features selected: small popcorn (1.4k), romcom, high school au, bad boy au
audience warnings: mentions of violence, hints at animal cruelty, hints at emotional abuse/emotional blackmailing, some language
skip the wait: @minglebells | @yunkiwii | @absentcaryatid | @littleninja97
behind the scenes: another request!! i’m absolutely horrible at writing genuine bad boy/bad girl stuff just bcs i feel like it often ends up lowkey glorifying absolutely shitty behaviour and i’m not about that, but i hope this is still okay!!
synopsis: behind every strong man there’s a badass woman, or something like that
calls of your name - among others, to be fair - caught your attention, leaving you to abandon your book in favour of trying to figure out what was going on and what your relation to the uproar was, the crowd parting like the red sea for moses, your juniors probably considering you to be just as much of a saviour as said biblical figure had been because everyone knew that if anyone was able to calm mingi’s temper, it was you. and his temper really did seem to need calming right now, his deep voice getting louder and louder the closer you came to whatever was going on, his words soon becoming distinguishable even despite everyone else’s shouts.
“... think you’re proving how big and manly you are when you’re the biggest fucking wimp around, attacking-”
“what’s going on?”, and though your voice was by far not as loud as your boyfriend’s it was enough to make him go silent, his cold stare softening as he laid eyes on you, a small smile on his lips that disappeared again as soon as he looked back at the victim of his shouting, disgust obvious on his face.
“this ant”, because he had to be really angry to decently insult someone, and you’d never witnessed him being that riled up in your presence, had only heard stories, told like myths, of his behaviour before you’d transferred to this school and tamed the out-of-control giant, “was bragging about how his little sister does whatever he wants because she knows she can defend herself better than the puppy she got for her birthday, acting like that’s something to be proud of, and-”
you didn’t need him to say more, interrupting him with an “oh, is that so?” that might have seemed curious to people that didn’t actually know you, but the sharpness in your voice didn’t stay hidden to whom mingi had fittingly deemed an ant, causing his form to shrink some more because while the boy whose hand you’d grabbed while he told you just why he’d been heard yelling from the other end of the hallway was more physically intimidating than you, without a doubt, people had soon come to know that if there was anyone to be scared of, it was you, much less impulsive and emotional, but all the more threatening for it. while your boyfriend would yell but never hit - though that didn’t stop people from fearing he might, because if he ever did it was for certain that he’d be able to knock his opponent out without issue -, you were the opposite, giving not much of a warning before your background in martial arts made itself known in the form of a well-placed grip around someone’s wrist, or a tug on their hair to reveal their head’s pressure points to you, never causing genuine harm but doing just enough to make people realise that you weren’t there to play games.
still, the reputation you’d earned didn’t seem to be enough to stop that dude from trying to boast again, claiming that it wasn’t his fault his sister was a little wimp for giving in to his threats, until you took a swift step forward, ignoring how mingi’s grip around your wrist tightened just a little bit, not an attempt to stop you but more a plea to be careful - he knew you’d been in more than enough trouble already -, because you were unable to just stand back as someone like that caused pain to others, feeling sorry for his little sister because you knew what it was like to feel weak and completely out of control of your situation. you had no tolerance for people like him.
“wouldn’t it be more impressive if you managed to scare someone your age? i’m offering, i promise if you beat my ass i won’t be mad.”
and he seemed to still not be willing to accept that his little bragging session was over now, his friends’ advice about how he shouldn’t even try falling on deaf ears as he stepped closer to you this time, just enough room between the two of you for someone to step in if they dared to, which you already knew wouldn’t be the case.
“no complaining to the principal?”, apparently feeling a little odd about fighting a girl even if said girl had your reputation, but “no complaining at all”, you promised, though not without adding: “that counts for both of us, though.”
you were aware that the promise wouldn’t matter much for him, but hoped that maybe the shame would stop him from complaining to the teachers and getting you in even more trouble. and even if it didn’t, to you this was worth it.
a nod before he closed that last little bit of distance, most likely wanting to let out all his frustrations now that you’d offered yourself so willingly, but before he could he was on the floor, wincing as you held his wrist, once more teaching not to underestimate the pain that pressure points could bring.
“it’s pathetic to hurt people that can’t even defend themselves, just so you know. i’d recommend not doing that anymore, ‘cause i’ve got an eye on you now.”
and then, cheerily, as if nothing had happened at all: “i’ll see you around, bye!”
with that you grabbed your boyfriend’s hand, the issue obviously sorted now, and went back to where you’d been reading before the about-to-start fight had forced you to divert your attention.
“are you okay?”, you asked him once you were away from the crowds, because you knew how much situations like the one you’d been in affected him, even if more often than not, he was the one to get himself into those situations because he was absolutely unable to just stand by when he witnessed something that was in complete opposition to his morals. he hated fighting, he did, he just hated injustice even more.
“yeah, don’t worry. are you? i was worried for a moment, honestly”, his eyes showing you that even now his worry hadn’t fully passed, slightly furrowed brows and a pout that you knew meant he was unhappy but that just really made you want to kiss him.
so that’s what you did, smiling before leaning towards his face with puckered lips, mingi catching on quickly and giving you the desired kiss, soft lips against yours as you smiled at how gentle he was, heavily contrasting the way other people would describe him, grateful that you got to see this side of him, and only this side of him.
“i’m okay, too. really good right now, wonder why that might be”, still close to his face, offering him the perfect chance to connect his lips with yours again.
“that’s good. you gotta be careful, i don’t want you to get hurt, baby”, a pout on his lips again that left you unable not to tease him, unable not to poke his stomach as you countered: “you sure i’m the baby here?”
“you’re my baby”, insistent, “and you know i’d’ve turned into the hulk if that dude had dared to hurt you.”
that comment made you chuckle, even though you knew he would have, knew that you being hurt was his sorest spot, the only occasion you’d seen him go berserk when someone had tripped you while you were rushing to class, causing you to fall and hit your head on the concrete, not hard but apparently looking scary enough for mingi to entirely lose his cool. yeah, you knew he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.
“mmh, i know”, another peck to his lips, “glad you didn’t, though. green isn’t really your colour, you know?”
a shocked gasp, your offended boyfriend looking at you as if he couldn’t believe those words had left your mouth, before he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you wherever his legs desired to go as you hugged his waist from behind, accepting your fate of being a potato sack because there didn’t seem to be much you could do right now anyway.
how anyone managed to be scared of the two of you, though, when mingi was carrying you out of school like that and your giggles were pig squeak-adjacent would forever remain a mystery to you, but then again you knew there were people that were scared of long words, so maybe it wasn’t so odd, after all.
