off-limits | mingi x seonghwa's little sister!reader
tags: slow burn kinda, mutual pining, size difference, grinding, kitchen counter foreplay..., praise, marking, rough sex, aftercare, seonghwa.... is protective...
this took so long and i'm not even happy with it lowkey ;-;
you were always just seonghwa's little sister. the quiet one with the big backpack and the pink notebook who sat in the corner of the old practice room, swinging your legs as the boys ran through choreography.
you never thought moving back home would feel like rewinding your life and fast-fowarding it at the same time.
the apartment you walk into now is nothing like the cramped trainee dorms of the past. there's a pair of impossibly huge sneakers by the door and a jacket dropped over the couch that definitely does not belong to hwa.
you drop your duffel bag and stretch your back. "hwa? you home?"
"in here," he calls from the kitchen.
you follow his voice and find him elbow-deep in groceries. he looks up, face brightening immediately. "you made it. long trip?"
"long everything," you sigh, leaning into his hug.
"well, you're here now," he says, squeezing your shoulders. "i'll help you find a place, but stay as long as you need. mingi should be home i-"
the front door clicks open, not allowing seonghwa to finish his sentence before a familiar deep voice floats down the hall. "hey, i'm back. i need to shower- i smell disgusting."
you blink. that voice.. wasn't the squeaky, slightly cracking trainee voice you remembered. seonghwa laughs at your expression. "yeah, they're grown ups now. try not to be traumatized."
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you're filling a glass of water when you hear the shower running, mingi singing under his breath, low and reverberating against the bathroom tiles.
your eyebrows lift as your heart does a weird little hop and you scold yourself, because he's basically family.
but his voice, smooth and unexpectedly deep, sticks in your chest anyway. you retreat to the other side of the kitchen, sipping water just to look busy, when you hear the bathroom door open.
you hear the sound of bare footsteps, a towel being adjusted, a soft exhale. then, mingi steps into the hallway with damp hair clinging to his forehead, water running in thin lines down his chest. a white towel rides low on his hips, the hallway catching him in a way that makes him look carved.
he doesn't see you at first, but when his eyes land on you, they widen slowly, recognition slotting into a place that borders on disbelief.
"..y/n?"
you grip your glass tighter. "hey, mingi.."
his mouth actually falls open a little, before he closes it, then opens it again. "what- when- how are you-?"
"i moved back here," you say, trying not to look directly at his bare torso again. "temporarily staying with hwa."
mingi runs a hand through his wet hair, water droplets flying. "right. right, he said something about you, but i.. i didn't think-" he breaks off, gaze dropping down your body for just a second before he snaps his eyes away, ears turning pink. "i didn't think you'd look like.. uh. like that."
you freeze, "like what?"
"grown," he blurts, voice honest. "you look grown." he clears his throat violently. "i'm gonna put clothes on before your brother commits actual murder. welcome back, by the way. good to, uh- see you.."
he backs away into the wall, muttering to himself as he disappears into his room.
the dorm is quiet again, except for your heartbeat in your ears.
you sit on the edge of the couch, replaying the expression on mingi's face, the way he couldn't quite look at you directly.
his door clicks open again and mingi steps out, this time fully dressed in sweats and a huge black hoodie that nearly swallows him.
he spots you on the couch and freezes again, swallowing and straightening up before he approaches you slowly. "uh.. hey," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "didn't mean to.. traumatize you earlier.."
you bite back a smile. "i'm fine."
"still," he mutters, sinking into the armchair across from you. "i should've checked if you were here before walking out like that."
you look at him fully. "you didn't know," you say gently.
he nods, eyes dipping to your bare knees tucked under your oversized shirt before darting away again, clearing his throat softly. "right. yeah.. didn't know."
the front door rattles as seonghwa returns, humming under his breath. mingi's spine straightens instantly, like a soldier caught slacking.
"i'm back," seonghwa calls. "y/n, did you find the towels for your room?"
you start to answer, but mingi is already standing, trying to put space between you now that your brother is here. "i was just gonna show her," he says quickly.
seonghwa eyes him suspiciously for half a second before shrugging it off. "okay? thanks, i guess."
you push yourself up as mingi moves ahead of you down the hallway, his voice steadier now. "your room's this way. i, uh.. cleaned it earlier."
"you did?" you ask, surprised.
he nods once. "figured you'd be tired."
you follow him into the small guest room, watching as he gestures arund awkwardly. "extra blankets are in the drawer.. towels are under the sink. i can.. uh.. help if you need anything."
you tilt your head. "you've already helped a lot." you step past him to drop your bag onto the bed, your shoulder brushing his chest, causing his breath to catch slightly.
you look up, and he's closer than he meant to be. his eyes flicker from your face to your back, then away, like he's terrified of being caught. "goodnight," he says softly, stepping back.
"goodnight, mingi."
he opens his mouth like he might say something else, but instead he backs away, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket, ears turning pink again.
the moment he disappears around the corner, you let out a slow breath. because now it's undeniable. mingi isn't seeing you as seonghwa's little sister anymore, and he's trying not to let that show.
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you don't sleep well. every time you close your eyes, you see mingi standing in your doorway with soft hair and pink ears. you roll over for the millionth times and bury your face in the pillow.
sunlight filters through the thin curtains, the dorm is quiet in that early morning way, where you can hear the refrigerator humming.
you stretch, wince at how little rest you got, then slip out of bed, padding into the hallway towards the voices drifting from the kitchen.
"i don't know how you go through cereal so fast," seonghwa grumbles into his coffee.
"i'm hungry," mingi murmurs, voice thick.
your stomach does an annoying little flip before you step into the kitchen, causing two heads to turn.
you're wearing an oversized shirt and shorts, nothing dramatic, but mingi's eyes trip over you anyway before he yanks them back up to your face.
"morning," you say, trying to sound normal.
seonghwa waves a spoon. "hey! did you sleep okay?"
mingi doesn't say anything yet, just stands there gripping his mug like a lifeline. "morning," he coughs softly.
"you want breakfast?" seonghwa asks, rummaging through the pantry.
you shake your head. "i can make something.. you guys are busy."
mingi immediately puts his mug down. "i can help you."
seonghwa raises an eyebrow. "you don't even help me."
"i- well- y/n just moved in. it's polite.." mingi blinks.
"since when do you care about being polite?" seonghwa snorts, turning back to his coffee.
mingi glares at him, ears turning pink. "shut up, hyung." he moves beside you at the counter, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off him, but not close enough to touch.
you reach for a bowl in the upper cabinet at the same time he does, your hands brushing slightly.
mingi inhales sharply, fingers curling for a second before he forces himself to pull away. "sorry," he mutters.
"you don't have to apologize every time you exist," you whisper back.
your brother is too busy scrolling through his phone to clock any of this. "y/n," he says, "i have schedules until late, so mingi will be around if you need anything."
mingi stiffens as you glance at him, his eyes flicking to yours for a split second.
"okay," you say softly. "thanks."
seonghwa grabs his bag and heads for the door. "i'll be back tonight. don't burn the place down."
"no promises-!" mingi calls after him.
you and mingi stand alone in the kitchen, daylight washing into the room. mingi turns to you, tongue pressing into his cheek, "did you.. sleep okay?"
you blink at him. "yeah. why?"
he shrugs, trying to play it off. "you were tossing a lot. could hear it."
your face heats. "the walls are that thin?"
"for me they are," he says, voice dropping. "i mean- not in a creepy way, i just- i wasn't trying to listen. sorry.."
you tilt your head. "you worry too much."
"about you?" he says quietly, eyes lifting to yours. "yeah. maybe."
you go to rinse a bowl in the sink, a few strands of your hair falling forward into your eyes. without thinking or hesitating, mingi reaches out and gently tucks it out of your eyes.
your whole body goes still, along with his hand. his fingers hover near your cheek for a heartbeat too long, like he realizes what he did a second too late.
"sorry. just.. it was in your face," he murmurs, voice barely audible.
you turn to mingi slowly. "that's the first time you've touched me," you whisper. his throat bobs, "yeah.."
"did it bother you?" you inquire, looking up at him. his eyes dark just slightly. "no," he says softly. "that's the problem."
your pulse is a drum in your chest as mingi steps back a tiny bit. "i'll be in the living room if you need anything," he murmurs.
you continue rinsing the bowl with trembling fingers, breath shallow as you try to convince yourself the moment is over. when you look up, his eyes are still on you, blinking hard when he catches himself.
you dry your hands slowly. "mingi?"
he swallows. "yeah?"
"why are you acting like you're afraid to be near me?"
he goes still, jaw clenching as he debates lying. "i'm not afraid," he says quietly. "that's the issue."
you shift closer to him, and he notices instantly, his breath hitching. his fingers curl at his sides, trying not to reach for you.
"then what is it?" you ask, voice softening.
he looks up through his lashes, eyes darker, voice low and rough. "do you really want me to say it?" you give a nod as his chest rises in a slow, shaky inhale.
"you're making it really hard to be respectful," he admits. "you walk around in these little shorts, and you smell like vanilla, and you keep looking at me like you want something from me-"
"maybe i do," you whisper.
"y/n," he breathes, "don't say shit like that unless you mean it."
you step closer, giving him nowhere to move. "i mean it," you say, voice steadying. "i wouldn't say it otherwise."
a soft, strangled sound leaves him, and he rubs his palm his face to keep his brain from short circuiting. "fuck," he whispers. "you don't know what you're doing to me."
"maybe i do."
his eyes snap back to yours, the last bit of hesitation melting away. mingi leans down a little, just enough that you feel his breath skim your cheek.
"if hwa walked in right now.." his voice drops, sounding rougher. "..he'd beat my ass."
you smile faintly. "but he's not here."
mingi's breath hitches, his body shifting closer to you. "y/n," he murmurs, eyes on your mouth now. "you gotta tell me to back up, or i'm gonna.. really stop caring about being polite."
"i don't want you to be polite."
his head drops forward until his forehead nearly touches yours, "say it again," he breathes.
his fingers lift, trembling slightly, before catching himself and curling them into fists again. you place your hand lightly on his chest, "i want you," you whisper.
mingi lets out a small groan, his head falling to the wall beside your head, trying to keep from losing control. "you're killing me," he murmurs. "you have no idea how bad i want to touch you right now."
you tilt your head slightly, lips brushing the air near his jaw. "maybe you should."
he lifts his head, meeting your eyes. "if i touch you," he says slowly, "i'm not stopping at touching."
you feel heat pulse low in your belly, "i don't want you to stop."
he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to restrain himself. "say one more thing like that," he warns softly, "and i'm gonna pin your against this counter."
"then do it."
mingi stands in front of you, shoulders tensing as his chest rises and falls too fast. his fingers hover near your hip, trembling with the last of his control.
"last chance," he murmurs, voice low. "tell me to stop."
"don't stop," you whisper steadily.
his hand closes around your waist, the heat of his palm sinking through the thin fabric of your shorts, sending shivers up your spine.
"fuck," he whispers to himself. "you feel- god, y/n.."
his thumb traces a slow line across your hipbone, a small touch that makes your legs nearly give out. "you're so pretty up close," he murmurs before he can stop himself.
your hands lift to his hoodie, fingers curling in the soft fabric. he looks down at them, then back at you, something deep and hungry flickering in his eyes.
his other hand comes up to your jaw, large thumb brushing your cheek, guiding your face toward his slowly. "i've been trying so fucking hard," he whispers, forehead nearly touching yours. "you don't even know what it's been like."
"tell me," you murmur as his thumb strokes your cheek once more.
"you walked in last night looking like that," he murmurs, eyes dropping to your lips, "and every part of me said 'she's hwa's sister,' but the rest of me.." his voice cracks, "the rest of me wanted you so bad it hurt."
your pulse thunders. "and now?"
his mouth curves into a soft half-smile. "now i don't think i can pretend anymore."
mingi leans in slowly, your noses brushing as your lips almost meet. he stops, hovering over your mouth, every muscle in his body shaking with restraint. "if i kiss you," he whispers, "i'm not gonna be sweet about it."
you tilt your chin up. "kiss me anyway."
mingi kisses you like he's been waiting for years, hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him with a low groan that vibrates through you.
your fingers twist tighter in his hoodie as he deepens the kiss, lips hot and hungry, his body crowding yours against the counter without meaning to.
"fuck, you taste good," he murmurs raggedly. "i knew you would."
you barely have time to react before he's kissing you again, moving with a need that borders on frantic, like he's trying to make up for every second he didn't get to do this before.
his hands slide from your waist to your lower back, pulling you closer until you can feel the hardness pressing against you through both your clothes, causing your breath to stutter.
he curses under his breath when he feels the way you tense against him. "i'm sorry," he mutters, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "i'm trying not to- i didn't mean to get hard so fast, i just-"
"i don't mind," you whisper.
mingi freezes, slowly lifting his head, eyes dark and blown wide. "say that again."
"i don't mind, mingi."
he presses your back against the counter, his hands framing your face now. "y/n.. i want you so bad it's making me stupid.." his voice low and wrecked.
your fingers slide under the hem of his hoodie, brushing the warm skin of his waist, causing mingi's whole body to jolt. "if you keep touching me like that, i'm gonna take you to your room," he inhales sharply.
"maybe i want that," you murmur, your stomach flipping in the best way.
he looks at you with a dangerous stare, leaning in again, breath hot against your mouth as his hands slide down your sides. his hands grab your waist and lift you onto the kitchen counter, the cold surface shocking a gasp out of you.
"you're killing me," he mutters against your mouth, voice ragged. "i can't- fuck, i can't stop wanting you."
his hands slide down to your thighs, spreading them so he can step between them. heat rushes through you as he presses himself against your center, the thick outline of him grinding into the soft spot between your legs.
your breath stutters as he kisses you again, tongue sweeping into your mouth needily. he pulls back just enough to look at you, chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon.
"you have no idea what you're doing to me," he mutters, voice hoarse, forehead dropping to yours again. "i think i do," you whisper, rolling your hips to his.
the sound he makes is almost pained, his hands gripping your thighs tighter. mingi drags you to the very edge of the counter, your pussy pressed right against the thick, hard line inside his sweats.
"fuck," he whispers, head tilting back slightly. "you're warm.. even through clothes, you're so-"
you grind once, testing the waters. mingi's hips snap forward without though, his eyes flying open. "don't-" he warns, voice breaking. "fuck, don't do that unless you want me to ruin you right here."
your fingers curl into his hoodie, tugging him closer. "i want you to," you whisper, hands sliding under his hoodie to trace the lines of his abdomen.
mingi's mouth leaves yours, trailing down your jaw to your neck, biting just enough to make you arch. your hands fly to his hair, pulling him closer. he bites again, hands sliding up under your shirt until he cups your tits, thumbs brushing your nipples through the thin fabric.
you gasp, causing mingi to look up at you, lips swollen. "you sound so pretty," he whispers. "you have no idea what that does to me."
he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling a broken moan from your throat. mingi curses into your skin, breath hot, "okay. that's it."
he lifts you off the counter with desperate strength, you bury your face in his neck as he carries you down the hallway, his grip tight on your thighs.
"i need you in a bed," he mutters, voice strained. "i'm two seconds away from taking you against the wall and i'm trying-" his voice cracks. "i'm trying to give you a little control before i lose all of mine."
"don't hold back," you breathe into his ear.
he nearly stumbles. "fuck, y/n- don't say things like that unless you mean them."
"i mean them."
his fingers dig into your thighs. "then i'm gonna ruin you."
he kicks your door open, bringing you inside and dropping you onto the bed. he climbs over you, kissing you rough as a hand slides up your inner thigh, his fingers brushing the edge of your shorts.
"need these off," he commands, voice wrecked. your hands go to the waistband, but mingi covers your wrists with one large hand, pinning them above your head.
"slow," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you again. "i want to watch you." his free hands hooks in the waistband and drags your shorts down torturously slow.
"pretty," he whispers as his eyes drink you in. "mine."
"fuck," he breathes to himself. "you're.. fuck." his fingers slide up the inside of your thigh again, inching closer to where you want him most. "say something," he murmurs, voice rough. "anything. before i-"
"touch me," you whisper.
a groan rips from his throat as he leans down, dragging his mouth up your thigh, teeth grazing your skin. your back arches instinctively, heating rushing through you as he pushes your legs open wider.
"fuck, y/n.." he murmurs against your skin. "you don't know how long i've wanted to be between your legs like this."
his hand finally slides up, thumb brushing your clothed slit. you jolt, a gasp breaking from your lips, causing mingi's head to snap up. "again," you breathe.
his thumb presses a little firmer, dragging up the wet heat soaking through your panties. "you're soaked," he whispers, disbelief and pride in his tone. "just from kissing.. from me carrying you?" he swallows, jaw clenching. "fuck. fuck, i can't-"
his fingers hook under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down slowly. your breath catches when the fabric clears your thighs, leaving you bare for him.
mingi's lips part, his thumb tracing the edge of your pussy, just teasing you enough to tremble. "i knew you'd be pretty," he says softly. "but this.. fuck, y/n."
"mingi," you breathe. "touch me."
one thick finger slides through your wetness, his breath stuttering as he watches the way it glistens on his skin. "holy shit," he whispers. "you're so fucking warm."
he circles your clit once, causing your hips to buck. mingi makes a strangled sound and grabs your hip to hold you still. "don't do that," he warns quietly. "please don't do that unless you want me to cum in my sweats like a fucking teenager."
you blink up at him, dazed. "then take them off."
he surges up to kiss you, his free hand grabbing your thigh to push you deeper into the mattress. he ruts between your legs slowly, letting you feel the sheer size of him. "okay," he pants against your lips. "okay, yeah. you want it? you're gonna get all of it."
he yanks his hoodie over his head, chest flushed and heaving. his sweats sit dangerously on his hips, just waiting to fall. he sees your eyes drop and lets out a low laugh. "go on," he murmurs. "look."
your breath catches as he pushes the sweats down just enough for his cock to spring free, already leaking for you. mingi hisses when the cool air hits him, gripping the base to steady himself.
"i've been hard since the second you said you wanted me," he mutters. "i swear to god, i almost fucked you right there in the kitchen."
he crawls over you again, letting the weight of him settle between your thighs. the heat of him pulses against your center, thick and pressing right where you're aching.
"mingi.." you whimper.
his forehead drops to yours as his hips roll, just enough to make you gasp. "tell me you want me inside you," he says. "i need to hear it."
"i want you," you breathe. "i want you inside me."
a shudder tears through him, his hand grabbing the back of your knee and pushing you open further. "fuck," he whispers, lining himself up. "then i'm gonna put it in slow."
he thrusts, the head of him pushing in slowly. mingi's entire body jolts, a guttural moan ripping out of him as he buries his face in your neck. "oh my god," he chokes out. "oh my god, y/n- you're so tight, fuck-"
you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as he sinks deeper, big hand gripping your hip to keep you from arching off the bed.
"does it hurt?" he pants, voice cracking. "tell me if it hurts-"
"no-" you gasp, legs trembling. "feels.. feels so good.."
mingi curses into your skin, hips snapping once, trying not to lose every ounce of control he has left. "if i move," he warns, shaking. "i'm gonna fuck you like i've been dreaming about for years."
"then move," you whisper.
he pulls out halfway and thrusts back in with a force that knocks a broken moan out of you. his grip tightens, his breath frantic against your neck as he starts to fuck you in steady, deep strokes that make the bed creak.
"mine," he murmurs, not even realizing he said it. his teeth graze your throat, hands gripping you hard enough to bruise. "you're mine now," he groans, thrusts getting rougher. "i'm not letting anyone else have you- fuck- not after this."
his cock drags against the sensitive spot inside you, heat building fast. "mingi-" you gasp, nails clawing at his back. "i'm gonna-"
he lifts his head, eyes wild. "cum," he growls. "cum for me. i want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
your whole body trembles, tighening around him so suddenly he gasps, hips stuttering as he thrusts deeper and harder. "shit- shit- y/n-" his voice cracks as he buries himself to hilt. "i'm- i'm gonna- fuck-!"
he pulls you against him, cumming with a low groan, burying his face in your shoulder as his hips jerk through the aftershocks. he collapses on top of you, panting into your neck, still holding your hips tightly.
"holy shit," he whispers after a moment. "hwa's gonna kill me."
you laugh weakly into his hair, "worth it?"
he lifts his heads, eyes soft as he kisses your cheek, gentle enough to make your stomach flip. "worth everything," he murmurs.
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the door opens hours later, the sound of grocery bags rustling following. "where are they?" seonghwa mutters to himself, toeing off his shoes.
mingi is dead asleep, mouth pressed on your skin, his fingertips absently rubbing slow circles on your waist.
"y/n?" your brother calls, moving down the hallway. "did you guys eat? i picked up-"
seonghwa stops dead in the doorway, the bag of takeout hitting the floor with a soft thud. his eyes fall on mingi wrapped around you, your head tucked in him, your bare thighs encircling his hips, both of you breathing in sync.
seonghwa's eye twitches hard. "i'm going to vomit," he whispers to himself.
mingi stirs first, head nuzzling deeper into your neck. "five more minutes," he mumbles. "'m right here, pretty.."
seonghwa slaps a hand over his mouth in horror. "what-?" he hisses under his breath. "no. no no no no-"
you blink awake, warm and sore. it takes a few seconds for your vision to clear, your eyes registering your brother frozen in the doorway, causing you to go still.
"hwa.. hey.. don't freak out.." you whisper slowly.
"i am beyond freaking out-!" he whispers back, eyes dark.
you try to untangle yourself from mingi, but his grip tightens the second you shift. "don't go," he mumbles, nose brushing your cheek. "need you.."
"mingi," you whisper urgently. "wake up. please wake up-" but he only pulls you closer, burying a hand in your hair as he inhales your scent. "so warm.." he mutters. "smell so good.."
seonghwa's hands go to his temples. "i'm hallucinating. i am literally hallucinating."
mingi shifts again, one leg sliding between yours, tight grip around your waist. "mine.." he sighs into your neck.
"you two- when you- oh my god," he stammers, voice cracking. "when you're awake- both of you- we are having a discussion." he slams the door shut behind him, leaving you staring at it in silence.
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mingi finally wakes up because you're vibrating with silent panic under him. his arms tighten around you instinctively. "mm.. stop wiggling.." he mumbles, eyes half-closed as he kisses your shoulder. "'m comfy.."
"mingi," you whisper desperately. "we have a problem."
his brows knit. "'s too early for problems.."
"it's not even early," you hiss. "and hwa came home."
mingi freezes, eyes cracking open. "...hwa?" he croaks, and you nod.
mingi's whole body goes rigid as he lifts his head to look at you. "oh my god," he whispers, eyes going huge. "oh my- oh my- i'm dead."
you sit up with him still wrapped around you. "he saw us," you murmur.
"saw? like- saw?" his voice cracks. "not us having sex," you hurry. "just.. us. like this."
mingi buries his face in his hands. "that's worse."
you hear a pointed, angry throat-clearing from the kitchen, causing mingi to jolt. "he's out there?"
"yes," you whisper. "and he wants to talk."
"nope," he mutters. "nope nope nope nope. i can't face him. i can't. i'm going to jump out the window."
you roll your eyes, standing up with him still attached to your waist, dragging him toward the kitchen.
seonghwa stands in the kitchen, arms crossed and eye twitching, looking between the two of you. "sit," he orders, pinching the bridge of his nose. "explain. now."
you open your mouth, but mingi beats you to it. "i love her."
you choke as seonghwa freezes. "i- i didn't- that's not- i mean it is- but- fuck-!" he slaps a hand over his own mouth. "i wasn't supposed to say that yet."
you stare at him, stunned. "yet?"
he groans into his palms. "yes, yet! i had a plan! a whole.. thing! and now i ruined it because your brother looks like he wants to bury me alive."
seonghwa stares at mingi. "you love her," he repeats, voice calm.
mingi lifts his head, eyes huge as he nods. "yes. i mean- i'm not saying she has to love me back right now- or ever- i just.. care about her, hyung. i've cared about her for years. and i know you want to murder me. but i couldn't- i couldn't stop."
seonghwa exhales slowly. "when did this start?"
mingi looks at the ceiling. "when she walked in yesterday wearing those stupid little shorts." you choke, elbowing him in the ribs. "i mean- not just that-! it's been a while.. a long while."
seonghwa raises an eyebrow. "before she even moved back?"
mingi wilts. "..yes." you press your hand over mingi's, causing him to grip it instantly.
seonghwa sighs, rubbing his temples. "you're both adults. i can't physically stop you from.. whatever this is."
mingi sits up straighter, hope flickering in his eyes.
"but," seonghwa continues, gaze dangerous. "if you hurt her, you won't have to worry about the industry ending you. i'll do it myself."
mingi nods aggressively. "yes- i mean- yeah obviously, i'd never- i'd actually kill myself before i hurt her- i mean- fuck-"
seonghwa sighs again, exhausted. "i need.. time. and coffee. and bleach for my brain." he stands, walking toward the hallway before pointing a finger at mingi. "doors stay open."
mingi swallows. "yes, hyung.."
the moment seonghwa is out of sight, mingi collapses onto the table, face in his arms.
"i confessed to both of you at once," he mumbles, mortified. "i am the weakest man alive."
you stroke his back gently. "mingi.."
"don't look at me," he groans. "i'm hideous."
"i love you too," you smile softly.
mingi goes completely still before he shoots upright, the chair screeching. "what?"
you bite back a laugh. "i said-" he grabs your face with both hands, eyes wide and glowing. "say it again."
"i love you," you whisper.
mingi crashes his lips to yours before you even finish the sentence, kissing you breathless. "hey! do not start anything-! i can hear you!" seonghwa yells from down the hall. mingi pulls back, face flushed. "don't care. he can't stop me from kissing my girlfriend," he whispers.
