❀࿐ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭 – 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢
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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: college situationship!Mingi x reader
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: Angst, suggestive
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2.6k (i wanted it to be short lol that didn't happen)
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: mingi being a dick
𝘼/𝙉: I'm baaaack :) also this is based on a true story (sadly). Half of this doesn't even make sense but so did the texts i received 8 yrs ago, calling me insecure and the 'its not you its me' bullshit. Anyways, it was rushed but i hope yall enjoy
⤷ 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭...
⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁
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You weren’t looking for someone to share your life with at the time. You were doing just fine.
After a lot of first and failed dates, you realized you liked being on your own for now.
That was until you got introduced to Mingi. Mingi came into your life like a quiet storm, with no warning. He rearranged everything you thought was stable with full force, yet he was soft enough to slip through the cracks of the defenses you built around yourself.
It started with meeting each other at different frat parties and nights out with your girlfriends. The conversations start flowing so easily, just like the alcohol in your red cups. After meeting you so many times without having any way of contacting you outside the parties, Mingi asked for your number.
“It’s easier to talk to each other without all that background noise,” he said before giving you a smile you couldn’t resist.
That’s where it started to get a little bit more complicated. After Mingi asked for your number, you started texting all the time. It started with normal, boring get-to-know-each-other questions.
What’s your favorite color? Are you a morning or a night person? What do you do in your free time? What’s your favorite food?
Then, he asked to hang out sometime—just testing the waters. So off you went, hanging out at his place with his roommates, whom you’ve gotten to know over time. At other times, it would just be the two of you at your place when your roommate would be out all day.
After hanging out a few times and getting to know each other better, the texts started to become more flirty. Mingi called you princess once, and that’s how your contact name changed from just Y/N to princess.
The ‘good morning princess’ texts, the ‘I saw this and thought about you’ texts, and the ‘I missed your face today, let's FaceTime' texts became more and more frequent.
He started to take you out on little dates, like getting coffee together to start the day in your favorite, cozy café. Or taking you out for lunch at that new spot he found through social media.
One day, he suggested going out for lunch, giving you the perfect excuse to get all dolled up and try that new makeup you’d just bought. But the plans fell apart fast when your period showed up that afternoon.
You texted him, letting him know you weren’t feeling well and asking if you could reschedule. He read the message but didn’t reply, which instantly made your stomach twist a little. Not even ten minutes later, his name flashed across your screen.
He was already at the store, grabbing drinks, snacks, and anything else you might need to feel better. After you gave him a few options, he told you he’d be at your place in twenty minutes with everything.
And he was. Twenty minutes later, he showed up in his loungewear, holding your favorite food, just so you wouldn’t have to spend the day feeling miserable on your own.
And of course, there were the fancy dinners he took you on, picking you up with flowers in hand and dropping you off at your place later that night. Lingering at your front door, not ready yet to let you go inside and end the night.
Until one night, after tiptoeing the line of friends-or-more-than-friends, you decided to invite him in to continue the night at your place. You had asked him if he wanted to come in, since your roommate was out for the evening.
After stepping into your apartment and closing the door, Mingi pressed you against it, and his lips found yours in an instant. You felt all the longing after dancing around each other being released in this moment.
The transition of friends to something more than friends came gradually. The lines slowly became a little more blurry with every text and call, and the quiet and soft kisses became hungrier and deeper.
But with all the new feelings and new attachments, insecurities came looking around the corner as well.
It was no secret on campus that Mingi collected hearts everywhere he went, with no intention of keeping any of them. And it scared you how easily he wove himself into your life, slipping into your routines like he’d always belonged there.
You never felt as pretty as the girls hanging around Mingi and his friends. They just walked differently and talked differently, and they carried themselves with a confidence you just couldn’t grasp. They carried themselves like they owned every room they stepped into. You kept telling yourself you didn’t have to be like them, that you didn’t want to be like them. But the honest truth was that deep down, a part of you wished you could be like them.
You wanted that confidence, craved it even. You wanted to feel that kind of confidence of feeling excited in your short skirt, instead of risky. The kind of confidence that lets you go out with your friends without needing alcohol to take the edge off. To be confident in the way you speak, act, and look, and in how you carry yourself.
But something in you sank every time you saw those pretty and effortlessly bold girls hanging around him. You hated to admit it, but it made you feel small in some kind of way.
It wasn’t about fitting in, not really. You knew that.
But you had seen the way he looked at other girls before—the kind of girls who were nothing like you in any way. And pretending it didn’t bother you started to feel more and more impossible.
However, over the months you’ve known Mingi, he never made you feel like you were less. If anything, it was the opposite. He made you feel pretty in a way you didn’t know you could feel. Even on days when you doubted yourself, he had this way of making the world feel smaller, like it existed just for the two of you.
Then, after a few months of seeing each other, the cracks started to show. It started small. The texting had become a little less frequent, but there was always an excuse. While you still received the good morning and sleep well texts, they felt hollow and monotonous.
After you had noticed his small texting and behavior changes, Mingi started to ditch the little dates he would take you on. His excuse was always that he was ‘too tired,’ had ‘too much schoolwork,’ or ‘got a lot going on right now.’
Until there was radio silence for a week. No texts, no calls, nothing.
You still saw his friends around campus and even ran into Yunho at the campus café. You didn’t catch the small furrow in his brow when you casually asked him if Mingi was okay, since he hadn’t replied to you.
The conversation stuck with Yunho longer than it should have, mostly because he didn’t understand why you were asking. As far as he knew, Mingi was fine.
His best friend was always on his phone whenever they were in the shared living room, practically glued to it. Sometimes Mingi even had this stupid grin on his face, but the second Yunho mentioned your name, it vanished. Mingi would lock his phone or shove it into his pocket, and on some days he’d put it face down on the table like he didn’t want to look at it at all.
And Yunho had noticed he hadn’t seen the two of you together in weeks. But it wasn’t his relationship, and it wasn’t his place to say anything. If something was wrong, Mingi would talk to him. He always did.
This brings you to today. After being ignored by Mingi for so long, the only time you heard from him was when he wanted something—whether it was a ride somewhere or sex. All you wanted was clarity.
You had a gut feeling. Call it a revelation, call it common sense, or whatever you wanted to call it, it hit you hard and made you realize just how one-sided things had become.
Can we talk? You read your text over and over again before finally pressing send. You watched as the delivered sign turned to read and waited anxiously.
His name flashed on your screen, and before it could even ring a second time, your thumb had already pressed the green button. “Hi,” you said tentatively into your phone.
“Hi,” you heard him breathe out on the other line. You adjusted the phone in your hand as you sat on your bed and put it on speaker. “So, what did you want to talk about?” he asked you as you leaned against your headboard.
“Well, us.” Silence.
“Us?” You sighed; a tremble in your hands gave away your anxiety, but he couldn’t see it. “Yes, us Mingi.”
You paused to see if he would say anything or if he would let you speak without being interrupted. After no reaction from him, you continued.
“I—it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, and I was just wondering…” you started to say, feeling your anxiety creeping into your voice. “What are we, Mingi?”
“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” You heard him let out a sigh, as if he was tired. Tired of having this conversation or tired of you, you couldn’t tell. “I just want to know what I can call you since we’ve been seeing each other for a while now. Are we exclusive or not? What are we?”
“Listen,” he started, but you already felt the shift in his voice, as if he was trying to figure out how he could say this as gently as possible.
“I just don’t see it working out for us. Don’t get me wrong, we had our fun, and I really felt a connection with you, but you know…” a pause.
“I have to be honest with you, Y/N, you’re not really my type. At least not like that,” he started, while you felt your heart drop at his words. “It’s not you, though. It’s me. I’m just more into girls who are… how can I say this? Uh—”
There was an uncomfortable silence that fell over the two of you when Mingi tried to find the right words. “I just like it when girls are more spontaneous. You’re just… too boring… sometimes,” he said.
Your phone slipped from your hand and fell onto the thick duvet covering your now trembling body. He couldn’t hear it, at least not over the phone, but you were certain you just listened to your heart break into pieces.
Not because you were losing Mingi, or losing whatever part of Mingi you had. No, your heart broke into so many pieces because he struck exactly that vulnerable spot you had been trying to hide. The part that was gnawing at you for a while. Something you were trying to drown out every night you would lie awake, staring at the ceiling with your head running on overdrive.
“Are you still there?” his voice made you snap out of your own thoughts.
“Yeah…” Your voice was soft and small; it almost didn’t reach your own ears. The beating of your heart felt harder than the sound of your voice at this moment.
“I don’t mean to hurt you, but you know, it felt a little suffocating,” he spoke up after hearing your reply. “What felt suffocating? Being with me?”
“I mean… Yeah. The constant need for validation,” You felt your chest tighten at his words. “I’ve never asked that of you, Mingi.” There was a pause on the other end of the phone.
“Maybe not directly, but in a way, you always needed validation from me.”
“What? Then why would you still kiss me and fuck me if it felt so suffocating all this time? Why would you do all this if you didn’t even like me that way?” There was a crack in your voice, resembling the self-confidence that is slowly shattering within. But you pushed on, refusing to let him hear you cry.
“Do you really need to like someone that way if you just want to fuck?”
His words were met with a heavy silence, letting it settle in between the two of you. But before he could speak again, a bitter laugh escaped you. “Oh wow, okay. Real nice, Mingi.”
“Don’t get mad at me for being honest—”
“Sorry for feeling upset when I hear that the guy I’ve been seeing for months now only wants me for sex and thinks I’m fucking boring.” Your fingers tighten around your phone, gripping it tighter.
“That’s what you wanted, right, honesty? I’m being honest with you right now.” The flatness in his tone made your stomach sink.
“Would you even have told me this if I didn’t text you before?” There was a pause again, and with every breath you felt your throat tighten a little more. The anxiety and anger were settling in from within.
“I don’t know, Y/N. Look, you’re a nice girl. You’re pretty, really, you are, just—you’re not the type I’m looking for. I’m not looking for any other sort of relationship with you. I’m not in love with you.” Everything in you screamed to yell, letting out the anger that was bubbling up, but you forced yourself to be calm.
“I’m not in love with you either, Mingi—” you spoke up. “It sounds like you are with the way you’re acting right now.”
“Oh my god,” You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath.
“We’ve been seeing each other for a while and talking a lot. You took me out on dates and did the whole thing with me. So yes, I did get feelings for you. We were practically a couple, seeing each other all the time and going on dates. So excuse me for feeling upset right now.”
Your voice trembled, even as you tried to keep it steady.
“I don’t want to force you to have feelings for me, but the way you’ve been going at this is so fucking wrong. If you had told me you just wanted to be fuck buddies, or friends with benefits, or whatever the hell you’d call this, that would have been fine. Then I’d know what I was dealing with. But stringing me along like this was so fucking wrong and hurtful.”
Silence stretched between you two. You waited for a response, anything, but only heard the faintest static on the line.
“I hope you had your fun, Mingi. Thanks for nothing.” You hung up, letting the phone slip from your fingers.
Silence filled the room after abruptly hanging up the phone. You sank onto the bed, phone still warm now resting on the duvet of your bed, and let yourself breathe for a moment. Your breathing became heavier, a mix of anger and hurt settling in.
It wasn’t the heartbreak that cut the deepest; it was the way he had used your insecurities to bring you down and thrown them in your face like they were reasons to discard you. You knew he wasn’t responsible for your doubts, but hearing him talk so casually, as if tearing down your self-esteem would somehow boost his own, cut deeper than you expected.
You just wanted a simple answer to your question, "What are we?" but instead you were met with a sharp reminder that you deserved better than someone who treated you like an option.
It would be okay. You knew that. And one thing was crystal clear, louder than any sting or cut he had left behind: your worth would not be defined by a man.
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Ⓒ︎ 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.