Synopsis: Hongjoong drags Mingi along to his favorite bands concert, Mingi meets a mysterious man at said concert then dissapears for a week. Who said you need to talk the same language to be in love?
pairing: Idol! Song Mingi x bandleader! male! reader
warnings: mature themes, kinda smutish, People under 14 DNI with this story thank yew
notes: hehehehe, ive been waiting to share this story for a WHILE, it's a short story, prolly gonna be less than 10 chapters idk
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warnings: mature themes in the begining, no explicit smut but they get a luh freaky, Mingi being a simp thats abt it gangy,
Italics are English,
sunday night
The door to the hotel room swings open as Mingi is pushed inside, walking backwards, his hands entangled with [Name's] hair, arms resting over his shoulders. He’s guided into the room as one of [Name's] hands grip his hip, this time possessively instead of the gentle hold he had earlier in the night. Their lips interlocked, [Name's] tongue exploring Mingi’s mouth. Once both men are in the room, [Name’s] pulling back from Mingi's lips for air, Mingi letting out a confused sound until he's quickly turned around, backed against the Hotel door and - Holy fuck that was hot, [Name] just used him as a way to close the door by pushing him up against it, fuck if it weren't for the taller holding him Mingi's sure he would've melted by now.
[Name] nudges a knee in between Mingi's legs causing the rapper to basically straddle his thigh as [Name] starts kissing down Mingi's neck- simultaneously locking the door. He lets go of Mingi's neck with a final kiss, his tongue licking a stripe up to Mingi's ear until he pulls back to look him in the eye. Mingi whines at the loss of contact, skin feeling awfully cold without [Name's] warm mouth attached to it. “You sure you want this?” [Name] asks Mingi again, and he would've found it sweet if he wasn't so goddamn horny right now, so instead he nods quickly, his hand that's not tangled in the tallers hair anymore tugging at his shirt desperately. “Ah- I need verbal confirmation princess” Mingi makes a confused noise again, only understandinding the last word in [Name’s] demand, in response [Name] brings a hand up gripping Mingi's chin and placing his thumb on his lower lip “Speak princess” Mingi's throat goes dry and his cock hard, “Yes, fuck yes I want this” he whines as he desperately presses his nails against the back of [Name’s] neck.
[Name] let's out a chuckle “Okay baby, let me fuck you sensless then” and with that his mouth is trailing down Mingi's neck again, he taps Mingi's waist and Mingi responds instinctively. Jumping and wrapping his legs around [Names] torso, like he knew what the other wanted from him by such a simple touch, like they were connected. [Name] walks towards the bed, dropping Mingi down on it once they reach the huge expanse of bedding.
Soft white sheets contrasting the dark pink flush of Mingi's skin as he stares up at [Name]. “Fuck you look so pretty like this.. I could stare at you forever and never get tired of the sight” he says as he moves to straddle Mingi, the man beneath him whimpers, not understanding a word but loving the tone of voice. Mingi tugs on [Name’s] shirt impatiently, and the man on top of him simply smirks before leaning down to kiss Mingi again. He removes his lips from Mingi's before the kiss gets too heated and he can feel Mingi lifting his own head to chase his lips. “hm, let's take of your shirt first okay?” he starts trailing his hands beneath the top Mingi's wearing, Mingi may not understand his words, but he surely does his actions, quickly lifting his back a little to allow the taller one to remove his shirt.
“hm, that's good baby” he rumbles, placing his hands on Mingi's hips to stop the man's desperate moves in search of friction. He starts kissing along Mingi's neck again, nibbling gently over the marks already starting to form from his previous work as he trails his lips down, dedicated to mark every inch of the man who'd been the reason for most of his wet dreams. He doesn't know how long he'll last before he completely loses himself, so he wants to use this time to appreciate Mingi in any way he can. To treat him like the princess he is before he fucks him like a whore.
“you got a safe word baby?” [Name] asks and Mingi tilts his head confused, his hand tangled in the elders hair, “safeword” [Name] repeats, It takes Mingi a moment to think, his eyes already glazed over from the simplest touches before he responds, “gem” and [Name] nods his head, repeating the word to get the feel on how to pronounce itin a language that isn't his own before he dives back down, trialing hot open mouthed kisses against Mingi's body in the way that has him a moaning mess once again.
Monday morning
Mingi wakes up slowly at first, blinking confusedly on why his alarm didn't go off, or why San hasn't jumped on top of him to wake him, or why Seonghwa isn't banging pots in the kitchen. Somethings not right, the light that usually seeps from his window and annoys him enough to get up isn't there and he hears a shower running, he shouldn't be hearing a shower running, the boys have their own bathrooms now, far enough away that he shouldn't be able to hear them and they wouldn't use his.
It's when he fully opens his eyes and stares at the roof that does NOT look like his that the memories of the previous night come flooding back to him. Memories of the hottest man Mingi's ever seen making him feel pleasure he didn't know existed, memories of him being bathed and taken care of as the sun started to rise that morning memories of harsh grips and soft kisses, words of praise and moans of ecstasy, and it definitely wasn't a dream because his legs were sore enough to prove that to him.
oh… oh oh that means the shower running is… oh oh the hot man is in the shower, Mingi, now knowing he must not looked good having his brains fucked out and in a shirt thats definitely not his suddenly feels embarrassed. His thoughts can't dwell for too long as he hears the water of the shower stop. Okay he does not have a lot of time. Time for what? He doesn't know. He doesn't want to leave, god he'd stay with [Name] forever if he could, but also he does not have the same confidence he seemingly had last night and he is panicking. So when he hears the bathroom door slide open his first thought is to hide, would it have been less obvious if he pretended to sleep? probably. But the ‘If I can't see him, he can't see me’ strategy should work too, if he covers himself with the blanket fully, or it would, had he not been sitting up.
He hears a chuckle from outside his little blanket hiding space and feels the bed dip in front of him, he holds his breath and then the blanket is softly removed from his head. “good afternoon sleepyhead” [Name] says and god he's even more handsome than he was last night. With the sun shining on his skin and light bite marks on his shoulders where Mingi had bitten down to keep quiet, Mingi can't help but feel the heat start to pool in his stomach again. “Morning” Mingi responds with a nod, dropping his hands on the blanket as he tries not to focus on the fact that the very hot man in front of him is in nothing but a towel and the way the water drips from his dusty pink hair. “Not morning princess, afternoon” [Name] laughsand Mingi looks at him confused before his eyes widen and he reaches for his phone on the hotel nightstand beside his bed, checking the time and seeing it's one pm.
Dozens of missed calls and texts from his friends, but thankfully none from his managers which makes him assume they haven't told anyone he's gone yet, nor started a search party in his honor which is good. “yeah your phones been blowing up all morning I think you're friends are worried” [Name] laughs and Mingi tilts his head as he mulls over the words in his brain, taking a while to understand them before he nods and looks back down at his phone, opening it and scrolling through his texts to try and see where he should start reassuring his friends. He feels a squeeze on his thigh, as [Name] stands up and walks over to the closet, Mingi can't look now as much as he wants too, he has friends too reassure.
After logging out of his messaging app Mingi didn't know what to do, he hasn't really even done the whole one night stand thing, does he leave? he doesn't want to, but that's what people do after a hookup right? He's seen it in movies, yet before he stands up he hears an electronic voice. “Are you hungry? I ordered some room service, but I didn't know what you liked so I ordered a few things.”
Mingi looks up, see’s [Name] standing, now clothed much to Mingi's disappointment as he holds a phone looking at Mingi questioningly. Mingi nods slowly, confused on where the voice came from but happy at the prospect of getting to stay even a bit longer. “Translating App” the taller one says and Mingi's mouth makes an ‘O’ in understanding. There's a small flutter in his heart at the fact that [Name] made this effort to communicate with him, but he pushes it away.
[Name] walks forward, falls onto the bed face first beside Mingi, he reaches up to grab a pillow, pulling it down as he turns his head and rests it atop the soft material to look up at Mingi. He seems like he's contemplating what he's going to say, conflicted even but he sighs as if dismissing the notion, “clothes?” he looks up at Mingi who is now VERY aware of the fact that he's still naked, he shrieks, falling backward and covering his entire body, mumbling out a “yes please”.
[Name] laughs and Mingi can feel the side of the bed lighten as the weight is lifted off, some rummaging before the blanket is softly pulled down to reveal his face, [Name] smiling down at him “I think you look cute in my marks so you don't need to hide” Despite Mingi only understanding a few words, he turns a dark red.
It's too much, the smiling man looking down at him, the heat in his stomach that's creeping dangerously low, it overtakes his senses and he blurts out the words before his mind can realize what he's said, “Do you wanna spend another night together?”, he slaps his hand over his mouth, looking up at [Name] with wide eyes. [Name] simply smirks, brings a hand up and takes Mingi's off his mouth before attaching his lips to the idol’s. Kissing softly the already bruised and half swollen lips from the night before.
“How about a week?” he asks as he pulls away, Mingi whining at the loss of contact, “a week?” he asks, [Name] nods “I'm here till Sunday.. with nothing to do so unless you don't want too… " After Mingi's processed the words he responds by bringing his face up to [Names] and kissing him again.
key : pink= [Name] [Last name] | Bold = Song Mingi | () = Camera action | * = actions
“Hello I'm [Name] [last name] from !ncarnations-” “And I'm Ateez from Song Mingi” (Camera cuts, screen turns black and giggles are heard. Screen cuts back to the two men) “And I'm Song Mingi from Ateez” “we're answering the Wired autocomplete interview”
(Camera cuts, refocuses on [Name] now holding the cardboard filled with questions) “Is incarnation Y alive?” *Both males look at the screen confusedly* “I'd hope so” “no, I'm a figment of your imagination” *both men look at one another then start giggling* “Is incarnation Y dating Incarnation C?” “NO” “no, no I'm not dating Beomgyu, he's more like my brother”
“Incarnation Y face reveal” *[Name] looks at the camera, it zooms in* “tada” *Mingi's hands hold [Name’s] face to the camera*
“Incarnation Y flower” *[Name] lights up and throws the board as that was the last question, turns to Mingi and holds his hand* “Mingi is my flower as most Petals know. In my music’s lore, me and my band members each represent an incarnation of gods, these gods all took the happiness of their incarnations and hid them away, so our characters are in search of their happiness, which is represented by a pink carnation. When the flower is found, we'll find our forever” *[Name] brings Mingi's hand up to his lips and kisses it* “I've found my pink flower” (the camera zooms in a bit on Mingi's pink hair)
“I think they meant your Tattoo” “oh…. well I got it to represent that Mingi was the one I want to marry” *[Name] lifts his left hand to show the Tattoo*
(The camera cuts and refocuses, now on Mingi holding his own board)
“Is Song Mingi tall?” “no” “yes” *staff can be heard laughing* “Okay well it doesn't count for you, you're like a titan- next question. Is Song Mingi dating [Name] [last name]” “no” “yes- wait what do you mean NO?” “we aren't dating we’re engaged” (Camera cuts as Mingi starts hitting the man beside him with the board in his hand)
“ehem, is Song Mingi a part of Ateez? yes, I'm apart of the Idol group Ateez” “they're really good! you guys should check them out I've been a fan since before me and flower even got together”
"last question, When are Song Mingi amd [Name] [Last name] getting Married?" *Mingi looks at [Name] then back at the Camera* "we're getting married on October 15th 2025, it's the anniversary of the day we met"
note: tadaaa, anyway hope yall enjoyed this silly little series, I honestly never expected it to get this much attention cuz it wasn't something I really put a lot of effort in/ gave attention too in context to my other series, but I love you all and everyone that liked it regardless🫶🏻
notes: warnings, mature language, Mingi going through it, HONGJOONG is going throigh it bro somebody save him
“I'm still not seeing him, what if he's really not here, what if I lost my one chance to be with the love of my life because I was stupid and clumsy and spilled water over a fucking card when I should've put the number in my phone the moment I saw the card. Or what if he is here and he doesn't recognize me because my hair is different what if-” Mingi's panic is stopped by Yunho, “Calm down” it's simple and had it been anybody else those words would not serve to soothe him, but Yunho's been his rock for longer than he could remember and they offer at least a bit of comfort.
Sitting in a Vip box right in front of the stage, Mingi and the rest of his members try and look around for the person Mingi described, it's a break in the concert and the first half had been great, the lead guitarist Hongjoong loves was back and had even angled his guitar in their direction a couple of times, whatever that meant. He was dressed differently from the other members of his band, his whole body covered, almost in a cultish cloak which matches with the vibe of the first few songs, but Mingi couldn't bring himself to focus on that too much.
He was constantly looking back, trying to spot the mess of pink hair between the see of bright pinks and blacks behind him, it was fruitless, he knew the area was too big for him to see [Name] by himself, and his friends had agreed to help during the breaks but they had been invested in the concert whenever the music riff would start. Something about the lead singer's voice seemed almost familiar, calling out to him but he pushed it back, ignored it in favor of looking through the crowds, it may seem disrespectful but he'd apologize after the show, they would understand right?
“I can't just calm down Yunho, I know you guys think it's silly and that I only knew him for a week but it was- It was just so real. It was like he knew me, like I knew him. He held me like I was the one thing he'd been searching for and it couldn't have been just my own mind Yunho, and I hate it. I hate it because the thought of not seeing him again didn't even cross my mind. I've started to forget his voice, do you know how much that breaks me?“ Mingi is almost crying, not caring that if anyone were to look into the box they'd see him.
“Listen, I know we all thought it was silly at first, but we know how much this means to you, I know how much this means to you. We'll find him alright? even if it's not right now, we'll find him, you don't have to worry. Just, just try and enjoy the rest of the concert, try and relax, if you're relaxed your memory might become more clear. Just for a few songs, if you still aren't feeling better you and I can walk out and get some fresh air okay? you said you met him outside last time, we'll look for him then” Yunho hand on Mingi's shoulder grounds him as he tries to blink away the tears, grateful for the dimming of studio lights as the concert will supposedly begin again.
He can hear the band walk back up the stage, the voice of the lead singer humming and a few giggles of the others ringing through the stadium. He can't see them, the lights are far too dark for that. “We've teased you a lot recently haven't we my petals?” The voice of the lead singer speaks for the first time that night, Mingi tilts his head in confusion at the feeling stirring in his chest, but it's blocked out by the screams of ‘yes’ from the crowd, the loudest being Hongjoong beside him.
“hmm, I'm pretty sure they've figured it out, our petals are smart” a female voice speaks from the stage, “yeah!” two other voices agree. “Very true, Soyeon” the crowd goes wild as a name is said, making Mingi remember that until now, it seems, everyone in this band has stayed anonymous. “Well, petals, I'm afraid I can no longer call only you mine.. you see, you've supported us through a lot, helped us in our search for our pink flower” he speaks again, Mingi faintly recalls Hongjoong giving everyone a run down on the bands lore, how the pink carnation is supposed to symbolize the happiest part of their life, their heaven.
“Even gave some of us ours” another voice says, “shut up Beomgyu” a female voice , different from the one identified as Soyeon speaks, the crowd loses it again as another member's name is revealed. “You're just jealous Petals love me more, Ryunjin” Beomgyu spits back, and this time Mingi is prepared for the eruption of screams that don't seem to end. “You two fight like an old married couple” the drummers, Mingi thinks, voice speaks. “SHUT UP CHANGBIN” the two shout in unison. The crowd is lively, all screaming newly learned names of the ones they love, next to Mingi Hongjoong is losing his mind as he buzzes in his seat waiting for his bias, the last name to be revealed.
“If I could continue my earlier sentence” the unnamed male speaks as the two youngest let out tiny huff’s of sorry’s, the crowd going dead silent as his unsaid way of asking for silence reaches them. “Tonight, as you could tell, we are sharing ourselves with you fully, and to do that, I wrote a song, it's quite different from what we usually give you, and for that I'm sorry. But as our story has gone on, and we've seen glimpses of all the incarnations pink flower” he takes a deep breath, “I believe I've found mine.. he's in the crowd tonight, so I hope he knows this songs for him” the last words are a bit shaky, and Mingi silently applauds the man for being brave enough to share this part of himself with his fans.
“Alright guys, don't go easy on him, you gotta tell him if you don't like his simpy song right?” Soyeon asks and the crowd gives a corus of agreement. “Here it is, Love talk, written by [Name] [Last name]” she screams, the crowd screaming with her as the lights turn on and the music starts. The air is sucked out of Mingi's chest, the name hitting him hard, the face he's met with afop the stage, staring down at him the moment the lights turned on, now dressed in much more revealing clothing, body littered with the tattoos Mingi recalls in his dreams? they hit him even harder.
It's not him who starts the song, but he's mouthing something to Mingi before he starts his own part, Mingi can't tell what it is he's saying. He can feel the eyes of his members on him, boring into him as they recognize the name and description, all probably equally as shocked as he is, but he can't tear his eyes away from the man atop the stage. The words he had said previously floating around in his head, the song was written for him, for Mingi.
Falling for a stranger (Yeah), good gracious (Yeah)
I might even fly out to Vegas (Catch a flight)
I'm thinking maybe you'd be down to do it (Yeah)
But you don't know what I'm saying (Saying)
[Name] moves his left hand that's not holding the mic, pointing his wrist in the direction of the crowd as the camera zooms in on what he's showing, a little pink flower, tattooed in the middle of his wrist, it's vine creeping up the palm of his hand and wrapping around his middle finger. He smiles at Mingi hopefully, and Mingi only smiles in turn.
“with MY bias, you fucking slept with MY bias I can't have ONE thing in this group YEARS I spent thirsting for this man and you got to him first!” Hong Jong wails, as he's being comforted by Seonghwa, the members being in a room backstage, they were brought here by the security guards after the concert had ended, being told “The incarnations want to see you.” and no further explanation.
Mingi's stomach is rumbling with nerves, now that he's not looking at [Name], that [Name] isn't looking at him he wonders if the other is mad, he paces back and forth in the room, blocking out Hongjoongs wails and Jongho and Yeosangs giggles. He knows the thought is irrational, the man had just done an identity reveal just so Mingi would recognize him, but there's still a nagging voice at the back of his brain.
“Still can't believe you slept with him, - like I can't believe he's [Name], like damn dude I get why you loved his fingers now.“ Yunho speaks from where he sits and eats some candy, his face between impressed and uninterested. Mingi wants to smother him. “Never really given my fingers much thought, I'm glad flower liked them” a deep voice speaks from the doorway, the now open doorway, the doorway that [Name] and the rest of his band are standing in.
The voices in the back of Mingi's head disappear and his body acts on instinct as he moves to [Name], the taller meeting him midway and their lips entwining in a passionate kiss. Mingi's hands steady themselves on [Name’s] shoulders, fearing his legs might give out beneath him if he doesn't, the guitarist has one hand, his left hand, on Mingi's cheek, the other gripping his hip like a lifeline.
When they break away, eyes locking and laughter bubbling from their throats, Mingi hears a whine behind them. “Goddamnt, now I owe Ryujin 20 bucks. You couldn't have waited 5 minutes?” Beomgyu grumbles as he plops himself on the first open chair he sees. “I'll give you forty if you stop placing bets on me” [Name] says as he spins Mingi around so they're both facing the rest of the people in the room. Mingi's back pressed against his chest so tight he can feel the other's beating heart, his waist encircled by [Name’s] arms as he rested his chin on Mingi's shoulder.
“Deal!” Beomgyu chirps from where he sits, “I swear you're all idiots, introduce yourselves” Soyeon gives her bandmates a pointed look and they all make ‘O’ faces in realization that they have yet to do that. “There's no need, Hongjoong-Hyung raves about-” San’s words are stopped shen Hongjoongs hand loudly slaps his mouth shut, looking at the band in a panic. “what he means to say is we heard on the stage, right?“ Hongjoong directs the last word threateningly at San, who nods his head fearfully with watery eyes. Hongjoong releases his hand from San’s mouth, the younger immediately backing away from Hongjoong and pouting as he looks at Wooyoung who is clearly much more interested in what's going on than San’s pain.
“ah, same here, [Name] won't shut up about you guys he's been a fan since like debut” Ryujins words are met with a loud cackle from Beomgyu about the fact that his friend just got outed, and a grumble from [Name who simply hides his face in Mingi's shoulder as the idol gives him a curious look.
“So I guess we're like… members in law” Changbin tries to joke, earning a loud laugh from Wooyoung, the sound immediately making him brighten up. “I'm gonna take Flower so me and him can talk someplace private” [Name] speaks before directing his attention to Ateez, “really it is nice meeting you all and it would be an honor to talk more, but flower is more important to me” he tells them as he drags Mingi out of the room, pausing for a moment to look back at Hongjoong, “for what it's worth Captain, you were my bias wrecker” he says with a cheeky grin before closing the door, Hongjoong sitting still for a moment before letting out a strangled cry that's muffled by the door.
“flower?“ is the first thing Mingi asks when he and [Name] enter a room alone. [Name] only nods, “mhm, do you not like it?” he looks at Mingi with a hint of nervousness Mingi hasn't seen on him before, it was kind of endearing. “NO! no no I mean Uhm I like it but it's just… I don't know, didn't think you would have remembered me, especially named me after something so important” Mingi mumbles.
“I know it may seem like a shocker but I do actually like you, I mean I didn't exactly learn korean for nothing” [Name] huffs out a puff of laughter, but his words hit Mingi, he learnt a language for Mingi. “I- I never called you” is all Mingi could reply with, [Name] only nods in response, “yeah.. “ he bites the inside of his cheek.
“It's not that I didn't want to- god I wanted to, it's just- I lost your number- well not lost more so as spill water-” Mingi starts to panic but is cut off by the feeling of [Name’s] lips connecting to his own once again. He's silenced, feeling the tallers hand rest on his neck to hold him in place. The kiss is broken as their foreheads are rested against one another. “My Flower, I could honestly care less” [Name] breathes out, “Whatever happened, you still decided to show up, and you have yet to reject me, so I could honestly care less on why you didn't contact me” He removes his head from Mingi's as he looks down at him. “I don't want to think about the year I spent without you when you're in my arms now” he says, and Mingi responds by kissing him again, a smile on his own lips.
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notes: warnings, kms/kys jokes, mature language, Hongjoong simping again, [Name] switches moods so fast dawg like come on now, Ryujins going thru it guys save her
warnings: mingi is down bad, like BAD bad, cursing, mature thoughts, thats ab it yall.
“Do we really have to be there so early?” Mingi’s voice nags from his spot in the doorway of Hongjoongs room. The elder male currently seated at his vanity trying to perfect the liner on his left eye, he doesn’t spare a glance at Mingi even though the taller of the two is complaining like a child. “Yes, Mingi you simply don’t understand the earlier we get there the more we get to experience” Hongjoong sighs out before clickling his tongue in satisfaction as he lets out a small cheer when his left eye’s liner finally matches his right eye.
“Speaking of you should get ready, we leave in an hour” Hongjoong looks at Mingi as he stands up from the vanity, cracking his back, the chains that lay around his exposed abdomen make soft sounds as they move. “What do you mean? I am ready?” Mingi stands up straight, no longer leaning on the doorframe as he looks down at his outfit, suddenly self conscious about his choice of clothing under his leader's scrutinizing gaze.
“You’re kidding right?” Hongjoong rests his elbow on his jutted out hip as he looks Mingi up and down, “No? I don’t think there's anything wrong with my outfit.” Mingi voices. He’s dressed in beige pants paired with black combat boots, he has a black sleeveless turtleneck on with a very fashionable boob window, he has a few rings on, the outfit is simple yet stylish, it compliments his newly dyed oreo hair perfectly; he thought it was a fine outfit for the concert. “The outfit itself is okay, but there's no way in hell you’re going to an incarnation's concert wearing absolutely NO pink, and dressed like that.” Hongjoong smacks his lips in distaste before walking past Mingi, grabbing his hand as he drags him out of the apartment down to Mingi’s dorm.
“I’m going to get you a better outfit.” Hongjoong throws Mingi on his bed the moment they enter the taller’s room and immediately makes a straight line to Mingi’s closet, completely ignoring the other rappers' yelp as he hits the bed. Looking at Hongjoongs outfit and then at his own Mingi supposes he sees his leaders point.
Hongjoong’s outfit consists of a pair of pink low waisted washed out jeans with WAY too many pockets in Mingi’s opinion, it’s held up with a white belt that's decorated in little pink rhinestones that wouldn't be visible if you didnt stand close enough to see. His top half holds a white long sleeved turtle neck, its cropped so it ends a little bit above his belly button, its cut so that his shoulders are exposed but arms are covered, the shirt sits so tight Mingi is sure Atiny’s would drool at the very visible outline of Hongjoongs chest.
His exposed abdomen holds some simple silver chains that have a great contrast to the tan he recently acquired. Mingi’s pretty sure Hongjoong’s feeding into the femboy Hongjoong agenda Atiny created, but he looks good in the outfit so Mingi won't disagree. The rest of the outfit has silver and pink accessories, and white combat boots that make his leader seem taller than he normally is.
Hongjoong steps away from Mingi’s closet, throwing a pair of pastel pink camo pants Mingi didn't even know he owned, along with a very tight cropped tank top, its white like Hongjoongs but instead of the plain white it was english writing on it with a graphic design, Mingi doesn't know what it says, he can't read english. “Go put this on while i get shoes and accessories” Hongjoong says before moving to where Mingi’s shoes and jewelry are, not giving Mingi a chance to object.
Mingi moves to his bathroom to get changed, he feels a bit more exposed and he wonders what he’s going to do if it gets cold, he doesn't know if Hongjoong will let him wear a jacket. While Mingi would usually object or complain about Hongjoong making him change, Mingi knows it'll be pointless since Hongjoong is very serious when it comes to these things. He looks at himself in the bathroom mirror and he has to admit, even though he doesn't have shoes or accessories for the outfit yet, Hongjoong did make a good choice.
When he walks out of the bathroom he sees white combat boots, not much different to Hongjoong’s own placed on his bed, along with a silver chain that has a lock charm on it for a necklace, some bracelets and rings lay there as well as Hongjoong sits on the bed next to his layout with some makeup in his hands, he’s smiling up at Mingi in a way that makes Mingi shudder. He's going to get back at Wooyoung and the others for this, mark his words.
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Sitting in their seats Mingi finds it hard to focus on the concert in front of him. Listen, it’s not his fault okay? They have good music, Mingi will admit, the song’s he’s heard so far will definitely stay stuck in his head for a while, and with Hongjoong’s excited blabbering every second Mingi started to enjoy himself. The way the crowd all had some pink on them, the way they moved in unison, it kind of reminded him of Atiny’s and that made him feel a bit more comfortable.
Honestly he was paying attention, the drummer really caught his attention as he had a very unique way of rapping, but he turned his head once after a song had ended, just to look at the crowd once more, and he made eye contact with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. Mingi swore his breath was knocked out of his lungs, the chillyness he felt before now long forgotten as his body heated up looking at the unknown male.
The male was tall, taller than Mingi definitely, broad shoulders and biceps that were straining against his white dress shirt in a way that made Mingi swallow his suddenly dry throat. Mingi could see faint black lines underneath the almost see through white shirt, tattoo’s maybe? The light of the stadium may have been dim but the way the pink led’s of the stage illuminated the man made him look stunning. Mingi wasn’t sure how long he was staring, but he knew it had been a while, and the man was staring right back, his neck turned a little backward because of where he was seated.
The man crossed his arms and his shirt hugged his back tighter, Mingi is sure the man had a bigger chest that would be pushed together right now as well, and he wishes he was sitting a bit closer so he could see it. The man smiled at Mingi sweetly, waving at him with one hand- oh god what a hand it was. The song seemed to have ended as Mingi could register Hongjoong yapping to him, but he couldn't focus on the words of his leader though.
The man he’s been eye fucking for a solid half hour, the man whose been staring back at him the last few moments pulls out his phone and turns himself fully to the front making Mingi groan in annoyance as he lost his view, but quickly refocus as the man stood up. This man was built by the heavens, he was everything Mingi had dreamed a god would look like, before Mingi knew it he had half turned his face to Hongjoong, mumbling about how he had to go to the bathroom before standing up and following the unnamed man, leaving an open mouthed Hongjoong to stare at his retreating figure. “MINGI??? HELLO- that fucking bitch the intermission is in like 10 minutes he couldnt wait??” Hongjoong asks himself, not following after Mingi because the band on the stage had started their next song.
Mingi follows the man all the way outside to a vending machine, the man got himself a bottle of water before tipping his head back and chugging the whole bottle, giving Mingi a clear view of the way his adam's apple bobs up and down, his hand, that Mingi can now see is decorated with rings, and a snake tattoo that starts at his middle finger and disappears into the sleeve of his shirt. The water bottle is thrown into the nearest trash can and the man continues walking, Mingi continues following.
Once they reach the outside the man stops, puts on a black zip up hoodie and pulls out a cigarette, placing it between his plump lips, lighting it and blowing out a puff of smoke before he turns his head to look at Mingi, shit. Mingi kind of may have forgotten he was visible, but in his defense, he wasn’t thinking, not a good defense but his nonetheless. Now standing awkwardly watching the guy he believes to be the love of his life staring him down like a piece of meat, Mingi doesn't know whether he’s turned on or scared, maybe a mix of both?
“Hello? Ah wait, uhm do you know english? Uhm, hello?” The man’s voice is raspy and deep, even more so than Mingi’s and he swears he can feel his knees fighting for their lives to not give up on him. Mingi tries to respond but it takes him a while, his mouth closing and opening before he clears it to respond, “Hello, uhm you speak Korean?”
The man takes a while, blinking slowly, before responding “A little bit, I’ve been learning. I’m [Name]”, the man places the cigarette back between his lips and stretches his hand out for Mingi to take, Mingi stares at the hand for a while, just repeating the name he heard in his head. He shocks out of his trance when [Name] awkwardly starts to let his hand fall believing Mingi didn’t want to grab it.
Mingi desperately fumbles in a way that [Name] finds absolutely adorable, “Uh I’m Mingi. You’re very prett- I mean uhm you have a really pretty name” Mingi smiles up at him, despite his obvious nerves his smile is still one of the sweetest things [Name] has ever seen. Now, [Name] had two options here, tell Mingi he knows him and that he’s a huge fan OR play it off cool and act like he doesn’t know Mingi. He chooses the third option by tripping over his own words. “I know, uhm I have a friend that likes your band so I know who you are I mean.”
‘HE KNOWS WHO I AM OMFG HE KNOWS HOLY SHIT SDEHFD VBFVIUERHERGJNERGVHURFJG, HE KNOWS OMW NAME KNOWS WHO I AM I'M GONNA END IT ALL WHY OMFG I NEED TO TALK TO YUNHO ABOUT THIS HOLY SHIT’ “oh, I see” Mingi’s cheeks, redder than a crimson flower betrays the words he responds with despite the internal freak out he’s currently experiencing. Mingi moves closer to stand next to [Name] as they both rest their backs on the wall. “You like Incarnations?” he asks, his accent is obvious but his korean is pretty good for a beginner Mingi thinks. “Uhm, no, Hongjoong-hyung is a big fan, I like their music but I haven't really listened to them” Mingi’s voice is a bit stuttery as he speaks. [Name] hums and the sound makes Mingi’s knees weak, “Why you out here then? Not inside with him?”
Mingi, in an effort to lie and not expose the fact that he followed him purely out of attraction just goes “Oh, uhm too many people I guess” [Name] nods, “Yeah I get that….you stay here with me?” Mingi knows he probably meant to ask if he wanted to stay outside with him, but with the language barrier it sounds like he’s asking to stay with him, no matter the reason and that makes a warm feeling flutter in his chest. He just makes a noise of agreement and they both stay silent for a while.
“Hm… you want to get out of here?” [Name] asks and Mingi coughs in surprise, “Huh?!” he turns to look at [Name]. “Uhm, walk around, get drink, fresh air” now that [Name’s] sentences are more intricate his words get more choppy, yet somehow Mingi understands him. “yeah, yeah I'd like that” Mingi smiles, “let me just text my friend first” he says as he pulls out his phone and [Name] nods.
“Where would you want to go?” Mingi asks as he pockets his phone, “hm I don't know Korea well. Just walk around?“ [Name’s] brows furrow as he tries to concentrate on his words and Mingi chuckles at his face. [Name] looks at him questioningly and without thinking Mingi just responds “you're cute when concentrating” he slaps a hand on his mouth as he realizes what he just said. [Name’s] cheeks heat up at Mingis words. “thank you…” he mumbles and Mingi has to stop himself from cooing.
“There's a really nice park a little while away from here if you want to go there?” Mingi asks and he sees [Name’s] face contort to confusion once again, silently mouthing the words to himself before his face lights up in recognition as he nods his head. He blew out the last puff of his cigarette before throwing it in the bin nearby. “lead way” he motions as he extends a hand out in front of him once again and Mingi nods before he starts walking slowly as he makes sure [Name] is following him.
They walk out, past the security that nods at them and the night air is chilly, Mingi wants to shiver but he doesn't yet. He doesn’t want to seem pathetic, yet his chills against the night air must have been glaringly obvious as [Name] takes off his zip up hoodie and places it on Mingi's shoulders, despite the instant heat that churns in Mingis stomach he sends a questioning look to the taller male. “You're cold and need a hoodie, '' he says as he shrugs nonchalantly, playfully pulling the hood over Mingis head. Mingi takes a moment to process what happened before he starts giggling as he puts the hoodie on properly before zipping it up. He's overwhelmed with the scent of cherries and his mind starts to wander about burying his face in [Name’s] neck to get a better smell.
Before his thoughts could drift completely he's snapped out of them by [Name] “cute, you're giggle” he says as he smiles at Mingi, placing a hand on his head teasingly, “cute little giggle” and Mingi whines in protest, placing his face in his hands to avoid the others gaze. “Come on, don't hide your cute smile from me” as he speaks in English his voice drops even lower due to the familiarity of the language slipping from his tongue, and the warmth that's started to form in Mingi's stomach moves lower.
[Name] moves closer as he gently wraps his jeweled hands around Mingi's wrists, pulling his hands away from his face, he lets go and places a hand on Mingi's chin forcing him to look up at him. Mingi's eyes wide and glossy, his whole face red as a wide smile is spread across his lips. “See? such a beautiful smile.. hiding it from me would be a crime darling”
Now Mingi didn't understand much English, he understood the main message behind the tallers words, sure but he didn't know specifics, yet as the last word dripped hot from his tongue, like candle wax to skin, flowing past his mischievous smile, Mingi understood. Of course he knows that word, it sends chills up his spine almost as if it's the phantom of [Name’s] fingers tracing the indent of his back himself.
It’s as if the other can understand the way Mingi’s mind drifts, he stands a bit closer, placing his hand on the small of Mingi’s back, “You lead the way, remember?” he tilts his head as he looks gently at Mingi. Mingi jumps at the other man's contact with his back, but when [Name] moves his hand away and starts to apologize, Mingi stops him by grabbing his hand, wrapping it around his waist in a sudden burst of confidence fueled by lust. “I was just surprised, don’t stop.” He says as he guides the taller’s hand to be placed perfectly on his hip. [Names] eyes widen a fraction, before he nods his head as he lets a little smirk slip, causing one of his fang like teeth to poke out, and it makes Mingi’s neck ache, just the thought of those teeth biting into his flesh. “Yeah uh- uh yeah there's a park ahead” Mingi chokes out as he and [Name] walks, it’s silent but not in a bad way, almost comforting.
It confuses Mingi, why he trusts this random man, no matter how handsome, but he doesn't have time to dwell as he sees the outline of the park in the distance, he points to it to alert the male next to him who hums in acknowledgement. “You go to the park a lot?” the taller asks. “No, not really, not this one specifically at least. I used to go to parks at night a lot. I was kind of a shy kid, so my mom would bring me at night, or dusk- depending on how busy our day was.” Mingi spills, it's almost like the normal filter of socially acceptable words one shares with strangers is non-existent. [Name] nods as he takes a moment to understand Mingi’s words. Imagining a baby Mingi in the park with his mom, brings a smile to his face.
“Hm, what was your favorite part of the park?” [Name] inquires as the two walk, outline of the park becoming clearer as they get closer, “Probably the swings, it was always so fun when my mom would push me- I felt like I was flying, no matter what happened that day, when I was on the swings I was free.” Mingi has a wistful look on his face and it warms [Names] heart. “Do you wanna swing then? I'll push you” his voice rings in Mingi ears as Mingi realizes they now stand in front of the swings, he’s been so focused on speaking and [Names] comforting hand on his hip that he zoned out. “Oh- would you be fine with that?” Mingi tilts his head as he questions [Name] who nods in response as he holds one of chains of the swing, motioning for Mingi to sit.
Mingi sits down, steadies himself, before he tilts his head backward to look up at [Name] who's standing behind him. The top of his head is pressed against [Names] stomach as his eyes, big and brown, studies the other's face. [Name] leans down and places a peck to Mingi’s forehead, “Tell me more about yourself, princess” he speaks in a sultry voice, his breath hot against Mingis face, and before Mingi can react, [Name] pushes Mingi as the swing creaks. Mingi squeaks in surprise and [Name] gives a joyful laugh.
The sounds of the two men echo through the air, but there’s no one around to hear them, the night for once being quiet. The moon looks down at them, and she knows her children will be happy tonight.
notes: RAAHHH FINALLYYYYY I GOT TO WRITINGG AGAINNN, so anyway i'm busy with the next chapter of this and my other smau, hoping to get out one more chapter this weekend I just don't know for which story, this is NOT proofread guys pls if u find any errors tell me
