synopsis: after a night of celebrating yunho's acting achievements with the whole gang, a very dirty night ensues with the man of the hour and his best friend.
pairing: idol!mingi x f!reader x idol!yunho
a/n: this is not meant to be indicative of yunho, mingi, or anybody in ateez as a person irl. this is just for funsies!
content warnings are posted at the beginning of each part.
this series contains smut, so minors are NOT welcome. 18+ ONLY. i block minors and ageless blogs that interact.
part one
part two
part three
*originally this was supposed to be a one shot, then it turned into a two parter, now it's a series. you may notice the first two parts have titles and then i switch to just calling them part ___ to keep it simple. sorry for the inconsistency! i already agonize over titling fics and who knows how long this series will be, it's easier this way lol*
⚠ mentions of emotional abuse, mentions of cigarettes, violence, alcohol ⚠
Reblog the fuck out of this one please, it’s a big one. Enjoy xx
ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ x ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || ᴘ3
ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀʟᴇᴊᴀɴᴅʀᴏ ᴍᴠ
You tried so, so hard for everything to be perfect. So why was everything shit!?
Sometimes, when the stress building up became too much you’d find yourself pathetically sitting in the shower, with the warm water running down your back and dripping from your hair while the black mascara stained your cheeks.
But you’d recompose yourself as quickly as you broke down. You had to maintain the pretty smile and the perfect front for all of the outsiders. You were ashamed, you didn’t want people to know about your situation, you dreaded that someday someone would understand the unbelievable amount of control going on inside those walls.
There was no love anymore. Unbeknownst to you, the romance would be gone the second he’d promised you his life.
Your husband had never gone as far as to hit you, but there were days that you felt as if it couldn’t get any worse. You were trapped and there was no sight of an escape.
The two of you were part of a very conservative community, therefore a divorce would only serve to put you under a bad light in everyone’s eyes, so you just stayed quiet and endured it, hoping that something would go well for you.
And it was a simple, stupid incident that set you on the road to freedom.
It was in your brother in law’s wedding.
Your head rested on your first while your index finger traced the curves of your fourth martini’s cup. You were beyond bored: the music was mostly slow and ballad-like, and unlike all of the other young girls or old ladies you didn’t feel like dancing with your ‘sweetheart’.
Alcohol-fueled tears brimmed in your eyes as you thought about your current situation, and how unfair it was, but before any of them could be spilled, someone spoke to you.
“You’re either too drunk or not drunk enough.”
Your gaze lifted to look at the tall man leaning against the bar’s counter. He had blonde hair (obviously not his natural colour) and shaved sides, which you thought was unusual, at least in a place like that.
“Somehow, both…” You told him with a sigh.
His deep voice was more noticeable when he chuckled. He sat down in the velvet stool next to yours and signaled the waiter to bring in two of whatever you were having.
You eyed him curiously. You could see some colour underneath the thin, white dress shirt. You couldn’t help but become curious about it.
“Do my arms pique your interest?” He asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at you once he realized you were staring.
You cocked your head and looked him in the eye.
“I was just wondering what the colours were.”
The male quickly put his drink down to roll up his sleeves so he could proudly display his colourful, tattooed arms. He turned both of them so you could fully see the artwork, and you were truly mesmerized.
Just as you were about to comment on how beautiful they were, the groom came running in and pulled down the man’s sleeves to cover up the pretty drawings.
“Mingi you fucking idiot I told you not to show these. My mom already hates you enough!” The groom whisper-yelled, through gritted teeth as he smacked the back of you companion’s head.
Mingi raised his arms in defeat.
“I’m sorry man, I’ll keep them hidden.” He said jokingly.
The groom walked away as he signaled to Mingi that ‘he was watching him’. You laughed and took another sip of the drink he had kindly ordered for you.
“His mom hates you? Wow, you must be a nightmare…”
Mingi laughed and brushed his hair back with his hand.
Hot.
“Yeah… She kinda caught me smoking and she’s been trying to push us apart every since then.”
“Oh, a bad boy then?”
You winked at him playfully and laughed. After both of your laughs died down Mingi sucked in a breath and placed his hand high on your thigh. He leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“Are you into that?”
A weird yet pleasing sensation spread through your body, and an unwanted blush appeared in your cheeks.
He sat back where he was and brought his drink to his very appetizing lips once more, while locking his gaze with yours.
You snapped back to reality quickly. You raised your hand, showing the meaningless yet very real, gold wedding ring. You shrugged and gave him an apologetic look.
Mingi rolled his eyes and scoffed (much to your confusion).
“As if you’re content with your marriage.”
You looked at him, offended, as you couldn’t believe the nerve he had. You crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“And what could possibly lead you to that conclusion?” You asked, indignant.
Mingi smirked.
“Well, for starters, the love of your life left you by yourself in a bar while every other couple is being corny on the dance floor, second, because if you weren’t the slightest bit interested in me you would’ve already left, and last but definitely not least,” Mingi leaned dangerously close, so you could hear his victorious whisper “if you were really happy with him you would’ve swatted my hand away the second it laid on your thigh.”
You suddenly became very aware of his touch, and his fingers burned on your skin. You stood up abruptly and walked quickly towards the exit. You felt like the air was choking you and you needed some air.
Before you could walk very further, Mingi gripped your wrist for a second.
“The tattoo parlor in front of the mall, find me there.”
And just like that, he let you go.
“You fucking bitch! You’re so goddamn worthless! I swear to God the only reason why I don’t kill you is because I don’t want to go to jail over something as useless as you.”
You snapped. It had finally become too much to take on all by yourself. The shock and fright you felt prevented you from crying, or from doing anything really. You just stood in the middle of the living room, staring at him wide-eyed and frozen, not sure of what to do.
You were only able to turn around and start running when your husband stepped towards you. The fear enveloping you pushed you to turn around and run out of the house to the only destination you trusted: the tattoo shop.
How sad was it that the person you trusted the most was someone you had spoken to once?
Life isn’t always kind…
Your legs almost went numb from all the running, and the cold air hitting your face felt as if it was slicing your skin. When you eventually spotted the red, neon open sign shining in the dark street you stopped.
Was this even a good idea?
You were way past caring when you hurriedly pushed the heavy door open and entering the shop.
The little wind chimes hanging right beside the door announced your arrival.
“I’m sorry, but we’re closed now if you’d like you can return tomorrow at 9am.” The familiar, deep voice warned.
You were a little unsure of what to say. Fuck, what could you say? What, in this situation, would be acceptable to say?
“Mingi?” You called, simple and straightforward.
His blonde head quickly peeked from the back of the store. He revealed his whole body as he walked towards you.
“Wow, I didn’t actually expect you to show up, if I’m being honest I-”
You shut him off by standing on your tippy-toes and pulling him down to kiss you. It was a very rough and sudden kiss, and to say you were just as shocked as Mingi about your behavior was no understatement.
When you pulled away Mingi’s hands rested on your hips. You two shared the most intense staring contest as your faces were just mere centimeters apart.
“Please…” You begged “I just need to feel something.”
The man immediately kissed you, as if he was in a hurry, as if he’d lose you if he didn’t do it right then and there. It started slow and passionate, moving to a much rough pace soon after.
The kiss was messy and sloppy, a type of kiss that you had just found out you loved.
“That’s all you needed to say, doll.” Mingi told you as he caressed your cheek, once you pulled away for air.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him.
Mingi hit a button on the wall that turned off the big, shiny sign outside. He grabbed your hand and lead you to a small room in the back. It only had a red couch, a mini-fridge, a microwave and a dark-wood coffee table with a pack of cigarettes and a silver ashtray on top of it. The room reeked of smoke, but that surely wouldn’t be your focus.
When the door clicked behind the two of you, he pushed you against it. His hands roamed all over your body, hungry for every curve, as his lips worked on your neck.
You felt embarrassed at how quickly he got you moaning. All it took were a couple bites and a cheeky whimper had already left your mouth.
You slapped a hand over your mouth when his large hand found its way inside your underwear, but he was quick to remove it. He pecked your lips sweetly.
“Oh no doll, I wanna hear every little moan that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours, okay?”
He caressed your lower lip with his thumb, and all you could do was comply with his request. Mingi picked you up bridal style and threw you on the beat-up, surprisingly comfortable couch.
His lips devoured yours hungrily as he desperately undid your jeans. Mingi’s hair was messy from the way your fingers played with it, but you two were far from caring about appearances, you were too absorbed in each other’s moans to pay attention to it.
Mingi gripped the waistband of your jeans and pulled them down roughly. Your underwear came off right after, and you watched as he threw them somewhere in the room as he worked in undoing his sweatpants.
He noticed the way you closed your legs slightly, a little embarrassed about the situation. Mingi smiled softly and spread you with one of his hands.
The male leaned down and kissed the spot just below your ear.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
You blushed at the comment, more than you already were, and pushed away the thought that Mingi had made you feel more like a woman in twenty minutes than your husband had in your whole marriage.
Mingi lined up his cock with your entrance and waited for your consent. You gripped the cushions in anticipation, and nodded.
Once he had the green card, Mingi bottomed inside of you, and moved slowly. When your face started twisting with pleasure, Mingi sped up. He hovered over you, each hand on the sides of your head, accentuating how much bigger he was than you, how tiny and secure he made you feel.
He lost control over his body, and he could no longer regulate the way he thrust into you. It was wild and violent, something you’d never experienced before, something you now loved.
You gripped Mingi’s shoulder, leaving clear nail marks on him (but little did you know he loved them), as you moaned and whimpered underneath him.
“F-fuck I think I’m gonna cum Mingi-”
The way you said his name made his cock twitch inside of you, and he nearly came, but Mingi was focused on making you cum first.
He bit on your neck once more, carefully as to not leave any noticeable marks, and the mix of feelings combined the desperation you felt made you climax, and you didn’t hold back in the way you moaned his name as you walls tightened around his member.
Mingi immediately pulled out, releasing all over your stomach and inner thighs in the process.
You both didn’t move for a second, both trying to catch your breaths. And although it never took Mingi too long to regain his energy, he surely was enjoying the work of art in front of him.
From that night on, you had to pretend you were miserable. You had to hide your joy and glee from your husband so he wouldn’t catch onto your unbelievable happiness.
Mingi treated you like he only had eyes for you. He treated you like you were the only one in the world. He treated you like a human, he respected you. That’s all you could ask for in a man, and so your little tattoo shop visits became longer, and more often. It became hard to hide, but every bit of it was worth it.
You’d often find yourself smiling, at the thought of Mingi’s silly jokes or crazy antics that never failed to amuse you, and you’d been caught once or twice by your husband, but it was never anything significant for him to suspect something else.
Everything almost went down the drain when you and Mingi ran into each other in a café, justly when you went out with your husband. You tried to avoid him, because you were sure he wouldn’t remember how your ‘significant other’ worked, but it was no good.
The second he laid eyes on you, a wide smile spread across his face, and suddenly it was as if the sun was shining inside the café.
You wanted to run into his arms and kiss him as a hello, but you couldn’t. You maintained a serious expression and shook your head negatively, but it was no use.
“Y/N! Hi!” The man greeted you.
You immediately panicked, as the grip your husband had on you tightened.
“Y/N, baby” the nickname didn’t sit well when he said it “who is this?”
Although his voice was sweet in front of strangers, you could sense the undertone.
You rummaged through your head, trying to find a passable excuse.
“Well, Mingi was at your brother’s wedding and he approached me because he needed some legal advice concerning his shop.”
Mingi was a little confused, but he went ahead and fed the lie.
“Oh, well then I’ll let you discuss that while I go wash my hands, Y/N find us a table.”
He never said please…
You waited for him to be in an acceptable distance so you could comfortably talk to Mingi.
“Don’t call my name, Mingi!”
“What!? Why?”
You held the bridge of your nose between your index finger and your thumb.
“Listen-” you looked towards the bathroom door, and your husband was coming back “I’ll explain later tonight, okay?”
Mingi was visibly upset, but still agreed.
The clock on the wall ticked slower when Mingi waited for you, or so it seemed. A minute without you felt like an hour for him, he was absolutely head over heels for you, and most of the time of your face and your laugh was all that was present in his head.
You were just intoxicating.
When the wind chimes echoed through the shop, Mingi immediately peeled his body from the couch and went to meet you.
You both shyly smiled at each other, as if you were two teenagers in love for the first time.
Mingi grabbed your hips and brought you forward, pressing your lips together softly.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
They weren’t dry hello’s, no, but bashful ones instead.
You gripped onto his biceps and bit your lip, unsure of the correct way to approach him about it.
“Mingi, listen, you have to pretend you don’t know me in public…”
He furrowed his eyebrows together and cocked his head.
“What?”
You sighed, a little sad about having to explain the motives behind your request.
“We have to pretend to be strangers in public Mingi, you know how my husband gets and-”
“Then leave him! I don’t understand!”
You didn’t like the way he cut you off, to say the dumbest thing of all, on top of that.
“Do you think I wouldn’t have already if I could!? What would I do then!?”
“Live with me! Come with me! We still have our whole lives ahead os us Y/N! I love you and it hurts seeing you being mistreated yet still settling for it!” He yelled, gripping onto you as if he was afraid you were slipping away.
“I know that we are young and I know that you may love me, but I can’t live like this anymore Mingi, I have a life already built, I have a job and if I leave him everything will change and I will-”
Mingi shut you up with a kiss.
“And what, Y/N? Are you like them? Are you like those stuck up motherfuckers that side-eye me because I dye my hair and wear leather jackets, hm? Do you want to have a nine to five job, have kids, be stuck in a marriage and then die knowing that the most fun thing you ever did in your life was fool around with a tattoo artist for a couple of weeks!?” He exclaimed, visibly frustrated, as he stepped away from you.
“I want a secure life! I want the guarantee that tomorrow I’m not gonna starve! And if that means that I’m just like my parents then maybe I am!”
“Y/N you know damn well why you’re not like all of these people! Why won’t you let me have you!? Is it because I live in a flat, not a house? It is because I buy my clothes on Primark, not Tommy Hilfiger!? Is it because I have a bike instead of a car!?”
“It’s because I don’t fucking know what to do! The life I live is miserable but at least I know that I’m not gonna be struggling tomorrow…”
There was a long silence. A long, heavy silence. Mingi placed his hands on his hips and huffed. He looked around for a second, before laying his eyes on you again. It was like talking to a wall, he couldn’t understand how comfort won over happiness, and it stressed him out.
“Give me one reason, one good reason, that’ll make me walk out that door with no regrets of leaving you.” He said, pointing at the glass exit.
You looked at him. There was no reason. There was absolutely no reason as to why you should stay in that place. A comfortable life didn’t compensate for the fact that you had been threatened and mistreated almost every day.
Upon hearing your silence, Mingi stepped towards you and cupped your face, making you look at him.
“Exactly, you can’t, this plave isn’t for us. Run away with me Y/N, let’s leave, I promise I’ll make you happy for the rest of your life…”
You didn’t know if it was the rush, the adrenaline, the glisten in his eyes or the sheer adoration you felt for him, but you kissed his lips, and grabbed the extra helmet for his bike, with no further questions.
“Next you need to let me tattoo you.” He said, as you two got on the bike with whatever you had in your pockets.
You chuckled, encircling his waist with your arms.
Summary: Mingi is obviously a phenomenal dancer! But can he slow dance?
Genre: Fluffy fluffy fluffy
Warning(s): Painfully fluffy
Word Count: 801
Theme Song: Baby Baby - Winner
AN: I really like this song, ok, I promise I won’t use it again who am I kidding I am a sadass with the creativity of a cabbage. Also, I adore Mingi, I love this man so so much, he’s got me good. He’s just too lanky for waltzing right off the bat, you get me?
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With the lights turned off, the room was unimaginably dark, until you drew the curtains back and wide open.
The silvery lights tinged with the scarlets and ambers of the street danced across the room as you spun, fingers brushing invisible tethers in the air, untying the stresses of the world from you and the room.
Mingi ambled in through the door, hands full of groceries and an envelope retrieved from the letterbox firmly gripped between his lips.
He hummed in surprise as he inevitably came to a halt not even three steps inside, watching you freely wind around the empty space, making your way to the stereo. Finally, you connected your phone to the slot, and pressed play, letting the calming melodies crackle over the cheap speakers.
He watched your expression lighten into an even brighter smile, enveloped in peace and bliss.
He muffled an ‘ok’, followed with a laugh, before his hands were freed from the restraints of the plastic bags. In a swift movement, you’d placed them on the nearby desktop, and returned to steal the letter.
“Those lips aren’t for bills you know,” you whispered, giggling as you eased the paper away and replaced it with a kiss.
It was just a few seconds long, but it had captured him. Deep, soft, warm. Cheeks flushed with the sudden contact, he raised his hands to meet your hips and pull your body to his.
But before he could, you’d slipped away, leaving his lips cold to the air.
His eyes followed your shadow in the dark, looking for an explanation, to find you discarding the envelope by the groceries as if it were nothing but just another plastic bag.
Soon enough you’d returned to him, however. Though to his surprise, it was you that took the lead and, clasping one of your hands in his, the other to his shoulder, you swung him into some convoluted waltz, laughing victoriously as you went.
He yelped to the say the least, until his palm finally rested on your shoulder blade. While you lead the charge, he tried to follow your steps, just barely avoiding tripping over his feet. Meanwhile, as he watched you laugh serenely, eyes curved in incredulous joy, his heart did not avoid the same fate: instead, he fell head over heels for you.
It was this moment—he would recall much later to anyone curious enough to ask—when he realised that he’d found the one that he needed to stay with, no matter the cost. He was utterly, wholeheartedly, stupidly in love with you, and your dumb and very unanticipated antics.
After propping him up from stumbling, you changed tact, slowing the two of you gradually, and moving your arms to rest neatly at his neck.
This he responded much better to, instinctively nestling his hands on the small of your back, and inclining his tall frame into yours.
“Hello,” you coyly greeted, his face a lot closer now, beautifully sculpted, his eyes glittering like the night skies’ ocean delicately embroidered with moonlight.
“Hi,” he replied, quickly catching the rhythm, and swaying gently with you to the song as it began to pick up once again.
“You look so handsome tonight,” you breathed, “you know that?”
It wasn’t possible for his smile to be any wider. “Thank you, but the real question is if you know that you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”
His heart swelled as his comment warranted another laugh. Mellow and sweet, it was the only thing he wanted to hear every day.
“I think I’m on my way to believing you.”
“Good,” he nodded, leaning in ever-so-slightly closer, so that you could just feel his breath on your lips. “Because it’s the truth, and I can’t lie to you.”
“Min, you’re so cheesy tonight, what has gotten into you?” you asked, fingers reaching up to gently brush his wind-caressed hair.
“I think I caught it from some crazy girl, did you see her?” he paused, barely keeping his breath steady, eyes brimming with light, creasing at the sides, while he tried to contain himself. “Prettiest girl I ever saw! She was dancing around this very room—you couldn’t miss her.”
You gave in.
His lips were too inviting, his voice too delectable, his warmth beckoning you to let him surround you, immerse you, flood your heart with that rich, raw emotion that you were certain only he could give you.
Lips meeting, he’d gotten what he was after, but you didn’t care. All you knew, and all you wanted to know, was that he was there, in your arms, hearts matched in the sway of a song that quietened the rest of the world around you.
You had the man you loved at last.
And, at least for now, he was all yours.
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AN: I know I said I was working on a Yuta one—he’s comin’ I promise! Just, I had this idea and wanted to write it really quick
Also, I feel when I read this back tomorrow I’m going to find it so painful but for now, I’m just happy I wrote something lmao
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(edited 22/01/2020)
Edit: this is actually one of my favourite pieces, if I’m honest. Proud writer hehe
