author note(Sorry for being late guys, here’s part two thank you so much for your support <3 Please wait for the surprise dropping today!!! Hope you like this chapter.Reblogs, comments, and tags are always appreciated, also plz let me know if other tags should be added :3
WARNINGS ( kidnapping. More will be added as the story proceeds)
This is purely fictional!! and has nothing to do with the real artist
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Part 2:
I woke up in a spacious room, something out of a book. Something like those wattpad houses, the all black and luxurious rooms. Everything started coming back to me, the strong arms capturing me, then a voice apologizing. Who would do such thing?
“You need to get me out of here” the voice in my head kept pushing. That’s when I started looking for anything that can give me hope that I can leave, I can get out of that place. That’s when I started paying more attention to my surroundings, there’s a big balcony but it’s sealed shut with shutters, okay I can open the shutters, easy right? Nope, the shutter buttons are in sealed shut in a glass box, and there’s nothing I can break the glass with. And of course, the door is locked, obviously I tried that first.
I tried so hard to break the glass with my hands but it was of no use. That’s when I heard the door opening and Mingyu walked in. They got him as well? “Mingyu, oh my god! Thank god you’re here, who the hell did this, why are we here?” He just looked at me, an unreadable expression on his face. “Please, let’s get out of here, please get me out of here, I want to go home,” I was full on sobbing, my hands fisting his shirt, and he still had this stoic look on his face.
“But, why would you want to go home? This is your home,” he finally broke his silence, his hands reaching to hold me. “What? What do you mean?” I looked up at him, tears running down my face, that’s when I realized, the door was locked, but he got in, he had the key to the door. The voice apologizing sounds an awful lot like his, and it all makes sense, he kidnapped me!
“Why? Why me, why would you do this? What did I do to deserve this?” I screamed, pushing him away from me, and he just shrugged, as if this is just his hobby, that this is something usual for him. “Was this your plan all along? Get me in a hotel room all by myself, so that you can do this?” I carried on asking and he was nodding along, as if he was happy that I was finally starting to understand everything.
“So, my passport disappearing was all your doing, you took it. If you planned on doing this, why bring Sarah with me?” I somehow managed to calm down and was just looking at him, looking for any kind of rational explanation that is about to come out of his mouth, but nothing would be rational, nothing would make sense. “I had to make it less suspicious, if I had invited you all on your own, you would’ve felt weirded out, Sarah was just something to use so that I can gain your trust even more? As for your passport, I took it first day you arrived, in all honesty, I thought you’d realize earlier, but you’re just a stupid girl with a pretty face,” He was inching closer towards me, and I didn’t step backwards because my back was already against the wall, there’s no way out. I couldn’t help myself but ask him again, “Why me?” and this time, he answered me, “Because you saw me for me,” he said it as if this made sense, as if this would justify his actions. “What? What the fuck does that even mean?” My voice was starting to get louder again, but he remained calm, “The comments, everyone commenting on my tiktoks, on my Instagram posts, it was all the same thing, they all saw me as Kim Mingyu of Seventeen, that I was just a hot guy, that I was someone they can sexualize, someone they fantasize, but your comments, they were different, they saw me for me, as just Kim Mingyu,” he explained, smiling, as if this made the situation any better.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re insane,” I pushed him, but to no avail, he’s far more stronger than I am.
“Nothing’s wrong with me, you’re the one who started everything by commenting on my posts, you were asking for it, so I gave you what you were asking for,” His started yelling back. “Do you even hear what you’re saying! There are thousands if not millions of people commenting on your posts, and a thousand more who are commenting the same thing as me, you’re just trying to find anything that would make sense of your twisted games, but no, you’re a psychopath. People need to learn the truth about you. Imagine your sweet little carats’ reaction when they find the truth about you,” I jab my finger in his chest. I guess that got on his nerves, hearing about his fans, because he gripped my face so hard that I felt like my jaw is going to break, “my little sweet carats would wish to be in your place right now, you’re lucky that I even looked in your direction,” he said gritting his teeth, his voice full of spite. “I never asked you to look in my direction, or get me here, you did all of that, and yes, I was stupid enough that I agreed to travel to a foreign country and meet a stranger that I know nothing about. Maybe I saw you as handsome but at the end of the day, you’re just some random man that I don’t know,” I spat on him, and this time, he didn’t grip my face, he was full on choking me, not to the point that he’s going to kill me but enough to make me pass out, however, I wasn’t going down this easily, adrenaline was pulsing through my veins.
“My parents will realize that I didn’t board the plane, and as for Sarah, she’s not going to leave this country until I leave with her, you’re not going to win Mingyu. I have people backing me and they’re going to look through every inch of every country in this world until they find me and just then, you’re going to get fucked, real bad,” I was laughing, because I knew my family and friends would never leave me, especially Sarah, she’s my ride or die.
“Look for you? Sweetie, Sarah’s already on the plane, she never loved you. I heard her talking to some guy on the phone, I think it was your ex, she was badmouthing you, saying she traveled with you because it’s a once in a life opportunity, and as for your parents, baby, you were living all alone in England, your parents would call you twice a week and visit once a month, and if you don’t call them, they don’t find it weird. Princess, come on, I am the only one who really loves you, I was born to be with you, and you were born to be with me. I am the only one who knows what’s good for you and what’s not good for you,” he said caressing my face. How does he know my parents call twice a week, and visit once a month. How does he know I live alone, and how does he know I was dating before.
“You’re lying, Sarah hates my ex more than me, and yes, maybe I don’t have the strongest relationship with my parents, but they still love me. They will rip the whole universe apart,” I said, but not as confident as before, could he be right? He knows really personal things about me, he knows that me and my parents aren’t talking. But Sarah, why is she talking about me with my ex?
“Baby girl, I lied about so many things since the moment I saw you, but not this, I love you, I care about you, I care for you,” His voice was way softer than before, and that’s when I started to actually believe what he was saying, two days ago Sarah was whispering with someone on the phone and the second she saw me, she shut her phone in a second, and Mingyu was knocking on the door 2 seconds later. What he’s saying makes sense. I didn’t feel anything except for the sobs erupting from me, and Mingyu’s arms around me. I pushed him, but he was stubborn and strong, and I didn’t have it in me to fight him so I just let him.
I don’t how much time passed but Mingyu didn’t leave my side, and when he sensed that I have calmed down, he started talking, “Since you’re staying here from now on, there are a couple of rules you have to follow,” he looked at me with these puppy eyes, “Rules?” I looked at him with hate behind my eyes that I had to conceal, if I want to get out of here I need to play along.
“Yes, rules, but they’re very simple. If you follow what I am saying, you’ll be rewarded and if you don’t there will be consequences. You’re not allowed a phone, I’ll give you a burner phone that is designed for one phone number with one signal and it’s my phone number. Second of all, you’re not allowed to leave or even attempt to leave, there are cameras everywhere. Third of all, you can’t go outside except with my permission or if I am with you. See, they’re that simple,” he said with a sweet voice laced with venom, and I just nodded along.
“I have to leave now, but promise me that you’ll follow these rules, okay princess?” he said removing a strand of my hair from my face. I waited until I heard the bathroom door shut and the water running. That’s when I went feral, I started looking through everything, I don’t care if I made a mess, I forgot what he said about the rules, I needed to get the fuck out of here. That’s when the door opened and Mingyu got in. He looked at the mess and didn’t even make a sound, he took two strides and he was standing in front of me, he dragged me from my hair and locked me in a dark room with no single sound erupting from it. I kept on banging, and screaming but to no avail, he left the apartment and I don’t know when he’ll be back. And as for me, I was getting swallowed by the darkness.
2 MONTHS LATER:
It’s been two months, and I don’t even know how they passed but they did. I kept acting along with the shit that he said and did to the point that I started believing. He told me that I was a virgin, that we’re married, that we’ve always been together. Some days I was actually believing the shit that he was saying, that we were actually married, but these are the days that he treated me good, the days he would beat me up, abuse me verbally, the days he would treat me like I am trash, that’s when reality hit me. And even the days he treated me good, I think I was trying to act as if I was believing so that I can move on.
In those 2 months I haven’t stepped foot out of the penthouse, yes, penthouse, it wasn’t an apartment. Until today, it was 4:30 AM, he woke me up, telling me to get dressed, that we’re going to go to a park. I couldn’t believe it.
“I am making it early so that I can keep you safe, you understand that right,” seems like today would be a good day, and I nodded, got dressed and by 5:15 we were strolling through the park.
Mingyu’s POV:
“Stay here, don’t move, don’t even think about standing up. If you even think about escaping, you’ll be buried next to the trees in these woods, understood?” I said sternly, just to scare her, but I would never hurt her, I might go out of my way sometimes and hit her but this is for her own good. I looked at her, and she looked scared. GOOD. This is what I need. I left and stood from afar, watching her. I stood for 10 minutes, and she didn’t even blink. Okay, so, she’s not going to leave. I should get us something to eat.
I turn around and she’s gone. She’s running through the woods, stupid bitch. I sprint towards her, however, I keep a bit of a distance, I need to give her the hope that she can leave.
Y/N’S POV:
I don’t even know what possessed me to leave, but I didn’t feel myself until I was sprinting through the woods. I can sense him behind me, but he’s far, maybe this is my chance. I kept looking for any big tree that I can hide behind, very cliché right?
I hid behind the tree, I looked to my left, safe, looked to my right, also safe, looked to my left again and I was greeted with the punch, I fell to the ground and before I can even do anything, he dragged me from my feet.
“I am sorry, I swear I didn’t mean too, but the voices, the voices told me to leave. I need you to help me get help. Please, I feel like I am going insane,” I tried to fake going insane but that didn’t work. He just stayed silent, but he didn’t drag me from my feet, he pulled me up and just carried me over his shoulders.
Sarah’s POV:
It’s been two months, but I am not giving up, I am not leaving this fuckass country until I find her. I was stapling the missing posters on the trees when a girl flew past me literally, I looked at her, she seems awfully familiar. I went back to the posters. OH MY GOD, THAT’S Y/N.
By the time I looked again, she’s gone, as if she didn’t exist.
A quiet refuge brings long-awaited answers and a passionate, desperate reclamation of what they almost lost.
The highway dissolves into smaller roads, then into streets lined with trees whose branches arch overhead like arched ceilings. Streetlights flicker past at regular intervals, casting pools of orange light that catch the dust floating in the SUV's still air. Your bare feet are cold against the floorboards. The oversized shirt has ridden up your thighs, exposing more skin than you're comfortable with, but you can't bring yourself to care.
Mingyu's hand remains on your thigh. His thumb traces absent patterns on your skin, small circles that ground you to the present moment. You don't know how long you've been driving. Could be twenty minutes. Could be two hours. Time has lost its meaning, compressed into the space between your seat and his, the weight of everything that happened in that living room pressing down on your chest like a stone.
He turns onto a street even quieter than the last. The houses here are modest, not the sprawling estates of your neighborhood, but real homes with porches and gardens and cars parked in driveways. Families live here. Normal families with normal secrets that don't involve corporate fraud and ruined arranged weddings and step-siblings who—
Your breath catches as he pulls into a gravel driveway. The house before you is small, painted a pale blue that's faded to gray in the darkness. A single light burns in the front window. It's nothing like the mansion. Nothing like the luxury hotels or the boutique apartments. It's a place where someone lives, not where someone performs.
Mingyu kills the engine. The silence that rushes in is almost deafening.
He doesn't look at you. Just opens his door, the interior light flooding the cabin, and walks around the hood. Your door opens. He stands there, backlit by the porch light, his silhouette sharp against the darkness. The bruise on his cheekbone has darkened to purple, a bloom of color against his jaw.
"Come on." His voice is quiet. Tired. Human.
You swing your legs out, and the moment your bare feet touch the gravel, he's already moving. His tailored charcoal coat slips off his shoulders, and before you can protest, he's draping it around you. The fabric is warm from his body, carrying his scent—that familiar mix of expensive cologne and something earthier underneath. The sleeves hang past your fingertips. The hem falls to your mid-thigh.
He doesn't say anything. Just holds his hand out, palm open.
You take it.
The gravel crunches under your bare feet as you walk to the front door. The porch creaks. Mingyu raps his knuckles against the wood, three sharp knocks, and then steps back, his hand still wrapped around yours.
The door swings open.
The man standing in the doorway is tall, nearly as tall as Mingyu. He has dark hair and wire-rimmed glasses that catch the light. His face is sharp, angular, with a quiet intensity in his eyes that suggests he misses nothing. He's wearing a simple gray sweater and jeans, comfortable and unassuming.
"Wonwoo." Mingyu's voice is steady, but there's something in it—relief, maybe, or gratitude. "Thanks."
Wonwoo's gaze sweeps over both of you. Lingers on your bare legs, your bare feet, the coat hanging off your shoulders. He doesn't ask. Doesn't raise an eyebrow. Just nods once, a small, economical movement, and steps aside.
"Come in."
The interior of the house is warm, lit by soft lamps rather than overhead fixtures. Bookshelves line the walls, crammed with volumes and photographs and the occasional houseplant. The furniture is worn but comfortable—a plaid couch, a wooden coffee table with ring stains, a pair of sneakers kicked off by the door. It smells like cinnamon and old paper and something cooking.
Wonwoo closes the door behind you. The lock clicks into place.
"Bathroom's down the hall if you need it. You know where the guest room is." His voice is low, measured. He doesn't ask who you are or why you're barefoot and wearing only an oversized shirt beneath Mingyu's coat. "I'll be in the study if you need anything."
He disappears through a doorway, and then it's just the two of you standing in the quiet foyer, the weight of the evening pressing down like a physical thing.
Mingyu's hand finds yours again. His fingers are warm, calloused, and they tremble slightly as they interlace with your own.
"Come on," he says again, and this time his voice is softer. Vulnerable.
He leads you down a narrow hallway past a closed door that must be Wonwoo's study, past a bathroom with its light off, to the last door on the left. He pushes it open and steps aside to let you enter first.
The room is small. A double bed with a navy duvet, slightly rumpled. A wooden desk with a laptop and scattered papers. A guitar propped in the corner. A dresser with a half-empty glass of water on top. The closet door is open, revealing a few hanging shirts and a pair of sneakers on the floor.
And the smell.
It hits you the moment you step inside. That familiar scent. His skin, his shampoo, the particular musk that clings to his clothes and his pillows and his sheets. This is where he's been hiding. This room has held him for the past months, absorbed his sleepless nights and his silent desperation.
Your knees give out.
You sink onto the edge of the bed, the mattress creaking beneath your weight. The coat slips from your shoulders, pooling around your waist. You're sitting in his room, wearing only an old shirt, your legs bare, your feet filthy from the gravel, and you have no idea what comes next.
"I need to..." Your voice is small, cracking against the quiet of the room. You gesture vaguely toward your lower half, suddenly overwhelmed by the grit on your skin and the tight, nervous pressure in your bladder.
"Through there," Mingyu says softly, pointing to a small adjoining door.
You slip inside the cramped bathroom and lock the door. You use the toilet, your hands shaking so badly you can barely manage, before turning to the small, old-fashioned bathtub. Standing on one foot, you turn on the faucet, letting the warm water rush over your skin as you wash the driveway dirt and gravel from your soles. You scrub them clean with your hands, watching the grey water swirl down the drain, before drying off with a clean, folded towel.
When you step back out into the bedroom, your feet are clean and pink, the chill of the hardwood hitting your bare soles as you walk back to the bed. You sit back down on the edge of the mattress, the adrenaline still humming beneath your skin.
And then, Mingyu is there.
He drops to his knees on the floor in front of you, the movement so sudden and so deliberate that it steals the air from your lungs. His hands come up to cup your face, his palms warm against your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away tears you didn't realize were falling.
"I'm sorry." The words crack as they leave his mouth. "I'm so fucking sorry."
You stare at him. At the bruise blooming on his cheekbone. At the dark circles beneath his eyes that makeup couldn't quite hide. At the raw, naked desperation in his gaze.
"Sarah—" he starts, and his voice breaks. He swallows. Tries again. "That night. The shower. She just—she got in. She was naked. And I—" He closes his eyes, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. "I'm not making excuses. I'm not. I was weak. I was a man whose desires and impulses took the absolute best of him. And I hurt you. I hurt you so badly."
Your hands come up to cover his. Your fingers are cold. His are shaking.
"Mingyu." Your voice comes out hoarse, scraped raw. "Do you think that's what I fucking care about right now?"
He pulls back, confusion flickering across his face.
"You just dropped a major bomb at the mansion an hour ago." You laugh, but there's no humor in it. "Your father's affair. The fraud. The evidence with the media outlets. You just, you detonated everything. And you dragged me out of there like I was the only thing you could save."
His jaw tightens. "You are."
"Mingyu—"
"You're the only thing I've ever wanted to save."
The words hang in the air between you, heavy and fragile. His hands are still cupping your face, his thumbs still tracing gentle arcs across your cheekbones. The room is silent except for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the quiet rhythm of both your breathing.
He moves without warning, rising from his knees and circling around you. The bed dips as he climbs onto it, and then his thighs are on either side of your hips, his chest pressing against your back. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him until your spine is pressed against his sternum, until you can feel every breath he takes.
His face buries in the crook of your neck.
His lips press against your skin, soft at first, then harder, open-mouthed. He's breathing you in, inhaling deep and shuddering, as if he's been holding his breath for months and only now remembers how to fill his lungs.
"I'm sorry," he whispers against your pulse. "I'm so sorry. I missed you. I missed you so much it fucking hurt."
You feel the dampness of his lashes against your skin. Feel the tremor in his arms as they tighten around your waist. Feel the desperate, arrhythmic beat of his heart against your shoulder blades.
"Tell me what happened." Your voice is barely a whisper. "Why did you leave? Why didn't you go through with it? Why did you disappear?"
His arms tighten. His lips press a kiss to the spot behind your ear that he knows drives you crazy, and a shiver runs through your body.
"Because you walked away." His voice is raw, scraped clean of any pretense. "Because you got on that plane and went to New York, and I realized that I couldn't live a single day without you. I couldn't—" He stops, his breath hitching. "I couldn't go through with it. Walking Sarah down that aisle, saying those vows, living a massive lie for the rest of our lives. Fooling myself, fooling her, fooling you. I couldn't do it."
Your eyes close. Your hands find his where they're wrapped around your waist, holding on.
"I wanted to follow you." His voice drops even lower. "The moment I knew where you were, I wanted to get on a plane and find you and beg you to forgive me. But I knew... I knew you needed space. You needed time. And I had to fix what I'd broken before I could come to you with clean hands."
"But you didn't come." The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, bitter and aching. "You just sent a voicemail from a burner email and disappeared."
"I'm sorry." He says it again, and again, pressing the words into your skin like a prayer. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Trapped in his arms, you turn your head slightly, just enough to catch the edge of his jaw. "Was that all real? The fraud? Did you fake the documents? The fraud evidence?"
His body goes still against yours.
"No." His voice turns stern, a flicker of something harder beneath the vulnerability. "I didn't fake anything. I was desperate to find a way out. I asked Wonwoo for help, he's a tech genius. We spent weeks digging into the Park Group's files. And we found it. Millions of dollars in mishandled funds. Offshore accounts. Fraudulent reporting. It was all there."
You process his words in silence. The weight of what he's saying settles over you slowly, like sediment drifting to the bottom of a lake. He didn't fabricate evidence. He uncovered the truth. He spent months hiding in this small house with his friend, assembling a case that would destroy his fiancée's family and free him from a marriage he never wanted.
For you?
The silence stretches between you, thick and heavy. You feel his breath against your neck, his heart beating against your back. The room holds its breath, waiting for you to speak, to react, to shatter or to heal.
His mouth finds your neck again.
This time, the kisses are different. Slower. Hotter. His lips part against your skin, his tongue tracing a wet path up the column of your throat. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you harder against him, and you feel it—the hard press of his arousal against your lower back.
"I missed you," he breathes against your ear. "I missed your skin. Your smell. The sound you make when I—"
His hands slide beneath the hem of your shirt.
His palms are warm against the bare skin of your waist, tracing upward slowly, deliberately. His fingers find the underside of your breasts, and he pauses, his breath hot against your shoulder.
"Tell me you want this." His voice is ragged, broken. "Tell me you want me. Because if you don't—"
You answer by turning in his arms.
Your body twists, your knees shifting on the mattress until you're facing him, straddling his thighs. His hands slide to your hips, gripping the thin fabric of your shirt. Your faces are inches apart. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, lips parted and wet.
You kiss him.
It's desperate and wet and achingly slow. Your mouths slot together like they've been searching for each other, your tongues meeting in a dance that's equal parts apology and claim. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you, until you can feel every line of his body pressed against yours.
The kiss deepens. His fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, tugging upward. You break the kiss just long enough to raise your arms, and then the shirt is gone, disappearing somewhere behind you. His hands find your bare waist, your ribs, the curve of your breasts still covered by your bra.
He looks at you. His gaze traces every inch of exposed skin, and there's something reverent in his eyes, something hungry and broken and desperate.
"Fuck," he breathes. "I missed you."
You reach behind your back and unhook your bra. It falls away, and his breath catches. His hands come up immediately, cupping your breasts, his thumbs tracing across your nipples until they harden beneath his touch.
Then he shifts.
His hands grip your hips, lifting you slightly, positioning you on his thighs. His fingers find the elastic of your underwear, and he doesn't ask. He just slides his hand inside, his fingers finding you wet and ready.
"Fuck," he says again, and this time it's a groan.
His fingers slide into you, one at first, then two, curling and pressing with a familiarity that makes your head fall back. His thumb circles your clit in lazy, deliberate movements while his fingers work you open, stretching you, preparing you.
At the same time his mouth finding your breast.
His lips close around your nipple, and the sensation is electric. His mouth hot and wet, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak while his fingers continue their rhythm inside you. Your hands fist in his hair, holding him to you as waves of pleasure roll through your body.
"Please," you gasp. "I need—"
You don't finish the sentence. Instead, you shift your weight, turning in his lap until your back is to his chest, your legs spread wide over his thighs. His hand is still inside your underwear, still working you, and the new angle lets him go deeper.
His mouth finds your shoulder, your neck, kissing and sucking while his fingers drive you higher. You can feel his hardness pressing against your ass through his pants, and the knowledge of what's coming makes you ache.
You turn back around, facing him again. You took off his shirt before your hands find the button of his pants, and he lifts his hips to help you push them down. His boxers follow. His cock springs free, hard and leaking, the tip glistening in the dim light.
You wrap your hand around him, and he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. You stroke him once, twice, spreading the wetness, feeling every inch of his length.
"Ride me," he breathes. "Please. I need to feel you."
You lift your hips, positioning yourself over him. His hands grip your waist, guiding you, and then you sink down.
The stretch is perfect. Exactly what you've been craving for months. His heat fills you completely, and the sound that escapes your throat is somewhere between a gasp and a sob. He fills you in a way that nothing else can, a way that makes you feel whole and shattered at the same time.
You start to move.
Your hips roll against his, finding a rhythm that's slow and deep and devastating. Your hands find his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin through his shirt. His head falls back, his eyes closing, his lips parted as he lets you take what you need.
"Look at me," you whisper.
His eyes open, finding yours. The connection is electric, intimate, terrifying. You watch each other as you move, as the pleasure builds, as the months of separation and pain and longing condense into this single moment.
His hands find your hips, and his rhythm changes. He starts to thrust up into you, meeting each of your movements, driving deeper. The pace quickens, the angle shifting until he's hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
You're close. You can feel it building, a pressure coiling in your core, every nerve ending on fire.
"Come for me," he says, his voice rough and broken. "Let go. I've got you."
You do.
The orgasm crashes through you, violent and beautiful, stealing your breath and your thoughts and everything except the sensation of him inside you, his hands on your hips, his eyes locked on yours. Your body clenches around him, and he groans, his rhythm faltering as your climax triggers his own.
He comes inside you with a shuddering gasp, his hands gripping your hips so hard they'll bruise, his body arching into yours as he spills himself deep. The feeling of his release, hot and filling, sends a secondary wave of pleasure through your oversensitive body.
You collapse against him.
Your foreheads press together. Your breath mingles. Your hearts beat in sync, slowing gradually as the aftershocks fade.
Neither of you speaks.
You stay like that, tangled together on the small bed in the quiet house, his arms wrapped around you, his softening cock still inside you, his lips pressing occasional kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your hair.
The silence is comfortable. Healing. The weight of everything that's happened doesn't disappear, but it shifts, becomes something you can carry together instead of alone.
Minutes pass. Or hours. Time has lost all meaning.
A soft knock at the door breaks the spell.
"Hey." Wonwoo's voice is muffled through the wood, but there's a gentle humor in it. "I made dinner. Figured you two might be hungry."
Mingyu's chest rumbles with a quiet laugh against your back. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer.
"Tell him we'll be there in a minute," you murmur.
Mingyu presses a kiss to your temple. "We'll be there in a minute," he calls out.
Footsteps retreating down the hall. The distant clatter of plates.
You stay in his arms a moment longer, your bodies still joined, the warmth of the room and the smell of him and the quiet hum of the house wrapping around you like a blanket.
Then you shift, wincing slightly as you lift yourself off him. His release trickles down your thigh, and he grabs a shirt from the floor, handing it to you with a soft, almost shy smile.
You pull it on. It's his. It smells like him.
He pulls his pants back up, not bothering with the button, and takes your hand. His fingers interlace with yours, warm and sure.
The hallway is dim, lit only by the light spilling from the kitchen at the end. Wonwoo's silhouette moves behind the counter, and the smell of something savory wafts toward you.
an/ rr: 2026 has been a mess , sorta homeless rn because i dont have a place to stay for my uni last year, i hope i make it through all this. i dont enjoy my major n idk about my future n this is how i wanted to be comforted after my failed presentation
mingyu knew how to take care of you.
gyu<3 : all the best for your presentation!
you ignored the message. your team was next, you were sweating profusely, almost going through all stages of panic. you knew you could not mess this presentation up after all the long nights put into preparing the deck and research, but most importantly because it carried a major chunk of your final grade. you are surviving on water and a piece of toast that mingyu had worriedly fed you before he left for his practice early morning. you knew you are going to get a whole lecture on sleep schedule and pulling all nighters now but all that didn't matter right now.
you get on the stage trying your best to maintain your composure, practicing deep breaths just the way he taught you, and finally it was your turn. you step forward and blank out. you were only able to explain few points in broken voice, it was clear that you have messed it up now and the realization makes you feel more stressed. your teammates try to cover it up for you but that didn't help much.
mingyu phone buzzed while he was at practice. he was looking forward to your text back. he excuses himself and checks for the messages. he saw name and immediately lit up.
you: it went bad.
the smile disappeared. he stared at the screen and typed back.
gyu<3 : how bad?
he waits for your reply but didn't get any. he knew you were probably going through a spiral of emotions right now. he saw how much you worked for that, so much so that you had to be constantly reminded to take care of yourself. he was happy that he was there this time unlike the other times when you had buried yourself in work while he was touring. he plans to leave practice early to ensure that you get the most pampering and rest today.
you enter your house after attending your classes and a long day of self criticism. you smell freshly cooked food and saw the mingyu trying to arrange a bouquet of zinnias for you. he stood at the kitchen island, completely focused, tongue peeking out in concentration as he carefully rearranged bright flowers into a glass vase.
he frowned. moved one flower, stepped back. "no", he says as he tries to rearrange it again. "better now", he says as he sees you and comes forward for a warm hug, and before you know you had broken down.you look up with your eyes red, and exhaustion written all over your face. his face sank the moment he saw your tired face.
he walks over to the fridge and gets you a drink to calm down. "babe, you want to talk about it?" he asks while keeping you close. you sniffled and gave a small nod. "i embarrassed myself" you say breaking down again.
"you didn't"
"i forgot everything, my teammates had to save me, im stupid and -" mingyu tilts his head seeming offended by the last sentence. "no way jose" he says mimicking the way you say it whenever you found something absurd, and he was happy to hear a chuckle out of you.
"i worked my ass off, barely slept, wanted it to be perfect and all i get it this. i dont even think anyone would like to even group with me now" you say as you try to control your emotions.
"it was one bad day, baby" he says leaning his forehead against yours smiling just enough to make you feel safe and comforted. "and if anyone refuses to group with you after one presentation", he shrugged dramatically, "its their loss"
you huffed out a laugh through your tears. "there she is" he gently kisses you as he rubs your back to get you to relax. "i've been waiting for my girl to come back" he says giggling.
"thanks for being here with me" you say feeling grateful. mingyu looks at you, "always baby" he says peppering your face with kisses.
"the zinnias are pretty"
"they reminded me of you" he says admiring you.
mrrow!, both of you looked toward the kitchen. your orange tabby was perched proudly on the counter, one tiny paw reaching suspiciously close to the bouquet of zinnias.
"mushu!" mingyu warned and the cat froze. then, maintaining eye contact with both of you, slowly pushed one flower onto the floor. "did she just?" you ask shocked. "she absolutely did" ,mingyu sighed dramatically and stood up. "you tiny criminal", he says trying to clean up the mess. "so that's why it's been quiet" ,he muttered, jogging after your nine pound menace.
"well she lives up to her name" you say as a laugh bubbled out of you as you watched your six-foot-two boyfriend chase your baby around the dining table while the culprit zigzagged expertly between the chairs.
notes: reader is referred to with miss/ma'am | i moved to @berrryshortcake !!
"hi, my loves, hi."
mingyu smiles at his blank screen, colorful text telling him more and more are joining to tune in. the chat is an endless stream of a variety of greetings, ranging from the sweet 'hi how have you been !!!' to the more confident 'i want to gag on ur dick king'. mingyu greets with a soft hi before chuckling about the latter.
"i just thought i'd have a radio live today, just wanted to catch up, nothing too wild." mingyu contemplates sharing the fact that he's in bed, comfortable in his mountain of pillows, only clad in some loose shorts and a hoodie. mingyu decides to hold back for now, still waiting to see that one username he's found himself to be so fond of.
cat3arss: so no head? 😔
cocks1ut: oohh how have you been?
hole4sale: lmao no head 😭😭
pretty.miss: aww thats too bad
pretty.miss: wouldve loved to see you get all messy again
hole4sale: so true pretty miss ma'am!!
mingyu didn't even notice you've already joined, his body suddenly flashing hot as he reread your comments. a warm pink dusts his cheeks, and he clears his throat in an attempt to keep himself together. "what, are you just using me for my body or something?"
pretty.miss: perhaps
mingyu inhales sharply, propping his laptop and mic on his bedside table before shuffling down his bed to be more comfortable, his left hand now toying with the gartered band of his shorts. he feels his cock start to harden, all because of your words.
"tch, perhaps." it's a weak attempt at getting the upper hand, on his own damn live. he spots your username and the little bouncing circles indicating your'e typing. it's like he can only focus on you, his favorite regular.
pretty.miss: hehe. have you eaten yet then?
"y-yeah, I had some tuna mayo riceballs e-earlier." for some reason, mingyu's mind had drifted to how lovely you must sound, asking about his day and talking about yours. the thought sends tingles running down his spine and causing more blood to flow down his body and harden his dick. mingyu knows it's ridiculous, getting off to the mere thought of how your voice must sound, but he can't help himself, not when his eyes flit to the screen and sees you've commented once more. his hand slides past the gartered band of his shorts and is now palming the bulge that has formed in his boxers.
pretty.miss: oh did you make them yourself?
mingyu nods, and upon realizing that you can't actually see him, tries to calm himself down so he won't sound so obvious and get found out. "I-hah- I did." So much for not being caught.
pretty.miss: you okay, babyboy? you sound out of breath
the petname goes straight to his dick; mingyu lets out a shuddering breath, one the viewers most definitely heard, and lets his hand wrap around himself. he gives himself a few languid strokes, thumb brushing the tip to collect the precum pooling there. through gritted teeth, he answers you. "I'm f-fine, pretty."
pretty.miss: you sure? idk it sounds like you're getting needy
hole4sale: oh shit
cocks1ut: wait pretty miss is right?????
skinnyp3n1s: are you touching yourself??
the pinging of the chat turns him on even more, and in the absence of an answer, his viewers start donating. it's like he's been conditioned; mingyu's body turns warmer and he gets needier at the sound of the clinking coins. it's been no more than 10 minutes and he's already reached half of his usual goal.
"i j-just wanted to catch up with you g-guys," mingyu huffs, reaching over his bedside table for the bottle lube. he removes his hand from his dick to squirt a generous amount of lube on it, the slick, wet sound making its way to the mic. "you just had to turn it into something else..."
pretty.miss: oh so you're blaming us now? it's not our fault you get turned on by a little small talk
pretty.miss donated 100 coins!
the chat joins in, crude words teasing him about how needy and easy he is for them. mingyu whimpers when his lubed hand makes contact with his sensitive cock, desperation urging him to fuck his fist already. but he shakes his head, mouth dry as he pleads, "can i touch myself? please?"
pretty.miss: you know i can't say no to you, baby
"f-fuck, thank you!" mingyu's whimpers are endless as he fucks his fist, just the like the coins being donated to him. eyes scrnuched close, miraculously enough, he manages to block out the clinking, his mind coming up with thoughts of how it would feel like to fuck you instead. his breath turns ragged at the thought, convince there's nothing more that could drive him so insane.
then, in a moment of delirium, he thinks of how you're probably getting off to him (or at the very least thinking of him in the most impure of ways), how his voice does the same things to you that your words do with him. mingyu feels his abs contract and his toes curling as his orgasm builds up.
"hng, f-fuck, i'm so close-" a loud, whiny moan rips from mingyu's throat and the chat rolls endlessly, the pinging sound of notifications making his already fuzzy head spin. "p-please let me cum, please!"
gyu cracks one eye open then the other just in time to see your comment of approval before he's seeing stars and spurting ribbons of white all over his fist.
Hello! My name is Sangi ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა. This is my first fanfic on Tumblr. Would mean everything if you read it. Reblogs, comments, and tags are always appreciated. If this gets enough interactions, I'll upload the second part. 👀
WARNINGS ( kidnapping. More will be added as the story proceeds)
This is purely fictional!! and has nothing to do with the real artist
WORD COUNT: 1994
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CHAPTER 1 ( Trust is a lie)
He starts messaging you from a private account, you feel suspicious so you brush it off immediately. Why would you believe a random account that claims to be mingyu? That is until, the one-view photos start swarming your phone.
They’re not selfies stolen from his Instagram, they’re not pictures taken at concerts, they’re photos you’ve never seen before. Pictures taken backstage, in hotel rooms, late at night, pictures you’re sure were never posted anywhere. That’s when your doubt starts turning into curiosity.
Eventually, he asks for your phone number, the conversations became almost everyday at this point. He tells you he wants to meet you in person, granting you an all exclusive trip, everything is covered, even the food you’ll buy from the grocery store and as a bonus he tells you to bring anyone you want. This makes you feel at ease, you’ll travel with someone that you know, so it won’t feel weird or crazy.
This all sounded too good to be true, because it is too good to be true.
Little did you know that the invitation was never about meeting you.
It was about getting you close enough that disappearing you would be easy.
Upon arrival, the airport was swarmed with so many people to the point it was hard to move.
“Y/N, did he tell you he’s going to wait for you at the airport or is he going to send someone to pick us up?” Sarah told me, looking pissed because it was extremely hot.
“He said he’ll send someone to pick us up because he can’t just risk showing up randomly to an airport and picking to random girls, the fans will butcher us, and the paparazzi will never leave us alone,” I told her while searching for his “bodyguard”, he’s supposed to have a sign with our names on it. The search didn’t take that long since we found the bodyguard.
“I hope your flight was good miss Y/L/N, please follow me, the car is this way,” he leaves before I can reply saying anything. The car was something out of a movie scene, I didn’t even know what brand it was. Sarah kept gawking at the car, then she looked at me, mouth wide open, I had the same look on my face, but we had to lock in quickly and we got in the car.
“We are heading to the hotel right now, I will be your driver for the rest of the trip, my number will be provided by mr. Mingyu. I won’t be able to take you anywhere right now unfortunately since everything is closed, but I will be waiting for you call first thing in the morning. Please fasten your seatbelts. There are also some drinks in the fridge. You are free to take whatever you want,” and again before we were able to say anything, he closes the compartment, leaving no room or space for us to talk to him. I looked over at Sarah and she was fast asleep, and before I knew it, I was also fast asleep.
We were awoken by a knock on the window, it was the bodyguard, I need to ask him his name,
“Sorry for disrupting your sleep, but we have arrived at the destination, I have given your bags to the hotel, here are your key cards, enjoy your stay,” he was about to leave when Sarah called for him, “Wait, can you please tell us your name?” she asked him, “My name is Kim son Yu, glad to be at your service, enjoy your stay,” and he left.
“Why is he so formal?” sarah looked at me, I just shrugged and we went inside the hotel and oh my god! THIS PLACE IS MASSIVE! We asked where our rooms were. We were on the 15th floor, and the view was INSANE to say the least. I got into my room, no, that’s not a room, that’s an entire apartment, it was bigger than my whole house. I threw my things on my bed, and went in to take a shower. This trip is going to be awesome.
Mingyu’s POV:
“Did she enter room?” I asked Son yu, “Yes sir, she entered her room 10 minutes ago, and her friend isn’t going to come out of her room either, I am keeping watch, don’t worry.” He confirmed with me. “You can enter now if you want, there’s no one in sight,” he added, I was already on my way to the 15th floor, the elevator indicated that I have reached the 15th floor, I got off, and Son yu was signaling that I can enter now.
I entered her room, the sound of the water running would cover everything. Perfect!
I rummaged through her bag, got the passport and was out as fast as I was in.
She can’t leave, I can’t risk it!
Y/N’S POV:
I got out of what I can call the best shower I had in my entire life, and before I knew it, I threw myself on my bed and passed out. I don’t even how long I slept before I woke up to the sound of banging on my door.
I looked through the peephole, it was Sarah, “Who wakes up someone like that, you could’ve called me,” I whisper shouted, she showed me her call log, she called me 5 times, seems like I was really out of it.
“Get dressed, we have so many things that we need to do, so many things to see,” she said while pushing past me and going through my suitcase, “What are you doing? I can get myself dressed,” I hurried over, but too late, she already had an outfit picked out.
“We need to make you look cute so that Mingyu falls in love with you and then you’ll get close to seventeen and then I’ll get to know Vernon through you,” she said giving me the clothes and pushing me in the bathroom.
“You’re insane you do know that right?” I asked her while getting ready, she didn’t reply, “before we do anything, let’s get food and coffee, I am starving and if I don’t have coffee in the span of the next 30 mins, I will have the worst headache ever and I will become so pissed,” I was shouting so she can hear me, but she still didn’t answer, what the hell is she doing.
I opened the door quickly and found out the reason why she wasn’t answering. Mingyu, THE KIM MINGYU was standing in the room trying to make small talk with her and she had this stupid look on her face. He must’ve heard the sound of the door open because he turned around and looked at me. I knew he was tall but, I didn’t expect him to be HUGE, he’s so fine and now I get why sarah was silent. I snapped out of it quickly before reaching my hand for a handshake, “Hi mingyu, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” I said, my hand still extended, but he hugged me instead. His smell is to die for, everything about him is to die for.
“Why are you being so formal as if we haven’t been talking for a while,” he said while smiling, and I just smiled back cause what am I supposed to do in these situations?
“Come on, I have an empty schedule today, so, Son yu won’t be with you guys, I’ll be the one driving,” he said while looking at the two of us, Sarah finally broke her silence, “ won’t people notice that it’s you? That will cause a problem then,”
“Don’t worry about it, I have everything covered,” and with that we followed him outside the door.
We spent the entire day seeing so many different and new things, trying all kinds of different food, and for the first time, I saw all of the things he showed me on video calls but this time it’s real, I am here, he’s here. This isn’t a dream. By the end of the day, I was already so tired, I was ready to sleep in my clothes.
Mingyu hugged me again, Sarah gave him an awkward wave and he left, he said good night. And to be honest I don’t even what happened, I just remember going into my room and passing out from how tired I was.
The rest of the days followed as quickly as they started and now we had only 2 days left before our trip, and for some reason, something told me that I need to make sure that I have everything packed from now so that I don’t regret it tomorrow night.
After about half an hour of separating the dirty clothes from the clean clothes, I started packing the things that I will take in my hand bag, but that’s when I realized my passport is nowhere to be found! But I never took it out of the bag, or did I? I don’t even remember.
I called Sarah but she didn’t answer, that’s when I called Mingyu,
“Hey princess, what’s up,” he answered, his voice raspy, did I wake up him? DID HE CALL ME PRINCESS, no, lock in.
“I am so sorry, did I wake you up?” I asked him, feeling bad, I heard shuffling on his end, “No, I woke up before you called me, is everything okay?” He asked, as if he sensed that something was wrong.
“I can’t find my passport, I looked everywhere, it was in my handbag but I can’t remember if I left it somewhere or if I didn’t get it out. I don’t know what to do,” all I heard was silence on the other end, it went on for a good minute, “Mingyu? Are you still there?” I asked, then I heard shuffling again, then he spoke, “Yes, I’m here, I just alerted the hotel, don’t worry, we’ll find it, enjoy your last two days and don’t think about it, you’ll have your passport tomorrow night,” he replied, his voice more awake now.
“Thank you so much, really,” I told him, and I could feel him smile, “No worries princess, call me if you need anything else, good night,” and with that the line went dead.
That night I went to bed feeling abit worried but Mingyu took care of it, so I shouldn’t worry about it.
The last 2 days passed by with INSANE speed, somehow, me and Mingyu were able to have some time alone and when I say that man is ethereal, I MEAN IT. He walked me to my hotel door, “I really am so happy that I was able to finally meet you. Even though our time together passed by very fast,” he said looking a bit sad, I was feeling sad, I mean I would be kidding if I said I want to leave, no I don’t, I want to see his pretty face everyday. “You know what they say, time flies by when you’re having fun,” he nodded, I hugged him, told him good night and went inside.
I am going to miss this room so much, but whatever, this can’t be the end right? I went in to take a shower, when I remembered that I still didn’t get my passport, I made a mental note to call Mingyu when I get out and ask him about it.
Mingyu’s POV:
She’s not leaving, she cannot leave me and go.
She also can’t do anything without her phone.
Y/N’S pov:
I got out of the shower, I HAD TO FORGET MY CLOTHES OUTSIDE. Would they notice if I stole that robe?
I opened the door, but all of the sudden I felt arms wrap around me, then everything started fading to black,
“I am so sorry,” a voice said, and then my entire world fell apart.
Summary: It's been a while since Mingyu and yourself have explored life outside of your busy schedules. Lucky for you, an engagement announcement leads to a weeklong vacation, and it brings a little more than just relaxation and a multitude of reasons why you fell in love in the first place.
Pairing: Mingyu x afab!reader | ft. cheol & chan
wc: ~9.2k
tw/tags: slice of life, established relationship, long-time sweethearts to lemme give u my last name, non-idol members, fluff, smut, sort of pwp?? but there's SOME plot, very needy and whiney Gyu (no surprise there), sort of dom!reader, pussy whipped gyu, semi-exhibitionism (friends are close by), blue balling, dry humping, oral fixations, TEETH, come swallowing, slight pain kink, mouth fingering, hair pulling, pet names; puppy, baby, babe, love, brat, dork, pretty boy etc...
< envy yaps: this wasn't the fic I intended to post for gyu, but since i scrapped the nearly 90% completed one, i had to make up for it in between my training / meetings at work :( anyways, i hope you all enjoy it either way + can excuse my lack of posts, i have too many scenes playing in my head but no idea or motivation to figure out how to fit it all into less than a million redundant words + phrases lol. please like, reblog and comment! it lets me know to keep posting!! xoxo
"Are you sure this is the right place?"
"This is the only address they sent. So... yes?"
"Okay... just don't hit anything on the way in. Like that log--"
"Oh fuck."
"Mingyu! Seriously?"
"I didn't see it! I swear!"
Your boyfriend holds up both palms, attempting to appease the cranky beast wearing your skin. It had been a four-hour drive. A long, winding, and gps-failing drive. And he had the inkling that you weren't too ecstatic about... well, anything at this point.
Within the first hour of the road trip, you'd managed to recreate a chaotic version of the once carefully coordinated map your friends had sent you; with loops and turns they surely hadn't suggested. And after passing the third intended exit and cursing your innocent boyfriend for being a 'passenger peasant', you forfeited the wheel to him on the side of a random, desolate highway.
Needless to say, Mingyu was far past the point of redemption. You'd made that very clear to him at the last pit stop; His breathing was too loud. He reeked of the cologne he'd practically bathed himself in this morning. His lips were too dry for kissing away your frustration. His directions were shit. He couldn't avoid any of the potholes you'd warned him of from nearly a mile back--
Then, to top it all off, he just rammed your recently-fully paid-off Jeep into a stray log you'd pointed out to him far too late. But at least you both made it to the location in one piece!
How long would that last? He doesn't know, and he isn't going to stay in the car long enough find out.
"Hey! Glad you guys made it!" Seungcheol's hair bounces while striding over to you, assisting you both with carrying bags and other miscellaneous items you'd packed into the trunk.
"We were beginning to think we should file a missing person report for you once the three-hour mark hit." He admits, tongue-in-cheek.
The glare you flash at your partner lands cooly against the side of his paled face, not once connecting with the eyes you so desperately wanted to bore every ounce of your frustration into.
Mingyu doesn't dare to face you, nor mention any true details when he responds to his friend, "Ha! Yeah.. we just made a few stops on the way to take pictures and stuff."
Thankfully, Seungcheol doesn't probe after that and instead ushers you both inside to greet everyone else inside the lake house.
It was almost a month ago when Seungcheol and his girlfriend had finally announced their engagement. And along with a congratulatory message, Chan had proposed the idea of celebrating with a weeklong getaway to the lake house his family rented out occasionally. Mingyu and yourself were invited; hence your extended travel.
With the three couples now reunited, the group ventured into the conversation regarding their well-anticipated vacation and the tasks and activities they were hoping to indulge in throughout the following days.
Despite the rocky start, you too had been eagerly counting down the days leading up to today. It'd been so long since you had requested any time off from work, let alone treated yourself to such a relaxing and well-deserved vacation.
As of late, work had seeped into your personal schedule and set things off balance for you, and in return, you'd gained a daily migraine and a newfound passion for bed rotting on the days you did have time to yourself.
However, you weren't completely at a loss. Mingyu was there to uplift you, coddle you, cheer you on when deadlines were fraying your last scraps of hope.
You couldn't possibly confine your gratitude and adoration for your boyfriend into only a few words, so when the opportunity arose for you both to spend quality time together, you were beyond elated.
You both needed this.
After a few minutes of chatting and catching up with the two couples, Mingyu and yourself plod along to the bedroom Chan had assigned to you.
Mingyu wastes no time upon entering the room, carelessly tossing your shared belongings onto one of the two full sized beds and flopping face down into the other.
"Man, I'm drained." He groans.
The same fatigue weighs unbearably on your shoulders, dampening your mood completely. Huffing, you trudge toward your strewed bags, sluggishly moving them off of the bed that Mingyu has apparently allotted to you.
You do your best to ward off your frustration with Mingyu's carelessness, opting to give him the benefit of the doubt considering he was forced to endure your irritable attitude for the majority of the drive.
You just hoped this wasn't some type of foreshadowing for the rest of the week.
"You could've at least put the stuff on the ground so I could lay down too." You complain halfheartedly.
In one moment, he's lifting his head from the comforter to peer over at you with a pinched expression, and in the next, he's bounding towards you before you can fully register it. His hands brace your waist, firm and intentional as he directs you to the now warm spot he previously claimed.
"This is our bed." He states forwardly while bending at the knee to untie your shoes. "Did you think just 'cause you're a little moody and on vacation mode meant you'd catch a break from me?"
You blow out your flushed cheeks and sigh dramatically, too embarrassed and exhausted to play into his banter. His eyes trail your features for a beat when he stands. Soon after, the warm pads of his fingers mark a path across your skin, laying delicately against your jaw.
"Tired?"
Nodding wordlessly, you watch him climb into the bed beside you. He reels you in close, caging you against him with a firm hand on the small of your back as his opposite fist props his head up.
"...'m sorry for snapping at you." You murmur coyly.
Mingyu's blinks slow. His softened stare shifting to your lips.
You notice. You always do.
"I know." He speaks. "It's been a long day, but at least we're here. You can rest up and dream peacefully about me now."
You grunt at his comment, feigning disgust to tease him. The grin on his face is stupidly endearing, and you find yourself mirroring his expression despite your eyes fluttering shut.
It surprises you at times; four years have passed and his devoted attachment to you has yet to dwindle. Or as his family claims, his puppy love hasn't fizzled out. And at this rate, you doubt it ever will.
"Don't act like you don't dream about me, baby. I've heard you calling for me in your sleep a few times."
You peel your eyes open to squint at him. "I have not! And I don't dream about you, you dork."
"You do." He smirks before flicking your forehead in retaliation with the argument of being 'even' now. "It's okay though, I don't mind. It lets me know I'm doing my job."
"And what exactly is your job?"
Leaning into your space, his entirety invades your senses. Your skin prickles under his cool breaths as he noses at your chin, chuckling when you alert him of being ticklish. As if he hasn't mapped every inch of you for years, well versed in the handful of spots that have you writhing, crying, and whimpering for him.
"My job is..." He trails off.
Unsuspecting, you're forced to endure his unprovoked attack. His touch rakes over your sides repeatedly, breaching every inch of skin beneath your sweatshirt to place featherlike strokes along your body. You struggle underneath his tortuous ministrations, clawing at his arms helplessly while begging for mercy.
Only, the pinch to his bicep, the boisterous squeal and the writhing of your torso seem to egg him on further, his grip on you unrelenting as he continues to tickle you.
He eventually pauses to chide into your ear, "My job is to love you so much that you don't ever have to wonder what anything otherwise feels like. You are my everything, and I'm yours. Whether you want me or not."
Your chest inflates with each erratic inhale you take to recollect yourself.
You're familiar with Mingyu's empowerment, his reassurance, his effortless passion for all things involving you.
But this?
This was unrehearsed. Raw. Truth right at the core.
"Gyu," Your voice wavers, cracking under the straining lump in your throat. Your chin trembles slightly at the sudden whiplash he's put your emotions through.
"Are you crying? Why are you crying? Please don't cry!" He blurts, sandwiching your face in between his palms until your lips are puckered.
Your digits wrap around his wrists, reinforcing his hold as he captures your lips in his. Dramatics be damned, your boyfriend knew exactly what to do to get his way. He was a hopeless romantic through and through, and when it came to craving your affection, he'd do and/or say anything to woo you into submission.
Tonight's situation was no different.
His laugh bounces within the four walls of your room; a sound worth bottling for later.
His hands are gone from one moment to the next, leaving you slightly breathless and admittedly dizzy from the sudden switch up.
Still hovering over you, Mingyu watches you closely, smile stretched across the dewy slope of his cheeks. He knows his wires are most likely crossed somewhere because your mere presence stuns him to near cardiac arrest every time his eyes find you.
And its moments like this, pressed in close, that he often wonders; if he gets any closer to you, would he be able to catch the sound of your barreling heart too?
With Mingyu deep in thought, you utilize the brief moment to capture his wrists and pin them above his head once you've mustered enough strength to roll him onto his back. The abrupt tackle is all it takes to throw Mingyu off his axis, landing directly underneath your scrutinizing stare.
Again, call him deranged, but he doesn't perceive anything besides love behind your crazed appearance. If anything, it's what fuels his own deepest desires; shaping his lips into the lopsided, smitten smile he wears now.
You give his hips a tantalizing squeeze between your knees, calling his name to break him out of his lovestruck trance. He responds with a feigned groan accompanied by a dramatic toss of his head.
"Spare me this once, beautiful. I can't take it, you're just too powerful."
You fend off a smile and clutch his wrists a little tighter.
The same laugh from earlier cuts through the air as he clenches and unclenches his fists under your grip, peeling one of his eyes open to assess you from his peripheral vision.
"Are you enjoying this?" You jest.
"Not yet." He quips while simultaneously escaping your restraints and locking your lips with his, moving starved and unmeasured.
You revel in the moan that coats your tongue, elated when his body responds under your grasp via the flex of his thighs and the subtle tremble in the hands curved over your ass. You're eager to get him closer to the edge of his ascending pleasure, working your hips against the front of his taut jeans with vigor.
"Guys? We're heading out to the store to pick up a few groceries for the week--"
The gasp at the door indicates a new presence and based on the sudden dip in her usual tone, you know you've officially earned yourself a lifetime's worth of apologies on both yours and Mingyu's behalf. Not only to Nari, but to Chan; who just so happened to have been tailing his girlfriend closely.
With Mingyu pinned below you and still actively holding your ass, you strain your upper half to face the couple at the door.
"I'm so sorry... um. We'll meet you outside in five minutes."
Per your boyfriend's logic, the fuss isn't significant enough to derail his plans as he proceeds to chase after your attention. He's so far gone, so nonchalant enough to wriggle his way into a seated position just to litter the side of your throat with open-mouthed kisses.
Blanching, you shove at his chest, blindly fighting him off behind you.
The embarrassment of being found in the least demure position possible sets every inch of your skin ablaze, Mingyu's suctioning mouth and ravenous nipping proving to be little help.
Nari has since turned around while Chan shuts your door with a clearing of his throat. You hang your head as he calls from the hall, "Yup! We'll be outside! Take your time."
"Finally." Mingyu grumbles, squirming from the distance your extended arm supplies against his chest. Leveling him with an incredulous stare, you shove his shoulders until he falls backwards onto the bed.
"Are you kidding me? You couldn't at least wait until they left to give me a hickey?" You seethe while marching towards the door, unfazed by his tormented cries.
"You've officially lost all pussy privileges, Mingyu."
"Wait! No!"
The atmosphere is tainted beneath the evening's burnt orange gleam, nestled into the crooks and curves of the six bodies draped across lawn chairs, just short of the lake's dock.
The bonfire Seungcheol had started an hour or so ago breezes past your exposed ankles from under the towel sitting at your waist, surfacing a layer of goosebumps across your skin.
Draped over your shoulders are Mingyu's arms, embracing you from where he stands behind your chair—mindlessly seeking the comfort of your kinship. Instinctually, your body melts into his touch, tacitly imploring for more.
Spending years essentially conjoined at the hip pays off in moments like this; when Mingyu doesn't rely on a single verbal cue to understand each and every one of your voiceless quirks, habits and requests.
It's how he's able to identify your wordless plea now; to which he honorably responds to with a feather light kiss to the crown of your head.
He murmurs a string of praise into your hair, planting another kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder and inhaling the fresh aroma of your sun kissed flesh.
"You cold?" He asks while running the tips of his fingers up and down your arms.
You lift your chin to peer behind you, coming face to face with your lover. He smiles, an authentic, exclusive gesture dedicated for your soul only. You mirror it with your own, disregarding the beer you had in your hold to cradle one of sun-tanned cheeks.
"Pretty girl." He coos.
Your head swims with pleasure, keen to exist in this intimate bubble that encapsulates you both, even if it's for a fleeting moment. Your surroundings morph into background noise as you shut your eyes temporarily, basking in his affection.
One of his hands leaves your arm, alternatively rooting yours in its place against his cheek to press his lips to the inside of your palm. He lingers there for a moment before pulling away, a faint trace of a frown splitting between his brows.
"You are cold."
You shrug nonchalantly without looking away, gauging his response curiously. He fidgets with the strap of your bikini top briefly.
"As much as I love admiring you in this cute little number, I prefer to have my girl fully bundled up and warm when I kiss her."
"I know but if I go inside to change, I won't want to come back out and I really don't want the night to end yet.." You whine, already pulling away from his hold to focus on the sea of overlapping conversations around you.
"I know, I know, but I can't risk having you catch a cold. Come on. We'll be quick, I promise."
You give a defeated, begrudging wave to the group as you finish your beer, stalling for a moment in silent hope of convincing Mingyu to stay a little longer.
Being the expert in all things regarding you, he catches on and gives you a disapproving shake of his head before taking measures into his own hands.
Supporting your thighs and head in his arms, Mingyu lifts you from your chair and makes the effortless trek back to the lodge. Your sandal-clad feet swing aimlessly from their airborne height, occasionally landing against his hip as he shuffles through the doors.
After shouldering past the final obstacle leading to your bedroom, Mingyu sets you down at the edge of the bed with a chaste kiss, then tasks himself with scavenging through your bag for a warmer outfit.
You watch the bulk of his muscles flex with his movements, grateful for the afternoon's swimming session for blessing you now with the mouthwatering sight of your shirtless boyfriend.
The soft tune he hums under his breath comes to a pause as he returns with a neat stack of clothes, claiming the space in between your legs to hand them over to you.
"I can't believe you were out there freezing your ass off. And for what? To torment me with your beauty? 'Cause it worked."
You can't help the boisterous cackle that slips from your throat, creasing your eyes into crescents as you smile mischievously.
"Let's get you out of this poor excuse of a bathing suit." He suggests sweetly. "I'll help you get nice and warm, 'kay?"
"Only if you also put a shirt on because—what was it that you said?—Oh; I prefer my man to be nice and warm when I suck his dick."
He's in the middle of unbuckling your shorts when his fingers tighten their pinched grip at your zipper. "I don't recall saying anything about that."
"Hm, maybe not, but the implication was there."
He peers up at you incredulously and you grin.
Mingyu's own fond chuckle combines with your lingering giggles, nostalgia settling deep into that familiar nook in your chest. The nook that treasured this banter, this closeness, this love you'd laid a claim on long before you both had made anything official in the beginning.
The memory manifests in your mind; of Mingyu's distant laughter when you'd rant to him about trivial situations at work until you were red in the face, or when you'd unintentionally allow your face to speak for you in awkward situations and he'd laugh throughout his reminder for you to reign it in. It being your chronic RBF.
And even during the quietest of moments, when he'd invite you to his quaint, unfurnished apartment and you'd both lay on the floor for hours, laughing at nothing and everything at the same time.
It didn't matter as long as you were together, enjoying the natural easiness of coexisting in the myriad of moments you knew to be your narrative's budding storyline.
You blink away the reminiscent tears threatening to spill over, pivoting your attention to the present Mingyu.
He's caught on to your silence, of course, and has already begun to catch your rolling tears with his thumb. He doesn't utter a word to you, and you prefer it that way. You're confident in his ability to read you and all of your feelings, anyways.
His forehead nudges yours playfully as he leans forward, guiding you to lay flat on your back with his body caging yours from above. His delicate touch ebbs away at the remnants of your overwhelming mood, supplying you with the attentiveness you accept with open arms.
Your smile gradually fades into a much softer, vulnerable simper.
"Well," You prompt, voice raspy while drawing your gaze to the rich, velvety depth of his fawn-eyed stare. "You said you'd keep me warm, so get to it, big guy."
There isn't a hint of hesitation in his movements as he dips his head to nip at your jaw. A bolt of greed strikes through you and straight to your core, sparking your sensitivity by tenfold.
You exhale a weak sigh while he works his way down your torso before parking his mouth at the hem of your swimming bottoms. Your eyes meet shortly. Mingyu pauses, awaiting the green flag. For permission.
You give him a persistent nod, and he disappears out of reach, collapsing to his knees and cradling the back of your thighs in his large hands. You're approaching the brink of impatience when his fingers remove your bottoms with one swift yank, admiring your bareness to its full potential with the barrier between him and your sweet cunt now long gone.
Your toes curl in anticipation of what's to come. Your mouth salivating at the mere idea of having him so close when you already feel so high, heedlessly plummeting yourself deeper into your crazed infatuation.
The creeping presence of his mouth on your folds is nothing but a short-lived greeting. A farewell to your libido before it even had the chance to introduce itself.
You practically howl out in protest as he curls his fingers around your ankles, guiding a new set of panties and sweats up your legs and then having the audacity to place two—emphasis on the TWO—pathetic pecks to each of your calves on the way up.
Mingyu's shoulders quiver at the expense of his breathless laughter.
Yes. He is Laughing.
Laughing at you? With you? You don't know.
And at this point, you don't bother with the details, choosing instead to dedicate the entirety of your frustration to him and his entire bloodline.
"Oh you're such a jerk." You hiss while launching yourself up into a seated position.
"You know, I'm beginning to think you enjoy having blue balls."
"You're the only horny one here, babe. I'm chillin'." He replies, smug.
"Besides, weren't you the one who put the pussy ban in place literally three days ago?"
You offer him a scoff and cross your arms over your chest as he reaches for your bikini top. His hands freeze midair when you peel it off yourself and wretch your t-shirt from the bed, grumbling under your breath while dragging it over your head.
You stomp your way towards the door before turning back, glowering.
"Don't come crawling to me when your dick is bordering falling off later."
Your snide warning weighs on Mingyu's lower abdomen as his eyes trail after your retreating form. A troubled sigh enters the room as he changes, thoughts scrambled while he sifts through his luggage for a fresh pair of socks.
His fingers graze over the distinct velvet material cradled at the bottom of the suitcase before settling on what he'd been searching for, combing through his disheveled hair with the opposite hand.
"Three more days, two more nights." He murmurs to himself.
"I can do this."
It's in the wee hours of Friday morning when your dreams depart and the discomfort of your racing thoughts replace them. There's something off, something missing, and it urges your eyes to flutter beneath your eye lids, frantic.
You hear the muffled presence of someone rustling in the hallway from beyond your door first; piquing your interest enough to jostle you out of your slumber. The second peculiarity presents itself in the chilling absence of your partner, Mingyu.
The seemingly perfect cut-out of his frame has been left in his place atop the crumpled sheets, indicating that he was laying with you at some point. The question was; where was he now?
You're tossed into an oblivion of questions and what-if scenarios coursing through your groggy headspace. With a rub of your eyes and a glance at the time on your phone, you peel the comforters back and tread towards the door on unsteady legs.
The noise has since traveled further out when you turn the knob and step out into the night's dim ocean of blue hues. A dull glint cascading through the curtained windows and over the oakwood features of the home illuminates your path.
Your head swivels towards the slight movement in your peripheral, your sleep-glazed stare catching sight of a shadowed figure hunched over the kitchen counter.
Had you not accompanied Chan on the task of locking up and securing the home every night, you would have crawled beneath the covers as tears clung to your lashes, dreading the unknown outcome of having an intruder, out for blood, roaming inside the house while everyone slept.
Thankfully, your safety in the home was undebatable, and far more importantly, you're beyond unamused by the rude disruption of your sleep to question your next decision.
After hearing the soft clank of glass and Mingyu's recognizable husky curse, you mindlessly saunter his way and instinctively embrace him from behind as he's faced away from you.
His body jerks and a sharp yelp slips out. Whipping around in your arms, Mingyu gives you a once over and his once bugging eyes soften with familiarity. He pulls you in closer to his chest, hand forking through your hair as you rest against him.
“What’re you doing up?” You voice is slightly muffled by his shirt.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he answers, frowning. “Just kept thinking... so I came out to get some water.”
You adjust your head to look up at him; eyes now fixated on his milky brown irises. His face blooms into a passive smile, cupping your cheek in his large palm.
“Thinking ‘bout what?” You murmur.
His unoccupied hand rests above your tail bone, inching lower and lower as his breath pulls into a sharp inhale.
“About…you.” He admits and despite just having woken up, your nervous system is already kicking and running wild at the statement.
“Me?” You frown slightly, curious. “What about me?”
You follow the motion of his lolled head cocking backwards, his eyes now facing the ceiling as he offers a pensive hum. His fingers lock around your hips, keeping you close.
“Everything.” He admits.
“Your eyes, your lips, your… breathtaking presence.”
When he returns to you, the cream light from the kitchen frames his features with the precision of a gallery artist's newest work, adding highlight to the peaks and shading to the angled impressions of his face, hair and body.
He's unquestionably stunning.
And he's yours.
Your mouth crashes against his pillowy lips long before your brain can convince you to do otherwise.
You relish in the pressure his fingers dimple your skin with, your lips dancing in the practiced waltz you're incapable of loving any less.
The soft smacking sound of your mouths rings between you before you're detouring to pepper the rest of his face with delicate pecks.
His cheeks tighten and morph into a wide grin when you brush over them, thinning out as you hover over his chin. You notice the restless tick in his jaw and pull away to assess him further, only to be reeled back in by the back of your head.
The hand in your hair is sturdy, tangling your locks into a makeshift leash while his other works at your jaw, applying pressure to your flushed cheeks to purse your lips together for him.
Your knees have locked up. Your feet feel heavy and your arms are slung haphazardly around his waist. The level of submission you've delivered to him on a silver platter is astounding to you, considering he's been avoiding your advances for the entirety of the week. Even if it was your doing.
And you almost find it aggravating how easily your body responds to him. Needy, desperate, aching for him.
“I’ve been,” he captures your mouth with his, vulgar and starved. “So patient.” Kiss. “So well behaved.” Another kiss. “So you could truly relax and avoid being cooped up in bed with me..."
He surfaces for a moment to breathe, eyeing your dazed expression in between. When your eyes meet his, they're glassy, dilated and so full of lust that it drives him crazy. He dives back in, tongue and mouth unrelenting against your moans.
Another break in the kiss gifts him the chance to continue his thoughts.
"But you always wreck me. Always muddle my mind with your sly little remarks, your needy eyes that follow me around, and your perfect fucking mouth that smiles, frowns, and kisses me every day."
“Gyu,” you whimper when he hikes a knee between your thighs, flexing the taut muscle into your clothed center. “We.. mmh.. we can’t.”
His teeth graze your bottom lip viciously, tugging at the plump flesh until you wince and he can taste the metallic tang of blood on his tongue.
“I can't hold back anymore, baby. I gave you more than enough time to rest and enjoy your time here, but now I'm crawling back to you, just like you said I would.”
Your protest dies in your throat with the harsh grasp of his hand cupping your pussy over your shorts. You can feel every single one of his fingers digging into your soaked flesh, truly testing your restraint when his lips trail after yours while you wriggle your way out of his reach.
You don't make it far before he's scooping you up by the back of your thighs and hauling you into the living room. The wind is knocked out of your lungs when he tosses you onto the cushions of the couch and climbs over you.
"Mingyu," You whisper-yell through gritted teeth. "We can't. It's like three in the morning and our friends are literally a few feet away, sleeping!"
If looks could kill, you would’ve been six feet under about two minutes ago with how sharpened his dark and nearly bottomless eyes have become.
Mingyu’s eyes bore into your soul, inky and challenging. You cross your arms over your chest as a subconscious shield against your boyfriend’s persistence.
“No.” You snap, pointing a finger at him accusingly. “Stop looking at me like that.”
Your chances of returning to your bed peacefully have vanished into thin air when Mingyu grabs a hold of your wrist and crosses them above your head. He dips down to nibble at your ear, deliberately filling your head with the sound of his drawn-out groans and haughty breathing.
You struggle to regain your strength under his grip for a few minutes before ultimately becoming limp in his hold, forfeiting all resistance.
"There you go," Mingyu croons.
"Let me take care of you. Have you all to myself for just a little longer, hm? Doesn't that sound good to you?"
His words crawl along your skin, piercing pins and needles all throughout your body. You squirm in his hold; your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth.
"I'll keep quiet if you can, baby. Y'gotta try not to wake everyone up."
“You and I both know you can’t keep quiet to save your life, Mingyu.” You hiss harmlessly and lean your head against the arm rest in defeat.
“I can try this time.” He nearly whines, both his tough facade and grip on your wrists faltering in favor of reaching underneath your sleep shirt to trace his blunt nails over your stomach and chest. “Promise."
Your muscles loosen under his touch, emotionally sold on the idea of having such a needy man wrapped around your finger. He truly is the manifestation of a wet dream.
“Fuck,” you groan and take advantage of the disappearance of his grip to swap positions and straddle his hips. Your palms come up to rest at either side of his head.
With your straightened arms being within his reach, Mingyu proceeds to trail a lewd, wet stripe of his tongue on your inner wrist and arm, all the while keeping his gaze fixed with yours.
The shiver that comes with it is enough of an answer for Mingyu to reclaim his stake on your body, bracing himself on his elbows to crash his mouth into yours and lure you into him.
Your groans and whimpers are muted against his lips and you find yourself yearning for more; your friends' peace be damned.
You realize you're admittedly hypocritical when your goal at making Mingyu feel good is far more significant to you than their precious beauty sleep.
You tease him with a curved and intentional grind over his hips, grazing the hardened tent of his sweats. You take his choked-out whine as your green light to continue.
Leaning down, you delve into a passionate kiss that pries his lips apart. Another moan escapes you when you feel his tongue invading the heat of your mouth, twirling amongst yours feverishly.
Being the sly fox that he is, Mingyu takes it upon himself to grant himself access to your ass, cupping a cheek in each of his large hands and parting them beneath your shorts and panties.
One guttural moan later and you both come up for a breath of air, gasping into each other's slick mouths.
“You really want to make a mess of yourself tonight, don’t you?” You ask lowly.
Breathless, he nods his head and answers with a shaky, “Yes. Please.”
The corner of your mouth quirks in amusement. He’s never been one to act coy in times like this, and hardly ever puts on a tough guy front for you when you ask him for anything pertaining to pleasure. After all, he's here for you, he’s mentioned it countless of times; whether it's shown in the form of free use or a simple switch in dynamic, he’s all for it as long as you’re content and comfortable.
Flickering your sight from his eyes to his hidden erection, your request is conveyed to Mingyu effortlessly, despite him having initiated all of this.
With a single nod of approval, Mingyu guides your hand towards the band of his sweats. He exhales through his nose as your tongue darts out to wet your lips between the fleeting gaze of his strained dick and his wrecked expression.
You apply an excessive amount of pressure against his untouched cock with the heel of your palm, causing him to squirm with a string of curses in tow.
"You really are so worked up for me, puppy. Just look at you..."
"Had you let me have a taste sooner, you wouldn't be in so much pain now, and I wouldn't be so fucking empty." You tut.
His features are screwed into a relieving mixture of delight and libido-driven anguish as you proceed to graze the damp splotch over his sweats, exchanging your palm for your nails to trace the outline of his twitching cock.
Mingyu’s adams apple bobs with a shallow swallow. When you settle back on your heels to ease his pants and boxers down, he does his best to accommodate you with the little sliver of space he has on the couch by tugging you closer to his chest.
"You started it." He huffs.
Your unamused and sarcastic laugh is muffled into his cheek as you place a wet kiss to his skin.
"Don't be a brat." You grumble in his ear.
Without warning, you take his leaking dick in your hand, squeezing the tip in place with a vice like grip while your opposite palm glides flat against the pre-coated head, circling over and over until he's stifling his moans into the cushion of the couch.
After a few minutes, you begin to thumb at the slit of his bulbous head before reaching down and cusping his balls in your hand, digging your nails into the skin with just enough pressure to make him writhe under you.
You keep your eyes fixed on his quivering chin as you lean over him with your jaw slack, allowing your spit to travel past your lips and drip onto his furiously red cock. Your tongue then shoots out to trace the vein splitting down the side of his length, simultaneously scraping your nails across the skin of his inner thigh and over his happy trail in a repetitive pattern.
It's after a particular forced dip of your fingers to his lower abdomen and the lick to his bobbing cock that he's desperately trying to close his thighs around your shoulders, with a garbled remark of, "I'm gonna— oh my god—shit! I'm..."
Your lips curl into a Cheshire-like grin as you cease all of your ministrations and sit up.
He nearly sobs when you pull away and it leaves you breathless and startled when he starts pawing at your chest and shoulders, jerking your body towards him. You brace yourself with your hands planted firmly against his chest.
“Please, my love, please keep going.” Tears clinging to his lashes, Mingyu stares down at you and awaits your response, impatiently guiding your hips in circular motions over his thighs.
You tsk and grab a fistful of his hair, making him sit up with you. His whines are breathy now, less consistent and terribly pitiful.
“You’re making a lot of noise for someone who promised to keep their mouth shut.” You chide while tugging at his strands tantalizingly rough.
He responds with a pathetic whimper and a shake of his head that he struggles to show under your unrelenting grip. His wet curls cling to his sweaty forehead, framing his doll-like face with the innocence of an unblemished cherub.
“You’re going to take what I give you when I give it to you, do you understand?”
His head bobbles with haste, eager to follow directions you know he won’t be able to keep up with.
“Show me those pretty teeth, puppy.” You instruct and pull at his bottom lip with two fingers as his tongue lolls out of his mouth.
You brush the pad of your thumb against the sharp peak of his canines, sighing contently afterwords. You change fingers to stroke his tongue, reaching deep under the slobbering muscle.
His moan is pitched high and you can’t help but grin as you watch his eyes roll back, hips rutting against nothing.
“Wish you could see your pretty mouth, baby. It’s so pretty and fitted just for me.”
You nearly purr in pleasure when a low groan escapes him, and with his mouth fully open, it pulps the sound into a lewd cry.
“Suck.” You demand and he’s quick to oblige, clamping his lips around your fingers, plunging them in deeper.
You tilt your head to appreciate the view of your fingers disappearing into his mouth with every suction of his hollowing cheeks, simply enthralled by your boyfriend’s beauty both inside and out. He’s always so eager to please, and it fascinates you when he gets like this; so whiney, impatient, and drunk on loving you.
A weighted tap on your thigh piques your interest, your eyes following the feeling and discovering his bobbing cock still leaking, now nearly purple with his pent-up desire. To his disappointment, your fingers are removed from his mouth, trailing a web of spit in between the distance.
You wipe at his mouth with the back of your opposite hand, praising him for following through with his task and abiding by your rule of being patient.
His drooping eyes trail after your movements as you reposition yourself a bit lower on his thighs. Spreading the slickness of your fingers along his hard on, you continue to pump him at a decent pace.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He curses, and you smile when you catch the tremble in his muscular arms that keep him upright out of the corner of your eye.
"C'mon, my pretty boy." You drawl. "You can let go now. Come for me."
His breathless gasp is the last thing you hear before he's crashing headfirst into his orgasm, bucking his hips into your hand through his high until you're sure he's milked himself dry.
You clamber off of him to rid yourself of your bottoms and panties before claiming your spot on his thighs again, watching intently as Mingyu's breath shallows out into a more controlled rhythm.
Sweat clings to him like a fresh sheen of body oil, coating him with a glow you find yourself all the more attracted to by the second. He seems to notice your drifting thoughts as he reaches out for you and pulls you in by the elbows.
Chest to chest, gazes glued to one another, your bodies slot together like the perfect puzzle when he guides you both to lay on your sides. You trail your fingers along his jaw, inching upward until you can thread them into his damp locks.
Mingyu presses a tender kiss to your forehead, then snakes a hand down to your exposed center, skimming your slick folds between his fingertips, paired with the intoxicating press of his thumb to your clit.
"You're so beautiful."
You suppress your moan with a bashful kiss to his lips, clasping your hands behind his neck as he continues to invade your drenched entrance with his finger.
"You're so perfect."
The warmth of his mouth explores the expanse of your throat, sucking and teething at the skin until a purplish hue blooms at the surface. A second finger is followed up with a third shortly after, sinking into your pussy while your muted moans begin to hitch and shorten with every pump.
"You're all mine." The words melt against your tongue as he slots your mouths together once more, stimulating every nerve in your body as you reach your high.
He swallows the whimper you let out once his fingers have vanished completely right after your release.
You're a hair's length short of having a mental crisis before the familiar flared tip of his cock nudges at your throbbing bud. Out of reflex, you meet him halfway and rut your puffy lips over his dick, pleading for more.
Mingyu anchors you with an arm under your head and another securing your waist when he senses your eagerness, hitching your leg over his hip as he presses in closer. With a few more moments of adjustment, Mingyu eventually guides his length into you inch by inch until he bottoms out with a content hum.
“You’re my everything.” Mingyu murmurs, soft enough to be considered a whisper, but with the perfect amount of vigor to enforce the adoration in his tone.
Your dopey grin spreads like wildflowers in the spring, blooming delicately across your lips in a cherry-like hue. Snaking a hand around his back, you utilize his shoulder as leverage as you rock your hips, desperately seeking friction from the girth inside you.
“You don’t have to butter me up, Gyu. You already have me."
Your lips meet for a dominating dual between each thrust, coaxing the deepest sounds of ecstasy out from your chest and flooding his senses. His clipped, nasally whine adds fuel to your already blazing arson lining your insides.
“Not…” he pants, quickening his pace. “Buttering you up.”
Clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle your cries, you’re made painfully aware of smoldering heat building in your lower stomach, sending a storm of pleasure to your stretched walls at an unmanageable rate.
“Just—fuck—making sure…” Mingyu babbles on. “You—you know.”
Your climax is fast approaching and your mewls and high-pitched moans have progressed. In a desperate attempt to relieve the burn in gummy walls, you hike your leg up higher onto his waist, sinking yourself even deeper onto his swelling member. Your mouth shadows over his shoulder, heaving raggedly as the pressure erupts into a show of fireworks behind your screwed eyes.
Attuned with your body, Mingyu coaxes you through your tipping point, offering his shoulder to you as a mock gag. Lapping your tongue across the skin, your teeth tail behind before indenting into his muscle to hide your final drawn-out whine.
You're unsure how long your release takes to finally dwindle out, but by the time you come to, you're able to acknowledge the warmth spilling out of your cunt.
And based off of the strained breaths against your forehead, you can only assume the fluids leaking out of you partially belong to your lover. Resting his head against the arm rest of the couch, Mingyu lays flat on his back and gently lays you on his chest.
He sighs, content and satiated. "I love you so much."
The weight of his softening cock remains inside you, bathing you in a refreshing sense of comfort and intimacy with the person you love most. With the side of your flushed face stamped against his sweaty chest, right above his heart, your response is a warm hum of acknowledgment.
"I love you." You mumble tiredly.
Regathering your thoughts, you make an attempt of forming some kind of meaningful and corny expression. However, to your surprise, the chance is swept out from underneath your feet when you feel yourself being lifted.
Mingyu's joints complain against the sudden movement, but he moves either way, wobbling his way to your bedroom and laying you down gently against the pillows. He smooths a hand over the crown of your head before walking back out to the living room.
You're far too bone weary to fret over his absence when he returns with the discarded clothing in one hand while the other holds a few damp paper towels. Shutting the door behind himself, Mingyu ambles over to your side and initiates his routine aftercare, peppering you with doting praises and gentle sweet nothings as he works his way around your body, cleaning you up.
Your vision is darkening at the edges shortly after he joins you in bed, cushioning himself against your back and placing a kiss to your bare shoulder.
The imperceptible rumble of a snore escapes his chest, and his fresh linen and woodsy scent fills your senses, lulling you to sleep before you can register it.
Within your dream, you meet him again. And when you meet, he's nothing shy of the man you wish to love for eternity.
He's the embodiment of what the word home has to offer.
Yena isn't as bubbly as she normally is. Which is deeply concerning considering the fact that this trip had been catered for her and Seungcheol's engagement.
Seungcheol has also indirectly insulted your boyfriend when he didn't immediately greet him this morning—which is highly unusual—and leaving you with a sour Mingyu to tend to.
Chan and Nari had chalked it up to a hypothetical 'trouble in paradise' type of situation, which settles your nerves for a bit.
Except, the truthful reasoning is soon revealed over breakfast when the pair insinuates that their paradise is still as perfect as ever, but there is something they've avoided discussing.
"Care to share with the class?" Chan quips eyeing Seungcheol from the seat adjacent to yours at the table.
Yena and Seungcheol share an unreadable glance, shifty eyes equally against the idea of being the one to break the news.
Seungcheol falls victim to his fiancé's charm and accepts his volun-told task. clearing his throat after taking his final spoonful of his omelet.
"We didn't know we were rooming with two exhibitionists... at least, not until last night when we woke up to a certain couple getting frisky in the living room— as if they don't have their own private room."
Mingyu's lungs collapse, the air completely knocked out of him. You have to pat him on the back to prevent him from choking on his maple links.
"What?" Nari squawks, attention split between you and a very tomato-skinned Seungcheol.
"We fucked on the couch last night." You admit bluntly, chewing slower.
"Oh wow."
"Yeah."
Yena leans over the edge of her seat to peer past Seungcheol's shoulder, acknowledging your blank stare with a smug wink; a silent and slightly envious nod of approval. Mingyu fidgets in his seat, taking a sudden interest in the placemat under his plate and busying himself with a stray thread.
"Well, we didn't hear anything." Chan shrugs.
"How could you not? They were going at it like two sick, rabid animals!" Seungcheol stammers, ears hot under your unfazed nods and hums.
"To be fair, we were also pretty busy ourselves." Nari casually adds, following up with a sip of her coffee.
This time, all three men are coughing into their hands and shirts as they advert their stares from one another. Chan has appointed himself as the mediator, desperately redirecting the conversation.
You turn to Nari when she nudges you with her elbow in the midst of the group's recuperating conversation, crooking her fingers to signal you closer. You lean in and she whispers into your ear.
"Hope you guys didn't catch too much of our midnight rendezvous, Chan wanted to try something new."
You arch a brow, intrigued by her bold divulgence. She smirks and leans over once more.
"He had me call him daddy the entire night. What a freak, huh?"
Your laugh is unfiltered and loud, and you double over with the force of it. Mingyu steadies you with a hand on your waist, running a fond eye over your radiant expression.
"Must have been something in the air then, huh?"
Your banter dials down after everyone has cleared their plates and begun planning their last itinerary. You stay behind in favor of romanticizing your boyfriend's mundane chore of washing the dishes, buzzing around from one counter to the other as he tidies up the kitchen.
After finishing, Mingyu plants himself in between your knees, his full height towering over your seated form. Your hands find home on his hips as he thumbs over your chin and jaw fondly.
"Well, breakfast was a little embarrassing." He says with a coy shake of his head.
You perch your chin on his stomach and look up through your lashes, the quirked corner of your mouth appearing alongside your raised brows.
"I'm pretty sure I warned you about you being incapable of keeping quiet."
"I was quiet!" He argues, pursing his lips afterwords. "I think."
You giggle at his dubious remark which he muffles with a peck to the edge of your mouth. When he pulls back, his eyes are glimmering, forever alluring regardless of how much time in your relationship you've spent losing yourself in.
"What were you and Nari laughing about earlier?"
"Ah," You grin. "It was just about her and Chan's night."
Your hands relocate to the back of his knees when he shuffles closer in between your thighs and hunches over to bump your forehead with his.
"But what did she say? What was so funny?" He pouts.
"You're so nosey."
He makes a sound in the back of his throat as he nudges his nose against yours, pushing you to indulge in his curiosity a little more.
"Chan wanted her to call him daddy."
Mingyu recoils abruptly, distancing himself from you for a moment to gauge your sincerity, snorting when he realizes you're, in fact, not joking.
"You learn something new every day, I guess." He smirks.
You offer him a nod before craning your neck to kiss him, unrushed and sweet. Your fingers have since moved to dance across his broad shoulders, skirting past his ribs and spine as you stare up at him. His own hands have come to rest on either side of you in your seat.
Pulling back slightly, Mingyu levels you with an inquisitive expression that makes you shift in your seat slightly.
“You're staring, Gyu.”
“Did you… Do you like…” he takes a deep breath and restarts. “Are you into the Daddy thing?”
Somehow, you've managed to choke on your saliva, sending you into a fit of coughs and wheezes as you try to get your bearings.
“It was just a question, calm down babe!” He chides, stroking the back of your head once you’ve calmed yourself down and taken a sip of your water.
“Baby,” you take his hand in yours. “I’m not into that. I don’t think I’ll ever be into that, honestly."
"Unless.. I don’t know.. you decide you want to try it out? Then I guess I’d consider it."
Mingyu’s face morphs from concern, to understanding, and finally to amusement as he brings your hand to his mouth, peppering your knuckles with kisses.
He chuckles. "Lucky for you, I'm also not a fan, so that makes it easy."
You smile and take another moment to enjoy his admirable character, his openness. His high value and regard for you and your needs. You've truly hit the jackpot with him and couldn't possibly exist without his supportive partnership in your life.
Your gaze blurs as he straightens out, takes a step back and crosses his ankles as he leans against the table, flattening his palm against the polished wood. He tilts his head.
“Although…” He drawls. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being called something else."
You swallow your response and motion for him to elaborate, chewing at the inside of your cheek.
“How do you feel about calling me… your husband?”
You swear the blood in your body stops pumping, the air escaping your lungs not long after, and your ears ring at an intolerable decibel. You’re transfixed on your boyfriend whose eyes have glossed over, unblinking throughout the period of suffocating silence.
“My… what?” You utter breathlessly.
Mingyu shuffles closer to look you in the eye properly, his own twinkling brightly; an otherworldly sight even the constellations in the night sky couldn't hold a candle to.
"Your husband," He proceeds to reiterate. "You know, once we're married."
Your blinks slow after that, stunned.
"I mean, yeah, I don't… I wouldn't… mind, I suppose." You stammer, fighting the urge to both shriek until your throat is raw, and burrow yourself underground to avoid making a fool of yourself before he's even had the chance to propose.
"Good." Is all he says before pivoting on his heel and meandering down the hall, as if he hadn't just flipped your universe upside down, shaking your surroundings until all of your thoughts, feelings, and strength are clattering to the ground, exposed for him to see. Only for him. It's always been for him.
On the outside, Mingyu is no different behind his seemingly unaffected aura.
However, his inner dialogue is a sequence of muddled pleads for a sliver of grace against the eternal adoration he has for you, a love that strikes fires in his ribcage he struggles to put out.
Though, truthfully, he'd let them burn. He'd let his heart char to a degree that reveals nothing but ashes that mirror your smell; Of your distinct undertones of home, refreshing laughter, and a blinding smile.
He's a mess, inside and out, but he doesn't mind it one bit. Not when he cherishes the silver lining; you were okay with being his wife. You were more than okay with it, really.
Should he be a little surprised? Maybe. It's been four years coming and all he's done is confess his undying love for you day in and day out. And as you've mentioned before, it does get a little tiresome after the umpteenth time in one sitting of having to reassure him that you'd still love him if he was a worm.
But who cares?
Not him.
Not when he reflects on your journey together; a voyage he has yet to hear you rant about in all of the romance novels you spew to him about.
Because your love is special. It's one of a kind. A story not even the most wise and literate author could produce into words on a paper.
And when he thinks about the velvet box sitting at the bottom of his luggage, buried under his clothes, he knows it's only a matter of days until he can confidently claim this love as both yours and his—for the rest of your shared forever.
< envy yaps: well that was sappy. I feel like I have to balance it out now with an evil plot line now... and what if Wonwoo is my next target... hm... much to consider.
writing this as i just saw two of my works against better judgement and pick me up reached a thousand reads! actually crazy. i know i don't have a big platform at all but i'm just glad people are enjoying!! even seeing the first twenty people read my first work was so amazing, so this in a few months is genuinely jawdropping.
i originally began writing to end my chatbot addiction; many of my works are chatbot prompts i would often reach to back then. now, i haven't used it in months, and i'm in a better place overall. one person reading a fan fiction is one person not using gen ai.
i know i haven't posted in a while especially in the mingyu bf genre; i've been busy with school and i'm having finals this week. :,) i did start a little new story where you and mingyu travel back in time to possible reconcile past mistakes. have this crumb in the meanwhile and yeah i just wanted to come out to express my gratitude!
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Another night, another fight where you had to straighten out Mingyu after he quit another job. The wrinkles and creases in your face were almost comfortable now, settling into the same anguished expression as you shouted and cried to this man. A man who was meant to be your husband, father to your daughter.
That was meant to imply someone you trusted and relied on, but that wasn't who you saw anymore.
Why couldn't he understand? With you at home to take care of your daughter, Mingyu was the only one who could bring an income home. Yet, he couldn't keep one for more than a month. He was still stubborn in his foolish dreams of pursuing music with his band, the same band that gets a gig at trashy bars once a month.
You kept saying this, and your words tonight were ones you've repeated over and over to no avail. Even now as you pled with him, he was just standing there. Doing nothing, a frustratingly guilty expression on his face as his eyes were downcast and his lip worried. Guilt wasn't enough to pay the bills.
"None of this would've happened if I didn't marry you," you sighed. You could see Mingyu tense at that. A part of your heart ached, but a bigger part just felt too fatigued to take it back. Deciding you were tired out, you began padding to the bedroom.
"Please, come back." Mingyu was still as his small and desperate words wallowed in the room, and you didn't look back. You were too tired, and your throat was too tight with tears to work anymore.
