What could be better than this?
(Kim Mingyu X FemReader)
*Romantic comedy, light angst, fluff, a bit of jealousy drama*
There’s something deeply ironic about Kim Mingyu.
He’s tall. No tall-tall. He walks into rooms and ducks under door frames. He’s got muscles for days and hands so big they can wrap around your entire face like a catcher’s mitt. His voice? Deep, like the ocean. Intimidating. Dangerous even. Strangers glance at him once and instinctively move out of the way.
But YN knows the truth.
Kim Mingyu is a baby. A six-foot-two, golden-retriever-of-a-boyfriend baby.
And right now, that baby is wrapped around your torso like a human octopus, arms tucked around your waist and face buried in the crook of your neck, whining softly every five seconds.
“But I miss you,” he murmurs for the fifth time in the last three minutes.
“Mingyu,” you laugh, trying to gently push him away, “I just went to throw the trash out.”
“And that was 143 seconds without your love,” he pouts, looking up with those massive, sparkly eyes that could put Bambi to shame. “Do you even care about me anymore?”
You roll your eyes affectionately. “Don’t be dramatic.”
He gasps. “Don’t be dramatic? Baby, you just committed emotional abandonment—”
You shut him up with a kiss, which is really the only way to stop Kim Mingyu when he’s on a roll. He melts instantly, sighing happily like a puppy who’s been given treats and belly rubs all at once.
Life with Mingyu is filled with spontaneous bear hugs, clingy back hugs while you're cooking, and constant little touches a hand on your thigh when you're watching movies, pinkies linked while walking down the street, and surprise kisses dropped on your cheek when you're doing literally anything that isn’t giving him attention.
It’s like dating a very affectionate dog. A very, very hot affectionate dog.
He snores loudly. He hogs the blanket but always gives it back when you shiver. He eats like a growing teenage boy (spoiler: he isn’t, but try telling him that), and when he gets sick, he gets whiny.
“Mingyu, it’s just a cold,” you say, tucking him into the couch with tissues, tea, and extra fuzzy socks.
“But I’m dying,” he sniffles. “Tell the members I loved them. Burn my cologne collection. Give Boo the snacks in my drawer—”
“I’m literally going to strangle you with this blanket,” you grumble, but you kiss his forehead anyway.
He grins smugly through his red nose and tissues. “See? You love me.”
God help you. You do.
But for all the soft, clingy, adorable puppy-boyfriend behavior, there’s another side to Kim Mingyu that comes out when he’s jealous.
Not many people have seen it. But you have. And it’s… intense.
It starts subtle — a shift in tone, a sharpness in his usually soft eyes, the way his arm tightens just a little too much when he wraps it around you. He doesn’t yell, doesn’t sulk. But the atmosphere changes.
Take the incident with Taeyong.
You and Mingyu were at a mutual friend’s party. You had run into Taeyong from NCT, someone you knew from university, and had struck up an easy conversation. He was sweet, complimented your outfit, laughed at your jokes and that was the beginning of the end.
From across the room, you could feel it: Mingyu’s gaze. Heavy. Unblinking.
When you finally returned to him, he didn’t say a word. Just wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, his jaw tight.
“Baby,” you said, confused, “are you okay?”
He didn’t answer. Just looked at you with that unreadable expression.
Later, in the car, the tension exploded.
“Was he flirting with you?” Mingyu asked, voice low, the playful tone completely gone.
You blinked. “What? No. Taeyong’s just friendly.”
Mingyu clenched the steering wheel, knuckles pale. “He touched your arm.”
“I—he always does that. We’re friends—”
“You laughed at everything he said.”
“Mingyu—”
“Do you like him?”
Your heart stopped. The question felt like a punch. You turned to him, shocked. “Are you seriously asking me that?”
He didn’t answer.
You softened, realizing what this was really about. “Hey. Look at me.”
He didn’t.
So you reached for his hand, prying his fingers from the steering wheel. “Kim Mingyu. I’m yours. Always. You don’t have to be scared.”
His walls crumbled in an instant.
“…I just—” his voice cracked, “you’re everything to me, and when I see someone else making you smile like that…”
“You get possessive,” you finished gently.
“…Yeah.”
You kissed his knuckles. “I only want your stupid jokes and your clingy hugs and your dumb fake dying whenever you get the sniffles.”
He looked at you with wide, teary eyes. “You mean it?”
“I’d tattoo it on my forehead if it makes you feel better.”
His smile returned instantly, the scary-jealous aura melting away into puppy-love mode again. “Let’s do matching tattoos.”
“Oh god.”
One time, you were talking with Joshua, who had always been the sweetest, most respectful guy in Seventeen. But Mingyu still hovered behind you like a looming shadow, his presence radiating that possessive, quiet storm energy.
Joshua chuckled nervously. “You okay, Gyu?”
Mingyu gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Just making sure my girlfriend’s not being stolen.”
Joshua looked at you. “He’s joking, right?”
You patted Mingyu’s arm. “Depends. Did you offer me snacks or touch my shoulder? Those are his triggers.”
Joshua blinked.
Mingyu just smirked.
Despite everything the drama, the jealousy, the suffocating cuddles at 2 a.m. even when you're dying of heat being with Mingyu is like living in the middle of a warm sunbeam.
He brings you coffee with little hearts drawn in the foam. He texts you hourly when you’re apart.
“I just saw a dog and it made me think of you. Because I love you. And also because it was drooling.”
He sings to you off-key in the shower. He begs you to let him style your outfits and acts like your biggest fan when you wear the stuff he chooses.
“You’re slaying, baby. Vogue will call any minute.”
He never lets a day pass without reminding you in a million little ways that he loves you.
And sometimes… when he’s sleeping, all curled around you, arms locked tight like you might vanish if he lets go… you realize there’s nowhere safer than being loved by someone like Kim Mingyu.
Your big baby.
Your jealous guard dog.
Your giant, beautiful, clingy puppy of a man.
And honestly? You wouldn’t have him any other way.
