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Jul 3, 2020

Husband series [5/8] | Mingi

Word count: 4.2k Pairing: ex-husband! Wooyoung x single mom!, teacher! reader x boyfriend! Mingi Genre: fluff, make out session at some point, hint of angst A/N: I hope you’re enjoying it so far :)

The buzzing sound of your doorbell made you drop your red pen on your desk, getting you out of your concentration bubble. You frowned and looked at the time, not expecting anyone to come and pay you a visit. You passed by your son’s door and checked it he was asleep, only to find him sitting in his bed, hugging his plushie tight against his small chest.

“Mommy, who is it?” “I don’t know honey, but stay quiet, alright?” you smiled at him as he nodded, walking towards the door. Looking in the peephole, you released a breath as you discovered who was on the other side of the door. “Good evening, beautiful,” Mingi whispered as you smiled at him, welcoming him into your house. He had a bouquet of flowers in hand, sneaking his other hand around your waist to kiss your lips. “Hi Mingi,” you whispered against his chest, humming the perfume on his shirt, “what are those for?” you said as you gestured to the flowers, only to have Mingi smile and hand them to you. “I thought of you when I saw them, I know how much you like them,” your heart swelled at his words, and you walked towards the kitchen to put them in a vase. “Mommy? Who is it?” you heard your son’s voice coming from his room and you saw Mingi’s face stretch into a smile.

“It’s Mingi, baby, you can come and say hello!” you spoke as you filled the vase with water. Turning around to face your boyfriend, you heard muted thuds of small footsteps pacing on the carpet, giggles becoming louder as your son made his way to the kitchen. He was still carrying his plushie, and his toothless smile was huge, eyes sparkling when he saw Mingi. “Seonjun!” Mingi exclaimed at your son’s sight. The latter giggled again and extended his arms towards your boyfriend, his plushie dropping to the floor. You went to pick up the plushie, but Mingi was quicker, swooping your son and his lion cub in his arms. Seonjun clung to Mingi’s neck, a bit drooling of excitement on his shirt. Your boyfriend seemed to notice, but he chuckled, not really minding. “Don’t worry, I will give it to the dry-cleaner's,” he whispered as he got closer to you, circling your waist with his free arm, laying a kiss on your forehead. Mingi was someone amazing, you clearly didn’t know what you did to get this lucky. Seonjun wasn’t even his child, yet he took care of him as if he was his father. You had met him through a mutual friend, and you instantly clicked together. For quite some while, you had managed to hide him the fact that you were divorced and a single mom, but once, it became the time to tell him the entire truth. He understood why you hid it, but he accepted you and your past without any judgement.

“Who am I to judge, anyway? We all come from somewhere, and your past doesn’t make you less attractive in my eyes.” When he first told you that, you thought that you were hallucinating, but his wide smile made you realise that, he indeed said that. That indeed, he was the best man you’ve met since you got divorced. The first time he met your son was a tough moment. Seonjun had spent most of his life only with a mom and without a dad. He couldn’t really remember the time when you were with Wooyoung since he was a new-born baby. Since you had never mentioned your son to any of your dates, you didn’t invite them over, finding an excuse every time to either part ways in the hall of your building or going over his place, but none of them stepped in your apartment. Seonjun grew up with a busy mom, so the presence of a man in your apartment disturbed him at the beginning of your relationship with Mingi. But Mingi was a patient man, he understood your son’s struggles and felt bad when Seonjun cried when he entered your apartment or when Mingi touched you. He tried to progressively warm up to your son, but it was to no avail, he was always crying and running to your legs as the tall man struggled to befriend him. You had tried by the past to explain to Seonjun that you loved Mingi and you wanted to share a bit of your life with him.

“Baby, Mingi isn’t mean, he’s not here to hurt Mommy. He’s here to take care of Mommy and Seonjun because sometimes, Mommy feels lonely. Do you understand that, baby?” Your son slowly nodded, eyes filled with tears as you carried him in your arms, keeping a reasonable distance with your boyfriend. “Mingi is a man full of love, but he gets too heavy sometimes, he needs to give love to people to feel better. And he chose to give some to Mommy and Seonjun.” You sweetly explained to him as you progressively walked towards the tall man, who was tenderly smiling at the little being in your arms. Seonjun’s mouth trembled as he started crying again, resting his head in the crook of your neck, looking away from your boyfriend. You mouthed a desperate “sorry” to your man, but he gently shook his head and watched you walk away to put your son to bed.

After humming a lullaby and stroking his head, you closed the bedroom door and went to join Mingi on the couch. You fell in his embrace, head resting on his chest as he watched the news on TV. “I’m sorry,” you said another time and Mingi slightly shook you, a way for him to tell you that it was alright. “I understand, I’m stealing his Mommy from him, I wouldn’t like it either.” His remark made you giggle, finding peace in his embrace. After a few weeks of regularly seeing Mingi, Seonjun started to like him more, especially when your boyfriend brought him presents and plushies. You had tried to tell him that he didn’t need to do all of this, but it was useless. “I wanna get along with your son, even if it means that I need to buy him something each time I come here.”

Seonjun made a lot of progress, to the point of trusting Mingi enough to give him one of his toys. You also gave him a spare key to your apartment in case he wanted to crash at your place while you were still at work. One night, as you came from work exhausted, you were surprised to see your front door unlocked. You frowned, confident that you had locked it in the morning. Slowly turning the knob, you heard the TV playing and fits of giggles coming from the living room. You were reassured that your son was alright, suddenly remembering that you had asked your mom to look after him only for today, making you shake your head at your unnecessary anxiety. You took your shoes off and put the files filled with tests and your bag on the chest of drawers next to the door. However, as you entered the living room, you didn’t find your mom, but Mingi, who had Seonjun cuddled to his chest, a lion cub plushie in his grip. You smiled at the sight, heart slowly melting at the attention your boyfriend was giving to your son. Mingi noticed you and smiled brightly, catching your son’s attention by softly shaking his arm.

“Seonjun, look! Mommy is home!” he whispered, and your son looked up, getting out of Mingi’s embrace as he paced towards you. “Mommy!” your son yelled, struggling to walk as he was focused on holding tight his plushie, which was almost bigger than him. “Darling!” you said as you crouched down, ready to take your son in your arms, “where did you get this lovely plushie?” you asked as you picked him up, only to have him pointing his tiny finger towards your boyfriend. He observed the scene, giggling as your son smiled at him. “Did you say thank you?” “Yes, Mommy, I said the magic words!” he proudly exclaimed, the plushie falling out of his grip, making him immediately gasp. “What a good boy,” you stated as you crouched down again, picking the plushie up and walking to the couch, “Mommy needs a shower, can you stay with Mingi a bit longer?” Your son nodded and went back to his spot in your boyfriend's arms. You quickly pecked Mingi’s lips as you made your way to the bathroom, ready to unwind a bit from the day. You let the water run on your body, smiling as you hear your son’s giggles coming from the living room.

“Did you come from work early?” You asked as you got out of the room, indoor clothes replacing your strict working ones. “I wanted to come early to surprise you, but you weren’t there yet, I think it was your mom that answered the door?” you nodded, secretly hoping that everything went well with her. “Yes, I asked her to look after him because I had an important meeting this afternoon with my colleagues. I’m usually free, and the conference was unexpected, she was the only one unoccupied,” he nodded and scooted closer to you, cupping your cheek, and pressing his lips against yours another time. “I’m glad he’s warming up to you,” you said as you gestured to your son, who looked extremely happy. His face was squished on Mingi’s side, tiny hands fisting his shirt as he stared at the TV.

After putting Seonjun to bed, you fell on the couch, completely drained of energy. You wished you had spent your free day with your son, but this event with other teachers came up, and you had to attend it, even if you didn’t want to. It took longer than expected, forcing you to spend the entire day stuck at school with your colleagues. “How was your day, my beautiful teacher?” you giggled at the pet name and looked at him, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand. “I’m exhausted,” you stated as you yawned, Mingi becoming cuddlier and more touchy-freely as your son was sleeping. You closed your eyes as his body heat mixed with yours, instantly making the tiredness increase. He lazily grabbed your chin to make you look at him, and his eyes started studying your features, making you slightly embarrassed. “Like what you see?” you tried to joke, and Mingi chuckled, his face still serious as he focused on you. “Oh, more than you can think,” he answered, making you blush and release a breathy laugh. “You don’t believe me, ugh? I can show you if you want.”

He started kissing your lips with more force than usual, making you tumble and lay on the couch, your boyfriend groaning as you card your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging on it. You felt him smirk into the kiss and rested his body weight on his forearm, his lips leaving yours to travel down your neck, leaving open wet kisses on the way. “Mingi…” you heavily breathed as you grabbed the back of his neck to slow him down a bit, “Seonjun could come, he’s a light sleeper and—” “It’s alright Y/N, you closed the door, we just need to stay quiet,” he smirked as his hands roamed around your body, making you feel nothing but amazing and sexy. He was panting too, making your head spin, enjoying the effect that you had on him. “I love you, Y/N, I really do,” Mingi’s hands stopped investigating, and he looked deeply into your eyes, his face softening almost immediately. “I love you too, Mingi. Thank you for everything, you don’t know how grateful I am to have you by my side,” you whispered your last sentence and almost didn’t get to finish it as Mingi started kissing you again, taking your breath away. You gripped the bottom of Mingi’s t-shirt and threw it over his head, breaking the kiss for a second before getting back at it. It was your turn to explore his body, his warm skin and ripped abs feeling divine under your touch. Pushing him backwards, you straddled him and cupped his neck with your hands, tongues dancing together.

“You’re the hottest teacher I’ve ever had in my life,” he whispered as he fumbled with the buttons of your cardigan, only to make you titter and help him. “You know that students are not allowed to date their teachers,” you joked, and Mingi finally managed to open your cardigan, throwing it on the floor, quickly followed by your top. “I’m just glad that I’m not one of your students, I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands to myself,” he whispered as he studied your body with a hungry eye. You smiled and bit your lips, feeling so amazing under his stare.

“Mommy?” you immediately stopped as you looked up, feeling Mingi freeze under you as well. “Did he just call me?” you said as you ended your actions, pursing your lips, hoping that it was just a hallucination. “Mommy?” your son repeated from his bed, louder this time and you got off Mingi’s embrace, quickly putting your shirt back on. “Yes darling, I’m coming!” You sighed and looked at Mingi with a dejected smile. He smiled and defeatedly shrugged, starting to channel-hop to find a good film while you stood up and took care of your son.

Two days later, you were finally on break for the weekend, getting some time to spend with your boyfriend and son on this beautiful Saturday morning. You and Mingi got up quite early, preparing stuff and food for a day out at the park since it was sunny outside. Your lover loved getting up early because he was able to kiss you without being disturbed by a little individual that always asked for his Mommy’s attention. He got to have his part of attention too, Seonjun staying in his heavy sleeping session if you stay discreet. As you packed food in the cooler, Mingi went to wake Seonjun up and dress him to go out. You made sure to spread your son with sunscreen, putting his bucket hat on his head before fastening his seatbelt.

“Ready to go?” Mingi asked as he slammed the car trunk shut. You raised a thumb up and went to lock the door as you heard the car starting. He drove the three of you to the park, Seonjun running around as you tried to find a good spot in the shade. He ran under a tree and looked at Mingi for his opinion. Your partner nodded, setting the cooler down in the shadow. He helped you set the tablecloth down, and you took your and your son’s shoes off, only to have him happily bouncing on the fabric. The park was quite empty as it was still early. You fed your son breakfast and stretch your arms above your head, Seonjun wrapping his arms around your neck, giggling as he watches a dog passing with his owner behind you. A bit later in the day, as you were correcting tests on your laps, you kept a close eye on your son. He was playing with his miniature cars next to you, making the car sounds with his mouth, making you giggle as he sometimes used his high-pitched voice. When you looked up to stretch your neck and shoulders, you almost stayed stuck as you recognised a figure a bit far from you.

“No,” you said, putting the tests aside, “that can’t be-” you were about to stand up, but somehow, your body forced you to remain seated on the floor, putting on your sunglasses to observe everything a bit more discreetly. Around ten meters away from you stood none other than Wooyoung, your ex-husband. Your high school sweetheart, your first everything. Your first boyfriend, first date, first kiss, your first time. You could have died for him, given him one of your kidneys and somehow, seeing him again awakened feelings that you thought you had gotten over already. You took a big breath, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi, who put his book down and followed your eyes. His brows furrowed, confusion and anger showing on his face.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he questioned, and it made your son look up, his toy car stopping in his tiny hands. “Nothing,” you tried to stay calm, but your voice wavered, glad to have your glasses perched on your nose as tears gathered in your eyes. Mingi scooted closer to you, taking Seonjun on his laps. He was about to say something else, but you shook your head, grab your stack of tests again and started correcting them, but it was almost impossible for you to focus.

You thought that you had forgotten your ex-husband, finally gotten over him, but how could you? You had spent years by his side, and everything ended overnight. It was your fault, and you sometimes caught yourself regretting your actions before dating Mingi. You had put a stop to everything because it felt too good to be true. Your love life was a fairy-tale, but deep down, you felt something bad was about to happen. As told before, he was your anchor, your first to almost everything, and the memories became vivid again as you saw him. He was your high-school sweetheart, you went through thick and thin with him, seeing yourself growing old together at some point. And it was about to happen, only if you didn’t have an identity crisis at some point. Everything was going smoothly, you were very much in love, but at 24, after almost six years of common life, everything went downhill.

At 24, you had just finished college, you were married and expecting a child. You had barely time to register what was happening. Everything went by so fast. Wooyoung already had a job, earning a decent amount to comfortably support the three of you financially, but you didn’t feel happy at all. As you finished university, you didn’t know who you were, feeling like a complete stranger to your life. You felt like you were trapped in a gilded cage, without any chance to get out of it anymore. Crying days and nights when Wooyoung was out or in meetings when you were supposed to study for finals or assignments, you weren’t as happy as before. You were also losing your face because of critics and comments from other college students and relatives about your current situation, feeling helpless as you didn’t really have a trustworthy shoulder to lean onto. You tried to talk with Wooyoung about your current critical state, but he said that it was just a phase and that you’d get through it together. He wanted to be comforting, but it made you feel the exact opposite. Once you were done with college and gave birth just days after your graduation, you didn’t feel any happier. It didn’t feel like a phase, just how you expected it, you felt even more suffocated and thought that it would cost you your life if you stayed in your current position.

You were too young to be married, you didn’t feel ready. That was the answer to all your questionings. You weren't ready to settle down yet, and everything had to end. One evening, you put a term to your marriage by taking your child, two suitcases and placing your wedding ring on the kitchen counter with a folded letter as Wooyoung wasn't there, again. You drove to your parents’ house in tears, hoping that they’d help you and fortunately, they did. You saw Wooyoung a few weeks later, divorce papers in hand. He looked devastated, and you weren't doing any better. You thickly swallowed and clutched on the papers tightly, the attorney standing next to you, an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Let’s get straight to the point,” he started, and Wooyoung moved in his seat, snatching the pen from the attorney’s grip, surprising the three of you. “Give me the papers,” your lover said as he impatiently clicked the pen. His voice wavered, his eyes never leaving the wooden desk of the attorney's office. He rapidly skimmed the papers, energetically signing them without adding a single word. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll do it,” He mumbled and looked at you one last time, clenching his jaw as his eyes filled with tears before leaving the office, the door slamming shut a few seconds later. You gave an apologetic smile to the attorney and signed the papers too. And here you were, three years later in the park, a few meters away from your ex-husband with Mingi. “That’s… that’s how we parted ways,” you said as you touched your son’s hand, caressing his soft skin. Mingi sighed and gently kissed your temple, a reassuring arm behind you. He focused on your ex-husband again, brows slightly furrowing. You rested your head on his shoulder, and Mingi didn’t move.

“Wooyoung is looking at you,” your head shot up and met his eyes, heart missing a beat. He was walking towards you, hands in his pockets. He tried to act nonchalant, but you knew him too well, and he hadn’t changed. His face betrayed him; he was mad. As he stood in front of you, you stayed on the tablecloth while Mingi sprung on his feet. You sent an awkward smile to Wooyoung, whose eyes were only fixed on your son. Seonjun didn’t seem to care about that was happening, his toy cars looking way more interesting. “Hi, Wooyoung,” you emotionlessly declared, and he briefly looked at you. “Hello, Y/N,” your name that used to sound so sweet and soft rolling off his tongue, made you feel like he was spitting poison at your face. His tone was cold, emotionless and he started a staring contact with your new boyfriend. He raised a brow, eyeing Mingi up and down, his signature move when he was judging someone. Your boyfriend looked at him, boredom and hatred filling his eyes. The two of you seemed to already hate each other, and they hadn’t even exchanged a single word yet. “Can I help you?” you said, getting up to put a term to this ridiculous competition between the two men. Wooyoung annoyingly sighed, turning his head towards you. “Can’t I see my ex-wife without being disturbed?” he said, and your stomach churned in annoyance as he intensified the “my” in his sentence. You weren’t his anymore, and in some way, even years later, he didn’t seem to understand that. “I belong to anyone except to myself,” you retorted, crossing your arms on your chest, staring in his eyes. He was slowly getting on your nerves with his possessiveness, ruining the quiet moment you tried to enjoy with Mingi and your son.

“If you don’t have anything interesting to say, you can go back with your friends,” you said and gestured to his friends by a nod, recognising San and Jongho in the distance, two wonderful guys that you didn’t get to see anymore. Fortunately, because you needed to move on from everything that reminded you of him. You sat down and took care of your son as if Wooyoung were gone. “I still love you,” your hands froze, and you turned to him. His face was still stoic, but you saw him holding back his tears. When he pursed his lips and tried to keep a straight face, you knew he was trying not to cry. You chuckled and blinked, quickly staring at Mingi before looking back at your ex-husband.

“And I don’t, so you need to move on,” putting an end to the talk, you sat down again and ignored the two men behind you. They could fight, yell, you wouldn’t do anything, you needed to take your mind off things by playing with your son. Behind you, Wooyoung observed you and your son, the two people he cherished the most, alongside with his family. He loved you too much to move on, every girl he tried to date somehow reminded him of you, preventing him from starting something new with someone else. In every girl he met, he looked for something similar with you, for someone that’d resemble you mentally and physically, but it was to no avail. He couldn’t replace you and remained hurt since you ended everything. After spending many years with someone, you started to learn about them and recognised their behaviours. You knew him, he knew yours and his heart was pounding in his chest; he knew you too well, and your behaviour confirmed his biggest fear: you had moved on, and you left no room for the past. For him, for everything you had together.

You. Moved. On.

Wooyoung swallowed thickly as a tiny voice in his head told him those three hurtful words, sighing deeply as he sadly nodded. He started walking backwards, looking at you and your son one last time before turning around and walking back to his friends.

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Jul 3, 2020

Husband series [5/8] | Mingi

Word count: 4.2k Pairing: ex-husband! Wooyoung x single mom!, teacher! reader x boyfriend! Mingi Genre: fluff, make out session at some point, hint of angst A/N: I hope you’re enjoying it so far :)

You. Moved. On.

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