Hi gorgeous friends! It's been sooo long ): Life is so crazy lately, but I miss being on here and writing for yall. π It helps me take my mind off the events the world is facing π I also feel like so many fandoms have died down...
I really want to get back into writing and have so many ideas that I never finish, so what would you guys like to see most??
content: fluff, attempts at humour, miya atsumu is a little shit, first loves, mutual pining
synopsis. miya osamu takes pride in the fact that heβs the smarter of the twins. he, in fact, is not (especially when it comes to you).
wc. 3.1k
a/n: om nom nom nom nom brother's best friend trope nom nom nom... ok i have to come clean about this fic i literally wrote the first draft for this in 2021 on WATTPAD and it's been sitting dormant forever up until recently. enjoy π«Ά
βoh my god, how did i end up here?
itβs the only thought repeating over and over again in osamuβs head as he sits there staring at you. youβre too preoccupied with the menu in your hands to notice his unwavering gaze, scanning through it and muttering to yourself indecisively about what to order.
of course, the question of how he ended up here on a date with you could be summarized in one simple sentence:
miya atsumu is the worldβs biggest idiot.
if kita or aran were here they would surely be poking fun at him right now, lecturing him about how his dna is a perfect carbon copy of atsumuβs. and while they would be right, osamu is convinced his brother has at least 70% less brain cell capacity.
the thought makes him feel a little smug. (heβs in the class under atsumu.)
you were friends. at least as far as how often you saw each other, he considered you good friends. maybe. not that he knew all that much about you other than the fact that you were constantly... around. if he didnβt know that atsumu was the biggest knucklehead on planet earth, he would have assumed you were dating. but he knew his brother was too invested in volleyball to be seeing anyone seriously, and you didnβt didnβt seem like the type to mess around with guys like him anyways.
you were way too level-headed for that despite the raunchy, head-turning jokes you liked to tell, which honestly might be the reason why atsumu keeps you around.
whenever you came to their house, you would stick to lounging in atsumuβs room or the living room. you typically avoided disturbing osamu and the rest of their family β not like they minded having you around. no, in fact, their mother had a strange soft spot for you. you were quiet and well mannered, until it was just the three of you and suddenly an onslaught of fierce attacks on poor atsumu would commence.
for the majority of your friendship, you have stayed out of his way and he stays out of yours. you only talk to each other when deemed necessary, like when walking home from school or when you shyly greet him at the door because atsumu is on the toilet. he does, however, rejoice in the fact that there is another person on the atsumu hate train, and appreciates that youβre at least colourful with your insults. itβs impressive, really.
(he would never admit it. never. never ever. but it warms his heart a little that thereβs someone out there just like him, expressing their love for miya atsumu in less conventional ways.)
you were quick witted and funny. a free source of entertainment when he would grow bored of his brotherβs shenanigans. and it was a two way street, because when you needed a break from atsumu, osamu was always right there.Β
you were noticeably gentler with the younger of the miya twins: asking him how school was, and if he needed help with his chemistry homework, and what he had for lunch. menial little things, but sometimes he found himself thinking that it was the highlight of his day.
otherwise, your presence in his life is, as osamu considers it, indifferent.
sure, he likes to look at you. and sometimes, maybe, he wishes you and atsumu would invite him around more often. it also doesnβt help his heart when youβre so nice to him, like when youβre all having dinner together and you pretend you donβt want the last dumpling on your plate and shovel it onto his. he likes that. or when you invite yourself into their freezer for ice cream, you always make sure to grab an extra one for him. there have been multiple occasions in which youβve wordlessly slid him your notes to copy, too.
you were good at that; knowing what others wanted and being more selfless than the average person. youβre a people pleaser, and though he and atsumu used to make fun of your type when they were kids, your charm is undeniable.
unfortunately, actually making any sort of move on you is out of the question. not only would it potentially complicate things between you and him, it would also risk putting a strain on your friendship with atsumu. making his brotherβs life a living hell is what miya osamu was born into this world to do, but for some reason his stomach turns at the thought of ruining your friendship.
you were just atsumuβs cute best friend. nothing less, nothing more. and he would very much like to beat the βi fell in love with my brotherβs best friendβ allegations, thank you.
he realizes heβs still looking at you intently with his arms crossed over his chest. he watches as your nose scrunches a little in thought, trying to decide between their two best sellers. he sighs in relief when you get up to order for yourself, tucking a stray hair under his cap before going back to sulking with his thoughts.
atsumu had a lot of bad ideas. so many that if they sat down and listed them all out they might be there for a couple days. but this? this is his worst one yet. and how osamu managed to get roped (bribed) into this, he will never know. but here he is, and here you are, and here atsumu is not.
he really should get better at saying no to atsumu.
(βcβmon, βsamu! please? for me?!β
βwhat the hell? no. thatβs a shitty thing to do. just tell them ya canβt go.β
βbut itβs their birthday! they were lookinβ forward to this. theyβll hate me forever if i bailed!β
βand? why would i help you? βspecially with somethinβ so stupid. itβs your fault you didnβt plan better.β
βdonβt be like that, yβknow it was a last minute thing!β
a beat of silence.
βpretty please? itβs their birthdayβ¦ you guys are friends too, right?β
osamu canβt believe heβs entertaining this stupid idea for even a second. youβre not an idiot. youβd know itβs him with a single glance.
βthis is an all time low, even for you. theyβll notice itβs me right away. are ya crazy, βtsumu? hit your head or somethinβ?β
βitβs just this one time! iβll never ask ya for anythinβ ever again. never ever ever ever, i swear it.β
β...βtsumuβ¦β
βdonβt sound so tired with me! do this for your big brother. have i mentioned itβs their birthday?β
big brother? osamu scoffs loudly.
βyou actually mentioned it three times. and yer only a couple minutes older than me. but... fine.β
βdonβt be such a jacka- wait, what?β
βi said fine. but you owe me lunch for the next two weeks.β
βdeal!β
β... are ya sure they wonβt know itβs me? i mean, i really think you should reconsider-β
βoh shut up, βsamu, weβre identical!β
βjust know that i wonβt hesitate to throw ya under the bus if shit hits the fan.β)
what a terrible plan. pretending to be atsumu was proving to be harder than he initially anticipated. he would have thought that spending every agonizing, waking, living hour with his brother would have trained him well enough, but atsumu is so no-chill that itβs somehow making this already horrible idea even worse with every passing second.
surprisingly, you havenβt said anything. you havenβt acknowledged the massive elephant in the room. this could only mean one of three things:
1. youβve noticed, but youβre desperately trying to spare atsumuβs feelings and osamuβs embarrassment by not bringing it up.
2. youβre dumber than he thought. dumber than a rock, actually, if you didnβt take one look at osamu and know it was him.
3. you are a cruel, wicked, evil, deranged human being who finds osamuβs situation entirely hilarious and wants this to go on for as long as possible.
judging by your casual banter, heβs willing to bet itβs either option one or two. youβre twirling a lanyard around your finger when you finally return with your drink of choice in tow. next destination: the local aquarium. atsumu put a surprising amount of effort into planning the day.
itβs a shame he hadnβt accounted for planning himself into it.
βhe shouldnβt have agreed to come here.
spending time alone with you like this was bound to stir up feelings heβd long ago buried in the hollows of his heart. of the miya twins, osamu was always better at keeping his emotions under wraps. there were rare occasions in which he lost his cool, in which he was actually somehow worse than atsumu, but in general he was as level-headed as you were.
youβre ruining him and his plans to never acknowledge his feelings for you.
itβs unfair, really, how his heart seemingly gets lodged in his throat when you cling to his arm so tightly, laughing and pointing out all the funny-looking fish. and when you point at something called a vampire squid, raving about how long it took you to find one in animal crossing, he nearly crumbles to his knees and puts his head in his hands.
(in other words, heβs totally whipped. heβs not beating those allegations.)
osamu thought he could get used to looking at anyoneβs face. he always found people boring β he grew up being the other half of his brother, after all. the miya twins are many things, but boring is not one of them, and to entertain them you have to be someone with a special brand of humour.
but now, as he looks at you with the soft blue glow from the tank shining against your face, he canβt help the thought that crosses his mind:
i could never get tired of this.
β... hailing from the depths of tropical and subtropical waters, the vampire squid feeds on marine snow.β
he blinks back into reality, eyes drifting from you to the sea creature youβre admiring, then back to you. βmarine snow? sounds gross.β
βitβs the debris that falls to the lower levels of the ocean. lots of deep sea creatures feed that way since it saves them the energy of needing to go hunt.β
osamu seems skeptical. βthey really just eat anythinβ like that?β
your head turns to look at him. thereβs a little smile playing on your face, like you seem amused by what he just said. βsounds like someone i know.β
he makes a strange expression in response. were you talking about him? did you often bring him up when you were alone with atsumu? the soft and fond look in your eyes doesnβt help his racing heart. the idea that you and atsumu talk about him in private so sweetly makes his face burn slightly in embarrassment.
he shakes his head to get the thought out of his brain before stuffing his hands into his pockets.
your arm finds his again, locking together. itβs an oddly intimate action, even if you think he really is atsumu. he doesnβt know you to be the most touchy person on earth, though he supposes he canβt see what youβre like behind the closed doors of his brotherβs bedroom. his blood boils for some reason.
you stop at the next tank, the one situated in the centre of the room filled high with kelp and schools of tiny fish. youβre looking at them with wide eyes, light shimmering in them. he could cry right now. you look like an angel bathed in the shadows of dancing fish as your gaze carefully follows a school circling around the top of the aquarium.
thereβs a feeling swimming inside of him, unfamiliar and oh so dreadful. he can feel it in raging in every part of him β in his heart, in the fiery pits of his stomach, in his throat β and he knows exactly which word comes to mind.
miya osamu may be in the lowest class in his year, and he might share a single brain cell with his brother, but heβs read enough books to describe this feeling. heβs listened to enough love songs to know this ache in him.
if you asked him ten years from now, heβd tell you exactly the same thing as he would right now; that your first love is always petrifying.
βpretty, arenβt they?β
βyeah. real pretty.β
but he hasnβt looked at them even once. how could he when thereβs a living, breathing angel standing next to him?
βosamu delivers you to your doorstep that night.
it feels like a dream, the whole day and having the privilege of holding your hand and feeling your body against his.
maybe it was just the greedy monster in him speaking. the laws of the universe dictate that if itβs you and osamu, atsumu needs to be there, too. the miya twins have always come in a package. a duo. there is no just atsumu or just osamu, at least there wasnβt until you came along.
suddenly it was you and atsumu. it was atsumu and osamu, and you. but there was never just you and osamu. it didnβt work that way.
well, screw the universe and its laws. osamu never believed in that astrology shit anyways.
heβs fully prepared to keep this day an untarnished memory β something to cherish when life goes back to normal and heβs unable to stand shoulder to shoulder like this with you again.
when you lean in to kiss him, there is only one thought repeating in his mind like a mantra:
itβs just once. just one day. one last perfect memory.
youβre so close that he can feel your breath filling his lungs. his heart hammers where it rests in his chest, so loud that he can hear it thundering in his ears. itβs then that he realizes this is wrong. all of it is wrong.
he recoils back with lightning speed, and his heart aches at the sight of your disappointed and puzzled expression. but itβs not fair to you, and itβs not fair to atsumu either.
he cares about both of you too much to be selfish right now.
how could he possibly risk hurting two of the people he cared most about in the world? he couldnβt be that self-centred, to be able to steal a kiss from you just to keep his memories of this day perfect.
perfect doesnβt exist if none of it is real.
βiβm notβ¦ iβm not who you think i am.β
he slides the hat off his head with shame burning in his cheeks, avoiding your eyes like a child who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. it was time for him to be honest, both with you and himself.
βlook, yer really cool. and iβ crap, itβs complicated, βkay? i might like you. likeβ like you, like you. i wasnβt thinkinβ straight. 'm really sorry, i know it was wrong to string you along, i was just havinβ so much fun today thatββ
his mouth suddenly comes to a halt as you reach forward and capture his cheeks between your fingers, squishing them together so heβll stop rambling.
you look at him with a confused but amused smile. βum, βsamu? i like you, too.β
βwhat?β he sputters out as much as he can with his face still held in place. his brows furrow, but all rational thoughts have stopped flowing in his mind. heβs staring at you like a flabbergasted idiot, so you continue.
βwhy else would i agree to go on a date with you on my birthday?β
βbutβ iβ huh?β
your head tilts. βthis was a date, wasnβt it?β
it dawns on him then. it had never occurred to osamu that there was another explanation for your strange lack of acknowledgment that he is painfully easy to see through:
4. you like him and simply thought this was a date. you like him as much as he likes you, which is a stupid amount. after all, he likes you enough to go through with an infinite number of atsumuβs terrible ideas just to make you happy.
of course you werenβt that dense. of course he was found out the second you laid eyes on him. of course he had misread the entire situation because he was blinded by his brotherβs boisterous claims that they were indistinguishable.
βthis is ridiculous. i canβt believe youββ¦ atsumu somehow always pulls through even when he doesnβt mean to.β
βwhat do you mean?β
βwhaddβya mean, what do i mean?β
βabout atsumu?β
βoh, he was freakinβ out about missinβ today and wanted me to go through this whole thing pretendin' iβm him so ya wouldnβt be mad at him.β
βbut he already told me he couldnβt make it today? you really didnβt have to doβ¦ all this,β you gesture to his whole body with a flick of your wrist.
at your words osamu finally crumbles to his knees in pure agony. he looks up to the sky, to whatever god has forsaken him by making atsumu his other half, and sighs with the weight of the world on his shoulders. he can just imagine the shit-eating grin his brother has right now.
βiβmβ¦β he pauses, carefully selecting his next words, βgoing to smother him with a pillow.β
you blink at him for a moment before all the pieces fall into place.
all the times youβd gushed to atsumu about your massive crush on his twin and the way heβd complain to no end about neither of you making a move, forcing him to watch on with mild disgust as his best friend and brother made goo goo eyes at each other. all the times he would βforgetβ his shoes at the gym and need to run back to grab them, pushing you into small talk with osamu. all the times he would suffer through your teasing just to see the two of you walking side-by-side sharing proud little smiles.
atsumuβs resume looks something like this: worldβs biggest idiot, volleyball player, third-wheel, and tired wingman.
youβll have to thank him later.
βno wonder youβve been acting so weird all day! i thought you were just one of those guys who gets nervous on first dates!β accompanied by this statement is a laugh that makes osamu weak.
he grumbles. βwhatβs so funny?β
βsay what you want, but youβre as dumb as βtsumu.β
βnoβ¦ pleaseβ¦ donβt compare me to that nitwitβ¦ i might have a heart attack at this rate.β
you snicker quietly as you help osamu back onto his feet, eyes shimmering with joy as you let his confession sink in.
βyouβre right, he is an idiot.β
βdumbass.β
βmoron.β
βheβs gonna hate us even more from now on,β osamu smiles uncontrollably, inching closer to you again.
βyeah?β your lips brush against his daringly, βi can live with that.β
A/N: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and a special Merry Christmas to my boo @gyuminusone. This is my Christmas gift to you!! I hope you have the best holiday, M! Sending love across the country!!!
Parties and Pickup Lines
Pairing: Mingyu x Reader
Genre: friends to lovers
Rating:Β PG (because of the swearing.. i think that's the only reason? also alcohol consumption)
Word Count:Β 4.3k
Warnings:Β kissing, alcohol consumption, reader & squad celebrate Christmas somewhat traditionally (Westernized)? Um... there's a kiss and some swearing also
βMingyu.β You drag out the last syllable of his name, aggressively dropping your head against his arm as he continues to carry on conversation with Joshua, your host for the evening. He had hosted a dinner party that, in true Joshua Hong fashion, was full of expensive and foreign wines. It was great, but now youβre sufficiently tipsy, tired, and ready to go home, and Mingyu and Joshua just wonβt shut up.Β
βAre you giving her a ride?β Joshua nods in your direction and you narrow your eyes at him from your place against Mingyuβs side. All he does is smile back.
βYeah,β Mingyu responds with a dramatic sigh, and you can feel him shift as he turns to look down at you. You want to lift your head to glare up at him, but youβre tired.Β
βOf course you are,β Joshua quips. βDonβt know why I even asked.β Heβs teasing, and you canβt see Mingyuβs reaction, but you imagine he uses his free hand to flip the other man off.Β
Youβre used to it β the way everyone teases you and Mingyu. Sure, youβre a little bit in love with him, but isnβt everyone? Sure, youβre always together, and you take care of each other, and sure, every time he looks at you, or smiles at you, or laughs because of you, you feel yourself falling just that little bit more. Sure, the two of you might be on the edge of something more than friends, but you donβt know what, and you donβt know how to get there.Β
All you know is that right now, you want to go home.
Mingyu finally stands up from the couch, pulling you with him while bidding farewell to an amused Joshua. As he tugs you by the hand through the apartment towards the door, he calls out goodbyes to everyone you pass. You somehow manage a few hugs and waves yourself before you reach the exit, where Mingyu hands you your coat, and then youβre finally out in the fresh air.
βOur Uber is two minutes away,β he informs you.Β
You nod and regretfully let go of his hand, pulling your gloves from your coat pocket and squinting down at your fingers as you clumsily put them on. You can feel him watching you as you wait, and you meet his eyes. The corner of his mouth turns up when you catch him looking, and you canβt help but stick your tongue out at him.
βTake a picture, itβll last longer,β you manage β quite smoothly if you do say so yourself β but all he does is smile bigger.
βI have lots of those.β
You gasp. βBlackmail is a crime.β
He ignores you and looks away, eyes scanning the road for your ride as he says, βItβs not my fault that youβre so nice to take pictures of.β
You stare at him, and even in your tipsy state, you feel it again β the overwhelming affection that blooms in your chest. You want to push him on it, you want to know, but for the millionth time, you canβt seem to get the words out. So you say nothing as your Uber arrives and drives the two of you back to your place.
Your apartment is basically Mingyuβs second home, and the same goes for you with his. βItβs just easier, convenient to know someone on the other side of town when you need to crash,β is the excuse you tend to use the most. You never say that it has a lot more to do with the way he looks in your kitchen in the morning as he makes your coffee, or the way he always makes you take his bed while he sleeps on the couch, or the way he knows exactly where you keep the popcorn for movie nights.
He knows where you keep everything else, too β makeup remover included.
βI personally donβt care if you take your makeup off or not,β Mingyu points out from his spot by your bathroom door, βbut you are going to care in the morning, and I am going to be on the receiving end of your wrath if I donβt make you do it now.β
βWell then, help me,β you say, and it comes out as a whine. Youβre too tired to care, and you say as much. You miss the way Mingyuβs entire being softens when you pout dejectedly, exhausted, and lean back against the mirror from where you sit on the counter. He lets out a dramatic sigh, but you know youβve won when he moves to stand in front of you.
βSit up,β he instructs, reaching over your shoulder to open the cupboard above the mirror as you do what he says. Heβs careful not to hit your head with the door as he takes out your makeup wipes, doting as always. You watch as he opens the package while you sit there waiting, eyes intent on him and his movements. You try to stay still as he lifts a hand to your face, holding your breath as he gently begins to clean your makeup off. His free hand lifts to your chin to steady you after a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You wish you could blame the alcohol for the intense desire you feel to justβ¦ kiss him, but itβs not the first time, and youβre sure it wonβt be the last.Β
You realize it again, then, as you watch him β that your feelings for him run so irrevocably deep.Β
You donβt know how long it takes as he stands between your legs, thoroughly cleansing your face with gentle motions. Once or twice, he catches you staring; the first time, he teases you, and the second, he pulls a face thatβs meant to make you laugh (it works). When he announces that heβs done, adding on something about how grateful you should be for his hard work as he leans down to find your trash can, you canβt help it.
Your hands have a mind of their own. As soon as he straightens from throwing the cloth into the trash, they gently find his face, and he stills. He doesnβt pull away. He just waits, eyes wide and imploring, and you let his silence spur you on. You donβt say anything as you begin to map his features out with your fingertips, and you can feel his eyes on you the entire time. The high of his cheekbones, the beauty mark on the very edge of his nose; his mouth, lips softly parting as you brush over them, barely noticing the breath heβs holding as you do.
βYou are so beautiful,β is what finally breaks the silence. βI think about you and how beautiful you are all the time.β Itβs you that says it, and it takes you a second to register that you said it out loud. You vaguely register an alarm going off in your brain, a loud fuck! Fuck! Fuck! in quick succession, but you donβt take it back, because itβs true.
Mingyu blinks, staring back at you for a few moments before he finally looks away.Β
βThank you,β he says as he grasps onto your wrists to pull your hands away from his face. βAnd youβre drunk.β
βBoth of these things can be true,β you quip, and he lets out a laugh at that.Β
βCome on, brush your teeth. Iβm not doing that part for you.β
A week passes, and youβre not avoiding Mingyu, per se, but youβre not not avoiding him, either.Β
The morning after your slip-up, when you wake up sober and embarrassed, you think maybe youβve fucked up your friendship for good. You get a text from him, explaining that heβd gone to the gym and that heβd text you later, and all seems relatively normal β everything except for the fact that youβd blatantly ogled him and called him beautiful to his face the night before. He doesnβt say anything else about it.Β
Throughout the week, his texts seem to be coming in slower and fewer, though you imagine that might have something to do with the short and accidentally-on-purpose delayed responses from you. He hasnβt asked, and youβre grateful. Thankfully, your work had actually been a welcome distraction in the daytime since you were rapidly approaching a deadline. You had only needed to fill your evenings so that you werenβt thinking about him. Today is Friday though, and that means another work week is over β and another holiday festivity is waiting for you at Seokminβs.Β
Unfortunately, your feelings for one of your closest friends are waiting for you there, too.Β
You donβt know if itβs better or worse that Mingyu is already a few drinks deep when you arrive.
He greets you at the door as if the place is his own, ushering you in before pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug. You sink into him, eyes squeezing shut briefly before he pulls away, eyes bright as he holds you by the biceps.
βHi!β He beams. βI missed you.β
That thing in your chest shifts and jumps around as he smiles at you. You are my favourite person in the entire world, you think. And I have no idea what to do about it.Β
βI missed you, too.β
You had wondered if Mingyu would notice the space youβd taken from him over the week, the space youβd needed to try and gather your feelings, but if he had, he doesnβt show it. Heβs just Mingyu, who stays close to you the whole night while remaining the life of the party. Tonight, he doesnβt comment when you donβt return his physical touches or flirtations. You wonder if itβs because of the alcohol or just how excited he is at the idea of Christmas being so close β because Mingyu usually notices everything, especially when it comes to you.
You finally get a reprieve when heβs called into the kitchen to help clean up a spill, and you let out a sigh as you sink further into the couch cushions. You would never have the heart to ask him for the space you need, not when you know how affectionate he always is, but at least you can breathe a little right now. He hasnβt said a word all night about last weekend, and youβre not sure if thatβs a good or bad thing.Β
βGyu said you had a busy week. You okay?β
Youβre startled when Seokmin plops down next to you.Β
βYeah,β you affirm, smiling tiredly over at your friend. βBut the project is finally over now.β
βCongrats!β Seokmin lifts his glass in a toast, and you lift your wine glass to clink it with his. His eyebrows furrow as he eyes your drink. βIsnβt that the exact same amount of wine you had an hour ago?β
βNo.β
Youβve never been a good liar.Β
βWhatβs up? You donβt have to drink it if you donβt want it, obviously. No sober shame here.β
You laugh at that. βYeah, thanks, Seok. I know.β
He continues to look at you, and you wish this was one of those times that Seokmin decided to let something go, but youβre not so lucky. Curse him for loving his people so much.Β
βYou sure everythingβs okay?β
You get distracted when your eyes catch a glimpse of Mingyu as he pops his head out of the kitchen to call for Seungcheol, and they linger on the doorframe long after heβs gone.Β
βAh.β
βHm?β You turn back to Seokmin, cheeks flushing at being caught.
Instead of teasing like youβd expected, Seokminβs smile is gentle. βYou should tell him.β
You almost drop your wine. βSeokminββ
You donβt get a chance to say anything else because Mingyu reappears over the back of the couch, his arms lazily hanging around Seokminβs shoulders as he rests his cheek on the other boyβs head.Β
βCan we go home? Iβm tired,β he pouts.
You donβt hesitate for a second.
You stand up with a nod, all wariness from the moment in your bathroom last weekend flying out the window as you take his hand. Because this is what the two of you do. He takes care of you, and you take care of him. No questions asked.
βBye, Seok,β you offer, and he sends you another smile as he lifts his glass. βThanks for hosting.β He glances between the two of you, at your joined hands, and you shrug with a sad smile before turning to leave.
The walk to Mingyuβs from Seokminβs isnβt very long. Itβs cold, but youβll manage. You feel warm all over from the way he refuses to let go of your hand, anyway.
βI love Christmas.β
You smile over at Mingyu, whoβs been fairly quiet since you left Seokminβs apartment.Β
βI know.β You squeeze the hand he has attached to yours, and he smiles back. You ignore the ache in your chest at the sight of it.
Itβs quiet for another few minutes as you walk slowly down the sidewalk before he speaks again, pulling you to a stop and catching you entirely off guard with his words.
βWhat does Santa say to Mrs. Claus when she dresses up nice?β
You hold back a laugh. βWhat does he say, Gyu? Tell me.β
He giggles, and then with a wiggle of his eyebrows, he leans in close and he says, ββHo ho ho-ly shit, you look goodβ.β
βIncredible. Great joke.β You tug on his hand, hoping heβll decide to keep following you β because youβre not getting his ass anywhere without him wanting to go β but he plants his feet even more and shakes his head.
βWait,β he whines, βhang on. Iβm Santa!β
You snort. βOf course you are,β you try to appease, gesturing for him to start walking. To your relief, he finally takes a few steps, but his hold on your hand only gets tighter.Β
βNo,β he pouts, and you almost groan as he pulls you to a stop again. βI mean, Iβm Santa in this story! And youβre Mrs. Claus!β
βGyu, Iβm not following. And itβs coldββ
ββHo ho ho-ly shit, you look goodβ,β he repeats the punchline, but this time, he uses his free hand to emphasize your outfit. βDo you get it now? Iβm Santa and Iβm saying that to you!β
You blink as you process. A pickup line?
All night, youβd managed to avoidβ¦ this, for the most part, because people were around and he was busy. Now, itβs just the two of you. Your body feels warm all over at the silly flirtation, at the insinuation, and youβre not sure how to respond. You donβt even get a chance to open your mouth, though, before heβs speaking again.Β
βI donβt care what Santa saysβ¦ youβre at the top of my nice list.β He winks, pulling you in closer to him so quickly that you stumble a little. Itβs freezing outside, but you suddenly feel far too warm.Β
βCan we please go home?β
Mingyu begins to giggle, and you half think heβs going to kiss you as he leans in. Then his forehead is falling into the crook of your shoulder, laughing into your scarf, arms sliding around your middle. You canβt do anything but hug him back while he calms down, your cheeks burning, until he stands up straight again and nods, smile still on his lips.
βIβm sleepy.β
You donβt know how you make it the rest of the way, but you do. When you arrive, you head into the bathroom to try and compose yourself.
βHey!β Mingyu says abruptly, startling you when you exit his bathroom. Heβs got his phone in his hands and he squints down at it, giggling to himself before meeting your expectant gaze. βAre you the Grinch?β
You blink. βPardon?βΒ
βBecause youβve stolen my heart.β
You groan, ignoring the tingling feeling that shoots through your entire body at the stupid line. βGet changed,β you order, turning around to give him β and yourself β some space. βWhere the hell are you getting these from?β
βFrom my brain,β he attempts. When you donβt say anything, he admits, βfrom Soonyoung.β
βCan you tell Soonyoung to shut up so we can go to sleep?β
βWe?βΒ
You turn back in surprise to find him already in his bed, sheets pulled up around his waist. Heβs beaming.
βYeah,β you stammer, βyou in here and me out there.β You jut your thumb in the direction of the living room, and Mingyu pouts again.Β
βOh. Well, hang out with me in here for a bit longer, then.β
βFine. Fifteen minutes.β You cave, moving to sit next to him on the bed, leaving as much space between you as you can.Β
Mingyu isnβt having any of it, though, as he rolls over and snuggles into your side. He holds up his phone, giggling, canines on full display as he wiggles his brows, before he says, βMind if we take a picture? I need to show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas.β
βRemind me to kill Soonyoung for this.β
βRude.β Mingyu is suddenly pouting, the change so quick that it takes you a second to process. βI asked him to send them. I wanted to tell them to you.β
Oh.
βIβm going to go to sleep,β is what you respond with, praying that he doesnβt notice how flushed your cheeks are as you stand up.
He catches you by surprise though, his fingers reaching for yours as he speaks, gently closing around them in an attempt to keep you close. βHow come you wonβt talk to me about it?β
You tilt your head in question. βHm? Talk to you about what, Gyu?βΒ
His eyebrows furrow, and his frown deepens. With a tug, heβs pulled you back onto the bed next to him, his arm thrown over your legs as he presses his face into your side. You let yourself tangle your fingers in his hair, just one more time.
βThis,β he murmurs, squeezing you gently on your thigh.
βHuh?β
You can feel it when he hums against you. βUs.β
Your hand stills its motions against his scalp, and the blood rushes to your ears.
βIβve given you so much space,β he continues, his voice so sad that your heart sinks even lower. βAnd I donβt know what else to do.βΒ
βMingyuββ
βDo you like me?β He interrupts, sitting up abruptly. His honey eyes are piercing as he asks it, as he delves as deep into your soul as he can go. You can tell heβs sobered up quite a bit as he looks at you, as he waits for your answer.Β
βYeah, I do,β you finally say. Itβs quiet, soft, but he hears you.
Mingyu tilts his head, voice low as he presses on. βAnd do you really think Iβm beautiful?β
You feel your cheeks flush even deeper. βYou are.βΒ
Mingyu sits back, shoulders suddenly deflating. βThen why wonβt you talk to me about it? Why do you keep it to yourself?β He looks away before he adds, quietly, βI donβt want to keep it to myself anymore.βΒ
His name comes out in a whisper. βMingyuβ¦β
He sighs, falling back down onto his bed and throwing an arm over his eyes. βY/N,β he mumbles back.
Youβre frozen. Your mind is racing, heart stumbling over itself as you search for the right words. You canβt find them. βGoodnight,β you say softly.
Mingyu nods, but he doesnβt look at you again as he responds, rolling over and away from you. βGoodnight.β
Needless to say, you donβt sleep very well.
Y/N [9:13am]: morning
Y/N [9:13am]: I had to go home to prepare for Jeonghanβs party. I didnβt want to wake you upΒ
Gyu [9:47am]: you should have woken me up.
Gyu [9:52am]: Iβll see you thereΒ
Youβre a bundle of nerves when you reach Jeonghanβs, every nerve standing on edge as you try and prepare yourself to see Mingyu. You know that tonight is the night β you canβt ignore whatβs happening, not when he means so much.Β
You greet the rest of your friends, trying to play it cool. You follow Chan into the apartment and to the table, freezing when you catch sight of Mingyu. Heβs got on an ugly, green Christmas sweater with bells attached, and his hair is gently falling across his forehead as he chats to Jeonghan. Everyone turns as you walk in, but your eyes can do nothing but find him first. All he does when he sees you is raise his glass in your direction in acknowledgement, before heβs turning back to his conversation. It hurts, but you canβt say you donβt deserve it.Β
I donβt want to keep it to myself anymore.Β
His words replay in your mind over dinner and during the entire movie afterwards, where you happen to somehow be sat across from and beside anyone but Mingyu. Itβs funny, you think, how youβre finally ready to face this, and you canβt even get close to him tonight.Β
The entire night, you can feel him watching you from across the room. Every time you look back, he just smiles a bit and looks away. He doesnβt go out of his way to try to come find you, and you canβt say that doesnβt hurt. Should you have stayed this morning? Should you have talked about it? Probably.
You miss him, but heβs in the same room.Β
I donβt want to keep it to myself anymore.Β
You know you have to be the one to initiate this time β you know that he was vulnerable with you yesterday. Itβs your turn now.
When the movie ends, Mingyu is the first to start cleaning up. You follow him into the kitchen, ignoring the stares from your friends as you practically trip over yourself to get to him.Β
βMingyu.β
He turns around from where heβs placing dishes in the sink in surprise. βHey.β
You take a deep breath, debating starting with small talk β but you canβt do it. βWill you come outside with me?β
His hands stop halfway to the sink when you blurt the words out, abrupt, and you hold your breath. You donβt know if youβre imagining how tense he is. You hate this. Youβre sure youβre about to be sick when he doesnβt respond for a moment, before he nods and dries his hands off on a towel.Β
βYeah. Letβs go.β
When you step outside, the awkward silence continues. Then the two of you are speaking at once.
βMingyu, I need toββ
βWe shouldββ
You let out a nervous laugh, biting down on your lip, and gesture for him to go first. He looks down, kicking at the ground with his boot, but your eyes are rooted to his face. Snowflakes are getting stuck in his hair as they fall, his lip drawn between his teeth, and you canβt look away.Β
βDid you mean what you said last night?β
Your heart leaps into your throat. βI was the sober one, Gyu. Of course I do.β you try to joke to lighten the mood, but he doesnβt take the bait.Β
βDid you say it just to shut me up, then?β His eyes fly to yours again, piercing. Heβs tense, jaw clenched as he waits, and your stomach flips.
βWhy would I do that, Mingyu?βΒ
He shrugs. Then he shoves his hands into his pockets, the bells on his ugly Christmas sweater chiming as he does, and youβd laugh if you didnβt instantly recognize his reaction for what it is: a defence mechanism. A defence mechanism to protect him from you. You can practically feel your heart begin to shatter.
βIf you meant it,β he says, voice soft and low, βthen say it again.βΒ
βMingyuββ
Youβre caught by surprise when he takes a step forward, cutting you off as he says, βI like you, and I need you to say it back right now if you meant what you said. If you donβt, Iβll never bring it up again, but Iβm not going to keep guessing how you feel about me.β
βOf course I meant it.β The words come out so quickly, so desperately that you stumble over them a little. βI really, really like you, Mingyu. So much that I feel sick to my stomach about it sometimes.β
Another step closer. βSo why did you leave this morning?β He doesnβt sound angry anymore. His voice is soft, almost uncertain. Itβs you that closes the final step.
Your arms wrap around his waist and you pull him in tight, face muffled against his coat as you murmur, βIβm terrified about what this means for us.β
He moves back just enough to see you, hands finding your face. βWhat are you so scared of?βΒ
βI donβt know.β
βI like you,β he says again, eyes intent on yours. Your eyes flutter shut as he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. βAnd you like me.βΒ
You nod, your hands lifting to rest on his chest. βYeah,β you whisper.
βI know you better than anyone else.β
You open your eyes, leaning back so that you can look at him this time. βYouβre my favourite person in the world,β you say, and you watch as his smile begins to grow. You feel all sorts of giddy, fingers grasping the material of his coat tighter as he beams down at you.
βYeah?β He teases, and your eyes fly to his mouth.
βMhm.β
His expression grows serious again, eyes flickering across your face as he asks, βDo you want to give this a shot, then?β
You hope the kiss you press to his lips answers his question well enough.Β
A/N: please please please reblog if you liked! it's what us writers rely on :)
i carry no hatred in my heart towards anyone except the internet trolls who bullied my favorite fanfic author so terribly she had to deactivate. i will never forgive them for what they did to her πππ
I donβt know about everyone else but I personally love the ending of French Wine itβs bittersweet and I love how realistic it is and how everything isnβt a happy ending. I understand everyone wanting a happy ending tho but I just loved how u left it.
work in question: French Wine - Jean Kirschtein
awe thank u sm! tbh, I made it thinking I would always make a follow up, but a lot of things got in the way and then it did really well so i was okay w leaving it as it is, but people have said they would like a part 2 or something and it was what I had in mind originally so i will most likely make a part 2 haha but thank u sm π
does anyone know that one fic where atsumu and reader break up after being together for a few years bc his mom kept pressuring him to get married (bc osamu just had a baby or smth like that) and atsumu ends up going to their old shared apartment and reader is there and reader like runs away but he ends up catching them in the doorway of their old bedroom and he apologizes and then they fuck π
does anyone know that one fic where atsumu and reader break up after being together for a few years bc his mom kept pressuring him to get married (bc osamu just had a baby or smth like that) and atsumu ends up going to their old shared apartment and reader is there and reader like runs away but he ends up catching them in the doorway of their old bedroom and he apologizes and then they fuck π
Istg all ur jean one shots are so good!! They are written so well BUT EVERY-TIME I RE READ FRENCH WINE IT LITERALLY KILLS ME THE FACT THEY DONT END UP TOGETHER π₯²π₯². I need to see an alternative future for them perhaps them meeting in future when they are older!!
work in question: French Wine - Jean Kirschtein
ahhh thank u for your kind words and for rereading!!! u guys make me so sad when yall say how u feel about the ending haha π i feel bad bc i do have ideas for the french wine universe and i dont share them lol but donβt worry, im working on a follow up for french wine and i think its a very nice ending ;) but i also want to add more snippets of the friendship/situationship jean and reader find themselves in hahaha anyways check out the prequel cake day!!
