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Mingyu Rec List

ik this isn’t jk related but i js recently got into seventeen n couldn’t help but spend my time reading these 🙂. these are some ffs i’ve read recently 🫶🏼

fluff= f

angst= a

smut= s

oneshots

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honey boy- f,a,s

wc:54k

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hits different- a,f,s

wc:20.2k

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hits different 2- a,f,s

wc:20k

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his smile- s,f,a

wc:20.5k

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the very first night- a,s,f

wc:19.7k

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the only exception- f,s

wc:6.4k

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i can’t run away- a,f,s

wc: 15.7k

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we don’t usually hold hands- f,a,s

wc:16.8k

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in soft hands-f,a

wc:16.5k

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in soft hands 2- f,a,s

wc:17.5k

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is this everything you dreamed of- s

wc:4.7k

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evening glow- a,s

wc:4.5k

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good dad, better daddy- s

wc:8.4k

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oh no, he’s hot- s

wc:8.9k

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this is how we fall- a,f,s

wc:18.5k

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again and again- f,s

wc:15.7k

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repetition/rare love- f,s,a

wc:11k

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love me out loud-a,f,s

wc:14.5k

series/drabble

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make yourself at home-a,f

wc:2.4k (drabble)

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spoiled- s

(series)

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an ode to m(ingyu) abs- s

wc:1.1k(drabble)

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deserve you- s

(drabble)

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mingyu as a first time dad- f

(drabble)

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mingyu as a stay at home househusband- f

(drabble)

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shave- f

(drabble)

Mingyu Rec List

ik this isn’t jk related but i js recently got into seventeen n couldn’t help but spend my time reading these 🙂. these are some ffs i’ve read recently 🫶🏼

fluff= f

angst= a

smut= s

oneshots

⭒°. ݁✮

honey boy- f,a,s

wc:54k

✮

hits different- a,f,s

wc:20.2k

✮

hits different 2- a,f,s

wc:20k

✮

his smile- s,f,a

wc:20.5k

✮

the very first night- a,s,f

wc:19.7k

✮

the only exception- f,s

wc:6.4k

✮

i can’t run away- a,f,s

wc: 15.7k

✮

we don’t usually hold hands- f,a,s

wc:16.8k

✮

in soft hands-f,a

wc:16.5k

✮

in soft hands 2- f,a,s

wc:17.5k

✮

is this everything you dreamed of- s

wc:4.7k

✮

evening glow- a,s

wc:4.5k

✮

good dad, better daddy- s

wc:8.4k

✮

oh no, he’s hot- s

wc:8.9k

✮

this is how we fall- a,f,s

wc:18.5k

✮

again and again- f,s

wc:15.7k

✮

repetition/rare love- f,s,a

wc:11k

✮

love me out loud-a,f,s

wc:14.5k

series/drabble

⭒°. ݁✮

make yourself at home-a,f

wc:2.4k (drabble)

✮

spoiled- s

(series)

✮

an ode to m(ingyu) abs- s

wc:1.1k(drabble)

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deserve you- s

(drabble)

✮

mingyu as a first time dad- f

(drabble)

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mingyu as a stay at home househusband- f

(drabble)

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shave- f

(drabble)

mingyu would pick up immediately if you weren’t eating properly. he wouldn’t flat out ask you in fear he’d push you further away from the idea. but he would cook up some of your favorite things, some dishes he knew you always got excited for, in hopes it would inspire your appetite.

and if that didn’t work because the weight of your day had just been too much, he’d nuzzle his face into your neck to place soft kisses there as his arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“will you eat with me, baby? i made too much to finish myself.” it was a white lie, you both knew it. but sharing time with him was something you could never turn down.

so you sat in his lap at the table as he ate, taking small bites as he offered before you grabbed a spoon to dip in as you wish. all the while, mingyu was rubbing soothing circles against your hip and pressing affirming kisses to your temple at every bite.

okayy now imagine going to party (looking hot is a must) and ordering your favorite drink,, your friend nudges you to look at the side to where mingyu leans against the wall. his intense gaze on your body, his strong arms gripping the beer in his hands and a sinister inviting smirk towards your direction.

hhsbskahsksbk can you tell im going feral?!?!? 😭😭😭

AHHHHH YES A MINGYU ASK, WE DID IT JOE! 😆 i feel like in order to make it in the svt smut world, you at least gotta have one mingyu ask or fic written - so, momma i made it LOL💀💀 thanks for the lovely ask! 😘

a/n: i feel like i make my casual asks into whole drabbles that require a word count and tags lol, but i wanna give y’all as much detail as possible so you can feel things 😭😭 if they are a bit long, do let me know and that’ll be something i work on for the future! but for now, it’s time for mingyu horknee hours 😈😈😈

i’m pretty sure we’ve all seen those photos of gyuhao in busan (i’ll drop them for reference), and whew chileeeee- both of them looked so hot, so this ask is gonna be based off that!

imagine going to busan with friends for a few days, and during the weekend, you guys decide to hit up a popular club in the city. every single one of you saved your hottest outfit just for this night, and the moment you guys step through the doors, everyone has their eyes on you. you know you look good as your dress is hugging your body in all the right places.

as you guys order rounds of drinks at the bar, laughing and enjoying each other’s company, one of your friends gently nudges you and points in the direction of the nearest wall to you guys. your eyes widen as you take in the sight standing in front you: the most attractive, beautiful man you’ve ever seen - his gorgeous tan skin, his height, his sculpted muscles peeking through his short sleeve shirt- he looks too good to be true, like a greek god.

he holds a lager in his hand, and is dressed head to toe in one of the finest luxury brands - was it burberry? prada? versace? you couldn’t tell from where you were sitting, but the thought of such an attractive and expensive person sharing eye contact with you is enough to get your legs crossing. tightly.

“he’s been eyeing you for a while now, y/n,” your friend giggles tipsily, as you silently wave at him. he smirks back at you and waves back, your face automatically flushing and turning away at his simple, yet insanely hot gesture. “i’m jealous, he’s probably the best looking man in this entire club.”

you get up from your seat at the bar, approaching this mystery man, refusing to break eye contact with him.

“y/n… where are you going?” your friend whines at missing your touch, nearly falling out of their seat as they reach for you. “you were my support..”

“i’ll be back in a minute, there’s - just something i wanna do first,” you say as you move away from the bar and finally approach the man. you cross your arms and smirk at him, trying to look unbothered when you were already turned on.

“you finally came,” he takes a sip of his lager and puts it back down on the table next to him. “i’ve been craving you next to me since the minute i saw you,” he says as his eyes move down to you body, melting at the thought of how your breasts looked in your tight ass dress and getting hard at the thought of your boobs out of it.

his words go immediately to your core and it takes everything in you not to moan right then and there. “funny how you’ve been craving me - but yet, we don’t even know each other’s names,” you say as you boldly approach him closer, nearly chest to chest.

“mingyu,” he bends down and whispers into your ear. “think you can tell me yours if we move someplace a little less crowded? i rented a section in the corner.”

you take his arm and wrap it around your waist, smirking at him as he watches in arousal.

“lead the way.”

who in svt would give their gf the princess treatment?

i def feel like seungkwan and seokmin would be simps for their gf and vernon already has a thing for girls being mean to him so idk if that says something or no

i feel like seungcheol, joshua, mingyu, seokmin, seungkwan, and chan would be highkey princess treatment givers!

in a non-sexual type of way, they would literally not hesitate to give you whatever you needed in that moment, basically like anon said HIGHKEY simps, like your wish is his command. cuddle session after a bad day? you got it. feeling a bit stressed? would literally take on some extra tasks to lessen the load for you. you would honestly fall in love with him all over again - like he is so sweet!

now on the freaky-deaky side: in bed, these six are making it their life mission to make sure you are and feel pleasured. in that moment, you are royalty to him and he shan’t disappoint. i could see all of them calling you princess, knowing you would get worked up and closer to your climax every time it came out of his mouth. the members i chose i see as mostly doms, so even when he decides to fuck you rough/senseless, he’s still somehow managing to treat you like the treasure you are. a few might even be into a bit of body worship, praising their princess on how beautiful they look and how he wanted to fuck you like you rightfully deserved.

and when you’ve climaxed all over him and the sheets, best believe he’s already on top of the game in providing aftercare: a change of clothes, seeing if you were hungry/thirsty, or even running the shower or bath if you mentioned it. the aftercare would be so good and so endearing, that your pussy would start to clench for a second round.. 👀

mingYU BEGGING TO CUM

coming to these late, bc i typed that request and then subsequently knocked out 💀 ANYWAYS..

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mingyu begging to cum would be SO enjoyable (at least on your end), he’d sound so whiny and breathless as you continue to push him to the edge, moaning out your name so heavenly… especially if you were giving him head? oh god, he’d basically be putty in your hands.

you decided to tease him by varying the way you licked and sucked him off, his hands finding the closest body part of yours he could reach. he’d grip it so tight that you would moan around him, feeling himself get to the endpoint.

“p-please, p-please, baby, please” he’d whine. “i’m gonna cum, i really can’t hold on any longer! b-b-baby please? i’ve been good haven’t i?”

you shrug indifferently, as your mouth comes off his dick with a pop. “i mean, you have, but i wanna play with you a little bit more. don’t you wanna continue to be good for me baby boy? mmm, say you’ll be good for me,” you go back to giving his dick some attention, kissing his tip.

“i sw-swear, i-i’ll be good! ahhhh, baby, j-just, please! p-please let me cum!” his voice growing higher in pitch.

you lick your lips as your eyes meet his, smirking at his ruined state. “god, i love it when you beg for me.”

f*ck your status 🌙

tags/warnings: friends with benefits! mingyu, female! reader, slight pwp, slight angst (?) (not sure about that, really just moody), caressing, kissing/making out, groping, hair tugging, sitting in gyu’s lap, sexy music video kinda vibes, reader gets partially nude - let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 0.6k

author’s note: i’ve been listening to chloe’s new song a lot lately, and then this was birthed 😋 for some reason, whenever i listen to this song i imagine mingyu playing the attractive male lead in a music video, so why not write my thoughts out! i’m linking the audio below if you wanna listen!

it’s a chill friday night, rain pouring outside your bedroom window. you lay in your situationshp’s lap as you straddle his legs and your head bury your head in the crook of his neck. you kiss his skin ever so softly as he wraps his arms around your waist, embracing in your warmth. he lowly groans, but it’s audible for you to hear. you smirk and your hips take a mind of their own as you start grind on him, the lower half of your body moving in delicate circles.

you and mingyu have been friends for three years, but took your friendship to a new level for the past six months. you both couldn’t deny your physical attraction to each other and one night of intense, intimate pleasure at a party led to where you are currently. you’re still friends yes, but do you fuck on a regular (every other week)? of course. he was the fix you consistently craved, the man who had you missing him even when he was right in front of you.

“shit,” mingyu breathes out, “you feel so good, shit!” he gasps this time as your fingers work his way to the ends of his hair and lightly tug on it, tilting his head back. “mmm, keep moving on me like that, fuck..”

“i can feel you getting hard, gyu,” you whisper. “can’t wait to feel that big dick inside of me, touching me in all the right places, squeezing you tight.. can’t wait to come all over you.”

mingyu nearly growls as he tugs at the hem of your crop top and pulls it over your head as your breasts come into his view. god, he doesn’t know if he should cry at the sight of your beautiful boobs or if he should start licking and nipping on your mounds.

even though you both had established that being friends would be best, lately you couldn’t help wanting more. you wanted him to take you out on dates, to send you sweet, romantic messages in the morning, to have him be there with you on the lonely nights, and to be more that just your fuck buddy. you wanted to be the one he loves, the one he trusts, the one he needs.

but you couldn’t tell him that.. at least not in this moment, even though it was tugging at you. bothering you if you were being honest.

you push your thoughts to the side as you press his lips against yours, deepening the kiss to where your tongues start to fight for dominance. mingyu loses all self-control this time and his hands grab your ass, palms firmly holding your backside. your hands continue to roam his hair, caressing his face in need and adoration. he separates from your mouth and he kisses your neck, tongue making stripes down your throat.

whatever noises you were trying to hold back were clearly audible now, stretching past the confines of your bedroom walls. you just prayed and hoped that it wasn’t loud enough for your neighbors to issue a noise complaint.

“mmm,” he grunts, his fingers swiping across the core of your panties. “so wet, and it’s all for me.. f-fuck, promise me you won’t give this pussy up to anyone else.”

you feel your body freeze for a moment. no one else? did he want you the same way you wanted him? no, no - you were being silly, you’re both caught up in the heat of the moment. unless he starts dropping hints or he directly tells you, this feeling of wanting more, of being more will just have to be one-sided.

“i won’t, mingyu. i promise. now fuck me.”

this is so beautifully written I have no words

Arrangement Crossed | K.Mg

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: arrange engagement au

Summary: Mingyu started to enjoy the arrangement between him and you. What should he do?

Why do birds suddenly appear everytime that you near? Just like me i long to be close to you. - Close To You by Carpenters

Mingyu sprinted from his car, heart pounding, as he rushed toward the scene. One of the doctors at the hospital had mentioned that a fire had broken out in a Gangnam district building—your building. His breath was ragged as he pushed through the crowd, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene. Paramedics and firefighters swarmed the area, the flames now subdued, but the remnants of the fire still smoked in the air. A police officer stopped him from moving closer.

"My fiancée lives there," Mingyu gasped, his voice tight with anxiety.

Just as the officer held him back, he spotted you in the distance. You were casually walking, still in your pajamas, holding a half-eaten ice cream cone. Mingyu's eyes widened, watching as your expression changed the moment you took in the sight of your charred apartment building.

"My apartment!" you exclaimed, your voice laced with frustration as Mingyu hurried over to you.

Mingyu quickly examined you, scanning for any signs of injury. A wave of relief washed over him when he realized you had been safely outside while the fire ravaged your home. His tense shoulders relaxed for the first time since hearing the news.

"Where were you?" he asked, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you seemed so unfazed by the chaos around you.

You blinked, a bit dazed by everything. "I was out for a meal..."

Mingyu glanced at his watch—half and an hour left before his surgery. "I'm glad you're alright. I’ll drive you to my place for now. I’ve got surgery in an hour."

The procedure went smoothly, but exhaustion weighed heavily on him as he sat in his office afterward. All he wanted was to go home and collapse into bed. But he hesitated, remembering that you were now at his apartment. The two of you had never really shared a space before, and the thought made him uneasy. After all, this wasn’t a typical engagement.

A year ago, your families had arranged for you two to be engaged. It was strictly business—a merger of two powerful legacies. Your family owned the hospital where Mingyu worked, while his family operated a successful medical and paramedical equipment company. It made sense for the families to align themselves, and though the proposal had taken him by surprise, Mingyu agreed to the engagement. What really caught him off guard was that you agreed too.

From what Mingyu knew, you ran a small homemade Korean restaurant near Seoul University. It wasn’t a huge enterprise, but it had a loyal customer base thanks to its affordable prices and excellent food. When news of the engagement broke, everyone speculated that your family needed Mingyu to step in and continue running the hospital, especially since you showed no interest in taking it over yourself. Mingyu knew he benefited a lot from this arrangement—more than he was willing to admit sometimes.

It was nearly morning when Mingyu finally arrived home, expecting you to be fast asleep. He took a quick shower, hoping to unwind before getting some rest. But when he stepped into the living room, he nearly jumped out of his skin. You were sitting on the couch, staring into the darkness.

"You scared me!" Mingyu muttered, his heart still racing. "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

You shot him a sharp look, your voice dry. "My house just burned down. How could I possibly sleep soundly?"

Ah, right. He had forgotten that small but important detail.

"Right... of course." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, make yourself at home. Feel free to use the kitchen if you want breakfast. I’ll head to bed."

Mingyu retreated to his room, hoping for some much-needed rest. But as he lay there, he found sleep impossible. His mind kept drifting back to the strange reality that the two of you were now sharing a roof. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you—far from it. You were smart, independent, and capable. But the idea of being engaged, living together, and yet still feeling like you were strangers unnerved him in ways he couldn’t quite explain.

"Yeah, she's fine. She's alright. She's with me. I'll handle things with the building owner about her place. You don’t have to worry, sir." Mingyu reassured your father over the phone as he finished getting ready for work.

Despite having only gotten three hours of sleep, Mingyu needed to be at the hospital for an early morning meeting as the branch director. He had already filled your father in on last night’s fire, assuring him that you were safe and staying with him for the time being. Ending the call, he stepped out of the closet and made his way to the kitchen, where he was greeted by the sight of you preparing breakfast.

You were wearing one of his shirts.

"I’ll call you later, sir," Mingyu said quickly before hanging up, his eyes immediately locking with yours as he entered the kitchen.

You glanced at him briefly, then gestured for him to sit down as you placed the plates on the table. Mingyu couldn’t help but stare for a moment. You must have noticed because you spoke up.

"I didn’t have any clothes with me," you explained, a hint of self-consciousness in your voice. "I borrowed your shirt, if you don’t mind."

Mingyu nodded. "It's fine."

An awkward silence lingered for a moment before he asked, "Is there anything you need to do today?"

You thought for a second. "I definitely need to get some clothes first. And maybe check on the restaurant."

Mingyu thanked you for the food as you joined him at the table. He picked up his spoon, and as soon as he took a bite, his eyes widened in surprise. The breakfast was incredible. He had visited your restaurant a couple of times and knew you were the mastermind behind the recipes, having graduated with a degree in culinary arts. But still, he hadn’t expected his simple morning meal to taste this good.

"How about your belongings?" he asked between bites. "Anything important you need to check, like documents or valuables?"

"Luckily, I left all my important documents at my parents' place," you said, relieved. "But I do need to talk to the building owner about the fire and the damage."

Mingyu nodded thoughtfully. "I’ll go with you."

You both finished breakfast in comfortable silence, and as Mingyu got up to leave for work, he thanked you again for the meal. Before heading out, he made a few calls, one to the aunt who cleaned his house regularly, asking her to pick up some women’s clothes for you, and another to the building manager to arrange an extra parking space for your car.

As he drove to the hospital, he reflected on the morning. He hadn’t expected starting the day with you to feel so... easy. For a moment, he wondered what it would be like if your engagement weren’t just a business arrangement. The thought lingered in the back of his mind as he went on with his day.

"Doctor Kim, thank you for the meal!" the nurses chimed in as Mingyu passed by the emergency room station during his daily rounds.

He blinked in confusion, unsure of what they were referring to. Then, he spotted the neatly packed meals from your restaurant sitting on the counter. You had sent food to his staff. It was thoughtful—something he hadn't expected but appreciated. Mingyu smiled and waved to the nurses, telling them to enjoy the meal before heading to his office, where he found a meal from your restaurant waiting for him as well.

Mingyu quickly shot you a text: Thanks for the meal, everyone’s enjoying it.

You didn’t respond, and Mingyu wasn’t surprised. He rarely texted you, and from what he had observed, you were just as busy as he was. He could understand if you weren’t glued to your phone all the time. Besides, it’s not like he was your priority when it came to messaging.

Over the past week of living together, Mingyu had noticed that the two of you had fallen into a quiet, predictable routine. You would both wake up early, have breakfast together, head off to work, return late in the evening, and go straight to bed. The cycle repeated itself day after day, with only a few short exchanges of "How was work?" or "Did you sleep well?" in between. It was strange to be living under the same roof, sharing meals, and yet feeling like you were still strangers in many ways.

That morning, you casually mentioned that you had signed the lease on a new apartment, not far from your restaurant.

"Do you want to go furniture shopping with me?" you asked over breakfast.

"Sure" Mingyu agreed without hesitation.

And now, here he was, sitting on his couch in a casual outfit, waiting to go furniture shopping with you. It felt like an odd thing to be doing with someone who was supposed to be his fiancée, yet didn’t quite feel like one. Still, Mingyu couldn’t shake the curiosity growing inside him—the thought of spending more time with you, learning more about you beyond the polite small talk and daily routine. He wasn't sure if it would change anything between you, but part of him wanted to try.

"This couch looks good. It fits a lot of people," Mingyu said, running his hand over the fabric as you continued to browse.

You shook your head, clearly unimpressed. "I don't get visitors."

Mingyu chuckled, leaning in a little closer. "What about friends? Boyfriend, maybe?" he teased with a playful grin.

You scoffed and held up your left hand, flashing the engagement ring in front of him. "In case you forgot, I’m engaged."

Mingyu’s eyes flickered to the ring, and he was momentarily struck by the sight of it. You always wore the ring, even though the engagement had been arranged. He, on the other hand, rarely wore his—only during major events or family meetings where it was expected. His profession didn’t really allow for accessories, so he often went without it. But seeing you wear it regularly was a subtle reminder of the commitment hanging between you both.

"Right, how could I forget?" he replied, smoothly continuing the conversation as if the ring hadn’t stirred something unspoken inside him.

Despite the casual banter, the moment felt a little heavier than it should have. He couldn't quite shake the realization that the ring—a symbol of their engagement—was more present in your life than his. It was a quiet declaration, whether intentional or not, that you were his fiancée.

When it came time to pay, Mingyu insisted on covering everything, even after your countless protests. He waved off your refusals, casually brushing them aside as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to take care of it.

"A rib for dinner?" Mingyu requested once he done paying. How dare you to refused.

*

After ten days of living together, Mingyu realized how quiet and empty his place felt without you around. He found himself looking for any excuse to see you, whether it was a quick text, a call, or even dropping by your restaurant. Without fully realizing it, the relationship between the two of you had begun to shift into something he hadn’t expected.

At this point, almost all of your staff knew him. They had even started referring to him as "the boss's handsome fiancé" every time he walked through the door. This month alone, he had visited your restaurant 8 times—sometimes for a meal, sometimes just to drive you home. And he was relieved that you didn’t seem uncomfortable with his presence. In fact, you appeared to be getting used to it, just as he was.

One afternoon, as Mingyu made his rounds at the hospital, he overheard a group of nurses whispering as he passed by, his name mentioned in their conversation.

"If she's the daughter of the owner, then she must be Doctor Kim’s fiancée, right?"

Mingyu, always the friendly type, chimed in with a grin. "I heard my name."

The nurses looked a bit startled but quickly filled him in. "Doctor Kim, the owner's daughter was brought into the emergency room after being assaulted. Isn't she your fiancée?"

What?

Mingyu’s stomach dropped. Without wasting a second, he grabbed his phone and immediately dialed your number. It rang, but someone else picked up.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

"Ah, Mr. Kim? She left her phone behind. She's at the hospital right now. A crazy person caused a scene and she got hurt."

Mingyu didn’t wait for more details. He bolted to the emergency room, his mind racing. When he got there, he hurried to the nurses’ station and asked for your whereabouts.

They directed him to a bed where he finally saw you—sitting up, your arm and head wrapped in bandages, while a doctor carefully tended to your injuries. Relief washed over him, but it was mixed with a surge of worry and anger at what had happened.

He approached you cautiously, his heart still pounding in his chest.

You looked up at Mingyu and smiled, a wave of relief washing over you as soon as you saw him by your side. As the doctor finished tending to your wounds, he greeted Mingyu and explained that you would need to wait for the results of the X-ray, as you had hit your head during the incident.

Once the doctor left, Mingyu turned his full attention to you, his eyes scanning over your injuries with a mixture of concern and relief. Without saying a word, he gently pulled you into an embrace, holding you close as if making sure you were really okay.

"I'm so glad it wasn't worse," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with emotion. He pulled back slightly to look at you. "What happened?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the lingering tension from the day. "There was this drunk guy, making a scene in the restaurant. He was about to hit one of my staff, so I stepped in. I got pushed and my head hit the table. This," you pointed to your bandaged arm, "is from some shattered glass."

Mingyu sighed, his jaw tightening in frustration. "I'm calling the police," he said firmly, standing up as if ready to take action immediately.

But you reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him. "It's already been reported. My staff handled it."

Mingyu paused, looking down at you, the worry still clear in his eyes. Though the situation had already been dealt with, his protective instincts were hard to turn off. He sat back down next to you, still holding your hand, as if to reassure himself you were safe now.

Your mother, the vice president, appeared in the emergency room, her presence commanding attention as she quickly made her way toward you. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, though you could see the worry etched in her expression.

"My heart dropped when I heard my daughter was in the emergency room. Are you okay, honey?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as she reached out to touch your arm.

"I'm fine, Mom," you reassured her with a small smile, trying to ease her worry.

Mingyu stood quietly to the side, observing the exchange with a sense of relief. He was glad to see how close you were with your family, something he hadn’t really gotten to witness much before.

Then your mother turned her attention to Mingyu, who stood respectfully behind her. Her gaze softened as she acknowledged him.

"Thank you, Mingyu. I heard you’ve been taking care of my daughter, especially after she lost her apartment in the fire. And now you're here again," she said, her gratitude clear.

Mingyu bowed slightly, feeling the weight of her words. "It's my pleasure, ma'am," he responded with sincerity.

Your mother waved off the formality with a warm smile. "No need for 'ma'am.' Call me Mother. After all, you're part of the family now—my daughter's fiancé."

The words caught Mingyu a little off guard, though he masked it with a polite nod. He glanced at you, noticing the subtle shift in the room. The formality of your engagement suddenly felt a bit more personal, more real.

After spending some more time talking with your mother and assuring her you were okay, the X-ray results came back clear. The doctor recommended rest and monitoring for the next few days to ensure there were no lingering effects from the head injury. With that, Mingyu insisted on taking you home.

As you left the hospital, Mingyu walked by your side, his hand resting gently on your lower back as he guided you to the car. The day had been exhausting, but knowing that Mingyu was there gave you a strange sense of comfort. It was a feeling that was becoming more familiar lately.

The drive home was quiet, with Mingyu occasionally glancing over to check on you. You stared out the window, your mind still processing everything that had happened, from the fire at your apartment to the incident today. You felt the weight of it all, but at the same time, there was a sense of relief that you weren’t alone in dealing with it.

When Mingyu pulled into his apartment complex, he parked the car and quickly came around to your side to help you out. You couldn’t help but smile at how attentive he was.

As you sat on the couch, trying to unwind from the long day, Mingyu hovered nearby, clearly still worried. You noticed his eyes flicking over to you every few minutes, as if checking to make sure you were really okay.

"You really should rest," he said, standing up and grabbing a blanket from the nearby chair. "I can see you're exhausted."

"I’m fine, Mingyu," you protested softly, though you knew you needed the rest.

He walked over, gently draping the blanket over you, his hands lingering for a moment as he looked down at you. “Just lie down, please. Doctor's orders,” he added with a small, teasing smile, trying to lighten the mood.

You sighed, giving in. The exhaustion was catching up with you, and the couch felt more comfortable with the blanket wrapped around you. As you shifted to lie down, Mingyu crouched down beside you, his expression softening as he watched you settle.

"Better?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

You nodded, pulling the blanket closer. “Yeah, better.”

He lingered for a moment before standing up again, running a hand through his hair. "I think I’ll stay out here with you, just in case you need anything.”

"You don’t have to—" you started to protest, but Mingyu was already grabbing a pillow for himself and setting it on the other end of the couch.

"I know, but I want to," he said simply, lying down beside you, keeping a respectful distance. “We both need to rest anyway. This way, I’ll be right here if anything happens.”

You turned your head slightly to look at him, noticing how comfortable and natural he seemed lying next to you. The tension that had been hanging in the air for weeks felt like it was slowly fading, replaced by an unexpected sense of ease.

"Alright," you murmured, closing your eyes.

Mingyu lay there quietly, the soft rise and fall of his breathing the only sound in the room. He wasn’t saying much, but his presence was steady, reassuring in a way that made you feel safe. After a few moments, he shifted slightly closer, his hand brushing against yours under the blanket. He didn’t say anything, but the gesture spoke volumes.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you let the quiet warmth between the two of you settle in, realizing that maybe this arrangement between you wasn’t so bad after all.

As you drifted off to sleep, you could feel Mingyu relax beside you. The weight of the day slowly lifted, and with him lying there next to you, it felt easier to rest.

As evening approached, the soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light over the room. You and Mingyu had both woken up from your nap, feeling more rested but still shaken from the day's events. Mingyu sat up, glancing over at you with a gentle smile.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, his voice still soft but with a hint of concern.

You shook your head, feeling more at ease now. “No, I’m okay. Thanks for staying with me.”

He nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually, I should probably check and clean your wound properly. Just to make sure it’s healing well.”

You hesitated for a moment but then nodded, realizing it would be reassuring to have him take care of you. Mingyu moved to get a first aid kit from the bathroom, then returned and sat next to you on the couch. As he began to carefully clean the wound on your head, his concentration was palpable.

The proximity brought an unexpected intimacy. Mingyu’s breath lightly brushed against your skin, and you could feel the warmth of his body close to yours. You glanced up at him, and for the first time, you noticed how dangerously close his face was to yours. The closeness made both of you acutely aware of each other, and suddenly, your cheeks flushed a soft pink.

There was a moment of shared awkwardness where neither of you knew quite what to say. Mingyu’s fingers brushed lightly against your forehead, and a nervous laugh escaped both of you simultaneously. The sound was light and shy, a clear indicator of the tension and the new feelings stirring between you.

Mingyu’s hands paused as he looked at you, his eyes meeting yours with an earnest expression. The silence between you was thick with unspoken emotions. He seemed to be gauging your reaction, his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips.

Without breaking eye contact, Mingyu leaned in slowly, and you felt a rush of anticipation. For a heartbeat, everything seemed to stand still. Then, ever so gently, he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was tender and soft, a simple yet profound gesture that spoke volumes.

You responded instinctively, your lips moving against his in a hesitant, exploring dance. The kiss deepened just slightly, filled with a mutual tenderness that neither of you had expected but both seemed to crave. When Mingyu finally pulled back, his expression was a mix of relief and uncertainty.

“Sorry,” he said quietly, a slight blush still visible on his cheeks. “I just... I needed to do that.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to gently touch his face. “It’s okay. I think I needed it too.”

Mingyu’s smile was more relaxed now, a genuine warmth in his eyes. He resumed cleaning the wound with a renewed calm, the previous tension replaced by a new, comforting closeness. As he finished, you both settled back into the couch, the space between you now filled with a quiet, shared understanding.

Mingyu set aside the first aid kit and took a deep breath, his gaze locking with yours. “I... I know this might sound sudden, but I think we need to talk about where we go from here.”

You looked at him with curiosity and a hint of apprehension, waiting for him to continue.

He shifted slightly, his expression earnest. “I know our relationship started out as a business arrangement, and things between us have been... different from what I expected. But after spending time with you, especially today, I’ve realized something.”

You watched him closely, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest.

“Mingyu, what is it?” you asked softly.

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About how we’ve been living together, how you’ve been there for me in ways I didn’t expect. And honestly, I’ve come to realize that I really like you. More than just as my fiancée. I want to be with you, not just because of our families or the arrangement, but because I genuinely care about you.”

His words hung in the air, and you could feel the sincerity behind them. Mingyu reached out and took your hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“I want to start over,” he continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I want us to settle everything that’s happened and move forward. I want to take you out on dates, to spend time with you as someone I truly treasure. Not just because it’s what’s expected, but because it’s what I genuinely want.”

Your heart raced as you listened, his confession a mix of relief and excitement. It was clear that Mingyu wasn’t just fulfilling a duty anymore—he was speaking from the heart.

“I’ve felt the same way,” you admitted, squeezing his hand. “I never expected this arrangement to lead to something real, but it has. I’ve come to care about you a lot, and I’d like to see where this could go, too.”

Mingyu’s face brightened with a hopeful smile. “So, are we starting over then? Taking a chance on something that’s more than just an arrangement?”

You nodded, a smile of your own spreading across your face. “Yes, let’s start over. I’d like that.”

With a sense of newfound clarity and excitement, Mingyu leaned in and kissed you again, this time with a deeper sense of commitment. It was a kiss that promised not just the continuation of an engagement but the beginning of something much more meaningful.

As the evening drew on, you and Mingyu talked more about your hopes and plans for the future, feeling a sense of anticipation and warmth. The journey ahead was still uncertain, but now it was a journey you were both eager to take together, as partners who truly cared for each other.

*

“Because you’re handsome?” Mingyu chuckled softly, clearly amused by your answer. He had asked you why you accepted the engagement in the first place, and he hadn’t expected your candid response.

“Of course, you’re very handsome and attractive,” you said with a playful glint in your eye. “But beyond that, I didn’t have anyone special, and I didn’t want to go against my parents’ kind intentions, especially when it didn’t harm me.”

“You didn’t go against it?” Mingyu asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

You paused to think before shaking your head. “No, not at all. I wasn’t planning to get married. I was just focused on my business.”

Mingyu nodded thoughtfully. “How about now?”

“What do you mean now?” you asked, a hint of confusion in your voice.

“Get married,” he clarified. “Do you want to get married?”

It had been three years since the engagement, and throughout that time, you and Mingyu had maintained your commitment to each other. Even though your parents had pushed for a wedding, you both had insisted on getting to know each other better. It was only after a year of engagement that you truly began to enjoy each other’s presence.

“With you?” you asked innocently, and Mingyu rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t with me. Do you want to get married to me?”

A scowl formed on your face as you stared at him, your emotions a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Are you proposing?”

Mingyu laughed, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Why? You don’t like it, baby?”

The scowl melted away, replaced by a warm and genuine smile. “I’d love to. I’ve been happy these two years with you. Why not be happy forever?”

Mingyu’s expression softened as he cupped your cheeks gently. “You’re really happy?”

You nodded, your eyes shining with sincerity.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. “Then I’m happy too.”

In that moment, it felt as if everything had come full circle. The uncertainty of the past had given way to a future filled with promise, and both of you were ready to embrace it together.

first snowfall | minwon

pairing: wonwoo x reader x mingyu

genre: fluff

warnings: not even a little bit edited

word count: 937

summary: in which you and your roommates spend the first snowfall of the winter season together

a/n: because it’s sunny in LA and my east coast heart misses snowy winters 

Your alarm buzzed away at 6am, set to wake you a few minutes before Seoul’s first snowfall of the season. At 6:05, you stumbled out of your room excitedly in your winter coat and pajamas before making your way to the living room. 

“Hot chocolate or coffee?” 

You jumped at the voice, quickly turning your head towards the kitchen entrance where it had come from. There stood your two roommates, mugs in their hands. You let out a deep sigh, walking over to them. 

“I didn’t know you guys were capable of being awake this early… also, coffee, please. I have an exam later.”

Mingyu got to work on your coffee while you and Wonwoo stood off to the side. 

“We knew you were getting up to watch the snow, so we wanted to join,” Wonwoo explained. 

“Roommate bonding time,” Mingyu added, handing you your coffee. “Should we go? It’s supposed to start at 6:15,” he suggested, ushering you and Wonwoo to the balcony of your apartment. The three of you stood shoulder to shoulder, mugs held tightly in your hands. Mingyu took his phone out, putting on some classical playlist at a low volume before sighing. 

“Way to set the mood, Gyu,” Wonwoo chuckled before taking a sip of his hot chocolate. A few peaceful moments of silence passed, the three of you basking in the music and the crisp wind. You eyes fell upon the city, waiting for it to be coated with a layer of snow.

And then, as if the world heard your thoughts, the first snowflake fell. Then the second, the third, until soon all of Seoul was covered by a sheet of snow. You reached out a hand, gathering the white flurries in your palm before folding your fingers on top. The feeling of the snow melting in your hand brought a grin to your face. 

Mingyu gathered some snow on his hand as well, the stuff melting immediately in his warm palm. He pouted, trying again to catch the snow without it melting. 

Wonwoo remained still, feeling the snow fall on his face. It tickled his nose, but he made no move to brush it off. Despite hating the cold, he appreciated the feeling off the snow on his warm face. 

“Do you guys know that old saying: About how if you’re in the snow during the first snowfall with someone you like, true love will blossom between you,” you randomly blabbered, unsure what type of reaction you wanted from your words. Another silence fell again, this time thick with unspoken tensions. Mingyu let out a harsh laugh, seemingly involuntary, since he was quick to grow quiet afterwards. For a while, no one made noise again. Your words rang in each of your heads, coating your thoughts in the way the snow covered Seoul. Eventually, an hour passed. Your mugs were empty. Wonwoo’s hands were shaking, and Mingyu’s phone buzzed twice. 

“It’s Dokyeom. He wanted to try this new cafe near campus before our class starts… Did you guys want to go?” Mingyu asked, his eyes slightly hopeful as he looked between you and Wonwoo. 

“I have an exam in two hours, and I promised Vernon I’d help him review before it,” you replied. 

“Yeah, I was going to go back to sleep. I don’t have class until 3pm,” Wonwoo added. Mingyu nodded, though an evident pout formed on his lips. You smiled at his expression, reaching your free hand up to caress his face. 

“We can get dinner tonight, okay? The three of us. You can pick where we go.”

Mingyu nuzzled against your hand, his head nodding slightly. “Sounds good.”

“Hey, I didn’t consent to this spontaneous dinner. What if I had plans?” Wonwoo questioned, his face attempting to look serious but his smile unable to fade. You turned towards Wonwoo, your hand moving from Mingyu’s face to grasp Wonwoo’s shaky hand.

“You don’t have plans because you love us.”

Wonwoo paused, his smile embarrassingly widening at your touch. He squeezed your hand. 

“Yeah, I do.”

As you and Wonwoo smiled at each other, Mingyu audibly cringed, mumbling something about needing to bang his head against the wall. You and Wonwoo laughed, Mingyu still muttering to himself as he grabbed yours and Wonwoo’s mugs and headed inside. After a few moments passed, you turned back towards Wonwoo.

“Sleep well, Won. I’ll see you later.” I love you and I want you to rest well.

“Good luck on your exam. I know you’ll do well.” I love you and I believe in you. 

“Hey, do you need a ride to campus? Dokeyom can wait.” I love you, let me take care of you.

The three of you went about your separate ways, Wonwoo going back to his room and you and Mingyu getting ready before leaving to go to school. Later that night, Mingyu took the three of you to a new restaurant in town, one with a menu full of your favorite dishes and an atmosphere Wonwoo loved. The night ended in the living room, the three of you cuddled on the couch under one blanket, watching a new Netflix show and sharing a bowl of popcorn. Occasional touches and glances would elicit smiles from each of you, a new tension filling the small apartment. 

And yeah, that old saying was probably bogus, but later that night you would all go to Wonwoo’s room to sleep since he had the largest bed, and as the night turned to morning, you all realized that a life without the three of you, was not a life at all.