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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

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hits different- a,f,s

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hits different 2- a,f,s

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his smile- s,f,a

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the very first night- a,s,f

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the only exception- f,s

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i can’t run away- a,f,s

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we don’t usually hold hands- f,a,s

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in soft hands-f,a

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in soft hands 2- f,a,s

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is this everything you dreamed of- s

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evening glow- a,s

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good dad, better daddy- s

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oh no, he’s hot- s

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this is how we fall- a,f,s

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again and again- f,s

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repetition/rare love- f,s,a

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love me out loud-a,f,s

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series/drabble

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make yourself at home-a,f

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spoiled- s

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an ode to m(ingyu) abs- s

wc:1.1k(drabble)

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deserve you- s

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mingyu as a first time dad- f

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mingyu as a stay at home househusband- f

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shave- f

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Moletom soltinho.

Avisos: Mingyu X Personagem Original, Protagonista Plus Size, Mingyu é um namorado meio lerdinho, a prota é a safada da relação, creampie(?), eles se chamando de "mô" e "amor", Mingyu é um bom garoto, sexo sem proteção(usem camisinha cacete), Big Dick e etc.

Dulce

Ah, ele está com aquele moletom soltinho.

A garota gordinha jogada no meio do cobertor nos tons cinza e preto da cama do namorado, Mingyu, faz essa observação em seus pensamentos.

Não consegue não reparar assim que o menino sai de dentro do banheiro secando os cabelos com uma toalha branca menor, o cheirinho de seu sabonete se espalhando pelo quarto.

As pernas se roçam no automático. Mingyu ficava um tesão com aquela calça moletom, que marcava tão bem o pau generoso que tinha entre as pernas.

Sempre que via o namorado assim, saindo do banho todo cheirosinho e com o calção soltinho tinha o mesmo pensamento. Não conseguia evitar de pensar em chegar perto do garoto e mamar com vontade até onde consegui, porque Mingyu nada era nada pequeno.

Sua boquinha era pequena demais para abrigar toda a extensão grossa e longa, sempre deixava Dulce com dor na garganta depois de mamar com vontade na rola do seu amor.

E não, não que Mingyu a obrigasse. Longe disso, o seu amor era um doce com ela, Dulce que era gulosa demais. Sempre queria mais e mais, levar ele todinho, até fazer sons estranhos e as lágrimas saírem de seus olhos em abundância.

Gostava disso. Gostava de levar tudinho e ficar que nem uma putinha choramingando com pau na boca. Até conseguir ter seu rosto e boquinha todo esporrado.

A engolida da saliva na garganta é longa.

Observa Mingyu jogar sua toalha na cordinha que tinha na varanda pequena de seu quarto. Logo recebendo um sorriso do garoto ao se virar e ver os olhos de sua garota em si.

Um sorriso doce, que sempre a deixava com borboletas no estômago todinho. Desde a primeira vez que viu o garoto, que agora é todinho seu, ficou encantada pelo sorriso brilhante e caloroso que o namorado tinha em seus lábios.

E isso nunca mudaria pelo jeito. Porque estão dois anos juntos e mesmo assim, as borboletas pareciam só multiplicar.

Dulce acaricia o gatinho do namorado em seu colo uma última vez, antes de o soltar e enxotar ele rapidinho da cama, falando baixinho com o amigo peludo um "vai passear um pouquinho, floquinho, juro que vou te dar muito sachê sabor carne depois". E o gatinho vai embora, passando pela porta de madeira.

— Amor, fecha a porta e vem deitar um pouquinho comigo. Estou com saudades. — pede toda dengosa, como quem não quer nada demais.

— Tô indo, mô. — o rapaz responde, fazendo o que a namorada pede. Logo se jogando por cima dela na cama fofa, dando beijinhos pelo rosto gordinho. — Senti saudades. — confessa, arrancando mais borboletas do estômago da menina. — Não parei de pensar em você a semana toda, detesto semana de provas e seu campus ser lá na casa do caramba. Queria tanto ter ido te ver, mas não queria atrapalhar você.

— Detesto isso também. Mas já passou, agora sou todinha sua.

Dá um beijinho simples de começo, mesmo sua intenção sendo de tomar os lábios avermelhados do jeito caloroso que gosta, e que sempre leva a algo mais. No entanto, vai devagarinho, aos poucos pedindo mais liberdade.

Querendo transformar em algo mais.

Mingyu era muito inocente para namorada safada que tinha. O menino podia estar dois anos com sua garota, mas ainda não sacava as artimanhas que ela fazia quando queria transformar momentos doces em algo a mais.

As coxas grossas se abrem, fazendo o menino se enfiar ali. Deixando os íntimos tão pertinho, os lábios não se separam e ela nem deixa tal ato acontecer.

Os braços passeiam pelos ombros longos e sente vontade de gemer que nem uma gatinha no cio, porque sentir cada parte do corpo de seu homem era tão bom.

Os pés o rodeiam na cintura, o apertando e puxando para mais perto. A saia curtinha subindo totalmente, e apenas agradecendo por sempre ser precavida e fazer questão de usar roupas fáceis de subir.

O quadril rasteja no ar. Sentindo a ereção do namorado acordando por um simples beijo mais malicioso.

— ah

O gemido rouco escapou dos lábios do menino assim que sente a puxadinha em seu lábio inferior.

— Você está tão cheiroso. — diz baixinho, com os lábios ainda encostados. — Amo o cheirinho de sabonete que fica em você depois do banho.

Passeia com o nariz pela nuca do rapaz. Arrepiando os pelinhos da nuca com o ato.

— Tão cheirosinho. E sabe o que mais..?

— Hum?

Nem consegue falar direito.

— Você está um tesão com essa calça. Você só pode fazer de propósito, sabe o jeitinho que eu fico sempre que usa ela e mesmo assim... — choraminga, apertando mais as pernas na cintura do namorado, roçando a bucetinha que já se encontrava ensopada no pau já totalmente acordado.

— Desculpa.

— Desculpa nada. Você fez de propósito, só pode.

— Eu tinha esquecido disso.

— Agora não adianta. Vai ter que meter em mim. — diz toda autoritária, do jeito que sabia que o namorado adorava.

O pau do mesmo raspando por seu clitóris por cima da calcinha não nega.

— É. Acho que sim. Desculpa o seu amor, bebê. — pede todo manhosinho, beijando o rostinho rechonchudo.

— Eu desculpo, mas... Só depois de meter bem fundinho aqui.

Os dedinhos gordinhos e curtos puxam a calcinha para o lado, deixando Mingyu ver o estado que deixou sua garota.

— Tão molhadinha.

O dedão passeia por cima do clitóris, tirando um gemido baixinho.

— Vai entrar facinho.

— Sim. Meu pau vai entrar facinho.

Dulce ao ver o namorado tão vidrado em sua bucetinha ensopada e necessitada por ela agiliza. Puxando o moletom folgado para baixo, liberando o pau que pula assim que solto.

A deixando ver o pau suculento do seu amor. 

A cabecinha rosada com pré gozo na ponta, com o mastro cheio de veias.

Isso apenas faz a boca da menina salivar, mas levaria na boquinha outra hora. Agora queria seu macho entrando e saindo sem pena de si, até gozar e o apertar dentro dela.

— Amor... — o chama, punhetando o pau com apenas uma mão, que nem conseguia fechar todinho de tão grande que era o pau do seu homem. — Vem aqui.

O chega mais perto. Levando o pau até os lábios de sua bucetinha, passando a cabeça molhadinha por suas dobras necessitadas, juntando o mel dos dois. Soltando gemidinhos manhoso ao senhor o pau raspando por seu clitóris sensível.

E Mingyu, como sempre, apenas olhava encantado. Ele adorava sua menina tomando conta de tudo, brincando com seu pau como bem desejava.

Dulce o carrega até sua entrada. Enfiando a cabecinha gorda ali e logo o tomando aos poucos,  sentindo suas paredes se expandindo e os olhos ficando úmidos.

Tão grande. Grande demais.

Nunca iria se acostumar?

— Mingyu! Mete logo. — chama sua atenção, fazendo o namorado rir do seu jeitinho autoritário até quando estava levando pau. Ou tentando, pelo menos, porque sempre precisava da ajuda do menino.

Precisava dele empurrando o resto sem pena, até bater as bolas na polpa da bunda da garota.

E o menino logo toma as rédeas. Enfiando a metade que sobrou sem pena, batendo com o colo na buceta meladinha.

E Dulce se sente fora de si. Tão cheinha.

— Mete, mô. Mete fundo.

E o rapaz faz como pedido.

Tirando choramingos manhosos dos lábios entre abertos e começando a fazer lágrimas descerem pelos olhinhos. Cada estocada forte deixando sua garota bobinha.

Porra, eu amava isso.

Mingyu me fode tão bem.

Só conseguia pensar nisso.

Cada estocada era um gemido arrancado de seus lábios. E o melhor de tudo isso era o jeitinho faminto que ele olhava para ela, comendo com o pau e os olhos o corpo delicioso e volumoso em baixo de si..

— Tira. T-tira o resto, mô.

Pede todo dengosinho. Se referindo a blusa curtinha da menina, subindo as mãos dos largos quadris até a bainha da blusinha. Liberando os peitos, e indo todo faminto até eles.

Arrancando mais choramingos de Dulce. Que sentia mais e mais excitada com o peitinho sendo chupado com tanta vontade.

— A-amor.

Bom. Bom demais.

A revirada de olhos era automática.

Cada estocada junto a chupadinha nos biquinhos eriçados fazem o orgasmo vim rápido em Dulce. Deixando ela toda bobinha no pau do seu homem.

— Tudo bem, mô? — Mingyu pergunta preocupado, parando devagar o quadril. Vendo se sua garota estava bem, porque tinha ficado tão molinha.

— Sim. Continua, eu quero dentro. — consegue falar depois de segundos. Apoiando os cotovelos na cama e se levantando como pode, guiando seu quadril até o colo de Mingyu, fazendo o garoto enfiar o pau até o fim. Desejando sentir o leitinho quente do menino a melando todinha.

E assim ela faz. Fode. Fode. Fode.

Até escutar o gemido rouco do seu garoto e cada jato de porra pintando suas paredes internas.

— Porra!

O sorriso safado e satisfeito surge instantaneamente, se deitando cansadinha com as pernas abertinhas toda melada.

Os dedos passando pelos lábios lambuzados e levando até a boca de Mingyu, que os chupa com gosto. Com o rosto todo corado e suadinho.

— Bom garoto!

NOOOOO NOT HIIIIM

BACKBURNER // PART 4

DESCRIPTION: She had grown tired of being on his back burner, the person that he had kept warm until he gotten the girl he has had his eyes set on for years... And with a little help from her friend, maybe... just maybe she'll finally be the first choice. PAIRING: Seungcheol x Reader | Mingyu x Reader GENRE: Angst & Fluff PART 3 | SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

When he had told Jeonghan that his roommate had convinced him to go over to his best friend's house to finally tell her how he felt, he wasn't lying.

It wasn't just for show – to tell a fake story to make their lies believable.

"Seungcheol fumbled, are you going to do the same thing?" Minghao asked him, keeping his eyes trained on the screen while they worked together to complete their game's mission.

For the past few months, they had almost always circled back to one topic.

Y/n.

It was almost as if a switch had turned on in his head the day he realized that she was the one he loved this whole time. Just as has his mother predicted since their high school days, Mingyu had fallen in love for the one constant that was in his life.

"It's complicated, Hao. Shoot shoot– fuck." Mingyu cried, chucking his controller to the side as the screen flashed "MISSION FAILED".

Minghao shrugged. "How complicated could it be?"

"Well for one, it's one sided." He listed. "And then what, I lose her? Rather not have that."

"Just give it a shot. I doubt she'll cut you out anyways. She's stuck around this long, hasn't she?"

He was right.

She had seen the good, the bad, and the ugly and yet, she was still here. She still stuck by his side through it all.

He brought his fingers up to his lips, biting his nails – a bad habit he had developed whenever he allowed his thoughts to consume him.

The worst that could happen was that she could reject him, which he was 99% sure she would.

He just needed to get this damn weight off his shoulder.

Now more than ever.

Sighing, Mingyu stood from his seat. "Alright, I'm going to do it."

He had all the intentions of doing so that Valentine's Day. Showing up to her doorstep with a small bouquet of tulips he had picked up at Trader Joe's along with her favorite sweet treat from their bakery section – the brownie cookie combo that he swore was far too sweet for anyone's taste buds.

But instead, he was greeted by a girl with red eyes – it was clear that she had been crying just minutes before his arrival.

"Are those for me?" She sniffled, pointing to the contents in his hand.

"Yeah, I figured you were going to be upset this Valentine's day." He chuckled, lying through his teeth.

It wasn't the right time.

Mingyu wanted to tell her how he felt.

He wanted to finally feel the weight come off his chest but he knew it wasn't right.

Not when he still plagued her mind.

"Thank you." Y/n smiled, using the sleeves of her sweater to wipe her eyes. "No plans today?"

Mingyu shook his head, plopping down on her couch. "Today is for couples."

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"Fake dating?" Minghao repeated what his friend had just debriefed him after his arrival. "At your big age, you're going to pretend to fake dat– You know you've had many bad ideas before but this one takes the fucking cake."

Mingyu groaned, putting his head in his hands. "I know okay? I know, I just– She– I don't know. You know I'd do anything for her."

"Including helping her get Cheol back?" He cried.

"I just want her happy."

Minghao sarcastically clapped. "Let's give it up for the stupidest boy alive."

"Leave me alone." He pushed his friend's hands away from his face.

"This is going to be so fucking messy." He shook his head as he headed for his room, leaving his friend in the living room to wallow in his own thoughts.

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After three days of non-stop activities, she was ready to tap out – groaning in her bed as she flipped laying on one side to the other. She had mistakenly agreed to go hiking with Seokmin, Seungkwan and Hansol the day before and as someone who rarely did any physical activities, she was regretting her decision – feeling her thighs ache under the covers.

"Let's do something." Mingyu suggested from his bed, growing bored of the show he had been watching on the television.

Everyone else had left the hotel early in the morning to go ziplining, and considering her current state and his fear of heights, the duo had opted to sit this one activity out.

Getting the rest they deserve.

"I'm tired." She whined.

"Come on, I wanna go back up north and look around the shops." He pouted dramatically, batting his lashes at her.

They had all been so busy trying to complete the itinerary Eunji had so kindly organized that day that they weren't able to fully enjoy all the small town had to offer – Mingyu making note to pay it another visit during his free time.

Which was now.

She never could resist him.

Letting out a sigh, she sat up in her bed – trudging over to her suitcase. "You better fucking buy me something."

"I'm your boyfriend not your sugar daddy."

Grabbing the nearest article of clothing, Y/n turned around and threw it at him – hitting his face.

"I'm the luckiest man alive." He chuckled, tossing it back at her – making it perfectly into her suitcase.

"You sure are, baby." She winked, heading straight to the bathroom – outfit in hand.

"I thought we won't use baby!" He called out as the door slammed shut – a wide grin on his face.

He didn't care if it was in pure sarcasm. Mingyu felt his heart skip a beat.

Just as it had been the past few days.

Oh he was down bad.

Within an hour, they were back on the same road, blasting the same playlist – the two taking turns singing obnoxiously along to her favorite songs.

"I like it here." She reached over to dial the volume down, turning to point her film camera at him. "Smile– oh my god don't pose– ew!"

After a year of nothing but pure heartache, riding the roller coaster of emotions that Seungcheol had managed to strap her into, this was the first time in a while that the girl had enjoyed her time.

She couldn't help but dread the thought of the trip wrapping up, having to face the music of her reality – going back in to work, coming home to an empty apartment... and be alone with her thoughts.

With no Mingyu to distract her.

In the past few days, she had gained a new appreciation for her friend – noticing the small details of his actions. Especially after voicing this to Seungcheol on the beach, in attempts to defend their lie.

And even more when Mingyu had confirmed this two days ago.

At the time, she was simply saying what was at the top of her head. She had always known that he was there for her, answering all her calls in an instant and showing up with no questions asked.

Even if it was to help her get a bird, that had accidentally flown in and wreaked havoc, out if her apartment.

She remembered how stressed and terrified he was of hurting the poor thing as he used a broom to usher the small creature out – recording the whole thing on her phone for future entertainment purposes.

"Thank you." She glanced over at him, a soft smile on her lips.

"For what?" Mingyu's brows furrowed, confused at the sudden change of tone and air between them.

"Just being a good person." Y/n shrugged.

"Are you going all soft on me, y/n?" He teased.

"Don't make me take it back."

"I'm kidding." He chuckled, reaching over to give her cheek a poke. "I should be thanking you. You bullied me into being a good person."

Aside from his parents and his sister, she had a big influence on who he was and the man he had become today.

Y/n had never once let any of his mistakes go by without a single lecture. He remembered all the times he would sit in silence while she talked his ear off, even if it was something minor as forgetting to clean the lint trap out of his dryer.

Something about starting a house fire.

Before, when he was in his teens and still unappreciative of her nagging, Mingyu would simply roll his eyes – letting her words go in one ear and out another. As time had gone by, he had learned to appreciate it.

Welcoming it even; beating her to the punch to text her of his mistakes and asking for advice on how he could make it right.

"Not enough though. How many girls have cried because of you?"

"Don't make me take it back." He jokingly threatened, using her line.

Laughing, she allowed for the views to distract her once again – snapping a few more pictures.

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"We should come back here. Make it a tradition." She said, as the treaded through the small tide pools, pointing out the small school of fish that swam along their legs every now and then.

"Holding you to that."

The two had many traditions that they had set in place, one of them being spending a week during their summers camping with both of their families. A tradition that began when he had tagged along during one of her family trips – it wasn't long until his family joined in the following year, their fathers instantly becoming friends during the first day.

This would merely be another trip that they would continue on until they were old and grey.

"Do you think our kids will be friends? Like us?" Y/n asked aloud, stopping him in his tracks.

"I haven't really thought that far."

A lie.

He has.

Though, he would much prefer if their kids were siblings rather than friends.

They say a man knows in an instant whether they want to marry a girl or not.

Mingyu was no different.

He remembered that day so clearly. She had dragged him along to the mall to help her find the perfect dress for Jeonghan's wedding, and with nothing better to do he had agreed.

She had stepped out of the dressing room in a one shoulder satin maxi dress, fitting perfectly on her body. It was a simple dress, no ruffles, no sequins, no lace. Just a plain satin dress; but somehow she made it look like it was worth far more than the tag attached at the seams.

Mingyu remembered his heart skipping a beat that day, the breath in his lungs didn't seem enough as he took in her beauty.

He didn't know what triggered it, maybe it was the constant talks of the wedding, but his brain was instantly flooded with the thought of being the one at the end of the aisle – waiting for her as she made her way down in a white dress.

This soon then spiraled to thoughts of a married life with her; spending the rest of his life with his best friend.

It took him nearly a week to snap out of this day dream, his mind constantly wandering back to that day and the whirlwind of emotions that hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Have you at least thought about what you want for dinner?" She laughed; bringing him back to reality.

"Poke probably." Mingyu muttered.

"Sh.. the fish can hear you." She feigned shock as another school of silver fish swam by her toes.

"Yummy yummy fish." He cooed.

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Sitting atop of the roof of the car, the two picked at the various small bowls for cubed fresh cut of the day that they had picked up from the local market – humming in content each time they took a bite.

Instead of meeting the rest of the group for dinner, Mingyu and Y/n agreed it would be best to simply pick up the poke he had originally suggested as opposed to racing back to the city.

Watching the sunset while parked by the sand was far better than the chaos, anyways. The two needing a break from all the voices that seemed to always talk over one another.

"Hold still," He picked up his phone and pointed it at her. "This would look good on my story."

While they sat in silence, digesting the dinner they had just finished not too long ago, Mingyu couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked under the soft orange and yellow hues of the sun that had dipped halfway into the horizon – illuminating her face in a new light.

Both metaphorically and literally.

Without a second thought, the girl listened to him – holding her pose of looking straight into the shoreline, a soft smile on her face. "Lemme see." She held her hand out as he handed her his device. "Send this to me."

Mingyu swallowed as his heart battled with his brain to do the unthinkable.

Maybe it was the fact that they had spent the whole day alone, acting as though they were still around their friends – pretending.

Or the fact that this his trip had given him a glimpse of what his life would be if they were actually together, the flirting, the hand holding, the soft whispers, waking up to her in the morning; the sweet moments he yearned for.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was because he's been wanting this for so long – unable to hold off any longer.

"Bug?" Her head tilted to the side, seeing the gears turn behind his eyes.

There goes that nickname.

The one that they have sworn to use just as part of the act that soon became a part of their daily vocabulary. Even when it was just the two of them.

"Let me just–" His mumbled, leaning down – which wasn't hard as they were already only inches apart, capturing her lips in his.

She didn't pause.

She didn't push him away.

In fact, she kissed him back.

Bringing a hand to cup her face, Mingyu moved his lips against hers slowly. He had been dreaming of this for a while now, and he could have sworn he thought their first kiss would be much rougher – thinking he would be hungry for her lips.

But this moment was delicate. He knew that it could all come crashing down the minute he pulled away, so he proceeded it with caution – his thumb caressing her cheek as his tongue swiped her bottom lip for permission.

She allowed it.

Mingyu's head was spinning at this point, wanting nothing else but to stay in this moment forever.

But he knew he couldn't.

They needed air.

Pulling away, Mingyu swallowed; preparing himself to receive an earful from her.

Instead she sat in silence, blinking at him.

He had fucked up.

"I'm sorry." He croaked.

Mingyu knew that if he wasn't the first one to speak up, she would let the tension swallow them whole – leaving them to drive back to the hotel without uttering a single word to each other.

"I think we should head back." She cleared her throat, scooting towards the moon roof they had slipped through.

"Hey–" He placed a hand on her shoulder.

She turned her head, lips pale. It was clear that she had regretted what had happened, a lump forming in Mingyu's throat as the worst had finally come.

"What?" Y/n asked softly.

"Just wanted to see if you were foaming at the mouth." Mingyu joked. "Since I have rabies and all..."

A small smile formed on her face, a wave of relief washing over him. "You're so fucking stupid." Y/n ducked into the car.

"No rabies?" Mingyu called out.

"Get in the damn car, Mingyu." She called back.

They were going to be alright.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

For the first time in a while, she was confused.

She should have listened to the voice in her head when it had warned her that pretending to date her best friend was a bad idea.

At her ripe age of twenty six, she should have known this would happen.

Maybe it was the close proximity, or the fact that they had spent the whole day absentmindedly pretending to be a couple despite none of their usual audience being around, or maybe it was that he kissed her.

No.

They made out.

Either way, her mind was in a mess.

It wasn't like she's never had feelings for him before.

But the last time didn't count.

They were in high school — and everyone had a crush on him.

It was tiny crush that she had soon gotten over when she met her first boyfriend.

But this time was different.

There was more on the line.

Their friendship, their whole group's dynamic.... and Seungcheol.

The man who had been the main reason why she was in this predicament in the first place.

A part of her wanted to dismiss the moment atop of their car as a moment of weakness, the sunset and island hypnotizing the both of them.

Besides, it was Mingyu. He had plenty of girls in line, waiting to get a chance with him.

He must have simply been caught up in the moment.

If it was anything genuine, he would have acted differently instead of jumping back into the sense of normality as they drove back to the hotel.

But no, he made a joke out of it all.

It was a mistake to both of them.

But another part of her wanted it to be real – falling into the trap of their own acting.

While he had excused himself to the hotel gym, to work out with Joshua and Soonyoung, y/n was left with her thoughts – wanting nothing more but to silence it all.

She didn't want Mingyu, even if his actions was everything she wished for in a man.

It was– It had to be Seungcheol.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

It was as if the universe read her mind, opening the door to see him standing with a plushie in hand – nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"Hi." He greeted softly, holding the t-rex stuffed toy out. "I uh– it reminded me of you."

If her mind wasn't a mess before, it sure was in pure chaos now.

It reminded him of her.

She recalled back to the one good week they had. No fighting, no tears, no mixed signals.

She had come down with a nasty cold and he had doted on her while she was bed ridden – staying over at her apartment to nurse her back to health.

They had spent that whole week binge watching all the installments of Jurassic Park, cuddling on her bed despite her protests of not wanting to pass whatever virus she had come down to him.

He didn't care for it, showering her with kisses.

"Thank you." Y/n accepted the plush.

She picked up on his nervousness, stepping aside to let him in. "Is everything okay?"

He nodded, bringing his hand to scratch the back of his neck – trying to find the right words to say. "I– I want to say sorry. For all of it. The pain, the confusion..... I– I'm sorry for being a dick."

"It's fi–"

"It's not." Seungcheol shook his head. "I had some senses knocked in me and–"

Y/n watched as he licked his lips, pacing in front of her before he came to a stop.

"It's you." He breathed. "I– I choose you."

Her world came into a halt.

The metaphorical glass shattering.

"What?"

"That night, when you asked me to choose, I– I shouldn't have hesitated. I should have stopped you. I'm sorry." He continued, pain evident in his eyes.

He was being genuine.

Y/n tried to search for any signs of lies on his face, unable to comprehend the words that left his lips.

This was the moment she had finally been waiting for, but why was she so afraid?

"I know an apology can't fix it. But if you'll allow it–" Seungcheol hesitantly took her hand in his, giving it a squeeze. "If you'll take me back, I'll spend however long trying to prove that it's you."

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