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I recently reached 700 followers and as a thank you, I decided to open drabble requests for seventeen, using this prompt list..

Rules:

• I’ll be using these prompts only for Seventeen.
• Send in the prompt number along withe the member of choice
• These requests are closing when I reach 20 requests.
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20:23 (i love you so.)

pairings: kim mingyu x g/n reader

genre: angst, some fluff, mutual pining, (un)requited love, reader likes lying to themselves, exes but also !soulmate au?

wc:1.7k

(a/n: kind of my first serious drabble on this blog, ya’ll i dont even know what this is. i just blacked out and started typing shit at 1 am last night. was originally supposed to be around 20k aka a full length fic but hmm. gyuldaengies i am here to inform all of you with regret that i am one of you now /j. music inspo for this was ‘i love you so’ by the walters, feel free to listen to it as you read this steaming mess! special thanks to @beyoncesdragonand@praninllove for being the sweetest hypepeople ever pls)

Loneliness strikes the hardest when one hopes for company.

You nearly trip on the extension box uselessly lying on the floor with oodles of wire splayed out uselessly. You had forgotten to reel it back in after using it for your laptop last night. Who in their right mind lived in a bedroom with a singular plug point? You briefly reminisce about Seungkwan nearly punching the life out of your landlord before moving out of this apartment the both of you had originally agreed on cohabiting. The tiny smile that makes your lips curl up is involuntary but definitely not unwelcome. Where was he anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be here with Chan already? You whip out your phone and cradle it between your head and your neck before squatting down to reel all the excess, neglected wire from the extension box back in.

The phone rings, and it doesn’t take long for your best friend of five years to pick up and growl unabashedly.

“We’re still on our way, (name). Stop calling!”

Your neck cracks, and the mobile almost slips as you whip your head to look at the clock on your wall. “On your way from where, Jeju? What in the world is taking you so long?”

There is a windy yell followed by a smack on the other end of the line. You also hear lots of panting, and that’s when it clicks.

“You’re..walking to my place.”

“Our ride broke down.” It’s Chan’s voice in your ear now.

“Well damn.” You get up and dust your pants a little before shoving the cursed wire filled box under your bed with your right foot. You really didn’t care how convenient it was at this point, you were never going to use it again for the foreseeable future. “How far along are you?”

“We’re on the bridge!”

Too late for them to go back then. Maybe they could crash at your place for the night before they got their crap together, it wasn’t like they lived ten minutes apart from you after all. You tell them this, and they agree. You end the call after you hear Seungkwan threatening to hurl Chan off the bridge for walking close enough to him to constantly end up stepping on his toes.

It’s hard not to let their chaos affect you. You feel a little ready to have fun, a little young and reckless despite all of that dreary paperwork sitting on your coffee table. Most of it was due on Monday. Was today Friday already? ‘Course it was, that was why Seungkwan and Chan were coming over. Movie nights were a tradition the three of you had followed since your university days no matter how hard life was going down on you. It was a tradition you followed even when you were at your worst, why would you jam the brakes on it when the only thing holding you back was an ugly stack of papers?

You weren’t inherently an organized person, but you were willing to try every once in a while. You scuttle around the apartment, intently scouring all the rooms for anything out of place. Existing seemed a little easier on days like these, days when you didn’t have to worry about everything at once. Days like these were like a hot balloon slowly drooping down to the ground just for you. You could climb on and feel lighter, you could feel yourself float away from everything that haunted you on all the nights you couldn’t will yourself to go to sleep.

The doorbell rings. Pizza guy or your friends?

It was neither of them. Your hot balloon deflates a little, and then it pops, harshly flinging you back into reality.

“Oh.”

Why was hehere?

Mingyu’s eyes widen when they fall upon you. He looks confused, a little frustrated even. He’s dressed to impress, with his hair neatly slicked back and a (riskily positioned) Rolex on his wrist. Heat rushes to your neck, because you’re suddenly growing very aware of your messy bun, your bare face and your unbelievably embarrassing Totoro pajamas. The primal urge to pat yourself down was growing exponentially by the minute.

You resort to staring blankly at the unopened bottle of wine with a pink bow around its neck dangling from his hand for almost a full minute before you look up at his denim jacket and clear your throat. “Can I help you?”

The confusion in your voice seems to stir him out of a stupor you didn’t know he was trapped in. He was fumbling for his phone now. “Sorry uh, I think I got the wrong door. I had no idea you lived here.”

His tone is a little distant, just like yours. You wonder when your friends would swoop in to save you from this mess of an interaction.

“Okay.”

Mingyu looks the same. It’s not like a person could drastically morph into a stranger in such a short span of time. Interacting with him was inevitable with that soul bond you both had. You two were always somehow bumping into each other at the worst places and times imaginable. That split he had razored into his eyebrow that you had noticed for the very first time when you had catastrophically rammed your trolley into his very full one at the convenience store nearly a week ago was still there. Maybe it had dulled a little, you couldn’t tell. You make the rookie mistake of unconsciously looking for that ever present mole on his cheek, and you almost bite the tip of your tongue when something familiar, something so delicate and longing threatens to seize your breath.

The opposite poles of a magnet were meant to pull each other with a lot of force, but what if they didn’t want that? Ironic. Mingyu did feel like everything you could ever possibly want, but why did he also feel like something too good to be true, something you could never have?

You’re brought back from your reverie when he coughs a little into his fist before the call connects and he raises the slightly cracked screen of his phone to his lips. “Hi babe, I think I got your door number wrong? Was it not 314?”

He was probably on a date then. Was it okay to assume? You’ve never heard him call any of his friends “babe”, so. It didn’t really matter to you anyways. It was another one of those silly little mistakes, him colliding with your day like this. He was going to leave soon, you could go back to waiting for Seungkwan and Chan, and before long, the three of you would be buried neck deep in the plot of a chunky psychological thriller. Everything was going to be fine, you weren’t going to let this ruin your day anymore.

“314? I’m at 314 though?” He’s still here, and he’s still on the phone. His hands were moving a little too wildly for someone carrying a wine bottle. Why was he even holding the neck of the bottle like it was the hilt of a sword? Wasn’t he supposed to be holding the body?

Foreshadowing was one hell of a bitch. You were right, unbearably so. There were glass shards everywhere, and all you saw was red. You weren’t seeing red because you were mad, there was red wine all over the welcome carpet right at the entrance of your apartment.

“Fuck.” He’s bending down haphazardly, panic lacing his actions. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t-”

“That’s alright.” You’re almost swatting him away from the ground, away from all those glass shards. The last thing you wanted to do with your time tonight was spend it with Kim Mingyu at the E.R. “I’ll clean this up, don’t worry.”

Don’t worry? You mentally curse yourself for sounding so stupid as you walk further into your apartment to get a dish filled with water, a wet rag and some disinfectant to get rid of all the sour wine smell. He’s still standing outside when you return, and you’re positive he’s staring at you when you messily fold your sleeves to start tidying up the floor, to start tidying up the pandemonium threatening to spill from the broken wine bottle inside your heart. “You don’t have to run late to your-” you catch yourself in time-”whatever, the bottle technically crashed inside my apartment, I can fix that myself. Just buy a new one or something.”

Maybe this was all you could do for him. A man you once knew, a man you (once, emphasis on the once) loved. You could let him go. You could clean up the mess you were maybe partially responsible for and wish him the best.

Maybe this was the only way you could care now.

Mingyu’s eyes narrow a little at your words. You try not to groan audibly when he (finally) steps inside and crouches down right beside you. Your shoulders are touching, the proximity is too much for you, and you try not to pop a vein when he pulls out a wet rag from a bucket and starts collecting all the small, dangerous glass pieces with quick, deft movements. This was out of your hands then, the fucker was definitely going to stain his denim-fuelled ensemble now.

“Ibroke the bottle inside yourplace, it doesn’t make sense for you to be doing this.”

Cool. How were you going to tell him you were doing it because you wanted him to be gone as quickly as possible and not because you didn’t want him running late for his date? It’s a little too domestic for your taste, the both of you hastily arguing over which corners of the room you were going to cover. It was waytoo domestic, the way he had to stretch his arm over your shoulder and pick up an ugly piece of green glass you had previously missed. You try your best to not grow comfortable, you try not to let the warmth from his demeanor seep into your bones.

You fail miserably.

“(name).”

“Mm?”

“It’s not a date. she’s just a friend.”

Your heart cracks a little. A bitter laugh bubbles from your lips as you throw down a fresh rag on a particularly wine-soaked spot a little too aggressively for your taste.

“Right. I never asked, though.”

Request:

is it okay to request a mingyu 7 minutes in heaven but instead of just 7 mins he locked the door from the inside and you guys just started making out hehe (i am sorry he just makes me feel a lot of things eversince DE tour started)

» truly only realized how long these have been under works when I saw the mention of DE tour………. anon if you’re still here I hope you like this

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When Seungkwan had pulled the two paper slips from the hat, he immediately turned to look at Mingyu with a meaningful look. “You guys better play by the rules. Mingyu and Y/N.”

You raised your eyebrows, and Mingyu gave his friend a toothy grin while standing up, helping you up as well. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I just mean,” Seungkwan began while you and Mingyu entered the room - a small walk-in closet - that you used as the heaven, and when Seungkwan heard the lock click, he sighed, “that.”

Laughing, you smacked Mingyu’s chest in the darkness of the room, and felt your breath hitch in your throat when he placed his hands on your waist, his thumbs slowly moving on the center of your upper body. 

“How long do you plan on being here?” you asked quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck; the two of you had had something going on for quite a while, so the touch was natural and you could already feel your heart fluttering, and it only intensified when Mingyu pulled you closer, all the way until you could feel his breath on your face and his muscles against you.

“However long is necessary,” he said, his voice the slightest bit lower than usual, and the next thing you knew was his lips against yours, soft yet passionate.

While taken by a surprise, you quickly got one of your hands into his hair and eagerly replied to the kiss while pulling him closer, which only resulted in Mingyu backing you into the nearest wall, his hands slowly moving down to your hips, from where they moved to slide into your back pockets.

You grinned into the kiss and slowly slid one hand down Mingyu’s body to touch his pecs and abs through his shirt before sliding underneath the piece of clothing. Mingyu swallowed hard at that, and you could feel him squeezing your butt a little while kissing you with even more passion.

Moving your fingers on his skin was getting you heated up, and you soon found yourself teasing his lips with your tongue, turning the kiss deeper once he parted his lips enough. Your heart was racing and so was his, and the two of you truly forgot where you were while getting lost in each other.

You made out passionately for a good while until there was a knock on the door, at which you instinctively pulled away.

“Time’s up,” you could hear Seungkwan say, but grinned as you shook your head despite knowing he wouldn’t see.

“We’ll be out… later,” you said loud enough for it to be heard through the door before leaning to Mingyu’s ear, your breath on his skin making the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. “Pick me up.”

A few seconds later you were up with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your hips and his lips eagerly against yours as you kept your hands on his shoulder and in his hair, your back resting against the wall.

Whatever it was that was going on between the two of you, as you found yourselves attracted to one another much like magnets, seemed like it would be turning into something more sooner or later. However, with how heated the kisses were turning, it was looking more and more like the turning point of your relationship was coming soon.

Feeling yourself getting a bit tooexcited with his hungry lips against yours and his hands touching your butt and thighs appreciatively, you grinned and nibbled lightly on Mingyu’s lower lip before pulling away from the kiss.

“I think we should stop before we…” you began, catching your breath, and grinned at Mingyu despite not seeing him; you completely missed just how dazed he looked, practically intoxicated from kissing you.

“Yeah,” he said quietly after swallowing and letting you down. Before you were able to step away, he leaned in for one more deep, long kiss, from which he pulled away slowly, keeping his forehead lightly against yours after. “Would you like to…”

“Leave together soon? Yeah,” you grinned and were unable to wipe it off your face, in particular when you heard Mingyu let out a relieved sigh. “The sooner we get out of here the sooner we can leave.”

With that, the two of you left the closet, greeted by some dramatic booing and playful questions that you ignored with small smirks on your faces. Seeing Mingyu grab a pillow from the couch before sitting down next to you, you snorted and leaned your head against his shoulder.

“We can leave anytime.”

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ෆ fic synopsis: kim mingyu’s trouble with luck makes you think you’re being played by him after failing to meet on every. single. date. what does it take for the two of you to finally meet in person?
ෆ pairing: kmg x reader (gn)
ෆ fic genre: humor, romance
ෆ preview warnings: cursing, food
ෆ preview wc: 1.6k (full fic is an estimated 7-15k)
ෆ a/n: here is the preview to chapter one of another fic i’m excited to share with you all. this one is dedicated to the best boy and the awkward phase glow-ups. please lmk down below or in my asks/dms if you would like to be on the taglist - whatever you’re most comfortable with! i’m aiming to post the full fic in june or july :0)

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chapter one: past (preview)

DK is positive that if he sneezed, the puff of air that shoots out of his nose would be strong enough to knock over the guy he is currently helping hold steady.

But Kim Mingyu – tall, lanky, and irrationally stubborn, refuses to accept help from his obviously more capable roommate. He stands on his makeshift stepladder and attempts to shimmy out his giant hard-shell suitcase he somehow managed to store at the top of his closet the day he moved into the dorm. However, the only thing Mingyu seems to be taking out of his closet is the dust that collected on top of his belongings, and DK is trying his very best not to sneeze.

Who would have thought that Kim Mingyu would be built like one of those wavy inflatable tube guys you see while driving past car dealerships on the highway? His little self-intro on the university roommates request page painted him to be an outgoing type of guy – likes photography, running, and dogs; dislikes people who are rude to waiters, bad vibes, and heights. His profile picture was an aesthetic photo of him in some art museum in Europe. Mingyu turned out to be exactly who and how he described himself. However, had DK or Minghao known their literal pre-serum Steve Roger roommate wasn’t who they thought him to physically be, they would’ve assigned him to the loft bed with the standing closet when they were deciding bedspaces before moving into their dorms.

Now, DK can only stand behind his roommate with his two hands gripped firmly around the wooden chair’s backrest and hope the suitcase doesn’t take his roommate out before the mosquitos from wherever Mingyu is heading do.

For starters, it’s hard to believe a college sophomore – one who has to sleep on the bottom bunk because the floor is closer to the humidifier – is going on a journey to some place where he probably couldn’t restock on his precious Aquaphor that he has to slug onto his cracked heels every night and then protect with his aloe-infused fluffy bed socks. Mingyu is physically weak. He is like a Basset Hound puppy who keeps tripping on its long ears because it still needs to grow into them. He is a Victorian child experiencing EDM for the first time. He is the school Wi-Fi when everybody is back from vacation. A Lego Man figurine is probably more built than Kim Mingyu in every single physical aspect – and that is not an overstatement.

And his luck – oh, how unlucky Kim Mingyu can be at times.

Minghao, their third roommate, tells him its puberty, but Kim Mingyu’s hardhead firmly believes he is the unluckiest man in the world. Puberty, Minghao reminds him. He’s simply going through puberty. It just doesn’t seem like it because his growth spurt arrived ages before his puberty did. Mingyu digresses.

It is a bunch of small, often uncomfortable or inconvenient, occurrences bundled into one that leads Mingyu to believe he has somehow been cursed. Setting off the fire alarm after using the new microwave in their floor’s common room? In reality, some kid snuck in an illegal rice cooker and forgot to open the window while cooking some rice. Sleeping past an alarm the day after he accidentally stepped on a crack in the sidewalk? He didn’t know he accidentally set his alarm as P.M. instead of A.M.. His clumsiness? He wears clothes in sizes either too big or too small for his body. He’s never heard of tailoring before.

Mingyu claims his curse started when he was dared to download an Ouija Board app on his phone on the bus ride home from one of his high school field trips. DK reminds him that where there is a cause, there is an effect. 

So, when Mingyu abruptly announces to his two roommates that he’s leaving in the middle of the semester for some Eat, Pray, Love type of trip with his rich aunt, the two roommates can only ask why and whether or not rent is going to be more expensive given that there would technically only be two roommates instead of three:

“I dunno-” Mingyu picks up his sub, trying to adjust his grip so the tomato slices don’t slip out when he takes a bite. “I think it’ll be a nice change.”

DK gawks at him while Minghao looks through his tote bag for a hair tie. Mingyu shrugs and brings the sandwich to his lips. A tomato slice slips out from the backend and lands on the ceramic plate. Mingyu sighs and sets his sandwich back down on his plate and opens it to tuck the tomato slice back into place.

The most level-headed of the trio, DK, stares at the guy who sleeps below him reattempt to take a successful bite of his sandwich. Minghao, whose long hair is now tied in a manbun, twirls his fork around his plate of spaghetti.

“You know it’s bad for your scalp if you tie your hair too tightly,” Mingyu gestures to his own head to show Minghao. There are bread crumbs in the corner of his lips, and some sauce on his fingers. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean before taking another bite.

Minghao ignores him and stares outside the window at the family of ducks making their way into the shade outside of the dormitory dining hall.

A nice change is what newly divorced couples say in movies. A nice change is giving your childhood bedroom a makeover. A nice change is when Mingyu finally takes off his damn braces so he doesn’t spit on people while he talks. DK reckons it’s because Mingyu is having trouble adjusting to adulthood. He’s a second-year going through what Minghao calls a “prolonged puberty experience,” but DK thinks that all Mingyu needs is time. He has the braces, the lisp, and the inability to act normal in front of crushes. It’s normal. Everybody moves at their own pace. All Mingyu needs is a little confidence and a major glow-up.  

“You said you’re going with your aunt?” DK pinches a fry between his fingers and decides to drop it back down. “What about our dorm and school?”

Outside, a Resident Director leads a group of elementary school students on a tour around the dormitory area. The students look around the several tall dormitories and point at the ducks when they see them. The teachers who walk behind their students are too busy staring at their phones to care if the students chase after the animals.

“Hey, do you think ducks are easy to pick up?” Xu Minghao gently sets his fork down and cups his hands, placing them side-by-side. He looks at his imaginary bowl, “They look like they’ll fit perfectly in my hands, yunno. Perfectly scoopable.”

“My aunt isn’t married and doesn’t have any kids so she says she’ll give me her money if I travel with her,” Mingyu chews with his mouth open and pauses to wash it down with some milk. He exhales and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Something about going on a journey to prove that material wealth isn’t all there is in the world.”

Having lost his appetite, DK pushes his plate of fries away from him. He asks Mingyu, “Isn’t it counterproductive because you need money to travel the world?”

“Ehh,” Mingyu slinks in his seat, but reaches over to grab some of the abandoned fries. “But don’t worry about my grades. I’ll be studying abroad and will probably be back in time for graduation. Hopefully my credits can transfer. And my aunt is paying for my dorm so you guys don’t have to worry about paying more.”

“And the school is okay with you paying even through you’re not going to be here?”

“Universities don’t care as long as they’re earning money,” Minghao huffs and stabs a meatball with his fork. “But God forbid I take more than three free yoga classes at the rec center and all of a sudden I’m banned for the rest of the month.”

A new group of friends set their bags down at the table next to where the trio are sitting. One of them seems to recognize DK and politely waves at him before catching up with their friends to line up for food. DK smiles and waves back – he only met them a few days ago.

“I- I think taking that trip will be good for me,” Mingyu stutters when he realizes he has been staring at DK’s friend the entire time. His eyes quickly travel back to looking at his best friend’s fries. He fidgets his fingers before reaching for another one, “Maybe I can meet some new people, learn a few things, and bulk up from all the traveling I’ll be doing.”

Minghao opens the dorm door and enters with a duck tucked under his arm, American football style. He makes his way over to his desk and drops off a few textbooks. DK swears the duck looked at him straight in the eye.

“Yn said you should come to the beach hangout on Saturday,” he tells DK while grabbing his water bottle and yoga mat.

“I’ll think about it,” DK is still staring at the duck who seems perfectly content with being held by the Second Year.

Minghao shrugs and swings the mat over his shoulder. The duck quacks, and Minghao waves goodbye before exiting their shared room. Mingyu, who successfully managed to start pulling out his suitcase from an angle, sneezes and pushes it back into place.  

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how mingyu says “i love you” for the first time

you catch a glimpse of his shadow by the window near your own and you start to wonder why his lights are still on and the vibrations on your wall isn’t helping with the headache that is currently pounding your temples in pain. you’ve been forcing yourself to sleep for the past hour but your neighbour had an agenda of his own and now here you are, sporting a headache and the bubbling anger within you is soon to make an appearance if he doesn’t shut up in the next minute.

you see, it wasn’t always like this. you got along with your neighbour, mingyu was warm and sweet, liked to help you bring your groceries up to your apartment, greeted your dog like his own and he even went as far as cooking you a meal once in a while when he made “too much”. but somehow, along the way, his attitude shifted and gone were the days he warmed your heart.

the crash of a bed frame took you out of your trance, and you decided it was time to be an asshole in return. you grabbed your hoodie and placed it over you and next, you took your phone in hand with 911 already typed out on your screen.

you walk to his apartment clad in pyjama bottoms and your hoodie, and you knock. you knock so furiously that it doesn’t take him much time to open his door with drooping eyes and a boyish smirk on his face.

“oh hey neighbour,” his voice slurs and you instantly get a whiff of the alcohol reeking from his sweat soaked body. “can you please for the love of god keep it down?” you plead, tears already lining your eyes because one, you hated confrontations and two, you’re goddamn tired from the hell week your boss put you through. the endless samples he assigned you to analyse and the not to mention the missing samples that disappeared from the PCR machine.

“oh come on neighbour it’s my birthday, give me some slack,” he grins goofily and if you weren’t so angry at his being, you heart would’ve swooned at the sight but it didn’t. you raise your hand up where your phone is and you click your screen.

“what the fuck, did you just call 911?”

“you bet,” you smirk, walking away from your neighbour and leaving him gobsmacked and sobered.

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he’s still annoyed with you. he’s annoyed at the fact that you called the cops on him after having too many drinks and blasting music until the early hours of the morning. he took advantage of the fact that his neighbours adored him, bar you, and the fact that your neighbours are all elderly people that use hearing aids.

he catches a glimpse of you in the elevator and he almost backs away but when he sees you struggling with a box, his conscience tells him to help you even though he knows how he gets on your nerves.

“new furniture?” he asks, taking your box easily into his arms and you almost complain but your arms are tired and your body is exhausted beyond relief. you don’t answer him and he doesn’t bother pressing you on any further. when you finally arrive on your floor, you expected him to drop it off by your feet and walk over to his own apartment but to your surprise, he walks ahead of you and waits for you to open the door.

“where do you want me to put this?” he peers over at you and that’s when he notices the bags under your eyes and your sunken cheeks. “have you been eating properly?” he places the box in the living room and he makes his way to your kitchen to snoop around. he finds different take away boxes and he notes how your fridge is almost empty.

“you’re eating at my apartment, let’s go,” he grabs your hand and you don’t have any energy to protest so you let him lead you into his apartment. you even let him sit you down on the kitchen counter and he proceeds to busy himself with preparing your first meal of the day. you didn’t mean to skip your meals, but the lab was just so busy this week that you forgot to take them altogether.

this wasn’t new to you. he used to make you meals while you were clad in his oversized t-shirt, fresh out of the shower while you ogled his bare back. he’d often turn around and give you his infamous smirks which made your heart skip a few beats in return.

“how long has it been since your last meal?” he looks over his shoulder for a second and you avoid his gaze and shrug instead. you hear him sigh, and he turns off the stove momentarily. mingyu walks over to stand in front of you. he slots himself between your thighs, rubbing soft circles on them as he coaxes you to look at him.

“come on sweetheart, won’t you look at me?” he whispers, leaning down to catch your eyes with his own and when he finally does, he sees your tearful face and he suddenly regrets being the meanest ex-boyfriend to exist. “why’d you have to turn into such an asshole?” you sob, smacking his chest with your fist. he grabs your wrists and he pulls you into him. your body shakes with every tear you let out and he lets you cling on to him as if your life depended on it, as if he was the only person that can keep you afloat.

“i-i didn’t mean to,” he huffs out, instantly regretting his words because nothing he can say or do can justify how he treated you after your hasty break up. your relationship lasted as they all do, but the mess that came afterwards caused a rift between you and mingyu and it was never the same.

“you’re an ass,” you sniffle, removing yourself from his embrace and he instantly grabs ahold of your cheeks. he wipes your remaining tears with his thumbs and you bask in the warmth from his hands and you almost melt in his hold.

“i love you,” he says out of the blue. your heart beats rapidly at his words that he failed to utter when you were still together.

“b-but didn’t you have someone over last night?” you gasp, tears starting to line your eyes again. he looks as you in confusion first and a sign of relief takes over his face once he realises what you were talking about.

“i’m pretty sure that was wonwoo and his girlfriend,” he grimaces, making a mental note to change his sheets before he sleeps.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

you sniffle again and he helps you wipe your tears from your face.

“so you love me?”

“you don’t say.”