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MASTERLIST

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Reader

Warnings: none <3

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it? Catching feelings for your best friend is never easy.

A/N: If you like this story, please throw in a reblog lol. Inspired by true events. Obsessed with the quirky lil idea of bestfriend!Mingyu <3 this is also posted on my marvel account (@capwogers).

Oh God, please don’t walk this way, please don’t wa-

“Oh, hey Mingyu!” The crack in your voice betrayed your attempt at a casual greeting, despite your efforts to disguise it with a cough. “How’s it-- how’s it hanging?” 

“You good?” Mingyu smiled at you but his eyebrow quirked upwards in concern. “I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for tonight?” His concern faded into a wide grin as you nodded in response. Mingyu gave you a quick goodbye before walking away towards his next class. 

As soon as you saw him turn into the classroom, you turned to face your closed locker, letting out a groan before setting your forehead against it. Mingyu had asked if you were good, and although you nodded, the butterflies in your stomach threatened to give you away. You were very much not good. 

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see your friend Minghao. “What did Mingyu do this time?” Minghao asked. For the last month, every interaction with Mingyu -- there have been a lot -- ended this way: a groan of defeat and a few welted lines on your forehead from holding your head against your locker. You turned to give Minghao a dirty look, annoyed by the amused smirk on his face.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed, finally lifting your head up to talk to him. You opened your locker as you talked, not wanting to make eye contact with Minghao as you confessed your feelings. “He just… smiled… and everything went downhill from there.” You rolled your eyes as Minghao laughed. “It’s getting worse, I have no idea how I’m going to get through tonight.”

Minghao laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well we’ll all be there,” he offered. “And if it makes you feel better, no one’s even noticed. Just act normal and you’ll be fine.” He shrugged his shoulders as if that was the easiest thing to do. But you couldn’t act normal anymore, not with Mingyu. Not when normal means resting your head against his shoulder every time he makes you laugh. Not when normal means borrowing his clothes when he tells you to stay the night every time a study session runs too long. Not when normal means wearing the extra sweater he keeps for you because you always forget yours.

Normal was when you didn’t feel butterflies everytime he looked at you, before your curious heart got the better of you and you began to wonder what it might be like to hold his hand. Now, things were just weird. At least for you. Nothing on the surface had changed, no one noticed how your heart rate picked up every time Mingyu touched you, or how you suddenly felt hot whenever he winked at you. But inside your heart was navigating uncharted territory in your friendship, trying to traipse along the thin line that separated how things have always been and how you suddenly wish things could be.

Pulling your textbook out of your locker, you shut the locker door a just a little bit more aggressively than necessary. Minghao gave you a small hug before linking grabbing your arm to drag you to your next class. 

For the rest of the day, you found it impossible to focus on anything. Instead of taking down notes on George Orwell in English, you found yourself absentmindedly doodling hearts. Everything just reminded you of Mingyu and your own confusing feelings. Thankfully, you didn’t share any classes with him today, leaving you just enough solitude to think about just why you were so frustrated with yourself.

Logically, you knew there was nothing wrong with having a crush on someone. You’ve had plenty of crushes before, a few of which reflected a temporary lapse in judgement on your part. You remember telling Mingyu about each of them, gushing about the most basic acts of human decency as he rolled his eyes and told you that you deserve someone better, but nevertheless helping you pick up the pieces every time someone broke your heart. That, you realized, was what scared you the most.

If you were to date, and then break up… well who would be there with kind words and your favorite boba when everything fell apart? The thought of losing your best friend over emotions, feelings, left far too much to chance. Was the idea of holding his hand, of hearing him call you his enough to make you risk the friendship that has always been enough for you? It should be enough for you, you reminded yourself. There was too much on the line and not enough guarantee for you to risk it.

With that determination in mind, you steeled yourself for the rest of the day, determined to put your feelings to rest and go back to normal.

Unfortunately, that plan quickly fell through.

You got to the restaurant a half hour late with only a really good nap to blame. You felt bad that your friends were waiting for you, but when you got there, you found an empty spot next to Mingyu, where your usual order of ramen was waiting and against your will, the butterflies flew rampant. The noodle that hit Mingyu’s nose as he ate while waving you over made you laugh as you sat down beside him.

“I got you your usual,” Mingyu explained in between bites. You smiled and thanked him before digging in. Mingyu had done this for you many times, and you willed your body to fight against the flutter of your heart. 

Thankfully, the rest of your dinner was going well, and everyone had plenty of stories to tell. Minghao had begun doing portraits of people in distress and revealed his latest piece -- a portrait of Mingyu slurping up a noodle only to get a rogue drop of soup in his eye. Jeonghan and Seokmin were fighting over something petty yet again, but of course they tried to keep it civil (they were fine again by the end of the night) so no one would have to pick sides. Seungcheol teased Mingyu about the B that he made on his literature exam yesterday over poetry and Mingyu’s face turned beet red. 

“Hey,” Mingyu began, attempting to defend himself. “I totally could’ve made a perfect score. I was just distracted.” He shrunk down in his seat a little bit, and the rest of you laughed teasingly.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Seungcheol continued. “You’ve been drawing little hearts all over your notes, dude, it’s unsettling.” He rolled his eyes and took another bite of his food, swirling his fork around the bowl trying to grab as much noodle as possible. 

Across the table, you and Minghao made eye contact, a look of surprise between the both of you. You tried to signal him to say something before a weird silence fell on the table, but he was not reading your cues. Thankfully, Mingyu spoke again.

“H-hearts?” He repeated. “Why would I be drawing hearts on my notes?” Although he tried to play it off, the rise in pitch gave him away. He scrunched his face in exaggeration.

“Actually,” Chan began. “Now that I think about it, you were doing that in chemistry class too.” You glanced over at Mingyu who looked at you with panic in his eyes. You took a long sip of water, suddenly feeling a layer of sweat form at the back of your neck. “Wonder what that’s about.” He shrugged and turned to Jeonghan asking if he wanted to split a slice of cheesecake with him.

Before Mingyu had a chance to try to defend himself once again, the waitress appeared. “Are you all ready for the check?” she asked.

“Yeah, but we’re splitting the check,” Seungcheol replied. Jeonghan rolled his eyes in response. “What? Just because I’m rich does not mean I have to share the wealth.”

The waitress nodded in response. As he was leaving Mingyu called her back. “Oh wait,” he called. “I’ll also be paying for this order,” he gestured to your bowl. She smiled at him and headed for the counter.

“Gyu,” you smiled. “I have money, I can pay for myself.” Although Mingyu usually had to order for you, he didn’t usually pay for you, unless it was a special occasion.

“I know, I just wanted to be nice,” he responded, giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “Plus, you seem like you’ve had a rough week. Every time I see you, you seem to be lost in thought. What’s been on your mind?” The sentence came out casually, but the furrow in his brows revealed how concerned he actually has been. Mingyu was nothing if not observant.

You let out a sigh, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to lie to Mingyu, but you also didn’t want to tell him the truth, that you were thinking about him-- well, your feelings for him. Just when it seemed like he had backed you into a corner, however, the waitress had returned with the checks, and the question left unanswered.

After dinner, the six of you went to Seungcheol’s house to watch a movie. He had a home theater and loved to remind everyone about it. Not that any of you minded, especially if it got you free popcorn and a movie out of it. Every week, a different person got to select the movie and today, unfortunately, was Minghao’s turn. 

You loved him, of course, but you absolutely detested his taste in movies. Mostly because he was a horror junkie, and you were absolutely not. His last few turns however had been spent making sure you all had seen all of the Shrek movies. But today, he actually picked a horror film. Something about demons and the like. Chan and Jeonghan cheered at his selection as Seungcheol groaned. You settled into the couch in the back of the room and grabbed a blanket. Seungcheol and Joshua sat together on a couch, and Jeonghan sat on the floor in front of Seungcheol’s seat, the perfect spot to be able to scare him with a single touch on his leg.

Mingyu sat down beside you, handing you a tub of popcorn and a soda. He pulled the blanket over his own lap as he sat criss-cross on the couch. You tried not to pay attention to how his leg was brushing against yours under the blanket, instead focusing on the screen as the room went dark.

The movie had just started, but you could already feel yourself tense up in expectation. The music was coming to a crescendo and you knew something was already going to happen. You didn’t realize just how tightly your fists had balled together in your lap till you jumped at the sound of Mingyu’s soft voice at the shell of your ear. “Are you okay?” He asked.

He tried to hold in a chuckle as you almost bounced the tub of popcorn off your lap. He grabbed it from you and set it to the side. “Look,” he pointed to the screen where the creature’s head had just rotated a full circle as it crawled up the wall in pursuit of the main character. “That thing kinda looks like the spider from that kid’s tv show, but not as creepy.” You let out a laugh, a little louder than you meant, and Jihoon turned to tell you to shut up. 

The small joke was enough to dissipate the anxiety you felt towards the movie, but unfortunately only heightened your feelings about Mingyu. But he noticed how your fists unclenched and how your shoulders relaxed once you laughed, so he continued to tell you whispered jokes for the rest of the movie. Each time he noticed your body tensing, he tried his best to make you laugh, and god, how could you stop yourself from those butterflies anymore? 

At the height of the movie, you found yourself with your hands over your ears, and eyes squeezed shut, unable to even look at the screen or hear a joke. When Mingyu realized a joke wouldn’t be enough, he slid closer to you and pulled you into his side and you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Before you had a chance to think about the spicy notes of his cologne or the softness of his skin, the sound of a high pitched scream in the movie caused you to jump with a gasp. In response, Mingyu wrapped his arms around you tight, with a gentle shush. 

It was only after the music began to die down that you opened your eyes again, only to find Mingyu’s eyes fixed on the screen. Now that the worst was over, you no longer had an excuse to be in his embrace the way you were. You began to wiggle your way out of his arms, attracting his attention. 

“What are you doing?” he whispered. 

“Gyu, I’m a big kid,” you smiled, teasing. “You don’t have to hold me like a baby.” Mingyu let out a soft laugh before relaxing his hold on you just a bit. 

“Okay,” he relented. “I’ll just hold you like this then.” He began to shift so that your head was on his shoulder, and one of his arms looped under yours, intertwining your fingers. The smile on his face was calm as if this was something the two of you did all the time, but his racing heartbeat reminded you this was new for him too. 

The two of you remained that way for the rest of the movie. By the time the soft music began to play in the credits, you could hear light snoring from everyone else in the room. However, you and Mingyu made absolutely no efforts to untangle yourselves from each other. It was as if you were worried that once the lights came back on, you would never find yourself like this again, and what a sad idea that was. Normal, would never be enough for you again, not when you know now how much better life could be like in his arms. 

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the jump scares, or the sureness of his hand in yours, like it’s always belonged there, that gave you the courage to finally break the silence. 

“Mingyu,” you breathed out, lifting your head from his shoulder, but not letting go of his hand. 

He turned to you, with a look of concern, afraid of what you might say. 

“Kiss me.” The words came out so softly and so quickly that you weren’t sure if you said it at all. 

“Finally,” he whispered as his lips fell against yours, softly and slowly. He pulled away after what felt like hours and yet not nearly enough time. His hands reached up to cup your face. “I like you,” he admitted. “So much.” 

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Bonus: If he doesn’t stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna jump through my screen

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst and fluff

Warnings: Minor character death and slight mention of a panic attack. 

WC: 6.7K+

Summary: You never thought that the stranger you met one night would become someone special to you.

“What’s happening?” Wonwoo called out as soon as he set foot into the house he shared with his close friends. He could hear the distant shouting happening somewhere in the house, a possible indication of a fight occurring between his housemates again. And he was right, there stood Seokmin and Mingyu, throwing harsh words at each other; something to do with dirty laundry sprawled across the kitchen floor.

“Didn’t I tell you to do your laundry THREE days ago Seokmin?” Mingyu bellowed at the top of his lungs. Seokmin’s glare only intensified as he clenched his right hand into a fist. Wonwoo stood at the bottom of the stairs, worried eyes observing the two.

“You yell at me for nagging you but here you are doing the same thing!” Seokmin snapped back. Before Mingyu could reply back, Joshua came in between the two, stretching his arms out to separate the fuming boys.

“Alright boys, it’s just laundry. Seokmin do your laundry now and Mingyu, take a nap to cool off or something.”

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✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader

✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff

✎ warnings: none!

✎ wc: 2.40 k words

✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/

TW: Rape 

I attached a read more and the article from where it all came from, but below is information on what rapist’s look for when choosing someone to rape, as well as some tips on defense.