"PUT YOUR LOVING WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS, YOUR SUGAR TALKING ISN'T WORKING TONIGHT"
SUMMARY: a few weeks after being ghosted by your summer "fling" you finally got over him. that is until you find out he goes to the same college as you, and unfortunately you have a run-in with him.
RELATIONSHIP(S): female!reader x kim mingyu, chwe hansol x boo seungkwan, tiniest bit of son chaeyoung (twice) x choi seungcheol
TAGS: college au, one night stand to 'enemies' to lovers, fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst, roommates hip hop unit, they are annoying i'm sorry
WARNINGS: mentions of and allusions to sex, alcohol consumption and also alcohol as a coping mechanism, food consumption, kissing
NOTES: okay, whew here it is! my first ever fic! i'm scared. all and any feedback is welcome and it is also encouraged as i am here to learn!! i hope you enjoy <3 (i am also aware that these are real people, this is purely my characterization of them!)
“I’M SORRY, YOU SLEPT WITH WHO?”
You winced at the sound of Chaeyoung’s voice. While your best friend was loving and kind, she was also way too scattered for your liking, especially in this moment.
“Not so loud, Chae!”, you whisper-shouted at her, taking a quick look around the room to ensure nobody heard.
Students sat around tables, some laughing with their friends, some reading books and some having the same lunch you and Chaeyoung were.
Luckily, nobody seemed to react to Chae’s announcement of your summer “activity”. You stifled a laugh at her face, her lips pressed shut to stifle a laugh of her own.
She turned to her left and stole another look over at the little group of people you had pointed to earlier after noticing a familiar face.
“You’re telling me you hooked up with Kim Mingyu at some random party, in a random town, out in the middle of nowhere?”, she now, luckily, whispered.
“First of all, don’t call my hometown ‘middle of nowhere’, second of all, I didn’t even know he goes here!”, you told your wide-eyed friend, feeling a blush creep up your neck at the possibility of him recognizing you and remembering that night.
Kim Mingyu, who apparently went to the same college as you, was sitting at a table in the corner of the large cafeteria. Next to him were a few guys you recognized as frat guys. You think one of them was named Hansol, and the guy next to him you recognized as Wonwoo.
Wonwoo sat a few rows behind you in your photography class last year. A nice guy, but quiet, as you had learned the hard way when you had to discuss something during class together and you had done most of the talking.
Though you couldn’t really blame the guy, you weren’t particularly fond of talking to strangers either, especially when forced to.
“I’m calling it the middle of nowhere because it is. What was he even doing there? And how in the world have you not noticed him going here? He’s in the same frat as Hansol and Seungcheol!”, you rolled your eyes at Chae’s line of questioning, smiling as you did so because you could never really get annoyed at her.
Speak of the devil, you could say, right after her statement Seungcheol walked in the room and over to the rest of the guys who sat around the table.
Choi Seungcheol, who you knew the others called Coups sometimes (though you could never understand why), was undoubtedly handsome, but not really your type. However, he was absolutely Chaeyoung’s type, and you could see how her eyes basically turned into hearts at the sight of him.
Seungcheol sat down at the table with Mingyu and the rest of them, nodding and murmuring something you couldn’t hear as he did so.
“Speaking of Seungcheol,” you wiggled your eyebrows, knowing she had been eyeing him since they met at a party last winter, “how’s that going?”
Chaeyoung immediately looked away from the blonde who just walked in, and smacked your arm lightly, earning a quiet “ouch” from you.
“Do not try to change the subject, you’re seriously telling me you slept with Kim Mingyu?” She placed her hand on your arm and patted the spot where she had smacked you. “How was it? Is he a good kisser? Is he good at anything else? How bi-”
Now it was your turn to smack her arm, laughing as you did so.
“Stop asking! Yes, I slept with him, yes, he is a good kisser, but that doesn’t matter anyway. He doesn’t want anything to do with me, it was a one time thing.” You sighed, and picked up your bag to place your leftover stuff in, wanting out of this room before Mingyu noticed you, or before Chaeyoung somehow beckoned him over.
Chaeyoung mirrored your movements and started packing her own bag, seemingly taking the hint of your, frankly desperate, need to leave.
“He doesn’t want anything to do with you? What does that even mean? Did he say that?” Chaeyoung’s furrowed brows made you laugh quietly, and you reached out to remove the wrinkles between her eyebrows which were formed by her frown.
“No, he didn’t exactly say it, but he didn’t need to. We slept together, he asked for my number, we talked for a few days and then nothing. Radio Silence. I was nice enough to take the hint and stop bothering him.” You finished your statement with a shrug.
Before Chaeyoung could ask any more questions about your “situation”, a call of your name was heard from across the room. You looked up to see Chan, your roommate and another of your friends.
You lived with Chan and your other friend, Seungkwan. The three of you had gotten to know each other during your first year, bonding over a horrible writing class which turned into one of your favorites as it was the only class the three of you had together.
You moved into an off-campus apartment with the two boys a few months later, and soon after you had befriended Chaeyoung. She didn’t live with you, but she might as well be, seeing as she was around most days of the week.
Another shout of your name made you roll your eyes, and Chan started jogging lightly towards you two. His backpack was half-way open, books and loose papers threatening to fall out.
“Close your backpack, idiot”, you told him when he reached the pair of you, accepting his half-hug. Chan had been away for a week’s time, something about his family wanting him home while some relatives were visiting. He had agreed, seeing as he usually skipped most of his classes anyway.
“I missed you,” he squeezed your arm, turning to Chaeyoung. “And you too, Chae!” His smile wide as he leaned toward her for a hug, only getting a pat on the back in return. You stifled a laugh at his dejected look, closing his backpack for him.
“Okay, now what have I missed? What are the two of you talking about?” Chan looked between the pair of you as you shared quick glances, silently agreeing not to say anything. Chan was a great friend, but if you wanted a secret out and known quickly, you simply had to tell him to keep it.
“Nothing, Channie, we were just heading out.” You smiled at him, and before he could ask anything else a voice called his name.
You looked over to see who you assumed was Hansol waving Chan to the table where he and the other guys sat, among them the one guy you wanted to avoid the most.
You turned to Chaeyoung, signalling for her to leave the room with you, so you could go home and think about something else.
Fate was not on your side.
“Hansol!” Chan waved back at the brunette and the rest of the frat guys, all of them now having turned to look in your direction. You looked over only to lock eyes with Mingyu. Your breath caught in your throat.
His skin was still tan, though not as much as it was earlier this summer, when the two of you had met in the backyard of your cousin's house party. His hair was hidden under a backwards baseball cap, fortunately for you so you could avoid thinking about running your fingers through his dark locks while he was kissing down your neck.
He had walked up to you standing under a string of lights, sipping from a red solo cup. Some horrible mixture made by god-knows-who, but it did the trick. Smiling with all his teeth he had introduced himself.
Your cousin had disappeared off to hook up with some dude, good for her, you had thought, but now you didn’t really know anyone else. Mingyu appeared, and with his good looks and angel-like personality he might as well have fallen down from heaven and landed in front of you.
The two of you had talked the whole night, eventually ending up back at your place. You shivered thinking about that night and how he had, frankly, worshipped you. You had never felt like that before.
In the days following your parents had grown tired of your constant talking on the phone, bedroom door-slamming whenever his name showed up on your screen paired with the words “incoming call”.
Mingyu and you talked like you had known each other forever, and you told him things you never told anyone. He just felt trustworthy. He felt right. Well, that was until the calls stopped coming, your texts left on read.
You had spent the rest of the summer wondering what went wrong, what you had done. And just as you had gotten over it, deciding it just wasn’t meant to be, here he was. Looking at you with those dark-brown eyes you could almost see when you closed your own.
A tug on your arm stopped your train of thoughts, and you broke your way-too-intense eye-contact with Mingyu.
“Come on guys, let’s go say hi to them!” Chan dragged you and Chaeyoung behind him, making your heartbeat quicken at the nearing proximity of your summer fling. Could you even call it that? You didn’t even know, didn’t understand why you were feeling this way.
You really should be angry at him, sleeping with you and making you think he wanted more, talking to you everyday after, until the day it just stopped.
“I’m trying to get in with these guys so we’ll get invited to more of their parties, they throw the best parties on campus.” Chan whispered to you and Chae through gritted teeth, and the both of you rolled your eyes at the boy before following him over to the table.
At the table all of them were looking towards the three of you, clearly expecting an introduction, which was delayed due to Hansol embracing Chan with a pat on his back.
“Guys this is Chan, he’s really cool, we’ve been playing soccer together.” Hansol said, and the rest of the table nodded in Chan’s direction. You caught the eye of your former classmate, and a small smile formed on your face which he returned.
“Hey Y/N, glad to be done with Mr. Kang’s class this semester?”, Wonwoo asked you, referring to your shared photography class. You ignored the others looking towards the two of you, clearly not knowing you had shared a class.
“More than glad, Wonwoo, no more surprise formatting-pop-quizzes or random group assignments. It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of.” You responded to him, laughing a little at the small snort of agreement that came out of him while he pushed his glasses a bit longer up his nose bridge.
A murmur of your name from across the table caught your attention, and your eyes turned toward Mingyu.
His eyes were as wide as they had been earlier during your way-too-long eye contact, seemingly equally shocked as you are at the fact that the both of you go to the same college.
You smiled at him, and nodded your head slightly, feeling your ears turn red.
“You two know each other?” Wonwoo asked, looking between the pair of you. Chaeyoung shoved an elbow in your side, apparently finding this extremely amusing now that she had stopped staring at Seungcheol, who was busy picking something out of his food.
“Yeah, during the summer-” Mingyu started, but you interrupted him.
“We met briefly during the summer, I dropped my purse and Mingyu here was kind enough to pick it up for me. We exchanged names quickly, that’s it.” You forced a smile, trying to avoid Mingyu’s eyes. “I didn’t know you went here.”
“Yeah, she dropped her purse. And what am I if not a gentleman?” Mingyu quickly hid his surprised expression, and his little joke earned him a few eye-rolls and huffs from the rest of the table. “I didn’t know you went here either.”
Mingyu looked down, almost looking ashamed. You wondered if it was because of his poor joke or some type of regret for what he did to you.
You just nodded, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible, but of course Chan had to get involved.
“Yeah, she lives with me and Seungkwan! You know Kwan, Hansol, he played soccer with us that one time.” Chan smiled at the brunette, who just nodded, a strange expression on his face.
“We should hang out sometime, all of us!” Chan continued, and you mentally slapped his head. “Yeah, Y/N here doesn’t get out much and we know you guys throw great parties-”
This time you physically smacked the back of his head, earning a low laugh from Seungcheol and another snort from Wonwoo.
However, it was Mingyu’s small laugh that made you smile, remembering it from your late night phone calls.
You quickly wiped the smile off your face, not wanting Mingyu to get some sort of ego-boost, and took Chan’s left arm in your right.
“Well, that’s our cue! Seungkwan will be wanting us home now, right Chan?” You looked at his eyes, trying to look as strict as possible without being too obvious. The boy nodded, murmuring an agreement before the three of you started to turn around.
Hansol murmured something at Chan about soccer practice tomorrow, and Chae made her last heart-eyes at Seungcheol. Your heartbeat was too loud in your ears for you to really pay attention.
“We’ll see you guys around!” Chills ran down your back at the sound of Mingyu’s voice, speeding up to avoid having to answer him.
Well, it looks like you have spun yourself quite the web of lies.
Walking between Chan and Chaeyoung you only fell deeper in your tunnel of thoughts. Mingyu ghosted you, but now he was telling you he’ll see you around all of a sudden? And almost telling everybody about your meeting this summer? Who does he think he is, leading you on like that?
You let your anger bubble while you walked to Chae’s car, hoping Mingyu and his friends would just go away and that this whole thing could be behind you.
What a way to start the week.
A loud clang from the kitchen woke you up from your midday-turned-afternoon nap. You groggily sat up in your bed, rubbing at your eyes. As any daytime nap you woke up overheated and dehydrated. Taking off the hoodie you shared with Seungkwan without his knowledge, you walked out of your bedroom and into the kitchen to investigate.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” Seungkwan’s voice was loud, and you covered your ears, not ready for this type of noise right after you woke up. The speaker on the counter playing “Shake It” by Sistar didn’t exactly help.
You observed the kitchen island and stifled a laugh. Seungkwan was known for making a mess in the kitchen every single time he attempted to cook. Emphasis on attempted.
“What are you snorting at? I’m feeding the family here!” He put his hands on his hips and you couldn’t help but laugh then, looking at his baby blue apron and blonde messy hair.
“Thank you, Kwannie!” You said sing-songy, sticking your pinky in whatever stew he had been making, earning you a smack on the hand with a ladle. You hummed at the taste, walking over to grab a water bottle from the fridge to cure your nap-induced dehydration.
Chan walked into the room, observing the scene before him.
You in your pjs, hair messy and chugging a water bottle, and Seungkwan angrily stirring the stew, tossing spices in the pot, wearing his baby blue “kiss-the-chef” apron.
“Guys, I’m sorry but we have to go do something. This is just sad.” Chan said, making the both of you scowl at the youngest.
“It’s Friday! And what are we doing? Nothing! Stone-cold-sober, wearing silly aprons and pjs!”
His statement did nothing to lessen your frowns, but it was an unfortunate reality check, and you sighed in unison.
“Well, what is your idea then Mr. "I-know-best?" Seungkwan huffed at him, running a hand through his blonde mess of hair.
The smile on Chan’s face grew wider, which was never a good thing.
“That Mingyu guy messaged me! The tall one we met yesterday, you remember.” He looked over to you. “He told me to bring my friends and come to the frat party tonight.” He said with a proud smile.
You almost crushed the empty water bottle in your hand.
Kim Mingyu, who you didn’t even know went to the same college as you before yesterday, was now suddenly messaging your best friend encouraging you to come to a frat party?
No way, he doesn’t get to do that. Not after ghosting you.
“Channie, that’s great but I don’t want to go. Like at all.” You looked at the boy with pleading eyes, but he only shook his head.
“I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to. We need to get you out there. Maybe you even could get laid?” Chan said, and your jaw almost dropped.
“What? You haven’t gotten laid in forever!” He said, emphasizing the forever and rolling his eyes. If only he knew, you thought, but no way were you going to tell him about that.
“Am I wrong? Wasn’t the last guy your shitty ex? The one who dumped you during spring break? What was his name? Jaehyun, something?”
You rolled your eyes at him, “Taehyun. And yes, there hasn’t been anyone since,” A lie. “But it’s not like I’m desperate. I don’t need to go to some stupid party just to get laid, tell him, Kwannie!” You turned to the blonde who had been suspiciously quiet during this whole ordeal.
“I don’t know, Y/N, maybe it’ll be good for you to at least get out there? And I hear they throw the best parties.”
Seungkwan murmured without looking into your eyes, and Chan let out a cheer, punching his hands in the air.
“Well, it’s decided then! Two against one, come on, go get dressed, take a shower or something.” He looked at the two of you, but backed down at the sight of your scowl.
“Maybe we’ll eat first,” He meagerly said, sitting down at one of the barstools lined up next to the kitchen island.
You were not looking forward to this. You quickly found your phone and texted Chaeyoung to tell her the unfortunate news, begging her to come over.
If you were to go to this thing you could at least have your best friend with you.
A knock on the door interrupted the yelling coming from the bathroom, Seungkwan and Chan arguing over who would get to shower next.
You had dibs on shower privileges, seeing as you took longer showers than them. Well, you and Seungkwan were neck and neck. You think Chan just walked in the shower and then out again.
You were still wrapped in your bathrobe, having started on your make-up. You opened the door to reveal Chaeyoung standing there, all dressed up and holding up two bottles of vodka.
“Somebody’s ready I see.” You smiled at her, stepping aside to let the girl in. Chae placed the bottles on the kitchen counter just as Seungkwan walked in, apparently having lost the discussion to the youngest. The two of them hugged, and Chae immediately started her drink-mixing.
“I figured that if you were going to stand to see Kim Mingyu’s face tonight you would have to not be completely sober, so here I am with the solution!” She laughed briefly, before seeing your wide eyes and Seungkwan’s confused expression.
“Why would Y/N not stand seeing Kim Mingyu’s face? Didn’t you just meet him yesterday?” Seungkwan questioned, looking directly at you.
Never, not once, had you lied directly to Seungkwan and gotten away with it, so why would you start now?
You exchanged a look with Chaeyoung, and she gave you a tiny nod, reaching for a shot glass in her purse. She poured you a tiny shot and you took it immediately, the harsh liquor burning down your throat.
Seungkwan’s gasp was so loud you had to cover his mouth so that Chan didn’t hear anything in the bathroom. You frowned at him, shaking your head.
“You can not tell Chan, I don’t want everybody hearing about how I slept with Mingyu and got ghosted afterwards, that’s too embarrassing.” You looked at Seungkwan with stern eyes, waiting for his nod of approval before removing your hand from his mouth.
“You told Chan you hadn’t slept with anyone since Taehyun! And now you’re saying you slept with Kim Mingyu? Frat guy Kim Mingyu? Seven feet tall, extremely handsome, tan Kim Mingyu?” Seungkwan’s wide eyes made Chaeyoung laugh, and she handed him a shot of his own.
“How was it? Was he any good? He’s so tall, I bet it’s bi-”
Once again you threw your hand over his mouth, and Chae almost fell over laughing behind the kitchen counter.
“That’s what I said, Kwan!” She snorted out between laughs, holding her stomach. Hilarious, you thought.
“It’s terrifying how similar the two of you are. Evil." You said, staring at the pair of them before something wet touched the palm of your hand. You yelped.
“Boo Seungkwan, you did not just lick my palm!” You made a noise of disgust, causing him to stick his tongue out at you.
An outsider looking in on this would have thought you were kindergarteners, not college students.
Just then, Chan walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips and hair dripping. He looked at the three of you and then over to the vodka bottles. He gave a small nod of approval and a thumbs-up.
He gave Seungkwan a quick pat on the shoulder.
“The shower’s all yours, Kwan”, he said walking toward his bedroom and closing the door with a soft slam. Seungkwan looked towards you.
“Well, if Mr. Kim Mingyu wants to ghost you.. Let's make him regret it.” An evil smile spread across his face, and you stared deadpan at him.
“And how will we be doing that?”
“We’ll show him just what he’s missing out on.”
Chaeyoung nodded in agreement, and shoved another shot your way.
The music from the party could be heard from down the street, and you walked hand-in-hand with Chaeyoung, Chan and Seungkwan following closely behind you.
The four of you had already been drinking for a while, and you had the perfect buzz to even stomach the thought of walking toward the noise.
Seungkwan, as he had decided earlier, wanted to show Mingyu what he was missing out on by ghosting you, and you must admit he did a good job. He put you in a dress you hadn’t worn since your first year, when you did a lot more partying.
The color of the dress matched your features well, and fit you perfectly. The pair of boots you had on completed the outfit, and your make-up was just the cherry on top.
You had to admit you felt confident, and decided to make the best out of this forced event.
Chae held your hand tightly, also wearing a dress that Seungkwan had chosen, mumbling something along the lines of, “Seungcheol won’t be able to keep his eyes off you,” which had made her giggle.
You walked up the driveway to the house, ignoring the guy spilling his guts into the bushes, and a girl crying on the front steps being comforted by her friend. You managed a small smile at the pair, feeling bad for her. You had definitely been there.
The noise you had heard from down the street was tripled when you walked in, greeted by cheers, people walking shoulder-to-shoulder, and what you thought was somebody singing karaoke in the distance.
Seungkwan heard the karaoke machine, and like a moth to a flame he was gone, dragging Chan behind him. Perfect, now you only had Chaeyoung to lean on.
She tightened her grip on your hand and pulled you after her through the crowd of people, seemingly looking for a kitchen or somewhere, anywhere, with drinks that you could ensure weren’t drugged.
At last you found a kitchen, filled with red solo cups and bottles of different alcohols piled together on the island. You, once again, tried to ignore your surroundings, two girls making out in the corner of the kitchen and three people seemingly arguing beside them.
Chae snorted at your expression and started her apparently new job as a rookie bartender. You didn’t complain and took whatever she handed you, feeling the heat travel down your throat, relishing in the feeling.
“Don’t look so frightened, let’s go dance or something?” She proposed, nodding her head towards where people were dancing to some old BIGBANG song. Before you could respond a shout of your name came from behind you.
You turned to see Wonwoo, obviously tipsy and very happy to see you. You gave him a hug, glad to see a familiar face.
“I’m happy you guys are here,” he said, smiling at the two of you and keeping his arm around your shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze. You leaned your head on his broad shoulder, returning the same statement to him.
“We were going to go dance a bit, do you wanna join us?” Chae asked, again nodding her head toward the dancing crowd. He responded with a cheer and followed Chaeyoung, keeping his arm around you and taking you with him.
The BIGBANG song which played when you got there ended, and was replaced by some house-party remix of 2NE1’s “I Am The Best”. The intro made you and Chae cheer, earning a loud laugh from Wonwoo.
The three of you immediately got to dancing, and you could feel all your worries from before the party go away as whatever Chaeyoung made you earlier started to hit.
You closed your eyes as you danced, before you felt a tap on your arm. Opening your eyes you saw Wonwoo looking at something, which turned out to be someone, behind you.
“Okay, don’t look now, but Mingyu is staring at you,” he smirked at you, clearly amused by the situation. He saw your shocked expression and quickly clarified, “He told me about this summer, you and him.”
You could barely hear him over the music, but you nodded at him. You knew the two lived together, along with Seungcheol and Hansol, so you assumed as much. You remember Mingyu telling you about his best friend during the summer, now connecting the dots that he could have been talking about Wonwoo.
“And did he say anything about why he suddenly stopped talking to me, like an asshole?” you asked, feeling your anger rising at the mention of the tall brunette.
Wonwoo shook his head, “I’m sorry, but even if he did I wouldn’t tell you.” Seeing your wide eyes made him laugh. “Not like that! You’re cool and all, but I bet he would like to tell you himself.”
During your conversation he had leaned a lot closer to you than he originally was, and Chae had found some of her girlfriends on the dance floor and disappeared into the crowd.
Before you could answer Wonwoo, you felt a large hand grab your upper arm.
You turned to see Mingyu holding onto you, obviously trying to pull you away from there. Your heart skipped a beat, not expecting him to come up to you this way. Where everyone could see.
“Let’s go,” he said, tugging at your arm. You wanted to talk back to him, tell him to remove his hand and leave you alone. But his touch alone had rendered you speechless, and you let yourself be dragged by him, giving Wonwoo an apologetic smile. He mirrored your smile and disappeared off to where you think you saw Vernon earlier.
Mingyu kept his hand on your arm all the way to a quiet corner of the hallway before you shook it off.
“I’m sorry, but what do you want from me?” You asked, angrily staring up at him, damning the fact that your boots didn’t have a very tall heel. He looked down at you, those brown eyes of his glistening in the soft light.
You take this moment to admire his appearance, the little mole on the tip of his nose you’ve kissed, his hair mostly slicked back except for a few strands falling down onto his forehead, his pink lips which were opening and closing like he was trying to say something.
“Well?” You were growing impatient with him and his lack of an answer, and stared sternly at him.
“Don’t dance with Wonwoo,” he murmured, almost so low you didn’t hear him over the music spilling out into the hallway. You rolled your eyes at his statement.
“I’m sorry?” you said, scoffing. “Don’t dance with Wonwoo? Are you serious? Who are you to decide that?” You huffed, running a hand through your hair in frustration.
“No, you don’t get to tell me that. Not after ghosting me. Not after making me believe you wanted more than just that one night,” you started, feeling tears forming in your eyes. “That’s not how it works, Mingyu, I’m sorry but you had your chance.”
A single tear of frustration falls down your cheek, and his eyes soften. You quickly wipe it away with the back of your hand, not wanting him to see.
He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it just as quickly. You push past him with a huff, and walk back over to the room which he so impolitely dragged you out of.
On your way out you hit a firm body with a crash, making the person grab your shoulders to steady you.
“Woah there, Y/N, right? I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” Seungcheol says, letting go of your shoulders now that you’re steady on your feet. You nod, giving him a quick smile, which doesn’t reach your eyes.
“That’s okay, hey, have you seen Chan, or Seungkwan, or Chaeyoung? Or anyone?" you manage a small laugh, looking around you.
He notices your teary eyes, his eyebrows furrowing. His hand is back on your shoulder, a thumb stroking back and forth. You almost laugh at his expression, looking like a concerned father.
“Is everything okay? Let’s go find them together, yeah?” you nod and he places an arm around your shoulder. Not expecting this kindness from someone you basically just met earlier this week, you smile softly and walk with him further into the party.
You spot Chan, Seungkwan and Hansol sitting on a couch with a few other people. Seungcheol leads you there, and Seungkwan spots you walking up to them. He immediately interrupts whatever conversation he was having with Hansol, murmuring a quick “Hold on,” before rushing over to the two of you.
“Are you okay? Did something happen? Who did this?” You laugh at him, giving him a quick pat on the cheek. His cheeks are warm and red from all the drinking, and most likely blushing, he has done this evening.
“I’m fine, Kwannie, go back to your conversation. I just need a drink or something, can I hang out here, please?” You smile at him, and he wipes the mascara off your cheeks making sure all traces of your tears are gone. He nods, quietly thanking Seungcheol who sits down in a chair around the little group that has formed.
“Was it Mingyu? Did he say something?” Seungkwan whispers at you, ensuring nobody else hears. You brush him off, not wanting to talk about it.
He sits back down on the couch, placing himself between you and Hansol. You quickly take the drink you recognize as Seungkwan’s, downing it in one go.
“Okay, so that’s where we’re at,” Seungkwan laughs, and you laugh along with him and lean your head on his shoulder, his presence already making you feel better.
He introduces you to the guy who you end up sitting next to, Minghao, apparently. Minghao seems nice enough, and you immediately join the conversation around the table.
From the corner of your eye you can spot Mingyu walking back in from where you had talked with him. He meets Wonwoo on his way, who pats his shoulder and the two of them start talking.
For some reason you can’t take your eyes off Mingyu. The way his hand flexes as he runs it through his dark hair, trying to get some of those fallen locks back into place. As mad as you were at the fact that he assumed he could boss you around, you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the sight of him.
In the midst of your admiration of him he looks over at your group, his eyes locking with yours.
You decide to challenge him, and stare right back at him. Heat spreads through your body, and you look him up and down, seeing the way he shrinks under your stare.
You smirk, and decide to look away, returning to your conversation with Minghao, who excitedly starts talking about some art project he’s working on. You feel kind of bad, not being able to pay proper attention to his words, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
Somehow, you know Mingyu is still looking at you from the other side of the room, and you revel in it. You want him to regret what he’s done, regret doing that to you.
You try to avoid Seungkwan and Hansol’s obvious flirting right next to you, laugh along with Minghao, take shots from Chan, and joke around with Seungcheol.
All with a pair of dark brown eyes burning holes in the side of your face, making heat spread through your body.
The day after you’re awoken by laughing from the living room. You sit up in your bed, trying to rub away the hammering headache from yesterday’s one too many drinks. You quickly check your phone, 1:34 P.M. Alright, not too bad seeing as you were home at 4? 5? A notification directly below the time makes your heart jump in your chest.
“Text message from: Kim Mingyu,” You stare at the notification, rubbing your eyes and looking again. You quickly press it, reading over the short text quickly.
“I’m sorry, can we talk?” The words stare back at you, and your heart pounds louder than your party-induced headache. Kim Mingyu, apologizing? Wanting to talk?
Your mind immediately goes to the conversation in the hallway. The way he had grabbed your arm like he owned you, that pissed you off first of all, then telling you not to dance with your friend? Who was also his best friend?
Then you remember the look on his face as he realized you were crying, saying something about him ghosting you and pushing past him before he could answer. Now that made you feel kind of bad. He should at least get to explain himself, you thought.
Or maybe you just had a soft spot for him. Stupid soft spot.
You quickly type up a response, just to delete it and type a new one. This repeats itself a few times before you land on your answer, pressing send.
You hadn’t gotten out of your bed after sending the response, staring at the ceiling and every bone in your body aching from last night. After a while you decided enough is enough, and walked out of your bedroom and into the living room.
On your couch sat Chan and.. Hansol? Not Seungkwan?
“Well, there she is! Good morning, princess,” Chan said, smiling and clapping his hands together, making you wince. The brunette next to him also winced, but gave you a quick nod and a smile.
You walked over to the couch, and sat down on the floor opposite them.
“Remind me to not drink again,” you said, rubbing your temples and making the two boys laugh. You looked around to check if Seungkwan was around, seeing him nowhere.
“Where's Kwan?” you asked the two of them, who then exchanged a look before Hansol answered. “He’s, uh, still in bed,” he said, his cheeks turning an adorable dusty pink. You snorted, and Chan shoved Hansol’s elbow, earning a giggle from the man. Cute.
“Okay then, who wants some breakfast? I’m personally in the mood for something greasy, but I’ll take suggestions,” Chan said, looking between the two of you, both of you nodding in agreement.
“Greasy it is!” He clapped his hands together once again (he really had to stop doing that) and walked over to the kitchen. The two of you follow after like two children waiting to get fed.
Your phone dings on the counter, and a quick glance down tells you exactly what you feared. It’s from Mingyu.
“Today? The café on campus?”
You sighed, typing out a quick thumbs up and asking him to send the address, before turning on “Do Not Disturb” and laying your phone screen down on the counter.
Hansol eyes you, before coughing slightly when you return his stare with strict eyes and a shake of your head.
If he knew anything about this situation he better not say anything in front of Chan, who’s luckily turned his back to the two of you to get started on eggs and bacon, with ramen on the side, of course.
It wouldn’t be a Lee Chan meal without ramen.
A door opening and closing catches all your attention, and the three of you turn your heads toward Seungkwan walking out of his bedroom.
His blonde hair sticks out in every direction, looking a lot like your own style. He’s wearing a pair of black pyjama pants, paired with a graphic tee you’re pretty sure used to be yours.
Seungkwan walks over to the kitchen, giving Hansol a quick kiss on the back of his head, before turning toward you and stroking your cheek with the back of his pointer finger. He then turns toward Chan and sticks up the middle finger, which earns him a “Hey!” and a laugh from you and Hansol.
“Morning, princess,” you copy Chan’s nickname from earlier and Seungkwan rolls his eyes at you, sitting on the top of the counter. His hands are like magnets toward Hansol, as he starts fiddling with his earlobes. Hansol doesn’t react, other than a small smile at the blonde, and the blush on his cheeks you recognize from earlier. Cute, again.
Eventually Chan finishes the meal, now for the four of you, and you gather in the living room to debrief the earlier night. Obviously not addressing the elephant(s) in the room, who are basically sitting in each other's laps, making you and Chan exchange small looks as if to say, “Are you seeing this too?”
You manage to muster down a bit of ramen and a few bacon pieces, whining when Chan chastises you for hogging the bacon pieces.
Quickly you realize how late it’s turned into, time flying by when sharing stories from yesterday’s party.
You hear about how Chan had attempted flirting with a girl called Yunjin, emphasis on attempted. The situation had apparently gotten him in trouble with her girlfriend, whom he was not aware of.
Not having heard from Chaeyoung, you ask the others, who tell you they spotted her talking a few times with Seungcheol through the night after she had been dancing with her girlfriends. You smile at that, making a mental note to call her later to get the updates.
But for now you have your own drama to deal with, drama with the name of Kim Mingyu, on his way to a café to talk with you.
You quickly clean up your dishes and get dressed, making sure you look presentable and not like you just woke up, before making an excuse to the three boys and rushing out the front door.
The café is almost empty, save for a few friend groups sitting around here and there, some doing homework and others talking quietly. You notice Mingyu sitting in a booth in the corner, and take a moment to admire him before he notices you in the doorway.
His hair is covered by a black beanie, a pair of glasses on his face and wearing a grey hoodie, which looks very comfortable. He’s looking out the window, seemingly very nervous, picking at his fingernails.
You swallow your butterflies and walk over to him.
Mingyu looks up at you, hearing the sound of your approaching steps. He gives you a small smile, standing up when you walk up to the booth.
“Hi,” he breathes out, and you return it with a small smile, which doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You don’t really know if you’re mad at him or not, the events of last night still swirling around your mind.
He gestures to the booth and allows you to sit down before sitting back down himself. You look to the table to notice a coffee in front of him and a hot chocolate on your side of the table. You raise an eyebrow at him questioningly.
“I ordered you a hot chocolate, if you still prefer that over coffee, it’s okay if you don’t want it,” he says shyly, looking away from you and down.
Your heart nearly bursts in your chest.
He remembered the fact that you don’t like coffee, and that you haven’t ever since you sneaked a taste from your mother when you were a teenager. Coffee was a lot more bitter than expected.
You don’t even remember telling him that, but you obviously did. And he remembered.
“Thank you,” you say honestly, and take a sip from the cup in front of you. The hot chocolate warms you up, and you hum appreciatively. Mingyu smiles a toothy smile at you.
A beat of silence follows, the both of you just drinking your respective drinks, not really knowing where to start.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Mingyu starts, just as you say, “You remembered.”
You share a small laugh, having a small exchange of “You go,” and “No, you go,” before you eventually say, “You remembered the hot chocolate.”
His eyes soften, and you suddenly feel a lump in your throat at his expression. Like he’s genuinely shocked that you assumed he wouldn’t remember.
“Of course I did, I remember everything,” he says, ending the sentence with a whisper of your name. You sniffle, looking up at him, his face turning serious suddenly.
“I’m so sorry. For everything,” he starts, stopping to consider his wording. “I didn’t mean to just stop talking to you, you didn’t deserve that and I’m sorry.”
Your eyes once again fill with tears. Stupid feelings, you think.
“Then why did you?” you muster the courage to ask, and blink away the glistening tears in your eyes, looking at him straight. He looks away, like your expression is hurting him.
Like it physically hurts him to see you sad.
“I don’t know,” he starts, “I mean, we met and then we had that night and that was great. And talking to you the days after was great, it was perfect. Nobody has ever made me feel so understood before, I swear it felt like..” he pauses, and you finish his sentence.
“Like we had known each other forever,” you whisper, and he nods slowly.
Mingyu takes your hands which rest on the table, and places them in his own, his thumbs stroking soothing circles on them.
“Exactly, and I told you things I’ve never told anyone else. Not even Wonwoo. And I tell Wonwoo way too much about myself,” he says with a laugh, and you laugh along with him. You can almost picture Wonwoo rolling his eyes at Mingyu’s oversharing tendencies, which you realised he had a knack for already the first time you met him.
“And I got scared, Y/N, I was so scared. I was scared because I caught feelings for you, big time,” your breath hitches, and his hands tighten around yours. “I was scared because I’ve never felt like that before, and you had told me about that shitty ex of yours, and I got scared that I would end up hurting you too.”
Mingyu’s confession renders you speechless, and he goes on.
“It’s so stupid, I see that now. But I didn’t want to be just a shitty guy who ended up hurting you, because you’re the last person in the world that deserves that. I was scared that I wasn’t good enough for you, and I decided to pull away before my feelings got any stronger,” he breathes out the last part like it’s been weighing him down for weeks, and maybe it has.
“Because of me being too scared to hurt you, I ended up actually hurting you, and it’s been eating me alive. And then I saw you here, at my college, and I couldn’t believe it. It was like I was given a second chance, you know?” he says, tears forming in his own eyes suddenly, and he blinks, making one travel down his cheek.
You reach a hand out to wipe away the stray tear, and Mingyu immediately leans into your touch like he’s been craving it.
“It’s okay, Mingyu,” you say, and he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “I get it. I was hurt, yes, I was angry too. But I can make my own decisions. I can choose who I want to risk getting hurt for,” you smile softly at him.
“If you’d just asked me I would’ve risked that for you, Gyu,”
The nickname you hadn’t used since summer made Mingyu put his own hand on top of yours on his cheek.
“Would you give me another chance?” he timidly asks, and now tears are streaming down your own cheeks, and Mingyu immediately leans over the table to kiss them away, one by one.
You nod, and laugh through your tears, bringing both your hands to his cheeks and he looks at you. Those dark brown eyes that you missed so much. His scent, cinnamon, fresh linen and something inherently him.
A quick glance down to your lips is all it takes for you to lean in.
Your lips connect and everything else disappears. It’s just you and him. Mingyu and his stupid beanie, and stupid hands, and stupid gorgeous face. When you pull away he leans in and presses small kisses all over your face, making you giggle.
“Should we take a walk?” he asks, and you nod, both of you downing your drinks and standing up. He immediately engulfs your cold hand in his warm hand.
You smile to yourself at the fact that you fit together so well, your hands always cold and his always warm.
The two of you walk out of the café, noticing it’s gotten dark outside. You start your walk, Mingyu swinging your connected hands back and forth between your bodies, making you snort.
You’re pretty sure you’ve never been as happy as you are at this moment. Mingyu’s hand in yours, you feel light as a feather. His smell takes over your senses and you lean into him, your shoulders touching. Still, there’s one question left.
“Mingyu?” you murmur, and he hums, squeezing your hand as if saying “go ahead.”
“Why was it such a problem that I was dancing with Wonwoo?” You ask, and he stops, suddenly laughing. You look confusedly at him, laughing at your serious question. He pulls you into an embrace, his head on top of yours, and you push back enough to tilt your head up at him.
You manage to make the angriest eyes you can at the boy, not lasting long because he just laughs harder. You whine, and he hugs you tighter.
“I’m sorry, you’re cute when you’re angry,” he says and you huff. “Wonwoo was trying to see if I would get jealous. I told him I had feelings for you and he wanted me to tell you, but I was too much of a coward.” You look up at him, slowly connecting the pieces.
“Obviously, I got jealous, and he got exactly what he wanted, didn’t he?” Mingyu says, taking in your puzzled expression. “What?”
“So he did know why you stopped talking to me!” you exclaim, pulling away from Mingyu. “That sneaky bastard, he told me he didn’t know,” you take a moment.
“Though he did also say he wouldn’t tell me if he did know,” you say, and Mingyu snorts, taking your hand and continuing your walk.
“Well, that’s your own fault then,” he laughs, and you hit him jokingly. He puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.
You throw your arms around his waist, basking in his warmth. He kisses the top of your head.
After a while the two of you end up outside your apartment, and you lead him inside by his hand.
Opening the front door you’re greeted by Seungkwan, Chan, Hansol and Chaeyoung all staring at you from the living room. Seungkwan and Hansol smile like they saw this coming, and you hear a tiny squeal from Chaeyoung.
Chan looks at the two of you, down to your connected hands and back up to your faces.
“Wait, when the hell did this happen?” He exclaims, and Seungkwan smacks the back of his head jokingly.
The two of you walk in, greeting the four of them before heading to your bedroom. Seungkwan yells out a tiny “Wear protection!” as you pass them, and you throw up a middle finger in his general direction.
Mingyu shuts the door behind the two of you and you pat the bed, gesturing for him to sit down.
“Not even gonna buy me dinner first?” He tuts jokingly, and you roll your eyes, laying down and opening your arms.
Immediately he lays down in your embrace, placing his nose in the curve of your neck, breathing in your scent and humming.
“Just wanna hold you,” you say, taking off his beanie and raking a hand through his hair, your nails softly digging into his scalp.
“Don’t ever say you’re not good enough for me, you hear me, Kim Mingyu?” you say sternly, referring to his earlier statement. He looks up at you with doe eyes before pressing a kiss to your neck, and you return one to his forehead.
He doesn’t say anything else, and neither do you. You don’t need to. For now, this is enough.
For now you can stay here, embracing each other, and that’s enough.
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