What could be better than this?
(Kim Mingyu X FemReader)
*Romantic comedy, light angst, fluff, a bit of jealousy drama*
Thereβs something deeply ironic about Kim Mingyu.
Heβs tall. No tall-tall. He walks into rooms and ducks under door frames. Heβs got muscles for days and hands so big they can wrap around your entire face like a catcherβs mitt. His voice? Deep, like the ocean. Intimidating. Dangerous even. Strangers glance at him once and instinctively move out of the way.
But YN knows the truth.
Kim Mingyu is a baby. A six-foot-two, golden-retriever-of-a-boyfriend baby.
And right now, that baby is wrapped around your torso like a human octopus, arms tucked around your waist and face buried in the crook of your neck, whining softly every five seconds.
βBut I miss you,β he murmurs for the fifth time in the last three minutes.
βMingyu,β you laugh, trying to gently push him away, βI just went to throw the trash out.β
βAnd that was 143 seconds without your love,β he pouts, looking up with those massive, sparkly eyes that could put Bambi to shame. βDo you even care about me anymore?β
You roll your eyes affectionately. βDonβt be dramatic.β
He gasps. βDonβt be dramatic? Baby, you just committed emotional abandonmentββ
You shut him up with a kiss, which is really the only way to stop Kim Mingyu when heβs on a roll. He melts instantly, sighing happily like a puppy whoβs been given treats and belly rubs all at once.
Life with Mingyu is filled with spontaneous bear hugs, clingy back hugs while you're cooking, and constant little touches a hand on your thigh when you're watching movies, pinkies linked while walking down the street, and surprise kisses dropped on your cheek when you're doing literally anything that isnβt giving him attention.
Itβs like dating a very affectionate dog. A very, very hot affectionate dog.
He snores loudly. He hogs the blanket but always gives it back when you shiver. He eats like a growing teenage boy (spoiler: he isnβt, but try telling him that), and when he gets sick, he gets whiny.
βMingyu, itβs just a cold,β you say, tucking him into the couch with tissues, tea, and extra fuzzy socks.
βBut Iβm dying,β he sniffles. βTell the members I loved them. Burn my cologne collection. Give Boo the snacks in my drawerββ
βIβm literally going to strangle you with this blanket,β you grumble, but you kiss his forehead anyway.
He grins smugly through his red nose and tissues. βSee? You love me.β
God help you. You do.
But for all the soft, clingy, adorable puppy-boyfriend behavior, thereβs another side to Kim Mingyu that comes out when heβs jealous.
Not many people have seen it. But you have. And itβsβ¦ intense.
It starts subtle β a shift in tone, a sharpness in his usually soft eyes, the way his arm tightens just a little too much when he wraps it around you. He doesnβt yell, doesnβt sulk. But the atmosphere changes.
Take the incident with Taeyong.
You and Mingyu were at a mutual friendβs party. You had run into Taeyong from NCT, someone you knew from university, and had struck up an easy conversation. He was sweet, complimented your outfit, laughed at your jokes and that was the beginning of the end.
From across the room, you could feel it: Mingyuβs gaze. Heavy. Unblinking.
When you finally returned to him, he didnβt say a word. Just wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, his jaw tight.
βBaby,β you said, confused, βare you okay?β
He didnβt answer. Just looked at you with that unreadable expression.
Later, in the car, the tension exploded.
βWas he flirting with you?β Mingyu asked, voice low, the playful tone completely gone.
You blinked. βWhat? No. Taeyongβs just friendly.β
Mingyu clenched the steering wheel, knuckles pale. βHe touched your arm.β
βIβhe always does that. Weβre friendsββ
βYou laughed at everything he said.β
βMingyuββ
βDo you like him?β
Your heart stopped. The question felt like a punch. You turned to him, shocked. βAre you seriously asking me that?β
He didnβt answer.
You softened, realizing what this was really about. βHey. Look at me.β
He didnβt.
So you reached for his hand, prying his fingers from the steering wheel. βKim Mingyu. Iβm yours. Always. You donβt have to be scared.β
His walls crumbled in an instant.
ββ¦I justββ his voice cracked, βyouβre everything to me, and when I see someone else making you smile like thatβ¦β
βYou get possessive,β you finished gently.
ββ¦Yeah.β
You kissed his knuckles. βI only want your stupid jokes and your clingy hugs and your dumb fake dying whenever you get the sniffles.β
He looked at you with wide, teary eyes. βYou mean it?β
βIβd tattoo it on my forehead if it makes you feel better.β
His smile returned instantly, the scary-jealous aura melting away into puppy-love mode again. βLetβs do matching tattoos.β
βOh god.β
One time, you were talking with Joshua, who had always been the sweetest, most respectful guy in Seventeen. But Mingyu still hovered behind you like a looming shadow, his presence radiating that possessive, quiet storm energy.
Joshua chuckled nervously. βYou okay, Gyu?β
Mingyu gave him a tight-lipped smile. βJust making sure my girlfriendβs not being stolen.β
Joshua looked at you. βHeβs joking, right?β
You patted Mingyuβs arm. βDepends. Did you offer me snacks or touch my shoulder? Those are his triggers.β
Joshua blinked.
Mingyu just smirked.
Despite everything the drama, the jealousy, the suffocating cuddles at 2 a.m. even when you're dying of heat being with Mingyu is like living in the middle of a warm sunbeam.
He brings you coffee with little hearts drawn in the foam. He texts you hourly when youβre apart.
βI just saw a dog and it made me think of you. Because I love you. And also because it was drooling.β
He sings to you off-key in the shower. He begs you to let him style your outfits and acts like your biggest fan when you wear the stuff he chooses.
βYouβre slaying, baby. Vogue will call any minute.β
He never lets a day pass without reminding you in a million little ways that he loves you.
And sometimesβ¦ when heβs sleeping, all curled around you, arms locked tight like you might vanish if he lets goβ¦ you realize thereβs nowhere safer than being loved by someone like Kim Mingyu.
Your big baby.
Your jealous guard dog.
Your giant, beautiful, clingy puppy of a man.
And honestly? You wouldnβt have him any other way.














