What could be better than this?
(Kim Mingyu X FemReader)
*Romantic comedy, light angst, fluff, a bit of jealousy drama*
Thereโs something deeply ironic about Kim Mingyu.
Heโs tall. No tall-tall. He walks into rooms and ducks under door frames. Heโs got muscles for days and hands so big they can wrap around your entire face like a catcherโs 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.
โBut I miss you,โ he murmurs for the fifth time in the last three minutes.
โMingyu,โ you laugh, trying to gently push him away, โI just went to throw the trash out.โ
โAnd that was 143 seconds without your love,โ he pouts, looking up with those massive, sparkly eyes that could put Bambi to shame. โDo you even care about me anymore?โ
You roll your eyes affectionately. โDonโt be dramatic.โ
He gasps. โDonโt be dramatic? Baby, you just committed emotional abandonmentโโ
You shut him up with a kiss, which is really the only way to stop Kim Mingyu when heโs on a roll. He melts instantly, sighing happily like a puppy whoโs 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 isnโt giving him attention.
Itโs 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 isnโt, but try telling him that), and when he gets sick, he gets whiny.
โMingyu, itโs just a cold,โ you say, tucking him into the couch with tissues, tea, and extra fuzzy socks.
โBut Iโm dying,โ he sniffles. โTell the members I loved them. Burn my cologne collection. Give Boo the snacks in my drawerโโ
โIโm literally going to strangle you with this blanket,โ you grumble, but you kiss his forehead anyway.
He grins smugly through his red nose and tissues. โSee? You love me.โ
God help you. You do.
But for all the soft, clingy, adorable puppy-boyfriend behavior, thereโs another side to Kim Mingyu that comes out when heโs jealous.
Not many people have seen it. But you have. And itโsโฆ intense.
It starts subtle โ 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 doesnโt yell, doesnโt sulk. But the atmosphere changes.
Take the incident with Taeyong.
You and Mingyu were at a mutual friendโs 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: Mingyuโs gaze. Heavy. Unblinking.
When you finally returned to him, he didnโt say a word. Just wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, his jaw tight.
โBaby,โ you said, confused, โare you okay?โ
He didnโt answer. Just looked at you with that unreadable expression.
Later, in the car, the tension exploded.
โWas he flirting with you?โ Mingyu asked, voice low, the playful tone completely gone.
You blinked. โWhat? No. Taeyongโs just friendly.โ
Mingyu clenched the steering wheel, knuckles pale. โHe touched your arm.โ
โIโhe always does that. Weโre friendsโโ
โYou laughed at everything he said.โ
โMingyuโโ
โDo you like him?โ
Your heart stopped. The question felt like a punch. You turned to him, shocked. โAre you seriously asking me that?โ
He didnโt answer.
You softened, realizing what this was really about. โHey. Look at me.โ
He didnโt.
So you reached for his hand, prying his fingers from the steering wheel. โKim Mingyu. Iโm yours. Always. You donโt have to be scared.โ
His walls crumbled in an instant.
โโฆI justโโ his voice cracked, โyouโre everything to me, and when I see someone else making you smile like thatโฆโ
โYou get possessive,โ you finished gently.
โโฆYeah.โ
You kissed his knuckles. โI only want your stupid jokes and your clingy hugs and your dumb fake dying whenever you get the sniffles.โ
He looked at you with wide, teary eyes. โYou mean it?โ
โIโd tattoo it on my forehead if it makes you feel better.โ
His smile returned instantly, the scary-jealous aura melting away into puppy-love mode again. โLetโs do matching tattoos.โ
โOh god.โ
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. โYou okay, Gyu?โ
Mingyu gave him a tight-lipped smile. โJust making sure my girlfriendโs not being stolen.โ
Joshua looked at you. โHeโs joking, right?โ
You patted Mingyuโs arm. โDepends. Did you offer me snacks or touch my shoulder? Those are his triggers.โ
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 youโre apart.
โI just saw a dog and it made me think of you. Because I love you. And also because it was drooling.โ
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.
โYouโre slaying, baby. Vogue will call any minute.โ
He never lets a day pass without reminding you in a million little ways that he loves you.
And sometimesโฆ when heโs sleeping, all curled around you, arms locked tight like you might vanish if he lets goโฆ you realize thereโs 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 wouldnโt have him any other way.
