#mingiff

as you walked into the studio, you were quickly submerged by the sound of music. drums, guitars, bassists, all kinds of instrument players were reunited with the same goal in mind; joining the new band called ecstasy and debuting their career as a musical artist. excitement and stress rushed through your veins as you took a sit alongside the other musicians, staring down at your electric guitar as you sighed, closing your eyes as you prayed, hoping you get picked.

“y/n? please come on in.” a woman spoke loudly in order for the person called — in this case, you — to hear her soft voice in the middle of the chaotic music. at the sound of your name, you stood up and followed the brunette, who greeted you with a smile, up on the stage.

“we’re currently missing a band member to accompany the 5 others that are already part esctasy. the instrument they play doesn’t really matter but we’re more aiming for a guitarist.” the man you assumed was the manager spoke, looking into your eyes as you nodded at his words.

“i suppose you’ve listened to the demo we’ve sent by email, please recreate it here with the band.” if only he knew how much you played that demo. not only did you adore it, but you wanted to make sure you properly memorized it. as soon as the members were sure you were ready, they immediately started playing alongside you. it felt natural for you to play with them and you hoped they felt the same way.

you were pretty sure you fucked up the audition. not only were the members giving you weird looks, but the manager didn’t utter a word. “fuck fuck fuck fuck. don’t tell me i fucked up my only chance!” you panicked, walking back and forth in your bedroom before you threw yourself on the bed, covering your face as frustration took over your body.

you have still not received a call despite the fact two days had gone by since you went for the audition and the suspense was slowly killing you, filling you with thoughts you swore you’d never have as they’d only cause you to panic.

whilst you were planning to bed rot for the next few days, your phone suddenly rang. reluctant to pick it up, you shifted on your bed and reached towards it, not bothering to look at the contact info as you answered the call.

“is this y/n?” the unknown voice asked, earning a confused affirmation from you. “we’re happy to announce that you’ve been selected to be the 6th official member of ecstasy! please come by the studio tomorrow to meet all of the other members.” the feminine voice added, earning a sigh from you.

“oh my.. thank you so much! i’ll be there tomorrow.” you spoke before the call ended, immediately falling on your bed out of excitement. all your worries suddenly disappeared as you stared at the ceiling with a smile on your face, eager to meet and talk to the people you’ll start spending most of your time with after tomorrow.

you had spent way too much time deciding on an outfit this morning, which caused you to almost miss the train ride to the neighborhood the studio was located in. as you walked into the building, you were greeted by the receptionist who led you to the room, owned by ecstasy, in which you were immediately greeted by the rest of the members.

with a smile on your face, you stepped into the room and were immediately welcomed by everyone else, except one person. you were pretty sure it was a masculine figure, he had a hoodie on and covered his face with his cap so you, unfortunately, couldn’t get a hold of what he looked like.

“that’s mingi in the corner, by the way. he’s asleep right now as we were waiting for you, but don’t worry, hana’s gonna wake him up.” the oldest member — jiho — spoke. according to popular media, he was actually the very first person who was recruited for the band and he picked two out of the six members. of course, those were only rumors, and you were too afraid to ask questions as you both were still strangers.

when mingi finally woke up due to the constant chatter and loud laughter, he adjusted himself on his seat which allowed you to finally get a glimpse at his face. it was him. the mysterious one night stand you told your friends about. the cocky bastard who fucked the shit out of you and suddenly disappeared out of nowhere with no trace. he didn’t even give you his name.

you didn’t hate him... at least you thought you didn’t until you saw his face again. lost in the clouds, you hadn’t realized that he was staring at you. one of the members tapped you to pull you out of your thoughts then reminded everyone that you had to play together before parting ways, which you did.

after two hours, you all decided to take a break and you took that as an opportunity to go to the bathroom. whilst washing your hands, your mind drifted back to the previous repetition session. you tried remembering each member by associating their names with their faces and unfortunately, your happy mood was ruined when you thought about him again.

as you did so, you heard footsteps approaching and quickly took a look with the mirror displayed in front of you. disappointed by who walked in, you rolled your eyes and dried your hands with one of the one time use towels provided. in the midst of walking out, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back.

you flinched at his sudden touch and looked up at him, confused as to why he was paying attention to you, let alone forcing you to stay close to him after what he pulled a few weeks ago.

“what do you want.. i have plans.” you lied through your teeth, not able to think of a better excuse to avoid him. “y/n please, can we talk? i missed you.” he said, earning a scoff from you. he missed you? that had to be the best joke you’ve heard all year.

“you’re shitting me right now mingi. you.. YOU missed me? please don’t make me laugh. after you slept with me and disappeared with no way for me to contact you. i shouldn’t be mad because it was supposedly a one night stand, but you knew how much i wanted more. our conversation at the bar was not a one night stand thing, or was i misreading your intentions? your feelings? the tension?” you retorted, slapping his hand away from your waist, unsure how to feel about him at the moment.

“okay so i guess i have to explain... i know whatever i say is no excuse for hiding things from you but the week we hooked up was when i got scouted for ecstasy and i had already appeared in some unknown magazines, which meant i had to keep my identity a secret. i know i should’ve trusted you, i know you would’ve understood but i was so scared to blow everything up so i preferred keeping it a secret. i’m so sorry y/n.. please forgive me.”

his apology seemed genuine and his reasons for hiding things was actually very understandable but you still felt disappointed that he didn’t even try to contact you. you sighed, “thanks for explaining but.. i don’t want to hear anything about it anymore. let’s just ignore eachother, yeah?” you spoke before you walked away.

ring.. ring.. ring.. was what you heard whilst you were deep into your beauty sleep. you opened an eye, annoyed, as you grabbed the device that had been ringing on your bedside table for what seemed like the past ten minutes. you wanted to ignore it, but it just kept on going and it pissed you off even more.

“hello? who’s this?” you asked, picking up the call without looking at the contact info, your eyes closing as you yawned. it was obvious that you were exhausted, the band has been overworking the whole week and the workload was getting to you. due to this, everyone was given three days off.

“hey y/n.. it’s jiho. i wouldn’t normally be calling at this hour but i have a favor to ask of you.” the masculine voice spoke from across the phone.

“mhmm…” you mumbled, the obvious tiredness slowly catching up to you as you forced yourself to listen to him.

“mingi called asking for a lift. i could tell he was drunk but i’m in jeju island with my girlfriend and the rest of the members are unavailable. i’m really sorry to wake you up for this, but i’m very worried for him.”

ugh. of course all this was about mingi. he always had to make everything about him and draw as much attention to himself. “okay.” you said, cutting the call as you lazily stood up from the bed. you weren’t in the mood to argue, you just wanted to get the bastard to his apartment and then go back to snuggling your sheets.

it had been two hours and you finally got him to his apartment. it was such a journey from the bar to his home and it was a trip you hope you wouldn’t have to do again. you laid the man down on his bed, stretching afterwards as the weight of his body was overwhelming. he was toned and his muscles relaxed made him so fucking hard to carry.

you sighed and then as you were about to walk away, he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you back, causing you to fall on top of him. “y/n.. please forgive me.” he said, looking at you like he was about to cry. his face was red from all the alcohol he had been drinking and you would be lying if you said he didn’t look scrumptious.

“please.. i miss you… so.. so.. much.” he begged, a small pout forming on his lips. he looked so adorable, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give in, just this one time? maybe you could even get your revenge. you touched his lips with your finger, considering.

he grabbed your wrist, staring at your lips before he smashed his against yours, kissing you like you were his drug, his only reason for living. you kissed him back, cupping his cheeks with your hands as you savored the taste of his lips mixed with the bitterness of the whiskey he had been drinking. it was such an addicting flavor. you sat on his lap, your legs on each side of his pelvis as you deepened the kiss.

your tongues intertwined, the sloppy noises of your saliva mixing together as the soft groans he let out took over the room. his hands made their way down your back, stopping at your ass which he squeezed. you missed craved his touch. as his hands began to slip inside your pants, you pulled away from the kiss and stopped him from exploring further.

instead, with his bulge poking in between your legs, you decided to tease him a bit. you bit your lip as you began moving, slowly, a moan making it’s way out of your mouth and a grunt leaving his.

“fuck..” you whispered, moving a bit faster against his pants. you wanted to feel more, so you threw his pants across the room, leaving him in his boxers as you continued where you left off. your moans became louder, you could literally feel his cock twitch beneath you and the grunts he was letting out weren’t helping either.

“y/n please let me touch you.” he said, looking into your eyes but you denied his request. “absolutely not, this is your punishment.” you countered, your eyes not leaving his as you stood up from him. you then removed his boxers, his dick springing out of it. you kneeled next to him as you licked his tip that had become sensitive due to the fact his boner had began to hurt him. he wanted you so bad, and his body sure wasn’t afraid of showing it.

you used your hand to rub his cock, making sure you did it as slowly as possible, wanting to see how much you could tease him before he lost his shit, but he was surprisingly patient. you smirked as you moved faster, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “y/n, please….” he begged and you hummed in response, licking his tip once again before you decided to put it in your mouth.

you sucked on his dick — making sure to use your hands as well — as you moaned against it, giving him as much pleasure as you could. he grabbed your hair, but didn’t do anything. though he wanted so much more, he was holding back because he was scared of losing you again.

you moved your head faster, sucking and rubbing as much as you could until you eventually stopped. he was close to his edge, and you wanted him to suffer so you decided to leave him there, stopping him from cumming to you. “i need to go him now, mingi.” you said, helping him redress. he felt a bit sad, but he didn’t hold you back, he knew you still had hateful feelings towards him for what he did, and he wasn’t sure you’d ever forgive him.

little did you know, this was the last time the both of you ever spoke to each other and only interacted when necessary for the band.

dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/saradika-graphics