#s.mingi

there’s nothing quite like spending the day with mingi at theme parks during the holidays

even though the holiday parades that march through the streets of the park are usually for little kids, the way mingi stops and appreciates every float, every song, every fluttering piece of confetti that falls through the air and into his hair makes you feel like you are one of the kids in the crowd with their mouth agape as one of the performers dressed as a nutcracker hands candy tenderly to whoever they can reach

the sparkle that never leaves mingi’s eyes is infectious, especially when you can feel his hands squeezing yours, gently trapped in its embrace as he excitedly bounces up and down after seeing a cool new float that has that one character he really likes on it

even after the parade has finished and all the characters are done dancing and laughing in the streets, you can still feel that mingi just loves the atmosphere so much

because you don’t want the cheer to fade away, you find yourself tugging mingi gently by your joined hands to the crepe stand, decorated with garland and fake candy canes to buy you both the holiday special crepe

which you share before inevitably going on the scariest roller coaster you can find

do you almost immediately regret eating something sweet before going on a huge coaster? yes absolutely. but was the flavor of the cinnamon-gingerbread crepe worth it? one hundred percent

and even though roller coasters can be terrifying, there’s just something about the way you and mingi release your nervous energy in the line

with anxious laughter and a sudden inability to stand still that makes you feel a little bit better about your impending doom

(or maybe, just maybe, it's the way you lock eyes with each other and behind the nerves of anticipation, you can see the excitement for the thrill of a lifetime laying in wait)

(or even more than that, maybe it’s the competitive edge both you and your boyfriend have to out-brave each other, even if you are both cowards in reality)

it’s all worth it when the ride hits a reprieve in the middle where you both turn to look at each other, wind-swept hair all over the place and incredulous looks of “i can’t believe how fast we just went- how are we alive?? that was so fun and terrifying!” on your faces

eventually having the joy of getting to laugh at one another when you get off the ride and see the photos that were snapped on it

with mingi’s mouth open, a silent scream immortalized in the frame and your eyes screwed shut and your hands raised above your head in classic roller coaster fashion

maybe your favorite part about going to theme parks with mingi though, beside the wonder in his eyes while watching the parade or the thrill of riding a scary roller coaster were all the in-between bits

where you would just be walking around under the stars with his arm around you and your body nestled into his, just talking about life, each other, love, anything that comes to mind really

sweet blush pastel yellows and greens honey bf mingi who loves holding your pinky finger with his whole hand

loves laying his head in your lap while you’re sitting on the sofa and even though he’s so tall when he stands next to you he just feels so tiny when he holds your arm close to his body

pouts when you jokingly lean away from his grabby hands trying to pull you into a hug

it’s crazy how many people think he’s some hooligan from his long limbs and sharp eyes until they see how he looks at you, like he’s going to melt if he looks for too long

but he loves the feeling of warm lovesick sweet gooey adoration he gets in his heart and soul for you

some people may comment on his attitude when it comes to you (which is just whipped boy who wants to love you for eternity) but he doesn’t see why people have an issue with the unconditional love he has for you

because seriously he’s just so enamored with everything you do and everything you are

even when you’re at the library studying for a test or just perusing the selection of books, he’s wrapped around you

until he realizes he has to get up to get a book in a nearby aisle and he’s pouting as he pulls away from you and you’re reassuring him that you’ll be right there when he gets back

so he figures if he goes fast enough he won’t be as sad about leaving you and your sweet scent and warmth

but he gets distracted in the aisle by someone who comes up to him and starts talking and you can’t tell what they’re talking about, but you know that he enjoys making connections with others so you’re happy that he’s getting to meet someone new

and you can also tell that the person is flirting with mingi from the way they’re playing with their hair and clothes

you think it’s cute how oblivious mingi is to that sort of stuff but those thoughts all stop mattering when he turns his head, looking at you, and just smiles the biggest, brightest smile where his eyes disappear into crescent moons

probably mentioning that you dragged him here, and you can’t help the blush you feel erupt across your face

because you think mingi is the most genuine, sweetest person you’ve ever met and you love how happy he makes you and how happy you make him

you’re so lost in thought about the man you adore most that you don’t realize until he’s grabbing your hand that he’s returned to the table you’re sat at, with the book he was looking for

as well as a small pout on his sweet lips and you ask him what’s wrong and he replies to you by telling you that he missed you

to which you burst out laughing because he was literally within your line of sight, how could he miss you??

but of course, he has a rebuttal for you, saying that he wasn’t able to be looking at you for the whole time, and that it made him sad

which is not acceptable on your watch for your boyfriend to be sad so after looking around to make sure you wouldn’t get caught and embarrassed, you lean in to plant a small peck on mingi’s lips

erasing the pout that previously sat there, and causing a smile to erupt instead which made your heart swell with love and affection for the man

and it’s like he was going through withdrawals of you, so he pulls you close to him, moving your whole chair so he would be able to nuzzle his face into your neck, hair tickling your nose

but you don’t mind it, instead patting it down and running your fingers through it

some warnings: angst. mentions of sex, but no actual sex scenes. suggestive. not quite a happy ending. i wrote this to break hearts.

song mingi didn’t love you. it didn’t really surprise you to find this out. maybe the lingering stares or the way he let you hold him or how he’d let you kiss him were an indicator that he might be interested. they weren’t. it did hurt, knowing that the man you were enamored with was just using you and all of your affection as a distraction, but you can’t exactly say you hadn’t seen it coming. see, all of your lingering stares directed towards mingi led you to notice his lingering stares towards a person that wasn’t you. but somehow he still caught on to your attention and used it to gain some sort of personal satisfaction. he didn’t parade you around like a trophy but he still used all of your affection to fulfill some sort of personal desire that he couldn’t get with the person he really wanted. you two weren’t exclusive but he let you do all of the things people who were exclusive would do, especially in private. straddling his lap and kissing up his neck and then back down to his chest while his head was upturned and his hands were by his side and he was uninterested that you were in love with him- he didn’t hold you, he never kissed you back, he never even paid attention to you when you were kissing him. you finally figured it out at some party the both of you had gone to, where mingi had surprised you by pulling you into the bathroom and whispering something distracted but sensual into your ear. you, too much of an opportunist to pass up his invitation to show your adoration, began to kiss up his neck as you normally would, and he, a creature of habit, let you with his hands still hanging low by his sides. of course, it still hurt to know that he was using you as a means to an end, for his own ego maybe, or perhaps some sort of sick pleasure twisted in his gut every time your hand fisted his shirt tightly to hang onto him like he was your lifeline. it wasn’t until a few minutes later when you figured why he had ushered you into the dingy, badly lit bathroom where you could hear some girl moaning through the thin walls as she was getting fucked into the bed in the next room. as your hands wander up mingi’s biceps, you vaguely recall seeing a girl walk into that room with some guy, and thinking back further, you remember seeing how earlier in the night, mingi’s eyes would follow her form around the room almost longingly. so he was pretending that it was her kissing up on him, not you. you guessed it stung to figure that all out, to put the pieces together, but honestly you felt almost… empty. realistically, you knew you weren’t special to him. so, you stopped kissing him. you pulled away without a word, and walked out of the shitty restroom. mingi seemed almost confused by your actions, which wasn’t that surprising, but what was surprising was the fact that he followed after you. after gently nudging your way through the crowd, you exited the party only to find mingi still on your trail, trying to reach you with an outstretched hand. weighing the pros and cons of turning around to interact with the man you had just been sloppily kissing, you decided to humor him. his voice is rather gruff when he addresses you, saying something along the lines of “hey, what are you doing?” the answer seems obvious- you’re leaving. he doesn’t seem to understand what you mean when you tell him that you’re done. once again, it’s obvious. you tell him that you mean it- you’re done. you’re not playing his games anymore, you’re not going to let him use you for his own desires while you’re hurt every time he calls you to ask if you want to come over, and you’re not going to let him pretend that he holds any consideration for your feelings. he just stands there as your voice gets higher and higher in intensity, until you’re almost yelling at him. he just stands there as you tell him that you thought you could maybe get it through his head that what he had done to you was shitty and hurtful. he just stands there as you sigh with venom in your voice and watches you give up and shake your head, uttering a last “fuck you, song mingi” before turning your back on him and walking down the sidewalk. you’re not looking back, but you can tell that he’s beginning his walk back to the party, maybe to try his hand at wooing the lady he was listening to getting fucked through the thin walls. but with every step you take away from him, you care less and less, your heart hurts less, and maybe you’re seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

like he’d be so fun just the two of you and you’re both singing pop songs at the top of your lungs with the windows down

sometimes mingi will stick his whole head out the window and just scream the lyrics to apple bottom jeans

and you’d be driving bc mingi would get too distracted if he was in the driver’s seat

but sometimes he’d try to grab your hand and pretend he was in a music video and overall be doing the most to be fun

he also doesn’t understand that he can’t yank your hand away while you’re driving bc it might make you accidentally yank the wheel

and that wouldn’t end so well so you always need to remind him to be a bit more gentle

mingi would try to dance to all of the songs even though he’s sitting and has a seatbelt on

when you’re stopped at a gas station for snacks and drinks, he’ll start dancing in the store because he felt so pent up in the car

and you just would pretend not to know him even though it’s obvious he’s with you

since you’d have to grab his hands to drag him away from all of the sugary snacks

he’d beg for more sugar but you know that if he has any more, he’d go into overdrive (he doesn’t crash somehow, you’ve tried before)

and eventually he’d end up giving you his puppy dog eyes and saying that he’d give you a kiss if you let him get some gummies

even though you’d try to deny him, you somehow end up letting him get a single package of gummy worms

just not the sour ones since they have all of the extra sugar on them

you’d tell him that he doesn’t get to kiss you in the store because that’s embarrassing

and he’d start to complain until you tell him that you’ll pay him back later 

as soon as you get back onto the road, you regret letting him get the gummies because he’d try to go into the backseat where there’s more room to dance

he’d basically end up screaming the songs into your ear as you try to drive

but aside from that, he’d be an amazing dj, playing tons of fun throwback songs along with some modern bangers that you both love

and when the song comes on that you both bonded over before you were dating comes on mingi turns that shit UP and belts out all the lyrics

then adds a soft “i love you” after the song ends

it just makes you feel so happy that he’s the man you ended up with

someone you can be goofy with and someone who could always make you smile and laugh, even if he gets a little too hyper sometimes

but that’s okay because he’s still so loveable

and when day turns to evening, you find a secluded space to park your car for the night

you’d sit on the hood of the car and watch the sunset together

by this point, mingi would have gotten rid of most of his hyper energy, so he’s pretty mellowed out

you’d both be holding hands while admiring the colors in the sky and the scent of the nighttime air

after the stars come out, he’d be pointing out the different constellations to you

and then he’d say something cheesy like “but the prettiest star is sitting right next to me”

you know it’s stupid, but it makes you smile and then he’d just look you in the eye and sincerely tell you that he’s totally in love with you, and that he loves being around you

he’d be blushing and mumbling and he tries to save himself the embarrassment by adding at the end of his speech that he “just thinks you’re swell”

which you have to laugh at because that’s what he settled on to make him feel less cheesy??????

sometimes you’ll have nighttime drives with the windows still rolled down but it’s always much more calm than during the days

with slower ballads playing quietly in the background and mingi just gently holding your hand in his

(without yanking it, so it’s not a hazard anymore)

and he’d be the kind of guy to rub his thumb against the back of your hand while humming whatever song is playing

even when you find a place to park for the night (he usually tries to find the cliche area overlooking whichever town you’re near) he wouldn’t let go of your hand

and you’d both end up laying in the backseat of your car

somehow he’d find a way to cram the both of you back there, and he likes how cramped it is because that means he’d get to be hugging you the entire night

that’s how you’d fall asleep and when you wake up

he’d still be wrapped around you with his eyes closed and he would look so peaceful and gentle

waking him up with kisses is his preferred method so you tend to do that otherwise he’d be slightly grumpy 

and the way the light would hit his eyes would just make him look so lovely

it’s those moments where it’s totally silent and you’re both still half asleep and cramped up from being in such a tight space all night that would somehow be mingi’s favorite moments with you

(and even though you probably wouldn’t want to admit it, they might just be your favorite moments too)

because it gives him the time he never has when he’s fully awake and being wild to admire you and every move you make and every eyelash on your eye and everything else he never really thinks to admire during the day

and you’d get to breathe in the smell of him mixed with the fresh morning air and you realize that no matter how far from where you live you are during your roadtrips, you never feel homesick because to you, mingi smells like home

so that must mean he is your home

he even feels like home when you run your fingers through his hair and gently touch his skin and his lips

(and he tastes like home when you’re kissing him)