Double Booked (Mingyu)
content warning: one bed trope; kissing; sex; words of affirmation
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Feb 14, 2026...that was the day you were supposed to have been married. Feb 19, 2026...that was the day you were meant to have flown off to your honeymoon.
Instead, you'd found your fiancé in bed with another woman, canceled the wedding, lost every single deposit, and buried yourself in pints of ice cream every day that followed.
"You know what you should do?" your roommate called. She was busy doing something in your room that apparently required every piece of clothing.
"What?" you asked with a mouthful of ice cream.
She sauntered into the room with your suitcase packed and rolled it towards you. "Go on the honeymoon. It's already paid for, and lord knows you deserve it."
"Alone? Go on my honeymoon alone?" you repeated, dreading the thought of rose petals at the door when you arrived by yourself.
"Yes! You are a strong and independent woman! You just avoided a divorce because the universe has something better in store for you...and I've heard the men in Italy are muy attractive."
"Muy is Spanish," you corrected her as you bit down on a chocolate chip.
"Then they're spaghetti attractive! I don't know...but listen, okay? You've got the days off already right?"
"Right..."
"So do you want to spend a week lying on the couch eating ice cream and watching reruns of soap operas and Judge Judy while crying about that dickhead? Or do you want to go to Italy?"
You frowned and took another bite of ice cream before answering, "Italy."
"Exactly! So get up, get showered...please shower...and go catch that flight!"
You glanced at the clock, not having even realized your plane would leave in just four hours. You felt more energized than you had in days and jumped up to run to the bathroom before rushing back to Emily. "Thank you!" you squealed as you hugged her tight, squeezing her with all of your strength.
"You're welcome," she answered though she pulled back with a disgusted scrunch of her nose. "And I'm serious about that shower!" she called as you ran off.
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15 hours later, you were standing at the foot of the longest staircase in the entire world while glaring at your suitcase. You knew there was only one way to get it inside which meant walking up the stairs backwards and lugging the thing up each individual step.
You made it to step 35 when your phone rang. You held it with your cheek and shoulder while grunting, "Hello?"
"How is Italy?" Emily asked. You could hear her typing in the background and knew she'd gotten to work.
"All I've seen so far are the stairs," you complained while tugging the bag up another step.
"I bet they're beautiful stairs with beautiful men," she imagined just as a short angry man moved around you, shouting something in Italian about American tourists.
"There are men," you teased as you finally made it to the landing where your Airbnb was. She gasped for breath. "But I'm not in a state to meet any of them considering I was just on a plane and then a taxi and then climbed the tallest staircase in the world."
"Well, that's what tomorrow is for," she replied as you inputted the door code. You breathed a sigh of relief when it opened on the first try, desperate for a shower and for bed.
"True. I've got a whole day of activities planned," you began while bringing the bag in. "I'm going to take a gondola along the canal and I'm taking a street food tour in the afternoon," you explained eagerly as you pulled open your bedroom door. "And then I'm...oh my god!" you screamed while running from the bedroom. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!"
"(Y/N) what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"There's a man in my bed! Oh my god!" you shouted again.
"Okay wait...first, is he cute?"
"Why does that matter Emily? He's in my bed!"
The man stirred and sat up with messy hair and a crooked grin. His eyes had barely opened when he mumbled, "I love it when I dream about hot women."
"You're not dreaming!" you scolded as you marched over to the bed. "And you slept way past your checkout time. I booked this entire place, so...you need to leave."
"Aww don't make him leave..." Emily complained just before you hung up on her.
"Well that's funny, because I have an email right here that says I booked this place," he explained. When he reached for the phone the comforter moved lower and you realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
spaghetti attractive, you thought...cursing Emily for putting that string of words in your head.
The stranger showed you his email which correctly identified him as the person who had booked the house for the week.
You hurriedly checked your reservation to ensure the dates were the same, and flashed your screen to show that they were.
He shrugged and laid back in the bed with his arms casually fixed behind his head. "They double-booked it."
"Well, I'm filing a complaint. I'm here on my honeymoon, and I'm not sharing it with some random guy."
He choked back a laugh when you began dialing Airbnb.
"What's so funny?" you asked while clued into the ringing on the other end of the line.
"Well...I hate to break it to you, but honeymoons require two people, and unless you married a ghost or you're one of those freaks attracted to their suitcase..."
"Ahh, I can see how this is some big joke to you Mr. Too Tall for the Average Dooway, but I happen to be honeymooning alone since my fiancé...ex fiancé...was fucking another woman."
"So you're single?" he asked with a cock of his brow. "Hi, I'm Mingyu," he smirked as he extended his hand.
"Hi, I'm..."
"Thanks for holding. Can I have the name of the person who's calling?"
"(Y/N)," you said into the phone and turned to go to the living room to chat with the operator. "I just checked into the Airbnb but another guest has a booking for the same dates."
"Does this place have two bedrooms by any chance? Some owners rent each space individually."
You went down the hall and opened both doors (one a bathroom and the other a closet) before answering. "Nope, there's just one bedroom with one bed."
"I see..." she hummed into the phone while the keyboard clacked. "There's nothing else available for the dates you need in that area, but I can offer you a complimentary gondola tour."
You grit your teeth in frustration. "I've already booked a gondola tour. I need a place to stay."
"Umm, what if we refund 50% of your stay?"
"Fifty? I can't even stay here! Someone else is already in bed!"
"Well, you already checked in so..."
"Honey, what did I say about calling Airbnb?" Mingyu teased as he reached for the phone, fighting you for it. "Sorry about that. She'll take a full refund and tour," he shouted through the receiver.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" she asked as the phone was stolen from your hand.
"Oh, I'm the other guest staying here. Kim Mingyu...Nope, Ming-YU...as in YOU don't know how to run a business. Yes, that's right. Perfect! Thank you so much!" he grinned as he ended the phone call and gave you back your phone.
"I was handling it," you told him with a roll of your eyes.
"Well, now we both have a free stay, a free gondola ride, and dinner along the canal."
"You got all that? Just by being a guy?" you frowned.
"No...I got all that because I stay in different locations with them nearly every week."
"How? Are you some sort of blogger?"
"Close!" he laughed before heading off to bed. "I'm actually a promoter. I promote the biggest clubs and largest parties in the world."
"I hate that I find that cool," you smiled, surprised to find yourself tucking your hair behind your ears like you always did when you were nervous.
"And what do you do?"
"It's not nearly as interesting as being a word-renowned club promoter," you blushed, wondering if he'd find your occupation lame, and wondering what you even cared what he thought.
"Is it making nicknames for people? Because that too tall for doorways one was pretty good," he teased, smiling at you with a dimpled grin that melted your insides in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.
"I'm an art teacher," you confessed, watching his eyes light up in interest rather than dismissal.
"That's awesome! What do you teach? Kids or college? Or do you own a studio? I could see you in a studio," he guessed.
"Really? A studio?" you asked, cheeks burning at the thought. You'd always wanted to have your own studio but Ethan had always told you that you were better suited to help kids learn the basics than to sell your own pieces. You didn't mind because you loved kids...but it did feel forced upon you.
"Yeah!" he enthused. "With cute little overalls covered in splatters and brushes everywhere. What do you like to paint most?"
You hadn't been asked that in a long time. For a decade your answer had always been the same, "Silhouettes."
"Interesting," he pondered as he settled against the doorframe. "Why's that?"
You shrugged. "I like the anonymity. I like painting beautiful scenes and then a couple in the foreground kissing. Why are they hidden? Are they skipping work? Are they shy about PDA? Are they having an affair..." you trailed off, eyes feeling heavy and sad.
"Do you sell any? I'd love to see your portfolio," he asked.
"No," you sighed as you sat on the couch. "I mainly teach kids. My pieces are collecting dust somewhere."
"Why?" he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Someone told me I wasn't good enough, and I believed them," you admitted in a soft voice.
Mingyu nodded as if he understood. "Italy is very inspiring," he began. "Maybe you'll paint something here."
"Maybe," you told him shyly before heading off to the shower.
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You woke up groggily on the couch to the sound of someone cooking bacon and humming to themselves. In front of you on the coffee table was a mug filled with orange juice. You reached for it and took a gulp before sitting up. You must've slept for ten hours and yet still felt exhausted.
"There's coffee, too," Mingyu called from the kitchen. "But I know teachers are picky about how they make that so I didn't want to start your morning pissed off."
"Thanks," you yawned and stood to retrieve another mug to dump the liquid gold into. You sipped it with your eyes closed, still struggling to give in to the morning.
"You take it straight? Hmm. A little complicated but I'll try to remember that," he joked while plating your bacon and handing you a plate containing blueberry pancakes, bacon, and a banana.
"Thank you," you said, still too tired to argue that he didn't have to make breakfast for a stranger.
"Well, you did let me have the bed."
"Let you?" you laughed. "When I came back you were sprawled out like a starfish. I couldn't have squeezed in anywhere even if I tried."
"Interesting," he smirked.
"What?" you asked as you ate a bite of the pancake...moaning in satisfaction at the freshness of the fruit.
"Well...you still checked to see if there was room. If I'd been on one side would you have shared?"
You suddenly felt very hot and very embarrassed. "Did you want me to share?"
"Your friend yelled at me this morning for putting you on the couch," he said as he ate.
You nearly choked as you replied a strangled, "What? You talked to Emily?"
He nodded. "She called like a hundred times to make sure I wasn't a serial killer. She even facetimed me which is when she saw you on the couch."
"Oh god," you hid in your hands and peeked between your fingers. "What did she say?"
He furrowed his brows in confusion as he recited, "She told me to tell you your spaghetti needs a little sauce."
That time you did choke, and Mingyu had to bang on your back to release the pancake from your throat.
"You good?" he checked with a tinge of fear in his expression.
You nodded and chugged some of the orange juice to swallow it down. "So...our gondola ride is at 2 and I was thinking that..."
"Our?" you repeated. "Don't you have a club to promote? Or plans that didn't involve someone recovering from a breakup?"
"The club opens in two days. I already scheduled all my posts to go out, so for the rest of the week I can just relax and enjoy the city."
"With me?" you gawked.
"Yeah?" he laughed. "Unless you had someone else you planned to spend the day with."
You didn't, so you told him the truth.
"Great! Then let's get ready to go," he said with a smile. "Oh, and wear white. It looks nice on gondolas."
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"Such a lovely couple!" the gondolier shouted as you approached.
"Oh we're not actually..." you began to explain, but Mingyu threw his arm around you and interrupted. "Doesn't she look stunning in yellow?"
He'd asked you to wear white but that dress felt too bridal. You'd chosen a yellow one instead that felt like sunshine against your skin.
"So beautiful," he kissed the air as he spoke. "I know you've just been married, but if you'd like another husband," he teased, but Mingyu saw the hurt in your eyes.
"It took me years to get her," he distracted him while you wiped a tear. "You've only had minutes."
"You can't blame a guy for trying," he grinned as Mingyu extended a hand to help you into the boat.
You joined him and settled on the bench, feeling a little embarrassed that Airbnb had booked this outing for your honeymoon...
"You okay?" Mingyu whispered as the man began rowing.
You nodded behind the hurt and looked out at the view. Venice really was pretty. You'd never seen a city built around a canal like this before...a city so one with the water. The sun reflected on every drift, its light refracting into the ancient stone.
"It might be kind of stupid," Mingyu explained as he reached into his bag, "but I thought you'd want these. I found them in your bag."
You looked down at the sketch pad and charcoal in his hands, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. You took them and opened the page where you began sketching the outline of the bridge up ahead. You'd fill in the details later, but you wanted to capture the woman standing on the bridge. She was standing with her hair blowing behind her and a coin in her hand. She looked completely at peace and tossed it in the water just as you passed.
You realized it wasn't a coin at all but a ring and watched in shock as she walked away from whatever past the ring had held.
"Inspired?" Mingyu asked as he leaned over to watch you.
You nodded and bit your lip in concentration so you could draw the ring...the diamond, cushion cut ring so big it must've cost thousands...discarded with all of their dreams of a future.
Mingyu's arm fell around you casually, and you did your best to ignore the way it burned against your hip.
"The lovely couple must kiss under the bridge! It brings a long happy life together to the couples who trust its magic!" the gondolier explained.
"Oh! We're kind of shy," you told him.
"If you don't kiss, your relationship will be doomed!" he warned.
"We're just not people that do that," you excused again.
Mingyu cocked his brow, saying nothing in defiance of the gondolier despite your silent motions urging him to. Instead, he shrugged. "Emily told me to tell you to have rigatoni experiences," he said. "Now...I don't know what rigatoni means here because I’m pretty sure it’s a pasta, but I sell experiences for a living. Isn't a kiss on a gondola under a bridge a key Venice moment?" he asked as the bridge approached.
You turned to the approaching stone and back to Mingyu then back again, wondering what you should do. It was clear it was your decision, but Emily's words made sense.
So you gave into your impulse and breathed "Rigatoni," before leaning in to Mingyu just as the bridge shadowed you in its darkness, shading you like a silhouette while your lips pressed to his.
He was warm and gentle, and his hand cupped your cheek and brushed your flushed skin as you sank deeper into his touch. When you felt the sun’s warmth, you pulled back to find Mingyu's eyes were still closed...his lips still puckered. You blushed and turned back to your sketch pad as his heavy eyes opened to watch, tracing from your stained hands to your lips.
The gondolier pulled into a dock, and you returned the items to Mingyu for safe traveling in his backpack. When he helped you out of the gondola, your charcoaled hands stained his palm, and he looked down with a smile at the ash it left behind.
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"She likes spaghetti with just a little sauce," Mingyu explained to the waitress. He'd not yet caught on to Emily's metaphors and was now sitting across from you at the dinner you'd been given for the mix-up. He ordered wine and smiled his boyish smile while staring down at his hands.
You'd washed them a dozen times but the charcoal had stained the skin for now, and yet he didn't seem bothered by that.
Your phone suddenly chimed and you glanced down with a giggly grin. Having any rigatoni adventures?
I'm more of a rotini girl.
His dick is spiraled😳
You tossed your phone into your bag with a laugh and looked up at Mingyu who was patiently waiting for an explanation.
"It's just Emily wondering how much pasta I've tried."
"It's nice that you have a friend like that," he smiled softly. Your heart fluttered under his gaze, and you turned away shyly to look out at the water.
Your food arrived and you thanked the waitress upon realizing how yummy it looked. Before you could dig in, Mingyu raised his phone. "Here," he grinned, showing you the photo he'd taken. "Now you can let Emily know you've tried two types of pasta."
"I only ordered one," you pointed out.
"You can try some of mine," he offered.
Mingyu put both dishes in the middle and kept the wine flowing while you ate, both of you clearly preferring your pasta to his. He'd texted you the photo and Emily had hearted the message, which you knew was due to the fact that you'd even gotten a meal with him despite your usual cautious personality.
Mingyu was charming all evening and had even offered to hold your hand on the walk back to the Airbnb. You'd swung it proudly between you as you stumbled up the steps, and laughed when he slipped and laughed harder when he was upset you'd laughed.
When you finally made it back to the top, your gaze zeroed in on his fingers pressing the buttons to the keypad, then to his hand reaching for yours again to pull you inside.
You didn't let go of him, and instead held on and stared at him with little nervous giggles.
"What?" he smiled, flashing a dimple that made you melt.
"We kissed," you reminded him with a flush of your cheeks. You'd been replaying it over and over all evening.
"We did," he hummed, his eyes sparkling at the recollection.
"It was nice," you sighed happily as you plopped onto the bed while holding his hand.
He sat beside you and watched with a grin as you curled into the sheets. "You don't have to stay on the couch, you know?" he offered. "I can keep my hands to myself."
You sat up with a frown. "What if I don't want you to keep them to yourself?"
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You awoke to Mingyu’s arm wrapped around your waist. Neither of you had changed out of your date clothes, both too tipsy to function after the wine waterfall at dinner.
"Stay," Mingyu complained when you tried to leave the bed. "You’re warm."
"I have to shower," you told him, your heart aching when you realized you'd just woken up next to someone new for the first time in years.
"Rigatoni," he pouted.
"What?" you laughed while trying to squirm free.
He shrugged and squeezed you tighter, "It worked yesterday for the kiss. I thought it might make you cuddle."
"I'll cuddle when I'm not sticky with yesterday's sweat," you promised, though you felt sick when you said it. You weren't sure you were ready to move on or even have a rebound guy...even if the rebound guy could be someone as hot and nice as Mingyu.
"Fine," he sighed as he released you. You stumbled from the bed and hurried to the bathroom, weighing the likelihood in your mind that you could fuck him and go home like everything was normal.
You felt so much better when you were clean, and when you walked back in the room in your towel, you noticed Mingyu was eying your sketch.
"Oh..." you muttered, your insecurities creeping up. "It's not done yet."
Mingyu looked up with eyes glassy from tears, as if the woman's pain had become his own. "You're so talented, (Y/N)."
You hadn’t been told that by anyone except Emily in so long. Suddenly, it didn't matter what the pros and cons list in your heart was saying. Even if it felt like you'd been stabbed when you got home, you wanted Mingyu now.
You moved the piece from his hands to the nightstand and mounted his lap. A towel wasn't the optimal choice of clothing right now, but it would do. His hands settled on your waist right away, and you cupped his cheeks with your stained hands, feeling freer than you had in years.
"Rigatoni?" he teased, his eyes hopeful.
"Rigatoni," you laughed and kissed him again, smiling into it as you'd never felt happier than you did in this very moment.
Mingyu squeezed you close so that your chest was against his, and your waist absentmindedly ground against his hips. Mingyu groaned against your kiss and threaded his fingers through your damp hair. "Fuck that's good," he rasped as he drove your waist back and forth. His voice was so husky and desperate that you determined you'd give him anything he wanted as long as he kept talking like that.
"I've never..." you began to explain, but your voice was lost in whimpers.
"You've never what, baby?" Mingyu asked, each word moaned in a warm breath against your neck.
"I've only been with..." you tried again, but the words got lost when Mingyu sucked a sensitive spot by your ear.
"I can make it feel so good for you," he promised as he laid you back against the bed. A gentle finger traced down your cheek and arm before running up your thigh.
You gasped and stared at him, wondering how a little touch could feel like sparks.
Mingyu kissed you softly, his words a lingering vow, "I'm going to make you feel loved."
You kissed him again, gently this time as you permitted him to take you in every way.
“I’m going to make you feel seen,” Mingyu breathed as he drove his hand up your side and reached for the edge of the towel you'd tucked in on your side. He paused as if waiting for a sign to release it.
It came when you whispered, "Please," and arched against him, eager to feel his touch.
He pulled the towel away, letting it fall around you, and looked down to take in your naked frame. He sucked in a breath and bit his lip as your cheeks grew red from nerves. His eyes trailed from your thighs to your chest and up to your lips.
“I’m going to make you feel like you’re mine,” he rasped with a kiss.
You moaned against his lips and traced your hands across his broad shoulders before beginning to undo each button on his dress shirt. You wanted to feel his skin…you wanted him to be yours.
He tugged the shirt away when you started to work on taking off his pants. He smiled against your lips and pulled back with drunken eyes as he stood off the bed, his pants pooling around his feet.
He looked bigger now. He stretched his arm behind him while staring at you with a tempting sparkle in his eyes. You felt small and moved to cover yourself, confused as to why he’d gotten out of bed.
“I don’t want you to regret anything,” he confessed. “I know it’s complicated for you right now.”
He was too sweet. He must’ve been so tall and big because his body had to accommodate his heart.
“The only thing I’d regret is leaving here without being with you,” you admitted before reaching for his hand and bringing him back to bed. He settled against you and traced from freckle to freckle along your skin.
“I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,” Mingyu confessed, his cheeks and ears burning at the admission.
Your eyes stung and you brushed your lips against his before breathing, “I wish you had.”
Mingyu’s lips were careful and hesitant, but his hands explored as they pleased. He ran them down your sides and cupped your breast and his body eventually settled between your legs, allowing you to feel his weight and his need.
“I don’t usually do this,” Mingyu whispered between kisses, his hand now tangled in your hair. “I know I promote parties and clubs and that, that scene has a certain reputation, but I can’t…I can’t perform if I don’t feel something.”
Your gaze softened when you looked at him…really looked. Mingyu may have been a club promoter in the sexiest body you’d seen…but in his eyes, you saw the depth of his soul. He was gentle and a little afraid, and he gave meaning to things that mattered and moved on from things that didn’t. He was a romantic…and he was full of love that he couldn’t help but share.
“I feel something, too,” you confessed, watching his chest fall in relief that it wasn’t one-sided. “But I can’t say it yet…it’s too soon after…”
“I know,” he muttered. “So let me show you instead.”
You nodded through the first tears as Mingyu pulled off his boxers. You hadn’t expected him to be small, but you were still shocked by his length. Before you could panic, he kissed you…then your chest…then your stomach…and then your thighs.
He pulled your legs apart and looked up with dark desire before asking, “May I?”
You bit your lip and nodded before watching him sink in and lick a stripe through your center. Not only was the view of it enough to still your heart, but the feeling ignited you from the inside. You didn’t feel in control anymore, and the sounds that left your lips when he did it again were inhuman.
Mingyu hummed in satisfaction, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked your clit and probed your cunt with his tongue. You couldn’t help but grind against his face, but he didn’t stop you. He let you use him in whatever way you needed…no matter how desperate or messy.
And when he pushed a finger into you, you fell apart. Your back arched off the bed as you fisted his hair, whimpering his name and pleading for more but also for less. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.
Mingyu kissed your thighs and worked his way back up your body, his skin feverish. “I can do that again if you’d like,” he offered. “You sounded so pretty,” he praised as he kissed your neck and nibbled your ear.
You nearly permitted him to eat you out a second time, but then you felt his hardened length against your cunt and knew there was even more pleasure to be had.
You cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, earning a gentle hum. “I want you to make me feel like yours,” you breathed, reciting his promise from earlier.
He interlaced your stained hand with his and kissed your ring finger. “Feel like mine? Or would you like to be mine?”
You felt warm inside at his words and kissed his finger too. “Make me yours.”
Mingyu’s eyes softened as he pressed your hand against the bed. He aligned his cock and pushed in just the slightest bit, but already you knew your heart was his.
He was slow, giving you time to adjust to his size…time to share kisses with whines against each other’s lips as the morning sun turned to afternoon. And once he finally fit, he paused inside you, showing what it meant to be filled both physically and emotionally.
“Mine,” he breathed between kisses before setting a savory pace. Mingyu wasn’t rushing to his end or chasing yours…he was sharing an experience with you…one where your bodies melted together like one…a moment where time felt frozen and your hearts felt heated.
You squeezed his hand and cried, unsure if you’d ever felt love before. Mingyu wasn’t scared of the tears or worried because he could sense you were feeling the same way he was with every pulse around his cock inside you and every shared breath when he pressed inside.
“I’m certain nothing could ever feel better than this,” he rasped.
“I don’t ever want to find out,” you confessed. “I just want you…I want this.”
Mingyu kissed your cheek and neck and pressed his lips to your ear. “I’m yours.”
You squeezed him close, his words hot against your skin and nearly pushing you to the end. You couldn’t stop the way your hips met his, or the way your heart raced in your chest, thudding against your skin and fighting to be seen.
“I want to love you in all the ways you deserve,” he continued, his pace quickening.
“Please,” you breathed, your voice shaky and vision blurred.
“I want to hold you through more adventures and introduce you to my friends,” he muttered.
“Mingyu…” you tried to reciprocate but your voice broke when his hips began to stutter.
“Give yourself to me, baby,” he begged. “And I’ll make it worth it.”
You kissed him, relinquishing to him in every way you could before whispering a sure and needy, “Yours.”
