#song mini

"Coming!" You shout from your bed room as someone rings your doorbell.

It's a rainy Thursday night and you've just dried your hair after taking the most relaxing everything shower you've ever had.

University life is stressful - especially when a certain guy in your class, who you may or may not have had a crush on since the moment you met him, decided to call you untalented in front of the entire class.

Mingi was his name. Turning up to every lesson is the most non-slutty slutty outfits that a man could ever wear. His large shoulders, chest and his tiny whorish waist constantly on display through his tight t shirts. You weren't surprised you fell for him but you knew you could not tell anyone - that's a sign of weakness.

Instead, you resorted to playful teasing and banter, which he readily engaged in. But something about the way he'd called you untalented at the class hangout before lesson made it feel as if he was being serious. Unable to contain your realisation in that moment, you excused yourself from room and walked to the bathroom without trying to arouse any suspicion that you could actually be feeling upset.

Washing your face, making sure to erase any signs that you had been crying, you head back to the classroom and stay quiet for the rest of the lesson. At the end, Mingi comes over to you.

"Are you okay?" he asks, genuine concern plastered on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You say, forcing a smile on your face as you quickly walk out the door and back to your apartment.

After eating what may well have been a lifetime supply of gyozas from your freezer, you decided today would be a self care day as you watch the clouds begin to darken outside and the rain begin to fall.

That's why you found it confusing that anyone would be at your door at this time. Your apartment was a little way away from anyone else's that you knew.

You open the door to find a soaking wet Mingi stood in front of you.

"Mingi what are-" you start before being interrupted as Mingi wraps his arms around your frame, dwarfing you in the process.

It catches you off guard, as you feel yourself stop breathing. When you finally manage to tell your brain to keep breathing, your other senses kick in. He smells so good, he always smells good. His hair tickles the side of your neck as you realise he's crying.

Mingi never cries.

He made that very clear before when you jokingly told him to cry after he feigned sadness.

"Hey, it's okay. Let it out, it's okay." you say, unable to move your hands to comfort him in any sort of way because his arms were still tightly wrapped around you.

"I'm sorry." He sniffles into your neck.

"Huh?" You say.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Mingi babbles, a constant string of sorries tumbling out of his mouth.

Shimmying out his grasp, you manage to free yourself and grab his face.

"Mingi, breathe."

"I-"

"I said breathe, not speak."

When you finally see him take a deep breath, you begin to speak.

"Come inside." You begin, "You're drenched."

Guiding him inside, you point to the bathroom.

"Take a shower, I'll leave a towel and some clothes at the door." you say softly.

He nods slowly and slumps towards the bathroom. When you finally hear the lock click and the shower begin to run, you let your emotions overcome you as you steady yourself against the wall.

What just happened?

No time to stand and think, you need to find him some clothes. Mingi was a giant of a man compared to you. None of your clothes would fit him.

Frantically searching through your wardrobe, you pull out the largest shirt you had, a gift from your mum that she had sent in a care package after your second week at university.

That'll do. Now, trousers?

You try and find the largest pair of sweatpants you could find, with no success.

Now what?

Your internal panic begins to increase as you hear the shower turn off. Running towards the bathroom door, you leave the tent of a shirt and a towel on the floor. Gently knocking on the door, you speak.

"Hey, so I don't have any bottoms for you because you know- you're huge so if you pass me your clothes, I can put them in the dryer while you get changed?" you offer.

You hear the lock click and watch as steam escapes the doorway and Mingi's arm outstretched hands you his clothes which have obviously been wrung out in the sink.

Bless him, he tried.

"Shirt and towel are at the door." You say, turning on your heels and walking towards your dryer and throwing his damp clothes in. Turning it on, you flop down on your sofa and decide to doom scroll through your instagram feed. You need this time to ground yourself somewhere in reality, why not let it be in other people's reality.

And just as you were about to question whether this was all real happening or not, Mingi appears in the doorway of the living room.

His usual demeanour was gone, his teasing aura now replaced with something similar to a shy little child. Staring down at his feet, you realise why.

Your shirt only just fit him and the towel that was wrapped around his waist hung dangerously low.

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling.

"Come sit." You say, patting the sofa next to you. "Your clothes should be done in like fifteen minutes ish? That depends on whether the dryer wants to be good and actually work, otherwise it may take longer."

You feel the sofa dip as you watch Mingi sit down next to you. His hair still slightly damp, framing his eyes, which now looked heavy, a stark contrast from his usual shiny and outgoing self.

"Are you okay?" You ask quietly, shifting yourself to sit cross-legged in front of him.

"Yeah." He says, his eyes half-lidded.

You can't tell whether it's from sadness or tiredness, but either way, it didn't make you happy.

"What's going on?" you ask, hesitantly.

Mingi just looks at you.

"Look, whatever is going on, clearly is upsetting you. And if you think it has something to do with me, I promise, it's okay." you say as you watch him shift uncomfortably.

"Y/n-"

"If you're about to say you're sorry again, I'm going to kick you out and you can stand outside in that towel."

Mingi's lips curl into a small smile, and you finally relax.

"Every time you apologise, you owe me food. Now talk." you say, leaning your side against the sofa.

"I didn't mean to make you upset, the words just came out of my mouth before I said it and I knew as soon as I said it that it was wrong and-"

"Wait wait," you say, cutting through his rant, "Who said I was upset?"

"You cried didn't you?" he asks, his head tilting to the side, to mirror your body position.

"No I didn't." You lied.

"Yes you did." he counters.

"No, I didn't." You repeat, putting emphases on the words.

"Yes, you did." he mimics you, "Your nose was pink after you came back, and two of your eyelashes were stuck together. You were either crying or you washed your face, and I know for a definite that you were crying because of your nose, and by the way the baby hairs on your hairline were sticking to your forehead, it seemed to me that you washed your face too."

You feel the heat creeping up your face as Mingi's eyes burn holes into yours.

"What about you?" You stammer trying to change the subject, "Why were you wet? Did you walk here or something?"

"I ran actually."

Now it was your turn to stare back at him.

He ran. In the rain. To apologise. Because he made you cry?

Your mind raced with a million things a second, your eyes never leaving Mingi's. You felt the air begin to tense as the eye contact felt a little too uncomfortable.

"Mingi-" you say as you break eye contact to look at the wall behind him.

"Y/n, I need you to understand something." He says shuffling slightly towards you so that his left thigh just touched your crossed legs.

"Okay." You say shrinkingly, suddenly feeling an intense amount of attention on you.

You watch as Mingi's eyelashes flutter as he ghost blinks, taking in your face.

"I ran, in the rain, for you."

"Yes, I put that together." you say.

"Why?" he whispers, tipping his head forward as he leans towards you.

"Why what?" you whisper back.

"Why did I do that?"

You blink for a second, unsure of how to respond. The weight of Mingi's intensely silent stare made you feel uneasy. You breathe a shaky sigh.

"I don't know." You whisper, staring at the floor.

An uncomfortable feeling settled into your body, you needed to get out of whatever this was.

"You don't know?" he leans forwards even more so that if he did it one more time, your noses would touch, "Or you're ignoring it?"

This is too much.

You might have a crush on this man, but that does not mean you know how to handle situations that have an immense amount of tension - sexual tension.

You feel your body begin to move for you, as you stand up.

"Where are you going?" Mingi says as you walk towards the door.

"I- er, need to check on the dryer." You say, frantically trying to ignore the pounding of your heart that is settling in your eardrums.

"Y/n." he calls out to you, making you stop in your tracks.

Something about the way he said your name was so enticing. No, you shouldn't be stopping. But you were no longer in control of your body.

You turn around to see Mingi now manspreading across your sofa, his arm up against the back of it, his head tilted to one side.

Oh my god he looks so sexy right now.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts inside your head.

"Please sit back down." He smiles seductively at you.

You don't know whether it's seduction he's going for, or he's just smiling casually. All you know is that you shouldn't do what he's asking you to do. That gives him power, and he's had enough of that for today.

"No." You say, trying to sound confident, but it comes more sheepish.

"I said sit down." he says gently.

Excuse you?

"I'm not a dog." you say, now finding yourself stood right in front of him, trying to assert some kind of dominance over him in this situation.

"No?" He asks, "Then why are you in front of me instead of your dryer."

You swallow the lump in your throat that you didn't know was there. Admitting defeat, you sit back down in your original spot and feel Mingi's eyes burning through you.

"Not there." he says.

"What?"

"Here."

Your eyes follow his hand, watching his free hand tap his thigh. Eyes flicking back up to his face, you watch a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"Okay, no, this is getting out of hand. I'm going to get your clothes and you need to go home." you say, determined to do exactly as you say.

Mingi stands up with you and begins to follow.

"But if you've just dried my clothes, wouldn't it be a waste if I went back home in the rain?" he says, his strides larger than yours as he blocks the doorway with his frame.

"I'll get you an uber or something." You say as you try and move the man out of your path.

He does not budge.

You try squeezing past him but he blocks you.

"Please Mingi just let me get through." you pant slapping his chest.

Who knew that trying to move a man who was built like a brick wall would be so difficult. Surrendering again, you bang your fists against him.

"Stop, that hurts." He says, clearly pretending to be affected as he grabs your wrists.

"That's a shame." You say, trying to free yourself from his grip, "Maybe you should cry about it."

Your attempts at trying to discourage him from whatever he was thinking were all going in vain.

Mingi pushes you by your hands up against the wall beside the door. Closing the gap between the two of you, he leans down, his forehead against yours as he breathes heavily.

"I already told you, I don't cry." he says lowly.

That's not what I saw.

You want to say something. But with Mingi's hands pinning your wrists and his face so close to yours, your throat goes dry.

"Nothing to say now?" Mingi teases, holding eye contact as he guiding your hands up above your head, both of yours held up by one of his as his hand comes down to caress the side of your face, "Good."

His hand grabs the side of your neck, his thumb underneath your earlobe as he leans down and presses his lips against yours. Your body feels like it's about to give way as fireworks explode in your brain.

Wait no, you can't be doing this.

Your eyes snap open, as you back your face away, struggling against his hand that still gripped your neck and Mingi's lips still against yours

"Mingi, stop-" you say against his mouth.

"You want me to stop?" he says, attaching his lips to the column of your neck.

"Please-" you say, moaning at the feeling of him.

"Because you're telling me to stop," he says, licking a stripe down to your collarbone, causing a shiver to run up your spine, "But your body's are telling me to keep going."

In the heat of the moment, you hadn't realised that your head had instinctively moved to give Mingi more access and he'd let go of your hands and they were now attached to his hair, finger tangled in between his dark locks.

He was right. You did want this. But you couldn't feed his ego anymore.

Slowly kissing back up to your face, he stops before reaching your lips again.

"Y/n." he says.

"Please don't say my name like that." you try and bring yourself back to reality, "And please stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You know what I mean." you say, frustrated.

"Do I? Maybe I just need to all of that again." He says, moving his face towards yours again.

His nose bumps into yours and his lips just ghost over yours when you hear a loud beeping sound.

Your dryer.

Thank god.