#tatblib

“Jesus fuck, y/n!” Oh would you look at that, Seonghwa just so happened to be passing by and he rushes into your lawn, eyes filled with worry. “Catch me, Seonghwa!” you screech before immediately jumping down without waiting for a response. The dirty blond caterwauls a curse and puts his arms out in panic, barely catching your falling body. Luckily, you landed in his arms before the male tumbles down onto the grass. “Thanks buddy.” you pat his chest and hop off his lap, making a run for Yeosang’s place. 

It’s been quite a while since your (not so) petty little argument with Yeosang and neither of you brought it up yet. Not only were you too much of a pussy to do so, you were also quite sure that Yeosang would rather not talk about it. I mean you two wordlessly reconciled and that’s good for you, but shouldn’t you at least talk about it? Considering that you have terrible initiative, you decided to wait it out and address it when the time comes. Right now your biggest concern was escaping your grandmother’s wrath. The soles of your sneakers padded along the asphalt as you ran street to street in search of the Kang’s familiar household.

“Oh, y/n!” Yeosang’s sister opened the door to the sight of you grasping your knees, gasping for air. “What brings you here?” She rests a hand on her hip and observes you with mildly worried eyes. When she gets no response, the older female shifts her body and gestures you to enter, “Yeosang’s in his room.” You pant out a quick ‘thank you’ before trudging inside, toeing your shoes off by the door and greeting the family inside. You grasp the brass doorknob of Yeosang’s bedroom door firmly and twist it with such vigor that you could almost hear its pained cries. There Yeosang sat on his bed, his dark hair pulled back by a fluffy pink headband with a little purple bow in the middle and his face covered by a translucent facial sheet. The room vaguely smelled of blueberries, and you’re pretty sure it came from the facial mask package that was decorated with tiny blueberries.

“Ooh, blueberries? Where’d you get that one?” You skip into his room, no sign of your previous struggles, and plop down beside him. “My sister brought it from Seoul.” He murmurs, shoving a potato chip into his mouth and scrolling past a picture of Emma Watson before immediately going back to tap on the heart button. You reach into the green bag of Lay’s chips and grab a handful to shovel into your mouth. “Bitch, get your own chips.” Yeosang playfully smacks your hand and snatches the bag from your reach. “Greedy dick.” You pout and cross your arms, using your sock clad foot to boot at his shin, earning you a small grunt of pain from the male. He scowls at you and tosses the bag at your face, making you smile in victory. 

“So what happened this time?” Yeosang asks when you settle by his side, leaning back on his plush pillows with the bag of chips in your hands and a thin sheet mask on your face. “Well so you know how I have algebra this semester right?” The brunet cringes, already knowing where the conversation was going. “Yeah, mama somehow got her hands on one of my recent papers--” “The one that got a seventy?” He interrupts you, finally putting his phone down and looking at you with wide eyes. “Seventy-one, I’m not that stupid.” You throw him a scowl and roll your eyes, “Anyway, she saw that and now I’m running away. I’ve decided to leave all my stuff and bring my phone only. I’m here to spend my last day as y/n with you. I don’t know when we’ll meet again, but don’t forget me.” You feign a look of melancholy and pretend to wipe your tears. 

Yeosang sighs, not really surprised at the act you were currently putting up. “Now, imagine if your grandma found your sixty-eight instead of that.” Your eyes widen in horror and in your mind flashes small sequences of a crime scene; yellow warning tape wrapped around your yard, your blood tainting your bedroom carpet and your grandma crawling on the ceiling with your last paper between her teeth, wow what a sight. “Oh god, please no.” You whimper and a shiver runs up your spine, “I burned that paper ages ago.” Your best friend chuckles, recalling the time when you were so scared of your grandmother’s wrath that you spent the entire afternoon under his bed, thinking of ways on how to get rid of that cursed paper. 

“Aren’t you tired of running away from your grandmother?” Yeosang speaks up before popping a few chips into his mouth, raising a brow at you. “It’s fine.” You tell him, but it sounded more like you were reassuring yourself, “It’s just one semester, I can survive that.” Admittedly, you were never the best when it came to math, so when ‘abstract algebra’ popped up in your schedule, you knew you were fucked. But, it’s just one semester, how bad can it be? “What do you mean just one semester? Bitch, don’t tell me that you think your college life will just end after one year.” He leans on his headboard, staring at you with a raised brow. “Well, yeah but…”

“But what?”

You fiddle with your fingers and look away from your best friend’s eyes, your tongue poking at your cheek. After a few moments of your silence, the brunet lets out a chuckle and hops off the bed, his feet padding along the carpet as he makes his way to his bathroom. “In your case, I suggest you get a tutor.” He proposes when he stands in front of the bathroom sink and peels the mask off his face; with the use of his fingers, he gently massages the remaining oils from the facial mask and turns to you, “It’s totally normal to get tutors.” You pout at his words and sprawl out on his empty bed, knocking the empty bag of chips onto the floor. “But, I have an image to keep up.” Yeosang laughs, he lets out a loud taunting laugh that leaves you wondering where you should hide his corpse after strangling him to death.

“I’m sorry, but what’s so funny?” You raise an offended brow at him. “Literally no one would be surprised if you got a math tutor, y/n.” Yeosang’s boisterous laughter dies down into a series of mini chuckles, which you admit through your rage and offense, were pretty cute. “In fact, everyone’s begging you to get one.” He returns to the bed, face fresh and hair shaggy due to the headband he just recently tugged off. God, never have you ever wanted to rip someone’s face off so bad. You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palms and a tight smile on your lips. “Excuse me?” Were you really that stupid? 

“No offense, babe. But everyone can see you struggling.” Your cheeks flare when he slips out the humiliating words. “You’re an ass, you know that right?” you scowl and shove him off the bed, or you try to “You remind me everyday.” He sends you a flying kiss, momentarily directing your attention away from his scheming hands, and pushes you off his mattress and onto the carpet. You stay on the floor, your lips pressed into an angry pout. You weren’t that stupid, you were pretty sure you could survive this semester without getting a tutor. You’re hell bent on proving everyone that, tutor or no, you were going to at least pass this class.

And I’m really thankful you entered my life, and I’m pretty sure my grandma’s thankful for that too.

Remember that time in Yeosang’s room when you swore to yourself that you would get through this all by yourself? Good times. You recalled while you fiddled with your fingers and silently waited for the dark haired boy to answer you. “Tutor?” Song Mingi looks up at you with his small dark eyes, his mind slowly processing your words. Mingi was this boy you had algebra with and he was honestly stunning. He stood to be six feet tall but dressed like a jock’s 4’11” girlfriend, complete with oversized sweaters and ripped jeans. He had a face sculpted by gods; his nose tall and his cheekbones high, his eyes were more on the smaller side but they added to the overall appeal of his smile. Not only was he one fine guy, he had a sexy brain too.  So far you’ve noticed that Mingi got extremely high grades and rarely struggled with the class. Imagine being so perfect.

Which brings us back to your current disposition. After class you went up to the dark haired male while he was stuffing his binders into his bulky saddleback satchel, catching his attention and making him halt his actions. “Yeah, if you have time that is.” You anxiously bite your lip and study Mingi’s hesitant eyes. The male lets out a diffident chuckle and rubs at the nape of his neck, he avoids your eyes and hides behind the round frames of his glasses. “Why me, though?” You raise a brow at him, does he not know that he’s like the smartest one in the room? “What do you mean?”  

“I mean, why not Ashley?” He nods at the direction of a brunette who smiles widely at her shorter, dark haired friend. You can faintly hear her little giggles while linking arms with her companion and giggling about ‘that stupid thing Jinsoul did’. She was known for her astounding  mathematical skills along with Mingi and this other guy Seongjun, who liked to hang around with a bunch of high school students after class. “She seems to be busy.” You push, watching as Mingi sucks a breath between his teeth and continues to avoid your gaze. “I don’t know…” He slowly gets up from his seat and finally looks in the eye with an apologetic smile on his lips, “I’ll think about it.” He slings his bag over his shoulder and slips away from the conversation and lowkey tries to run out the room. 

You weren’t standing with this bullshit. To you, an ‘I’ll think about it’ is equivalent to the ‘I’ll come back for this’ you tell the sales lady after taking interest in an overpriced item. You never make it back until weeks later when the lady ultimately forgets your exchange. With your experience in mind, you grab your shoulder bag and stomp out the room, shoving away whoever crossed your path. The hallways weren’t that crowded but they weren’t empty either, so you had no idea where Mingi was. But looking for the man was an easy task; he was a lamp post, to say the least. His head of chocolate brown locks always rose above the majority of the people in the halls. So spotting him wouldn’t take long— there he is! Walking down the white hallways with a wireless pair of beats around his neck, Mingi scrolls through his playlist, in search of a song to start off his afternoon. 

“Hey! Song Mingi!”

The poor boy nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden call of his name. He hears your quickened footsteps coming his way, and being the coward he is, he sprints away without turning to look at you. “Mingi, wait!” You pick up the pace and chase after the now running man down the hallway and out to the campus field. It was hard, for the brunet obviously had the upper hand with his legs that go on forever. 

With his satchel clutched to his chest, Mingi makes a clumsy turn around the corner in hopes of losing you. But, damn were you persistent. Mingi’s breathing started to become laboured when he made his third turn around the same corner, he turned his to look behind his shoulder and you were still hot on his trail. Your hair whipping in your face and your breath shallow, but you’re not giving up, you needed to pass this class. 

“Why are you running?!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

“Why are you chasing me?!” Mingi yells over his shoulder, glasses hanging dangerously low on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m not chasing you!” 

“Yes you are!” 

Before you could deny his accusations, your right leg decided to ultimately shut down, making you tumble down onto the grassy field. The tall man notices and skids to a stop, “Oh shit, are you okay?” He jogs to your form, face flat on the ground and hair sprawled out around you. With a guilty and apologetic look on his face, Mingi gently grabs your torso and pulls you up to a sitting position on the ground. You bring a hand up to rub at your sore nose and you look up at Mingi expectantly, “Well?” The said man tilts his head to the right, not sure what you mean, “Well what?” 

“A sorry would be nice.” you puff out your cheeks while Mingi scoffs incredulously. “Why should I be the one apologizing?” 

“Well, you made me fall.” You say as a matter of fact.

“Which wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t start running after me.” 

“Actually I…” You cut yourself off realizing you had nothing to rebut, leaving your mouth hanging open and your eyes drifting away from the brunet’s gaze. “You?” Mingi taunts, knowing fully well that he has won this argument. You shut your lips and scowl at the tall bespectacled man crouching in front of you. There was a faint stinging on your forehead right in between your eyebrows and pressing the area with your fingers, making you hiss softly at the irritation. Mingi leans his face closer and inspects the small scratch on your forehead, “You’re bleeding.”

“And it’s your fault.” You beam up at him, “Now you have to tutor me!”

Mingi doesn’t understand how your mind functioned, because any sane/normal person would tend to their bleeding forehead immediately but you just sat there like a masochist smiling about the scratch in between your brows. He looks at you in disbelief and lets out a tiny scoff, ultimately giving into your plans. “Alright, whatever.” You bounce up on your feet and squeal in joy, “Yay! Thank you so much, Mingi!” 

Oh poor boy, he doesn’t know what he just signed up for. He should have even the slightest grasp of how much of a mess you were, especially when you just ran away without discussing a schedule, a venue or even just offering your number. And more so when he sees you coming back a few seconds later to ask for his number. “I’ll text you later and we’ll work things out?” You raise a brow in anticipation and slowly start to walk backwards before smiling and turning back when the tall boy in front of you gives a small nod.

You’re so patient with me, like I don’t even know how you put up with me.

“That’s wrong, y/n.”

Mingi points at number twelve on the makeshift worksheet he made on a page he ripped out of your notebook. You two chose to hold your first lesson in the library, you know like all the clichés, and planned your next few sessions at his place. Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion at his words. “Wrong? No, Mingi, it’s right.” you argue, you for sure checked the calculator twice each time you answered a question. 

“No it’s wrong, see?” He points at the bunch of numbers you have written on the lines, crossing out the nine and writing an eight above it. Your brows furrow deeper and you lean back onto the back of the wooden chair, not really understanding why and how he got nine. “It’s obviously right! It’s in the calculator!” You scowl and nearly yell, but being reminded of your location, you lowered your volume.

“Nope still wrong.”

“Wrong?! Mingi, this is hate crime.”

The tall male was taken aback, “The fuck?” He huffs and grabs a notebook of his own, scribbling down the part you forgot and proceeds to write down the entire sentence, proving you wrong. “See, you forgot this part.” He leans over your shoulder and grabs the pen out of your fingers, carefully guiding you through the proper way to solve the problem in that low voice of his.

With his breath falling onto the back of your neck and his voice vibrating in your ears, you could feel yourself slowly lose focus while your cheeks started to gain a little heat. Damn, his voice was kinda hot-- you immediately shook yourself internally, snapping yourself out of it. You will not go after your tutor, you’d rather be found dead in a ditch than fall for another temporary man in your life. You’ve been through so many heartbreaks, you don’t need another one any time soon.

“Do you get it now?” Oh shit, I wasn’t paying attention. Mingi looks back at you with expectant eyes glimmering behind his spectacles. You, being the complete high pride woman you are, nodded and let out a cocky scoff. “Boy, do I.” You fake a smirk onto your lips and snatch the pen out of Mingi’s grasp, pulling the notebook back in front of you. The tip hovered over the paper while you pretended to think of an answer, “Hmm so if I take eleven…” you hum to yourself, not realizing that there was no eleven written anywhere in the paper. The tall male beside you eyes you, dumbfounded. Before giving up and letting the wide adoring smile stretch on his thick lips. Of course you didn’t notice because you were too busy trying to cover up your idiocy. 

After a few more minutes of watching you pathetically scribble all over the sheet, Mingi finally decides to butt in. “Alright.” He clears his throat and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Let’s call it a day, shall we?” He gives you one of his gummy smiles, looking absolutely adorable as his thin golden frames glimmer in the afternoon sun from the library windows. 

Your bag drags on the wooden table as you gather your things and messily shoving them into your bag, tossing it over your shoulder and trailing behind Mingi as he walks to the door; holding it open for you. “So same time tomorrow?” You inquire amidst the calming sounds of your shoes tapping against the tiled floors, looking up at the tall brunet. “Sure thing.” He offers you a small smile, “I’ll just text you my address.” A mildly awkward silence settles between you two as you make your way out of the building; fortunately, it doesn’t last long for Mingi’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket, catching both your attention. The said male fishes the rectangular device from his pocket and presses it to his ear. “Hey, Ho.” His voice low but bright when he addresses the person on the other side. You could make out a muffled ‘you’re late’ from the caller, despite the loud bass surrounding his voice. Mingi’s sharp features slowly morph into one of realization and he pulls his sleeve up to check the gold watch around his wrist. 

“Oh, shit!” He hisses and shoves his still on call phone onto his pocket, the distorted voice seemingly calling his name from the device. “I gotta go, y/n. I’ll see you again tomorrow, okay?” And, without waiting for your response, he hurriedly runs back the way you came from, his sneakers squeaking against the floor. Your eyes follow his running form, watching as his figure becomes smaller before he turns the corner (stumbling over his own feet but you reckon he would rather you not mention it). 

“Where were you.” You came home to a pouting Yeosang on your bedroom floor, not really expecting to find him there on this day. “I thought you were out with your eboy friends? Skating like the bunch of losers you are.” You tease, dropping your bag onto the floor and jumping onto your bed while your best friend scoffs. “They’re not eboys, y/n.”

You chuckle, “Oh, right. There’s only one eboy in this town, I forgot. Forgive me, your eboyness.” A throw pillow comes in contact with your face, courtesy of Yeosang who offers you a fake chuckle. “You didn’t answer my question.” You roll your eyes, “Studying.” Yeosang’s sudden laughter rips through the air and the boy throws himself onto the carpet, his eyes watery and stomach aching. The regret runs through your veins as you pick at your teeth with your tongue, you knew he would react this way, yet you still told him. So who was really at fault here? “Wait, say it again? I don’t think I heard you right.” the brunet manages between small chuckles when his cackling simmers down. “I said what I said.” And commence another lot of Yeosang’s boisterous laughter. 

“You’re shitting me.” He says after his laughter finally dies down completely.You shake your head, walking out of your closet dressed in a comfortable graphic shirt and some bike shorts. In the span of Yeosang’s prolonged laughter, you managed to put away your bag and change out of your clothes all the while listening to his annoying haha-ing. “No I’m serious, I have to pass this semester, remember?” The brunet remains unconvinced, because there’s definitely no way you could focus long enough on anything involving numbers. “There’s no way.” He sits up, clutching the fading ache in the core of his stomach. “I got myself a tutor, okay. Just like you said.” You huff to an incredulous Yeosang, who then asks the identity of this tutor. 

“Mingi, Song Mingi.” 

Now Yeosang’s so far from believing you. You never could have lured Mingi into your trap, he was too smart for that. Even if you did manage to do that, he gives you two days before you get sick of it or Mingi runs away from you. It’s just so far fetched that you actually listened to his advice and acted on it quickly. He had to admit, he was somewhat proud of you. Maybe this was a new beginning for you. But then again Yeosang knows you like the back of his hand, knows that there’s no way you could have changed in such a short amount of time. So he gives you two days, tops.

‘Hmm, this isn’t right.’ Yeosang thought to himself, it’s been a little over a week since you started your little study sessions with Mingi and you were nowhere near breaking down. You found yourself struggling less and less. Which earned you praise from your friends and family and that’s great and all, but it doesn’t make sense to Yeosang. He was sure that you would end up whining on the second day and he would have to try to motivate you before throwing the topic away and cuddle up in each other’s arms while a movie played on your tv. It became apparent to him that you were actually pushing through with your plans when he reaches your house and finds you missing, again. 

“Y/n’s still taking lessons?” He asks San who just came out of the kitchen, a can of sprite in his hand. The blond male nods and hops onto the couch beside his girlfriend, slinging an arm over her shoulder. The said girlfriend scrolls through her phone nonchalantly and snuggles into San’s presence, which made Yeosang a tad bit bitter, just a bit. The brunet rolls his eyes playfully (or that’s what he made it look like) and runs up the stairs into your room to wait for you like a little puppy. 

“Y/n’s been working a hard lately, don’t you think?” San sips at his fizzy drink, Lei still not taking her attention from her screen. “She’s probably sucking that guy’s dick right now.” She comments under her breath, scrolling through twitter like what she said was completely normal. The blond male pulls back, startled by her words. At his silence, Lei turns to San with innocent eyes, “Is something the matter?” San couldn’t believe what she just said, about her own sister no less! Lei realizes her slip up and hurriedly shakes her head, facing her phone screen to her blond boyfriend. “I was talking about this girl!” She points at a tweet in the middle of her screen that read: ‘Maybe this time?  #First_Date #Maybe_Soulmate’

San lets it slip from his mind, still not completely convinced but he lets it go anyway. “I was talking about, y/n. She’s been studying hard.” Lei smiles, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes and nods along to his words, “Yeah…”. The blond notices the less than cheery tone in her voice and immediately comforts her. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” 

Lei hesitates for a moment, slowly lowering her phone onto her lap and looking up at San with puppy eyes. “It’s just that…”, she nibbles on her lower lip and picks at her cuticles. “Hmm? You can tell me anything, babe.” The older contemplates her decisions, it’s either she stays quiet and keeps the peace in their relationship or she tells him what’s been bothering her for a while now. She thinks about how her words might make San rethink everything about her. But he was her boyfriend, and his job is to comfort and accept her no matter what. And right now, she needs to somehow let off some steam, the feelings she’d pent up were this close to exploding. Lei takes her time scanning the room, taking note of the lack of other people. It’s best she expresses this now while no one else was in the room, especially now that you were gone.

“I’ve been thinking…” She starts, catching San’s attention and his heart speeds up. Is she breaking up with him? Why so sudden? Did he do anything wrong? He doesn’t think so? Or maybe something he hasn’t noticed? His mind was sent to a haze with just three simple words. The anxiety that settled in his veins made his palms clammy and temples sweat. “I don’t think it’s fair.” Lei’s shoulders sink and she pouts up at her boyfriend, blinking up innocently at him. “What is, baby?” 

“These days, y/n’s been getting so much attention.I’m not mad or anything, that’s great for her. But what about me? I need attention too.”  And something triggers in San’s mind, “Baby, I’m right here.” As if saying, why the fuck does she need more attention? Is it because he doesn’t make her feel appreciated enough? Has San really been a bad boyfriend? “I’m so sorry, baby. I--”

“No no San it’s not you, it’s never you.” Lei turns to him and grasps his fingers, “It’s just… I don’t really get it.”

“What’s not to get?” San furrows his brows, not entirely following with where Lei was going. “Y/n getting attention? I don’t know what’s going on in your mind, but there’s nothing wrong with that.” Lei sighs exasperatedly, her boyfriend not fully understanding her point. “I never said that-- you know what? Nevermind” The female huffs and gets off the couch and the younger male follows her into her room, where she almost slams the door at his face, if not for his foot. “Babe, I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s bothering you.” San grasps Lei’s wrist and pulls her into his chest, his fingers running through her dark red locks. “But I already told you.” Her voice muffled against San’s shirt and she wraps her arms around his slim torso, “Why don’t you get it?” San sighs and tugs her face off her chest, tilting her head up with his fingers. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll make it up to you.” He murmurs against her lips when he leans down and presses them against his.

Yeosang had his ear pressed against the wall that divided your room and Lei’s room and he knew it was wrong to be eavesdropping but after what he heard in the living room, he couldn’t help himself. He was standing by the staircase when he heard your sister’s voice whining about the lack of attention she got. Boy, the way he rolled his eyes at that. Isn’t she happy enough that she had San in her grasps? Does she not remember that San met you first and she was the one who took him? Yeosang, at first, thought that Lei was an okay sister, not really the best but she wasn’t the worst either. At least she was treating you right, or so he thought. Never in his life would he imagine Lei saying that. Some sister she was.

The more time I spent with you, the more I realized that you were not just my tutor. You’re kind, caring, loud (in a good way) and just a big dork in general.

“Mingiii” You whine and throw your legs out on his carpet, glaring up at him with furrowed brows. The said male towers over you with his arm extended above his head, holding up the piece of scratch paper you were previously doodling on. “Give it back.” You have tried, with all your might, to get that paper back. For the past five minutes you have tiptoed and jumped and even attempted to climb onto the tall asshole’s back, but you couldn’t seem to get your hands on the paper. “After you let me take a picture.” Mingi stood on his toes, his hand still holding the paper above his head and his phone in his other hand. 

During your lesson with Mingi, he excused himself for a quick moment to answer his phone and so you took it upon yourself to start doodling while you wait (instead of reading the guide again and trying to understand). You got too immersed in your doodles that you didn’t notice the tall boy creep up behind you and peek over your shoulder. His eyes sparkled when they met the intricate cactus cat you doodled with your green highlighter. The heart attack you got from when his long fingers snatched your paper nearly had you dead on the floor. 

Mingi’s brother walks into the living room, eyeing the way you were pressed up against his brother’s chest, reaching up for the doodle in his hands and sees the scheming glint in Mingi’s eyes. “Hyung, get this!” The brunet calls and motions at the paper in his hands. The older of the two rushes to Mingi’s side and takes the paper and snaps a picture with his phone, all the while Mingi grabs your waist and holds you against him. You squirm in his arms, not noticing the position you were in right now. “I’ll send it to you later!” And just like that, he runs away up the stairs and into his room, not before dropping your picture onto the table. 

“My brother’s nice, right?” You huff and drop down on the sofa, your arms crossed over our chest, “Nice my ass.” Mingi lets out a loud laugh and plops himself down beside you, his phone dinging and a notification for an incoming image popping up on his lockscreen “He is nice''. You turn away from him and stick your tongue out jokingly at the tall boy, making him laugh harder, “You’re just jealous.” You look back at him, looking somewhat offended because you know for a fact that you have the best sister in the entire universe, “Jealous? My sister’s the nicest person there is.” Mingi wears a look that says ‘enlighten me’ in times new roman italic, and so you dig into your relationship with your sister, the mess of worksheets and textbooks forgotten on Mingi’s coffee table.

“She sounds like a great sister.” Mingi comments and watches you with soft eyes, there was something about the way you unconditionally loved your sister and embraced it that made his heart melt. You obviously loved your sister to bits and it showed in how you talked about her; how your eyes would sparkle when recalling the many times you two hung out, the lilt in your voice when talked about how she loved you back. She was like a saint to you and he could tell. Something about you screams ‘perfect’ to him. Was it your personality? 

After almost three weeks of being your tutor, Mingi picked up a lot about you. He found out that you were an art major, constantly under stress and a total mess. You got into art when you were fifteen because of that one time where you spontaneously signed up for an art workshop, and went on from there. He also found out that you met your bestfriend, Yeosang, at the said workshop. You always talked about Yeosang, when you first started your lessons, it was always Yeosang this or Yeosang that, to an extent where Mingi thought you two were an item. But you made it clear to him that you two were nothing more than that. He noticed the sad glint in your eyes when you said that, but he chose not to point it out. 

You had a great personality too, you were caring and forgiving and your sense of humour was something almost everyone loved. You showed that your heart was open to everyone and you didn’t pick favourites. Of course something was a little off when you semi-jokingly said that violence is always the answer, but you didn’t mean that… right? Of course you didn’t (?). You offered him so much love and affection, even right after meeting you showed him how you really were. You didn’t feel the need to hide from him, you never treated him any differently because he was smart. Everyone else always labelled him as the smart kid, but he’s not just smart, there’s so much more to him. 

You knew that. You treated him like he was a normal person, called him out on his mistakes, joked around with him and it was refreshing to Mingi. Having someone see him in a different light, not just that one math whiz in class. Mingi was kind hearted, he was impossibly patient, and that says a lot because you were by far the most stubborn and air headed person he’s ever met (no offense though). Whenever you insisted on your wrong answers, the tall boy would just smile at you softly and wait while your mind buffers. Well, until he realizes that you really don’t know a single fuck about what you’re saying, so he just sighs and goes over the entire thing again. Not once has he ever snapped at you for all the bullshit that you say. Now if that doesn’t scream patience, then you don’t know what does.

Mingi was also extremely caring, you learned that pretty early into your sessions. You knew you were a mess, possibly everyone you have encountered would know that. So it was no surprise that you ran out of the house that day and completely blocked out Seonghwa’s calls for you to eat breakfast. Yes, Seonghwa still comes over every now and then to make you breakfast, and even though you told him that it wasn’t necessary, the dirty blond boy still insisted. You went on your day with an empty stomach, not even realizing it yourself for you were too busy with classes. You didn’t really act any differently nor did you look tired or hungry, so it went right over Yeosang’s head. 

Well it certainly didn’t go over Mingi’s. He was waiting to pick you up that day when he spotted you coming his way, back hunched and arms slung over your belly. It took you an entire day to notice the rumbling coming from your stomach and the hunger was finally taking its toll on you. Noticing your lack of enthusiasm, Mingi sensed there was something wrong and he immediately figured it out once he saw your pale lips and droopy eyes. The tall boy didn’t hesitate to cancel your lesson today and insisted on taking you out for food, no matter your protests. You didn’t know this, but that was the first time Mingi ever cared so much for his tutee, to an extent where he even bought you food, with his own money. 

Sure Mingi was a nerd, or that’s what he referred to himself as, but he was one loud nerd, that’s for sure. Not a day would go by without you hearing his loud voice down the halls, always hollering out to some guy he called ‘Ho’. You weren’t sure how you never noticed his friends group, they were such a rambunctious bunch, how did you not notice their constant yelling out on the field?. Always screaming bloody murder with or without the tall brunet. You weren’t complaining though, you like Mingi loud. Could you imagine a world where Mingi was actually quiet? Yeah me neither. It seems you could thank his friends for that, Thanks Hyunkyu, thanks ‘Ho’. 

Many people knew that Mingi loved music, he always had his wireless beats around his neck if they weren’t in use. People would often find him bopping his head to some music while he types out a paper in the library. But what people didn’t know was that Song Mingi also wrote music. You could tell that he knows what he was doing, from that one time he forgot to connect his headset to his phone and accidentally blasted out a segment of his work. It was such a short snippet but you could already tell that it was good. Sometimes you wondered why he didn’t take up music instead. But if he was happy, then you have nothing against it. Oh, and one more thing, he was a damn great dancer too, or so you’ve been told. You haven’t really seen him dance, because, well, he never let you. You didn’t know why, but he always refused to have you pick him up after dance practice.

In short, Mingi was an amazing person with a pure heart and a great personality, his looks and height were just a bonus.

Also I must say that your taste in music is the chef’s kiss. 

“You’re still here, y/n?” Mingi’s brother looks at you, mildly surprised at your presence in their living room, “Don’t you think it’s getting pretty late?”. The tall male beside you checks his watch and notices the short hand pointing down at six and looks out the window to see the darkening skies. “Oh shit, I didn’t notice!” He apologizes to you for keeping you for so long, but you shake your head softly in return. “It’s okay, Mingi. I didn’t notice too.” You say with a small smile while gathering your things and shoveling them into your messenger bag. “Thanks Mingi, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You get up on your feet and offer him a tiny bow before heading to the door.

“Wait, let me drive you.” You try to refuse at first, but the tall boy told you that if you didn’t let him then he would feel bad for the rest of the year because he let you go home all by yourself after he kept you late. So with a playful roll of your eyes, you agreed and allowed Mingi to lead the way to his car. “Again, I’m so sorry, y/n.” He turns to you with apologetic eyes when he shuts the door of his black hyundai elantra. “I told you, it’s okay.” A pout settles on his lips and you have the sudden urge to peck it away. Luckily, before you could act upon it, Mingi starts the engine and the roar snaps you out of your shallow daze. 

A slightly awkward silence falls over the two of you as you sit stiffly on the leather seat, looking out the window. You hear Mingi rustle in his seat when you two reach a stop sign as he plugs the aux into his phone. A soft female voice flows through the speakers before a lower male voice joins in and the two voices erupt into a fit of giggles, then suddenly the familiar instrumental reaches your ears. “Soul Fro?” You glance at his phone and see ‘Crush On You’ highlighted at the very top of his playlist. 

Mingi turns to you for a moment to give you a somewhat surprised smile before turning back to keep his eyes on the road, “Yeah, I found it lying in my recommendations and I’m glad I did.” You reach over to increase the volume a few more levels before exclaiming, “No way, my sister showed it to me and now I’m hooked!” Your begin to sparkle and even if Mingi didn’t have his eyes on you, he knew they were there; it was in the excited tone you spoke in, the smile in your voice and your overall aura as of the moment. “You have taste, Mingi.” You peek at the rest of the titles displayed on screen, “You know Duw too?”. The tall boy in the driver's seat grabs his phone and hands it to you, giving you permission to scroll through his playlist. “Yeah, his voice’s so good.” Your eyes scan through the list of songs when your eyes land on the golden album photo of Rina Sawayama’s ‘XS’.

“I’m changing the song.” You warn before tapping on the song, not even waiting for Mingi’s approval. Who just smiles at your excitement and your choice of song. His smile widens when he sees you start to bang your head to drop in the beginning of the song. “Heeeey, I want it all, don’t have to choose.” You sing along and do a little dance to the beat, even if you didn’t have the best singing voice out there, you were obviously having so much fun. Mingi tried to hold back but your singing just made him want to join in. So he did.

“Cartiers and Tesla X’s, Calabasas, I deserve it.” His deep voice merges with yours and creates a combination not so pleasant to the ears, but it sounded fine in yours. You two continue jamming out throughout the entire car ride, switching from song to song without even finishing the second verses with permanent smiles on your lips and your hearts soaring. When you two reached the front of your house, the sun was fully set but the stars haven’t shone through the clouds yet and Love is (Not) Easy by Chase Atlantic is blasting through the car speakers. 

Lei hears the music from her room, bringing her to peek through her curtains and spotting the source of all the noise. She sees your sweater clad form hop out the black hyundai elantra, followed by the driver’s door opening and revealing a tall handsome boy who hops out and follows you through the yard. Your sister does a double take, that hunk was your tutor? No he couldn’t be. He was too good looking to be smart. He was handsome and tall, plus his body proportions were no joke. What was he doing wasting his life on tutoring you? He should be taking up modelling. Lei had to get a closer look at him, he looked ethereal.

She made it just in time, stopping at the foot of the stairs to see Mingi smiling brightly at your grandma, reassuring your safety to her. You stood beside the tall brunet with a small smile and Lei suddenly had the urge to rip out that smile on your face. No, she was a good sister. She held back all these years, she can do it again now. Besides, she has San. 

You were seated on your bed, cleaning out the contents of your velvet messenger bag and switching it out for a bright white backpack, when Lei suddenly knocked and came in with a scheming smile on her face. “What’s up, sis?” You halt your actions and look up at the older who tucks a lock of her dark red hair behind her ear. “Who was that hunk that drove you home.” She plops down beside you in a teasing manner, or that’s what it seemed like to you.

“Oh that was Mingi, my tutor.” You smile and a soft blush spreads across your cheeks, “Yeah, I guess he’s kinda handsome.” Lei looks at you with raised brows, “‘Kinda’? Do you need glasses, y/n? He was a total hottie” She exclaims and falls back on your mattress, crumpling under her the worksheets Mingi left you to do. “Lei, Mingi gave me those worksheets.” You whine and try to tug her up, but she stays still and even has the audacity to squirm with the papers underneath her. “It’s okay, Mingi won’t mind.” 

“Yes he will.” You lie, Mingi definitely won’t mind. One time you showed up to your session with your work almost crumpled into a ball and the idiot just smiled. “You’re lying. Mingi’s nice, I can tell.” You push her off your papers and try to straighten them but to no avail, “Okay, so maybe he is kinda nice. So what?” You train your eyes on the papers in your hands, lowering your head to cover your reddening cheeks. “You can tell me, y/n. I’ll listen.”

Okay, maybe Mingi was really nice and handsome, insanely handsome at that. Maybe you really liked how he was tall or how his voice was so deep that it made your heart shake. Maybe there were some instances where you found yourself fantasizing about being in his arms, his large hands engulfing yours (and maybe sometimes having his lips on yours). So what? You didn’t like him that way. You promised to yourself that you wouldn’t. You swore to yourself that you would rather die than fall for your tutor.

“I like him, Lei.” It’s probably time for you to dig yourself a ditch and die there. 

I hope you can forgive me for what happened to you, I’m so sorry for not doing anything about it.

The next day, you woke up to Seonghwa yelling at Yeosang from the kitchen at around six thirty, they’re lucky it’s a Saturday or else you would personally murder them and have their heads mounted on your walls. You stomp down the stairs and glare at the two undeniably handsome boys, but their looks will do nothing to save them. “Listen here, shitheads. Mingi’s coming over at ten and I have four more hours to rest, so please let me sleep.” Mingi called you up last night after dropping you off, suggesting you have your weekend tutor session at your place this time, because he had emergency dance practice in the afternoon. Plus, your place was closer to campus, so it made sense.

You stand by the entryway, leaning your shoulder onto the eggshell coloured wall. The two boys in your kitchen who were previously arguing over who would eat the last piece of toast (Seonghwa saying that you should get the last piece and Yeosang arguing that he was hungry and you could make your own) now turned to you with confused looks. 

“It’s nine thirty though…” 

Your eyes widen as you're finally fully awake, looking behind you at the clock that hung on the wall. A loud and aggressive ‘fuck’ escapes your lips and you run back upstairs to wash the rheum and drool off your face. You run around your room with a bathrobe wrapped around your naked body, not really knowing what you should do first. Should you dry your hair? Or get dressed? Maybe you should put on some underwear. Yeah that sounds nice.

With one leg through the leg opening of your white cotton underwear and the other one in the air, you struggle to keep our balance and lean on the door of your closet. A sudden knock on your bedroom door nearly makes you lose your balance and the voice that calls out from the other side gives you a literal heart attack.

“Y/n?”

Mingi’s deep voice echoes through the room and you scramble to grab the first things you could lay your hands on. “I’ll be out in a minute!” You pull on a pair of plaid pajama pants, which probably haven’t been washed yet, and tug a cream coloured sweater over your head. You rush down the stairs to see Mingi on your couch, his hands folded on his lap and eyes roaming the interior of your house before landing on you. The look on his face tells you that there was something wrong, the way he purses his lips to hold back the sudden cackle that bubbles up his chest makes your eyebrows furrow. You cock your head to the right, confused as to why he reacted that way and looked over his shoulder to see Seonghwa and Yeosang with the same expression, both simultaneously pointing at your sweater. And you look down to see the seams of your sweater on the outside and the print on the inside.

“I’ll be right back.” You let out an awkward chuckle and run to the kitchen, hiding behind the wall, away from Mingi’s sight and rip the article off over your head. Seonghwa yelps and hurriedly covers his eyes with his large palms and jerks his body around. Yeosang just eyes you amusedly while you struggle to blindly find the hole of your sweater. It’s not like you two haven’t seen each other shirtless before, but that’s not important right now. With a low chuckle, Yeosang makes a beeline for your scuffling form and helps you tug the knitted piece over your head, he’s met with your huffing face covered in hair and you place a hand on his chest, giving it a pat as a thank you before running back to Mingi.

“Okay, I’m back.” You stumble into the living room and plop down on the floor by the coffee table, watching as the boy maneuvers his long limbs to settle himself on the carpet beside you. Taking out his stack of papers and pile of textbooks, Mingi drops them on the glass and turns to you, asking for the papers he tasked you last night. You sat there beside him, a stiff smile plastered on your face. Right, he gave you papers last night, papers to answer. The papers you fell asleep on after gushing to Lei about Mingi’s gummy smile, his throaty laughter and his gravelly voice. 

You blinked animatedly at your tutor and tried to recall any memory of you jotting down numbers last night, but all you could remember was you emptying out your bag, splaying out your task on the bed when Lei barges in, sprawls herself on the layer of papers, crumpling them in the process; after that, all that filled your mind was Mingi. And then, a few hours later, you fell asleep with thoughts of Mingi’s arms around you and his fingers intertwined with yours. Yeah, you weren’t telling him that, so you try to come up with a lie.

“My dog ate them.”

He’s not sure if he was missing anything, but Mingi certainly didn’t see or hear a dog when he entered your house; no traces of any dog toys or care products anywhere. The tall male looks at you, dumbfounded, “What dog?”. Honestly, who were you shitting? Not only was that the most blatant lie ever told, but the way your back stiffened and your finger twitched gave it all away; you were completely see through. But did you back down? Hell no, you were an idiot and idiots dig deeper holes for themselves with more embarrassments. “Did I say dog? I meant plant. That darn plant.” You could hear a series of faint chuckles coming from the kitchen but you pay no mind to them, you can deal with the two shitheads later.

Mingi, fully aware that you forgot, smiles and waves it off, pushing towards you a stack of clean papers in front of you. You give him a crooked smile, silently thanking him for his kindness, but then he pulls out another stack of papers and slaps them on top of the first pile, your smile dissolving into a pout. “Nice try, y/n.” You flip over the new stack and notice the familiar set of numbers and questions on them. “I had a feeling that I should make extra copies of last night’s work.” He answers your bewildered expression with a sly smirk. 

For the next hour, you stay silent, quickly filling out the papers while Mingi monitors your work. The brunet occasionally rubs a hand on your aching back when he notices you try to stretch out your muscles. Another hour later, you finish the first stack (the stack that you were supposed to answer last night) with a victorious cry and slump over the glass, fingers nearly cramping at the nonstop scribbling for the past hour. Mingi laughs at your antics before going back to reviewing your answers, and so far you’ve been right for the most parts. Of course there were some parts where you forgot to write down a number or do this certain operation but you were improving. 

“I’m gonna go get us some food.” You get up on your feet and scamper to the kitchen to prepare two plates of sandwiches, maybe… or maybe two bowls of cereal.

Just when you walk into the kitchen, Lei comes down in her silk camisole and boxers, showing quite a bit of skin. Mingi doesn’t notice her entrance to the scene and proceeds to scan through the papers with his green pen in hand, until she plops on the sofa behind him, peeking over his shoulder and eyeing the worksheets on the table. “Are you the tutor?” Mingi purses his lip at the title and holds back from retorting ‘I have a name’, instead he settles with a curt nod and asks back, “Are you Lei, y/n’s sister?” Mingi turns to her for the quickest moment before turning back to his work. “The one and only.” The older smiles and leans closer to Mingi. “Did y/n really get that right?” She points at number seven (a number you stopped on because it was relatively difficult) of the current worksheet in Mingi’s hands, “I didn’t know she was smart.” 

The tutor furrows his brows and whirls around to look at Lei fully, who doesn’t seem to fit the description you gave him. She was pretty, he’d give her that, but with the things you told him, the speeches of her being the ‘Sweetest sister’ who ‘loves me with all her heart.’, and you ‘wouldn’t trade her for the world.’? There’s no way they’re the same person. Or maybe that’s just how you two show affection. That might be a possibility, so Mingi just brushed it aside, watched her get on the floor beside him and press her thighs against his with a scowl on his face. Maybe he’s just looking too deep into this, he shakes his head subtly. Lei had a boyfriend and from what you told him, she was loyal and loved him.

Lei’s mind goes haywire, because, wow, Mingi was one hot guy. His voice was impossibly low, his adam’s apple was prominent on his neck and bobbed every time he spoke. His scent was very bold but not overpowering, it smelled very earthy and fresh. Another thing was his height, Lei didn’t really notice it when she first spotted him out the window, but now that he was right in front of her with his legs that could go on for forever and his ideal body proportions, she couldn’t hold back a gulp.

‘How come y/n gets all the hot boys?’ Lei asks in her head, wondering what kind of miracle you made to deserve all this attention. From San to Mingi, they were all after you. It made Lei feel inferior. She was supposed to be the pretty sister who gets all the guys, not you. She knows it’s not right to think this way, but she can’t help it. Something inside her just screams how it’s unfair. It’s also unfair to you because she’s been lying to you. Acting like the perfect sister who loves you with all her heart, and she does but, she deserves some attention too. She wants to be selfish, just this once. It makes no sense because she has San, so why isn’t she satisfied? What more could she ask for? 

Lei remembers how you explicitly talked about his large hands and his long fingers, and she couldn’t stop herself when her hand reached for Mingi’s thigh resting on the floor, the male flinching hard and pulling his leg away. Mingi raises a brow at your sister, who looks back at him with wide innocent eyes. “Come on Mingi,” She whines, voice hushed like she’s doing something wrong. Which by the way she is, because she knows well that you like Mingi, you told her yourself. Not only that, she also has a boyfriend, for pete’s sake! One that loved her unconditionally, and cared for her. She must be going insane, Mingi’s cologne intoxicating her like none other.

You hold back a loud gasp, your eyes lingering at your sister’s hand on top of Mingi’s. You saw the way Lei came at him, in her skimpy pyjamas and a certain fire in her eyes. You saw the exchange, how your sister initiated the contact and how Mingi moved back. You heard the little ‘please’ she whispers when she leans forward and plants her hand in between the two of them. Mingi scoots back a little bit more and before you could call out your sister, the front door opens and reveals San, whose eyes turn dark at the scene.

“Get the fuck off my girlfriend!” The blond sprints to the two and in the blink of an eye, he grabs the taller boy’s collar and throws him onto the ground. You screech and drop the plates on the floor, the ceramic shattering on the wooden floors. Alerted by the sudden ruckus in the living room, Yeosang and Seonghwa run out to the source. Yeosang stops by your side to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest, the older jumping straight into the action and drags Lei away to a safe spot.

San straddled Mingi’s hips and grasped his collar tightly before he was shoved off his torso by the taller boy. Mingi immediately got onto his feet to take a few steps back and explain to the boyfriend, but all San saw was red. His eyes burned with rage as he ran up to the brunet and landed a punch right smack at his cheek, making Mingi stumble back onto the floor. San moved to trudge towards the fallen male before Seonghwa finally got to him and grabbed his waist, holding him back. You pushed out of Yeosang’s hold and ran in between the two brawling boys, kneeling beside Mingi’s torso. 

“Oh my god, Mingi!” Your hand comes to cup his jaw but immediately recoils when he winces. 

“What the fuck, San?!” You hear Seonghwa curse and throw San back away from Mingi. “He was all over my girlfriend!” The blond reasons out, looking back at your hunched form and Mingi’s fallen one with rage behind his dark irises. 

Yeosang comes to your side not long after, lifting Mingi’s body while you rush to grab an ice bag. “Yeosang, take him home please.” You plead with worried eyes as you press the cold pack onto his cheek, pupils quivering when you notice him flinch. “Fuck. I’m so sorry, Mingi.” The injured male just smiles softly at you, ignoring the growing pain on his face. “I’m okay, y/n.” He insists with a hand on your shoulder, as if that will ease your worry. The brunet staggers towards San, with an intent to explain the situation to the fiery boy. 

“Listen-” Wrong move.

San, blinded by rage, thought that the tall male was trying to provoke him, so he did what his mind screamed for him to do; punch that motherfucker. His fist collided with Mingi’s stomach, the latter stumbled back, his mouth agape from having the wind knocked out of him and from trying to refrain his breath. 

“San!” You screech, running to shove the blond away and blocking him from seeing Mingi’s beaten state. You catch a glimpse of San dragging your sister up the stairs, but that wasn’t your priority right now. Your tutor, friend, and crush (all the same person) was just beaten up; that’s definitely more important. Now, after a few minutes of laying on your couch with a bag of peas pressed against the core of his stomach, Mingi was finally in a well enough condition to stand up. With a rough sigh, you order Yeosang and Seonghwa to take the poor boy home and insist on Seonghwa driving, and just like that, the limping boy was hauled into his black elantra and driven off.

Now you deal with Lei. What the fuck was that stunt she pulled? You saw it clearly with your own eyes, she did something you thought she couldn’t do. You saw it, it has been processed by your mind but your heart refuses to accept it. What she did… what she did was borderline cheating! Your feet padded heavily up the stairs, with your head hot and smoke blaring out your ears. Honestly, San took it too far. Wasn’t one blow enough for him, that he had to deliver another one? But was it really his fault though? Or were you looking for another party to blame instead of your sister?

“I told him to stay away baby…” You hear Lei whimper from her open bedroom and that made your blood boil even hotter. The audacity.

“No, Mingi told you to stay away. But did you?” Outraged, you burst through the door and glare down at the couple. San was seated on the bed, face held in his palms while Lei was sat on the floor in between his legs, looking up at him with her trademark Lei Eyes that will get you putty in a matter of seconds. At your words, the blond snaps his head up at you, brows furrowed with confusion evident on his sharp features. 

“You’re saying shit again, y/n.” Lei turns to you with a deep scowl on her usually soft face. This was the first time your sister responded to you in such an aggressive manner, and not jokingly. The crease between your brows deepen and you take a step closer, looking at San in the eye instead, paying no mind to your sister.

“I saw everything San.” You clench your jaw, recalling how Lei put her hand on his thigh like there was nothing holding her back. “Lei started it, not Mingi.”

“Fuck off, y/n!” Your sister yells at you, now on her feet and ready to fight you.

“She put her hand on his thigh, tried to kiss him, and even had the audacity to whine when he didn’t want to.” You huff, taking slow steps towards the two, watching carefully how San’s expressions shift from angry, to confused and then to guilty. “Lei, is this true?” He turns to the redhead in front of him, but her refusal to meet his eyes was enough of an answer for him. “Holy shit, I punched him.” The gears in his mind finally start turning and it sinks in how he almost beat your tutor to a pulp. But he wasn’t sure what bothers him more, that he beat up an innocent guy or that his girlfriend had thoughts of cheating in her mind. It hurt him, how he was so driven with rage that he hurt Mingi, and how his insecurities started to fill his mind.

What brought Lei to the option of cheating? Was he not enough? Did he not love her enough? No, he loved her with all his heart, ever since she asked him out three years ago his heart was set on her only. Maybe that wasn’t enough for her. It finally made sense, that ‘attention’ think she brought up a couple weeks earlier, he should’ve known that it would lead to something bad. But let’s face it, even if he saw it coming from a mile away it still wouldn’t cushion the blow of his girlfriend borderline cheating on him.

With the weight of his thoughts, San gently pushed Lei away and walked past you, your sister obviously scrambling to her feet to follow her boyfriend. “San, I-”

“I need to think, Lei.” The blond turned to her with a cold expression and shut the door behind him.

After a few moments of silence, Lei turns to you, red faced and rage induced, and screams at the top of her lungs, “Why are you always ruining things for me, y/n?!” And that struck you, what does she mean ruin her? She’s the one with the better lifestyle, right? The one with the looks, the favourite child, the one with the boyfriend. So why was she going off at you? “Leave, y/n! I’m so tired of you taking things away from me!” What the fuck? You gave her everything she wanted, you even gave up your feelings for San just for her to have him, and now she’s saying that bullshit? 

Before you could talk back or even open your mouth to utter a single word, your sister shoves you out of her room and shuts the door in your face.

Monday rolled in fairly slowly, considering that your weekend was bland and filled with silence regarding your current situation. But first, before you wallow in your ruined sister relationship, you needed to talk to Mingi, check up on the poor boy. He must’ve been so hurt. Throughout the day you couldn’t sit still, always squirming in your seat and glancing at the clock every three seconds, anxiously anticipating algebra.

When the professor announced the dismissal, you were out the doors, running ahead to get to the room across the left wing of campus. Your sneakers squeaking so loudly against the tiles that you barely hear Yeosang’s calls of protest and the thudding of his Doc Martens when he goes after you. He doesn’t actually have algebra next, but he was worried that you might do something irrational. Honestly, with the way you ripped the door open, Yeosang’s not quite sure how it stayed on its hinges. You looked like such a mess, he saw you fidgeting in your seat throughout the entire class and from a mile away, he could tell what was bothering you. 

Yeosang didn’t really know what happened that day, all he remembers was helping you make two sandwiches before all hell broke loose and the next thing he knows is that he’s in the backseat of Mingi’s car, pressing an ice pack onto the said male’s torso. Not how he expected his weekend to go. After that, when he saw you that Sunday, you were holed up in your room and the overall aura of the house was gloomy. He tried to pry it out of you, but it was no use, because for the first time in your life, you were actually pretty tight lipped. He has tried approaching Lei, but the older would just avoid his advances. Maybe something happened between you two?

Your best friend peeks into the nearly empty room and spots two figures near the back corner, your somber form stand in front of early boy Mingi in an apologetic stance as you relay your apology to the male. 

“I’m really sorry, Mingi. I should have done something first.” You cast your eyes down and keep them on your fumbling fingers, refusing to meet with Mingi’s smaller ones in fear of landing on the growing bruise on his cheek bone. You expected him to huff, to scoff or even just roll his eyes at your pathetic excuse, but instead you hear his gruff chuckles reach your ears and you look up at him, confused. Confused as to why he was smiling with a bruise on his cheek, or why he had the strength to laugh even with his aching stomach. What was so funny? Was it your hair? Probably, you passed by some reflective windows on your way here and you caught a glimpse of your bird’s nest hair. But that’s something you should take care of next time. 

“Yeah, you should be.” Mingi continues his low chuckles, puzzling your brain even more. You were somewhat worried that he maybe you saw wrong, and it wasn’t his cheek San hit but his head, then again there was a huge bruise on his cheek to tell you otherwise. Or maybe Mingi was so mad at you all he could do was laugh, at your idiocy or your audacity to even approach him. But when you look up at him, there were no traces of anger or wrath in his warm chocolate irises. Instead they were the usual bright slits you see very often on Mingi’s face when he smiles. 

You came up to him today half expecting him to not talk to you or to just end your little tutor agreement, not see his big bright gummy smile directed at you. He had a bruise on his face, for fucks sake, but he could still smile at you? After what you did? Mingi truly was a man. 

“I didn’t get to practice the other day because of you.” He whines teasingly with a pout. He also had the strength to joke around? This man always seems to impress you with how perfect he is. From his looks to his smarts and even his personality.

“Mingi, I’m so sorry.” You sigh, biting your lip apologetically, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, “Is there anything I can do to help you get better?” The tall brunet pretends to look around the room and rubs his fingers on his chin, as if contemplating his answer. “Maybe if you let me beat up, San—”

“Done!” You give Mingi a determined look, brows furrowed and eyes trained hard on him. 

Mingi’s head snaps up to look you in the eye, did you just allow him to beat up your sister’s boyfriend? “Wait, what?” The poor boy nearly panics at how you were so ready to hold down the said blond and even do the cleaning up for him. “Wait no calm down, y/n. I was kidding!” He gets up from his seat and places two firm hands on your shoulders. But your gaze doesn’t falter, “I wasn’t.” He chuckles nervously because you looked about ready to drag him to San’s house and have him beat the smaller boy up. 

“He hurt you, Mingi.” You bring a hand up to his jaw, careful not to touch the purple patch on his skin. “And it wasn’t even your fault.” Your eyes soften and Mingi sees the internal battle inside them. You must have gone through a lot. You saw a fist fight happen in your own home, felt at fault for what happened and got betrayed by your sister; your sister who you thought would never do anything of the sort. He can’t even imagine what happened when he left. But when he looks at you from afar, you were still bright, eyes wide and filled with golden specks; it was as if nothing happened in the past couple of days. 

But if he looked closely, he could see how the bags under your eyes darkened the slightest bit, and how your cheeks look slightly less full. The emotions behind your eyes dark and somber, while your stance was weak, like you haven’t been eating well. It hurt Mingi’s heart to see you so down, and it was all his fault. 

You hid your pain so well, which was very sad, yes, but Mingi looked up to you, admiring how strong you were. Although Mingi wishes to do nothing but rid you of all the sadness in your life, he best believes that he should stay away for the time being. For he was the source of your family feud and he wouldn’t want to cause any more ruckus. 

The bespectacled boy wraps his long arms around your shoulders and gently pulls you to his chest, your body goes stiff, the bruise on his stomach on your mind. You hear Mingi mutter a low apology into your ear. His husky voice making goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“I know it might not be fully my fault, but I feel guilty, okay? I mean look at you!” He pulls away and looks you up and down. “Not many people may notice, but I did. You’re a mess, you haven’t been eating or sleeping well the past couple of days. Am I right?” He doesn’t let you answer that because he already knows the truth.

“My point is, you don’t need me anymore. You’re doing so well in algebra, that means my job here is done. It’s been done so long ago but I didn’t want to accept it. I like you, y/n.” He confesses, making your heart skip a beat and your cheeks gain a bright red tint. “ and I didn’t want to stop seeing you, stop sitting beside you for three hours straight, I didn’t want to leave. I honestly want to stay with you forever. I thought that it’ll be fine, but look at what happened now. I should’ve left you the moment you showed improvement. This never would have happened.”

“Don’t say that, please.” You plead before gripping the tall boy’s collar and pulling him down to plant a soft kiss on his plump lips. You two stay still for a quick moment before the male in front of you pulls away, and chuckles lightly on your lips. 

“Don’t make this hard for me.” He leans down to plant another kiss on your lips, but this time he pours out all his frustrations and emotions onto your lips. Your eyes flutter shut at the sheer power he presses against your lips. Tilting his head to the side to slot his lips with yours, Mingi brings up a hand to hold your jaw and he feels your grip on his collar tighten. His soft lips move against yours before he brings his tongue out to swipe at your bottom lip. 

No matter how much he wanted to stay by your side and hold your hand, hug you while you sleep, and listen to your problems, he knew that you should focus on your family before him. Fix your sisterly bond before forming a bond with him. So he pulls away, panting slightly and looking deeply into your dazed eyes. He gives you one last smile before whispering softly,

“I don’t think I should drop by your place for a while.” 

Yeosang, who stood by the door with his fists clenched tightly, lets out a harsh breath, running away when he notices a few people coming his way. 

I’m so sorry for how things turned out. It’s not your fault never, nor was it Lei’s. I’m sorry for dragging you into this, but I don’t regret meeting you. I don’t regret liking you. Yes, you heard that right. I really do like you Song Mingi, I hope you know that I appreciate you and that everything about you deserves to be appreciated.

I’m so sorry for inconveniencing you,