MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.
When the rain doesn’t stop pouring and the world seems harsher than usual, you can always find shelter in someone. For you? That’s Kim Mingyu.
⌛ mingyu x gn!reader
⌛word count: 1.7k
⌛genre: short one-shot, comfort, fluff, bf!mingyu, talent recruiter! reader, mingyu is really sweet :(
⌛ warnings: cursing, mentions of the hospital, mentions of a really shitty day, slightly heavy ig, not that much warnings honestly-
⌛ notes: hello! this will be a quick read for you guys! it's more of a short story but i've had a lot in my mind lately so i kinda just- thought dumped in it. i hope you guys find comfort in this :) thank your stopping by and reading this smol story :) my asks, messages. and requests are open! so feel free to drop by anytime! <3
Inhale. Exhale.
The weight on your shoulders is heavier today.
Inhale. Exhale.
A 9 to 5 job was not really the plan after graduation. You think, what’s the use of your music degree if you’re not practicing it by the end? You assume you’d be working for a film post-production company after college or maybe freelance doing film scoring and songwriting. Maybe be an artist yourself, release your own music— your art, your soul.
You always had big dreams.
But here you are, working an almost 12-hour-shift for an entertainment company that barely pays you. Your salary can hardly cover your rent and you don’t even get to rest properly— Ending your day at 9pm and then having to go to work at 6:30 in the morning just so you won’t encounter the rush of people in the morning train.
You were lucky enough that your family agreed on helping you pay for your own place while you pay your bills.
Inhale. Exhale.
Today was longer than usual.
You missed your alarm this morning, making you leave your place later than usual, and by the time you arrived at the train station, it was already almost 8.
Before you got to work, you had a university student, who was in a rush, accidentally spill their coffee on you. You couldn’t even be mad when you saw the poor girl’s disheveled look, so you just let it pass as she continued apologizing to you.
You went to the company with your cream sleeves stained brown, having to ignore the judging looks you got from other employees as you clocked in by a nose.
Inhale. Exhale.
You were in charge of your companies’ artists— having to do their paperwork and PR every time they release new music or a new comeback.
You’re good with deadlines and emails, you really are.
But today, you got falsely accused of not sending an important email that had something to do with a release for the next week. You got an earful from your superior just before lunch— your colleagues watching from the glass window as you got scolded alone in the meeting room.
When your superior saw that you did email them the documents they needed, they offered no apology whatsoever for their haughty behavior— only scoffing and glaring at you as they walked out of the meeting room.
Inhale. Exhale.
You ran around the building today.
After lunch, you tended to what your artists needed.
Your artists’ managers were demanding a lot— from scheduling the practice rooms, having more studio time, to fixing comeback schedules and tour dates. In addition to that, since some of your colleagues were on leave, you were the one handling their artists while they’re gone.
You know you’re good at your job, but it feels a little more taxing today.
Every “congratulations” and pat on the shoulder from the managers felt like it added to the weight of it all.
A little reminder of what you’ve been through the whole day.
It’s not that you didn’t appreciate them, it’s just you wanted to rest.
Inhale. Exhale.
You were still in the building when your mother just called, telling you that your grandmother needs to be operated on.
You feel the twinge on your chest as you listen to her tell you her troubles. You’d rather have her tell you these things rather than keep it to herself. You’re aware that it’s not your responsibility, but as the eldest child, you feel like you had to do something.
You hate having to think that your mom would bear it all alone.
You talk about her day, your siblings, and solutions for covering the hospital bill over the phone call. When your mom tells you that your aunts were willing to pay for the hospital bill and the additional costs, you let out a sigh of relief— that was one thorn off the stem.
With slight resignation, you slump over your seat, looking out the office window.
Only an hour until work ends. You can finally rest, right?
Breathe in, breathe out.
It always helps.
Inhale. Exhale.
You forgot your umbrella.
The dark clouds that loom over the city cover the moon, while the heavy downpour of the rain pitter-patter across the concrete pavement.
“Shit,” you utter under your breath.
You can’t possibly go home in this weather.
You check your phone, debating whether or not to call your boyfriend to pick you up. But you remembered that he was busy and decided not to bother him anymore.
While lost in thought, a bunch of college students pass by you, laughing under the rain and pushing each other out of their umbrellas.
Oh, how you miss that time.
You feel the migraine creeping in and your throat slowly closing up.
A shaky breath is all you can let out.
Inhale. Exhale.
Here you are, in front of the company building. The rain was falling harder and your phone was slowly blowing up with notifications from friends talking about a high school reunion.
You don’t have the heart to look at these messages anymore.
Your friends were nurses, software engineers, and university assistants who get paid full and can travel around when they can. They graduated a year or two before you could while you were stuck with this one minor subject in uni because you can barely pass it.
You’re proud of them. You’re happy for them. But you can’t help but compare yourself to them.
What do you even say to them? You didn’t reach your dreams of becoming the artist you can be? That you’re just a mere corporate slave to the entertainment industry that you were supposed to excel on?
These thoughts didn’t help at all.
Each weight from today kept stacking one after another.
You struggle to swallow down the lump forming in your throat as your eyes fog, and the sound of your surroundings slowly drowns itself out.
Inhale. Exhale.
Breathe in, breathe out.
But it doesn’t help you.
Inhale. Exhale.
With your head hung low, you nibble on your lower lip, picking on the bag that you were holding on to.
Pathetic, you think.
Tears slowly fall while you stand outside the company building. The hustle and bustle of the city covers the small sob you let out.
“Y/N?” a familiar voice slowly calls. You know who it is, but you couldn’t even look up to them.
But you didn’t have to.
He cups your face, gently pulling you to look up at him.
Your eyes meet.
Kim Mingyu.
Inhale Exhale.
Seeing your dreary eyes and melancholy look, he immediately held you close to him, his arms wrapping around your shaking form as you sobbed on his chest.
Inhale. Exhale.
“My poor baby,” he coos, his palm slowly stroking your head as you sob your heart out, not caring if passersby stare at the two of you.
He pulls away slightly, wiping the tears still falling from your cheeks.
“Tired?”
You can only nod at him, pulling him back in a desperate embrace.
Inhale. Exhale.
Mingyu hums as he places his cheek on the top of your head, rubbing the small of your back. “I got worried once it started raining. I saw your umbrella on the kitchen top this morning,” he says.
You inhaled his scent, burying your face on his chest once again.
Despite the scent of this polluted city and rain, his was the only one pervading your senses.
“You didn’t have to come here,” you muttered.
“I wanted to,” he replies, movements not faltering even when you look up at him. “I’ve finished my projects and meetings earlier, you don’t have to worry.”
Calm and warm.
These are what you feel when your eyes meet once again.
Mingyu is your partner, your lover, and your best friend. You didn’t have to pretend to be strong in front of him.
He knows you like the back of his hand and you can’t fool him even if you tried.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you say.
“You will never be a bother to me.”
“But—”
“No ‘buts’,” he shuts you down before you can complain.
“Y/N, we’ve been together for five years. I know when you’re tired, I know when you’re anxious. I know I have my own weight to carry, but it will never be too heavy for me to not be able to carry some of yours as well. I love you, so please let me do this for you?”
Inhale. Exhale.
“You’re going to make me cry again,” you reply, a small smile forming on your face.
The warmth on your chest slowly spreads.
It’s always easy with him. You didn’t have to try too hard nor did you have to be someone you’re not.
You’re just you when you’re with him.
He smiles when he sees you smile, “Tell me everything in the car, okay? Let’s just get out of this fucky weather and let me make you dinner at home. How’s that sound?”
The small nod you gave him was enough for him to bring out his umbrella, covering the both of you, as the two of you walk to the car.
Sure enough, on the way back home, you tell him about what happened with your superior and your artists’ managers, you tell him about your mom and your friends, you tell him everything that has happened since this morning.
He listens quietly, replying with small hums as the radio plays soft music in the background.
True to his word, he made you dinner and while eating, he lets you complain more— sometimes making jokes about how your superior looks like that one Five Nights at Freddy's animatronic.
Once you guys have cleaned up the kitchen and have showered, the both of you lay in bed with your arms wrapped around one another and legs entangled to each other. You feel his skin against yours and his warm breath tickling your neck.
All the troubles that were clouding your head earlier seem to vanish.
Inhale. Exhale.
“I love you, Gyu,” you say, eyes closed.
Mingyu places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “I love you too, you can always find rest in me.”
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after a long long time of thinking i have decided to leave this account behind and Tumblr overall. the last couple of fics i wrote were pretty overlooked, and while people still read my old ones, im pretty sure i have been shadowbanned for the past few months. not to mention that it get extremely lonely in a place where you've no one to talk to.
all that being said, thank you all for the best 3 years of my life, i absolutely loved every second of it and i wouldn't change it for anything. thank you for being here even from the start and for the ones who are still reading to this day.
all of my fics will be found right here but i will no longer write or be active.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.
synopsis: Jeon Wonwoo, renowned actor of the year— your ex, is paired up with you for the year's newly awaited movie; ironically about reconnecting with an old flame. Your reunion is anything but smooth, old grudges and feelings rise to the surface as the both of you continue working on the film.
Will this give the both of you an opportunity to rekindle what was once lost or will this prove that you're better off moving on with each other’s lives?
rating: (n)sfw
pairing: actor! wonwoo x actress! afab reader
genre: actor!au, exes to lovers!au, angst, slow burn
warnings for this chapter: use of female pronouns for reader, written in third person, cursing— i think that's it— (please do message if i missed any)
wc: 1.1k
a/n: i've been working on this story for months and even so, i'm far from finishing it lol. again, please expect really slow updates since i just got a job and i cannot promise that i'll be able to update all the time.
my messages and ask are both always on, feel free to leave one! i also really appreciate comments and reposts! once again, thank you for choosing to be on this journey with me :) i hope you have fun as much as i do :)
Official tag for the series is #HOTBS
teaser || HOTBS masterlist
date posted: 11/06/25
The dimly lit lamp post illuminated the two figures that were standing in the middle of the rain, shadows dancing around their faces as droplets from the heavy downpour masked the pair’s heavyhearted expressions. The rise and fall of their chests from their labored breaths was evident as they faced each other.
“Is it really that easy for you to throw three years away?” Wonwoo said, knuckles turning white as he gripped the ends of his sleeve.
Lips pursed, Y/N couldn’t utter a response— because if she did, she knew that she'd break down in front of him. She’d take back every word she had said to him a few minutes ago; beg for his forgiveness for even thinking about separating, pull him to her embrace and never let go.
All she could do was look at him, misty-eyed as she studied the latter’s face— as if this was the last time she could do this.
She memorized it all, from the mole on his left cheek that was situated under his eye to the scar that was just right above his right eyebrow. His glasses were foggy from the rain but she could still see his eyes, the usually bright ones were now glossy, his eyebrows furrowed, and his jaw was clenched. No one would know whether or not it was raindrops that were trickling down his cheek or his own tears.
“Don’t look at me like that. Please,” Wonwoo pleads, his voice slowly cracking. “Talk to me, Y/N.”
She lets out a shaky breath, lips trembling. “You think it’s that easy for me too? I’ve been patiently waiting for you while you break one promise after another.”
Wonwoo stood there silent as his head hung low, the sound of the rain hitting the concrete pavement seemed to only grow louder.
“I know your manager has been telling you to break up with me. You think I wouldn’t know about that?”
For a moment, Wonwoo looked taken aback. His strong stance seemed to falter for a bit, “What right do they have to have a say in my relationship? To tell me what to do with my relationship?”
His eyes softened as he looked at her slightly trembling figure. “Please, let me make up for lost time, Y/N. I promise, I’ll make it up to you—”
His hands tried reaching out for her elbow, trying to bring her closer but she only shook her head, pulling her arm back with a small sob escaping her lips.
“You,” Y/N tried to talk, her voice slowly failing her. “You always say that.”
“You keep telling me that you’ll make it up to me. You promised and you promised. You kept on promising until there came a time that you couldn’t even do it anymore,” she says, her eyes not leaving his.
“I can also see how tired you’ve become just trying to be in our relationship. I can see it every time I look at you.”
“Y/N, I’m not tired! I’m just—”
Y/N only looked at Wonwoo, making him stop his sentence as his eyes met hers.
In contrast to what used to be light and carefree, her eyes were tired. She looked paler and the dark circles under her eyes were proof of the lack of sleep she had the past few weeks. Hurt was evident as the pair stood in the middle of the rain, silence enveloping them. The tears she held back were finally falling freely on her face.
Y/N thought she could do this, she should’ve known better.
“I love you,” Wonwoo whispered.
“I love you too.”
“We can still make this work. Please, don’t end it just like this.”
In a desperate plea, he held her closer to his chest. Hugging her as if she’d vanish into thin air if he lets her go.
She lets herself bask in his embrace for a few seconds, before snapping back into their reality. She tried pushing him away, hitting his chest but he wouldn’t budge.
“Please don’t make this harder for me,” she tells him in between sobs.
“Let’s fix this, please, please, please,” he once again pleads, slowly loosening his hold on her.
“You’re losing sleep, trying to be with me. Your management is already furious with you because of me.”
It was no secret to her that his management isn't too fond of her. His manager would pick Wonwoo up from her place when they would spend the night together and his manager would look at her as if she was the bane of their existence.
Wonwoo would immediately shut down any dating rumor that could possibly rake up viewers of any upcoming movies or dramas. He would try to leave early after his shoots until one day he couldn’t anymore.
He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, nor was he a passive lover.
This is what made it harder for her.
“I don’t want to hinder you from shooting to the stars, Won. You deserve to be there, to go even higher. You deserve to shine brighter, and you won’t be able to do that with me pulling you back.”
“Shooting to the stars be fucking damned if you’re not with me, Y/N.”
“This is exactly why we should stop.”
Wonwoo looked at her stunned.
“This is your dream. You’re at the pinnacle of reaching your dream, and what? You’re throwing it away for me? I can’t possibly make you do that, Wonwoo.”
A few seconds of silence once again passed the both of them, until Wonwoo took a deep breath.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to go on without you.”
A bitter smile formed on her face, tears still falling on her cheeks. “I know you can, Jeon. You’ll be able to walk and move forward without me by your side.”
I’ll always be watching you from afar. I’ll always watch your movies, your dramas. I’ll always support you in whatever goal you have dreamed of, whether you choose to divert your journey from the stars to the moon. I’ll always love you and support you, even if it means just standing idly by the sidelines.
She had many words left unsaid, yet she couldn’t bring herself to say any of it.
Wonwoo held both of her hands, bringing her knuckles close to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on them, letting a shaky breath right after.
“Why are you talking like you’ll never see me again?” He whispered.
She looked away from him, biting the inside of her cheek before she started speaking once again. “I’ll be leaving for London in a few weeks, I accepted the scholarship grant from the university yesterday.”
NOTE: This story is purely fictional. Any traits or decisions of the story's characters do not reflect those of their real life counterparts. This is a work of fiction and is not real. Please separate fiction from reality.
This story will be crossposted to wattpad and twitter.
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MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.
synopsis: Jeon Wonwoo, renowned actor of the year— your ex, is paired up with you for the year's newly awaited movie; ironically about reconnecting with an old flame. Your reunion is anything but smooth, old grudges and feelings rise to the surface as the both of you work on the film.
Will this give the both of you an opportunity to rekindle what was once lost or will this prove that you're better off moving on with each other’s lives?
rating: (n)sfw
pairing: actor! wonwoo x actress! afab reader
genre: actor!au, exes to lovers!au, angst, slow burn
warnings: will be written in first and third person, cursing, mentions of anxiety and depression, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, (will add more as the story goes)
a/n: hi! updates for this will be really slow, apologies. i just got a job that has me doing 12-hour shifts and i don't know if i can write 24/7 like i used to back in college.
although, my messages and asks are always open so feel free to leave one! once again, thank you for taking your time on reading my fic! i really appreciate it :)
Official tag for the series is #HOTBS
date started: 11/06/25
date ended: -
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NOTE: This story is purely fictional. Any traits or decisions of the story's characters do not reflect those of their real life counterparts. This is a work of fiction and is not real. Please separate fiction from reality.
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hello! i dont know who may be reading this but since ive had sime time away to think i have decided to leave this account behind for good and just start a new one from 0. Some of the fics on this account will be deleted and most rewritten and reposted. Hopefully this will also help me with the shadow ban, because as i said in my other post, this account wasn't getting anymore traction and it made me feel less excited to write.
the new account ill make will still be named tokkiwrites of course, so you may find me there, and hopefully enjoy the rewritten work more.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.
synopsis: Jeon Wonwoo, renowned actor of the year— your ex, is paired up with you for the year's newly awaited movie; ironically about reconnecting with an old flame. Your reunion is anything but smooth, old grudges and feelings rise to the surface as the both of you work on the film.
Will this give the both of you an opportunity to rekindle what was once lost or will this prove that you're better off moving on with each other’s lives?
rating: (n)sfw
pairing: actor! wonwoo x actress! afab reader
genre: actor!au, exes to lovers!au, angst, slow burn
no warnings for the teaser :)
Official tag for the series is #HOTBS
date posted: 11/06/25
Jeon Wonwoo.
I’d like to think that what Mingyu told me earlier was enough for him to not be here, but those familiar hooded eyes boring into mine across the pool was proof that I definitely thought wrong.
Here I stand, frozen, while my brother and friends’ conversations slowly muffle. I could feel the cold wind brush my face as the crowd that surrounds me blur themselves out; the only thing that I could focus on was the man having a silent staring contest with me on the other side of the room.
In an instant, all the emotions that I’d suppressed for the past six years came rushing back to me.
And out of me.
“What the fuck!?” My brother yells, snapping me out of my daze.
They look at me, amused, as Jeonghan flinches, now sitting in a pool of my “emotions”.
NOTE: This story is purely fictional. Any traits or decisions of the story's characters do not reflect those of their real life counterparts. This is a work of fiction and is not real. Please separate fiction from reality.
This story will be crossposted to wattpad and twitter.
