heavy lifting | k.m.g.
synopsis: you're struggling to get out of a bad academic slump, feeling overwhelmed by the constant pressure of grades and the inability to focus. after a few failed attempts to get motivated, you decide to do something differentâstart going to the gym. at first, itâs just about getting out of the house, but that all changes when mingyu, the gymâs resident greek god, notices you. no amount of reps or cardio can compare to how fast your heart races every time you cross paths, and it becomes impossible to ignore a six-foot tall kim mingyu.
pairing: mingyu x reader (ft. dino and riize wonbin + roommate!jeonghan)
genre: college au, romance, smut (18+ markers for start and end if you wanna skip), fluff, slice-of-life, slow-burn, gym buddy!mingyu
warnings: slightly awkward moments, gym-related humor, slow-burn, soft smut, heavy flirting, unprotected sex (do not do this lol), aftercare <333, making out with random ppl at a party, alcohol consumption, y/n is an absolute LOSERRRRR, profanity of course, mentions of body image (positive)
wc: ~8.5k
a/n: oh my godddd itâs finally here !! my first full fic <333 tysm for 500+ notes on the preview alone like ??? taglist is massive as well so that will be placed under the cut ^^~ shoutout to @meltinghershey, @mochisdayone, and @tigerhoshii for beta reading and dealing with my chaos lmaooo. hope u enjoy <33
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youâve always been the kind of person who keeps yourself busy. your friends say you get âflusteredâ a lot, but you know itâs less about nerves and more about not seeing the point in stretching out conversations when you could be doing something useful. youâre good with people â you can hold small talk, swap stories, even keep up in a group chat when you need to â but it never feels as rewarding as finishing a project or getting ahead on an assignment. practical, thatâs what you are. efficient with your time. so when the stress of midterms and the constant pressure to stay ahead starts to pile up, you fall into a familiar cycle of overworking without actually getting anywhere.
jeonghan, your roommate, always tells you to âtake a breakâ when he finds you buried under a pile of textbooks, but you ignore him. while your dorm neighbor, seungkwan, whoâs become your unofficial therapist, insists that maybe a change of scenery might help, but you brush it off. you donât know whatâs worseâfailing or the thought of being the one whoâs not keeping up with the others.
thatâs when you decide to take a leap. youâre not sure if itâs just the idea of doing something different, or the fact that every other option has failed, but you sign up for the gym. youâre not sure what youâre expectingâjust that you need to shake things up.
the first day is terrible. youâre awkwardly trying to figure out how machines work, watching everyone around you who seems like they know what theyâre doing, while youâre stuck on a treadmill wondering if youâre supposed to be running or walking faster.
thatâs when he notices you.
kim mingyu.
heâs not hard to spotâtall, broad-shouldered, a greek god in a compression shirt, with muscles you canât even begin to fathom. you try not to stare, but your eyes canât help it. heâs on the other side of the room, lifting weights with ease, his form flawless. you canât even imagine having a fraction of that confidence. you turn back to your treadmill, your face flushed as you try to focus on not tripping over yourself.
but then, out of nowhere, heâs right there in front of you.
âhey, are you new here?â his voice is so casual, but your heart skips a beat at the sound of it. âfirst time at the gym?â
you freeze, where the fuck did he come from?
pretty hard not to spot a giant like kim mingyu walking towards you, y/n.
without thinking, you mumble, âoh shitââ and immediately stumble forward. you try to catch yourself but end up tripping over your own feet, your hands flailing to find balance.
âwhoa!â mingyuâs quick reflexes kick in, and before you know it, heâs right there, steadying you with one hand on your shoulder. âyou okay?â he asks, voice tinged with concern, but thereâs a hint of amusement in his smile.
you gulp, heart racing. âiâyeah. i justâuh, didnât see you coming.â you let out a pathetic laugh, heat flooding your cheeks.
mingyu chuckles, his laugh deep and warm. âi kind of figured. you look like youâre on the verge of a wipeout.â
you canât help but give a lopsided smile, despite your embarrassment. âthanks⊠i guess,â you mutter, still trying to regain your composure.
âdonât worry about it,â he says with a friendly smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âyouâre still alive, so thatâs a win in my book.â
and just like that, mingyuâs gone, back to his workout as if he hadnât just saved you from making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.
for the next few days, mingyuâs presence haunts the gym. you see him everywhereâlifting weights, chatting with people, giving advice, being⊠well, perfect. and all you can do is watch from the sidelines, still too embarrassed to approach him, but also unable to tear your eyes away.
thereâs something so confident about him, so effortlessly kind, and you begin to notice the way he always looks out for people. heâs just a regular guy, right? except heâs mingyu, and somehow, he makes everything look effortless.
oooh, and those. arms.
and you? well, youâre still stumbling through the basics. and you learned pretty early on that no amount of cardio can beat your heartrate every time your gaze catches a sight of kim mingyu.
ây/n, youâre going again?â jeonghan asks, raising an eyebrow as you tie your sneakers, preparing for yet another trip to the gym.
âyeah, iâum, just need to clear my head,â you mumble, looking down at your shoes to avoid his teasing gaze.
jeonghan grins. âmhm, sure you do. so, what? youâve got your eyes on some hunk down there?â he teases, making air quotes with his fingers, clearly referring to some âeye candyâ at the gym. âsomeoneâs been going to the gym a lot recentlyâŠâ
you freeze, trying to play it cool. âwhat?â you ask, slightly panicking. âno, i-iâm just, you know, trying to get out of a rut with my studies. nothing else.â
jeonghan watches you carefully, then his eyes widen. âwait⊠there is someone, isnât there?â he grins widely, and it suddenly hits you. âwait, y/n, donât tell me that itâs kim mingyu? the gymâs golden boy?â he laughs, clearly amused by your flustered face.
you freeze in shock. âwhat? noâheâs just a guy who works out a lot! i mean, yeah, heâs nice, but itâs not likeââ
jeonghan bursts out laughing. âso you do know him! oh, honey, donât even try to act like youâre not into him. everyone knows who mingyu is. have you seen him? dudeâs got the perfect physique, perfect grades, perfect car, and perfect everything. iâve heard heâs loaded too. his dadâs some big-time olympic weightlifting official. heâs literally the walking definition of the âgolden boyâ on campus.â
you blink, your mind struggling to keep up with the avalanche of information. âwait⊠the olympics? his dad?â
jeonghan nods. âyeah, exactly. iâve heard he comes from a pretty well-off family too. so yeah, mingyuâs literally perfect. itâs no surprise that heâs in everyoneâs top ten crush list.â
you feel your face heating up as the realization settles in. âoh my godâŠâ
jeonghan chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. âdonât worry, y/n. if you want to stare at a perfect person in peace, you just gotta deal with the fact that youâre not the only one who has their eyes on him.â
you groan, burying your face in your hands. âstop teasing me,â you mumble, but thereâs no denying the fact that youâre definitely starting to feel a little more⊠interested than youâd like to admit. but itâs just a silly gym crush. definitely.
as if he wasn't already a regular in your daydreams, you bump into him again, outside of the gym this time.
the first time is when youâre standing outside the lecture hall, waiting for class to start, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie. your mindâs still racing from last nightâs study session, and youâre so absorbed in your thoughts that you barely notice when the doors to the hall open. as you look up, though, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face.
mingyu.
heâs wearing his usual easy-going smile, his gym bag slung casually over one shoulder, walking right into the building like he owns the place. you stare at him, frozen, as your heart rate picks up. heâs in your class?
ây/n?â a voice snaps you out of your trance.
you look over to see jeonghan, who raises an eyebrow at your flushed face. âyou okay?â he asks, his lips quirking into a teasing smile as he follows your line of sight.
âuh, yeah⊠just didnât expect to see⊠him.â you try to sound casual, pointing toward mingyu, but your voice cracks slightly.
jeonghan looks over, nonchalant, as if he didnât just see your face turn fifty shades of red. âoh. him. so, youâre saying you havenât noticed our campus' very own golden boy in your minor classes? phys ed major, i heard.â
âheâs aâŠ?â you blink, confused.
âyeah,â jeonghan smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort. âmingyu. doesnât surprise me, though. heâs always around. always looks like heâs got his life together, the body of a perfect poster boy for fitness promos in those gyms across town.â
you watch mingyu walk into the lecture hall, now knowing the one thing that had never occurred to you: heâs actually here, at the same school as you. sharing a class with you, at that.
itâs like a punch to the gut. of course he is.
and you? youâre here, stumbling through calculus with a mountain of textbooks you can never seem to get through.
but you canât stop thinking about how easy mingyu makes everything look.
turns out⊠going to the gym wasnât the worst decision youâve ever made.
you werenât exactly sculpting a six-pack yet, but you didnât feel like complete shit all the time now. your brain fog was thinning, your mood was lighter, and you kinda liked walking past your reflection and noticing how your arms didnât look so soft anymore. jeonghan had clocked it too.
âlook at you,â he teased one night while you were getting ready for another house party he dragged you to. âall swole and glowy. is this a gym glow? did mingyu spot you or something?â
you rolled your eyes, fumbling with a random lock of your hair. âwell⊠heâs definitely a looker, i do think it wouldnât hurt to gawk at him wearing a compression shirt a few times a week.â you admitted, trying to keep your voice casual but you could already feel the heat crawling up your neck.
jeonghan gasped, immediately abandoning his lip balm to lean closer. âno way. tell me more.â
you huffed, giving in. âheâs justâokay, heâs really tall. and stupidly buff. and he always looks like he walked out of some greek mythology fanfic. and heâs nice?? like unfairly nice.â
âoh, babe. poor you. no one comes out of a gym crush on him alive.â
you both laughed it off, but the truth was⊠you were actually starting to enjoy the gym. not just for the obvious eye candy, but because it made you feel good. and you were slowly clawing your way out of that academic slump one sweat-soaked session at a time.
and parties helped too.
jeonghan had been on a social streak lately, dragging you to every decent gathering he caught wind of. and for once, you werenât staying glued to the walls. you mingled, you danced, you maybe flirted a little.
like that one night with the guy named chan.
cute boy. bright smile. quick to pour you a drink and compliment your hair. he was a little too eager, but harmless. you didnât mind giving him a peck on the cheek, his cheeks blushing a dusty pink in response.
âwhat year are you in?â you asked casually over the music.
âiâm a sophomore!â he beamed.
âoh,â you blinked. âyouâre...â
his smile faltered a little at your sudden reluctance. jeonghan appeared at your elbow at the perfect moment, smirking. âpoor kid. you just got downgraded to âlittle brotherâ status.â
chan pouted but took it like a champ, even offering to get you another drink before you politely excused yourself. harmless. kinda endearing, honestly.
but the real kicker came a week later.
you were halfway through a very sad attempt at curling a dumbbell too heavy for your current strength level when someone suddenly appeared in your peripheral vision.
âoh, hey,â a boy with bright eyes and soft features said, slightly breathless like heâd jogged over. âyouâre⊠y/n, right?â
you blinked. âumâ yeah?â
âiâiâm chan.â
ânice to meet you, chan.â wait.
you stopped your reps abruptly.
he rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous. âi, uh, think we met at that party last week?â
oh no.
the pieces clicked a little too late in your brain, but they did click. he was the same guy from the party you went to last weekend whoâd offered you a drink and talked you up. and you, in a half-drunk, affectionate spiral, planted a quick kiss on his cheek before finding out he was way too young to be your type, jeonghan saving you as you both run away, making a break for the kitchen.
he looked so hopeful now it physically hurt.
before you could fumble out an apology or awkwardly escape, a very familiar voice called over from the other side of the room.
âyo, chan! quit slacking, get your ass over here.â
mingyu.
he was leaning against the leg press, towel draped over his shoulder again like a damn fitness magazine model. chan gave you an apologetic little smile and jogged over.
you took a moment to quietly die inside.
and thenâas if fate wasnât already laughing at youâmingyu clapped a hand on chanâs shoulder and grinned, talking loud enough for you to catch while pretending not to.
âthis kidâs soft as hell, yâknow that? started hitting the gym âcause some random girl at a party ghosted him.â
you nearly choked on your water.
oh my god. you had hope chan had attended a few more parties since then. because if not, then...
it was probably you. you were the girl.
you quickly turned away, pretending to be very interested in adjusting your earbuds (it wasnât even connected to your phone).
chan would clear his throat awkwardly at thisâmingyu didnât know, of course. he was teasing chan like a big brother would, completely unaware that the object of the kidâs little tragedy was currently staring wide-eyed at her reflection in the nearest mirror.
fuck. fuckfuckfuck.
it had been a week or so since your⊠unfortunate run-in with chan at the gym. youâd done your best to laugh it off, though the way mingyu casually mentioned some poor kid started training because of a heartbreak at a frat party had you spiraling internally for a solid three business days. because what were the odds? your chan? apparently heartbreak over a 15 minute encounter was a hell of a pre-workout.
either way, you were ready to get back out there. another weekend, another partyâfingers crossed you wouldnât unknowingly crush some poor guyâs spirit this time and discover their glow-up arc at the campus gym. you sent up a silent prayer as you got dressed, hoping the universe would cut you some slack for once.
youâd be lying if you said you hadnât been a little more⊠experimental with your outfits lately. nothing wild, just a few tops cropped a little higher, jeans sitting a little lower. maybe if you showed a bit of skin, youâd start to feel as hot as you hoped you looked. besidesâyouâd been busting your ass at the gym. you deserved to show it off a little.
âokay, i see you!â jeonghan wolf-whistled from the other side of the room when you stepped out of your closet. âdamn, baby, if i didnât know you were one tragic gym crush away from full insanity, iâd think you were tryna pull tonight.â
âmaybe i am,â you teased, smoothing your hands down your sides, a little proud of how good you felt lately. maybe it was the gym, maybe it was the new skincare routine seungkwan bullied you into, maybe it was pure spite toward every man whoâd ghosted you, but you were glowing a bit, and you werenât about to waste it.
jeonghan grabbed his keys and slung an arm over your shoulders. âalright, letâs go break heartsâconsensually.â
the party was already in full swing when you got there, neon lights bleeding into every room, the bass so deep it made the walls thrum. you lost jeonghan somewhere between the kitchen and the makeshift dancefloor, though not before downing two shots together like some chaotic ritual.
an hour later you were a little tipsy, flushed from dancing, with the beginnings of a hangover clawing at the edges of your brain when you found yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on lukewarm water. youâd just successfully escaped making out with some ridiculously pretty boy named wonbin you barely knew. his hands had been nice, sure, but his cologne was giving you a headache and you had a 10 a.m. gym session you werenât about to flake on.
âlook at you,â a familiar voice teased, low and warm and way too close to your ear.
you turned your headâand there was mingyu, grinning down at you, tight black polo stretched over his chest and looking like heâd walked out of a menâs fitness ad. or maybe a sin. who could say.
âdonât tell me youâre partying too,â you half-giggled, setting your cup down. âand here i thought you were some gym purist.â
âcould say the same for you,â mingyu shot back, leaning against the counter beside you. âwhat kind of maniac hits the gym after a night at a rager?â
you let out a laugh, the alcohol making you bolder than usual. âan insane one, apparently.â
your gaze droppedâyou couldnât help itâto the way his biceps flexed as he lifted his drink. god, you were barely sober and apparently even less subtle. before your brain could stop you, your hand reached out and squeezed his arm.
a full, proper squeeze.
and then you registered what youâd just done.
âoh my god,â you blurted, snapping your hand back like it burned. âi canât believe i just did that. iâm so sorryââ
mingyu just barked out a laugh, reaching out to catch your wrist before you could flee the kitchen entirely. ânah, itâs cool. you like it that much, huh?â
his grin was sharp, teasing, and you were definitely too sober for this now. your pulse jumped as his fingers slid from your wrist to your hand, giving it a little squeeze back before letting go.
âiââ you started, but your brain short-circuited.
mingyu tilted his head, still smiling. âcome on, iâll walk you back. wouldnât wanna lose our future gym freak to some frat house debauchery.â
the walk back was⊠quieter than you expected. not awkward, just easy. mingyu had one hand shoved into his pocket, the other loosely holding the bottle of water heâd swiped for you on the way out. the cool night air sobered you up faster than any coffee couldâve, but it didnât stop the way your heart kept doing this stupid little jump every time your arms brushed.
you shouldâve felt bad about ditching jeonghanâtraitor behavior, honestly. but in your defense, heâd disappeared into a dark corner with someone you swore was a philosophy major who looked like trouble, so technically you were both abandoning each other tonight. friendship cancelled out.
âyou good?â mingyu asked, glancing down at you.
you hummed. âbetter now. needed that fresh air.â
mingyuâs mouth quirked up at the corner. âtold you. youâre almost as insane as me.â
you snorted. almost. the man had a literal six-pack under that shirt and probably ran marathons for fun. meanwhile, you nearly keeled over after fifteen minutes on the treadmill your first week.
by the time you reached your dorm building, the campus had quieted down. only the hum of street lamps and the occasional tipsy laughter echoing from other party stragglers.
you fished your keys out of your bag, hands clumsy from a mix of nerves and residual buzz. mingyu leaned against the wall by your door, watching you with that same soft amusement you hated how much you liked.
and you werenât drunk anymore. you couldnât blame it on that. not the flutter in your stomach. not the way your fingers twitched at your side.
you liked to believe it was the alcohol, but you knew better. because even sober, even under these shitty yellow hallway lights, mingyu looked unfairly good. and you were still a little bit of a loser inside.
you swallowed, gripping your keys too tight before blurting out, way too fast, âdo youâwanna come in? or, i mean, just for a bit. likeâi have snacks. and, uh. water. and⊠i guess my air conditioningâs nice.â
jesus christ.
your voice cracked a little at the end and you wanted to throw yourself out a window.
mingyuâs brow arched in surprise for half a second before a slow grin spread across his face. not cocky. not smug. just⊠warm. maybe a little endeared.
âsnacks and air conditioning, huh?â he teased, tucking his hands into his jean pockets. âhard to say no to that.â
your ears burned. âitâs fine if youâre tired or whateverââ
but he was already stepping forward, hand reaching to nudge the door open when you finally got the key to work.
âlead the way, gym buddy.â
and god help you, you did.
you donât know what possessed you. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way mingyu looked under those shitty streetlights, hair a little messy, grin too easy. either way, you were now standing in your tiny dorm, watching him take a seat on your bed like heâs been here a hundred times before.
and you? you were having a mental breakdown.
âoh my god, what am i doing,â you muttered under your breath, moving to your tiny fridge to grab two bottled waters like your life depended on it. your hands shook a little, and you cursed yourself for acting like youâd never had a boy in your room before â let alone this boy. this unfairly gorgeous, golden boy, smile-that-can-take-down-roman-empires , literal greek god of a manâkim mingyu.
âyou good?â mingyu chuckled, and when you turned, he was grinning at you, legs spread lazily, leaning back on his hands like he owned the place. âyouâre acting like you just smuggled me in past your strict parents or something.â
you huffed out a laugh, plopping down a water bottle next to him on the bed and keeping a very respectful distance on the opposite side. âsorry. i justâthis wasnât planned. like at all.â
mingyu shrugged, cracking open the bottle. âspur of the momentâs fun sometimes.â
you eyed him, unsure what to do with yourself, fidgeting with the label on your own bottle. âif you wanna head back to the party, you totally can. i mean, iâm tucking in for the night anyway. i promise iâm completely sober now, so no babysitting required.â
he looked at you, one brow raised, a teasing glint in his eye. âand miss out on the snacks and air conditioning you promised? no way.â
you rolled your eyes but smiled, heart doing its usual ridiculous flip when his knee brushed yours. casual. accidental. but you felt it all the same.
âplus,â mingyu added, leaning a little closer, voice dropping in that way that made your stomach twist up in knots. âwhat about our gym sesh tomorrow? together?â
you blinked. âour⊠what now?â
he laughed, reaching over to pluck the bottle from your hands and set it aside like you were both settling in for a long talk. âyouâve been avoiding me at the gym, you know.â
âi have notââ
âhave too.â
your face warmed again. âokay, maybe a little. itâs intimidating, okay? youâre like⊠you.â
mingyuâs grin softened, eyes crinkling into those damn crescent moons. âiâm just a dude, y/n. and apparently, iâm now a dude who ditches parties for you.â
your head spun.
âyouâre insane.â you try to brush it off.
âalmost as insane as you.â he pushes further.
you laughed, the sound filling the room like something easy, and when mingyuâs hand found yours for half a secondâa fleeting touch, a gentle squeeze before letting go â you didnât even think about pulling away.
and you know what? maybe jeonghan was right. maybe you did have a type.
snack wrappers littered your coffee table, the air conditioning blasting at a level jeonghan would dramatically declare a war crime if he were here. you glanced over at mingyu, who looked far too at home on your couch, long legs stretched out, hair a little messy, that annoyingly perfect face lit by the glow of the tv screen playing some random old action movie neither of you were really watching.
âyou donât mind me staying over, do you?â mingyu asked, suddenly, tone so casual it made your brain short-circuit.
you choked on your water. âw-what? no! i meanâno, not at all! you can stay. totally. of course. i mean, obviously youâre gonna be on the couch, hahah, itâs totally fine, not weird at all.â
he raised a brow at you, clearly amused. âdidnât even ask to share the bed, y/n.â
âright! of course. couch it is.â you fumbled, standing up a little too quickly. âiâmâgonna wash up.â
you darted toward the balcony, trying not to faceplant on the way, heart hammering so stupidly hard in your chest it felt like a crime. outside, the night air was cool against your skin, and you grabbed a hanger off the clothesline â one of jeonghanâs oversized shirts and a pair of old sweatpants, thankfully dry and still carrying a faint scent of clean detergent and your roommateâs obnoxiously expensive cologne.
when you stepped back inside, mingyu was still sprawled on the couch, only now looking over his shoulder at you with a soft little grin. you cleared your throat, holding up the clothes. âthese should fit. jeonghanâs taller than me, but probably not as tall as you, but he loves baggy clothes, so⊠yâknow. good enough.â
âtheyâll be perfect.â mingyu smiled, and you couldnât believe how easy it looked on him.
you escaped to the bathroom, scrubbing your makeup off and washing up as fast as humanly possible, trying not to analyze your reflection too hard, might risk an existential crisis if you did. when you came out, hair wet and towel draped over your head, you froze.
because mingyu was already changed.
and holy shitâjeonghanâs oversized clothes looked offensively good on him. the shirt stretched just enough over his broad shoulders, the sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he gave you that soft, grateful grin like he wasnât lowkey ruining your life.
âthanks for this, by the way.â he said, plucking a stray thread off the hem of his sleeve.
you nodded wordlessly, eyes shamelessly fixed on him now, not even bothering to pretend otherwise. your feet carried you over to grab your own water bottle, and thenâbecause your brain was fried and you didnât know what else to do with yourselfâyou dropped down cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, towel still draped over your head, grabbing the remote with one hand and surfing aimlessly through streaming services, while the other dried your hair with the towel.
mingyu leaned forward. âgive me that.â
you blinked, snapping out of your momentary daze. âhuh?â
âyour towel,â he said, grinning like it was the most natural thing in the world. âyour hairâs dripping. let me dry it.â
âyou donât have toââ
âi want to.â he smiles. that damn smile again.
and because you were a fool, you let him.
he sat on the couch, legs on either side of you, the towel over your head as his hands worked gently, drying your hair with easy, practiced motions. his fingers brushed the nape of your neck, and your heart straight-up stopped functioning properly. the domesticity of it all, the weird, too-close familiarity, it was driving you absolutely insane.
you swallowed hard, your cheeks heating up so bad you were thankful your wet hair could still pass for cold skin. and maybe it was the way his thumb lingered on your jaw, just a little too long, or the fact that his legs bracketed yours like some kind of ridiculously domestic setupâeither way, you felt that invisible line between you both shift. and for the first time since this night started, you werenât sure if you wanted to stay on the safe side of it.
âthere,â mingyu murmured after a while, pulling the towel off your head with a final little tousle, his voice low and weirdly fond. âall good.â
you fiddled with the hem of your shorts, feeling way too aware of how close he was. the room felt quieter now, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the faint sound of the tv playing some car chase scene neither of you were watching.
âokay, so⊠um.â you cleared your throat, standing up abruptly. âyou can take the bed. iâll sleep on the couch.â
mingyuâs brows shot up. âwhat? no way.â
âwhat do you mean âno wayâ? youâre a guest.â you protested, already grabbing a pillow and a spare blanket from the closet.
ây/n, look at me.â he gestured down at himself, at the way his knees practically hit his chest sitting on your too-small couch. âi canât even sit on that thing properly, let alone sleep. youâd be sentencing me to a night of back pain and leg cramps. iâm not making you sleep out here just for my sake.â
you scowled, stubborn. âbut itâs my bed.â
âexactly. and itâs your apartment, so you deserve the comfy bed.â
âjeonghanâs roomâs locked.â you grumbled, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt. âhe never leaves it unlocked when heâs not here. no other choice.â
mingyu leaned back against the couch, flashing you a crooked grin. âthen we share.â
your brain practically bluescreened.
âw-wait, what?â
âthe bed. we share. itâs big enough, isnât it?â his grin widened. âi promise not to hog the blanket.â
you opened and closed your mouth a few times, grasping for some kind of coherent argument but coming up short because damn it, he was right. the couch barely fit him sitting downâthere was no way heâd be able to sleep on it comfortably. and you werenât about to let him throw his back out for a stupid reason like this.
âfine,â you muttered, heat prickling at the back of your neck. âbut stay on your side.â
âscoutâs honor.â he held up two fingers in mock solemnity.
âand donât snore.â
âi donât snore.â
âiâll be the judge of that.â
you grabbed your phone charger and shuffled into your room, leaving the door open behind you. mingyu followed a beat later, still grinning like the smug menace he was. and even though every rational part of your brain screamed that this was such a bad idea, a tiny, reckless voice at the back of your head whispered that maybe, just maybe, you kind of wanted to find out what it felt like to fall asleep next to someone like him.
for the record: it was totally the alcohol talking.
probably.
maybe?
âŠfuck.
you told yourself it was fine.
just two pals. gym buddies. campus friends. besties.
two completely platonic people sharing a bed because of spatial logistics and the cruel, unrelenting limits of furniture design.
haha.
ha.
you were malfunctioning.
you sat on your side of the bed, clutching your phone like a lifeline as mingyu tugged the blanket over himself with an ease that should not have made your stomach flip. he lay there, eyes fluttering shut almost immediately like the worldâs most peaceful golden retriever, while you stared at the ceiling, brain absolutely going to hell.
âtotally normal. nothing weird. just two amigos. chingus! bros!â
you squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to sleep, repeating the words like a desperate mantra. and for a while, it worked. you drifted off into something hazy and warm, the hum of the air conditioning and mingyuâs even breathing lulling you under.
until a shift in weight on the mattress made your eyes snap open.
and you felt itâa puff of warm breath against the curve of your neck, so close you shivered.
âoh my god.â
you yelped, a tiny, startled squeak that made mingyu jolt awake, eyes bleary and confused.
âshitâ sorry! sorry, did iââ he started, voice rough from sleep.
âno, itâsâ itâs okay, i justââ you flailed for words, completely undone.
he rubbed at his eyes, blinking at you with a sheepish smile. âi tend to roll over a lot when i sleep. didnât mean to get all up in your space.â
âitâs fine,â you mumbled, cheeks burning.
he studied you for a beat, then tilted his head, grinning softly. âyou sure? i mean⊠you didnât seem that mad.â
you wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out.
âit wasâŠâ you swallowed. âweirdly nice.â
his grin turned smug. âyeah?â
before you could lie or backtrack, he shifted againâleaning in until his lips brushed the same spot on your neck, the featherlight contact making your skin prickle.
âlike this?â he murmured, half-asleep and reckless.
you could barely breathe. âmingyuâŠâ
your voice cracked, hoarse and small in the dark.
he hummed against your skin, one strong arm draping lazily around your waist, pulling you back against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. you could feel the steady beat of his heart, the solid warmth of his body.
âi like this,â he whispered, barely audible.
and just like that, every single one of your loser brain cells went into cardiac arrest.
his arm around your waist felt heavy. solid. grounding in a way that made your breath hitch.
and then there was his handâsplayed across your stomach, fingertips brushing the hem of your sleep shirt, barely touching skin but leaving a trail of heat in their wake. his face was still buried against your neck, his lips pressing featherlight there, like he wasnât fully awake, like his body was moving on instinct alone.
and god, it shouldnât have felt this good.
you swallowed, pulse stuttering in your throat, trying not to focus on the way your thighs instinctively pressed together under the covers.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with me?â
this was mingyu. your gym buddy. the guy who spotted you when you were too scared to touch the free weights. the man who chugged protein shakes like water and complained about his laundry bill.
but now he was pressed up against you in your tiny dorm bed, all warm muscle and lazy affection, and you felt⊠something.
something low and traitorous in your stomach, fluttering sharp and hot between your legs in a way you hadnât expected. a dull ache, a clench of nothingness that made you shift in place without meaning to.
and of course, of course, mingyu noticed.
âhm? you okay?â he mumbled, voice still husky with sleep, his hand tightening a fraction around your waist.
you let out a breath that sounded dangerously close to a whimper and hoped to god it passed for sleepy noise.
âyeah,â you whispered. âjust⊠warm.â
âyou want me to move?â
the words made your stomach drop. panic spiked sharp and bright in your chest.
âno!â too quick, too loud. you winced, immediately mortified. âi meaâitâs fine. i like it.â
his smile was lazy, smug even in half-sleep. âyeah?â
you bit your lip. âyeah.â
and then his hand slid a little lower.
not on purposeâyou told yourself it wasnât on purposeâbut the way his palm brushed the dip of your hip, fingers grazing bare skin, made you feel that something again.
your breath hitched.
âoh my god.â
your brain was a storm of sirens and red flags but your body didnât care. it was already reacting, warmth pooling in places you didnât dare name, and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying he couldnât tell.
but mingyu, perceptive even in sleep, let out a low chuckle against your skin.
âyouâre kinda squirmy, y/n,â he teased softly.
âshut up,â you croaked, absolutely humiliated, heat rushing to your face.
he laughed, that same warm, boyish sound that always made your chest hurt, and settled in closer.
âdonât worry,â he whispered, his lips ghosting your ear. âi donât mind.â
you didnât know who moved first.
maybe it was the way his fingers curled against your skin, rough pads stroking just a little too slow, a little too deliberate.
maybe it was youâtraitorous, loser brain short-circuitingâturning your face toward his, catching the curve of his smile in the dark.
maybe it was the sheer tension that had been crackling between you for weeks, building in glances, brushes of hands, the weight of his gaze on you across a crowded gym floor. it had to break sometime.
and it did.
because then his lips were on yours.
soft, warm, tasting faintly of the cheap beer from earlier and the mint of your toothpaste. it was clumsy at first, a messy slide of mouths and teeth, a surprised noise catching in your throat as his hand tilted your jaw, deepening the kiss.
âfuck,â you breathed when you broke apart, and mingyu just grinned against your skin.
âyou sure?â he murmured, thumb stroking under your chin, eyes searching yours in the dim light.
and youâflustered, awkward, a little tipsy but painfully sober nowânodded. âyeah. yeah, iâm sure.â
he kissed you again, slower this time, one hand at the small of your back pulling you flush against him. you felt everythingâthe press of his chest, the solid heat of his thigh between yours, and the unmistakable, undeniable hardness against your hip.
your head spun.
âoh my god.â
mingyu pulled back just enough to laugh, breath warm on your cheek. ânow whoâs feeling something?â
âshut up,â you gasped, but you were smiling, you couldnât stop smiling, even as your face burned and your hands trembled where they clutched his t-shirt.
his thumb brushed your bottom lip. âcan iâ?â
âplease.â
he was so gentle, like he thought you might break if he touched you wrong, murmuring your name like it was a prayer, all those muscles for show but his touch impossibly careful.
the room spun, your heartbeat louder than the air conditioner, mingyuâs breath ragged in your ear as he settled between your thighs, his hand slipping under the waistband of your shorts andâ
âmingyu,â you whimpered, your voice cracking, half-laughing at yourself because holy shit this was really happening.
âi got you,â he promised, lips ghosting your jaw. âiâll take care of you, y/n.â
and he did.
slow, achingly careful, like you were something preciousâand for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe you were.
then it was a tangle of hands, mouths, clothes splayed somewhere in the dark, it was messy and desperate and you shouldâve known better than to underestimate him. youâd seen those muscles at the gym, felt them under your handsâbut it wasnât until now, when he hooked your thigh over his hip and pressed you down into the mattress, that you realized just how strong he really was.
and when he flipped you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, his palm sliding down your back in a slow, reverent stroke, your brain short-circuited.
âjesus christ,â you gasped, cheek pressed to the pillow.
âlike this?â he murmured against your ear, voice low and warm.
you barely managed to nod.
he started slow, carefulâhis hips rolling into yours, lazy and deep, one hand laced with yours against the pillow. you felt the strain in his forearm where it bracketed your head, the soft curse in your ear at how tight you clenched around him.
then, when your hips pushed back into him, a helpless little sound catching in your throat, something in him snapped.
the next thrust was harderânot rough, but deeper, firmer, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that made your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut.
âfuckâmingyu,â you choked out, hands clawing at the sheets.
he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, breath hot against your skin. âfeel so good, baby,â he rasped. âbeen wanting thisâwanted youââ
you couldnât answer, too busy trying not to drool into your pillow as he kept going, the thick drag of him inside you dizzying. it was too much and not enough at the same time, your body trembling and brain turning to static.
every roll of his hips made your breath hitch, the room filled with the slick, filthy sound of skin against skin, the low broken noises leaving both your mouths.
and even as his pace picked up, as your body went pliant under his and your legs shook, mingyu was still achingly gentle in how he touched youâhand smoothing your hair from your face, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.
âgood girl,â he groaned, voice cracking as his rhythm faltered. âfuckââm closeâgonnaââ
his hips stuttered, a deep, desperate moan spilling from his throat as he pulled out last second, rutting his cock against the curve of your ass as he came hard, hot ropes of it painting your lower back and thighs.
your body trembled, face buried in the pillow, breath ragged and uneven as you felt the warmth of it on your skin, the heavy, shaky way he exhaled against your shoulder.
and for a moment, neither of you movedâjust the soft hum of the air conditioner, the buzz of blood in your ears, and the lingering ache between your thighs.
he collapsed on top of you, catching himself just in time, his strong arms holding you close as he tugged you into his chest. you were too tired to protest, too exhausted to do anything but let him hold you, feeling the heat of his body against yours.
his arms were so strong, tanned and muscular, yet the way he held you was impossibly soft. despite everythingâthe hours youâd spent at the gym, the newfound strength you were buildingâyou felt so small in his hold, a feeling you couldnât deny you loved. it wasnât in the sense of weakness, but in how careful he was with you, how you felt like he was holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. his warmth, his scentâit was all consuming in the best way.
âfuck,â he whispered, his voice raw. âyouâre amazing.â
you smiled, your heart fluttering, but you didnât have the energy to respond. all you wanted to do was lie there, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek as he held you close. it was almost as if the world had stopped. just the two of you, tangled in the sheets, in each otherâs arms. his hand ran over your back, a soft, soothing motion that made you want to curl further into him, to let yourself fall into the safe space heâd created.
after a few quiet minutes, you felt the bed shift as mingyu reluctantly untangled himself. you made a small sound of protest, but he just chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. âhang on,â he murmured. the mattress dipped again when he returned, and thenâ
a wet, warm cloth brushed over your skin.
your breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping before you could stop it. the gentle, careful way he wiped you down made your whole body ache in a different way, a deep, fluttery warmth blooming in your chest.
âjust cleaning you up,â he said quietly, his voice so tender it made your stomach flip. âcanât have my girl falling asleep like this.â
and you wouldâve made some flirty comment if you werenât so bone-tired. though, in your haze, your eyes flickered down and caught the cloth in his handâwait. was that⊠jeonghanâs shirt? you squinted, brain foggy, but you could recognize that obnoxious band tee anywhere. a breathy, disbelieving laugh slipped from your lips.
âis thatâ?â
mingyu grinned, clearly unbothered, continuing to wipe you down with maddening gentleness. âitâll go missing after tonight, hope he wonât miss it.â he lets out an airy chuckle.
you wanted to laugh with him but the tenderness with every touch and wipe over your skin made your throat feel tight, your eyes blinking back slumber, overwhelmed in the best, most ridiculous way.
when he finished, he tossed the poor shirt aside and pulled you back into his arms like heâd never let go. âdonât wanna move,â he mumbled against your hair, pressing another kiss to your forehead. his arm tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. âsleep. weâve gotta be up for the gym later.â
you almost giggled, but let out a dreamy sigh insteadâyou were too tired, too content with the way he was holding you. the night had been a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, but here, in his arms, everything felt right. you nodded, not trusting your voice, but somehow, that was enough for him.
the room was silent now, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and your steady breaths. he shifted just slightly, ensuring you were tucked securely against him, and before long, you felt the weight of sleep tugging at your eyelids.
you drifted off, wrapped in his warmth, still feeling the echoes of everything that had happened. for once, you didnât feel like that burned out student who can barely lift anything at the gym anymore. not when you had someone like mingyu holding you this tightly. you could lift the whole world with this euphoric feeling.
the next morning came too fast.
mingyu kissed you before he left, still smelling like your bodywash and the lingering trace of sweat and skin. you were half-asleep, face buried in your pillow as you felt the press of his lips against your temple, his voice a low murmur. âiâll see you at the gym, cutie.â
then the door clicked shut, and you groaned into your sheets.
by the time you dragged yourself to the gym, your legs were jelly, your thighs aching in ways you hadnât expected. you caught mingyu leaning against the front desk, grinning like he hadnât just rearranged your guts a few hours ago.
âleg day?â he asked innocently, one brow arched.
you scowled. âi am so not doing leg day.â
he laughedâthe kind of laugh that made you want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. âcâmon, iâll go easy on you.â
âyou said that last time, you liar.â
still, you let him lead you through the warm-up, pretending you werenât staring when his shirt lifted a little, exposing tan skin and the cut of his abs. your banter bounced back and forth, teasing, smug little grins exchanged between reps. you managed to trip over your own foot during lunges, and mingyu caught you by the waist like it was nothing, steadying you with those massive handsâthe same ones that held you close last night, skin to skin. before you had the chance to get over the thought, he had already tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
âcareful, lightweight,â he teased.
you rolled your eyes, heart pounding way too hard for a simple gym mishap.
it was gonna be a long morning.
after the gym session, you and mingyu were a mess of sweat and sore muscles, but there was still an undeniable energy buzzing between you. you didnât want to go home yet, not when he was looking at you like thatâeyes soft, smile easy, and that unmistakable pull between the two of you that hadnât quite worn off yet.
âsmoothie?â mingyu asked, his voice almost too casual, but you could tell he was trying to keep his cool.
you blinked, still trying to catch your breath after a killer session. âuh, sure, iâm down for a smoothie.â
the smoothie place was just a block away, and soon enough you were sitting at a little outdoor table with your huge cups, the kind of smoothies that were so large you could probably share with a small army. but instead, mingyu leaned toward you, grabbing one of the oversized straws and slipping it into his mouth.
âiâm serious about the flavor,â he said with a grin, âthis is the one. trust me. the secret add-onâs spinach, by the way.â
you rolled your eyes and gave him a playful look, but didnât argue. you took a sip from the same straw, the cold tang of mango, strawberry, and pineapple flooding your senses, no weird spinach flavor in sight. it tasted like summer. and something else, tooâsomething sweet and comfortable that made you want to stay here in this moment forever.
mingyu was looking at you again, that soft, almost shy smile on his face, and for once, you didnât feel like you wanted to leave, even if conversations stretched for hours. you didnât feel like the try-hard academic you push yourself to be.
no, with mingyu, you were just youâthe girl he had kissed and laughed with and shared a smoothie with. there were no pretenses between you two anymore, no more awkward glances or confusing feelings. it was simple. it was easy. and that made everything feel right.
âitâs good, right?â mingyu asked, taking another sip.
you smiled at him, your lips still tingling from the kiss the night before. âyeah. you were right.â
he leaned back, looking like he was about to say something, but instead, he just chuckled softly. âthis smoothie tastes like something my future partner would like.â
you raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at your lips. âbold of you to assume theyâd date a guy who puts spinach in his smoothies.â
mingyu laughed, eyes crinkling. âwhat, you donât think so?â
you leaned back, crossing your arms with a smirk. âguess thatâs something my future boyfriend will find out.â
and with that, everything seemed to click. it wasnât just the gym, or the smoothies, or the fact that you were already falling asleep on him every night. it was thisâbeing with him, sharing these little moments that felt so much bigger than anything you couldâve imagined.
mingyu looked at you then, his expression soft and sincere, and you realized that thisâwhatever this wasâwas real. you werenât just friends anymore. you werenât just gym buddies. you were something more, and that was enough for you.
as you sat there, sipping your smoothie and enjoying the warm morning sun, you couldnât help but smile. things with mingyu were simple, but they felt so right. and right now, that was all you needed.
a/n: phew this has been such fun to write <33 and i hope it gets as much love as its preview !! tysm to carats and other multistans ^^~ if u liked reading this, drop me a follow, lets be moots !! and feel free to send in prompts of ur favorite idols to my inbox ~ i prioritize requests and they r always open !! have a nice day every1 !!!!!!!!!!

















