#yao mingming fluff

“Did you enjoy the show,” you tease, face red from all the drinks you’ve had.

“Sure. Didn’t take you as someone to do that though,” Mingming reaches for his beer, taking a sip, trying to hide his blush.

You giggle, shrugging a bit before downing the rest of your own beer and opening another can, “Maybe it’s the alcohol.”

“Hmm, you’ve never been like this when you were drunk before either,” your best friend eyes you as you chug down more beer.

You simply cock an eyebrow at him, a sly smirk making its way onto your face. Your drunk, cheeky expression throws Mingming off a little. He finds it cute though and his stomach does a little flip. Just as he’s about to ask why you were making that face, a heavy weight falls into his lap and Mingming lets out a small yelp.

“Y/n~ Mingming~” Zhenning giggles, resting on Mingming’s lap, “Whatchu talkin’ about?”

“Mingming thinks I’m acting weird,” you pout, but there’s a glint of mischief in your eyes.

“That’s not nice,” Zhenning hiccups.

“I did not say that,” Mingming huffs, chugging down the rest of his beer.

“Did too,” you stick your tongue out, catching Wenhan’s eyes.

There’s a knowing grin on Wenhan’s face and the two of you exchange winks. You laugh and Wenhan gets up from his seat, chugging down the rest of his beer as Guan Yue hands to microphone off to him. Mingming and Zhenning both look backward to watch Wenhan. Guan Yue falls back into his seat and tries to grab at you.

“Okay, imma go sing,” Zhenning announces, taking the beer from your hand and drinking it before handing it back to you and grabbing a microphone.

You roll your eyes, “And I’m gonna get hella wasted.”

Guan Yue finally gets ahold of you and you fall backward, right into Guan Yue’s lap. He drunkenly squishes your face and you groan, a little dizzy from falling back so quickly. Your hand reaches for another beer can as the older male continues to pinch your cheeks.

“Am I really the only one who’s not drunk out of their minds right now?” Mingming sighs as he watches you and Guan Yue slam your beer cans into each other and cheer.

“You’re our designated driver I guess,” you giggle, taking a big gulp of your beer.

“Don’t drink too much, I don’t wanna die~” Guan Yue cries, desperately cuddling you. Guan Yue has always been a cuddler and he’s even more cuddly when drunk.

Mingming aggressively rolls his eyes and you laugh. Mingming feels his heart flutter at the sound of your drunken laughter. It sounded free and relaxed and it made him smile.

“If not, we could just Uber home,” you shrug, cuddling into Guan Yue’s side.

“No, we’ll get kidnapped! Haven’t you heard about that one lady who-” Guan Yue squeezes you a little too tightly and you smack his arm, cutting him off.

“Shut up, you’re making me worried,” you pout, struggling against Guan Yue’s hold.

“I’ll drive you guys home,” Mingming sighs, shaking his head, chuckling.

Both you and Guan Yue cheer and all of you spend the rest of the night singing way off key and tripping over each other. By the time you left, you couldn’t even see the floor anymore because of how many beer cans were on the floor.

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You groan, your head pounding. A bright light shines on your face and you wince. Despite your eyes being closed, you can still see the light. You roll over, hiding under your blanket. You curl up into yourself, clutching your screaming head. Not being to stand the pain anymore, you let out a blood-curdling screech, which you immediately regret since it made your head hurt more and your already dry throat, even more dry. You wince, blinking away a few stray tears.

Panicked footsteps quickly approached you and you peek over your blanket. Mingming’s head pops into view. His eyes are filled with worry and he shuffles over to your bed, crouching down. He helps you sit up.

“Are you okay?” he asks, gently petting your hair.

“My head hurts,” you croak out.

“And I thought you were dying,” Mingming’s hand drops from your head, “I’ll get you some water and pain killers.”

A minute later, Mingming is back and he hands you the pills and the glass of water. You toss the pain killers into your mouth and gulp down the water. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the cool water rehydrate your throat. Mingming takes the glass from you and leaves the room. You decide to get out of bed and shuffle slowly into your shared bathroom.

After getting ready, you make yourself a bowl of cereal before plopping onto the couch, next to Mingming who is casually scrolling through his phone. The two of you relaxed in the comfortable silence, only the soft crunch of your cereal can be heard.

“Hey,” you break the silence, “What even happened last night?”

“You seriously don’t remember?” Mingming looks up from his phone, shocked.

“Uh...I remember being hella wasted?” your statement sounded more like a question.

“Well that’s for sure,” Mingming snorts, putting his phone down.

“How’d everyone get home? I vaguely remember Guan Yue complaining about being kidnapped or something,” you hum, taking another bite of your cereal.

“Okay, so basically, as soon as we got there, all of you got drunk. Literally, no one was able to walk anywhere without tripping on a beer can by the end of the night,” Mingming explains and you cringe.

“Really? I feel bad for the people who had to clean that,” you pout.

“Yeah. Anyway, you ready to hear all the dumb things you did?” Mingming laughs.

“Shoot,” you shrug, setting your empty bowl down.

“Let’s start at the beginning. After about chugging like five cans of beer, you and Zhenning started parading around the room, doing the Can Can. Then, when Guan Yue started his first song, you chugged down about three more cans of beer and started to do summersaults for some reason. I was very confused. Guan Yue apparently thought that was a good idea though because he handed the microphone to me halfway through the song and joined you,” Mingming laughs at the memory.

“What the hell?” you ask, genuinely horrified at your own drunken actions.

“I don’t even know,” Mingming shrugs, “Anyways, after I finished off Guan Yue’s song, you decided to do a duet with Wenhan. Luckily he wasn’t that drunk yet, so he had to hold up your tipsy ass as the two of you sang the worst version of ‘All Star’ that I have ever heard.”

You looked down in shame, “Oh my gosh...why didn’t anyone stop us from picking that song?”

“Hey, the two of you insisted,” Mingming pats your shoulder comfortingly as he continues to explain what happened last night.

Slowly, last night’s memories begin flooding back into your mind and you nod along as Mingming finishes. You take a second to take it all in. You went back through each event and you realized that Mingming had missed one thing.

“Hey, didn’t I like give you a lap dance or something?” you ponder.

Mingming’s face gets noticeably redder, “U-uh...oh yeah...you did.”

You smirk at the sight of Mingming so flustered in front of you, “So, did you enjoy it?”

He is visibly struggling now, “You a-asked me that last n-night too…”

“Hey, you didn’t answer my question~” you whine.

Mingming looks away, he couldn’t meet your eye. He nodded ever so slightly, hoping you wouldn’t notice, but you did. You clapped happily, tossing your head back in laughter.

“Look forward to more of that then,” you wink at him before picking up your empty bowl and walked away into the kitchen.

Mingming simply sat there, steam practically coming out of his ears, his face beet red. Your words stick in his head and he can’t seem to calm his pounding heart.

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Finally, it was the weekend again and you and your group of friends decided to meet up for lunch this time, in hopes of avoiding another miserable hangover the next day. You and Mingming walk side-by-side, carefully maneuvering your way towards the restaurant. Mingming takes a couple of big strides to get ahead of you and he opens the door. You smile at him, nodding your head in thanks.

You spot Guan Yue and Wenhan already sitting at a table. They waved at you and you and Mingming make your way to the table, sitting down next to each other. It’s a round table so Zhenning would be sitting on the other side of you. You silently thanked Mingming for sitting next to Guan Yue so that in case he somehow got drunk again (you noticed a wine bottle sitting silently on the table), you wouldn’t be a victim of his aggressive loving again.

“So, Zhenning is the last one here even though he recommended this place, huh,” Wenhan pouts, looking through the menu.

“Yeah, I don’t know what to order. I’ve never been here before,” Guan Yue sighs.

“Well, it seems that you’ve already ordered a bottle of wine though,” you chuckle.

“Hey, you know I appreciate fine grape juice,” Guan Yue rebuttals, the whole table laughing at his weak defense.

At last, Zhenning comes rushing in, twenty minutes late. He nearly crashes into one of the waiters, squeaking out an apology. Luckily, he makes it safely to the table. He slides into the seat next to yours.

“Why are you so late?” Mingming asks.

“Sorry, I got caught up at the mall earlier. I saw this shop that sold a bunch of cute stuffies and I couldn’t help myself. They have the cutest koalas there! Oh, speaking of which,” Zhenning pauses, leaning down to take something out of his bag.

“Here, I got this for you, y/n,” Zhenning beams at you, holding out an adorable stuffed koala toy, “I know you like collecting stuffed animals.”

“Aww, thank you,” you happily accept the gift, giving Zhenning a side hug since the two of you are sitting.

“Why does y/n get a gift and we don’t?” Wenhan complains.

“Y/n is my favorite, that’s why,” Zhenning teases, holding you closer and you laugh.

“Yeah, we’re each other’s favorites,” you giggle.

As you said that, you can practically feel Mingming’s mood turn sour next to you. You make sure to take a peek at him and smirk to yourself when you see a displeased frown on his handsome face. You decided to be a little riskier and pecked Zhenning’s cheek.

“Ew,” Guan Yue fake gags and you and Zhenning pull away from each other, laughing.

You hear Mingming’s quiet huff as you begin looking through your menu. You peek over at him and he catches you. He quickly hides his face behind the menu and you chuckle quietly to yourself.

The food arrives and all of you finish it quickly and luckily no one gets drunk, but the bottle of wine is now empty. You pay your stomach and the bunch of you split the bill. After walking around a bit around the area, all of you said your goodbyes and split ways.

You and Mingming walk silently back to your shared apartment. You try to strike a conversation with him, but Mingming continued to stay silent. A cold aura radiated from him, making you shiver. It concerns you since he’s usually so warm and happy around you. You wonder if you went too with kissing Zhenning’s cheek earlier.

Clutching your new stuffed koala, you ask, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” Mingming finally speaks.

“Oh, come on...you can tell me anything, ya know?” you pulled his arm gently and the two of you stop walking.

Mingming refuses to look at you at first, his head down. Finally, he looks at you and you can’t quite read his expression or tell what he’s thinking.

He opens his mouth, about to say something, but then he closes it again, shaking his head. He offers a shy, unconvincing smile.

“I’m fine, really,” he turns back around.

You pull on his arm again to make him turn back around, “No, seriously.”

Mingming sighs. You can almost see him debating with himself inside his head and you pull him into a hug. You feel your best friend stiffening under the sudden affection and you pat his back comfortingly. You just prayed that you hadn’t gone too far with anything. Eventually, Mingming hugs back.

The two of you pull away and Mingming looks into your eyes, reaching for your hand. You let him grab your hand and your fingers intertwine.

“Look, I like you, okay? And before you say anything, let me finish,” Mingming’s cheeks are now bright red.

You nod, allowing him to continue, but now you’re sure your cheeks are even redder than his.

“I’ve liked you since we got into college and it’s been five years and I haven’t been able to confess to you until now. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It’s as if you already knew and was teasing me. I hated how fast you made my heart beat when you serenaded me during karaoke night. I hated how nervous you made me when you asked if I liked it. It seemed to me as if you already knew! I especially hated you jealous I got when you fav Zhenning that kiss on the cheek. I hate how much I like you!” Mingming cries out.

You can’t help but let it a small giggle. Mingming looks at you shocked.

“I knew...that’s why,” you explain, “The other guys told me a few weeks back and I just wanted to see if it was true. I like you too, Mingming...that’s why I did it. I thought it was too good to be true that you liked me back.”

“Oh,” Mingming dumbly spits out, his hand still holding yours.

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like an eternity and thankfully no one was around. Your eyes drift from his warm eyes down to his soft lips. Instinctively, you close your eyes and leaned in without thinking.

You hear Mingming’s sharp gasp and you pull him closer to you. After the initial shock, Mingming kisses you back, clutching your waist and pulling even closer.

Both of you pull away and you look up at him lovingly. He smiles and that causes you to smile as well.

“Well, let’s get home, yeah?” Mingming removes his hands from your waist and slides his hand into yours. You nod.

The two of you walk back home hand-in-hand.