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I'm so conflicted about this... I feel like everyone will hate it once I post it, so I'm asking you guys first.
Sneak peek? Spoiler? (Mingi fanfic)
This is the longest story I've ever been thinking about, and honestly, my mind is so messy right now (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻. I seriously need help deciding. Ugh, I can't even decide what's best for me.
Sorry :(((
Help
Yes... post the spoiler first. We'll help you decide.
if I cut you off, it just means I care ; Y/n first attempt at experiencing college life leads her to a noisy club where she meets Mingi — a strikingly handsome 26-year-old with a soft smile and gentle demeanor that instantly draws her in.
Warning : Mingi!friend? x fem!reader ( barely legal ) , MDNI 18+? , college, Mature, Slow Burn, uncertain ending, Age Gap Relationship ( 8 years ) , fluff, Found Family, Unconditional Love, Personal Growth, heavy Angst, attachment issues, borderline illegal .
unsvripted ; And I swear, I'm ready to hear your opinions. That's why I'm asking you guys to let me know if I should continue this or not. I don't know, man... (+_+) Just let me know if this interests you or nah. 'Cause I don't want to be labeled as problematic 😭 I know it shouldn't really concern me because you guys don't know me personally, but still...
You were a fresh first-year college student, an English major, and this was your first time truly being on your own. At eighteen, the idea of freedom felt both exciting and terrifying.
It was a Friday night, just past 7 PM, and the club was already pulsing with life. Clubbing had never been your thing, but your new friends had dragged you along, insisting that this was part of the college experience. So here you were — sitting at a circular table with a mix of fellow first-years and a few seniors, nursing a drink whose name you had already forgotten. You’d only taken a few sips. The bitter taste made your nose wrinkle with every swallow.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed wildly, and one by one, your friends disappeared into the crowd — laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos. Soon, you were left alone at the table, feeling small and out of place.
You wanted to join them. You really did. But dancing with strangers, surrounded by the thick smell of smoke, weed, cheap perfume, and sweat, felt overwhelming. This wasn’t what you had imagined when you thought about experiencing college life. It wasn’t fun at all.
That’s when your eyes landed on him.
He was sitting alone at the bar, quietly sipping his drink. Even from a distance, he stood out. His side profile was striking — soft yet strikingly handsome, almost ethereal under the shifting club lights. He looked young, with a gentle, boyish charm that made your heart skip. He didn’t seem like the typical club guy. He looked… friendly. Approachable.
Maybe he’s my age, you thought.
Before you could overthink it, you stood up, still clutching your barely-touched drink, and walked over. You had never made the first move like this before, but tonight felt different. Your friends had abandoned you, and something about him made you want to take the risk. Worst case? You’d never see him again.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
“Hi…” you said awkwardly.
He didn’t react at first, then turned his head, as if making sure you were actually talking to him.
“Um… hi,” he replied, his voice calm and slightly deep.
“I’m Y/N,” you said, trying to sound casual. “What’s your name?”
“Mingi.”
You nodded, smiling shyly. “Are you here alone?”
“Yeah, I am. How about you?” he asked, glancing at you.
“I came with my friends, but they all went dancing and left me behind,” you admitted with a small laugh.
He nodded understandingly. You continued, “You look really young… that’s why I got the courage to approach you, honestly.” You smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Mingi raised an eyebrow, amused. “You don’t have company? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
You shook your head, smiling. “Nah. Never been in a relationship before.”
He looked visibly surprised. His eyes drifted over your white sundress — cute and
completely out of place in a club full of short skirts and tight outfits.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
You furrowed your brows offended. “Well, excuse me. You’re wearing a checkered shirt over a white t-shirt with baggy pants. You don’t exactly look like you belong in a club either.”
He let out a soft chuckle. The mood lightened.
“So… how old are you?” you asked, genuinely curious. “I thought we might be the same age. Are you in college too? You look like a student.”
Mingi smiled, a gentle but knowing smile.
“I’m 26.”
Your eyes widened in genuine shock.
“Twenty-six?!”
You had assumed 20 or 21 at most. He didn’t look a day over 22. The age gap hit you harder than expected, but you tried to play it cool.
“Wow… you look really young,” you said, almost laughing at how wrong you’d been.
Mingi tilted his head slightly, studying you with newfound interest.
“And you?” he asked.
“I’m 18,” you answered.
For a moment, his expression went blank. The easy smile faded as the reality of your age settled between you.
His blank expression made your stomach twist — maybe you shouldn’t have said your real age. But you didn’t want the conversation to die, so you pushed through the discomfort.
“You look really young for your age though… like seriously, you don’t look 26 at all,” you said, offering a shy smile.
Mingi’s expression softened. He let out a small chuckle and leaned back slightly, suddenly shifting into a gentle, almost older-brother vibe.
“Thanks,” he replied casually, the corner of his lips turning up. “I get that a lot. Good genes, I guess.”
You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem annoyed or weirded out anymore. Emboldened, you continued.
“So… you’re working then, yeah? What’s your job?”
Mingi paused.
It was a short pause, barely noticeable, but his fingers tightened slightly around his glass. His real life flashed through his mind — the late-night shoots, the collabs with both guys and girls, the thousands of followers who knew him under a different name on X. He had been in the industry since he was 23. He was actually quite famous now. But telling an innocent-looking 18-year-old girl in a white sundress that he was a porn star? Yeah, that wasn’t happening tonight.
“I work at a call center,” he said smoothly, flashing that same soft, disarming smile.
You bought it immediately. With his baby face, gentle eyes, and quiet charm, he looked like the last person who would do anything wild for a living.
“Oh really?” you said, tilting your head. “That must be tiring. You do call center work at night?”
Mingi nodded, playing along easily.
“Yeah, night shifts mostly. It’s not too bad. Pays the bills and gives me time during the day. What about you? First year, right?"
You lit up a little at the question, happy he was keeping the conversation going.
“Yeah… just started this semester. It’s been overwhelming but exciting. This is actually my first time clubbing,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Clearly not my scene.”
Mingi glanced around the loud club, then back at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a second longer than before.
“You seem too sweet for this place,” he said, almost to himself.
Your cheeks warmed at his words. Gathering a bit more courage, you continued the conversation.
“I actually don’t live here in Seoul,” you said. “I’m from Busan. Do you live here? I mean… around this city?”
You tried to sound casual, but deep down you really hoped he lived nearby. Even though he was 26 and you had just met, something about him made you want to see him again — maybe as friends, or at least talk to him one more time. He felt different from the chaotic energy around you.
Mingi opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer, two girls suddenly appeared beside your table.
“Y/N! There you are!” Sophia called out, slightly out of breath from dancing. Yunjin was right behind her, already grabbing your arm.
“Come on, it’s time to go home. We promised we wouldn’t stay too late for your first night out,” Yunjin said, tugging you gently but firmly.
You panicked a little. The conversation was just starting to feel comfortable, and now it was being cut short so abruptly. You didn’t even know how to say goodbye properly.
“Uh…” You turned back to Mingi, feeling awkward. “It was really nice talking to you, Mingi.”
You gave him a shy, genuine smile, hoping he could see you meant it.
Sophia and Yunjin were already nagging behind you. “Hurry up, Y/N! The taxi’s waiting outside!”
Mingi simply nodded, his expression calm but with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Take care, Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle. “Get home safe.”
You gave him one last glance before letting your friends pull you away. As you walked out of the club with them, the cool night air hit your face. The loud music faded behind you, but your mind stayed stuck on him — his soft voice, his surprisingly young-looking face, and the way he smiled.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever see Mingi again.
It had been exactly one week since that night at the club.
The past seven days had been a whirlwind for you. As a first-year English major, you were drowning in orientation activities, syllabus readings, group projects, and adjusting to life away from Busan. Everything felt new and overwhelming, but you were slowly settling. Still, in the quiet moments — especially at night — your mind would drift back to Mingi. His soft smile. His calm voice. The way he looked at you.
On the other hand, Mingi had barely thought about you at all.
His week had been the usual, back-to-back shoots and collabs. Fucking one day, recovering the next, then doing it all over again. Cash came in steadily, and that was what mattered. He had completely forgotten about the shy 18-year-old in the white sundress. Even if he did remember, he had no interest in seeing you again. The age gap felt wrong — borderline illegal in his mind. Once you told him you were 18, you became nothing more than a kid to him.
Right now, Mingi was sitting on a quiet park bench, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His long legs were stretched out as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for a reply from his next collab partner — @topswimmer_2025, a straight guy who was open to anything depending on the offer. No message yet. He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench, enjoying the fresh air while he waited.
You had just finished filming a short exercise performance video for one of your classes near the park fountain. Slightly sweaty but in a good mood, you wore grey sweatpants and a black oversized graphic t-shirt, your hair tied up messily. As you walked back toward your apartment, something — someone — caught your eye.
There he was.
Sitting alone on the bench, looking effortlessly handsome even in casual clothes. Your heart jumped.
Without thinking twice, you changed direction and walked straight toward him, a bright smile spreading across your face.
“Ya… Mingi!” you called out cheerfully.
Mingi looked up from his phone, startled. The moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
You stopped in front of him, still smiling. “It’s really you! I can’t believe I ran into you again.”
He stared at you for a second, clearly caught off guard. The innocent, excited look on your face only reminded him how young you were.
“…Y/N,” he said slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Hey.”
There was a noticeable pause. He didn’t seem nearly as warm as he did that night at the club.
You didn’t notice the slight tension in his voice. You were too happy about this unexpected second meeting. Even though he looked a little surprised, you kept smiling and stepped closer.
“Are you… meeting someone?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head.
Mingi glanced down at his phone for a split second before looking back at you. He was still waiting for that collab reply, but he obviously couldn’t tell you that.
“Yeah… kind of,” he answered vaguely.
You nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding, “I was just about to go home after filming my class project… but I’m really glad I saw you again.”
Your voice was soft and sincere. You couldn’t hide the little spark of excitement in your eyes. Even after a whole week, he still looked just as handsome as you remembered — maybe even more so in the daylight, with his black hoodie and relaxed posture.
Mingi stayed quiet for a moment, studying your face. Your oversized graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants made you look even younger than he remembered.
He let out a quiet breath and gave you a gentle but distant smile.
“That’s nice,” he replied, keeping his tone light but clearly guarded. “Small world, I guess.”
He didn’t ask how you’d been. He didn’t offer to catch up. The warmth from your first conversation at the club was noticeably missing now.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit awkward but still hopeful. Even though Mingi seemed a little distant, you didn’t want to let the moment slip away.
“Did you get stood up?” you asked teasingly, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Mingi blinked, caught off guard by your bold question. A small, amused huff escaped him, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Something like that,” he muttered, glancing at his phone again.
You took a small breath and continued, trying to sound casual even though your heart was beating faster.
“Um… are you free?”
The question hung in the air between you. For a few seconds, Mingi didn’t answer. He looked at you — really looked, bright and hopeful eyes. You looked every bit the innocent first-year college student you were.
He felt a flicker of discomfort. This was exactly why he had decided not to think about you again. You were too young. Too pure. And he was… well, he was him. .
Mingi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Y/N…” he started, his voice was gentle, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“You seem like a really sweet girl, but I’m 26. You’re 18. I’m not looking for anything right now, especially not with someone your age.”
His tone was kind, but the rejection was clear.
Even so, you stood there, still looking at him with those wide, hopeful eyes.
Of course he’d say that, you thought. In your silly little mind, you already knew it was coming. Still, you really didn’t want to walk away just yet. Something about him made you want to stay a little longer, even if it was just for a few more minutes.
You bit your lip nervously, then spoke before you could overthink it.
“Just eat…” you said softly, almost mumbling. “I mean… just eat with me? There’s a small café nearby. Nothing serious. We can just talk for a bit… as friends?”
Your voice came out more hopeful than you intended. You fiddled with the hem of your oversized graphic t-shirt, cheeks warming with embarrassment. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. This felt like the only chance you might get to see him again.
Mingi looked at you for a long moment. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the way you were trying so hard to act casual while clearly nervous. Part of him wanted to stand up and leave right then — it would be the responsible thing to do. But another part of him felt a tiny bit guilty turning you down so coldly when you looked this hopeful.
He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N…” he started, clearly conflicted. “I really shouldn’t…”
You smiled shyly, refusing to give up just yet.
“Come on… who even says no to food, right?” you added, your voice light and playful, though your fingers were still nervously twisting the hem of your oversized t-shirt.
Mingi stared at you, caught between amusement and disbelief. Your persistence was strangely endearing, even if it made him uncomfortable. He let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his hair again.
“You’re really not making this easy,” he muttered, half to himself.
He glanced down at his phone one last time. Still no reply from @topswimmer_2025. The collab was probably not happening anytime soon.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally stood up from the bench, towering over you in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants.
“Fine,” he said, though his tone was still hesitant. “Just food. Nothing more. And we keep it short, okay?”
Your face lit up instantly. A bright, genuine smile spread across your lips as you nodded quickly.
“Okay! There’s a nice café just around the corner. They have really good pasta and sandwiches.”
Mingi nodded quietly and started walking beside you. He kept a small but noticeable distance between the two of you, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Even though he agreed, his guard was still up.
In his mind, this was a bad idea. You were too young. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh and walk away.
As the two of you walked toward the café, You stole glances at him every few steps, happy just to be in his company again.
Mingi had barely taken a few steps when you suddenly walked ahead of him, turning around to face him while walking backwards. A bright, playful smile lit up your face as you tried to keep the mood light.
“So… what’s your interest, Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. “Like, what do you like doing in your free time?”
You almost tripped over a small crack on the sidewalk but caught yourself with a small laugh, still looking at him expectantly. The late afternoon sunlight made your eyes sparkle with genuine interest. Even though he had set clear boundaries, you couldn’t help wanting to know more about him.
Mingi watched you with a mix of amusement and mild concern. Walking backwards while talking to someone wasn’t exactly the safest thing, especially when you looked this carefree.
“Careful,” he said, reaching out slightly as if ready to steady you. “You’re going to fall.”
He tucked his hands back into his hoodie pockets and thought for a moment before answering. He couldn’t exactly tell you the truth — that his free time often involved filming explicit content or recovering from long shoots.
“I like… quiet things,” he replied carefully. “Listening to music, playing video games, going to the gym. Nothing too crazy.”
He kept his answer simple and safe, glancing at you as you continued walking backwards in front of him. Your oversized t-shirt swayed with each step, and your youthful energy was impossible to ignore.
“What about you?” he asked, gently turning the question back to you. “First year in Seoul, what do you enjoy doing?”
Even though he was keeping the conversation going, his tone stayed neutral — friendly, but with clear emotional distance. In his head, he kept reminding himself, Just a kid. Don’t get too comfortable.
You smiled wider, happy that he was actually engaging.
I'm gonna need two glasses of hardcore gin—enough to knock me out because this is definitely not a lovely love story, and I'll probably spend the entire time crying.
if I cut you off, it just means I care ; Y/n first attempt at experiencing college life leads her to a noisy club where she meets Mingi — a strikingly handsome 26-year-old with a soft smile and gentle demeanor that instantly draws her in.
Warning : Mingi!friend? x fem!reader ( barely legal ) , MDNI 18+? , college, Mature, Slow Burn, uncertain ending, Age Gap Relationship ( 8 years ) , fluff, Found Family, Unconditional Love, Personal Growth, heavy Angst, attachment issues, borderline illegal .
unsvripted ; And I swear, I'm ready to hear your opinions. That's why I'm asking you guys to let me know if I should continue this or not. I don't know, man... (+_+) Just let me know if this interests you or nah. 'Cause I don't want to be labeled as problematic 😭 I know it shouldn't really concern me because you guys don't know me personally, but still...
You were a fresh first-year college student, an English major, and this was your first time truly being on your own. At eighteen, the idea of freedom felt both exciting and terrifying.
It was a Friday night, just past 7 PM, and the club was already pulsing with life. Clubbing had never been your thing, but your new friends had dragged you along, insisting that this was part of the college experience. So here you were — sitting at a circular table with a mix of fellow first-years and a few seniors, nursing a drink whose name you had already forgotten. You’d only taken a few sips. The bitter taste made your nose wrinkle with every swallow.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed wildly, and one by one, your friends disappeared into the crowd — laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos. Soon, you were left alone at the table, feeling small and out of place.
You wanted to join them. You really did. But dancing with strangers, surrounded by the thick smell of smoke, weed, cheap perfume, and sweat, felt overwhelming. This wasn’t what you had imagined when you thought about experiencing college life. It wasn’t fun at all.
That’s when your eyes landed on him.
He was sitting alone at the bar, quietly sipping his drink. Even from a distance, he stood out. His side profile was striking — soft yet strikingly handsome, almost ethereal under the shifting club lights. He looked young, with a gentle, boyish charm that made your heart skip. He didn’t seem like the typical club guy. He looked… friendly. Approachable.
Maybe he’s my age, you thought.
Before you could overthink it, you stood up, still clutching your barely-touched drink, and walked over. You had never made the first move like this before, but tonight felt different. Your friends had abandoned you, and something about him made you want to take the risk. Worst case? You’d never see him again.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
“Hi…” you said awkwardly.
He didn’t react at first, then turned his head, as if making sure you were actually talking to him.
“Um… hi,” he replied, his voice calm and slightly deep.
“I’m Y/N,” you said, trying to sound casual. “What’s your name?”
“Mingi.”
You nodded, smiling shyly. “Are you here alone?”
“Yeah, I am. How about you?” he asked, glancing at you.
“I came with my friends, but they all went dancing and left me behind,” you admitted with a small laugh.
He nodded understandingly. You continued, “You look really young… that’s why I got the courage to approach you, honestly.” You smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Mingi raised an eyebrow, amused. “You don’t have company? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
You shook your head, smiling. “Nah. Never been in a relationship before.”
He looked visibly surprised. His eyes drifted over your white sundress — cute and
completely out of place in a club full of short skirts and tight outfits.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
You furrowed your brows offended. “Well, excuse me. You’re wearing a checkered shirt over a white t-shirt with baggy pants. You don’t exactly look like you belong in a club either.”
He let out a soft chuckle. The mood lightened.
“So… how old are you?” you asked, genuinely curious. “I thought we might be the same age. Are you in college too? You look like a student.”
Mingi smiled, a gentle but knowing smile.
“I’m 26.”
Your eyes widened in genuine shock.
“Twenty-six?!”
You had assumed 20 or 21 at most. He didn’t look a day over 22. The age gap hit you harder than expected, but you tried to play it cool.
“Wow… you look really young,” you said, almost laughing at how wrong you’d been.
Mingi tilted his head slightly, studying you with newfound interest.
“And you?” he asked.
“I’m 18,” you answered.
For a moment, his expression went blank. The easy smile faded as the reality of your age settled between you.
His blank expression made your stomach twist — maybe you shouldn’t have said your real age. But you didn’t want the conversation to die, so you pushed through the discomfort.
“You look really young for your age though… like seriously, you don’t look 26 at all,” you said, offering a shy smile.
Mingi’s expression softened. He let out a small chuckle and leaned back slightly, suddenly shifting into a gentle, almost older-brother vibe.
“Thanks,” he replied casually, the corner of his lips turning up. “I get that a lot. Good genes, I guess.”
You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem annoyed or weirded out anymore. Emboldened, you continued.
“So… you’re working then, yeah? What’s your job?”
Mingi paused.
It was a short pause, barely noticeable, but his fingers tightened slightly around his glass. His real life flashed through his mind — the late-night shoots, the collabs with both guys and girls, the thousands of followers who knew him under a different name on X. He had been in the industry since he was 23. He was actually quite famous now. But telling an innocent-looking 18-year-old girl in a white sundress that he was a porn star? Yeah, that wasn’t happening tonight.
“I work at a call center,” he said smoothly, flashing that same soft, disarming smile.
You bought it immediately. With his baby face, gentle eyes, and quiet charm, he looked like the last person who would do anything wild for a living.
“Oh really?” you said, tilting your head. “That must be tiring. You do call center work at night?”
Mingi nodded, playing along easily.
“Yeah, night shifts mostly. It’s not too bad. Pays the bills and gives me time during the day. What about you? First year, right?"
You lit up a little at the question, happy he was keeping the conversation going.
“Yeah… just started this semester. It’s been overwhelming but exciting. This is actually my first time clubbing,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Clearly not my scene.”
Mingi glanced around the loud club, then back at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a second longer than before.
“You seem too sweet for this place,” he said, almost to himself.
Your cheeks warmed at his words. Gathering a bit more courage, you continued the conversation.
“I actually don’t live here in Seoul,” you said. “I’m from Busan. Do you live here? I mean… around this city?”
You tried to sound casual, but deep down you really hoped he lived nearby. Even though he was 26 and you had just met, something about him made you want to see him again — maybe as friends, or at least talk to him one more time. He felt different from the chaotic energy around you.
Mingi opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer, two girls suddenly appeared beside your table.
“Y/N! There you are!” Sophia called out, slightly out of breath from dancing. Yunjin was right behind her, already grabbing your arm.
“Come on, it’s time to go home. We promised we wouldn’t stay too late for your first night out,” Yunjin said, tugging you gently but firmly.
You panicked a little. The conversation was just starting to feel comfortable, and now it was being cut short so abruptly. You didn’t even know how to say goodbye properly.
“Uh…” You turned back to Mingi, feeling awkward. “It was really nice talking to you, Mingi.”
You gave him a shy, genuine smile, hoping he could see you meant it.
Sophia and Yunjin were already nagging behind you. “Hurry up, Y/N! The taxi’s waiting outside!”
Mingi simply nodded, his expression calm but with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Take care, Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle. “Get home safe.”
You gave him one last glance before letting your friends pull you away. As you walked out of the club with them, the cool night air hit your face. The loud music faded behind you, but your mind stayed stuck on him — his soft voice, his surprisingly young-looking face, and the way he smiled.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever see Mingi again.
It had been exactly one week since that night at the club.
The past seven days had been a whirlwind for you. As a first-year English major, you were drowning in orientation activities, syllabus readings, group projects, and adjusting to life away from Busan. Everything felt new and overwhelming, but you were slowly settling. Still, in the quiet moments — especially at night — your mind would drift back to Mingi. His soft smile. His calm voice. The way he looked at you.
On the other hand, Mingi had barely thought about you at all.
His week had been the usual, back-to-back shoots and collabs. Fucking one day, recovering the next, then doing it all over again. Cash came in steadily, and that was what mattered. He had completely forgotten about the shy 18-year-old in the white sundress. Even if he did remember, he had no interest in seeing you again. The age gap felt wrong — borderline illegal in his mind. Once you told him you were 18, you became nothing more than a kid to him.
Right now, Mingi was sitting on a quiet park bench, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His long legs were stretched out as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for a reply from his next collab partner — @topswimmer_2025, a straight guy who was open to anything depending on the offer. No message yet. He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench, enjoying the fresh air while he waited.
You had just finished filming a short exercise performance video for one of your classes near the park fountain. Slightly sweaty but in a good mood, you wore grey sweatpants and a black oversized graphic t-shirt, your hair tied up messily. As you walked back toward your apartment, something — someone — caught your eye.
There he was.
Sitting alone on the bench, looking effortlessly handsome even in casual clothes. Your heart jumped.
Without thinking twice, you changed direction and walked straight toward him, a bright smile spreading across your face.
“Ya… Mingi!” you called out cheerfully.
Mingi looked up from his phone, startled. The moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
You stopped in front of him, still smiling. “It’s really you! I can’t believe I ran into you again.”
He stared at you for a second, clearly caught off guard. The innocent, excited look on your face only reminded him how young you were.
“…Y/N,” he said slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Hey.”
There was a noticeable pause. He didn’t seem nearly as warm as he did that night at the club.
You didn’t notice the slight tension in his voice. You were too happy about this unexpected second meeting. Even though he looked a little surprised, you kept smiling and stepped closer.
“Are you… meeting someone?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head.
Mingi glanced down at his phone for a split second before looking back at you. He was still waiting for that collab reply, but he obviously couldn’t tell you that.
“Yeah… kind of,” he answered vaguely.
You nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding, “I was just about to go home after filming my class project… but I’m really glad I saw you again.”
Your voice was soft and sincere. You couldn’t hide the little spark of excitement in your eyes. Even after a whole week, he still looked just as handsome as you remembered — maybe even more so in the daylight, with his black hoodie and relaxed posture.
Mingi stayed quiet for a moment, studying your face. Your oversized graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants made you look even younger than he remembered.
He let out a quiet breath and gave you a gentle but distant smile.
“That’s nice,” he replied, keeping his tone light but clearly guarded. “Small world, I guess.”
He didn’t ask how you’d been. He didn’t offer to catch up. The warmth from your first conversation at the club was noticeably missing now.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit awkward but still hopeful. Even though Mingi seemed a little distant, you didn’t want to let the moment slip away.
“Did you get stood up?” you asked teasingly, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Mingi blinked, caught off guard by your bold question. A small, amused huff escaped him, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Something like that,” he muttered, glancing at his phone again.
You took a small breath and continued, trying to sound casual even though your heart was beating faster.
“Um… are you free?”
The question hung in the air between you. For a few seconds, Mingi didn’t answer. He looked at you — really looked, bright and hopeful eyes. You looked every bit the innocent first-year college student you were.
He felt a flicker of discomfort. This was exactly why he had decided not to think about you again. You were too young. Too pure. And he was… well, he was him. .
Mingi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Y/N…” he started, his voice was gentle, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“You seem like a really sweet girl, but I’m 26. You’re 18. I’m not looking for anything right now, especially not with someone your age.”
His tone was kind, but the rejection was clear.
Even so, you stood there, still looking at him with those wide, hopeful eyes.
Of course he’d say that, you thought. In your silly little mind, you already knew it was coming. Still, you really didn’t want to walk away just yet. Something about him made you want to stay a little longer, even if it was just for a few more minutes.
You bit your lip nervously, then spoke before you could overthink it.
“Just eat…” you said softly, almost mumbling. “I mean… just eat with me? There’s a small café nearby. Nothing serious. We can just talk for a bit… as friends?”
Your voice came out more hopeful than you intended. You fiddled with the hem of your oversized graphic t-shirt, cheeks warming with embarrassment. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. This felt like the only chance you might get to see him again.
Mingi looked at you for a long moment. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the way you were trying so hard to act casual while clearly nervous. Part of him wanted to stand up and leave right then — it would be the responsible thing to do. But another part of him felt a tiny bit guilty turning you down so coldly when you looked this hopeful.
He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N…” he started, clearly conflicted. “I really shouldn’t…”
You smiled shyly, refusing to give up just yet.
“Come on… who even says no to food, right?” you added, your voice light and playful, though your fingers were still nervously twisting the hem of your oversized t-shirt.
Mingi stared at you, caught between amusement and disbelief. Your persistence was strangely endearing, even if it made him uncomfortable. He let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his hair again.
“You’re really not making this easy,” he muttered, half to himself.
He glanced down at his phone one last time. Still no reply from @topswimmer_2025. The collab was probably not happening anytime soon.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally stood up from the bench, towering over you in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants.
“Fine,” he said, though his tone was still hesitant. “Just food. Nothing more. And we keep it short, okay?”
Your face lit up instantly. A bright, genuine smile spread across your lips as you nodded quickly.
“Okay! There’s a nice café just around the corner. They have really good pasta and sandwiches.”
Mingi nodded quietly and started walking beside you. He kept a small but noticeable distance between the two of you, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Even though he agreed, his guard was still up.
In his mind, this was a bad idea. You were too young. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh and walk away.
As the two of you walked toward the café, You stole glances at him every few steps, happy just to be in his company again.
Mingi had barely taken a few steps when you suddenly walked ahead of him, turning around to face him while walking backwards. A bright, playful smile lit up your face as you tried to keep the mood light.
“So… what’s your interest, Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. “Like, what do you like doing in your free time?”
You almost tripped over a small crack on the sidewalk but caught yourself with a small laugh, still looking at him expectantly. The late afternoon sunlight made your eyes sparkle with genuine interest. Even though he had set clear boundaries, you couldn’t help wanting to know more about him.
Mingi watched you with a mix of amusement and mild concern. Walking backwards while talking to someone wasn’t exactly the safest thing, especially when you looked this carefree.
“Careful,” he said, reaching out slightly as if ready to steady you. “You’re going to fall.”
He tucked his hands back into his hoodie pockets and thought for a moment before answering. He couldn’t exactly tell you the truth — that his free time often involved filming explicit content or recovering from long shoots.
“I like… quiet things,” he replied carefully. “Listening to music, playing video games, going to the gym. Nothing too crazy.”
He kept his answer simple and safe, glancing at you as you continued walking backwards in front of him. Your oversized t-shirt swayed with each step, and your youthful energy was impossible to ignore.
“What about you?” he asked, gently turning the question back to you. “First year in Seoul, what do you enjoy doing?”
Even though he was keeping the conversation going, his tone stayed neutral — friendly, but with clear emotional distance. In his head, he kept reminding himself, Just a kid. Don’t get too comfortable.
You smiled wider, happy that he was actually engaging.
if I cut you off, it just means I care ; Y/n first attempt at experiencing college life leads her to a noisy club where she meets Mingi — a strikingly handsome 26-year-old with a soft smile and gentle demeanor that instantly draws her in.
Warning : Mingi!friend? x fem!reader ( barely legal ) , MDNI 18+? , college, Mature, Slow Burn, uncertain ending, Age Gap Relationship ( 8 years ) , fluff, Found Family, Unconditional Love, Personal Growth, heavy Angst, attachment issues, borderline illegal .
unsvripted ; And I swear, I'm ready to hear your opinions. That's why I'm asking you guys to let me know if I should continue this or not. I don't know, man... (+_+) Just let me know if this interests you or nah. 'Cause I don't want to be labeled as problematic 😭 I know it shouldn't really concern me because you guys don't know me personally, but still...
You were a fresh first-year college student, an English major, and this was your first time truly being on your own. At eighteen, the idea of freedom felt both exciting and terrifying.
It was a Friday night, just past 7 PM, and the club was already pulsing with life. Clubbing had never been your thing, but your new friends had dragged you along, insisting that this was part of the college experience. So here you were — sitting at a circular table with a mix of fellow first-years and a few seniors, nursing a drink whose name you had already forgotten. You’d only taken a few sips. The bitter taste made your nose wrinkle with every swallow.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed wildly, and one by one, your friends disappeared into the crowd — laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos. Soon, you were left alone at the table, feeling small and out of place.
You wanted to join them. You really did. But dancing with strangers, surrounded by the thick smell of smoke, weed, cheap perfume, and sweat, felt overwhelming. This wasn’t what you had imagined when you thought about experiencing college life. It wasn’t fun at all.
That’s when your eyes landed on him.
He was sitting alone at the bar, quietly sipping his drink. Even from a distance, he stood out. His side profile was striking — soft yet strikingly handsome, almost ethereal under the shifting club lights. He looked young, with a gentle, boyish charm that made your heart skip. He didn’t seem like the typical club guy. He looked… friendly. Approachable.
Maybe he’s my age, you thought.
Before you could overthink it, you stood up, still clutching your barely-touched drink, and walked over. You had never made the first move like this before, but tonight felt different. Your friends had abandoned you, and something about him made you want to take the risk. Worst case? You’d never see him again.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
“Hi…” you said awkwardly.
He didn’t react at first, then turned his head, as if making sure you were actually talking to him.
“Um… hi,” he replied, his voice calm and slightly deep.
“I’m Y/N,” you said, trying to sound casual. “What’s your name?”
“Mingi.”
You nodded, smiling shyly. “Are you here alone?”
“Yeah, I am. How about you?” he asked, glancing at you.
“I came with my friends, but they all went dancing and left me behind,” you admitted with a small laugh.
He nodded understandingly. You continued, “You look really young… that’s why I got the courage to approach you, honestly.” You smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Mingi raised an eyebrow, amused. “You don’t have company? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
You shook your head, smiling. “Nah. Never been in a relationship before.”
He looked visibly surprised. His eyes drifted over your white sundress — cute and
completely out of place in a club full of short skirts and tight outfits.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
You furrowed your brows offended. “Well, excuse me. You’re wearing a checkered shirt over a white t-shirt with baggy pants. You don’t exactly look like you belong in a club either.”
He let out a soft chuckle. The mood lightened.
“So… how old are you?” you asked, genuinely curious. “I thought we might be the same age. Are you in college too? You look like a student.”
Mingi smiled, a gentle but knowing smile.
“I’m 26.”
Your eyes widened in genuine shock.
“Twenty-six?!”
You had assumed 20 or 21 at most. He didn’t look a day over 22. The age gap hit you harder than expected, but you tried to play it cool.
“Wow… you look really young,” you said, almost laughing at how wrong you’d been.
Mingi tilted his head slightly, studying you with newfound interest.
“And you?” he asked.
“I’m 18,” you answered.
For a moment, his expression went blank. The easy smile faded as the reality of your age settled between you.
His blank expression made your stomach twist — maybe you shouldn’t have said your real age. But you didn’t want the conversation to die, so you pushed through the discomfort.
“You look really young for your age though… like seriously, you don’t look 26 at all,” you said, offering a shy smile.
Mingi’s expression softened. He let out a small chuckle and leaned back slightly, suddenly shifting into a gentle, almost older-brother vibe.
“Thanks,” he replied casually, the corner of his lips turning up. “I get that a lot. Good genes, I guess.”
You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem annoyed or weirded out anymore. Emboldened, you continued.
“So… you’re working then, yeah? What’s your job?”
Mingi paused.
It was a short pause, barely noticeable, but his fingers tightened slightly around his glass. His real life flashed through his mind — the late-night shoots, the collabs with both guys and girls, the thousands of followers who knew him under a different name on X. He had been in the industry since he was 23. He was actually quite famous now. But telling an innocent-looking 18-year-old girl in a white sundress that he was a porn star? Yeah, that wasn’t happening tonight.
“I work at a call center,” he said smoothly, flashing that same soft, disarming smile.
You bought it immediately. With his baby face, gentle eyes, and quiet charm, he looked like the last person who would do anything wild for a living.
“Oh really?” you said, tilting your head. “That must be tiring. You do call center work at night?”
Mingi nodded, playing along easily.
“Yeah, night shifts mostly. It’s not too bad. Pays the bills and gives me time during the day. What about you? First year, right?"
You lit up a little at the question, happy he was keeping the conversation going.
“Yeah… just started this semester. It’s been overwhelming but exciting. This is actually my first time clubbing,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Clearly not my scene.”
Mingi glanced around the loud club, then back at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a second longer than before.
“You seem too sweet for this place,” he said, almost to himself.
Your cheeks warmed at his words. Gathering a bit more courage, you continued the conversation.
“I actually don’t live here in Seoul,” you said. “I’m from Busan. Do you live here? I mean… around this city?”
You tried to sound casual, but deep down you really hoped he lived nearby. Even though he was 26 and you had just met, something about him made you want to see him again — maybe as friends, or at least talk to him one more time. He felt different from the chaotic energy around you.
Mingi opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer, two girls suddenly appeared beside your table.
“Y/N! There you are!” Sophia called out, slightly out of breath from dancing. Yunjin was right behind her, already grabbing your arm.
“Come on, it’s time to go home. We promised we wouldn’t stay too late for your first night out,” Yunjin said, tugging you gently but firmly.
You panicked a little. The conversation was just starting to feel comfortable, and now it was being cut short so abruptly. You didn’t even know how to say goodbye properly.
“Uh…” You turned back to Mingi, feeling awkward. “It was really nice talking to you, Mingi.”
You gave him a shy, genuine smile, hoping he could see you meant it.
Sophia and Yunjin were already nagging behind you. “Hurry up, Y/N! The taxi’s waiting outside!”
Mingi simply nodded, his expression calm but with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Take care, Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle. “Get home safe.”
You gave him one last glance before letting your friends pull you away. As you walked out of the club with them, the cool night air hit your face. The loud music faded behind you, but your mind stayed stuck on him — his soft voice, his surprisingly young-looking face, and the way he smiled.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever see Mingi again.
It had been exactly one week since that night at the club.
The past seven days had been a whirlwind for you. As a first-year English major, you were drowning in orientation activities, syllabus readings, group projects, and adjusting to life away from Busan. Everything felt new and overwhelming, but you were slowly settling. Still, in the quiet moments — especially at night — your mind would drift back to Mingi. His soft smile. His calm voice. The way he looked at you.
On the other hand, Mingi had barely thought about you at all.
His week had been the usual, back-to-back shoots and collabs. Fucking one day, recovering the next, then doing it all over again. Cash came in steadily, and that was what mattered. He had completely forgotten about the shy 18-year-old in the white sundress. Even if he did remember, he had no interest in seeing you again. The age gap felt wrong — borderline illegal in his mind. Once you told him you were 18, you became nothing more than a kid to him.
Right now, Mingi was sitting on a quiet park bench, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His long legs were stretched out as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for a reply from his next collab partner — @topswimmer_2025, a straight guy who was open to anything depending on the offer. No message yet. He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench, enjoying the fresh air while he waited.
You had just finished filming a short exercise performance video for one of your classes near the park fountain. Slightly sweaty but in a good mood, you wore grey sweatpants and a black oversized graphic t-shirt, your hair tied up messily. As you walked back toward your apartment, something — someone — caught your eye.
There he was.
Sitting alone on the bench, looking effortlessly handsome even in casual clothes. Your heart jumped.
Without thinking twice, you changed direction and walked straight toward him, a bright smile spreading across your face.
“Ya… Mingi!” you called out cheerfully.
Mingi looked up from his phone, startled. The moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
You stopped in front of him, still smiling. “It’s really you! I can’t believe I ran into you again.”
He stared at you for a second, clearly caught off guard. The innocent, excited look on your face only reminded him how young you were.
“…Y/N,” he said slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Hey.”
There was a noticeable pause. He didn’t seem nearly as warm as he did that night at the club.
You didn’t notice the slight tension in his voice. You were too happy about this unexpected second meeting. Even though he looked a little surprised, you kept smiling and stepped closer.
“Are you… meeting someone?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head.
Mingi glanced down at his phone for a split second before looking back at you. He was still waiting for that collab reply, but he obviously couldn’t tell you that.
“Yeah… kind of,” he answered vaguely.
You nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding, “I was just about to go home after filming my class project… but I’m really glad I saw you again.”
Your voice was soft and sincere. You couldn’t hide the little spark of excitement in your eyes. Even after a whole week, he still looked just as handsome as you remembered — maybe even more so in the daylight, with his black hoodie and relaxed posture.
Mingi stayed quiet for a moment, studying your face. Your oversized graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants made you look even younger than he remembered.
He let out a quiet breath and gave you a gentle but distant smile.
“That’s nice,” he replied, keeping his tone light but clearly guarded. “Small world, I guess.”
He didn’t ask how you’d been. He didn’t offer to catch up. The warmth from your first conversation at the club was noticeably missing now.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit awkward but still hopeful. Even though Mingi seemed a little distant, you didn’t want to let the moment slip away.
“Did you get stood up?” you asked teasingly, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Mingi blinked, caught off guard by your bold question. A small, amused huff escaped him, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Something like that,” he muttered, glancing at his phone again.
You took a small breath and continued, trying to sound casual even though your heart was beating faster.
“Um… are you free?”
The question hung in the air between you. For a few seconds, Mingi didn’t answer. He looked at you — really looked, bright and hopeful eyes. You looked every bit the innocent first-year college student you were.
He felt a flicker of discomfort. This was exactly why he had decided not to think about you again. You were too young. Too pure. And he was… well, he was him. .
Mingi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Y/N…” he started, his voice was gentle, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“You seem like a really sweet girl, but I’m 26. You’re 18. I’m not looking for anything right now, especially not with someone your age.”
His tone was kind, but the rejection was clear.
Even so, you stood there, still looking at him with those wide, hopeful eyes.
Of course he’d say that, you thought. In your silly little mind, you already knew it was coming. Still, you really didn’t want to walk away just yet. Something about him made you want to stay a little longer, even if it was just for a few more minutes.
You bit your lip nervously, then spoke before you could overthink it.
“Just eat…” you said softly, almost mumbling. “I mean… just eat with me? There’s a small café nearby. Nothing serious. We can just talk for a bit… as friends?”
Your voice came out more hopeful than you intended. You fiddled with the hem of your oversized graphic t-shirt, cheeks warming with embarrassment. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. This felt like the only chance you might get to see him again.
Mingi looked at you for a long moment. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the way you were trying so hard to act casual while clearly nervous. Part of him wanted to stand up and leave right then — it would be the responsible thing to do. But another part of him felt a tiny bit guilty turning you down so coldly when you looked this hopeful.
He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N…” he started, clearly conflicted. “I really shouldn’t…”
You smiled shyly, refusing to give up just yet.
“Come on… who even says no to food, right?” you added, your voice light and playful, though your fingers were still nervously twisting the hem of your oversized t-shirt.
Mingi stared at you, caught between amusement and disbelief. Your persistence was strangely endearing, even if it made him uncomfortable. He let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his hair again.
“You’re really not making this easy,” he muttered, half to himself.
He glanced down at his phone one last time. Still no reply from @topswimmer_2025. The collab was probably not happening anytime soon.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally stood up from the bench, towering over you in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants.
“Fine,” he said, though his tone was still hesitant. “Just food. Nothing more. And we keep it short, okay?”
Your face lit up instantly. A bright, genuine smile spread across your lips as you nodded quickly.
“Okay! There’s a nice café just around the corner. They have really good pasta and sandwiches.”
Mingi nodded quietly and started walking beside you. He kept a small but noticeable distance between the two of you, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Even though he agreed, his guard was still up.
In his mind, this was a bad idea. You were too young. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh and walk away.
As the two of you walked toward the café, You stole glances at him every few steps, happy just to be in his company again.
Mingi had barely taken a few steps when you suddenly walked ahead of him, turning around to face him while walking backwards. A bright, playful smile lit up your face as you tried to keep the mood light.
“So… what’s your interest, Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. “Like, what do you like doing in your free time?”
You almost tripped over a small crack on the sidewalk but caught yourself with a small laugh, still looking at him expectantly. The late afternoon sunlight made your eyes sparkle with genuine interest. Even though he had set clear boundaries, you couldn’t help wanting to know more about him.
Mingi watched you with a mix of amusement and mild concern. Walking backwards while talking to someone wasn’t exactly the safest thing, especially when you looked this carefree.
“Careful,” he said, reaching out slightly as if ready to steady you. “You’re going to fall.”
He tucked his hands back into his hoodie pockets and thought for a moment before answering. He couldn’t exactly tell you the truth — that his free time often involved filming explicit content or recovering from long shoots.
“I like… quiet things,” he replied carefully. “Listening to music, playing video games, going to the gym. Nothing too crazy.”
He kept his answer simple and safe, glancing at you as you continued walking backwards in front of him. Your oversized t-shirt swayed with each step, and your youthful energy was impossible to ignore.
“What about you?” he asked, gently turning the question back to you. “First year in Seoul, what do you enjoy doing?”
Even though he was keeping the conversation going, his tone stayed neutral — friendly, but with clear emotional distance. In his head, he kept reminding himself, Just a kid. Don’t get too comfortable.
You smiled wider, happy that he was actually engaging.
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if I cut you off, it just means I care ; Y/n first attempt at experiencing college life leads her to a noisy club where she meets Mingi — a strikingly handsome 26-year-old with a soft smile and gentle demeanor that instantly draws her in.
Warning : Mingi!friend? x fem!reader ( barely legal ) , MDNI 18+? , college, Mature, Slow Burn, uncertain ending, Age Gap Relationship ( 8 years ) , fluff, Found Family, Unconditional Love, Personal Growth, heavy Angst, attachment issues, borderline illegal .
unsvripted ; And I swear, I'm ready to hear your opinions. That's why I'm asking you guys to let me know if I should continue this or not. I don't know, man... (+_+) Just let me know if this interests you or nah. 'Cause I don't want to be labeled as problematic 😭 I know it shouldn't really concern me because you guys don't know me personally, but still...
You were a fresh first-year college student, an English major, and this was your first time truly being on your own. At eighteen, the idea of freedom felt both exciting and terrifying.
It was a Friday night, just past 7 PM, and the club was already pulsing with life. Clubbing had never been your thing, but your new friends had dragged you along, insisting that this was part of the college experience. So here you were — sitting at a circular table with a mix of fellow first-years and a few seniors, nursing a drink whose name you had already forgotten. You’d only taken a few sips. The bitter taste made your nose wrinkle with every swallow.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed wildly, and one by one, your friends disappeared into the crowd — laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos. Soon, you were left alone at the table, feeling small and out of place.
You wanted to join them. You really did. But dancing with strangers, surrounded by the thick smell of smoke, weed, cheap perfume, and sweat, felt overwhelming. This wasn’t what you had imagined when you thought about experiencing college life. It wasn’t fun at all.
That’s when your eyes landed on him.
He was sitting alone at the bar, quietly sipping his drink. Even from a distance, he stood out. His side profile was striking — soft yet strikingly handsome, almost ethereal under the shifting club lights. He looked young, with a gentle, boyish charm that made your heart skip. He didn’t seem like the typical club guy. He looked… friendly. Approachable.
Maybe he’s my age, you thought.
Before you could overthink it, you stood up, still clutching your barely-touched drink, and walked over. You had never made the first move like this before, but tonight felt different. Your friends had abandoned you, and something about him made you want to take the risk. Worst case? You’d never see him again.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
“Hi…” you said awkwardly.
He didn’t react at first, then turned his head, as if making sure you were actually talking to him.
“Um… hi,” he replied, his voice calm and slightly deep.
“I’m Y/N,” you said, trying to sound casual. “What’s your name?”
“Mingi.”
You nodded, smiling shyly. “Are you here alone?”
“Yeah, I am. How about you?” he asked, glancing at you.
“I came with my friends, but they all went dancing and left me behind,” you admitted with a small laugh.
He nodded understandingly. You continued, “You look really young… that’s why I got the courage to approach you, honestly.” You smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Mingi raised an eyebrow, amused. “You don’t have company? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
You shook your head, smiling. “Nah. Never been in a relationship before.”
He looked visibly surprised. His eyes drifted over your white sundress — cute and
completely out of place in a club full of short skirts and tight outfits.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
You furrowed your brows offended. “Well, excuse me. You’re wearing a checkered shirt over a white t-shirt with baggy pants. You don’t exactly look like you belong in a club either.”
He let out a soft chuckle. The mood lightened.
“So… how old are you?” you asked, genuinely curious. “I thought we might be the same age. Are you in college too? You look like a student.”
Mingi smiled, a gentle but knowing smile.
“I’m 26.”
Your eyes widened in genuine shock.
“Twenty-six?!”
You had assumed 20 or 21 at most. He didn’t look a day over 22. The age gap hit you harder than expected, but you tried to play it cool.
“Wow… you look really young,” you said, almost laughing at how wrong you’d been.
Mingi tilted his head slightly, studying you with newfound interest.
“And you?” he asked.
“I’m 18,” you answered.
For a moment, his expression went blank. The easy smile faded as the reality of your age settled between you.
His blank expression made your stomach twist — maybe you shouldn’t have said your real age. But you didn’t want the conversation to die, so you pushed through the discomfort.
“You look really young for your age though… like seriously, you don’t look 26 at all,” you said, offering a shy smile.
Mingi’s expression softened. He let out a small chuckle and leaned back slightly, suddenly shifting into a gentle, almost older-brother vibe.
“Thanks,” he replied casually, the corner of his lips turning up. “I get that a lot. Good genes, I guess.”
You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem annoyed or weirded out anymore. Emboldened, you continued.
“So… you’re working then, yeah? What’s your job?”
Mingi paused.
It was a short pause, barely noticeable, but his fingers tightened slightly around his glass. His real life flashed through his mind — the late-night shoots, the collabs with both guys and girls, the thousands of followers who knew him under a different name on X. He had been in the industry since he was 23. He was actually quite famous now. But telling an innocent-looking 18-year-old girl in a white sundress that he was a porn star? Yeah, that wasn’t happening tonight.
“I work at a call center,” he said smoothly, flashing that same soft, disarming smile.
You bought it immediately. With his baby face, gentle eyes, and quiet charm, he looked like the last person who would do anything wild for a living.
“Oh really?” you said, tilting your head. “That must be tiring. You do call center work at night?”
Mingi nodded, playing along easily.
“Yeah, night shifts mostly. It’s not too bad. Pays the bills and gives me time during the day. What about you? First year, right?"
You lit up a little at the question, happy he was keeping the conversation going.
“Yeah… just started this semester. It’s been overwhelming but exciting. This is actually my first time clubbing,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Clearly not my scene.”
Mingi glanced around the loud club, then back at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a second longer than before.
“You seem too sweet for this place,” he said, almost to himself.
Your cheeks warmed at his words. Gathering a bit more courage, you continued the conversation.
“I actually don’t live here in Seoul,” you said. “I’m from Busan. Do you live here? I mean… around this city?”
You tried to sound casual, but deep down you really hoped he lived nearby. Even though he was 26 and you had just met, something about him made you want to see him again — maybe as friends, or at least talk to him one more time. He felt different from the chaotic energy around you.
Mingi opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer, two girls suddenly appeared beside your table.
“Y/N! There you are!” Sophia called out, slightly out of breath from dancing. Yunjin was right behind her, already grabbing your arm.
“Come on, it’s time to go home. We promised we wouldn’t stay too late for your first night out,” Yunjin said, tugging you gently but firmly.
You panicked a little. The conversation was just starting to feel comfortable, and now it was being cut short so abruptly. You didn’t even know how to say goodbye properly.
“Uh…” You turned back to Mingi, feeling awkward. “It was really nice talking to you, Mingi.”
You gave him a shy, genuine smile, hoping he could see you meant it.
Sophia and Yunjin were already nagging behind you. “Hurry up, Y/N! The taxi’s waiting outside!”
Mingi simply nodded, his expression calm but with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Take care, Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle. “Get home safe.”
You gave him one last glance before letting your friends pull you away. As you walked out of the club with them, the cool night air hit your face. The loud music faded behind you, but your mind stayed stuck on him — his soft voice, his surprisingly young-looking face, and the way he smiled.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever see Mingi again.
It had been exactly one week since that night at the club.
The past seven days had been a whirlwind for you. As a first-year English major, you were drowning in orientation activities, syllabus readings, group projects, and adjusting to life away from Busan. Everything felt new and overwhelming, but you were slowly settling. Still, in the quiet moments — especially at night — your mind would drift back to Mingi. His soft smile. His calm voice. The way he looked at you.
On the other hand, Mingi had barely thought about you at all.
His week had been the usual, back-to-back shoots and collabs. Fucking one day, recovering the next, then doing it all over again. Cash came in steadily, and that was what mattered. He had completely forgotten about the shy 18-year-old in the white sundress. Even if he did remember, he had no interest in seeing you again. The age gap felt wrong — borderline illegal in his mind. Once you told him you were 18, you became nothing more than a kid to him.
Right now, Mingi was sitting on a quiet park bench, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His long legs were stretched out as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for a reply from his next collab partner — @topswimmer_2025, a straight guy who was open to anything depending on the offer. No message yet. He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench, enjoying the fresh air while he waited.
You had just finished filming a short exercise performance video for one of your classes near the park fountain. Slightly sweaty but in a good mood, you wore grey sweatpants and a black oversized graphic t-shirt, your hair tied up messily. As you walked back toward your apartment, something — someone — caught your eye.
There he was.
Sitting alone on the bench, looking effortlessly handsome even in casual clothes. Your heart jumped.
Without thinking twice, you changed direction and walked straight toward him, a bright smile spreading across your face.
“Ya… Mingi!” you called out cheerfully.
Mingi looked up from his phone, startled. The moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
You stopped in front of him, still smiling. “It’s really you! I can’t believe I ran into you again.”
He stared at you for a second, clearly caught off guard. The innocent, excited look on your face only reminded him how young you were.
“…Y/N,” he said slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Hey.”
There was a noticeable pause. He didn’t seem nearly as warm as he did that night at the club.
You didn’t notice the slight tension in his voice. You were too happy about this unexpected second meeting. Even though he looked a little surprised, you kept smiling and stepped closer.
“Are you… meeting someone?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head.
Mingi glanced down at his phone for a split second before looking back at you. He was still waiting for that collab reply, but he obviously couldn’t tell you that.
“Yeah… kind of,” he answered vaguely.
You nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding, “I was just about to go home after filming my class project… but I’m really glad I saw you again.”
Your voice was soft and sincere. You couldn’t hide the little spark of excitement in your eyes. Even after a whole week, he still looked just as handsome as you remembered — maybe even more so in the daylight, with his black hoodie and relaxed posture.
Mingi stayed quiet for a moment, studying your face. Your oversized graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants made you look even younger than he remembered.
He let out a quiet breath and gave you a gentle but distant smile.
“That’s nice,” he replied, keeping his tone light but clearly guarded. “Small world, I guess.”
He didn’t ask how you’d been. He didn’t offer to catch up. The warmth from your first conversation at the club was noticeably missing now.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit awkward but still hopeful. Even though Mingi seemed a little distant, you didn’t want to let the moment slip away.
“Did you get stood up?” you asked teasingly, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Mingi blinked, caught off guard by your bold question. A small, amused huff escaped him, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Something like that,” he muttered, glancing at his phone again.
You took a small breath and continued, trying to sound casual even though your heart was beating faster.
“Um… are you free?”
The question hung in the air between you. For a few seconds, Mingi didn’t answer. He looked at you — really looked, bright and hopeful eyes. You looked every bit the innocent first-year college student you were.
He felt a flicker of discomfort. This was exactly why he had decided not to think about you again. You were too young. Too pure. And he was… well, he was him. .
Mingi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Y/N…” he started, his voice was gentle, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“You seem like a really sweet girl, but I’m 26. You’re 18. I’m not looking for anything right now, especially not with someone your age.”
His tone was kind, but the rejection was clear.
Even so, you stood there, still looking at him with those wide, hopeful eyes.
Of course he’d say that, you thought. In your silly little mind, you already knew it was coming. Still, you really didn’t want to walk away just yet. Something about him made you want to stay a little longer, even if it was just for a few more minutes.
You bit your lip nervously, then spoke before you could overthink it.
“Just eat…” you said softly, almost mumbling. “I mean… just eat with me? There’s a small café nearby. Nothing serious. We can just talk for a bit… as friends?”
Your voice came out more hopeful than you intended. You fiddled with the hem of your oversized graphic t-shirt, cheeks warming with embarrassment. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. This felt like the only chance you might get to see him again.
Mingi looked at you for a long moment. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the way you were trying so hard to act casual while clearly nervous. Part of him wanted to stand up and leave right then — it would be the responsible thing to do. But another part of him felt a tiny bit guilty turning you down so coldly when you looked this hopeful.
He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N…” he started, clearly conflicted. “I really shouldn’t…”
You smiled shyly, refusing to give up just yet.
“Come on… who even says no to food, right?” you added, your voice light and playful, though your fingers were still nervously twisting the hem of your oversized t-shirt.
Mingi stared at you, caught between amusement and disbelief. Your persistence was strangely endearing, even if it made him uncomfortable. He let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his hair again.
“You’re really not making this easy,” he muttered, half to himself.
He glanced down at his phone one last time. Still no reply from @topswimmer_2025. The collab was probably not happening anytime soon.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally stood up from the bench, towering over you in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants.
“Fine,” he said, though his tone was still hesitant. “Just food. Nothing more. And we keep it short, okay?”
Your face lit up instantly. A bright, genuine smile spread across your lips as you nodded quickly.
“Okay! There’s a nice café just around the corner. They have really good pasta and sandwiches.”
Mingi nodded quietly and started walking beside you. He kept a small but noticeable distance between the two of you, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Even though he agreed, his guard was still up.
In his mind, this was a bad idea. You were too young. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh and walk away.
As the two of you walked toward the café, You stole glances at him every few steps, happy just to be in his company again.
Mingi had barely taken a few steps when you suddenly walked ahead of him, turning around to face him while walking backwards. A bright, playful smile lit up your face as you tried to keep the mood light.
“So… what’s your interest, Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. “Like, what do you like doing in your free time?”
You almost tripped over a small crack on the sidewalk but caught yourself with a small laugh, still looking at him expectantly. The late afternoon sunlight made your eyes sparkle with genuine interest. Even though he had set clear boundaries, you couldn’t help wanting to know more about him.
Mingi watched you with a mix of amusement and mild concern. Walking backwards while talking to someone wasn’t exactly the safest thing, especially when you looked this carefree.
“Careful,” he said, reaching out slightly as if ready to steady you. “You’re going to fall.”
He tucked his hands back into his hoodie pockets and thought for a moment before answering. He couldn’t exactly tell you the truth — that his free time often involved filming explicit content or recovering from long shoots.
“I like… quiet things,” he replied carefully. “Listening to music, playing video games, going to the gym. Nothing too crazy.”
He kept his answer simple and safe, glancing at you as you continued walking backwards in front of him. Your oversized t-shirt swayed with each step, and your youthful energy was impossible to ignore.
“What about you?” he asked, gently turning the question back to you. “First year in Seoul, what do you enjoy doing?”
Even though he was keeping the conversation going, his tone stayed neutral — friendly, but with clear emotional distance. In his head, he kept reminding himself, Just a kid. Don’t get too comfortable.
You smiled wider, happy that he was actually engaging.
if I cut you off, it just means I care ; Y/n first attempt at experiencing college life leads her to a noisy club where she meets Mingi — a strikingly handsome 26-year-old with a soft smile and gentle demeanor that instantly draws her in.
Warning : Mingi!friend? x fem!reader ( barely legal ) , MDNI 18+? , college, Mature, Slow Burn, uncertain ending, Age Gap Relationship ( 8 years ) , fluff, Found Family, Unconditional Love, Personal Growth, heavy Angst, attachment issues, borderline illegal .
unsvripted ; And I swear, I'm ready to hear your opinions. That's why I'm asking you guys to let me know if I should continue this or not. I don't know, man... (+_+) Just let me know if this interests you or nah. 'Cause I don't want to be labeled as problematic 😭 I know it shouldn't really concern me because you guys don't know me personally, but still...
You were a fresh first-year college student, an English major, and this was your first time truly being on your own. At eighteen, the idea of freedom felt both exciting and terrifying.
It was a Friday night, just past 7 PM, and the club was already pulsing with life. Clubbing had never been your thing, but your new friends had dragged you along, insisting that this was part of the college experience. So here you were — sitting at a circular table with a mix of fellow first-years and a few seniors, nursing a drink whose name you had already forgotten. You’d only taken a few sips. The bitter taste made your nose wrinkle with every swallow.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed wildly, and one by one, your friends disappeared into the crowd — laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos. Soon, you were left alone at the table, feeling small and out of place.
You wanted to join them. You really did. But dancing with strangers, surrounded by the thick smell of smoke, weed, cheap perfume, and sweat, felt overwhelming. This wasn’t what you had imagined when you thought about experiencing college life. It wasn’t fun at all.
That’s when your eyes landed on him.
He was sitting alone at the bar, quietly sipping his drink. Even from a distance, he stood out. His side profile was striking — soft yet strikingly handsome, almost ethereal under the shifting club lights. He looked young, with a gentle, boyish charm that made your heart skip. He didn’t seem like the typical club guy. He looked… friendly. Approachable.
Maybe he’s my age, you thought.
Before you could overthink it, you stood up, still clutching your barely-touched drink, and walked over. You had never made the first move like this before, but tonight felt different. Your friends had abandoned you, and something about him made you want to take the risk. Worst case? You’d never see him again.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
“Hi…” you said awkwardly.
He didn’t react at first, then turned his head, as if making sure you were actually talking to him.
“Um… hi,” he replied, his voice calm and slightly deep.
“I’m Y/N,” you said, trying to sound casual. “What’s your name?”
“Mingi.”
You nodded, smiling shyly. “Are you here alone?”
“Yeah, I am. How about you?” he asked, glancing at you.
“I came with my friends, but they all went dancing and left me behind,” you admitted with a small laugh.
He nodded understandingly. You continued, “You look really young… that’s why I got the courage to approach you, honestly.” You smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Mingi raised an eyebrow, amused. “You don’t have company? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
You shook your head, smiling. “Nah. Never been in a relationship before.”
He looked visibly surprised. His eyes drifted over your white sundress — cute and
completely out of place in a club full of short skirts and tight outfits.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
You furrowed your brows offended. “Well, excuse me. You’re wearing a checkered shirt over a white t-shirt with baggy pants. You don’t exactly look like you belong in a club either.”
He let out a soft chuckle. The mood lightened.
“So… how old are you?” you asked, genuinely curious. “I thought we might be the same age. Are you in college too? You look like a student.”
Mingi smiled, a gentle but knowing smile.
“I’m 26.”
Your eyes widened in genuine shock.
“Twenty-six?!”
You had assumed 20 or 21 at most. He didn’t look a day over 22. The age gap hit you harder than expected, but you tried to play it cool.
“Wow… you look really young,” you said, almost laughing at how wrong you’d been.
Mingi tilted his head slightly, studying you with newfound interest.
“And you?” he asked.
“I’m 18,” you answered.
For a moment, his expression went blank. The easy smile faded as the reality of your age settled between you.
His blank expression made your stomach twist — maybe you shouldn’t have said your real age. But you didn’t want the conversation to die, so you pushed through the discomfort.
“You look really young for your age though… like seriously, you don’t look 26 at all,” you said, offering a shy smile.
Mingi’s expression softened. He let out a small chuckle and leaned back slightly, suddenly shifting into a gentle, almost older-brother vibe.
“Thanks,” he replied casually, the corner of his lips turning up. “I get that a lot. Good genes, I guess.”
You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem annoyed or weirded out anymore. Emboldened, you continued.
“So… you’re working then, yeah? What’s your job?”
Mingi paused.
It was a short pause, barely noticeable, but his fingers tightened slightly around his glass. His real life flashed through his mind — the late-night shoots, the collabs with both guys and girls, the thousands of followers who knew him under a different name on X. He had been in the industry since he was 23. He was actually quite famous now. But telling an innocent-looking 18-year-old girl in a white sundress that he was a porn star? Yeah, that wasn’t happening tonight.
“I work at a call center,” he said smoothly, flashing that same soft, disarming smile.
You bought it immediately. With his baby face, gentle eyes, and quiet charm, he looked like the last person who would do anything wild for a living.
“Oh really?” you said, tilting your head. “That must be tiring. You do call center work at night?”
Mingi nodded, playing along easily.
“Yeah, night shifts mostly. It’s not too bad. Pays the bills and gives me time during the day. What about you? First year, right?"
You lit up a little at the question, happy he was keeping the conversation going.
“Yeah… just started this semester. It’s been overwhelming but exciting. This is actually my first time clubbing,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Clearly not my scene.”
Mingi glanced around the loud club, then back at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a second longer than before.
“You seem too sweet for this place,” he said, almost to himself.
Your cheeks warmed at his words. Gathering a bit more courage, you continued the conversation.
“I actually don’t live here in Seoul,” you said. “I’m from Busan. Do you live here? I mean… around this city?”
You tried to sound casual, but deep down you really hoped he lived nearby. Even though he was 26 and you had just met, something about him made you want to see him again — maybe as friends, or at least talk to him one more time. He felt different from the chaotic energy around you.
Mingi opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer, two girls suddenly appeared beside your table.
“Y/N! There you are!” Sophia called out, slightly out of breath from dancing. Yunjin was right behind her, already grabbing your arm.
“Come on, it’s time to go home. We promised we wouldn’t stay too late for your first night out,” Yunjin said, tugging you gently but firmly.
You panicked a little. The conversation was just starting to feel comfortable, and now it was being cut short so abruptly. You didn’t even know how to say goodbye properly.
“Uh…” You turned back to Mingi, feeling awkward. “It was really nice talking to you, Mingi.”
You gave him a shy, genuine smile, hoping he could see you meant it.
Sophia and Yunjin were already nagging behind you. “Hurry up, Y/N! The taxi’s waiting outside!”
Mingi simply nodded, his expression calm but with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Take care, Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle. “Get home safe.”
You gave him one last glance before letting your friends pull you away. As you walked out of the club with them, the cool night air hit your face. The loud music faded behind you, but your mind stayed stuck on him — his soft voice, his surprisingly young-looking face, and the way he smiled.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever see Mingi again.
It had been exactly one week since that night at the club.
The past seven days had been a whirlwind for you. As a first-year English major, you were drowning in orientation activities, syllabus readings, group projects, and adjusting to life away from Busan. Everything felt new and overwhelming, but you were slowly settling. Still, in the quiet moments — especially at night — your mind would drift back to Mingi. His soft smile. His calm voice. The way he looked at you.
On the other hand, Mingi had barely thought about you at all.
His week had been the usual, back-to-back shoots and collabs. Fucking one day, recovering the next, then doing it all over again. Cash came in steadily, and that was what mattered. He had completely forgotten about the shy 18-year-old in the white sundress. Even if he did remember, he had no interest in seeing you again. The age gap felt wrong — borderline illegal in his mind. Once you told him you were 18, you became nothing more than a kid to him.
Right now, Mingi was sitting on a quiet park bench, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His long legs were stretched out as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for a reply from his next collab partner — @topswimmer_2025, a straight guy who was open to anything depending on the offer. No message yet. He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench, enjoying the fresh air while he waited.
You had just finished filming a short exercise performance video for one of your classes near the park fountain. Slightly sweaty but in a good mood, you wore grey sweatpants and a black oversized graphic t-shirt, your hair tied up messily. As you walked back toward your apartment, something — someone — caught your eye.
There he was.
Sitting alone on the bench, looking effortlessly handsome even in casual clothes. Your heart jumped.
Without thinking twice, you changed direction and walked straight toward him, a bright smile spreading across your face.
“Ya… Mingi!” you called out cheerfully.
Mingi looked up from his phone, startled. The moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
You stopped in front of him, still smiling. “It’s really you! I can’t believe I ran into you again.”
He stared at you for a second, clearly caught off guard. The innocent, excited look on your face only reminded him how young you were.
“…Y/N,” he said slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Hey.”
There was a noticeable pause. He didn’t seem nearly as warm as he did that night at the club.
You didn’t notice the slight tension in his voice. You were too happy about this unexpected second meeting. Even though he looked a little surprised, you kept smiling and stepped closer.
“Are you… meeting someone?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head.
Mingi glanced down at his phone for a split second before looking back at you. He was still waiting for that collab reply, but he obviously couldn’t tell you that.
“Yeah… kind of,” he answered vaguely.
You nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding, “I was just about to go home after filming my class project… but I’m really glad I saw you again.”
Your voice was soft and sincere. You couldn’t hide the little spark of excitement in your eyes. Even after a whole week, he still looked just as handsome as you remembered — maybe even more so in the daylight, with his black hoodie and relaxed posture.
Mingi stayed quiet for a moment, studying your face. Your oversized graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants made you look even younger than he remembered.
He let out a quiet breath and gave you a gentle but distant smile.
“That’s nice,” he replied, keeping his tone light but clearly guarded. “Small world, I guess.”
He didn’t ask how you’d been. He didn’t offer to catch up. The warmth from your first conversation at the club was noticeably missing now.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit awkward but still hopeful. Even though Mingi seemed a little distant, you didn’t want to let the moment slip away.
“Did you get stood up?” you asked teasingly, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Mingi blinked, caught off guard by your bold question. A small, amused huff escaped him, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Something like that,” he muttered, glancing at his phone again.
You took a small breath and continued, trying to sound casual even though your heart was beating faster.
“Um… are you free?”
The question hung in the air between you. For a few seconds, Mingi didn’t answer. He looked at you — really looked, bright and hopeful eyes. You looked every bit the innocent first-year college student you were.
He felt a flicker of discomfort. This was exactly why he had decided not to think about you again. You were too young. Too pure. And he was… well, he was him. .
Mingi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Y/N…” he started, his voice was gentle, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“You seem like a really sweet girl, but I’m 26. You’re 18. I’m not looking for anything right now, especially not with someone your age.”
His tone was kind, but the rejection was clear.
Even so, you stood there, still looking at him with those wide, hopeful eyes.
Of course he’d say that, you thought. In your silly little mind, you already knew it was coming. Still, you really didn’t want to walk away just yet. Something about him made you want to stay a little longer, even if it was just for a few more minutes.
You bit your lip nervously, then spoke before you could overthink it.
“Just eat…” you said softly, almost mumbling. “I mean… just eat with me? There’s a small café nearby. Nothing serious. We can just talk for a bit… as friends?”
Your voice came out more hopeful than you intended. You fiddled with the hem of your oversized graphic t-shirt, cheeks warming with embarrassment. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. This felt like the only chance you might get to see him again.
Mingi looked at you for a long moment. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the way you were trying so hard to act casual while clearly nervous. Part of him wanted to stand up and leave right then — it would be the responsible thing to do. But another part of him felt a tiny bit guilty turning you down so coldly when you looked this hopeful.
He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N…” he started, clearly conflicted. “I really shouldn’t…”
You smiled shyly, refusing to give up just yet.
“Come on… who even says no to food, right?” you added, your voice light and playful, though your fingers were still nervously twisting the hem of your oversized t-shirt.
Mingi stared at you, caught between amusement and disbelief. Your persistence was strangely endearing, even if it made him uncomfortable. He let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his hair again.
“You’re really not making this easy,” he muttered, half to himself.
He glanced down at his phone one last time. Still no reply from @topswimmer_2025. The collab was probably not happening anytime soon.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally stood up from the bench, towering over you in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants.
“Fine,” he said, though his tone was still hesitant. “Just food. Nothing more. And we keep it short, okay?”
Your face lit up instantly. A bright, genuine smile spread across your lips as you nodded quickly.
“Okay! There’s a nice café just around the corner. They have really good pasta and sandwiches.”
Mingi nodded quietly and started walking beside you. He kept a small but noticeable distance between the two of you, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Even though he agreed, his guard was still up.
In his mind, this was a bad idea. You were too young. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh and walk away.
As the two of you walked toward the café, You stole glances at him every few steps, happy just to be in his company again.
Mingi had barely taken a few steps when you suddenly walked ahead of him, turning around to face him while walking backwards. A bright, playful smile lit up your face as you tried to keep the mood light.
“So… what’s your interest, Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. “Like, what do you like doing in your free time?”
You almost tripped over a small crack on the sidewalk but caught yourself with a small laugh, still looking at him expectantly. The late afternoon sunlight made your eyes sparkle with genuine interest. Even though he had set clear boundaries, you couldn’t help wanting to know more about him.
Mingi watched you with a mix of amusement and mild concern. Walking backwards while talking to someone wasn’t exactly the safest thing, especially when you looked this carefree.
“Careful,” he said, reaching out slightly as if ready to steady you. “You’re going to fall.”
He tucked his hands back into his hoodie pockets and thought for a moment before answering. He couldn’t exactly tell you the truth — that his free time often involved filming explicit content or recovering from long shoots.
“I like… quiet things,” he replied carefully. “Listening to music, playing video games, going to the gym. Nothing too crazy.”
He kept his answer simple and safe, glancing at you as you continued walking backwards in front of him. Your oversized t-shirt swayed with each step, and your youthful energy was impossible to ignore.
“What about you?” he asked, gently turning the question back to you. “First year in Seoul, what do you enjoy doing?”
Even though he was keeping the conversation going, his tone stayed neutral — friendly, but with clear emotional distance. In his head, he kept reminding himself, Just a kid. Don’t get too comfortable.
You smiled wider, happy that he was actually engaging.
my ass Now that it's out there, for the people who said yes, please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts about it. Before I get sent to jail for this... }:‑)
if I cut you off, it just means I care ; Y/n first attempt at experiencing college life leads her to a noisy club where she meets Mingi — a strikingly handsome 26-year-old with a soft smile and gentle demeanor that instantly draws her in.
Warning : Mingi!friend? x fem!reader ( barely legal ) , MDNI 18+? , college, Mature, Slow Burn, uncertain ending, Age Gap Relationship ( 8 years ) , fluff, Found Family, Unconditional Love, Personal Growth, heavy Angst, attachment issues, borderline illegal .
unsvripted ; And I swear, I'm ready to hear your opinions. That's why I'm asking you guys to let me know if I should continue this or not. I don't know, man... (+_+) Just let me know if this interests you or nah. 'Cause I don't want to be labeled as problematic 😭 I know it shouldn't really concern me because you guys don't know me personally, but still...
You were a fresh first-year college student, an English major, and this was your first time truly being on your own. At eighteen, the idea of freedom felt both exciting and terrifying.
It was a Friday night, just past 7 PM, and the club was already pulsing with life. Clubbing had never been your thing, but your new friends had dragged you along, insisting that this was part of the college experience. So here you were — sitting at a circular table with a mix of fellow first-years and a few seniors, nursing a drink whose name you had already forgotten. You’d only taken a few sips. The bitter taste made your nose wrinkle with every swallow.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed wildly, and one by one, your friends disappeared into the crowd — laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos. Soon, you were left alone at the table, feeling small and out of place.
You wanted to join them. You really did. But dancing with strangers, surrounded by the thick smell of smoke, weed, cheap perfume, and sweat, felt overwhelming. This wasn’t what you had imagined when you thought about experiencing college life. It wasn’t fun at all.
That’s when your eyes landed on him.
He was sitting alone at the bar, quietly sipping his drink. Even from a distance, he stood out. His side profile was striking — soft yet strikingly handsome, almost ethereal under the shifting club lights. He looked young, with a gentle, boyish charm that made your heart skip. He didn’t seem like the typical club guy. He looked… friendly. Approachable.
Maybe he’s my age, you thought.
Before you could overthink it, you stood up, still clutching your barely-touched drink, and walked over. You had never made the first move like this before, but tonight felt different. Your friends had abandoned you, and something about him made you want to take the risk. Worst case? You’d never see him again.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
“Hi…” you said awkwardly.
He didn’t react at first, then turned his head, as if making sure you were actually talking to him.
“Um… hi,” he replied, his voice calm and slightly deep.
“I’m Y/N,” you said, trying to sound casual. “What’s your name?”
“Mingi.”
You nodded, smiling shyly. “Are you here alone?”
“Yeah, I am. How about you?” he asked, glancing at you.
“I came with my friends, but they all went dancing and left me behind,” you admitted with a small laugh.
He nodded understandingly. You continued, “You look really young… that’s why I got the courage to approach you, honestly.” You smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Mingi raised an eyebrow, amused. “You don’t have company? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
You shook your head, smiling. “Nah. Never been in a relationship before.”
He looked visibly surprised. His eyes drifted over your white sundress — cute and
completely out of place in a club full of short skirts and tight outfits.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
You furrowed your brows offended. “Well, excuse me. You’re wearing a checkered shirt over a white t-shirt with baggy pants. You don’t exactly look like you belong in a club either.”
He let out a soft chuckle. The mood lightened.
“So… how old are you?” you asked, genuinely curious. “I thought we might be the same age. Are you in college too? You look like a student.”
Mingi smiled, a gentle but knowing smile.
“I’m 26.”
Your eyes widened in genuine shock.
“Twenty-six?!”
You had assumed 20 or 21 at most. He didn’t look a day over 22. The age gap hit you harder than expected, but you tried to play it cool.
“Wow… you look really young,” you said, almost laughing at how wrong you’d been.
Mingi tilted his head slightly, studying you with newfound interest.
“And you?” he asked.
“I’m 18,” you answered.
For a moment, his expression went blank. The easy smile faded as the reality of your age settled between you.
His blank expression made your stomach twist — maybe you shouldn’t have said your real age. But you didn’t want the conversation to die, so you pushed through the discomfort.
“You look really young for your age though… like seriously, you don’t look 26 at all,” you said, offering a shy smile.
Mingi’s expression softened. He let out a small chuckle and leaned back slightly, suddenly shifting into a gentle, almost older-brother vibe.
“Thanks,” he replied casually, the corner of his lips turning up. “I get that a lot. Good genes, I guess.”
You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem annoyed or weirded out anymore. Emboldened, you continued.
“So… you’re working then, yeah? What’s your job?”
Mingi paused.
It was a short pause, barely noticeable, but his fingers tightened slightly around his glass. His real life flashed through his mind — the late-night shoots, the collabs with both guys and girls, the thousands of followers who knew him under a different name on X. He had been in the industry since he was 23. He was actually quite famous now. But telling an innocent-looking 18-year-old girl in a white sundress that he was a porn star? Yeah, that wasn’t happening tonight.
“I work at a call center,” he said smoothly, flashing that same soft, disarming smile.
You bought it immediately. With his baby face, gentle eyes, and quiet charm, he looked like the last person who would do anything wild for a living.
“Oh really?” you said, tilting your head. “That must be tiring. You do call center work at night?”
Mingi nodded, playing along easily.
“Yeah, night shifts mostly. It’s not too bad. Pays the bills and gives me time during the day. What about you? First year, right?"
You lit up a little at the question, happy he was keeping the conversation going.
“Yeah… just started this semester. It’s been overwhelming but exciting. This is actually my first time clubbing,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Clearly not my scene.”
Mingi glanced around the loud club, then back at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a second longer than before.
“You seem too sweet for this place,” he said, almost to himself.
Your cheeks warmed at his words. Gathering a bit more courage, you continued the conversation.
“I actually don’t live here in Seoul,” you said. “I’m from Busan. Do you live here? I mean… around this city?”
You tried to sound casual, but deep down you really hoped he lived nearby. Even though he was 26 and you had just met, something about him made you want to see him again — maybe as friends, or at least talk to him one more time. He felt different from the chaotic energy around you.
Mingi opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer, two girls suddenly appeared beside your table.
“Y/N! There you are!” Sophia called out, slightly out of breath from dancing. Yunjin was right behind her, already grabbing your arm.
“Come on, it’s time to go home. We promised we wouldn’t stay too late for your first night out,” Yunjin said, tugging you gently but firmly.
You panicked a little. The conversation was just starting to feel comfortable, and now it was being cut short so abruptly. You didn’t even know how to say goodbye properly.
“Uh…” You turned back to Mingi, feeling awkward. “It was really nice talking to you, Mingi.”
You gave him a shy, genuine smile, hoping he could see you meant it.
Sophia and Yunjin were already nagging behind you. “Hurry up, Y/N! The taxi’s waiting outside!”
Mingi simply nodded, his expression calm but with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Take care, Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle. “Get home safe.”
You gave him one last glance before letting your friends pull you away. As you walked out of the club with them, the cool night air hit your face. The loud music faded behind you, but your mind stayed stuck on him — his soft voice, his surprisingly young-looking face, and the way he smiled.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever see Mingi again.
It had been exactly one week since that night at the club.
The past seven days had been a whirlwind for you. As a first-year English major, you were drowning in orientation activities, syllabus readings, group projects, and adjusting to life away from Busan. Everything felt new and overwhelming, but you were slowly settling. Still, in the quiet moments — especially at night — your mind would drift back to Mingi. His soft smile. His calm voice. The way he looked at you.
On the other hand, Mingi had barely thought about you at all.
His week had been the usual, back-to-back shoots and collabs. Fucking one day, recovering the next, then doing it all over again. Cash came in steadily, and that was what mattered. He had completely forgotten about the shy 18-year-old in the white sundress. Even if he did remember, he had no interest in seeing you again. The age gap felt wrong — borderline illegal in his mind. Once you told him you were 18, you became nothing more than a kid to him.
Right now, Mingi was sitting on a quiet park bench, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His long legs were stretched out as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for a reply from his next collab partner — @topswimmer_2025, a straight guy who was open to anything depending on the offer. No message yet. He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench, enjoying the fresh air while he waited.
You had just finished filming a short exercise performance video for one of your classes near the park fountain. Slightly sweaty but in a good mood, you wore grey sweatpants and a black oversized graphic t-shirt, your hair tied up messily. As you walked back toward your apartment, something — someone — caught your eye.
There he was.
Sitting alone on the bench, looking effortlessly handsome even in casual clothes. Your heart jumped.
Without thinking twice, you changed direction and walked straight toward him, a bright smile spreading across your face.
“Ya… Mingi!” you called out cheerfully.
Mingi looked up from his phone, startled. The moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
You stopped in front of him, still smiling. “It’s really you! I can’t believe I ran into you again.”
He stared at you for a second, clearly caught off guard. The innocent, excited look on your face only reminded him how young you were.
“…Y/N,” he said slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Hey.”
There was a noticeable pause. He didn’t seem nearly as warm as he did that night at the club.
You didn’t notice the slight tension in his voice. You were too happy about this unexpected second meeting. Even though he looked a little surprised, you kept smiling and stepped closer.
“Are you… meeting someone?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head.
Mingi glanced down at his phone for a split second before looking back at you. He was still waiting for that collab reply, but he obviously couldn’t tell you that.
“Yeah… kind of,” he answered vaguely.
You nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding, “I was just about to go home after filming my class project… but I’m really glad I saw you again.”
Your voice was soft and sincere. You couldn’t hide the little spark of excitement in your eyes. Even after a whole week, he still looked just as handsome as you remembered — maybe even more so in the daylight, with his black hoodie and relaxed posture.
Mingi stayed quiet for a moment, studying your face. Your oversized graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants made you look even younger than he remembered.
He let out a quiet breath and gave you a gentle but distant smile.
“That’s nice,” he replied, keeping his tone light but clearly guarded. “Small world, I guess.”
He didn’t ask how you’d been. He didn’t offer to catch up. The warmth from your first conversation at the club was noticeably missing now.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit awkward but still hopeful. Even though Mingi seemed a little distant, you didn’t want to let the moment slip away.
“Did you get stood up?” you asked teasingly, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Mingi blinked, caught off guard by your bold question. A small, amused huff escaped him, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Something like that,” he muttered, glancing at his phone again.
You took a small breath and continued, trying to sound casual even though your heart was beating faster.
“Um… are you free?”
The question hung in the air between you. For a few seconds, Mingi didn’t answer. He looked at you — really looked, bright and hopeful eyes. You looked every bit the innocent first-year college student you were.
He felt a flicker of discomfort. This was exactly why he had decided not to think about you again. You were too young. Too pure. And he was… well, he was him. .
Mingi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Y/N…” he started, his voice was gentle, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“You seem like a really sweet girl, but I’m 26. You’re 18. I’m not looking for anything right now, especially not with someone your age.”
His tone was kind, but the rejection was clear.
Even so, you stood there, still looking at him with those wide, hopeful eyes.
Of course he’d say that, you thought. In your silly little mind, you already knew it was coming. Still, you really didn’t want to walk away just yet. Something about him made you want to stay a little longer, even if it was just for a few more minutes.
You bit your lip nervously, then spoke before you could overthink it.
“Just eat…” you said softly, almost mumbling. “I mean… just eat with me? There’s a small café nearby. Nothing serious. We can just talk for a bit… as friends?”
Your voice came out more hopeful than you intended. You fiddled with the hem of your oversized graphic t-shirt, cheeks warming with embarrassment. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. This felt like the only chance you might get to see him again.
Mingi looked at you for a long moment. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the way you were trying so hard to act casual while clearly nervous. Part of him wanted to stand up and leave right then — it would be the responsible thing to do. But another part of him felt a tiny bit guilty turning you down so coldly when you looked this hopeful.
He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N…” he started, clearly conflicted. “I really shouldn’t…”
You smiled shyly, refusing to give up just yet.
“Come on… who even says no to food, right?” you added, your voice light and playful, though your fingers were still nervously twisting the hem of your oversized t-shirt.
Mingi stared at you, caught between amusement and disbelief. Your persistence was strangely endearing, even if it made him uncomfortable. He let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his hair again.
“You’re really not making this easy,” he muttered, half to himself.
He glanced down at his phone one last time. Still no reply from @topswimmer_2025. The collab was probably not happening anytime soon.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally stood up from the bench, towering over you in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants.
“Fine,” he said, though his tone was still hesitant. “Just food. Nothing more. And we keep it short, okay?”
Your face lit up instantly. A bright, genuine smile spread across your lips as you nodded quickly.
“Okay! There’s a nice café just around the corner. They have really good pasta and sandwiches.”
Mingi nodded quietly and started walking beside you. He kept a small but noticeable distance between the two of you, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Even though he agreed, his guard was still up.
In his mind, this was a bad idea. You were too young. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh and walk away.
As the two of you walked toward the café, You stole glances at him every few steps, happy just to be in his company again.
Mingi had barely taken a few steps when you suddenly walked ahead of him, turning around to face him while walking backwards. A bright, playful smile lit up your face as you tried to keep the mood light.
“So… what’s your interest, Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. “Like, what do you like doing in your free time?”
You almost tripped over a small crack on the sidewalk but caught yourself with a small laugh, still looking at him expectantly. The late afternoon sunlight made your eyes sparkle with genuine interest. Even though he had set clear boundaries, you couldn’t help wanting to know more about him.
Mingi watched you with a mix of amusement and mild concern. Walking backwards while talking to someone wasn’t exactly the safest thing, especially when you looked this carefree.
“Careful,” he said, reaching out slightly as if ready to steady you. “You’re going to fall.”
He tucked his hands back into his hoodie pockets and thought for a moment before answering. He couldn’t exactly tell you the truth — that his free time often involved filming explicit content or recovering from long shoots.
“I like… quiet things,” he replied carefully. “Listening to music, playing video games, going to the gym. Nothing too crazy.”
He kept his answer simple and safe, glancing at you as you continued walking backwards in front of him. Your oversized t-shirt swayed with each step, and your youthful energy was impossible to ignore.
“What about you?” he asked, gently turning the question back to you. “First year in Seoul, what do you enjoy doing?”
Even though he was keeping the conversation going, his tone stayed neutral — friendly, but with clear emotional distance. In his head, he kept reminding himself, Just a kid. Don’t get too comfortable.
You smiled wider, happy that he was actually engaging.
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