Hayleana

A Change Of Heart

MDNI

collegestudent!reader x jerk!mingyu

wc: 2.4k

a/n: sorry for not posting in a while !

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In the bustling halls of Yonsei University, Mingyu seemed to be the epitome of the perfect jerk. His charming smile could light up a room, and his playful banter had a way of making girls swoon. Yet, behind that charismatic facade, he was arrogant, impulsive, and, frankly, a complete pain. Your friends would often roll their eyes, sharing knowing glances as he strutted around, acting like he owned the place. You, however, remained immune to his charms. Or so you thought.

"Mingyu's at it again," Jenna, your best friend, whispered, elbowing you as she pointed toward the crowd where Mingyu and his friends were causing a ruckus.

You observed him from a distance, standing in the center of his entourage like a king among peasants. It made your blood boil. "Why does he even try?" you mumbled, shaking your head.

"Because he's Mingyu," Jenna replied, giggling as she watched him turn his attention toward you. "He has a soft spot for you, you know."

“More like a bullseye,” you retorted, crossing your arms. You could feel his gaze prickling against you like a heatwave.

Mingyu sauntered over, a confident grin plastered across his face. "Hey, why so serious? You should lighten up," he said, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe because you're annoying."

"Ouch. That stings!" he laughed, feigning hurt. "Come on, don’t tell me you’re still mad about last week when I beat you at that game?"

You shook your head. "It's not just that, Mingyu. You’re a jerk, and your tricks don’t work on me."

"Tricks? Me? I’m just being charming," he winked, leaning closer as if sharing a sweet secret.

Your heart raced, but you swallowed the flutter and stood your ground. "Trust me, it’s not charming. It’s just… sad."

“Sad? Think of it as my unique way of showing interest,” he retorted playfully, undeterred.

His friends snickered behind him as you felt frustration bubble within. “You know what? Just leave me alone. I’m not interested in jerks, no matter how charming they think they are.”

A beat of silence fell between the two of you, the subtle tension crackling in the air. Mingyu’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something else in his eyes—hurt?

“Okay,” he replied quietly, backing away. "If that’s what you want…"

For a moment, you felt a pang of regret. But you brushed it aside. You couldn’t allow yourself to get caught in his games. You turned on your heel and walked away, heart pounding, but relieved to finally stand up to him.

The next few days passed in a haze. You tried to focus on your studies and hobbies, but your mind kept wandering back to the encounter with Mingyu. Your friends noticed the change in your mood, and Jenna was quick to bring it up.

“Are you okay? You seem a little… off,” she probed one lunch break.

“Honestly, I just—I’m so done with Mingyu’s antics,” you confessed, stabbing your fork into your salad. “He thinks he can charm me just because he’s popular. It’s exhausting.”

“I get it, but you have to admit, he’s persistent. He must really like you,” Jenna replied, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“Who cares? I’ve told him no, and I mean it.”

But, as the week dragged on, you began to notice you missed him—his obnoxious confidence, the banter, even the way he could make you laugh despite your better judgment. The tension was palpable, and it surprised you how much you longed for his presence.

Then, one afternoon, as you left your last class, you unexpectedly ran into Mingyu by the lockers. He stood there, leaning against the metal frame, arms crossed, looking a bit lost.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice softer than usual.

You hesitated but replied, “Hey.”

“You… okay?” He glanced away, avoiding your gaze. It was unlike his usual bravado.

“I’m fine,” you replied, trying to sound disinterested, even as you felt a rush of emotion stirring within you.

“Listen, about what you said the other day…” he began, pushing himself off the locker and straightening. “I really didn’t mean to come off as a jerk. I was just trying to, well, get your attention.”

“Well, you’ve got it,” you shot back, surprising even yourself.

He run a hand through his hair in frustration. “Can we start over? I promise I won’t be a jerk. I want to show you I can be… better.”

You held his gaze, searching for sincerity in his words. There was something about his earnestness that pulled at you, and for the first time, you wondered if perhaps you had misjudged him.

“Okay,” you conceded, a small smile creeping up your lips against your will. “But no more ‘charming’ attempts, Mingyu. Just be yourself.”

He grinned, and you felt an inexplicable warmth at the corners of your heart. Maybe, just maybe, his intentions were more genuine than you had thought.

As the days turned into weeks, you and Mingyu started spending more time together. He seemed to put in genuine effort to show you a side of him that was softer and more thoughtful—no more cocky comments or arrogance. One evening, while studying at a local café, you found yourself laughing freely, truly enjoying his company.

You placed your pencil down, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “I can’t believe you actually did that!” You giggled, recalling one of his ridiculous childhood stories.

“Hey, I was just a kid!” he defended, chuckling along. “But it’s who I am now. I’m trying to show you that I’m not just some jerk.”

“And I appreciate it,” you replied softly, the intimacy of the moment washing over you.

There was a moment of silence, a palpable tension enveloping you both as his gaze locked onto yours, that same old spark of chemistry igniting once again. Unlike before, it didn’t feel antagonistic. This time, it felt warm—inviting.

“Can I… kiss you?” he asked suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his question caught you off guard.

“Yes,” you breathed, your heart racing as he leaned in. The moment his lips touched yours, it felt electric. It was soft and tentative, but there was an urgency buried beneath it, a longing to bridge the gap that had held you apart for so long.

As the kiss deepened, you melted against him, feeling everything you had held back; the sweetness of his charm and the warmth of his body enveloping you as he pulled you into his arms.

“Wanna go to my place?”

Mingyu leaned in, his lips tracing a scorching path along your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below your ear. You arched your back, gasping at the sensation, your nails digging into the couch cushions. His hands roamed down your body, unbuttoning your shirt with a deftness that spoke of his eagerness, yet never once breaking the spell of his kisses. Each button released was a whispered promise of what was to come, each inch of skin revealed a new chapter in the story of your desire.

When your shirt was open, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of you, his eyes devouring the curves of your body as if you were a masterpiece. He cupped your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks, eliciting a soft whimper from your lips. You could feel your body responding to his touch, your skin tightening with need, your nipples begging for more. He leaned down, capturing one with his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing as you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

He stood, pulling you up with him, and you stepped out of your shoes, the cool floor a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. He guided you down the hallway, his hand on the small of your back, a silent promise that he would lead you to where you both wanted to be. The bedroom door creaked open, revealing a space bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The scent of vanilla filled the air, a sweet aroma that seemed to envelop you both as you stepped over the threshold. The bed was large and inviting, the sheets a crisp white that starkly contrasted with the dark tones of the room.

Mingyu turned to face you, his eyes dark with lust. He took your hand and led you to the edge of the bed, his other hand unbuckling his belt, his sweatpants falling to the floor. He was beautiful in his vulnerability, his need for you mirrored in every line of his body. You reached for the button of your own pants, but he stopped you, a smoldering smile playing on his lips. "Let me," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress that had you melting into a puddle of desire. He knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours as he unzipped your pants and pulled them down, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your thighs.

The anticipation was unbearable, the tension between you a living, breathing entity that demanded to be sated. You stepped out of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, which he took his sweet time removing. His eyes raked over your naked body, a silent testament to his appreciation. He kissed his way up your legs, each kiss leaving a mark of fire, until he reached the juncture of your thighs. You felt yourself growing wetter, your body ready and willing for his touch. He paused, looking up at you with a question in his eyes, and you nodded, unable to form words.

With a gentle tug, he removed your panties, tossing them aside. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin, before he leaned in and kissed you intimately. The sensation was overwhelming, a jolt of pleasure that had you gripping the bedpost for support. He took his time, exploring every inch of you with his mouth, his tongue dipping and swirling in a dance that had your knees threatening to give out. You could feel your orgasm building, a crescendo that grew louder with each passing second.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, you pushed him away and climbed onto the bed, pulling him with you. He didn't resist, his own need clear in the way he kissed you, his hands roaming over your body with an urgency that matched yours. You reached for the hem of his boxers, pulling them down and freeing his erection. You took him in your hand, marveling at his size, before guiding him to your entrance. He hovered there for a moment, his eyes searching yours, and then with a deep, guttural groan, he pushed into you, filling you completely.

The sensation was like nothing you had ever felt before, a perfect union of bodies and souls that had you crying out his name. He moved slowly at first, giving your body time to adjust to his size, his movements deliberate and measured. Each thrust was a declaration of his desire, a silent promise that he would give you everything you needed. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. His hands found your hips, holding you in place as he picked up the pace, his rhythm setting the beat to the symphony of your passion.

The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, a primal music that seemed to resonate with the very walls. The bed rocked beneath you, a testament to the intensity of your love making. You could feel your climax approaching, a tingling in your toes that traveled up your spine and exploded in your core. Mingyu's eyes never left yours, his gaze holding you captive as he brought you to the edge and pushed you over. You screamed his name, your nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

He followed you, his own release a powerful crescendo that had his body tensing and his eyes rolling back in his head. He collapsed onto you, his breath hot against your neck, his heart pounding in time with yours. For a moment, you lay there, tangled in the sheets, lost in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across the room that danced over your sweat-slicked skin.

As your breathing slowly returned to normal, Mingyu rolled over, pulling you with him so that you were nestled in the crook of his arm. He kissed the top of your head, his hand tracing idle patterns on your back. "I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice a warm rumble in the quiet of the room. You snuggled closer, feeling his words resonate deep within you. This moment, this connection, was everything you had ever hoped for.

You whispered your own confession into the darkness, your voice a soft, contented sigh. "Me too." The words hung in the air, a promise of more nights like this, more moments of unbridled passion and love. He tightened his hold on you, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. "We have all the time in the world," he said, his voice filled with certainty. And in that moment, as the candles burned low and the night stretched out before you, it felt like you truly did.

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Opposites Attract

MDNI

word count: 1,704

a/n: as I was writing this I realised most of my fics are school plot

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You had always been the studious one, the kind of student who could ace exams without breaking a sweat. Mingyu, on the other hand, was the quintessential class clown—loud, unpredictable, and always the center of attention. His antics had made him a legend in your high school, but you never expected the two of you would ever spend time together outside of class.

However, that all changed when the teacher announced mandatory tutoring sessions for struggling students. To your surprise, the person assigned to your group was none other than Mingyu himself. You were apprehensive about it at first; after all, you knew how he could be. Would he be serious about his studies, or just use the time as another opportunity for jokes and laughter?

The first few sessions were exactly what you expected. Mingyu would arrive with a quick grin and a barrage of puns that could make anyone groan. You would roll your eyes and get back to work, trying to make the most of your time with him. But slowly, as the days passed, you began to appreciate his humor more. Beneath the façade of the class clown, you discovered a more thoughtful side to Mingyu. He wanted to improve, and with your help, he actually started to.

Your meetings eventually shifted from awkward and frustrating to enjoyable and filled with banter. You would laugh at his silly jokes and tease him about his notorious reputation, while he would engage attentively with the material, even occasionally asking for clarification on topics he found difficult. It was surprising how he could change from a playful joker to a focused student in the span of just a few minutes.

One Wednesday afternoon, as winter settled in and the sun began to set early, you both found yourselves deep into a particularly challenging math problem in the quiet confines of the local library. You were seated at a large, wooden table illuminated by the soft glow of a desk lamp, surrounded by bookshelves stacked high with novels and textbooks.

"Okay, explain this part again," Mingyu said, resting his head on one hand, his expression half-focused, half-exasperated. Your fingers traced the numbers on the paper as you explained the concept of quadratic equations.

“Imagine it like a jump,” you said, enthusiastically drawing an exaggerated parabola in the air with your free hand. “When you throw a ball, it goes up, then comes down. The highest point is the maximum value, and the whole trajectory is shaped like a curve, just like this.”

Mingyu mimicked your hand movements, a smirk dancing on his lips. “So you’re saying if I throw a ball really hard, I’ll pass this math test?”

You laughed. “If only it were that simple.”

The hours flew by, marked only by the ticking clock on the wall and the occasional rustle of paper. You had both lost track of time. It wasn't until the library announced its closing for the night that you realized how late it had gotten.

"Oh no, we're locked in!" Mingyu exclaimed, looking around furtively as you both realized the entrance doors were indeed shut tight. "What are we going to do? We’ll be trapped here forever!"

“Calm down,” you said, trying to mask your unease with a shrug. “We’ll just wait for someone to come back and let us out.”

“Yeah, right,” Mingyu said, plopping down in a chair dramatically. “I’d probably just start doing my stand-up routine to keep myself entertained until then.”

The playful banter continued as you both settled into the unexpected situation, and soon, you found yourselves in a comfortable silence surrounded by the stories that lined the walls of the library. But in that quiet moment, Mingyu turned to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Since it’s just us here, do you want to hear a secret?” he asked, leaning closer with intrigue. There was a moment of tension, a thin line drawn between the humor and seriousness you both shared.

“A secret? From you?” you teased. “I’m not sure I trust you to keep it.”

Mingyu feigned offense. “I promise! No jokes. Just… honest.”

“Alright, then,” you said, your interest piqued. “Let’s hear it.”

“I think you’re really smart,” he said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “And I mean, smart-smart. Like, you get all the answers and I can barely figure out which number comes next.”

You blinked, taken aback by the honesty in that statement. “That’s sweet of you to say, but it’s just studying.”

"But you study because you care," he replied, sincerity etched on his face. “You don’t just do it to get grades… you want to help others, too.”

His gaze was steady, and for a moment, the classroom antics and the laughter faded away. It was just the two of you—Mingyu and you caught in an unexpected act of vulnerability. You felt a warmth rise within you, something you hadn’t anticipated.

“Mingyu…” you began, unsure of where this conversation was leading. But before you could finish your thought, he shifted closer, the distance between you shrinking until it felt electric.

“Mingyu!” you exclaimed, half in surprise, half in protest, yet your heart raced with an excitement you couldn’t quite analyze.

“I’ve been thinking…” he murmured, inching even closer, his face a mere breath away from yours. “Maybe I’ve been hiding behind jokes and laughter… but I really like spending time with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his honesty washed over you. It was unexpected but refreshing. In that moment, the world around you melted away until it was just the two of you, the quiet library filled with unspoken possibilities.

And then he leaned in.

The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration filled with the hope and curiosity that had been building up over your shared laughter and late-night study sessions. As his lips brushed against yours, the world seemed to stand still. It felt like the climax of a romantic movie—two unlikely characters drawn together by the most unexpected circumstances, finding a connection they never knew was possible.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, you knew that this moment would redefine everything. Mingyu’s expression shifted from the playful, buoyant energy that was so familiar to him to an earnest vulnerability that left you speechless.

With newfound determination, you guided his hand back to where you had left off. As his fingers traced the sensitive folds of your skin, you couldn't help but moan in delight. He teased and pleasured you until your body was quivering with anticipation.

Just as you were about to reach your peak, Mingyu gently turned you around and lowered you onto one of the library tables. The bookshelves loomed over you, their silent pages bearing witness to your stolen passion. Mingyu entered you slowly and deliberately, his every thrust setting off fireworks within your body.

You cried out in ecstasy as he filled you completely. Your nails dug into his back as he pounded into you, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance that sent shockwaves through both of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer until you could feel every inch of his hardness within you.

The climax hit you both like a tidal wave. You screamed out in pleasure as Mingyu's seed erupted deep inside of you, mingling with your own sweet fluids. He collapsed on top of you, exhausted but still buzzing with the afterglow of your shared passion.

As you lay there entwined in each other's arms, you realized that your hidden love for Mingyu had blossomed into something more profound. It was a love that transcended the confines of the library and the boundaries of your wildest dreams.

With the first glimmer of dawn, Mingyu helped you to your feet and kissed you softly. 'I never would have imagined this,' he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. 'But I'm so glad it happened.'

You smiled up at him, your heart filled with a joy that you had never known. 'Me too, Mingyu,' you replied. 'Me too.'


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study session

MDNI

Synopsis: student!reader comes over the study with her best friend, but comes in contact with her older brother mingyu instead

a/n: this has been in the drafts for like a week and it’s still not proofread…

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The late afternoon sun poured through the trees outside, casting playful shadows on the sidewalk as you made your way to your best friend’s house. Your heart raced with anticipation; studying for upcoming exams could be tedious, but at least you had your best friend, Mina, by your side to help make the time more enjoyable. You pushed open the gate, its creaky hinges announcing your arrival. You had been here countless times before, but today felt different.

You knocked gently on the door, noting the way your palms slightly dampened with sweat. Being shy made moments like these even more nerve-wracking; you had always struggled to make your presence felt around others, even those you were close to.

After a few moments, when there was still no answer, you checked your phone. As expected, there was a message from Mina. "Running a little late! Can you let yourself in?" You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open and stepping into the familiar warmth of her home.

“Hello?” you called out, but the sounds of the house were drowned by the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint chirping of birds outside. You were met with a silence that felt almost oppressive. You slipped off your shoes and wandered into the living room, glancing at the clock. You still had some time before Mina arrived. With a small sigh, you decided to gather your books and materials from your bag to settle in for what would likely be a long study session.

As you organized your things on the coffee table, a light shuffle of footsteps echoed down the hallway before a tall figure stepped into view.

“Mingyu?” you blurted out, surprised.

Mingyu, Mina’s older brother, stood before you like a vision: tousled dark hair framing his handsome face, his fit physique accentuated by a loose T-shirt and jogger pants. He blinked at you, an amused smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

You stammered, “M-Mina said she’d be late, so I came to study.” Your cheeks heated as you noticed how his gaze lingered on your face.

His expression shifted to one of understanding, “Ah, okay. Well, if you need anything, just let me know. I’m just about to head to the kitchen to grab a snack.” He turned to walk away, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. His casual demeanor was enough to make you both nervous and excited at the same time.

“I—uh—do you want some help?” you offered, surprising even yourself with the invitation. The words spilled from your lips before you could think about the implications.

He paused and turned to face you fully. “Sure, if you want to help! I could always use an extra set of hands.” His grin widened, and your heart raced.

As you followed him into the kitchen, you couldn’t shake the feeling of exhilaration mixed with anxiety. You watched as he rummaged through the pantry, pulling out a bag of chips. “You want some?” he asked, holding the bag up.

“Um, yeah, sure.” You took a chip, feeling the heat of his body so close to yours. You stood by the counter, unsure of where to look. The tension in the air was palpable, and each passing second felt like an eternity.

Mingyu leaned casually against the counter, his arm brushing against yours, sending shivers down your spine. “So how’s studying going for you? I’ve heard it’s pretty intense this time of year.”

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Y-Yeah, it’s been… tough. I’m really trying to get good grades.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered under his gaze. He looked at you with curiosity, as if you were something more interesting than the bag of chips between you.

“I get that. School can be rough. But you’ve got this,” he encouraged, his tone sincere. Hearing him speak to you that way made your heart flutter even more. Maybe Mingyu wasn’t just Mina’s brother; he was genuinely kind—a trait not often seen, especially in college boys.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” you managed to say, rubbing your arms anxiously.

After a few more moments of small talk, the initial awkwardness melted away slightly as you found a rhythm in conversation. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something electric in the air, a tension that both thrilled and terrified you.

“I should probably get back to studying,” you finally said, your voice wavering with uncertainty.

He nodded, “Yeah, I should probably let you focus. I’m going to head back to my room and work on a few things too.” As he spoke, a sudden idea lit up in your mind—a bold impulse that you couldn’t ignore.

“Wait, Mingyu…” you stopped him before he could walk away completely, “Do you want to study with me? I mean, if you have time. We could… help each other?”

His brows rose in surprise, and for a moment, you thought he might decline. But then, his lips curled into a smirk. “You know what? That sounds great. I could use a distraction anyway.” He stepped back into the living room with you, and your heart leaped.

Settling back on the couch, you spread your materials across the coffee table. Mingyu sat beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. You grabbed your textbook and began flipping through the pages, but it was hard to focus with the intoxicating presence sitting beside you.

“Alright, what do you want to start with?” He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. You could hardly concentrate on the questions in front of you.

You took a deep breath, your voice steadying slightly. “Let’s start with math. I could use some help with these equations.”

As you worked together, laughter filled the room. Mingyu had a talent for turning complicated formulas into something more approachable. His enthusiasm was contagious, and soon you found yourself smiling and engaging him more than you had anticipated.

Time slipped by as you dived into the material, the way he explained things making everything seem so easy. However, with each passing moment, you couldn’t help but notice his occasional sideways glance, a spark of mischief in his eye.

“Okay, next question…” You squinted at the paper, trying to keep your focus but feeling dizzy under his gaze.

“I think you're overthinking it,” he said suddenly, causing you to look up. “Just trust yourself.”

His voice was encouraging, sending warmth flooding through you. You let out a nervous chuckle, “Easier said than done, right?”

“Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” He leaned just a bit closer, an intensity in his gaze that made your heart race. “Just look at the problem simply.”

You swallowed, the tension between you becoming unbearable. With a quick glance at him, you realized that you couldn’t ignore the charge in the air; it was intoxicating, and your body reacted with a surprising want that you never expected to feel sitting next to your friend’s brother.

Mingyu’s eyes flickered to your lips, and suddenly the space between you felt impossibly small. You could feel your cheeks heating again, and your breath quickened, but still, a part of you couldn’t look away.

The tension in the room grew thicker as you both succumbed to the heat building between you. Mingyu's kiss grew more urgent, his hands moving with purpose, unbuttoning your shirt one button at a time. His touch sent shivers down your spine, making you forget about the outside world.

The coolness of the fabric against your skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of his palms as they explored your body. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as his hands reached your waist, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your jeans.

Mingyu's eyes searched yours for permission, and you nodded, too lost in the moment to speak. With a smoldering look, he tugged your jeans down, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. Your heart hammered in your chest as he trailed kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone.

The sound of the front door opening sent a jolt of panic through your body. You froze, your eyes wide with shock as the door creaked open.

“no fucking way…”

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MDNI

wordcount: 1,437

a/n: after some thinking i think im gonna be a mingyu writer :)

The bell above the door jingled softly as you adjusted the register. The familiar scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of pastries displayed on the counter. You had been working at Brewed Awakenings for several years, and while your routine had become comfortably monotonous, you had recently noticed a change. A new barista had joined the team—Mingyu.

He was tall, with broad shoulders that were slightly hunched as he focused intently on preparing orders. His dark hair fell just above his eyebrows, and he had a charming smile that made customers blush. Each time he flashed that grin your way, your heart fluttered, and you couldn't help but steal glances at him while you were cleaning up around the shop.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the windows, you both found yourselves alone in the shop for closing duties. The light was dimmer now, and the gentle hum of the espresso machine was the only sound accompanying your thoughts. You couldn’t deny the spark you felt with Mingyu—there was something about the way he moved and how he interacted with customers that drew you in.

“Hey, do you mind taking out the trash?” you asked him, sliding the bag toward him while you wiped down the counter. “I’ll finish cleaning up here.”

“Sure!” he replied, grinning as he grabbed the bag. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he added, “But only if you promise to make me a special drink when I get back.”

“Deal,” you said, unable to suppress a smile in return.

He left, and you took a moment to gather your thoughts. You didn’t just think Mingyu was cute; you were starting to find yourself captivated by him. The way he carried himself, his laughter, the low timbre of his voice... it all made your heart race.

After a minute, he returned, his expression bright as he leaned against the counter. “So, what’s this special drink?”

You paused to think for a moment, biting your lip as a playful idea struck you. “How about a ‘Mingyu Special’? I’ll whip up something just for you.”

“Ooh, I’m curious now,” he said, tilting his head slightly, his attention entirely on you.

You busied yourself behind the espresso machine, carefully choosing each ingredient, the flurry of emotions inside you mimicking the steam rising from the spout. You were mixing a blend of espresso, steamed milk, and a hint of caramel drizzle. As you worked, you could feel his gaze on you, and it sent shivers down your spine.

“Here you go,” you said finally, sliding the cup across the counter toward him. “What do you think?”

Mingyu took a sip, his eyes lighting up. “Wow, this is amazing! You really know your stuff,” he complimented, and a flush of pride warmed your cheeks.

“Thanks! I’ve had a lot of practice,” you replied, leaning against the counter casually.

The two of you continued to chat as the night progressed, your laughter filling the small shop. Every so often, you’d catch him stealing glances at you, and each time he did, your heart raced a little faster. The atmosphere was charged, the air thick with unspoken tension.

“Okay, I have to ask,” he said, his tone suddenly serious. “What’s your secret? How do you make coffee taste that good?”

You paused, taken aback by the intensity in his expression. “It’s all in the passion, I guess. You have to really enjoy what you’re doing, or else what’s the point?”

“I get that,” he said, stepping closer. The space between you felt electric now, your breaths mingling in the dim light of the shop. “I really enjoy working here.”

Your heart jumped. “Me too,” you admitted softly, meeting his gaze.

For a moment, the world around you faded. It was just you and Mingyu, two souls drawn to each other in this little coffee shop. And then, as if the air around you thickened, he took a step closer, closing the distance.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” you murmured, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’ve had a crush on you since my first day here,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly. “You’re amazing at your job, and I think you’re really cute.”

Your breathing hitched. “You’ve had a crush on me?”

He nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. “Yeah, and I wasn’t sure how to say it. But now… I think we should do something about it.”

Your heart raced, excitement and nerves intertwining. “What did you have in mind?”

Mingyu stepped even closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Maybe we could—”

Before he could finish, you leaned in, capturing his lips with your own. The kiss started softly, tentative, both of you consumed by the thrill of the moment. But soon it deepened, the warmth of his body pressing against yours, igniting a fire that spread through your veins.

You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and desire. “Wow, I didn’t expect that,” he said breathlessly.

“Neither did I,” you admitted, your heart racing.

He grinned, an infectious smile lighting up his face. “So, what’s next?”

You took a step back, biting your lip as you played coy. “Well, we could close up the shop… and see where the night takes us.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

You nodded slowly, a playful smirk creeping onto your lips. “I think it’s time we take our relationship from coffee shop colleagues to something a little more... personal.”

His smile widened. “I’m all in.”

With the shop closing for the night, you locked the doors, ensuring privacy, leaving only the soothing glow of the fairy lights illuminating the space.

The atmosphere was heightened, your breaths synchronizing with the palpable anticipation in the air. You stood close to him, gazing into his eyes as the silence enveloped you both.

Mingyu reached out, his hand brushing against your hip as he edged closer, grounding himself against your body. The kiss this time was hungry, filled with urgency as he pressed you against the counter, the cool marble contrasting against the heat radiating from your bodies.

You let out a soft gasp as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring your sides, fingers brushing over your curves. You reciprocated, pulling him closer, your fingers tangling in his hair, while the kisses grew more passionate.

“Let’s take this to the back,” he murmured against your lips, a hint of desperation coursing through him.

You pulled away slightly, breathless but excited, and nodded. “Lead the way.”

He took your hand, guiding you through the shop and toward the storage room. The dim light from the small overhead bulb cast shadows on the walls as you entered. The air was thick with desire, and within moments, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips once more.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

“Yes,” you breathed, craving more than just kisses now.

With renewed urgency, he pressed himself against you, his hands exploring your body as he devoured your mouth. You felt yourself melting into him, heat pooling in your core as he kissed his way down to your neck, sending shivers cascading through you. You let out a soft moan, tangling your fingers in his hair as your body responded instinctively.

“Mingyu,” you gasped, your heart racing, as his lips found the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured achingly. In one swift motion, he closed the gap, grounding himself against you as his fingers slipped beneath your clothes, finding you already wet and waiting. His touch sent shockwaves through you, the pressure building with every stroke. Your back arched off the counter, the world outside fading away as you lost yourself in the moment, in him.

“Mingyu,” you cried, your voice echoing off the walls. You could feel the heat in his gaze, the way he watched you as if you were the only thing that mattered. Every flick of his wrist, every brush against you sent you spiraling closer to the edge, and you could see it in his eyes that he wanted to push you over.

With one final thrust of his fingers, that wave of pleasure crashed over you, pulling you down into its depths. You clung to him, gasping for breath, as he kissed you deeply. In the back of that little coffee shop, with nothing and no one else around, you both lost yourself in a world that belonged only to the two of you, a moment in time suspended forever in the echo of every heartbeat.

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a/n: cheol won the poll so here yall go! this is not proofread btw 😪

The loud thump of bass reverberated through the walls of the crowded house, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of cheap cologne, sweat, and the kind of excitement that only came from wild parties. You stood against the wall, nursing a cup of brightly colored punch—more sugary than anything else—and trying to blend into the wallpaper. You were the quintessential wallflower at these events—never the center of attention and never really wanting to be.

But that night, an electric anticipation crackled through the air, and you couldn’t help but glance around. The usual crowd was gathered, laughing and dancing, lost in the haze of youth. Amidst this chaos stood Seungcheol, the school’s golden boy, often referred to as the “playboy.” He was magnetically charming, with dark hair falling perfectly over his forehead and a smile that could make any heart skip a beat. Dressed casually, he had an effortless charisma, seemingly enjoying the company of his friends.

You couldn’t help but watch him from afar. It was an infatuation that came and went, a crush that seemed too daunting to act upon. Just then, Seungcheol looked in your direction, his gaze locking onto yours for a brief moment. Your heart raced, and you quickly turned back to your drink, taking a long gulp to cool your suddenly fired-up cheeks.

As the dancing crowd began to shift and ebb, you felt an urge to escape the confined space by the wall. With a deep breath, you decided to head towards the kitchen for a refill. However, in a twist of fate, you caught your foot on the edge of the carpet and stumbled forward, the cup slipping from your grip. Time slowed as you watched the bright libation arc through the air, and with a sickening finality, it splashed across Seungcheol’s perfectly fitted shirt.

The music blurred into a distant hum as you stood rooted to the spot, mortified. His friends roared with laughter, and you could feel a heat creeping up your neck.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, frantically reaching for paper towels that seemed impossibly far away.

Seungcheol blinked, utterly taken aback as he stared down at his now-stained shirt. But as he looked back up, his expression shifted. Instead of the anger you expected to see, the corner of his mouth curled into a sly smile.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I needed a fresh look anyway.”

Your heart pounded harder in your chest. He was… taking it well?

As your face burned, you bent down to grab some paper towels, muttering apologies. “Really, I’m so clumsy—I—”

“I noticed. But if you wanted my attention, this is definitely one way to do it,” he teased, stepping closer, a playful glint in his eyes.

You froze for a moment. Was he serious? Heat flooded your cheeks once more, and you let out a nervous laugh. “I assure you, that wasn’t my intention.”

“Then what were you doing standing alone in the corner? Don’t you know it’s way more fun to enjoy the party?”

A part of you wanted to hide away again, retreating into the wall. But something about his conviction—to get you out of your shell—pulled you in. He was charming, and there was something oddly magnetic about his confidence.

“I… just like to observe,” you admitted, letting your shoulders relax.

“Observing is good, but living is better. Come on, let’s go dance!” He took your hand, completely disregarding the remnants of your drink across his shirt, as he guided you toward the pulsating dance floor.

You found yourself swept up in the music, a whirlwind of bodies and laughter surrounding you. His laughter rang starkly against your shyness, and slowly, you found your rhythm.

“I never forget a face,” he said after a while, leaning in closer to shout over the music. “But I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Y/N. Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You blushed at the compliment, your heart racing as you danced, your movements growing bolder as his presence influenced you. You felt undeniably drawn to him. His charisma, his effortless energy—it was intoxicating.

As the night wore on and the party reached its peak, you danced under the flashing lights, the connection between you and Seungcheol growing palpable. His free hand gripped your waist, guiding your movements while electricity sparked between you.

When the music finally slowed to a sultry tune, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “This makes me think about how much fun we could have just the two of us.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the implication igniting a fire in your veins. “What do you mean?”

“Why wait until the end of the night? Let’s get out of here,” he suggested, his voice low and inviting.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he stepped back, giving you a moment to decide. The thought of being alone with him sent nervous excitement coursing through you. “Okay,” you finally choked out, the word almost lost in the noise around you.

He took your hand again, leading you out of the crowded house and into the cool, refreshing night. The street was quieter here, a stark contrast to the chaos inside, giving you space to breathe.

“Do you come to parties often?” Seungcheol asked, his gaze fixed on you as you walked side by side.

“Not really. Just… sometimes.”

“I get it,” he nodded. “People expect me to be the life of the party, but I enjoy the quieter moments too.” His gaze lingered on yours, his expression softening as he continued, “I think I’d like to get to know you better—away from the noise.”

You felt your heart flutter as you turned a corner, leading him toward a nearby park. The further you got from the party, the louder the silence became, wrapping around you like a cloak. The intimacy of the night began to sink in, and the decision to come here suddenly felt thrilling.

Seungcheol stopped under a streetlamp, his face illuminated perfectly in the soft glow. “This is much better,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I guess it is,” you replied, your pulse racing, acutely aware of the space between you.

His eyes danced mischievously. “What were you thinking when you spilled that drink on me? Were you trying to initiate a conversation?

You scoffed, your cheeks heating again. “Of course not!”

“Well, I’m really glad you did.”

Before you could respond, he stepped in closer, one hand gathering your hair behind your ear, while his other gripped your waist once more, pulling you against him, your heart hammering in your chest.

Seungcheol lowered his gaze and to your surprise, before you could utter another word, he leaned in and captured your lips with his.

The kiss sent shivers down your spine, electric and warm, awakening every cell in your body. Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, tasting the spark of your newfound chemistry.

His hands roamed from your waist to trace your back, and you melted against him, feeling the heat radiating between your bodies. You’d never been kissed like this before—owning your every thought, your every desire.

When he finally pulled away, you barely had time to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he confessed, his brows raised slightly.

"Really?" You whispered, unable to believe that the choi seungcheol had possible feelings for you.

“Yes really, can we take this a step further..?” He asked cautiously, his expression genuine and polite.

“y-yeah.. I mean sure.” You choked out awkwardly.

His hands began to explore, slipping under your shirt and roaming up your sides, fingers dancing across the soft skin. Goosebumps erupted at his touch, and you instinctively arched your back, craving more of him. Seungcheol paused, slipping your shirt off completely, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you.

“You’re stunning,” he breathed, his fingertips tracing the contours of your body as if he were in awe. The heat in your belly coiled tighter, and you couldn’t help but want him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against you.

He leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over your chest before his lips followed, trailing soft kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Each kiss ignited fires within you, and you squirmed beneath him, desperate for more contact.

“Seungcheol,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. It was a plea, an invitation he was more than ready to accept.

With a smirk, he pulled back slightly, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, his gaze intense and predatory. “You’re going to feel so good,” he promised, his voice dripping with lust.

The heat in your core bloomed as he leaned in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You gasped at the sensation, hands entwining in his hair, guiding him closer as he worked his magic.

He took his time, every lick and kiss deliberate, building the tension until you were writhing beneath him, begging for release. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away, hovering over you with a lust-filled expression.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice a low growl as he sought your eyes, searching for confirmation.

“Yes, please,” you breathed, the urgency spilling from your lips.

With a primal need, he positioned himself above you, sinking into you slowly, cherishing every moment as your bodies connected. You gasped at the sensation, his warmth filling you completely. The world around you faded, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s embrace.

Seungcheol moved, finding a rhythm that left you breathless. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge. You wrapped your legs around him, urging him on, savoring the way he filled you, the way he made you feel alive.

With every movement, the tension mounted until your world erupted in flames, and you called his name, a melody of desire escaping your lips as you reached your climax together.

Both breathless and satisfied, he collapsed next to you, pulling you into his arms, a contented smile dancing on his lips as you basked in the aftermath of your shared passion. It was a night you knew you would never forget, forever etched in your memory as a moment of pure ecstasy with him.

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thank you and yes I’m still taking requests, sorry if this was bad or rushed I saw your ask before I went to bed so I tried to make it quick!

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Mingyu nervously fidgeted with his glasses, feeling out of place at the party. Jun had dragged him here, promising a "life-changing experience," but Mingyu was content with his books and quiet nights in.

Suddenly, Jun thrust a beer into Mingyu's hand, egging him on to take a sip. Mingyu hesitated, but Jun's friends joined in, teasing him mercilessly. That's when you, the star athlete, appeared, your eyes fixed on Mingyu with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

"What's going on here?" you asked, your voice firm.

Mingyu felt a surge of fear. You had always been kind of mean to him, teasing him about his grades and nerdiness.

"Just trying to get Mingyu to lighten up," Jun replied, grinning.

You rolled your eyes. "Leave him alone. He's clearly not interested."

With that, you grabbed Mingyu's arm, pulling him outside into the cool night air. Mingyu stumbled, feeling a mix of relief and confusion.

As you released his arm, Mingyu turned to face you. "Why did you do that?"

Your expression softened, and you looked away, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because, Mingyu, I've had a crush on you for a long time. I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

Mingyu's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever confessed their feelings to him before, especially not someone like you, who had always seemed so intimidating.

He remembered the times where you and your friends had mocked him and used him for the sake of homework, of course he had found you pretty, but he had ruled out any chance of you both being something other than strangers.

its nothing too elaborate, i just had the thought watching mingyu drinking hahaha something along the lines of reader knowing mingyu is the best at drinking in his group of friends and he definitely has the highest tolerance, meanwhile she's kind of a lightweight... but during a party mingyu hosts at his place she tries to impress him (cos reader has a crush on gyu) by matching his pace but gets absolutely shattered... mingyu being a good guy takes care of her even to the next morning and helps her w her hangover and they get to talking and he asks why she did it and reader ends up confessing...

if u wanna change the plot a bit thats cool too id love to read ur take but my basic request is lightweight reader trying to match high tolerance mingyu at drinking 🍻 cheers!

Hello and thank you for the request! I did make a few insignificant changes but I hope this lives up to your expectations!

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glass of confessions

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It was a Friday night and Mingyu was hosting one of his famous house parties. As usual, the beer was flowing freely and the music was blaring. You were there, sipping on your third drink, trying to keep up with Mingyu's legendary alcohol tolerance.

"Come on, (Y/N)! You can do better than that," Mingyu teased, downing another shot without so much as a wince.

You knew you were no match for Mingyu's drinking abilities, but you were determined to at least make a decent showing. "Just you wait, Mingyu. I'm gonna catch up to you in no time," you slurred, already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

As the night wore on, you found yourself getting dizzier and dizzier. Mingyu, ever the attentive host, was quick to notice your struggle.

"Alright, I think that's enough for you, (Y/N)," he said, gently taking the drink out of your hand.

"Nooo," you whined, "I'm fine, I promise."

Mingyu just chuckled and guided you to a quiet corner of the room. "I'm cutting you off for the night. You're in no shape to keep drinking."

You pouted, but you knew Mingyu was right. The room was spinning, and you were having trouble keeping your balance. You decided to just sit down and let Mingyu take care of you.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache and a queasy stomach. Groaning, you opened your eyes to find yourself in an unfamiliar room. It took you a moment to realize you were in Mingyu's guest bedroom.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Mingyu said, walking in with a tray of water, aspirin, and some toast. "How're you feeling?"

"Terrible," you croaked, sitting up slowly. "What happened last night?"

Mingyu chuckled. "Well, you tried your best to keep up with me, but you ended up getting a little too drunk. I brought you up here to rest."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as the memories of the previous night started to come back to you. "Did I... did I do anything embarrassing?"

Mingyu's expression shifted, and he suddenly seemed a bit nervous. "Uh, well, you might have... confessed your feelings to me. While you were drunk."

Your eyes widened, and you buried your face in your hands. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry, Mingyu. I didn't mean to-"

"Hey, it's okay," he interrupted, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm not upset or anything. I actually... I actually feel the same way about you."

You looked up at him, eyes wide. "You do?"

Mingyu nodded, a shy smile spreading across his face. "Yeah. I've had a crush on you for a while now, but I never said anything because I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. "So, you're not... weirded out or anything?"

"Not at all," Mingyu assured you. "I'm just glad you feel the same way."

You couldn't help but smile back at him, your headache momentarily forgotten. "Well, in that case, maybe we could, you know, go out sometime? When I'm not nursing a massive hangover, that is."

Mingyu laughed. "I'd love that. And don't worry, I'll be here to take care of you until you're feeling better."

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wc: 1,045 💩

author’s notes: yall voted gyu so here you go ! I’m gonna start taking requests so pls send me some!!

Mingyu had always had a knack for massage. Even from a young age, he found that he had a natural talent for soothing aches and pains with the gentle, practiced motions of his hands. As he grew older, he decided to turn this skill into a career, training to become a professional masseuse.

Now 27 years old, Mingyu worked at a high-end spa in the heart of the city. He took pride in his work, treating each client with the utmost care and attention. Whether it was working out the kinks in an athlete's muscles or providing a relaxing escape for a busy executive, Mingyu approached every session with the same level of dedication.

One day, a new client walked through the spa's doors. At first glance, Mingyu could tell she was different from his usual clientele. There was an effortless elegance about her, from the way she carried herself to the subtle glow of her skin. As he led her back to the massage room, he found himself stealing occasional glances at her, captivated by her beauty.

"So, what brings you in today?" Mingyu asked as he began to set up the massage table.

"Just looking to unwind a bit," You replied with a soft smile. "It's been a long week."

Mingyu nodded in understanding. "Well, you've come to the right place. I'll make sure you leave here feeling refreshed and relaxed."

You settled onto the table, your silky robe rustling as you got comfortable. Mingyu began the massage, starting with your neck and shoulders. His strong, nimble fingers worked their magic, kneading away the tension with long, soothing strokes.

As he moved down your back, he couldn't help but notice the way your skin seemed to glow under his touch. There was something almost ethereal about you, and Mingyu found himself growing increasingly captivated.

"That feels amazing," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Mingyu replied, his own voice low and smooth.

He continued the massage, his hands expertly navigating the curves of your body. Every so often, his fingertips would graze sensitive areas, eliciting a small shiver from you. Mingyu felt a spark of electricity pass between you, and he knew he was beginning to lose his professional detachment.

Finally, the massage came to an end. Mingyu helped you sit up, his hands lingering on your shoulders for just a moment longer than necessary.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his dark eyes searching your face.

"Wonderful," you breathed, your gaze locked with his. "Thank you, Mingyu."

There was a charged silence as the two of you held each other's stare. Mingyu felt a familiar warmth stirring within him, and before he could stop himself, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

You responded immediately, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair as you deepened the kiss. Mingyu's heart raced as he pulled you closer, all thoughts of propriety forgotten.

Slowly, reluctantly, you broke the kiss, your breathing heavy. "We shouldn't be doing this," you murmured, but there was no conviction in your voice.

"I know," Mingyu admitted, his forehead resting against yours. "But I can't stop thinking about you."

You studied him for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "Then don't."

With that, you pulled him back in, your lips meeting in a passionate, searing kiss. Mingyu's hands roamed your body, caressing and exploring as the kiss grew more heated and desperate.

He gently lowered you back onto the massage table, his body covering yours. You arched up into him, your legs wrapping around his waist as your hands slid under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin.

Mingyu trailed kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh. You let out a soft moan, your nails raking down his back.

"Mingyu..." you breathed, your voice thick with desire.

He answered you with a growl, his hands sliding beneath your robe to caress your heated skin. You shivered at his touch, your body alive with sensation.

Slowly, reverently, Mingyu undressed you, his gaze drinking in every inch of your bare skin. You lay before him, flushed and breathless, and he had to fight the overwhelming urge to simply devour you.

Instead, he trailed feather-light kisses along your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, and across your trembling stomach. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on.

When he finally joined your bodies, it was with a groan of pure bliss. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him. Mingyu set a slow, deep rhythm, savoring every moment of being joined with you.

Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper. Mingyu buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built within him.

"Mingyu..." you moaned, your voice breaking. "Don't stop..."

He had no intention of stopping, not when you felt so perfect, so right beneath him. He increased the pace, his hips snapping against yours as the tension coiled tighter and tighter.

Finally, with a strangled cry, you tumbled over the edge, your body clenching around him. Mingyu followed close behind, his world shattering into a million sparks of light and sensation.

Afterwards, you lay tangled together, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Mingyu gently brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, marveling at the way you seemed to glow in the soft light of the room.

"That was..." you trailed off, a contented smile playing on your lips.

"Amazing," Mingyu finished for you, his own smile mirroring yours.

You chuckled softly. "I was going to say 'unexpected', but I suppose 'amazing' works too."

Mingyu pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

You snuggled closer to him, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "I should probably get going soon."

Mingyu's heart sank a little at the thought of you leaving. "Do you have to?"

You tilted your head, studying him thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose I could stay a little while longer..."

Mingyu grinned, pulling you in for another kiss. As your lips met, he knew that this was just the beginning of something special.

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wc: 1.3k (my lazy ass took 3 weeks and 2 shots to get this done)

author notes: my 2nd story! once again I struggled w the smut bit but you gotta push thru 😖

Jeonghan was the self-proclaimed king of the school, or so he thought. He revelled in making others squirm, taking pleasure in their fear. So when you walked into class on your first day, he saw an easy target.

You were quiet, reserved, and unfamiliar with the dynamics of the school. Jeonghan sensed vulnerability and pounced. He began with snide comments, mocking your clothes, your hair, and your accent. He thought it would be easy to break you, to make you cry or run away.

But you didn't flinch. You met his jabs with a calm, collected gaze, your eyes flashing with a hint of amusement. Jeonghan was taken aback, his taunts falling flat. He tried harder, pushing boundaries, but you remained unfazed.

One day, he decided to take it a step further, thinking that physical intimidation would do the trick. He cornered you in the hallway, his gang of friends snickering in the background. But instead of cowering, you stood tall, your eyes locked onto his.

"Jeonghan, I've had enough of your childish games," you said, your voice firm but measured. "Leave me alone, or face the consequences."

Jeonghan sneered, but you didn't back down. In a surprising move, you grabbed his wrist, twisting it in a precise motion that left him yelping in pain. His friends scattered, and Jeonghan was left alone, facing a fierce determination in your eyes.

For the first time, Jeonghan felt a spark of fear. He realized that he had underestimated you, that you were not a pushover. From that moment on, he began to notice the subtle ways you stood up for yourself, the quiet confidence that commanded respect.

Jeonghan's bullying attempts slowly ceased, replaced by a growing curiosity about you. He found himself wanting to know more about the girl who had stood up to him, who had challenged their so called “leader”.

It was the week of school camp, considering you had only transferred to the school 2 weeks ago your circle of friends consisted of your home room teacher and one of the lunch ladies who you had bonded with, simply from the way she warmed the frozen cafeteria cookies; quite embarrassing. You tried your hardest to use your so called “charm” on the other students, but nobody really wanted to share a cabin with the girl who had nearly broken the schools biggest jock’s wrist.

“This has to be a joke.” You said holding up the list of students who would be sharing a cabin for the next 3 days. “Hong Jisoo, Kim Mingyu, Y/LN and Yoon Jeonghan.” This just so happened to be your luck. You gripped the sheet of paper and ran to the cafeteria, this was a rant your lunch lady friend would not hear the end of. “Look at this! I can’t even comprehend how this fancy posh school with this stupid over-the-top architecture can’t fit in a little gender segregation!” But as always, the lunch lady stayed non-verbal and nodded her head in agreement.

The bus that would be taking students to camp arrived and you say next to your new friend Seungkwan. He and Jeonghan had some past and to say he was surprised you were able to conquer the conqueror was an understatement. “You know I never understood why they choose the rainiest days to do fun school activities like this!” Seungkwan continued to blab on about the topic as you zoned out, Yoon Jeonghan, of all people you had been chosen to share a room with him, the other two guys were cute and sure, Jeonghan had his good-looking moments, but you would need more than a prayer to get through these 3 days.

Once you arrived at the campsite your jaw fell in amazement. The beautiful architecture of the building was one thing, but the spacious cabins which looked like a miniature neighbourhood were absolutely amazing, the muddy, mushy terrain however, did not fit in with the rest of the place.

You walked with Seungkwan to your cabins. Thank goodness they were beside each other, you thought to yourself, but once you saw the list of activities you realised that it was fine and could’ve been worse, yoon jeonghan was still an aching problem. You entered your cabin and to your dismay, jeonghan was already there, he gave you a dirty look but quickly wiped it away when the camp councillor came in, “everything alright? Lights out at 9:30 PM.” She announced and then left the room with a smile, this was going to be hell. You set up your area of the room, staying close to Mingyu as the other two argued about who would be top bunk. When you were done it was already 9:15, you decided to check up on Seungkwan’s cabin, considering there was nothing but loud music and laughter coming from there, you opened the door and was met with welcoming smiles, “buh bye y/n, we’re in the middle of a karaoke night, it’s nearly lights out anyways” Seungkwan said jokingly, you nodded and went back to your cabin not so sure if he and his friends would be so keen on you invading their time together, screw all the teachers who came up with this cabin plan.

Once you returned to your place of residence, you sighed heavily, it was empty except for one person, Jeonghan. “You’re back I see. I would’ve called the councillors on you if you stayed any longer.” He said, you could hear the smirk in his voice, it made you feel some kind of way, you didn’t know what it was but you liked it. “Do you want your wrist twisted again?” Jeonghan stayed silent. “Thought so.” You said and climbed into your bunk, you learnt from Jeonghan that the other two had volunteered to help clear the forest in case lightening struck, apparently many other students had gone, you cursed yourself for not volunteering and unintentional putting yourself in this mess. The weather was nothing but horrible, you curled up in your blanket praying that Mingyu and Joshua would return to ease the tension in the room, you weren’t sure if Jeonghan was asleep so you grabbed your torch and walked over to his bed to see if he was awake or not, just as you got up, a large bolt of lightning struck causing you to jump and land on Jeonghan. Fuck. Turns out he was, in fact, awake. “Scared of lightning huh?” He said with a chuckle, you rushed to get up, thanking heaven that it was dark so he couldn’t see the blush on your face. “Who the hell stays completely still when a loud bang is heard” you said trying to put on a brave face, “I bet you flinched too.” Jeonghan got up from the bottom bunk of his bed and stood in front of you, he lifted his hand and placed it on under your chin. “I didn’t flinch.” He scoffs, despite the dimness of the cabin, you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Gosh, I can feel you blushing, pretty ironic for somebody who supposedly hates me, don’t you think?” Jeonghan said while closing the gap between the two of you. To say the tension in the air was immense was in fact an understatement. Jeonghan leaned forward, pressing his lips on yours, you froze in place not knowing what to do, until Jeonghan took both of your hands and brought them to his neck. “Rookie.” He let out in between the kiss.

“Jeonghan..” you let out with a soft moan, the two of you trying to keep your intimacy discreet by hiding under the thick blanket, “you know you gotta be quiet, hm? we’re still on a school trip, doll.” he said, thrusting in and out of you, each time more sensual and pleasurable, you gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you felt your high approaching. “han.. ‘m gonna-“ and just like that, the cabin lights switched on, the two of you poked your heads out of the blanket to see your other two roomates you’d seemingly forgot about.