In Soft Hands | Part 1 (Mingyu)
Rating/Genre: M18+, strangers to friends (idiots) to lovers, rom-com vibes; fluff, smut (in part two), angst
Pairings: SingleDad!Mingyu x DaycareTeacher!Reader(f), mentions of Joshua, Seungcheol, and Jeonghan
Warnings: Mentions of having/raising kids, parenting, having a family/wanting to be a parent, that sort of stuff, like heâs SUCH a family man, so much fucking cuteness with a 4-year-old kid, kid tears from another kid hitting, SLOW burn!!!, Mingyu is called Daddy but itâs because heâs literally a father (not used during sexy times), reader is shorter/overall smaller than Mingyu, reader is called âmaâamâ playfully/teasingly, ugh this Mingyu is such a dilf in like the most wholesome way!!, future explicit smut (size kink, choking, etc)!
Word Count: 16.5k
Summary: You've sworn off dating. But your favourite kid at your work has the hottest dad in the entire world. A bit of harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right?
A/N: Part one of two (second coming Sun. Sept. 17)! There's no smut in this part but please stick with me here, ok? It'll be worth it!! If you don't like kids, you probably won't like this - so I'd recommend skipping it!
You arenât supposed to have favourites. But itâs hard not to when Marco comes over, holding up his indiscernible lego creation proudly to show you, his sweet toothy smile and bright eyes making you melt as they do every single day you come into work.
It doesnât make sense. There is no reason for you to feel so connected to this kid, this four-year-old with big, brown almond-shaped eyes and the cutest little nose.
But on the first day youâd set foot into the daycare, heâd given you the brightest smiles, calling for you to watch what he was doing â whether it be running or jumping or climbing up the slide â and looking over at you to make sure the new teacher was watching, making you feel welcome even in all your anxieties. Already, you felt like his favourite.Â
So, having him wiggle his way inside your heart doesnât feel all that weird. Not really. How could it when he seems so happy to have you there each day to play with?
Running up to you to get you to growl and reach out for him like any good monster would, him squealing and running away just to come back again five seconds later. Sending you a goofy face from across the classroom when he randomly looks up from the toys heâs playing with among his friends.Â
Laying, eyes closed, totally still, when you go around to tuck each of them in at naptime but breaking into a wide smile when you gently poke his side and tease him for pretending to be asleep already.
Itâs halfway through your third week of work when Marco comes over to you with tears welled up in his eyes. Thereâd been some pushing and occasionally a kid falls while running and needs some comforting. But seeing his normally happy face all crumpled is completely heart-breaking.Â
âWhat happened?â you say gently, opening your arms quickly for him to run into and immediately wrapping soothingly around him, a hand rubbing gently over his back.Â
âMâMâ Mila hit me!â he gets out between sobs, pulling back slightly to point in the direction heâd come from.
You look over his shoulder where a few kids are standing a couple metres away, Mila being one of them. You call her over and she comes, expression solemn, while you continue to hold Marco, asking him where it hurts, taking a look at his head where he points, caressing softly over it with your thumb.Â
âMila, did you hit Marco?â
âNo, I punched him!â she responds, tiny fist flying through the air for emphasis, the hard plastic toy still in her hand. Itâs almost funny, the way she says it so fervently, but sheâs absolutely old enough and smart enough to know better.
Not to mention that Marcoâs not a hitter. Heâs rambunctious and full of energy, a goofball, sometimes an excitable mess, but you havenât seen him hurt anyone in all the hours youâve spent with these kids.
Itâs not a big enough thing to write a report on â thatâs reserved for real injuries or accidents. But the behaviour needs to be addressed with Milaâs parents and itâs also important to let Marcoâs parents know as well.Â
And because you were the one to deal with it on the playground, the other teachers decide to let you try handling it.
So, you stay a bit later that day. By 4:30pm, thereâs no more than ten kids left and by 5:00pm, Marco is one of four.
Soaking in the gorgeous weather, you wait with one of the other class teachers and the last few kids on the fake grass next to the playground, close to the gate where the parents come for pick up.Â
While two of the them play with a ball back and forth and the one girl braids and unbraids Ashleyâs hair over and over, Marco and you are play-fighting, him giggling away as he tries to knock you onto your back on the grass, only to screech when you easily toss him off or roll him to the side and scoot away as if trying to escape. You make a show of it, anything you can do to make him laugh harder, make his smile wider as he comes back, launching himself at you with a growl.
He finally relaxes â both of you giggling as you breathe heavily from the exertion â and he just lays on you for a second. Then he lifts his head to look at you, cracking up when you do the same simultaneously, shooting him a silly face. And thatâs when you hear Ashleyâs voice.
âMarco, look whoâs here!â
You both turn your heads to the gate, but you canât yet see whoâs approaching on the other side. âGo get your water bottle,â you tell him.
The boy scurries off you, heading to do just that, then waits at the gate, eyes focused on the parent who has come to pick him up.Â
You pull yourself off the ground too, attempting to fix your dishevelled shirt and the way your hair is now surely tangled and crazy at the back of your head. You always leave work somewhat of a mess after running around with them all day.Â
But as you approach the gate and see Marcoâs dad⊠Well, you sort of wish that wasnât the case. You canât doubt for a second that the young man standing in front of you is the childâs father. Perhaps uncle but even then, they look so much alike that those would need to be some strong genes.Â
âHi!â you say quickly, praying you donât appear as blown away by how gorgeous he is as you are. âMarco had a great day.â
âOh, good,â the man says warmly, smiling down at the boy as he reaches to touch his hand where it grabs onto the fence.
You usher Marco back so you can unlatch it and let him out then you lean against the pole so thereâs no space between you and the open gate for any other kids to squeeze through. âI do want to let you know though that there was a little incident today.â
He steps closer, a bit concerned, a large hand gently pressed to the top of Marcoâs head, making sure he stays nearby.Â
âOne of the other children got a bit rough with him and hit him on the head, so you might noticeâŠâ You bend down, Marcoâs big eyes following you as you reach for his head and push back the soft brown strands on his forehead to reveal a little bump. âThereâs a bit of a bump. We just put some ice on it and he calmed down quickly but wanted to let you know,â you explain.
âOk, okâŠâ he says, nodding as well as he looks at the mark and then down at Marcoâs face that was now smiling up at him. âHe certainly seems ok now,â he says with a little chuckle, mirroring Marcoâs smile, and just proving their relation in how similar it is. Oh god, they are so adorable.Â
âYeah, no, we had a lot of fun the rest of the day. I just didnât want you to worry if we didnât point it out to you.â
âYeah, of course. Thanks,â he says, meeting your eyes again and making you vibrate a little with how kindly heâs looking at you. âYouâre the new teacher?â
âThatâs me, yeah,â you reply quickly, a little embarrassed though you donât know why. You just feel a little flustered, and you can only blame it on the fact that this man is terribly good-looking, tall and broad with a devastatingly attractive face. And somehow with all that, he also just has the softest energy to him. In how he looks at Marco, in how he looks at you, completely friendly and at ease.Â
âTeacher Y/N, right? Marcoâs mentioned you,â he says before turning to the boy and bending to pull him swiftly up into his arms, his legs easily finding their place on either side of his dadâs torso. âHavenât you, buddy? You have fun playing with Teacher today?â
âYeaaah,â he replies, playing with the collar of his dadâs shirt and nodding his head.Â
âI had fun too, kiddo. Iâll see you tomorrow and weâll play some more, ok?â
With that, the man adjusts the boy on his hip, taking a small step back. âOk, thank you. Weâll see you tomorrow. Say bye!â he ushers to Marco, waving his hand, having his mini-me quickly follow suit.Â
You keep your eyes on them as you step back, still smiling, and close the gate, beginning to wave as well as you call out another goodbye to Marco. Itâs only once you turn that you let your face show what you were really feeling, eyes widening at Ashley, your mouth dropping slightly open.
âWhat?â she asks, almost concerned, one child behind her and the other two now in front of her playing with the toy trucks in a pleasantly subdued manner for once.Â
âOh, nothing,â you quickly recover, though you canât help the way you begin to laugh at yourself.
âOh, Mingyu,â she says, her voice dropping lower in understanding. âYep, I feel you on that.â She chuckles when you nod a little too aggressively as you come closer.Â
âYou werenât going to warn me about that one orâŠ?â you tease as you plop down next to them, giving the tiniest bit of sass to your colleague.
She laughs again. âHonestly, I didnât think about it. I forgot that you havenât met some of the parents yet.â
âYeah, yeah,â you brush off.Â
âShall I switch you to the later shift permanently?â Sheâs joking. You know she is. But also, you donât hate the idea.Â
When you look at her in a way that gives your thoughts away, she laughs for a third time.Â
âI can if you want! I wouldnât mind having the 8:30am shift instead.â
âAre you serious? We canât switch just so I can talk to the hot dad,â you say with an embarrassed chuckle before immediately covering your mouth, remembering youâre still in the vicinity of children. With ears.
âItâs fine,â she plays off, glancing down at them. âTheyâre not listening. And yes, we absolutely can. You know theyâre not together anymore?â
âWhat?â
âMarcoâs parents.â
The thought should not make you happy. Not at all. Someone's divorce is not something to be happy about. But that man â that man â is single?
âSeriously?â you reply, a little quietly, a little awkwardly. Probably overcompensating for how much you donât want to seem excited about the information.Â
âYup,â she says smugly before beginning to pull herself up. âOk, Olivia. Mommyâs here, go get your water.â
You stare at the grass for a moment, feeling the delayed butterflies that you hadnât let yourself feel five minutes earlier when heâd been standing in front of you. Itâs a ridiculous thought either way â you spoke for all of one minute. But damn, he just seemed so nice? You could use more nice in your life.
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Starting the following week, you're on the later shift, the one responsible for staying until the last pick-up and making sure things are in order for the next day before heading home. Youâre actually impressed with yourself for how much you have not thought about Marcoâs dad all day â you donât feel right calling him Mingyu, not even in your mind, seeing as he hasnât actually introduced himself to you.Â
Much like every other day, Marco comes flying over to you when you arrive, showing you his new shoes that light up and asking if you like them. Of course, you do. What could be cuter than a giggling, stomping 4-year-old peering up at you, waiting for your approval?Â
At lunch time, he says thank you when you give him more pasta. The kids barely ever say thank you. You thank him back for using his manners.Â
Itâs another beautiful day so you take the kids outside to play the whole afternoon. Marco asks you to play hide and seek, his innocent little pouty face looking around to the other kids when you tell him to go find some others who want to play it too.Â
He hurries off, cutely asking each friend if they want to play then coming back to you when heâs corralled a handful of them. You count. He always wants you to count. So he and the other kids can squeal when you âfindâ them in one of the six mildly decent hiding spots around the playground, cackling with laughter when you thrust your hand into their hiding spot and find an arm or a leg to grab and wiggle.
The same four kids are still there at 5:00pm. But it isnât Marco who is picked up next. Then there are three. Then two.Â
Then itâs almost 5:30pm and Marcoâs still there. Itâs actually a little awkward. 5:30pm is the pick-up deadline and anyone picking up after that has to pay a late fee for going over. And you arenât exactly wanting to be the one to remind Mingyu of this if he does come late.Â
You donât mind, however, hanging out with just Marco. Youâre tossing a huge inflatable ball back and forth, making him laugh each time you intentionally bop him on the forehead, his arms too slow to register to catch it before it hits him. You figure heâs going to get the hang of it one of these times but when it keeps playing out the same way, you decide he must just find it funnier this way.Â
You donât even notice his dad walking up. And when you do see him, one arm up, casually leaning against the fence as he watches over top of it, you feel wholly embarrassed again. You shouldâve been watching for his arrival.Â
âSorry, Iâm late!â he calls over through a broad smile once he sees youâve noticed him.Â
âOh,â you sound before glancing down at your watch. 5:30pm on the dot. âYou actually just scratched by,â you say, almost teasingly as you move to stand, keeping your hands out in front of you knowing the little goof is still going to throw the ball back at you despite the fact that you arenât looking. You catch it and toss it away. âLook whoâs here,â you say excitedly to him, much like you would a puppy, pointing then trailing after him as he runs to the gate.Â
âWater,â you remind him, approaching the fence yourself and chuckling when he whizzes over to the picnic table where the kids know to keep their water bottles when the group is outside.Â
As you look at the man whoâs now standing fully (damn, how tall is he?), your chuckling ends but your smile stays, even when you try to hide it, bringing your lips together. âIt was a good day,â you tell him easily as you click the lock on the gate open and swing it slightly so there is no longer fence between you, allowing Marco to come around.Â
âGreat. Iâm glad to hear it.â
His voice is nice. Quite low and warm. Itâs hard to imagine him disciplining a child.Â
âIâm Mingyu, by the way. I realized I didnât actually introduce myself properly yesterday,â he tosses out, bringing up his hand, prompting you to shake it with as much confidence as you can muster. You arenât a particularly shy person but this man has some weird fucking spell cast on you.Â
âWell, nice to officially meet you. Itâs such a pleasure having Marco in the class,â you tell him, knowing that you can at least sound sure and genuine in a comment like that.Â
âYeah, heâs pretty sweet,â Mingyu replies, his fond gaze falling down to the boy as he ruffles his hair. âThank you for playing with him so much. He tells me â god â every day about it. Itâs always Teacher Y/N this and Teacher Y/N thatâŠâ
That makes you laugh. It also sort of makes your heart crack open a little bit too. âAw, wellâŠâ you begin, letting out a bashful little laugh. âI enjoy playing with him too. Heâs, uh⊠pretty special,â you finally admit, as casually as you can, trying not to sound too weirdly obsessed with this kid youâve only known less than a month. You really donât understand why you feel so connected to him.Â
The way Mingyu looks at you confirms that he doesnât think you are weirdly obsessed at all. In fact, he looks at you with what you could only call happiness mixed with a pinch of awe. Like maybe he can understand that Marco actually is special to you, even if it doesnât make a lot of sense.Â
Itâs a disarming look, one that almost feels too sweet, too vulnerable for someone who has only met you twice. But then again, you feel strangely drawn to him after only having met him twice. Ok, who are you kidding â even after just the first time.Â
So, is it that wild to assume he feels â dare you even consider it â drawn to you too?Â
âHe is,â he says softly, eyes sparkling with the love he has for his son. Then he clears his throat, breaking whatever trance he has you under to look down at Marco again. âWell, I wonât keep you any later than I already have. Sorry again. Got held up at work.â
âThatâs alright, you made it,â you tell him â easy breezy. âHonestly, if youâre ever later, itâs not that much of a bother to watch him.â With that, you smile down at Marco, catching his eye and his cheesy grin, before looking back up. âI know the centre has the late policy and stuff, but I⊠yeah, I donât mind.â
His eyes widen slightly before he chuckles. âI mean, of course, I would pay you. Iâm not going to expect free childcareââ
âNo, no, I know. I didnât meanââ
He laughs again as he says: âNo, I get it, I get it.â
âI just meant that I enjoy watching your son⊠so,â you shrug, a little smile on your lips as your face tries to cool down from all the flushing itâs doing. âIf you need someone to watch him at any point, I can.â Another shrug. Yes. Good. Still easy breezy.Â
âThatâs⊠a really nice offer,â he says, seeming actually touched by it. âThank you.â
âYeah, of course.â It isnât really âof courseâ. You wouldnât offer for any of the other kids. Just for your favourite.Â
âWell, if I wanted to take you up on that⊠how could IâŠreach you?â he asks with a tilt of his head, glancing down at Marco to check on him before meeting your eyes again.Â
âRight. I guess⊠I guess youâd need my number for that,â you reply with another chuckle. Damn, youâre letting out a lot of shy flirty laughs. Ugh.Â
âHere,â he says as he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his phone and quickly swiping to open up a blank contact for you.Â
You put in your number, deciding at the last minute to put your name in as âY/N đâ, hoping heâll think itâs cute and not weird.Â
âOk, cool,â he says when his phone is safely back in his hand, locking it shut then meeting your eyes once more. âWell, then, I hope you have a good rest of your evening.â
âYou too. Have a good night, Marco! See you tomorrow.â
They both smile widely at you as they head to their car, Marco letting out a long drawn out goodbye to you, stumbling over himself as he tries to look back to wave.Â
You just laugh, waving back before closing the gate and locking it.Â
And then, there are those damn butterflies again.Â
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The best part of your day is officially the end of the day. It would be regardless â getting rid of each little bugger one by one just makes your job easier late in the day. But now, every pick-up time includes a tall drink of water leaning over the fence, watching you play with the kids until you notice. You never know how long heâs standing there before your eyes meet, a beaming smile already plastered on his face every time, without fail.Â
Sometimes the kids will notice a car pulling in or someone walking up. Other times, he might be standing there for a full five minutes, and you are none the wiser. The tendency to get wrapped up in playing with the kids, giving them your full attention, is definitely one of your strong suits as a teacher, but your awareness of other people could use some improvement.Â
The little chats are always brief, a few sentences back and forth as you pass over supervision of Marco to his dad. It is nice, the fact that he is always one of the last kids to get picked up, if not the last. Nice that you guys can be a bit playful, give his son an extra compliment that really no other kid or parent should be hearing.Â
Itâs always very much friendly though. Not that you are expecting this mature, grown man to flirt with his childâs teacher. You arenât at all. But the fact that the conversations stay really light, really surface-level definitely makes you consider the very real possibility that your crush is one-sided.Â
Maybe it is. Maybe it is and thatâs ok. Getting wrapped up with a studentâs parent is a bad idea anyway.Â
Still, erasing your attraction to him is out of the question. You just know that is out of your hands. The man is too lovely.Â
When itâs been a couple weeks and he hasnât texted you, you resign yourself to the childâs-teacher zone. Is that worse than the friend zone? Probably. Have you made a move yourself? No. Do you feel like you can without completely embarrassing yourself and putting yourself in a super awkward position if he rejects you? Also, no.Â
Not to mention the fact that you donât actually want something serious with someone. The end of your last relationship was painful to say the least, and âcasualâ is the only thing you have the capacity for right now anyway. How would you explain that to him? That his kidâs teacher is just DTF? Yikes.Â
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Itâs a whole three weeks of short pick-up time chats before you hear from him outside of the daycare, your phone ding-ing at 9:00am on a Saturday.Â
Unknown: So what fruit do I get beside my name? đ€
YN: Haha donât think I know you well enough to be properly assigning fruits
MG: Ah it has to be more natural huh?
YN: Exactly
YN: You just get Mingyu for now
MG: Awww thatâs so boring
YN: lol
MG: Ok fine
MG: But for real⊠I need to ask a favour of you
MG: You can absolutely say no. I donât even know how serious you were about your offer butâŠ
MG: Are you busy this evening? I need someone to watch Marco for a couple hours and I know he would just be so excited if it was you
MG: I know itâs so last minute
You really werenât expecting this. As serious as you were about your offer, you didnât think heâd actually take you up on it. Especially since itâs been a little while. But of course, your stomach is bubbling from just getting to text him. It feels wrong somehow. Inappropriate. But there is no rule about texting a kidâs parent.Â
YN: Oh! I actually donât have any plans today at all so I can definitely do that
YN: Do you live in the area?
MG: Ah thatâs so great! Ok thank you so much
MG: Yeah weâre only a few minutes away from the daycare actually
YN: Ok cool :)
MG: Iâll send you the address. Could you be here for like 6:30? Does that work ok?
YN: For sure
He sends it. You recognize the street. And then, at 6:25pm, youâre pulling up to the house, driving around the cul-de-sac once before finding the right number. Itâs cute â small, simple, nice.Â
You feel nervous. You spent too long getting ready. To not spend time with him. Youâre literally going to see him for one minute before spending the rest of the time with a four-year-old. A four-year-old that does not give a crap about what you look like.Â
Even now, you spend a minute too long in the car before pulling yourself from the driverâs seat, up to the door, giving it a good solid knock. When he whips it open, button-up pulling across his chest, a pair of navy slacks covering long legs, youâre only slightly taken aback.
Why does he look like that? Damn, he looks hot all dressed up. But also, heâs⊠all dressed up. You canât help where your mind goes. And you canât help the sinking feeling it gives you.
âHi! Come in, come in. Thank you so much for doing this,â he greets so happily, waving you in with his hand as he steps back, swinging the door open further to welcome you into the home.Â
âTeacher?â a little voice chirps from another room before you hear little footsteps scurrying, getting louder by the second.Â
Mingyu is already laughing, shutting the door behind you as he points to the little welcome mat where pairs of very big and very small shoes have been haphazardly kicked off.Â
âTeacher! Youâre at my house?â
âIâm at your house,â you confirm with a bright smile, slipping off your sandals, still holding the little stack of colouring books and pencil crayons you brought along with you to your chest. You definitely do think Mingyu has things for his son â obviously â but you still felt compelled to bring something. Just in case. And kids love shiny new stuff. Part of you just wants to see his face light up when he notices one of the colouring books is full of dinosaurs.Â
âWe made pasta⊠for you!â
So thatâs what that delicious smell is. Your eyes widen a touch before flicking over to Mingyu who gives you a bashful smile and a shrug.Â
âHere, come on in. Iâll show you around quickly, and then⊠yeah, I made some food. I wasnât sure if youâd have eaten before so you and Marco can have some for dinner,â he rambles as he walks down the hallway, hand finding the top of Marcoâs head to usher him forward as you follow along. âI have no idea what you like so I apologize if youâre not a fan,â he explains, coming to settle by the stove, giving the finished pasta dish one more stir in its pan.Â
âIt smells great. Iâm sure itâll be perfect,â you dismiss his concerns quickly as you drop your goodies on the island, before glancing around the main floor, taking in the open plan of his kitchen and living area. The house is really cute, even homier inside. Not at all what you might expect from a guy in his (mid?) twenties. The kitchenâs decked out with a host of appliances, the living room cozy with blankets and pillows â and plenty of kids toys.Â
âIf you just want to pop whateverâs left in here, put it in the fridge. Thatâd be great,â he tells you, tapping the lid of a tupperware container, leaving it next to the stove.Â
âOf course.â
âThanks. And seriously, thank you so much for this. Youâre really saving me here,â he repeats as he wanders closer before bending down to Marcoâs height and focusing on the boy. âI gotta go, buddy. You listen to Y/N, ok? Be good, please.â
âWeâll be great,â you assure him warmly, leaning back against the counter as you watch him pull his son into a hug. âRight, kiddo? What should we do? You hungry now or do you want to play a bit first?â
âPlay! Play!â he says excitedly, rushing over to you, completely forgetting about the dad whoâs trying to say goodbye, to grab your hand and pull you into the living room, beginning to excitedly show you his various toys.Â
You glance up, wide smile plastered on your face as you plop down next to Marco on the rug.
Mingyu just chuckles, shrugging as though heâs given up on trying. âYou two have fun! Iâll be back before 10pm.â
âSounds good,â you call back to him, lifting a hand in goodbye. And then heâs grabbing his phone off the counter and slipping back down the hall and out the door.Â
The two hours before you put Marco down fly by. Itâs very easy to be distracted by a hyperactive toddler, especially this one that just loves playing, chatting away with you. You have to tell him five times that, no, you canât wrestle in the house, sometimes needing to actually hold him still so heâll stop launching himself at you on the couch.
You canât believe it when he actually goes down, thinking heâd be too revved up but you suppose all the excitement has worn him out. Thereâs not a peep from his room after you leave it, quietly closing the door behind you after tucking his sweet face in, then tip-toeing to the stairs, trying to keep totally quiet as you make your way back down to the living room.
Itâs now, in the silence of Mingyuâs house, that you feel a wave of thoughts rush over you. Unfortunately, the primary one is the sucky feeling that heâs on a date. The man looks like a god and has the whole adorable dad thing to boot. And apparently, he can really cook? Of course heâs on a date. And from the sounds of things, perhaps heâs been trying to go out with this girl for a while.Â
You donât love it, the thought of his eyes lighting up as he looks at a pretty woman across the table from him. But you canât really blame her, whoever she is.Â
What happened between him and his ex-wife? Maybe your glasses are a little rose-tinted at this point (no doubt they are) but you have a hard time understanding someone breaking up with him.Â
But what do you know? Your exposure to him has been extremely limited until tonight. Maybe he is actually awful. Maybe heâs a horrifically toxic partner. You donât have the best track record for being able to see someoneâs true colours.Â
Part of you sort of wishes to find something wrong with him so you can stop being a love-sick puppy dog. And then again, part of you is just enjoying the excitement of a crush, the giddy feeling of being around someone you find really really attractive. Because itâs been a very long time.Â
You clean up the living room, putting away the few toys and games that you didnât get around to having Marco tidy before it had been time to bring him upstairs. Trying your best not to snoop, once everything is away, you settle into the corner of the couch with your phone, scrolling on various apps for a while until you figure that itâs perfectly reasonable to turn on the TV while you continue to wait for him to get home.
Marvel movies, K-dramas⊠Itâs in the middle of judging his âRecommended For Youâ on Netflix that you hear the door open and lift your head towards the hallway following the sound of the floor creaking under foot. A few seconds later, heâs poking his head around the corner and letting out a soft âheyâ in his gentle voice.Â
âHi,â you whisper back, not really sure how much the sound carries up.Â
âHowâd it go?â he asks as he opens the fridge, placing what seems like his leftovers inside.Â
âGood. Really good,â you tell him, waving a hand to show what a breeze it was. âHe went down at about 8:30pm.â It was a bit strange, putting him down in a real bed instead of the little cot at the daycare, but it was also sweetly familiar in a way, tucking him in, gently wishing him a good sleep as you always did.
âOk, perfect,â he replies with the easiest smile as he comes over to lean his hand on the back of the couch. âYou messing up my Netflix?â
âMessing up?â you counter, looking back over to the selections on the âFavouritesâ carousel. âI donât know about that. I was actually thinking that I was half-impressed by your taste. But maybe Iâll withhold that comment.â
âOh, really?â He seems to enjoy that, nodding as he shifts to sit on the arm, bringing one socked-foot up to rest on the couch cushion. You have to try extra hard not to look at the way his pants pull over his thighs and groin. But putting his hips at eye-level like that? Thatâs just unfair.Â
âWell, yeah. Interstellarâs the first thing that pops up. Kingsman, Spiderman⊠Tenet.â You continue to read off titles, letting the tone of your voice convey your opinion, though, for the most part, itâs positive. âInception, too. Youâre a Nolan guy,â you piece together, looking over at him, seeing his now pushed up eyebrows.Â
âI am.â
âOk, fine. You get the compliment then. These are a few of my favourites,â you admit.
âSeriously?â
âYeah,â you agree with a chuckle. âInterstellar is so good. But⊠actually, now that Iâm looking.â You continue to click over further. âIâm disappointed to see The Prestige missing.â
He smiles wide before bringing a hand up to run through his hair. âI, uh, I actually havenât seen that one. Or maybe I did a long time ago but I canât really remember.â
âWhat?â you emphasize, personally offended that heâs a Nolan fan but hasnât seen your all-time favourite. âMingyu⊠youâve got to be kidding.â
Heâs laughing now. Sure, youâre playing up your offense a bit. But that is just wrong.
âThe Prestige is⊠perfect. Itâs masterfully-crafted in every way. Like, I know people talk about it somewhat but it is seriously underrated in comparison to his other films.â
âOk, ok,â he replies defensively, his voice raising slightly in pitch as he lifts his hands. âI believe you, I do. I guess Iâll just need to watch it then. See if I trust your judgement.â
Why is everything heâs saying sounding a bit⊠flirty? Even though heâs not flirting. Surely, thatâs just how he is.
âYou do. Thatâs your homework assignment. Watch it and let me know what you think,â you tell him with a little laugh as you begin to stand up, flipping the remote around in your hand to pass it to him.
He receives it but keeps his eyes on you, smirking in a ridiculously adorable way. âOh, a homework assignment, huh? Didnât realize you were my teacher too.âÂ
Damn, so fucking flirty.Â
You let out a bigger laugh, feeling a little embarrassed at how youâve gotten yourself into this line of conversation as you walk back to the kitchen, finding your bag on the counter. âCanât stop, I guess. Force of habit,â you explain sheepishly.Â
He chuckles too as he follows you, both of you walking in step back down the hallway towards the front door. âSo, what do I owe you?â
In your periphery, you can see him reaching into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. It feels kind of weird, the idea of accepting money from him. You really had just enjoyed playing with Marco for a few hours. Something about that kid is so wonderful; you even find yourself missing him on weekends.
âOh, honestlyâ it was only like a couple hours. Itâs⊠itâs fine,â you get out, a bit awkwardly, a bit unsure whether refusing the money would just make it weird.Â
âY/N⊠Iâm gonna pay you for your time,â he says with a sure nod, his voice lowering as if to say âcome onâ. âEspecially if you donât mind watching him again in the future, I really need you to take my money,â he says, beginning to laugh as he pulls out a couple twenty-dollar bills and thrusts them towards you.Â
You look at his hand, then up at him, then back to his hand, tilting your head slightly as you sigh. âFine. I guess youâre right,â you concede, gently taking the bills from him and sliding them into your wallet. âThank you.â
âNo, thank you. Iâm sure Marco loved it.â
âHe seemed pretty happy.â
âMakes sense,â he returns as you go to bend down, pulling your shoes back on your feet. âI appreciate it,â he adds before you have a chance to linger on what he just said. âIs it ok if I text you when I need a sitter again?â
âAbsolutely. I mean it â itâs not a chore for me at all.â
âOk,â he replies, his lips pressing into a warm smile as he pulls open the door and leans against it.Â
âOk, well, have a good night.â You step out onto his porch, turning around one more time to smile at him briefly before heading to your car.Â
âYou too! Get home safe.â
âI will!â you call to him before sliding into your front seat. You can see him still at his front door where he stays until youâve backed out, sending you another wave as you pull away.Â
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âYou wonât be happy with me.â
âOh?â you ask, getting up from his couch to meet him at the island.
âI havenât done my homework yet.â He sends you a teasing smile as he shrugs off his suit jacket, laying it neatly on one of the bar stools. Itâs been almost two weeks since the last time you were at his house. This time he asked if you could watch Marco straight from the end of daycare. You agreed, quickly meeting them at the house once you finished up. The things you would do just at the thought of getting into Mingyuâs pantsâŠÂ
Ridiculous.
You huff out a chuckle, bringing your arms to cross over your chest. âYouâve had plenty of time. Whatâs your excuse?â
âWould you believe me if I said I have a hard time getting into movies on my own?â He still holds that flirtatious smile but you think you can see a glimmer of shyness in how heâs looking away as he says it. How dare he look so sweet while dressed up looking like the most handsome date in the world. Not your date though.Â
âOh yeah? Started it and couldnât get into it?â you ask, leaning forward onto the counter, bringing yourself just a little closer to him.
âDidnât even start it honestly. Iâm a terrible student.â
You shake your head in amusement. âYeah, apparently.â
âWould you⊠want to watch it with me? It is only 9pm,â he suggests, glancing at his watch, his cool confidence suddenly back in place.Â
God, this is a bad idea. There is no way youâre going to be able to hold yourself together for the next two hours â you seem to always become a blushy flirty mess around the 15-minute mark, which thankfully is around the time most of your past interactions have ended.Â
But, obviously, youâre going to say yes.Â
âYou want to watch it tonight?â
âOnly if you want to,â he says simply before turning to the freezer and pulling out a small carton of ice cream. âCan I bribe you with snacks?â
Yes. You love ice cream. But unfortunately, thatâs not the thing you most want to be eating in this kitchen.Â
âWhat kind you got?â you attempt to play it somewhat cool, nodding your chin towards the container.Â
âBen and Jerryâs? Half baked?â
You click your teeth then sigh through your smile. âFine, Iâm in.â As if itâs a big concession.
He laughs, scrunching up his nose way too cutely as he grabs two spoons from the drawer and the two of you settle onto his couch to watch, close enough to pass the ice cream back and forth.
âOk, I must warn you though. Iâm really annoying about this movie. Like if Iâm talking too much, just tell me to shut up,â you say just as itâs starting.Â
âIâm always the one talking too much during movies, so I really donât think itâll be a problemââ
Your hand grasps his thick forearm, interrupting. âThe hats. Ok?â You look over at him, finger pointing to the TV. âYou have to watch closely. Thereâs so many good little details.â Your head turns back to the TV, only vaguely registering that heâs still smirking at you for a moment longer before following your gaze.
âYou werenât kidding, eh?â
You start to giggle but then the narration is starting and he has to hear it. Whispering now: âEverything's a clue, ok? Donât pay attention to me. Watch.â
He snorts another laugh, taking the ice cream out of your hand but keeping his eyes on the film. âYes, maâam.â
Your flush at the teasing name catches you off guard. Ma'am?
Then again, Mingyu could probably call you anything and youâll be ok with it at this point. He could probably do anything and youâll be ok with it at this point. That is how stupidly attracted you are to him.Â
To your surprise, your unceasing commentary throughout, punctuated with satisfied groans at all the good reveal moments, doesnât seem to deter him too much. He doesnât even tell you to shut up once. Though you have to tell yourself to a few times â using spoonfuls of ice cream to keep your mouth full. It doesnât really work.Â
If anything, he may find it slightly endearing? Itâs hard to tell when youâre too distracted finding all his reactions endearing, the way his eyes widen all innocently, his mouth dropping open slightly at the best part of the movie, when everything starts to click together like gears into place.Â
Then heâs tapping your thigh repeatedly. âHoly shit. So, thatâsâŠ? And then heâsâŠ?â
âUh-huh,â you confirm with a nod as your gaze falls on him, enjoying watching him experience your favourite movie way too much. He looks just like Marco right then as his mouth begins to turn up into the biggest awestruck smile.Â
âPretty fucking good, huh?â is the first thing you said as the credits began. Finally, you could prove your point. And, you have to admit: this is much more fun than him just telling you he liked it.
âOh my god,â he says with a little laugh, bringing his hand up to his forehead. âOk, yeah. Fair enough. Itâs definitely up there with his other ones.â
âRight? I told you. Underrated.â You collapse back into the couch.
âWell, thank you very much for introducing me,â he leans back too, motioning towards the scrolling white font on the screen.Â
âProud of you for getting your homework done. Even if it did take⊠a little bit of tutoring,â you joke.
âI had a very helpful tutor,â he replies with a shrug. âI owe it all to her.â
Then youâre both chuckling, gazes falling down, both maybe a little embarrassed at how lame youâre being. But, hey, heâs playing along. Itâs cute.Â
âI suppose I should head out,â you tell him, only half-able to mask the hesitancy in your voice.Â
âYeahâ yeahâŠâ he agrees quickly as if being shaken out of his thoughts by your movement. And then youâre both walking together to the door again, him pulling out his wallet and popping the few bills into your open purse, completely skipping any resistance to it.Â
You let it happen, just smiling a little at him for a moment before shaking your head and bending to put on your shoes.Â
âThank you. Canât wait to hear all about how Teacher Y/N is his favourite person to play with in the morning.â
Aww â as if that isnât supposed to melt your heart? âOh, stop it. Youâre his hero,â you assure as you pull your bag over your shoulder.Â
âI swear Iâm being replaced.â
âNot my fault that I make a really good dinosaur.â
That must not be what heâs expecting from the chuckle he lets out. âAre you saying Iâm not a good dinosaur? You know, I resent that.â
Now youâre giggling, unable to help it when he pouts like that. With a shrug, you open the door, stepping down carefully before turning back to him. âThanks for the ice cream.â
âYouâre very welcome. Better that I donât eat the whole thing alone honestly.â
âYou have a four-year-old.â
âYeah, but some things need to just be for the adults, ok?â he rationalizes, coming to lean against the door frame, his long limbs allowing him to span across the whole thing.Â
âVery true,â you agree with a firm point towards him. âWell, Iâm always down for adult ice cream.â About a millisecond after you say it, you regret it, your eyes falling closed as your cheeks push up into an awkward winced smile. âThat⊠sounded weird.â
He giggles cutely, looking down at his feet. âI gotcha.â
âOk,â you say softly, laughing once more before heading down his steps, looking over your shoulder at him once more. âGoodnight.â
âDrive safe.â
âAlways do!âÂ
Another gorgeous smile from him is imprinted on your mind, leaving you thinking about him the whole way home.Â
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âYou going to the fair?â
âThereâs a fair?â
âA fruit festival. And it looks like you have no excuse to not come along,â he says, glancing to the empty playground.Â
âHm⊠you got me,â you reply, your voice dropping lower as you nod with a little smile.
âCome with us.â
âOk. Just let me take out the garbage and Iâll come to meet you.â
As soon as you arrive, itâs not hard to spot them; Mingyu is 6â2 and, well, him. Marco already has cotton candy stuck in and around his mouth as you approach, catching both their eyes and earning two perfect smiles.Â
âDidnât waste any time, huh?â you ask, obviously referencing the way Marco is stuffing another huge bite of cotton candy into his mouth.
Mingyu leans in a bit, one hand still lightly touching the top of his sonâs head to keep tabs. âDonât tell anyone, ok? But⊠Iâm kind of a pushover.â
You feign your surprise, the only shocking part about the revelation actually being the fact that heâs outright telling you as much. âNoo,â you let out in a sarcastic little gasp, which has him lightly bumping into you with his elbow, a pouty little smirk making its way across his face.
âHey, Iâm not too bad,â he clarifies but itâs still a bit whiny and you literally have to refocus your eyes on Marco because youâre sure that itâs written all over your face just how cute you find him.Â
âWhatâs the plan, kiddo? What are we riding first?â
He doesnât answer for a second, seemingly ignoring you as he looks around the fair, taking in the slowly growing crowd of people as everyone gets off work. But then heâs grabbing your hand in his and pulling you in the direction of the kiddy rollercoaster, looking back at you for a moment to give you a big purple-toothed grin.Â
âI guess weâre going this way,â you say over your shoulder, checking to make sure Mingyu is following. And he is, chuckling and shaking his head at the way Marcoâs about to rip your arm off.Â
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âWant some peach?â you ask, spearing a slice onto your fork, making sure to get a bit of the crust and whipped cream all together.
âWhoâs peach?â he asks, turning his head from watching Marco bouncing literally off the walls of the bouncy castle. After a mere second, thereâs that pleased little smirk as he looks over, taking in your slightly surprised expression.
All you can do is roll your eyes and try not to show your fluster as you hold out your fork. âStill vying for that fruit emoji, huh?â you tease, pushing the bite into his open mouth just a tiny bit more forcefully that you normally would.
He chuckles as he chews, beginning to shake his head before any words can come out. âI didnât even think about that, honestly.â
Just as youâre about to express your doubt, you hear Marco excitedly shrieking, a sound all too familiar. âTeacher! Teacher! Watch me. Watch this!â
Unable to ignore him, you step closer, taking your own bite and watching through the netting as he does what can only be considered a belly flop onto the inflatable floor, immediately beginning to get jostled around by the other kids jumping.Â
âWow⊠Look at you,â you sound out as best you can. Your pretend fascination with kidsâ skills is well-trained but a little overused; you decide to offload. âMingyu. Come look at your son,â you say, turning with a cheeky grin, finding his close-lipped smile, tan arms crossed sinfully across his chest, before he drops the pose and comes a little closer to watch Marco do the same jump for the sixth time.Â
He laughs. âWow, buddy. Donât hurt yourself though. Donât want you to get stepped on,â he urges gently, his hands gripping onto the netting as he leans closer to look in.Â
Your gaze jumps between them, too endeared by the giant man softly cooing caring words to the four-year-old.
His gentleness with his child is quickly becoming the most attractive thing about him. And, considering everything, that is very dangerous.Â
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MG: Is there any chance that youâre free tomorrow night?
YN: Thereâs a chance
YN: Whatâs up? You need my services?
Why? Why did you say that? Can you not play it cool for two freaking messages?
MG: Haha not exactly
MG: Wanted your opinion on some recipes
MG: My toddlerâs palette isnât the most refined lol
You stare at your screen for a whole minute, unsure what heâs talking about, unsure what you might be agreeing to. But you know thereâs no chance of you saying no, even as you sit there, knee bouncing anxiously, trying to decide what to reply with.
YN: I could do that
YN: Though I canât promise a very refined palette either lol
YN: Iâll do my best
MG: Ok perfect
MG: Want to come here around like 7?
YN: Sure!
MG: Come hungry :)Â
Oh, you will.Â
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Itâs only when youâre driving over that it sinks in that Marco might not be there. Mingyu is not hiring you as a sitter. No, heâs inviting you over to actually spend time with him. Which is enough to process on its own. But itâs only once the question of Marco springs up in your mind that you start to stress â is it a date? Are you an idiot for not realizing it? Or are you an idiot now for even considering that thatâs what he was intending?
You still have no idea if heâs seeing someone. You saw him off on those two evenings, looking too incredibly fine to be doing anything but trying to impress. But also, youâre convinced heâs being flirty with you, even though your brain tries to psych you out every time, telling you it's not true.Â
âHi â come on in.â He answers the door in a t-shirt tucked into some nice fitting denim and a smile. While it isnât at the level of things heâs gone out in, it does make you breathe a sigh of relief at your quite casual outfit, even if it does mean youâll have to stare at his arms and thick thighs all night.Â
As you step inside, he stays close, making small talk with you as you remove your shoes and follow him in, finding the house seemingly empty apart from him.Â
âI may have taken your instructions too seriously. Iâm starving,â you say playfully as you slide onto the closest island stool, watching him return to the stove where it looks like heâs been practically preparing a feast. It smells wonderful. Especially with your incredibly basic cooking skills leaving you with lazy meals most nights when you get home.Â
âThatâs what I like to hear,â he replies and even facing away, you can hear his smile.
âItâs a good thing too, it looks like. How many people are coming tonight?â you tease.
He chuckles as he whips over to the fridge, grabbing a last-needed ingredient. âWell⊠I hope you donât mind if itâs just us two. Marcoâs with his mom this weekend.â
The way your heart rate speeds up tells you that itâs exactly what you want to hear. But does that make it a date?Â
âOh. I didnât even realize that you⊠shared custody.â
âYeah, every other weekend heâs over there. Comes back Sunday evening.â
You hum a little, nodding your head, wanting to ask more but not being sure if you should. Being curious would be normal though, for anyone. âIs she nearby?â
âYeah, only like a 25-minute drive so⊠Not too bad,â he says casually, glancing over his shoulder at you before returning his gaze to finish plating up what seems to be an appetizer.Â
âThatâs good,â you say breezily, leaning back as he comes closer to slide a dish in front of you. âThat he gets to see her.â
âYeah, it seems to work well for all of us. ⊠Dig in,â he urges, looking back at you to nod to your plate.
âAre you not joining me?â
âSo needy,â he teases gently, surprising you a little, then heâs shooting you another too-pretty smile. âThis needs just another minute.â
You shake your head, training your eyes on the delicious-looking food, probably failing miserably at keeping your cool. As he finishes up, you take your first bite, even more impressed than the last time he fed you. âOh my god. So, wait, you actually, like, cook? For real?â
âWhat â you thought I was just a hot dad?â he smirks, cleaning up the edge of the plate with a napkin like a damn professional.
You snort in an attempt to cover up your fluster. âI mean, now youâre just a hot dad that cooks soâŠâ you trail off, unsure how to get out of this terribly flirtatious area. âPretty sure thatâs even worse.â
He chuckles as he comes around the island, slipping in next to you, and bringing his feet up onto the footrest immediately despite the way his legs are too long to bunch up properly under the overhang. âI, um⊠I actually just got hired at a new restaurant thatâs opening in the fall. As a chef. Hence, me wanting to try out new recipes on you.â Heâs suddenly shyer, less cheeky as he motions to the counter full of food.Â
You can feel your face brighten at the words and especially at how he seems genuinely happy to share the information, underneath the bashfulness. âOh, wow. Congrats. Thatâs so cool! ⊠And makes a lot more sense as to why youâre so damn good at this,â you say, pointing down at the dish with your empty fork.
âYou like it?â he asks hopefully, gentle eyes studying your face as you take another bite and nod enthusiastically. âGood, good.â
âHow did I not know youâre a chef?â
âBecause Iâm a carpenter,â he says, words tumbling out with a laugh. âThe food thing is more like a long-standing dreamâŠâ
You blink at him, a little more surprised, a little more impressed, smile pressing onto your lips.Â
âWhat?â he asks, swallowing down a bite.Â
âNothing. Thatâs justâ so exciting for you. ⊠Iâm excited for you.â
He gives you a warm smile. âThank you.â
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The problem with Mingyu is that he is so much more than hot. And as much as you shouldâve known that from the beginning, it didnât sink in soon enough. And now, itâs entirely too easy to see him as more than a guy you want in your bed.Â
Even as you make your way over to the couch, curling up in one corner while he finishes putting away a few things into the fridge, you find yourself dreading when itâll be time for you to go. He makes you feel all warm and fuzzy in a way that you havenât felt inâŠyears.Â
âWhat are we watchinâ?â he asks, nestling in one cushion over from you, legs coming up under him as he grabs a blanket and tosses it over the two of you.Â
âYouâre letting me pick?â
âIâm nice like that.â
âPushover,â you mutter teasingly as you grab the remote, beginning to flick through.
He clicks his teeth, letting his head drop back against the couch in exasperation.Â
âAnything I want?â
âNot if youâre going to be mean to me,â he plays back, letting his head fall to the side to look at you. The sudden urge to lean over and kiss him is strong. And terrifying. Why does he have to look at you like that?
âHow much are you going to hate it if I choose this?â you ask, trying to refocus on your task at hand.Â
He lifts his head, finding âThe Holidayâ thumbnail outlined by the cursor, then smirks a little before glancing at you with raised eyebrows.Â
âIsnât that a Christmas movie? Itâs the middle of summer.â
âOh, I donât think so. And itâs not like thereâs some rule anyway.â
He just motions his hand towards the TV as if to say âgo aheadâ, plopping back into his cushion.Â
You giggle before giving in: âOk⊠we can find something elseââ
âPut it on, Y/N,â he prompts, making you smile widely as you click into it. Most rom-coms are not exactly cinematic masterpieces but something about The Holiday gets you every single time.Â
As soon as the narration starts, Kate Winsletâs lovely voice going on about love, you wonder if youâve made a terrible mistake. Why would you choose to watch a love story with a man that makes you this giddy? Rookie mistake.Â
You wiggle down into your corner, tugging the blanket closer around you as a protective barrier. At least when Jude Lawâs handsome face is on the screen, it provides a form of distraction.Â
âThatâs why you wanted to watch this?â he asks, making you realize only then that youâre smiling at the screen.
Your eyes fall closed, defence on the tip of your tongue, but after a moment you just shush him, refocusing on the TV with a grin.Â
âIs that what youâre into?â he continues to bug you.
âWhat? Charming? Sweet? Sexy?â
âOh, wow,â he scoffs, face lighting up into a smile as he turns a little more in his seat to face you.Â
You shove at his shoulder in return, attempting to direct him back to the TV. âStop it. Come on, you cannot tell me that that isnât a dreamy man.â When you raise your hand, he finally looks back over with you just as the two on the screen are leaning into a soft kiss.Â
He watches for a moment then you can see in your periphery as he turns his head back towards you. âNot exactly my type,â he admits with a little laugh. âBut Iâll give it to you.â
You shake your head once more, a habit you canât stop every time heâs playful with you. Which seems to be every other second.Â
For a minute, you think youâre past it but then the kiss just grows more sensual, his hands pushing back into Cameron Diazâs hair, and you can feel yourself flushing hot â twice as much too, knowing that heâs watching your reaction.Â
Mingyu lets out a laugh but when you turn your head to glare at him, he presses his lips together as if trying his best to suppress it, shaking his head ânoâ and motioning you back to the TV.
âYouâre the worst,â you mutter through your uncontainable smile, refusing to look at him anymore. âPay attention.â
âI am paying attention!â
Through a good chunk of the movie, he does seem to be paying attention⊠right up until itâs revealed that the love interest is actually a single dad, and you can feel his eyes land on you again.Â
You lift your head from where itâs resting to peer at him curiously. Oh, he looks too pleased with himself.Â
âSingle dads, huh?â
Your jaw drops open first but then your eyes are quickly rolling as you pull the pillow from beside you to whap him with it.Â
âOk, okââ he gets out through battered chuckles, his arms shooting up to attempt to block your hits. âIâll stop. I promise.â
âYou better. You invite me over here just to tease me the whole time,â you complain.
âSeriously, Iâll stop, Iâm sorry. Iâm just being a shit,â he says, continuing to shake his head then turning to stare back at the screen.
You side-eye him for another moment before looking back to the cute giggling children on the TV.
âAre you a hopeless romantic?â he asks, garnering your gaze once again. âIs that why you chose this?â
A little breath of amusement comes out of you. âNot exactly. Actually⊠kind of the opposite now.â
âReally?â
âYeah⊠I guess Iâm just a little jaded from⊠past stuff,â you explain nonchalantly, unsure how much he is open to hearing, and especially unsure how much you are comfortable sharing. But then again, if youâre going to continue to flirt mercilessly with each other then you suppose he deserves to know a bit more.
âAh, ok. Thatâs fair,â he says gently. âI suppose weâre all a little messed up from our pasts.âÂ
âYeah. So, love isnât really in the cards for right now.â
âNot at all?â he asks, his brows lifting slightly though youâre trying not to look at him too closely, using the ongoing movie as an excuse.
âI donât think so. ⊠What about you? You dating anyone?â you flip it around, having the courage to do so considering the direction the conversation has taken.Â
âMe? No. ⊠Not exactly easy to do. With Marco, and then with all the work going into changing jobs... Iâve been so focused on that. Dating hasnât really been on my radar.â
Hm. Heâs not dating anyone.Â
âOh. The self-proclaimed âhot dadâ isnât even taking advantage of the single life, huh?â you chide. When he grins wide at that, seemingly blushing as he looks down to his lap, itâs somehow even cuter than the teasing smile heâs been giving you throughout the night.Â
âI mean, not everyone wants to date someone with a kid anyway. ... They see that Iâve already done all that stuff...â He tilts his head, looking as though he might go on. âThey want it to be my first time like itâs their first time, you know?âŠEngagement, pregnancy announcement, whatever. But itâs just not. Thereâs nothing I can do about that now.â He shrugs a little, making the words seem simpler than what they actually are.
âSo, youâve dated? Since you and his momâŠ?â
âJust one person really. But yeah, thatâs what got in the way. And once she realized it was a problem for her⊠well, that was it. ... Itâs kind of hard for me to think about introducing anyone to Marco now.â He pauses for a moment then looks away from you, scrunching up his nose in a little wince as he says: âHe got kind of used to having her around soâŠâÂ
You nod but canât help the way your stomach feels like itâs swirling. âRight. That makes sense; you donât want things to be confusing for him.â
âExactly, yeah. So, I guess I have to be a bit more careful,â he continues, letting himself break into a light-hearted little chuckle. âIâm trying to be better at that. For both our sakes.â
âMm, good idea,â you say through a little smile. âYou still have hope then? After everything?â The question comes out before you can really stop it.
âOf course. You donât?â It surprises you how quick, how confidently he answers â even after his marriage didnât work out.
You hum a little, regretting the question now that itâs being reflected back. âIâm not sure I can. It kind of just seems like everything falls apart no matter what, doesnât it?â
âHow can we know? If we donât try?â he says so simply, the smile in his eyes making you all soft and warm in all the ways youâre scared of.Â
âWell, I think we found the hopeless romantic in the room,â you tease, breaking away from his gaze in an attempt for self-preservation.Â
He chuckles cutely. âYeah, yeah. I guess you got me.â
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It feels right and wrong at the same time, the way you keep your distance a little more after the chat. He walks you to the door and stands back as you put your shoes on, finding your purse to hand it to you once you've straightened up again. Then he just looks at you for a second, letting his hands sink into the front pockets of his denim.Â
âThank you for feeding me. It was the best meal Iâve had in a long time,â you say then watch as he eases in front of you, smiling at the floor before peering up at you through thick lashes. You arenât sure where the confident, unswayable man that you first met has gone but he is somehow getting cuter with each side he shows you, this shyer, even softer-spoken Mingyu being no exception.Â
âIt was my pleasure, honestly. I love cooking for people. And actual feedback beyond a âyeahhhâ when I ask if somethingâs good.â
You laugh, able to picture it clearly, the kid so wrapped up in his meal that heâd barely answer you if you asked him a question. âOh, Marco,â you say fondly, smiling as you turn and reach for the door handle.Â
âDoes he drive you nuts? And youâre just being nice about it?â he jokes, finding his place against the door frame as you spin on the front step to face him, now having to look up even more at him thanks to the level difference.Â
âNo, no⊠Not at all,â you answer quickly, amused by the assumption. âI honestly think heâs the best. Even though Iâm absolutely not supposed to say that.â
âAh, you probably say that to all the parents.â
âI do not!â you defend, crossing your arms over your chest for show. Or maybe just to keep you from reaching out and flirtily shoving him for the tenth time that night. âNah, I know it sounds silly but I⊠I donât know. I liked Marco from, like, the day I started. He shot me one of those big smiles⊠That was it,â you say, popping your shoulder in a little shrug.Â
He chuckles a little, gaze falling down as he lets his head drop to the side. âIâm glad.âÂ
You watch him for a second in comfortable silence, meeting his eyes when they peer up at you once more. You want to kiss him. Youâre also crazy enough to think he might want the same thing.Â
But itâs obvious to you â and probably just as much to him â that after tonight, that canât happen. No matter how much you would absolutely die to have his body on yours, you just know you canât do that. Not if it means signing up for something that you are in no way ready for.Â
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Between that night and the next time he reaches out to you a few days later, you have all but convinced yourself that you would no longer spend time alone with Mingyu. You canât be trusted. Youâre sexually-deprived, and heâs beyond perfect, and itâs an absolute recipe for disaster. If he had so much as leaned in an inch that night, you wouldâve closed the gap, smashing your lips to his.Â
Youâre still holding onto this resolve strongly when you check your phone during nap timeâŠ
MG: Hey đ
MG: Itâs totally fine if youâre busy but if youâre not
MG: A few friends want me to join them to shoot hoops tonight and thought it might be more fun for you and Marco to hang out at the park instead of trying to find someone to watch him at home
MG: (Secretly hoping heâll want to watch for a bit too but who knows)
The image of Mingyu playing basketball is far too good to say ânoâ to, despite that being exactly what you should be saying. Itâs not you and Mingyu spending time together alone at least. You look across the room, seeing Marco asleep on his cot, mixed in with the rest of the napping kids.Â
MG: Thereâs a playground there for him in case that wasnât clear!
YN: Heâs going to get sick of me haha
MG: I donât think thatâs possible lol
YN: đ
YN: It works for me yeah
YN: Are you still picking him up?
MG: Itâs actually the park beside where the festival was đđ
MG: If you want to walk over with him
MG: Or I can come get him
YN: Lol fine you can be Mingyu đ
YN: Since you want it so bad
MG: đ
YN: Weâll walk to you
YN: I gotta go. Your child is awake and making animal noises
MG: Haha Iâm sorry
At 5:30pm, you lead Marco down the street to the park, bumbling along together hand-in-hand. Thankfully he listens well â he always seems to when heâs the only kid and you could put your focus completely on him. Itâs only once youâre close enough, and he can clearly see his dad standing inside the basketball courts, that you let go so he can run to him, yelling âDaddyyyyyy!â the whole way.Â
Mingyuâs head flies to the side, face lighting up at his toddler barrelling towards him like lightning with those long legs. He jogs over, bending down just as Marco runs into the fence, fingers wrapping around the metal grid.Â
Trailing behind, you canât hear them clearly yet but you watch, probably a little too dreamily, as the two talk animatedly with each other, Mingyu motioning to his friends whoâve started to make their way closer, one of them dribbling a basketball casually as he goes.Â
Then Mingyu gestures for Marco to come around, pointing to the opening at the corner so he can run in and jump into his arms, the child gripping comfortably around his dadâs neck as he settles him on his hip to talk to the other men, wide smiles on all of them.Â
You follow, stopping at the corner of the courts to lean against the pole, letting them have their little moment, and shooting them all a little smile and wave when Marco loudly exclaims that âTeacherâ brought him and whips his head around to find you and point.Â
After a minute, Mingyu walks Marco over, still holding him. He looks way too good in basketball shorts and a cut-off t-shirt, way more casual than youâve seen him. Until now, you havenât been blessed with a full view of his biceps and shoulders. Now, you really wish you could have remained in blissful ignorance. You donât need any more fuel for this fire if you are to actually be friends.
âThank you for this,â he leads with, looking at Marco with a warm smile before bringing it over to you.
âNo problem,â you reply, getting a bit bashful despite yourself. âItâs really nice out anyways.â
âItâs been a while since Iâve had the chance to throw a ball around so, if you guys watch at all⊠Just know that Iâm better than this, alright?â he warns as he bends, letting Marcoâs feet find the ground.Â
âSure, sure,â you say with a sarcastic little nod.Â
He just smirks back before resting a hand on Marcoâs shoulder, looking down to meet the big brown eyes looking up at him. âAre you going to watch Daddy play?â
âI-I want to go on the slide!â he says, his head turning to settle his gaze on the red spiral not too far from you.Â
Damn, you kind of want to watch Daddy play.
But instead of making that obvious, you just chuckle and shrug at Mingyu.
âAh. Canât say Iâm surprised,â he sighs through a smile then starts to take a few steps backwards. âJust come get me if you need me.â
âWill do! ⊠Ok, letâs go, kiddo.â You trail after Marco, watching him closely as he runs for the playset, instantly becoming distracted by the spinning discs and the pirate wheel and the wobbly bridge. The playground is far more exciting then the little hill and slide you have at the daycare, you have to admit. Eventually, heâll notice the spiral slide once more.
Over the next forty-five minutes, your glances towards the courts are few, partly because Marco is so fast that you could lose him in a second if you arenât careful, but also partly because you do not want Mingyu to see you looking. Not when he is with his friends, running around, all flushed and sweaty, shirt sticking to his back and chestâŠ
Ok, you do look a little. But you keep it brief, training your gaze back on Marco quickly and following him around to the other side of the playground when he decides itâs time for the swings.
A few minutes of swinging, him squealing then cackling every time you push him borderline too high, and then heâs coming to you and reaching for your hand.Â
âCan we go to Daddy?â
âOh. Yeah, sure. I think heâs still playingâŠâ you start to explain as you lead him in the right direction, making sure to stop and pour the pebbles out that have gotten stuck in his light-up shoes. âAre you going to try basketball like your dad someday?â you ask casually, noticing the way he focuses on the ball soaring around the court as the two of you get close.
âMe?â
âYeah, you could play if you want. Youâre already pretty tall which is a good thing.â
âI want to play basketball!â
âRight now, you want to play?â
He doesnât respond, just looks back at the pick-up game, finding his dad.
âUh, maybe. We can see. I think your dad might love that actually.â You take him over to the opening for the court, not sure whether you should interrupt, but just then Mingyu notices you and immediately calls for a little pause before jogging your way.Â
âHi.â
âHi!â he replies, a bit out of breath, forehead shimmery with sweat. âEverything ok? We were only going to do another twenty or so.â
âNo, thatâs ok. I was just bringing him over because he asked. He says he wants to play with you,â you relay, breaking into a little chuckle. When you look down at Marco, still diligently holding your hand, his eyes are focused on the ball being dribbled back and forth by one of his dadâs friends.Â
âHe wants to play with me??â he repeats, exaggerating the excitement and surprise in his voice for Marcoâs amusement as he kneels down to the boyâs level. âYou want to try, buddy?â
âYeah!â he says, letting go of you to walk into his dad, hands pressing to his shoulders familiarly, though he continues to watch the ball.Â
âOk, letâs go!â He scoops Marco up, giving him a little bounce. âUm⊠if you want to go you can. Or, if you want to, like, stick around for a bit, we could go to that cafe after. Get him a snack?â he suggests, pointing his free hand at the cute spot on the corner.
You should go.Â
âUh, yeah, sure. I donât mind watching for a bit.â
Whoops.
âOk,â he says, all soft and smiley, before turning to walk back to the group.
Shit, he really gives you butterflies, especially when he looks at you like that.Â
As you step in, finding the bench along the edge and plopping down, you have to tell yourself sternly not to just stare at him the whole time. Which is really hard with how gorgeous he looks, not to mention the fact that heâs very patiently yet goofily trying to teach Marco how to dribble with a ball that is clearly too large and heavy for a small child.Â
When Marco finally bounces it a couple times by himself, he giggles loudly, messing himself up until the ball is running away from him and he has to go after it. âTeacher! ⊠Teacher, did you see that?â
âI did!â you call back through a big smile, giving him a few silent claps of your hands before crossing them back over your chest.
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The cafe is nice. You both talk with Marco the whole time, going back and forth between relaying daycare happenings to Mingyu then asking Marco various questions. He doesnât have the clearest diction but he gets excited when asked about his favourite things, adorably rambling on in a way that somewhat makes sense, helped by his dadâs input.Â
After that, it becomes a bit of a routine: Mingyu playing basketball with his buddies each Thursday, you bringing Marco over to watch, then the three of you spending a little extra time together until dinner time. He ends up introducing his friends, Joshua, Seungcheol, and Jeonghan, who all seem super nice, likely helped by the fact that youâre the one making it possible for them to hang out with Mingyu again each week.Â
Against your better judgement, itâs absolutely your favourite day of the week. Not only because you get to spend more time with him, getting little additional glimpses into his life, but⊠those damn cut-off shirts, making his arms look massive. Those would get you every time.Â
He doesnât invite you over to his house though, opting for different spots in the area. Well, until the fourth time.
âI seriously made too much. He and I will never get through it all,â he tells you as you walk with them towards their car. âPlus, I need your expert opinion anyways.â
âYou know I donât say no to free food,â you say with a laugh. âYou donât need to butter me up.â
âI know, I know. I just⊠I feel like I take up so much of your time,â he says, a little bashful as he pulls the door open, looking to you as he waits for Marco to climb up into his seat.Â
âYou do realize weâre actually friends, right?â you tease. âYou stopped paying me to watch Marco a long time ago.â
He laughs from inside the car, nearly hitting his head when he stands back up after buckling him in. âWhich I still feel bad about.â
âOh my god,â you whine, taking the passenger seat once he pulls it open for you. âDonât start.â
Youâre still smiling when he climbs in on his side, easily popping the car into reverse and backing out smoothly. Thatâs attractive when anyone does it, right? Not just because itâs him?
âBesides, you pay me in food. Pretty sure Iâve eaten enough of your i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m to make up for the free childcare.â
âIt is shockingly impressive how quickly you can put away a pint.â
âHey, you eat it just as fast.â
âAnd Iâm twice your height.â
âShut up,â you gawk, smacking into his arm with the back of your hand, making him whinge dramatically, reaching over to rub it. âHe can probably do it too,â you say, twisting in your seat to see Marco, who looks over at you with big eyes and a smile when he notices you.Â
âTeacher⊠are you coming to my house?â
âUh-huh, Iâm gonna have dinner with you. Is that ok?â
âYeahhh,â he says softly before focusing his eyes back on the trees flying by outside.Â
When you turn back around, Mingyu smiles at you too for a moment before retraining his gaze on the road ahead.Â
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After dinner, you insist on doing the dishes, keeping an eye on Marco playing, while Mingyu takes a quick shower. Then the three of you watch a movie.
You havenât been to their house in weeks but you feel as welcome as ever when Marco cuddles up into your side and actually stays still for longer than a minute, body slumped against your arm, eyes fixed on the TV.Â
It feels nice in a way that is hard for you to grasp because as much as you love all the kids youâve met and taught and cared for, you don't felt quite like this about any of the others.Â
Maybe if you donât move at all, heâll stay right there, totally relaxed against you, for a while. Marco barely ever stays still but now, thanks to Toy Story, he hasnât moved for a full twenty minutes and counting.Â
From the other side, Mingyu looks at you just as you look over at him, his eyes dipping down to his son then back up to you as a close-lipped smile presses onto his lips. Then he mouths: âCute.â
You glance down and your lip juts out, eager to express just how adorable you find the boy, even if you can only see him from above, his squishy cheek pressed against your arm.Â
When you look back up, heâs still watching you. âDo you need anything?â he asks quietly.Â
You think for a second before giving him a cheeky hinting smile.Â
He just rolls his eyes and gets up, returning a minute later with ice cream. But instead of handing you a pint or a spoon, he simply scoops out a spoonful and holds it out for you, being totally quiet so as to not distract the little one.Â
You shake your head just barely before opening your mouth, receiving the bite, and mouthing a little âThank youâ back to him. He gives you a sure little nod in return before serving himself a bite.Â
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âOk, Marco. Time to go up. Say goodnight to Y/N,â Mingyu says gently, giving Marco a tap on the butt. Heâs lying on your lap now but lifts his head quickly, as if coming out of a trance, at his dadâs words.Â
âNooo, itâs not time,â he whines, clearly past tired as he rubs at his eye with a small fist.Â
Mingyu gets up slowly, coming to stand over the two of you with his towering height. âRemember? I said after the movie, weâre going to get into our pajamas and brush our teeth and get into bed. Come on, bud.âÂ
âWanna stay with Teacher.â
That makes the both of you chuckle although you both try to stifle it.
âY/Nâs going too. She has to go to sleep. Sheâs tired too. Arenât you?â
âOh, yeah,â you play along, turning a little in your seat to gently help him off you and steer him towards getting up. âI think itâs almost my bedtime too. Come on.â
He gets up slowly, letting out another whine, but stays close to you, even once you stand up as well.Â
âLetâs go, Marco,â Mingyu says a bit more sternly as he starts down the hallway, stopping in the archway to turn and give him a little look.Â
âAre you leaving?â Marco asks you through tired eyes, rubbing them once again until strands of his bangs are hanging in front of them. Carefully, you brush them out of the way, heart pinching at the sound of his little voice.Â
âIâm going to go in a little bit, yeah. Do you want me to walk you upstairs?â
He just lifts his arms up, a clear request to be carried.Â
You glance up at Mingyu. You donât carry the kids at your job often, usually only if they get hurt or need extra comfort for a few minutes. Marco, youâve probably only carried once in the few months youâve been working there. But you do love carrying them â that damn nurturing instinct in you just sings at the feeling of a kid clinging onto you.Â
Mingyu shrugs in response. âUp to you.â
After a quick second, youâre bending down to haul him onto your hip. Heâs pretty heavy â heâs so tall for four and especially in his sleepy state, heâs just a warm cozy dead weight wrapped around you, his arms locking behind your neck, long legs swaying with your movements as you walk to join Mingyu.Â
âYou donât have to,â he whispers through a little smile once youâre close.
âI donât mind,â you whisper back, holding Marco tightly as you follow him up the stairs into the red and blue decorated bedroom.Â
At each step of the bedtime routine, Mingyu tries to get Marco to say goodnight to you and move onto the next thing. And at each step, he asks you to stay. Apparently he needs to show you his dinosaur pajamas. Then he needs to show you his new tooth brush and how great he is at brushing his tongue.Â
Of course, he then has to show you his current favourite book to be read, of which he has memorized all the words anyway. Mingyu would say the first half of the sentence then Marco would say the rest in his adorable way, making Mingyu smile widely each time. Sometimes he even would scrunch up his nose and eyes while listening. You arenât sure which one of them is cuter.
Itâs only once the book is done and the light is off, and Mingyu is somehow curled up in the tiny bed beside his son that youâre able to leave, saying a hushed, âGoodnight, kiddo,â before you slip out the door, leaving it open just a crack.
You tip-toe down the stairs then hover in the kitchen, unsure whether you are actually supposed to leave or not. What if he expects you to? What if you leave and heâs not expecting you to? Which one is less awkward?
Instead of deciding, you take a few minutes to bring the empty ice cream container back to the kitchen, rinsing it and the spoon in the sink, searching for the recycling bin, figuring itâs fair for you to take the few minutes to clean up while he puts Marco to bed.Â
Not to mention, that you donât really want to leave. As much as youâve been good about not flirting with him too heavily, you still love being around Mingyu. You crave it. Which maybe is not a totally normal feeling about a friend.
Itâs difficult for you to make the right decision every time, considering the perpetual pull you feel towards him. You know the right decision doesnât include you putting his son to bed with him. The right decision definitely doesnât include hanging around after Marco has gone to bed, cleaning up the kitchen as if you belonged here. Because the last time you were alone together, you wanted to kiss him.Â
But here you are again.
He comes down after five minutes, walking as lightly as possible on the hallway floorboards before peeking around the corner into the kitchen and living room, looking for you. Â
âOh, ok,â he breathes out before chuckling quietly. âI wasnât sure if youâd actually left.â
âI wasnât sure if I was supposed to,â you joke, relieved that he had questioned it in the same way, while you dry your hands on the towel hanging on the front of his oven.Â
âYou donât actually have to go to bed,â he admits cutely.Â
âNo? Youâre not sending me to bed?â you tease, unable to help it. Heâs just so very teasable.Â
Closer to you now, he plays back, âWould you have listened?âÂ
Gaze falling to the floor, you sneer out the tiniest laugh â a defence mechanism because you canât stop your brain from going the absolute wrong way with this. âDepends how convincing you are, I suppose.â
âI can beâŠâ His palms find the counter behind him, his body leaning back and stretching slightly. â...pretty convincing.â
You try with all your might not to look â but alas, your eyes flick to the smooth bronze sliver of lower stomach that becomes visible above the waistband of his pants, before jumping back up to his face awkwardly, your face immediately getting hot. He has to know what heâs doing; that has to be on purpose.Â
âI, uh⊠washed up those few things,â you say, starting to smile nervously in your embarrassment as you toss a thumb in the direction of the sink.Â
âYou really donât have to do that,â he replies softly as his eyes settle back on you.Â
âIt was very delicious,â you carry on, ignoring him for your own safety, and walking by to pick up your phone, checking it out of habit.Â
8:52pm.
âSee, youâve already eaten all my ice cream so I guess I need to get creative if I want you to stay longer, huh?â he says as he comes up beside you, sighing a little for effect. But when you look up at him, heâs all charming smile. You arenât often speechless, but really, what are you supposed to do with that?Â
Your nod is tiny, cute even, but also certain, your eyes locked on his, even as you bite nervously at the inside of your lip.Â
âOk, then, whatâs the next film I need to be educated on?â
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The Prestige? You werenât able to shut up.
Bad Times at the El Royale? Totally silent as the first scene plays out. And itâs not because you arenât as enthusiastic about the filmmaking.
To be fair, you are practically notorious at this point for telling him he has to focus, he canât miss a single thing, so maybe he isnât aware of the difference. But you are aware of it. Aware of him, quite close to you, his thigh resting lightly against your knee thanks to how you are curled up on your cushion, body facing him a bit.Â
âWhat the fuck is happening?â he asks at the four-minute mark, making you chuckle.Â
âYou just have to watch and see.â
He sends you a look.
âI canât tell you. Thatâs the whole point.â
âBut what was he doing?â
âMingyu,â you scold through your breath.
âIs this the same hotel?â
This time you shoot him a look, bringing a finger up to his pretty lips a second later when he opens his mouth again.
He just smirks, cheeks pushing up, trying but failing to hide how fucking amused he is at your slight annoyance.Â
âJust. Watch,â you whisper. But then youâre breaking your own rule, your eyes stuck on him as he slowly relaxes his face, his gaze darting down to the finger you had raised then back to you. You bring your hand down slowly, once again a little embarrassed. âYouâre⊠not watching,â you say quietly.Â
âNeither are you.â His gaze dips down slightly, to what you can only imagine are your lips. Just for a moment.Â
Your heart rate speeds up, letting your own vision fixate on his full bottom lip for a moment. Just a moment.Â
Wow, wow, wow, this is absolutely what a crush is supposed to feel like. Oh no.
âIâŠâ he says, so quiet, just as he leans towards you a little, his eyebrow pinching together slightly in that adorably innocent way.Â
You let yourself mirror him, going twenty to his eighty, then your lips are meeting. So very gently. Are you both just terrified of scaring the other off? When have you ever been this timid with someone?Â
Well, when have you ever been this into someone?Â
Your hand floats up to gingerly find his jaw, barely touching him, just fingertips, the sounds of the movie completely washed out in the background. But when the chaste kiss ends naturally, you find yourself pulling him back to you, not letting him go farther than a inch before youâre kissing him again, your palm brushing over his cheek.Â
Slowly, he makes it a real kiss, seemingly encouraged: letting his hand find your knee, letting his lips caress and pull a little at yours, letting the smallest sound of satisfaction slip from his throat.Â
Shit, he feels so good to kiss. Like everything you imagined but even better, all big and warm and soft. But also, invigorating.
You let him in, shuffling a tiny bit closer on your knees when his arm comes up to rest on the back of the couch and his body turns more towards you, big hand sliding up your thigh just a tad. Heâs being so careful, tongue barely teasing at your lip, then subsequently doing the same to your tongue when you kiss him more deeply; but you can feel the eagerness in both of you. You want to climb on top of him, and wrap every part of you around him.Â
Taking in a deep breath, your other hand comes up, both of them sliding back into his hair, enjoying the softness between your fingers. How does everything about him feel so perfect? He feels good, smells good, tastes good.Â
After the most wonderful minute, your lips part just as gently as they came together, hesitant and slow. You donât want to stop but you also really want to look at him.
Heâs harder to read now â not smiling but certainly not unhappy. Just watching you openly, taking you in, as he lightly rubs his lips together.Â
Your hands have slid down his neck but now you slide them further, not really thinking, just letting them skim over his chest. Overwhelmed, you tip your head to the side, letting it rest against his arm where it lay, and close your eyes, your shyness in the face of him making the corners of your mouth turn up a little. After a moment, you turn into the warmth of his skin, hiding your face in his bicep.
From just the sound of his breath, you can tell heâs smiling. Then heâs wrapping his other arm around you, scooting closer as he pulls you to him with a little groan of effort, ending up with you fully curled up in his chest. His face comes to the side of your head as he cuddles you, your body fitting so incredibly well in his embrace.Â
âI didnât fuck up, did I?â he asks close to your ear. And even that makes your heart speed up more. All low and sexy. But also all caring and sweet.Â
You shake your head right away, something he probably feels more than he sees. âNo, no⊠I justâŠâ you breathe out, trying to remember how to play it cool for a second even though there is probably no point anymore. âWasnât sure if that would happen. Or should happen. So, I'm just⊠trying to process.â
Really, you know the answer. It shouldnât happen. But you need to make light of it so you wonât start to panic. You canât see him, your head still tucked into his shoulder, but youâre kind of glad for it when he lets out a little unreliable: âMm.â
âI just donât think Iâm in a place to,â you pause, not wanting to say it, not wanting to ruin how fucking perfect this feels. But heâs complicated in a way that you arenât prepared for. âTo be in something serious with someone? Just⊠casual?â Itâs a question only in that you wonder if he can understand.Â
âRight,â he says, a little stilted, but he doesnât change his hold on you, still cuddling you against him, a heavy arm wrapped around your back.Â
As sure as you have been all night that he knows his effect on you, you feel suddenly concerned. âThis feels really good though. Like⊠Like fucking nice,â you say, trying to make it clear in your voice and the way you let your fingers bunch up in his t-shirt that you really donât want him to let go.Â
He lets out a breath, as if he hasnât breathed since he pulled you in, and you feel his forehead press against the top of your shoulder. âFuck, Y/NâŠâ he sighs through a little disbelieving laugh.Â
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, joining him in the disappointment-tinged chuckle. As you nuzzle into his neck a little more, letting his mix of deodorant and shampoo and skin cloud your mind for the moment.Â
âIâŠâ He groans, but itâs so fucking cute, hearing the frustration even while heâs trying to play it off. âI donât think I can do âcasualâ.â
Your face scrunches up a bit. That is definitely not what you want to hear. He needs so much more than you can give. Someone whoâs not so scared to leap. âI⊠donât think I can do anything other than casual.â
âMmm,â he groans again, raspier, before taking in a deep breath. Youâre so close to him, his throat, his chest, that every noise is just magnified, the grit in the rumble of his voice and the tightness in the sigh he releases.
Itâs dumb â his stupid sounds are just making you feel even more drunk on him, thinking dirty thoughts that you canât control. Even as the two of you are clearly unearthing the neon sign that reads: This canât happen.Â
You shift your hold on him, sliding your arm around his waist a little more.
âYouâre killing me,â he murmurs suddenly. The press of his head leaves your shoulder and then his arm is moving, hand coming to your hair to gently prompt your head to lift it so that you could look at him.Â
Goddamnit, still so damn sexy. You look at his lips again. Then back to his pretty eyes. Caught once again â because you really shouldnât be looking and thinking about feeling him some more.Â
He kisses you harder this time, bracing his hand on the back of your head as his mouth envelops yours. With a sharp intake of breath, youâre kissing him back, immediately pulling him closer to you even though itâs practically impossible in the position. His fist closes in your hair, not forceful, but just enough to feel the tension in him, letting it seep through the strands into your skin.Â
His tongue moves slowly, the right pace for indulgence, for melting into someone. Does he really need to be an incredible kisser too? Does he not have enough boxes ticked already?
You part again after another minute, becoming too aware of the rush in your veins. Still, you hover close, lips grazing once or twice as you both catch your breath. âShould I goâŠ? Or⊠are we watching?â you whisper. âBecause I think this is dangerous.â
He pulls back a little more, seemingly in thought before answering: âWill you stay?â Then he lets a little smile poke through. âI promise Iâll pay attention.â
âYou better,â you reciprocate, extricating your hands from him despite their unwillingness, letting yourself settle against his side instead.
He watches you for another moment before he presses his lips together and gives a little nod â more to himself or to you, you arenât sure â then looks back at the screen. âIâll, uhâŠâ With a little performative cough and a smirk, he reaches for the remote. âRewind.â
A/N: this Mingyu is my perfect man ok?? everything about this fic is personal to me including my love for The Prestige. i purposely left out any spoilers bc if you havenât seen it you need to go watch it unspoiled lol. thank you so much for reading and keep an eye out for part 2 :D
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