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theaestayticzen · 2 years ago
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boyfriend!seungwoo
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ *giving him all the love he deserves*
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taexual · 2 years ago
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Challenge / Mingyu x Reader
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You turn the tables on Mingyu and come out of what was supposed to be a ploy to get you into his bed as a winner, leaving him flustered, surprised, and, most importantly, craving more of you.
pairing: college!au – Mingyu x Reader
warnings: this is just 5k words worth of flirting, teasing + sexual themes
words: 5.1k
ANON REQUEST: Can I request a college fuckboy Mingyu scenario? Whatever happens is fine ☺️
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You weren’t a new face at college parties. You’ve been to a handful of them since you started school here but you couldn’t say you ever created any long-lasting memories there. Getting drunk and spending the entire night slurring your words and befriending random strangers wasn’t your ideal past-time activity and neither was watching other people do that.
And yet, even though you didn’t really enjoy the crowds that you’ve seen at parties like this, you still couldn’t help but show up at some of the usual end-of-the-week ragers that a group of students from your year was hosting simply because your roommate refused to participate in anything that involved any kind of alcohol and you were craving a way to relax after mid-terms. Lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling the entire weekend didn’t seem quite as fun as getting so drunk, you finally numbed some of the anxiety you’d been feeling for two weeks now.
You were only on your second drink when–while trying to avoid a group of three girls who kept laughing in a very loud and intimidating way–you stumbled into the living room, excited to find some peace on one of the white – bad choice – couches by the furthest wall of the room, and then ended up becoming the very center of attention when a tall, half-drunk guy plopped himself on the couch next to you, all while yelling something at his friends across the room.
“Hi!” passed the boy’s lips immediately after you looked at him but half a second before you registered how attractive he was and momentarily lost the ability to speak. “I don’t think we’ve met before.”
Aware that his friends were watching him – so this was probably a dare and nothing else; you’ve seen guys hit on girls like it was all one big game plenty of times before – you took a sip of your drink and looked away. “Yeah, I don’t think we have.”
“We—” the boy was obviously thrown aback by the dismissal in your voice but that only seemed to intrigue him more. “How about we change that? I’m Mingyu and I think you’re very beautiful.”
Deciding that this sounded far too much like an introduction at Alcoholics Anonymous – “Hi, my name is John and I’m an alcoholic” – you decided to humor the guy, and drop your name with a very laid-back, “and I think you’re coming off as a little too eager,” as a quick addition.
It was funny, the way your attempts to get him away from you worked, really. One might even say that they didn’t, because Mingyu just smiled, his eyebrows raised, and gave his friends a nod – declaring this challenge as accepted, no doubt – before clearing his throat.
“Well, you won’t even look at me,” he explained himself. “Maybe I’m getting a little desperate.”
You had to admit it to yourself – if this was someone else saying these exact words to you, you would have stood up and walked away. He was clearly here to show off to his friends and you weren’t into this game. However, the powerful scent of the guy next to you overcame your senses – and raised many questions, such as how was it possible that the alcohol you could also smell on him did not drown out the smell of his cologne? – and you really wanted to take another look at him.
So you did, turning your head just slightly in a way that wasn’t meant to tease him and yet did exactly that. You thought spending a few more seconds in his presence -- because you really couldn’t bring yourself to leave -- wasn’t going to change much. He was hoping it would.
“Is that enough?” you asked after locking your eyes on his. “Will your friends be pleased by your amazing skills at picking up girls now that I’m looking at you?”
Mingyu smirked, not bothered in the slightest even if you did just figure out that it was his friends – who weren’t even trying to be subtle with their staring – that had made him approach you.
“No, they actually want me to do a little more,” he replied, already having other ideas that mattered a lot more than winning precious reputation points among his peers. “I think it went something along the lines of the two of us spending the next ten minutes in that room over there all by ourselves, but I’m much classier than that. And you don’t strike me as someone very easy anyway.”
“Hmm,” your eyes darted over to the room he’d nodded at – you had assumed it was a closet and not an actual room but that was probably just the term that guys like him used to get girls into small, confined spaces with them – and then returned to him. “I don’t think anyone in this room is easy under different circumstances. They’re all just drunk and looking for a good time.”
“I like the way you’re thinking,” he replied. “You were looking pretty sad over here that’s why I came over because, you know, I’m having a blast tonight and sharing is caring.”
“Oh, so you’re sharing your good time with me?”
“Well, not yet I’m not,” his grin was far too suggestive. You looked away. “But if you’d want me to—”
“With your friends watching?” you snickered. “I’m not into that.”
Mingyu chuckled, taking the fact that you haven’t left him to sit here alone yet as proof that you were more interested in him than you let on.
“No?” he questioned teasingly. “I’d have thought it was your style to put on a show.”
You raised your eyebrows at this brave statement that had come from someone who’d met you barely five minutes ago. “How well you know me.”
“I’m just making an assumption,” Mingyu shrugged his shoulders. “Beautiful people aren’t likely to stay hiding in the shadows. They like attention.”
“Huh,” you started, “guess that means I’m not beautiful, then.”
He disagreed right away, “no, that’s definitely not the case. Maybe I’m just wrong. Give me a chance to get to know you so I can change my mind about you.”
You could tell that he didn’t mean the traditional “getting to know” that other people would have meant. He’d come here to prove a point to his friends and – while you were a little curious to find out what that point was exactly – that made you feel better about leading him on.
“And how would you like to do that?” you asked. “21 Questions is your kind of game, isn’t it?”
Mingyu’s grin widened. “How well you know me.”
You rolled your eyes, turning away – partially to hide the smile that had appeared on your face after he used your own words on you – and then finishing your drink in one big gulp.
“Should I start, then?” Mingyu asked, his eyes following you as you got up from the couch to put the empty cup away. He wasn’t even trying to stop you – he could already tell you weren’t standing up to leave and he’d have been lying if he’d said that capturing your attention no matter how hard you resisted didn’t excite him.
“Oh, so, I was right,” you said, your eyebrows rising in surprise as you sat back down next to him. “You do pick up girls by asking them random, most likely sexual questions. Let me guess, your first one will be if I’m a virgin.”
“No,” he replied, amused by your wit. “I already know you’re not.”
“You’re making a lot of assumptions based on very little information,” you informed him. “That’s bold.”
“Or maybe I’m just very talented at reading people,” he countered and then glanced over your shoulder at a couple that had been making out ever since you entered the living room. “For example, I’m fully convinced that as soon as that guy pulls away, the girl will find herself someone else to make out with.”
You turned around to see the couple he was talking about and frowned, not understanding how he’d reached that conclusion. “I don’t—”
You stopped once the guy pulled away from the kiss – just like Mingyu had said – and then, after whispering something into the girl’s ear, walked away. You watched the girl spend one whole minute looking around before grabbing the hand of a guy to her and shoving her tongue down his throat all within the next few moments. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem to mind.
“Okay,” you looked back at Mingyu, genuinely impressed. His ego ate your expression up. “Explain yourself.”
He just shrugged his shoulders. “A magician never tells his secrets.”
You squinted your eyes at him. “You’ve slept with her before, haven’t you? You already knew she gets, uh, affectionate when she drinks.”
“Nice!” Mingyu was clapping as you shook your head. “You catch on fast. I like that.”
“Your skill isn’t that impressive when you actually know the people you’re making assumptions about,” you said.
“Oh, but it was impressive when I got everything right about you,”  he replied, biting his lip when you rolled your eyes again. Your defiance attracted him in the most surprising of ways. “Let me actually ask you something now.”
“Why?” you stopped him again. “I thought you were doing a pretty good job just guessing what I was really like.”
“That’s right, I was,” he went with it. “But maybe I just want to listen to your voice now.”
You had to admit, Mingyu had a pretty impressive reserve of lines he was always ready to use and you didn’t always have a comeback ready to each and every single thing he said because, frankly, you were starting to feel flustered under his gaze and it was even more difficult to keep your composure when your heart – or was it your body that was giving in? – didn’t really want to feign indifference anymore.
“Okay,” you said. “Go ahead. Do me your worst.”
“‘Worst’ is not a word in my vocabulary,” his cocky response made you want to roll your eyes again but you resisted. “What is the one thing that turns you on the most?”
You hadn’t expected him to start off easy, but getting straight to the point seemed to still take you by surprise.
Mingyu must have noticed the look on your face because he added, after a moment, “I’m just trying to see if we’re compatible.”
“Well, I’m certainly not into ropes and chains,” you said, a little skeptical.
His smile turned humorous. “You think I am?”
“I don’t know any other reason as to why you’d ask that question,” you said, “unless you were into some weird kinky shit.”
“Ropes and chains isn’t that weird of a kink,” he countered. “But, while I don’t mind being tied up occassionally, I always prefer being the one who ties others up.”
A sudden wave of warmth washed over you as he said this – his eyes burning into yours – but you swallowed and carried on, already having dealt with too many guys who had only approached you to get one thing out of you. You’d have liked to think that you already had an immune system against them but, surprisingly, Mingyu’s words had managed to slide inside your mind and actually affect you so much, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.
“Well, what do you know,” you replied. “I prefer tying others up, too. Guess we’re not compatible after all, then, huh? Unless you’re into laying on the bed, both of us tied to the headboard, and just staring at the ceiling because, let me tell you, that is definitely a weird kink.”
Barely a moment passed before Mingyu started to laugh, the weirdly melodious sound almost making you despise him. Why was it that guys who were never serious always had the most wholesome qualities? You swore every guy in this party that had slept with, at least, five different girls in the span of a month, had something about them that drew those girls in and it definitely wasn’t just their ability to seduce them with their words. There was always something else.
As you watched Mingyu, you started to realize that if he hadn’t opened his mouth – or even if he had, actually; but as long as he hadn’t said the things he’d said – you would have most likely developed a crush on him. He had the looks, the taste in fashion – and he probably knew very well what the three undone buttons at the top of his shirt did to the people around him – and even a sense of humor. Not to mention the number of stars you could see in his eyes each time he looked at you. It really wasn’t fair. Mingyu had the kind of eyes that made you feel special and you didn’t like the sinking feeling in your stomach when you considered how many girls he’s looked at with the exact same dreamy gaze.
“No, uh,” Mingyu started once the laughter subsided. He still had a wide smile on his face, however, and, God, did you hate it. “I’m actually more into touching than I am into ropes. I’m a simple guy.”
“I find that hard to believe,” you told him, earning another chuckle from him. Each sound from his lips seemed to captivate you so much, you didn’t even realize how long you’ve sat on this couch next to him. Clearly, it was far too long for his friends because when you looked back at the corner of the room where they’d gathered to drink, you found it empty.
“Really?” Mingyu said, throwing his arm on the back of the couch behind you and causing another wave of mixed feelings to start swirling inside of you. “I don’t see why you should doubt me. I’m very gentle, I’ve been told.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve been told a lot of things,” you commented, fighting the urge to lean back in your seat just so you could fully immerse yourself in his scent. Resisting the undeniable pull you’d felt towards him was starting to become too hard, however, and you feared it was inevitable you’d give in to him. “Doesn’t mean all of them are true.”
“Don’t break my heart,” he clutched his chest in an overly dramatic way, accidentally pulling his shirt lower and exposing more of his tan, nearly glistening chest. “I want to believe every compliment I hear.”
“Okay. Then let me ask you something,” you played along with him despite yourself. “What’s the best compliment you’ve ever been told? Just mind the details, please. I have a sensitive stomach.”
Mingyu snickered before throwing his head back and leaning into the couch more until he was half-lying on it – you had to look away before the movement of his Adam’s apple as he thought of what to say hypnotized you.
“That’s a difficult question. I’ve gotten so many compliments in my lifetime,” he confessed, joking but only partly. Ignoring your groan, he continued a moment later, “oh, this one’s weird, even I’ll admit that, but I think the best compliment I’ve ever gotten was when someone called me too patient to handle.”
You were surprised–and confused–by his choice. “That hardly sounds like a compliment.”
“That’s because you don’t know the circumstances.”
You hesitated. “Do I want to know?”
“Well, I could tell you,” Mingyu said, smirking. “Or I could show you.”
You hated the way your heart perked up at this, suddenly beating much faster and even threatening you if you didn’t ask him to elaborate. So, in a moment of weakness, you did.
“And how would you do that?” you asked, your voice a weird mix of fake-confidence and uncertainty.
He loved this question and the way his face lit up was a clear indication that he’d been waiting for you to ask him this ever since he sat down next to you. He didn’t even bother to check if his friends were watching – they weren’t – because he could not tear his eyes away from you.
“Sit on my lap,” he said, “and you’ll see.”
This order took you by surprise and you laughed – in a way that was more nervous than self-assured – to hopefully take the attention off of your flustered face, even if you had a feeling that every emotion you’d been feeling was written in your eyes anyway.
“Is that all it takes?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner as if that would have helped you shield yourself from his undeniably lusftul gaze. “You get girls to sit on your lap and they start showering you with compliments?”
“No, usually, I don’t even have to get them on my lap,” Mingyu replied. “But you’re something else.”
You had already admitted that you hated every single emotion he’s made you go through, but you hated the fact that his words really made you feel as though you were different from every other girl even more. Normally, when guys said you were different, they meant it in a demeaning way. They were trying to get you to believe that you were better by making the other girls appear worse and then they turned around and said the same thing to the other girls, too. You never enjoyed the so-called compliments like that.
But Mingyu had a talent of making you feel truly different. From everyone, not just girls. He had a way of looking at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the room and, God, it was really unfair for one person to have this much power. It was as if deep inside, you knew he was just dropping lines that he’d used on countless girls before, and yet you still couldn’t help but want to hear more.
“So, that’s your last resort, then,” you concluded, watching him warily. “And if I don’t fall for it and follow your orders, you’ll go bother someone else, right?”
“No,” Mingyu replied. “I don’t want anyone else.”
You cursed your heart for getting excited about this.
“And, actually,” he continued before you could reply, “I feel quite offended you think I’m bothering you. I’m here to give you a good time, remember?”
“Oh, that’s right,” you nodded. “Well, I’ve got bad news for you. So far, the time you’ve given me was barely mediocre.”
He grinned at this – loving the challenging look in your eyes – and patted his thighs. “Come here, then.”
You raised your eyebrows, desperately trying to keep your eyes above his chest or else you’d lose every ounce of self-control that you’ve had left just at the sight of how well these dark blue jeans fit him. “And then what?”
“And then I’ll kiss you so hard, you’ll be begging for more,” he spoke. “And, because I’m so unbelievably patient, I won’t even have to touch you.”
Recognizing what he was talking about, you tried to control your breathing.
“Isn’t this a game?” you questioned, recalling the title a moment later, “Too Hot.”
“It can be. If you want to play,” he answered. “But we don’t have to. Just come here and I’ll have you begging anyway.”
It was already decided that something was going to happen tonight between you and the outrageously attractive – and confident – stranger that had sat down next to you. It was just a matter of time, really, because, although you tried to convince yourself that you were completely in control of everything that was happening, suddenly you were throwing one leg over Mingyu’s thighs until you were straddling him, and the grin on his lips let you know that this was exactly what he’d planned.
“So, which will it be, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice a purr now that you were so close to him. You couldn’t wait to shut him up. “Game or no game?”
“Game,” you declared. “I’m sure you know the rules, yeah?”
He nodded. “The one who touches the other one first loses and has to submit completely to the winner.”
“That’s not exactly—alright, yeah,” you decided to ignore the semantics. At the end of the day, the winner of the game got to do whatever he wanted to the loser, even if Mingyu made it sound slightly more sexual. “Hands on your sides.”
He followed your orders – and the excited glint in his eyes nearly made you shiver – dropping his hands next to your thighs, but making sure to keep a respectable amount of distance. You truly could have melted just at the sight of him looking at you, waiting for your next move – a sign that he could begin the game. And the sight of him so helpless and almost completely at your will made you even more dedicated to winning, although you feared to think about the aftermath of the game because your stomach was already on fire and neither of you had done anything yet.
You dropped your own hands to your thighs, careful not to touch his torso, and then slowly raised your eyes to meet his again.
“What about the others?” you asked, aware that you and him weren’t in private – honestly, you probably wouldn’t have bothered with games if you were in private – and were, actually, surrounded by groups of drunk people.
“Oh, trust me, they couldn’t care less about us,” Mingyu replied. “And besides… I thought you weren’t one to shy away from public displays of affection?”
You rolled your eyes, not responding and taking a deep breath instead. He took it as a sign that you were done expressing your doubts – although, you were certainly not done having them – and leaned in closer.
“Let’s go, then,” he whispered, leaving the tiniest of gaps between your lips for you to fill.
Wasting just a moment – the close proximity left you shuddering and you already started to doubt yourself before even starting – you leaned in closer, connecting your lips in a kiss. Immediately, you realized that the scent of his cologne was the least of your problems in comparison to the taste of his lips.
A soft sigh passed your lips as soon as you felt him kiss you back, and, although you didn’t realize it, Mingyu was having just as many problems handling the feeling of your breath washing off on his mouth each time he kissed you. The only thing that was missing from the overwhelming sensation of tasting the cheap beer that they served at this party – which tasted like the most expensive beverage now – on his lips, was the feeling of his skin under your fingertips.
And yet, as Mingyu deepened the kiss, bringing his tongue over yours in an almost desperate way, you managed to perservere and focus all of your attention into the kiss, leaving your limbs abandoned. You didn’t last long, though, because his kisses were needy and eager as if he was afraid he’d never get to feel your kiss again in his life, and with each kiss growing messier, more frantic, and much breathier, you felt like you simply had to hold onto him.
Whining – accidentally, of course – into his mouth, you lifted your hips off of his slightly to win some leverage and take over the control of the kiss, but as soon as you lowered yourself on him again, Mingyu was suddenly kissing you with even more force. He’d bragged about being patient to you but the sounds you were making and the way you kept moving your hips against his as you fought for control was really starting to suffocate him. He needed to touch you.
“You can’t move your hips,” he grunted mid-kiss.
“Can, too,” you replied childishly, barely getting a word in before his lips were on yours again. “My hands aren’t touching you.”
He just groaned in response. The vibrations of his chest and his lips against your mouth sent waves of pleasurable shock throughout your body, which caused you to bring your hips over his again. In all truth, you weren’t really doing it on purpose. Tasting him and feeling his lips move against yours in perfect syncronization – it wasn’t even magical, it was completely surreal – made you seek any sort of physical contact you could get aside from using your hands and you ended up grinding your hips into his a little harder when you lowered yourself onto him again, after a yet another failed attempt to take control of the kiss.
Making out with someone was supposed to start out slow and gradually build up, but Mingyu had wasted no time and turned both of you into a mess of sloppy kisses and heavy breaths within the first few seconds. If anyone in the room was bothered by your very desperate game of refusing to touch each other, they weren’t showing it or, now that you thought of it, you just purposefully blocked out any sounds that did not include Mingyu’s panting breaths or the sloppy sounds of kissing.
It was so easy to lose yourself in the kiss and completely forget that you were, in fact, involved in a very serious – in a way, your dignity depended on it – game. There was nothing else than you wanted more than to just toss the game aside and let him have his way with you – what started out as accidental grinding had turned into something that was akin to torture for you both – but you knew you’d never forgive yourself for that. Becoming just another girl that Mingyu could add to his neverending list of conquests was not one of your aspirations.
So, you stayed strong and, after noticing that moving your hips against his didn’t quite achieve the effect you’d been hoping for – or, rather, it was starting to seem as though Mingyu was indeed extremely patient and even unbothered by his hardened length, and you were, essentially, just teasing yourself, at this point – you decided to do the opposite. Bringing your lips to a standstill you pulled your body away from his – just slightly, but enough for Mingyu to feel cold air hit his lower abdomen – and, within just one second of you not responding to his kiss, you felt his hands pull your waist closer to his body.
Pulling away from the kiss with wide eyes, you resisted to screech in victory and settled for a big grin instead. Mingyu watched you in confusion, his lips swollen and parted slightly, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath that escaped him.
“I won,” you declared in response to his confused look.
“W-what—” he started to say, not even realizing the reflexive way he’d put his hands on you in an attempt to stop you from pulling away. “You cheated!”
You laughed. “It’s impossible to win this game without cheating and you know it.”
Mingyu pouted at this – and you caught yourself leaning in to kiss him again before stopping abruptly – and then shook his head. “You’ve played this before?”
“Once or twice,” you shrugged your shoulders.
He watched you for a moment. “I’ve really underestimated you, haven’t I?”
“That just makes my victory much better,” you told him, smiling and patting his chest in mock-comfort. He rolled his eyes but as soon as he felt your fingertips brush against the bare skin of his chest, he paused, hoping you didn’t feel the way his heartrate sped up from your touch.
“Alright, then,” he said, suddenly even more intrigued. He’s never lost this game before, although, he’s only played it a handful of times, too. Normally, he didn’t have to play anything to get the girl he wanted. “I’m all yours.”
Hearing that seemed to only strengthen the flood of lust that his kisses had started inside of you, and yet you bit your lip and proceeded to do the most difficult thing in that moment – you got off his lap. Mingyu watched you, unmoving. He knew he was going to run after you if you tried to leave and, while a part of him hated the neediness in him that you’ve ignited, another part of him was blindingly excited about the chase.
“The noble thing to do right now,” you started to say, “would be for me to leave.”
Mingyu raised his eyebrows. “I don’t see how that’s noble at all. In case you haven’t noticed, I really need you right now and leaving a person in need is the exact opposite of noble.”
You inhaled sharply, his words, once again, affecting you far more than you’d have liked to admit.
“There’s the room I’ve told you about,” Mingyu pointed in the direction of the closet you’d talked about earlier. “Let’s go so you can claim your reward.”
You gave him a look. “Did it—did that sound hot to you in your head?”
“I don’t know anymore,” he groaned, throwing his head on the back of the couch. “I’m desperate here.”
This time, choosing not to waste any moments in case you’d change your mind – and that was almost inevitable because you knew there was a huge chance you would regret this – you extended your hand and, Mingyu, upon raising his eyes to look at you again, grabbed it immediately.
“Good,” you said in regards to his previous statement. “Because if you really want me to do something for you, I’m going to need to hear a lot more than just complaining.”
A bright smile accompanied his flushed face once you let him know you weren’t going to leave him hanging.
“Sounds tempting,” he said, following you. “Fair warning, though, the patience I’ve mentioned before? It might have broken when we were kissing, but it sure as hell won’t break now. You’ll have to prepare for a long night.”
“Oh,” you smirked at him over your shoulder as you crossed the room with his hand in yours, “it’s really not me who needs to prepare here.”
Mingyu might have taken your previous response about ropes as a joke – admittedly, he truly thought you were all talk – but now that he saw the fire in your eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were actually serious about having a highly dominant side that would undoubtedly clash with his refusal to submit as soon as the two of you were alone with each other. Either way, he knew he wasn’t going to leave the relatively small, empty space of the walk-in closet anytime soon, and he wasn’t sure if he’s ever been this excited before.
“Can I get a preview?” he asked as you closed the door behind you both and he realized he couldn’t really see you. “Of all the things you’re planning on doing, I mean.”
“Wouldn’t it be more fun,” you spoke quietly, extending your hand until it landed on the side of his face – Mingyu could feel your touch but he couldn’t see you and he quickly realized just how many new experiences he was going to have tonight – and then approaching him, “if all of it was a surprise?”
“Who are you?” he asked in an amused tone, his hands finding your waist. “And what did you do to the innocent girl I’ve approached at the party tonight?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, moving your hands around his neck but refusing to close the distance between you just yet. “But if you thought you could turn me into another girl that you’ve slept with and then forgot, you’ve thought wrong.”
“Oh, no, I know we’re going to be doing so much more than just sleeping together,” Mingyu said, no longer caring if you felt the rapid beating of his heart. After all, there were so many other telltale signs of how excited he was about this. “I’ve known that since you first opened your mouth and I couldn’t stop imagining what those pretty lips tasted like when they weren’t talking back to me.”
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seokmingyu · a year ago
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mingyu x billboard korea
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santinyy · a year ago
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⋆ 𝚔𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢𝚞 𝚋𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 ⋆
↳ 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 ><
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wonnhao · 2 years ago
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is mingyu ok 
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tswoondere · 2 years ago
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oversized puppy line 🐶
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johnni · a year ago
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舞い落ちる花びら (Fallin' Flower) :: Mingyu
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tuanzie · a year ago
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whatta fine ass fucking man
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mngys · 9 months ago
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mingyu ✦ wkorea #drawingterview
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wonnhao · 2 years ago
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2 cute visuals ♡
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piechen-art · a year ago
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(* ̄3 ̄)╭🎉Happy Birthday to our warmest and artistic king, thank you for being part of our lives and all the smiles you bring. Hoping your big day is filled with love and laughter.
#봄처럼_따스한_민규야_생일축하해 #OurSpringMINGYUday #Happy_Mingyu_Day 
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