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COLLEGE!Mingyu AU - dates and confessions

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

REQUEST: heard that collage Mingyu is finally getting ahead in his love life with Oc and the oc might confess. Sooo what if Mingyu tells oc that he is going on date and OC gets jealous ->gets to know that she likes him and boom she confesses

[College!Mingyu Masterlist]

She didn't want to admit it.

Not to herself, not aloud, not to her brother, not to her parents, and definitely not to him.

Y/n had fallen for Mingyu.

She could have sworn it would never happen, only seeing him as friend... who just happened to make her laugh and smile, even during days when she felt like the world was against her.

And sure, she may have found herself wanting to spend more and more time with him – agreeing to all his invitations to eat their meals together, hang out in his dorm room, and late night study sessions in the library.

It wasn't until she found herself absentmindedly staring at him as he placed their coffee order at the counter, when she realized that maybe she saw him as more than a friend she enjoyed spending her free time with.

Y/n began to notice how much she loved seeing that stupid smile of his, the one that showcased those stupid cute fangs of his. Her heart skipping a beat each time he would casually sling his arm over her shoulder as they walked alongside each other. It was such a casual act that she didn't seem to pick up on it the first time he had done it – but as time went on, she felt as though her skin was on fire each time he made contact with her.

Of course, it didn't help that he was a shameless flirt, playfully hitting on her any chance he got.

Not only was she over analyzing his actions towards her but also his words.

The ones he most likely used on all the girls that were lined up to get even a crumb of attention from him.

God, she was one of them.

"How do I look?" He barged into her room – pulling her out of her brain rot.

"Why do you look so..." She trailed off, taking in his appearance. In all the times she had hung out with him, Y/n had only seen Mingyu in an outfit variation of hoodie, sweat pants, or shorts. For once, he was dressed ... presentable. Or at least, different from his usual rotation of casual wear.

It was simple outfit. A white tee, brown cardigan, white Sambas, and black chinos she could have sworn he purchased at UNIQLO during the time she had dragged him to the mall – not because she wanted to be with him.

No definitely not that.

He had a car on campus and she needed a ride.

"Good?" Mingyu completed her sentence with a smirk.

"Put together." Y/n corrected.

"Minghao is going on a date and she's bringing a friend."

Oh.

A date.

A double date.

He was going on a date.

"Ah..." She nodded, hiding the wave of disappointment that washed over her.

Of course he was going on a date.

Of course.

He was single, and she was just a friend.

Of course.

"You should wear your chain." She suggested.

"It's not too much?"

Y/n shook her head.

She loved that chain on him. That singular piece of jewelry had sent her over the moon the first time she had taken notice of it.

Y/n could remember that day so clearly.

It was a rainy day and Mingyu had insisted on grabbing dinner at a nearby tofu house instead of their usual on campus dining hall dinner dates.

Platonic dinner dates.

He had ordered his soup extra spicy and had shrugged off his puffer in the middle of their meal, sporting only his plain black tee and silver chain. Y/n nearly choked on her meal trying to suppress her gasp.

He looked good.

"Who's the girl?"

Mingyu shrugged, taking a seat on her bed. "Hopefully she's cool."

I hope she's lame and not his type.

"That's your main concern?"

"Yeah, I hate boring dates."

"You'll be fine. Just talk her ear off like you usually do with me."

"But it's easy with you because you're already my friend."

Friend. Ouch.

Y/n knew she had feelings towards him, but she didn't think it would be this bad – feeling the disappointment turn into jealousy.

Wanting to keep her composure, Y/n pretended to busy herself with the mess on her desk. "I still think you'll be fine."

"If it goes south, will you save me?"

"Have you seen yourself?" She snorted, placing her gel pens into their respective cup holder. "She'll probably do anything to make sure that date goes well."

"Did you just admit that I look good, y/n?" Mingyu chuckled.

Pausing her actions, Y/n whipped her head to see a smirking Mingyu – her eyes wide. "Oh god, you'll never let this go."

"You think I'm attractive?" He continued, hopping off her bed; making his way to her.

Taking a step back as he closed in on her, Y/n stretched out her arm to ensure he didn't come any closer. But he was persistent, taking another step as the smirk grew larger; her hand landing right on his chest.

His well defined chest that was always hidden under the baggy garments he chose to wear.

This is not good.

"Well, you're not ugly." She took another step back, withdrawing her arms back to her side.

"Why are you so red, I'm just playing." He chuckled, pinching the tip of her hot ears.

Her foundation was doing a great job of hiding the redness of her cheeks; she should have known when she felt the rush of warmth engulfing her face that her ears would give her away,

"My ears are always red." She leaned away from his touch.

It was a shitty excuse and they both knew it.

"Sure." Mingyu winked.

There he goes again with that stupid habit of his.

Y/n noticed that anytime he was feeling a little too flirty with her, he had a habit of winking whenever he would tease her. At first, she didn't care for it, but as time went on and as her feelings began to develop – she began to hate it.

Because of how well it suited him... and how she knew he most likely used this on other women.

It made her sick.

"Whatever." Y/n grumbled. "Aren't you going to be late?"

Mingyu shook his head. "You still have me for five minutes."

Have him.

Yeah, fucking right.

The most attractive guy on their school basketball team? The one that drew in girls who had little to no interest on the sport, cheering for him every time he would steal the ball from the opposing team? The one that had their whole floor swooning anytime he greeted them?

She'll never have him.

"Ugh, please just go." Y/n groaned, pushing him towards the door – but he was far stronger than her, standing his ground. "Mingyu please."

"I'll leave if you promise to get boba with me after."

So she can hear him talk about his date after? No thanks.

"I'm busy."

"Bullshit."

"I am! My roommate has been bothering me about going with her to sigma chi's–"

"A frat party?" He coughed in bewilderment.

It wasn't that he didn't believe her.

It was the fact that he did.

Images of her drinking in the mess of sweaty bodies, at some crappy poorly maintained home, with no one to look out for her, had caught him off guard.

There was no doubt she partied, he's heard stories of it.

But... Mingyu didn't think she would choose it over spending time with him.

Not since she had managed to agree to all his ideas of hanging out.

"We can go tomorrow." Y/n suggested.

"Fine.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"Hey." A tap on her shoulder had drawn her attention from her conversation with Hansol, a guy from her biochem class.

Correction, the guy that had a hand on her passing the class; allowing for her and the rest of their lab group to copy off of his homework.

"Someone's outside looking for you." Her roommate continued.

Emphasizing on the word 'someone'.

"I'll be back." She excused herself from Hansol; squeezing past the mess of bodies that occupied the home.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief once she had reached the front yard, the cool spring air filling her lungs – a stark contrast to the humid air inside.

Scanning the row of parked cars, Y/n's eyes landed on the familiar black 90's Honda Civic; hazards blinking brightly.

"How was your date?" She bent down to peer into the opened window.

"Boring." Mingyu reached over to unlock the door. "Get in."

"I'm–"

Before she could finish her thought, Y/n found herself sliding into the front seat of his well maintained car. He had told her many stories of him and his father fixing up the vintage hatchback – most of his summer, and savings, going towards restoring his so called 'baby'.

She couldn't find a good enough excuse to stay; knowing that her roommate was far too occupied with her friend group they had run into when they had arrived.

Y/n absence wouldn't be missed.

Mingyu chuckled as she buckled herself in, throwing out the remaining liquid in her red cup.

Her father would kill her if they were caught drinking underage.

And if that wasn't enough, he would probably murder her if they were caught with an opened drink in a moving vehicle.

"What's so funny?"

"I knew you would get in the car." He smiled as he started the car back up.

"I– whatever." She also didn't have an excuse for this. "Was the girl cute?"

"No. Was your guy cute?"

"My guy?"

"Your roommate said you were talking to some guy." Mingyu recalled when he had called out to the girl who had gotten quite used to his presence in their room – asking for y/n's whereabouts.

"Kinda."

"Kinda." He made a face as he kept his eyes on the road.

"Yeah, I think you guys would be cute together." Y/n laughed at her own joke.

Mingyu's unpleased look changed to a smile, reaching over to give her cheek a poke. "Do you think I'm his type?"

"Oh yeah." She continued.

"What about you?"

"He's not my type."

"No I mean– Am I your type?"

"Yeah."

It was good thing the streets were empty at this hour, Mingyu's foot instantly stomping on the brakes – his arm reaching over to stop her body from lunging forward from his sudden actions. "What?" He whipped his head to face her.

He was only half joking; not thinking she would actually answer him seriously.

"What?" She blinked.

Y/n didn't realize she had accidentally blown her cover, their conversation going faster than her brain.

"You said–"

"No I didn't." Y/n replied quickly.

"Yeah you did." His eyes grew wide, almost as if he had fully processed what she had said. "You said I'm your type."

"Yeah but– okay you're tall, my parents like you, and you're smart–"

"Calm down," He chuckled at her flustered state. "You're my type too."

"Shut up." Y/n didn't want to completely buy it; he had been messing with her for as long as she could remember. For all she knows, this was just yet another moment he was doing just for shits and giggles.

"I'm serious."

"Yeah well, if you know someone who checks off those boxes–"

"Me, I check off those boxes."

"Not you."

"Why not?" Mingyu scoffed.

"You're just doing a bit."

Furrowing his brows, he tried to read her; not understanding why she was being so dismissive of him.

Usually when two people confess their feelings, or whatever this was, it was supposed to be sunshine and rainbows – it should be the pivotal moment of their relationship.

And yet, it seemed as though Y/n didn't want to acknowledge it.

Almost as if she didn't want it to be him.

"I– no yeah, it's so a bit." He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping in sarcasm.

"Come on, Mingyu. I'm just your coach's daughter he tried setting you up with. You don't have to keep up the act."

"Sure." Mingyu replied simply, resuming their drive to the boba shop they frequent just a few miles from the campus.

The silence was almost deafening as she attempted to muster up a single word to say.

Anything.

Say anything.

"You're not messing with me?" She toyed with the ends of her hair, keeping her focus on the split-end she was picking at.

"What made you think I was?"

Y/n shrugged.

"I've spent more time with you than I have with my friends, I changed my path to my calculus class so I can walk with you to your english class, I ditched my date–"

"You ditched your date?"

"I mean, they wanted to go to Seaside Donuts after and I said no." He turned to her as he slowed down at the red light. "I joke around, but I'm– I do have feelings for you."

Y/n peeled her eyes away from her hair, meeting his gaze.

She didn't want to believe all that he had confessed; just as she didn't want to believe her own feelings.

She knew he wasn't lying. She too has seen him more than she has seen her own friends in the past month and a half; her friends calling her out in their group chat about spending more time with Mingyu than with them.

It wasn't her fault that he was quick to make plans.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, I believe you."

A smile began to creep on his lips, the one she adored so much – full fang and all. The one that was engraved in her head, making her heart flutter every time she thought of him and that stupid grin of his.

"So what does this make us?" He wiggled his brows.

"Friends."

"What the fuck?" Mingyu laughed.

"You just came back from a date, told me I'm your type and expect me to be putty in your hands?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

As if his smile couldn't get any bigger, Mingyu's lips stretched from ear to ear. "You were jealous?"

"Green." She nodded over to the light.

"Don't avoid my question."

"Not jealous. But not please either."

Mingyu reached over to give her cheek a poke; an action he found himself doing quite often.

He couldn't help it.

It was soft, and the pout she made every time he would do this was worth the light smack he would receive.

It was cute.

"I owed Hao a favor. It won't happen again."

"I don't care."

She did care.

She cared a lot.

She never wanted to feel that possessive towards him ever again. That was a nasty feeling, bubbling in her chest as she thought of him enjoying the company of someone that wasn't her.

What has he done to her?

"Yeah you do." He poked her again.

"Whatever." Y/n bit back the smile that threatened to form on her lips. "I have standards, you know. This doesn't change anything until I say so."

Y/n didn't think this was how she was going to tell him how she felt. She didn't think she would ever tell him, to be quite honest.

It wasn't the most ideal situation, she was sat in his car buzzed from the mixed drinks she had been sipping on earlier that night whilst they drove to get milk tea... after coming back from a double date...

It wasn't the romantic scene she had in her head.

"That's valid," He nodded. "What's one more box to check off, right?"

Mingyu had no issues with continuing to pursue her until it met her standard.

She was the one he wanted, after all.

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#can't even consider this as a drabble anymore omfg.....#ANYWAYS UHHHHHHHHHHHH slowburn no more??? but also kinda??? i wanted mingyu to pine for her longer but I GUESS ILL BE NICE #this is scheduled im still taking my writing break #college!mingyu au #spamquest #mingyu x reader #mingyu x oc #mingyu drabble #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios

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tvbles · 3 months

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Yeah I quite deserve this …

#tb spamquestion

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spamgyu · 3 months

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If Mingyu’s get Oc’s flu? Will she take care of him? 👀

At this point, homegirl can admit her feelings xD

admit her feelings?? this is a slow burn babes. im going to make everyone suffer /laughs in evil/

JK.... but uh............. alright here's cute oc x mingyu crumbs

COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble – flus (again) and piggies

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

[College!Mingyu Masterlist]

It's been days since she last seen him.

Not that she missed him. Definitely not that. No.

Never.

But she did have to admit that the absence of his presence, more importantly his pestering voice... was very evident.

At first, when she had first showed up back at their dorm building after spending nearly a week recovering from the nasty flu she had gotten from her roommate, she didn't pay any mind that Mingyu didn't seem to be lingering by her room.

He usually came by when she went away for a few days, ready to yap her ear off about all the things he had managed to get into whilst she was gone.

Maybe he was busy at the time.

But one day turned into three and there was still no sight of him. Not in the hallways, not in the library – hell, not even on campus.

And it wasn't like he was easy to miss – he towered over all his friends... and almost anyone around him. She can pick him out from a crowd within milliseconds.

Because he's tall.

Not because her eyes are searching for him. Definitely not that either.

Walking down to the end of the hall, Y/n lightly knocked on the wooden door.

"Come in."

Popping her head in, Y/n was ready to crack a joke about her life being much quieter since he hasn't been around; but instead the smile on her face fell.

He wasn't his typical chirpy self.

She was fully expecting him to greet her loudly the second he caught sight of her. Instead, he was under his covers – eyes sunken in, nose red from all the tissues he had use to get rid of his congestion.

"Oh my god, did I get you sick?" She gasped, walking over to his bedside – placing her hand on his forehead. Y/n instantly frowned, feeling the contrast of his body temperature to hers.

Mingyu slowly nodded, reaching into the half empty tissue box on his nightstand to blow his nose.

"I'm so sorry, dude."

"S'all good." He coughed into his elbow.

"I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

Mingyu cracked a smile. "You missed me, huh?"

"Eh, a little." She shrugged.

The smile on his lips grew larger. "You missed me!?"

"Let's not get too crazy now." Y/n laughed softly, motioning for him to move his legs – taking a seat in the now available space at the foot of his bed. "Didn't realize how quiet my life was when you're not around. The silence was almost deafening."

"Aw."

"That wasn't supposed to be cute."

"I'll take it.'' He smiled.

"You craving anything?" She asked, scrolling through her phone.

"Health."

"I meant food," Y/n flashed him her screen that was opened up to the food delivery app. "Least I could do is get you dinner."

"Are you trying to woo me, Y/n?" He teased.

Typically, she would be rolling her eyes at him. But somehow, the action never came – simply letting out another laugh instead.

He was definitely growing on her.

"I'm trying to make up for getting you sick."

"Make it up by hanging out with me this weekend."

The two had yet to actually do anything outside of their school campuses – mostly because they were far too busy with their own friend groups, studies, and lives. Mingyu had made a handful of attempts to make plans with her, but all were sadly declined due to prior commitments and plans.

He found the perfect opportunity.

"You're literally a walking virus right now."

"Okay, next weekend."

"Maybe."

"I'll pay." He added.

"Are you trying to woo me, Mingyu?" Y/n narrowed her eyes, asking playfully.

"Are you being woo'd?" Mingyu matched her tone.

"Maybe."

Maybe?

Maybe?!?!

Mingyu had gotten accustomed to her no's and waving off all and any attempts of flirting, he couldn't help but be taken back by the sudden change of answer – blinking quickly as he tried to process the word that had left her lips.

"Maybe?"

"Do you not want me to be?" She asked slowly.

"No I do, just– you never played along before."

Y/n shrugged. "You're sick, I'll give in this one time."

"Will you also give in to possibly spending the rest of your day keeping me company?"

He was pushing his luck, but considering she was being far more pleasant than her usual playful catty attitude – he was going to push all the luck he could find.

"Only if you let me order you food."

Mingyu handed her one of the pillows next to him. "Make yourself comfortable."

Kicking off her Uggs, Y/n happily extended her leg out in front of her as she went back to ordering the promised meal – not bothering to scold Mingyu as he began playing with the loose threads at the hem of her sweatpants.

"I got you Pho."

"Sounds good." He hummed, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Y/n took this as a sign to settle in as well, taking the pillow he had given her and placing it behind her back. "Did you miss all your classes this week?"

"Yeah. I did some wor– Your toes are cold!" He cried once her feet made contact with his upper arm, moving away from her.

Wiggling her toes, Y/n let out a loud laugh. "These piggies?"

"Gross!" Mingyu laughed, pushing them away.

"Gross? I thought you liked me!"

She was joking. She didn't know if he actually did have feelings for her – it had been such a long running joke, what was the harm of playing along?

"I thought so too!"

He was joking as well. He found it cute.

He found every part of her cute.

From the way her nose scrunched when she laughed, to the way she always painted her toes orange because she claimed it looked like little Cheetos. Mingyu was completely and utterly in love with the girl.

He watched as she settled down from the laughter, humming as she scrolled through her phone – completely unfazed by his gaze.

Oh he was down so bad.

"Hey," He tapped her leg, catching her attention. "I do– I– hm... I was joking."

"About?"

"I do."

"What?" Tilting her head to the side.

God, she was adorable.

"Never mind." He shook his head. He'll have to try another time – when he wasn't sick and able put together an actual, coherent sentence. "Wake me up when the food gets here, yeah?"

"Sleep tight, piggy."

"Are you calling me a toe?"

"A cute toe."

"A toe." He deadpanned.

"A cute toe!" She pushed.

Mingyu chuckled, knowing that there was no winning.

It wasn't like he cared anyways.

She could tell him that he looked like a chewed gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe, and he would take it.

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#is this still even considered a drabble lmfao #fine i'll be nice and maybe give in to oc confessing her feelings in the next installment.... maybe #hehehehehe #anyways i hate that i love college!mingyu sm #college!mingyu au #spamquest #mingyu x reader #mingyu x oc #mingyu drabble #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios

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spamgyu · 3 months

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One day, when College!OC isn’t paying attention, she’ll hug or cuddle homeboy Mingyu “by accident”

u guys are really out to get me bc i love this au so much and i love the slow burn and the pining i......

alright here we GO

COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble – flus and cuddes

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

College!Mingyu Masterlist

"What are you doing here?"

It was a rare sight for y/n to be anywhere near their school basketball arena at this time – 9pm on a school night to be exact. More importantly, it was a rare sight for him to see her so.... glum.

He had just finished practice for the night, ready to jump into bed and soothe his sore muscles when he had caught sight of the girl trudging slowly towards the building.

"I'm going home with my dad." She sniffled, adjusting the straps of the duffle bag on her shoulder.

Mingyu reached forward, placing his cold hand against her forehead – wincing once he felt the temperature. "You're burning."

"I know, I think I caught my roommates flu." She sighed, allowing Mingyu to take the heavy bag from her.

"Come on." He put his arm around her shoulder, walking to match her pace back into the building and to her father's office.

She would typically shrug off his touch, but considering her current state, she allowed it – leaning into his body.

"Special delivery." Mingyu announced as they stepped through the doorway – her father looking up from his laptop, grinning once he caught sight of who had entered his office with his daughter.

His dreamteam.

"You guys look close." He smiled.

"Dad, please I'm dying." She whined, not in the mood for her father's teasing. It was enough that he found ways to sneak Mingyu into any conversation they were having, she couldn't have him do this while she was under the weather too.

"Take a seat, I just have one email to send." He nodded over to the couch that had been well loved by many of the boys on the team – napping in between classes or after practices.

Y/n trudged over to the couch, dramatically plopping down. "My head is pounding, my nose is running, my chest hurts–"

"Sweetie, I'll be quick." Her dad chuckled. She had always been his little princess, and she was not planning on letting go of this title anytime soon – knowing that she had her dad wrapped around her fingers.

Mingyu couldn't help but laugh as well, having only seen this side of her once. She really did act different around her parents; her little devilish tone she used around him and her freinds disappearing anytime she spoke to her mom and dad.

"Scoot." Mingyu lightly tapped her, motioning her to move from the center of the couch to make room for him.

Groaning, y/n obliged to his request – earning a smile from the boy.

"You know you can leave." She grumbled.

"Y/n." Her father scolded as he continued to type.

"I'm just saying." She defended.

"I'm keeping you company."

"I don't need company. I need to go home."

"Just take a nap for a bit." Her dad suggested.

"Nap? I thought it will be qui–"

"Sh..." Mingyu slowly pulled her head down to rest on his shoulder; y/n letting out a sigh as she felt the pounding from her head dial down to a soft pulse.

Though she didn't want to admit it aloud, she was grateful to have his shoulder to lean on; finding it a little too comfortable as she felt her eyes grow heavy.

Maybe it was the nyquil she took before heading over to meet her dad, or maybe it was the fever, but Y/n found herself sinking deeper into the couch — and deeper into Mingyu's shoulder.

As if she could be any closer than she was now.

Which, in fact could be true.

Y/n could have sworn she had just closed her eyes for a few seconds. Maybe even a millisecond.

She was awoken by the sound of Mingyu and her dad laughing; blinking as she adjusted to the light of the room.

It didn't take long before she realized she was not in the same position she was earlier – one of her legs hooked over Mingyu's left leg, her arm wrapped around his arm.

One heck of a nap...

"Cozy?" He smiled down at her.

With eyes wide, she quickly unwrapped herself from him – scooting to the far end of the couch.

He was her friend, and sure, they may have gotten closer. But not this close.

Hell they haven't even hugged before.

Yuck.

"Aw come on don't be like–"

"I was sick. It was the virus. Don't you dare say another word." She shook a finger at him.

"I told you, she's mean!" Mingyu turned towards the older man with a frown.

They talk about her when she wasn't around?

No scratch that, Mingyu brings her up to her dad?

What are they? In-laws? Bonding over her? Don't they have other things to talk about? Like sports?

"You guys talk about me– I don't want to know actually." She shook her head, getting up to grab her bag from the floor. "Can we go now? Please!"

There's no way in hell Mingyu was going to let what had just happened go — Y/n internally groaning at the thought of him teasing her about it.

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spamgyu · 2 months

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hii !! it's my first time requesting to you but can I request for something like giving mingyu kisses with red lipstick on after he comes back from paris (I'm tryna distract myself from that dior fit but he still looked too good nonetheless 😔) thank you!!!!!

So what I'm hearing is you want me DEAD

Alright.... let's do this

Tweaked the request a bit .....

LA VIE EN ROSE – MINGYU DRABBLE

*NOTE: this is not edited sorry. Brain rot is so bad.

"Baby," The heavy door of their shared hotel suite shut behind Mingyu as he called out for you. "I'm back."

"Bathroom!" You called out.

It wasn't long before he appeared at the door way, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you wipe away your eye make-up – a soft smile on his lips.

"How was the show?" You turned to face him, putting a pause to your night routine.

"Crazy," He let out a soft chuckle, recalling to the crowd that had showered him with love just outside the venue. "I wish you could have seen it."

Upon hearing that he had a schedule in the city of love, Mingyu didn't think twice to bring you along – convincing his managers that you needed to be there for your own work purposes.

Which wasn't much of a lie, attending shows of your own favorite brands for research purposes.

It was a silly excuse all that mattered was that it worked and you were there with him. More importantly, looking quite beautiful in the all black attire you had managed to put together; a leather mini skirt with graphic hoodie that seemed to swallow your frame, paired with knee high boots and trench coat.

And even more the better that you were wearing his favorite shade of lip color – a matte red, bringing all the attention to the soft pillows he loved the most.

"I think I saw a bit of it on twitter." You smiled, walking over to him – slinging your arms around his neck. "You're drooling."

Mingyu laughed, reaching up to wipe the corner of his lips as his other hand rested at your hips. "How was yours?"

"Great, the marketing team loved the collection." Your gaze mirroring his – the two of you may have been conversing about your day but both of your minds were on one thing and one thing only.

Each other's lips.

"So how long do I have to keep this up before you let me kiss you?" Mingyu hummed, his head dipping dangerously close to yours.

"Do what?" You asked playfully, brushing your lips against his before pulling back – earning a pout from him.

"You're so annoying." His grip tightened, pulling you against his chest – a little too rough, you may add, causing you to stumble and your lips landing on the collar of his shirt.

Leaving a faint mark of your lips behind.

"Babe!" You gasped, knowing that he had to return the shirt by the end of the trip.

"You're right, I'll be in deep shit. Probably get an earful and I'll most likely be so sad." He feigned the same reaction as yours. "I think a kiss will make it better."

Giggling, you knew there was no winning – not that you cared. You had left the hotel before him earlier in the day and did not get the chance to see him when he had been in full Dior clothing and beauty.

And maybe it was for the best, because had you seen how gorgeous he looked, he might have not made it to the show without traces of your red lips all over his face... and neck.

You remembered sitting in the hired car, scrolling through social media and seeing all images of your boyfriend roll in – looking absolutely breathtaking in the midst of the crowd.

"Is that so?"

Mingyu nodded, his bottom lip jutted out.

"Well then, I guess" You sighed, your nose brushing against his. "I just have to."

"Maybe even make out, I don't know." He mumbled against your lips, before taking your bottom lip between his – smiling briefly at the thought of the color messily transferring on his skin as your lips and tongues slowly moved against each other.

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*Mentalizing collage mingyu for valentines day*

oh we are so back besties....

(not technically valentines day but the same idea.... aha)

College!Mingyu – Ghosting and Balloons

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable [College!Mingyu Masterlist]

He hasn't replied to her texts.

He always replied to her texts. Even if he was busy — reacting with a heart or the !! feature Apple had so kindly coded into their imessage.

What could he possibly be so preoccupied with that he can't even bother leaving her on read – her message staying on delivered.

She knew he wasn't at practice.

It was Saturday... at 8pm.

There was no reason for him to be ignoring her either. Even when she was on something, pushing his buttons, he never ignored her.

That wasn't the case this time. They were having a proper conversation right before he had gone MIA. Her last text to him was asking if he wanted to grab brunch with her the following day.

Which was sent nearly 2 hours ago...

Chewing at the loose skin on her bottom lip, Y/n closed out the messaging app; tossing her phone away from her with a groan.

This was exactly the reason why she loathed the idea of having feelings for someone.

She hated how much it consumed her; over analyzing every single word and action that was being said back and forth.

It had only been about three weeks since that God forsaken night. And though she said it herself that their confession's didn't change anything, it did.

Within hours she felt the sudden shift between them. She was welcoming of all his hesitant touches, allowing him to pull her closer against his body whenever they stood, not bothering to bat an eye whenever he played with her fingers — pinching the tips as he babbled on about his day.

More importantly, the shift in the way they talked to one another.

The banter still remained, not letting a single minute pass without teasing him about his spelling errors or his lame jokes he would send over.

But she also have taken notice how much softer his voice has become whenever it was just the two of them. The first time she heard that tone, her knees nearly gave out from under her — grabbing his upper arm to stabilize herself.

Just as her brain was about to conjure the worst case scenarios possible – ones that included Mingyu ignoring her for someone else.

Some other girl.

The familiar assigned ringtone began to blare loudly from her phone.

"Yes?" She answered with a sigh.

"Come out." She couldn't see him but she could tell he was smiling – brightly. He always did seem to be smiling a little to wide whenever he was on the phone with her.

"No."

"Wha– Y/n please."

"No."

"Is it because–"

"Yes." Y/n replied shortly.

She did say she had standards, and though he ticked off many of her boxes; she was sure she wasn't going to let anything slide.

Even if it was petty. It wasn't like she wasn't going to give in anyways. She just wanted to give him a hard time.

Like she always has done.

"Y/n," Mingyu's voice softened. She could tell his smile had faded. "I'm sorry, but if you come outside you'll understand why I wasn't able to answer my phone. So please just humor me this one time?"

Damn him and that stupid voice.

"Fine." Y/n grumbled, hopping off of her bed – bounding for their dorm building's exit.

She didn't know what to expect but it was definitely not Mingyu leaning against his car... holding a bouquet of tulip balloons.

This still didn't explain why he had left her on delivered for nearly three hours.

"You've got pollen allergy and I uh– wanted to ask you something." He answered her silent question.

Her frown remained as she stood a few feet from him, debating whether she would give in to his kind gesture or continue with her stubborn act.

"Would you be my Valentine?" Mingyu held out both his arms, a small pout on his face – he was hoping that maybe it would make up for going awol the past few hours.

And god was he right.

"Valentine's day is next week." She bit back the smile as she took the balloons from his hand.

"Tiktok said I should ask before the fourteenth and I– the stupid flower legos were sold out and so I thought maybe this would be better but then it was so hard to make because they kept popping and I–"

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at his quick rambling, watching him shift his weight from one leg to another in nervousness. She could clearly see how he was regretful of his actions – and considering how well the bouquet was put together, there was no doubt he had gotten too preoccupied with trying to make sure that it came out perfect.

"Yes."

"Oh thank god." He let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped. "I'd love to go get brunch with you, by the way. On one condition."

"You have conditions now?"

Mingyu nodded. "Dinner? On me?"

"Gross." She stuck her tongue out.

"You're gross!" He gasped, instantly catching on to her joke. "Unles– Ow okay ow!"

"You're insufferable, you know that?"

"This girl I'm talking to have mentioned it once or twice."

"That girl also said she's close to ghosting you."

Mingyu shook his head. "No, I just spoke to her and she said she's actually head over heels for me."

"Is she a gymnast?" Y/n replied without missing a beat, earning yet another pout from the boy.

"I don't like this game."

"Let's go, lover boy." She snorted, getting on her tip toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before letting herself into the passenger seat. "I want sushi."

Mingyu stood dumbfounded in his spot, feeling the heat of her lips linger on his skin – reaching up to touch where she had made contact with him.

Maybe he needed to make flower balloon bouquets more often

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May or may not have been inspired by this pic.....

#WE ARE SO BACK BABES #dont we just love a stubborn oc.... aha ._.#spamquests #college!mingyu au #mingyu x reader #mingyu x oc #mingyu drabble #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios

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