MINGYUFML Jacket Behind The Scenes: Fight For My Life

MINGYU ‘FML’ Jacket Behind the Scenes: Fight for My Life

seungcheol is that type of lover who'd always manage to stay free on the weekend just so he can spend time with you, would always show up with lots of snacks of your liking, would tell you to match ootds with him in colors whenever going out together, would randomly kiss on the back of your hands whenever holding them, would cook for you in the nights you get problems in sleeping, would buy couple watches as a gift, would feed you from his plate, would plan dates mixing his and your preferences just to surprise you in your birthdays, would always buy you everything you need before they are finished, would send you his selfies randomly because he knows how much you love his pouty face, would take you to long drives whenever you feel low, would treat you the way you've always deserved.

THIS HIT ME SO HARR I CANT EXPLAIN AT ALL

seungcheol is for the girlies who never put themselves first, who always go for the smallest portions of foods just so others can have the bigger ones, who always listen to their mother even if it hurts, who don't have a good relationship with their father, who barely wants to open up, who are ambitious, who are hesitant of buying something for themselves, who have always been the therapist friend, who are fierce, who always blames themselves, who are afraid of no storms but seeing their family members struggling, who are overprotective about their siblings, who thinks there is no one in this world to save them, who never loved their hair, who is the eldest daughter of the family.

it’s 1:23 am when seungcheol realises you’re no longer in bed with him. even though he’s got his back turned to you, there’s this gnawing feeling of something missing that stirs him awake.

he turns to see the empty space; sheets still warm with traces of you. he then turns back around to check what the time is, feeling his eyelids go heavy as he dozes off, phone still in hand.

it’s 2:02 am when seungcheol wakes up again, the phone falling from his grip, hitting the carpeted floor. he jolts awake, sitting up to see you’re still gone.

‘babe?’ he calls out to a silent apartment. he tries your name next to no answer. he’s worried now — a growing anxiety fills his chest as he rushes out of bed.

‘baby?’ he checks the bathrooms first. then the other bedroom. the kitchen next. and as he’s walking across the living room, he sees your silhouette on the couch.

he rushes over, turning on the lamp behind you as a soft orange hue illuminates the room and your face along with it. you look awful. the colour’s drained from your face and your hair’s all matted — sticking to your forehead, and somehow you’re sweating and shivering all at once.

‘what the..’ he brings the back of his hand to your forehead, gently pressing it to your skin. he checks your cheeks next, and finally your throbbing neck ‘you’re burning!’

‘why didn’t you wake me up!’

‘you have schedule’ you mumble as he frowns, getting upset.

‘that doesn’t matter. don’t do that again’ he scolds, immediately softening his tone when you let out a weak cough.

‘have you taken your temperature yet?’ you nod, turning your head to the digital thermometer sitting on the table.

‘okay. let me take it again’ he gives the thermometer a shake before wiping it down.

you open your mouth as he places it under your tongue seeing the temperature rise till it finally stops at a worrying 101°F.

‘hmmn..’ he chews on his lower lip ‘we’ll keep an eye on it’

what felt warm a second ago is now cold as you shiver, feeling a sudden chill. seungcheol pulls the blanket up, tucking in your sweaty body tighter.

‘what about medicine? did you take anything?’ his one hand now tenderly stroking your hair as you shake your head no.

you had tried but looking for medicine was a pretty heavy ask when the room was spinning with every step so you decided to just lie down instead.

‘okay!’ he gets up with a determined sigh, any sleepiness long gone. now seungcheol’s in complete caretaker mode with his only objective to make you feel better.

through the haze of the fever, you can hear him pottering around, moving from room to room — there are sounds of water being poured and drawers being opened, rummaged through, and shut.

he returns around 5 minutes later, hands full.

‘you need to take medicine, okay? wait, baby, have you eaten?’ you shake your head again.

‘no, you need to eat something first’

‘i’m too tired’

he insists on something small, disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with a pack of biscuits — not the good kind, but the boring digestive ones that will fill you up a little more.

‘come on, let’s sit up’ you groan, feeling the room spin as he helps you up.

‘two biscuits. that’s it. open’

you open your mouth letting him feed it to you.

‘bite’ and you do — crumbs falling on your blanket which he promptly brushes away. ‘one more bite’ and you follow the instructions till two are done and dusted away.

‘one more’

‘i already had two!’

‘and now we’ll have one more’

you groan a no.

‘come on. just one more. for me’ you let him have his way, too tired to fight, falling back down immediately as you take the last bite.

‘now medicine’ he pulls you back up, handing over a pill and glass of water as you take it through half-shut eyes, resting against his body for a second.

‘good job. now we can lie down again'

after you're tucked back in, he sits on the floor next to you, wringing and then bringing a cool damp cloth to your burning forehead.

'that feels nice' it does. like a cool breeze on a hot day.

'yeah? good' he smiles, one hand gently stroking your hair back.

‘go to sleep’ you mumble ‘i’ll be fine. thank you’

‘i’ll sleep once you do’ he says firmly, hand still on your hair.

you're still dizzy but the steady strokes of seungcheol’s hand on you is a constant comfort. it takes around 10 minutes till you’re asleep.

he finally gets up, kissing his fingers and then planting that kiss to your forehead.

he heads into the bedroom, grabbing his stuff to come lay down on the floor beside you.

it’s 3:07 am when seungcheol falls back asleep, making sure he’s right where he belongs — next to you.

the first thing jeonghan felt when he opened his eyes was the cloth they put on his head when they kidnapped him. the second thing he noticed, was a voice. a feminine and confident one, filled with anger and disbelief :

"what do you mean he isn’t choi seungcheol?"

frowning his eyebrows, he couldn’t refrain himself from groaning when someone abruptly lifted up the cloth. in front of him was standing the prettiest woman he ever encountered. your eyes were scanning his face with the fullest attention until you bit your lower lips -extremely seductively, if you wanted jeonghan’s opinion.

"you’ve got the wrong person, miss," jeonghan whispered with a smirk.

utterly ignoring him, you looked back at three young men.

"soonyoung, jun, chan! you rumbled, who the fuck messed up?"

one of them walked toward you slowly, a sheepish expression across the face.

"i- i really though he was our man."

massaging the frown on your forehead, you groaned :

"soon’, how many times do i have to tell you to check before taking someone?"

"it isn’t the first time?" jeonghan asked in disbelief.

"sheeesh, i am already scolding him, don’t intervene."

then you started a whole monologue, explaining that the identity is crucial in whatever mission you had. jeonghan took this time as an opportunity to analyse the surroundings. you were in a clean and bright room. the walls on his left and front were filled with books while the wall on his right was a huge window.

when you finally looked back at jeonghan, he wondered :

"then… may i leave?"

"and report us? in your dreams."

putting your hands underneath his blazer, you started to palpate his chest.

"i’d rather bring you to a dinner first," jeonghan cooed.

rolling your eyes to the sky, you finally found his wallet. you seemed to know what you wanted and when you saw it, your eyes lighted up in a way that made jeonghan involuntarily smile. the sole idea made him cringe immediately. what the fuck yoon? they kidnapped you.

"yoon jeonghan," you slowly read before posing.

closing and opening your eyes slowly, realisation hit you hard. you immediately looked up into his gaze, looking of the truth.

"you are-"

"yes, the boss of the port mafia," jeonghan confirmed.

after your discovery, your colleagues and you started an intense conversation about whether or not you’d free jeonghan and the possible consequences. from time to time, soonyoung was looking at him with a mix of fear and admiration in the eyes. that’s how jeonghan learnt that your organisation was a hidden commission created by the government to eliminate discreetly opponents or criminals and that you were the one in charge of the operation.

"we were supposed to catch a minister, not a mafia boss. we need to release him," argued one.

"no! it’s a huge opportunity to clean up the port area. after all, we will probably have to kill him one day," observed another.

"no matter our next move, we will have the port mafia after us, chan moaned, he will never forgive us and he saw our face."

"i’m fully convinced his right hand man and his subordinates are already looking for us," jun added.

"listen, you finally intervene, i think that our best option is to release him. if we managed to catch him once, nothing stops us from catching him when we’ll be ordered to do so."

walking toward jeonghan, you took the seat in front of him. you looked like a goddess.

"and we might be able to negotiate, mister yoon?" you asked with a playful smile.

"i don’t know, the young man answered before acting as if he was thinking hard about it, most of the time, negotiations don’t involve handcuffs."

"let’s say that you’re not having normal negotiations," you replied back.

with his fingers, jeonghan mimicked a zip being closed in front of his lips. rolling your eyes for the second time, you took out your gun. the young man felt his heartbeat increasing when you lift the pistol up and missed on when you fired. the next second, the handcuffs were broken.

"i lost the keys," you explained with an innocent smile.

this time, it was jeonghan’s turn to roll his eyes.

"let’s say we release you and leave you where soon’ took you, would you leave us or do we have to prepare ourselves for a mafia revenge?"

"you’d be really naive if i’d let you go easily after kidnapping me."

"it was an honest mistake."

"i don’t look like choi seungcheol."

"from afar and in the dark, you do."

"you’re being insincere."

"and you’re being unhelpful."

crossing him arms on his chest, he still felt the contact of your hands. with a sight, he claimed :

"fine, bring me back to the place your child took me, i’ll tell you my condition if you want the port mafia to leave you in peace."

arcing an eyebrow, you were about to question his honesty when he simply stated :

"i have my own motives. plus the whole experience wasn’t so bad, you are a really great host."

when jun parked the car at the place soonyoung described, you asked :

"care to ask to your subordinates to lower the guns they are pointing at the car? it’s an old edition and the reparations would be really expensive."

lowering his window, jeonghan left his hand out and made a sign towards his men. undoing your seatbelts, you followed jeonghan out of the car, using him as a shield in case of any potential danger. when you finally felt that the last gun was lowered, you finally released him and the young man could stop himself for wanting to take your hands in his. instead he said :

"you’ll thank jun for me, his driving was absolutely lovely."

"i’ll send the message for you, don’t worry," you assured with a sweet smile.

noticing the tension in your shoulders, jeonghan said :

"for the port mafia, a promise is a promise. we will leave you in peace despite my kidnapping."

"on the condition of doing…" you started, suspiciously.

"on the condition that you go on a date with me, tonight."

you probably must thought that he was joking because you instantly broke into laughter, a beautiful melody in jeonghan’s ears.

"i’m being serious. you, me but not as a mafia boss and his kidnapper. you can bring one of your subordinates if you don’t trust me but let me tell you right now, i’m really possessive in bed."

blush all over your cheeks, you groaned :

"then i’ll come, alone."

when you saw jeonghan’s triumphal smile, you added :

"don’t think too high of yourself, yoon! i’ll come, not because i’m interested but because i need to clean up the mess made by soon’."

"great, then, see you later. i’ll personally come to bring you at our date."

rolling your eyes for what felt like the hundred times but this time, it wasn’t from annoyance, you smiled before going into the car :

"i hope it’ll be worth it. i heard the port mafia’s wealth was more important than the government’s."

smiling back at you, the young man waved back. he really was excited for tonight’s dinner.

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Seventeen as angst tropes: [coming soon]

Seungcheol: toxic love

Jeonghan: dating as a bet

Joshua: different religion

Jun: Platonic lover

Hoshi: too many second chances

Wonwoo: almost lovers

Woozi: one-sided love

Dokyeom: passed away lover

Mingyu: mixed signals

Minghao: lovers to strangers

Seungkwan: The one that got away

Vernon: amnesia

Dino: afraid to commit