Oh My God I Loved This So Much I Didnt Doubt Mingyu From The Beginning!!!!!! This Was So Hot And Sweet

oh my god i loved this so much i didn’t doubt mingyu from the beginning!!!!!! this was so hot and sweet at the same time 🥹🥹 I WANT A LOVE LIKE THIS! thank you for sharing this author! i will definitely be reading more from you <3333

kim mingyu’s (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity

❝ you’re telling me that you, Miss Dick Repellent, had sex with Captain Chastity By Choice over here. ❞

PAIRING ▸ kim mingyu x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcohol consumption, rated m for mingyu, slow burn, he fell first but she fell harder but then he tripped and ate shit, probably the most self-indulgent thing i’ve written, mingyu and mc are both virgins, sexual content, sexual tension, protected and unprotected sex (i would not advise doing the latter), lots of teasing and banter, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, wall sex, couch sex, public sex, mingyu discovers what pasties are, soonyoung orders 20 connect fours, they are avid enjoyers of the barbie movies

SUMMARY ▸ after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didn’t), you’re shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).

PLAYLIST ▸ perfect by one direction • spell by niki • fatal flaw by ellise • give me a kiss by lolo zouaï • step? by bibi

WORD COUNT ▸ 31,273 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ someone (fia) once told me i write too many college aus. i said yeah ur right. and i’m gonna do it again

“BIRDS AND BEES CANNOT PHYSICALLY FUCK.”

You sounded more distressed than informative while you were trying to reason with your longtime best friend, Kim Mingyu. He, on the other hand, appeared visibly worked up over this childish level of argument you two were having.

“It is a metaphor,” he said. “Everyone knows birds and bees aren’t screwing each other up in the trees.”

You still couldn’t wrap your head around it. Hours ago, you had fucked yourself over after Kwon Soonyoung had casually brought up the topic of body counts. After everyone in your friend group went around listing theirs (Soonyoung: 3; Jungwoo: 3; Minghao: 2; Vernon: 5), you accidentally blurted out that your body count actually existed—one, to be exact.

This was a problem because, to everyone’s prior knowledge, you were a virgin.

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warnings: bit of body image issues

can’t afford love | myg (m) #11

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the week goes by painfully slow

and with jun not with you

it always feels so lonely.

working from home

you put spongebob on in the background

just to get a feel that jun’s with you while you work

:(

thursday rolls around

you go about your day as usual

except there’s something

unusual

yoongi texts you

at 1pm

while jun’s at daycare

and he’s supposed to be at work

from: yoongi

‘And?’

from: you

‘what?’

from: yoongi

‘Any news on your womb?’

from: you

‘god don’t ever say that again’

from: yoongi

‘Can’t help it’

from: you

‘anyway, nope. seems like i’m not pregnant’

from: yoongi

‘Okay. Better luck next time.’

from: you

‘right’

from: yoongi

‘What are you upto?’

???

since when do y’all just… text each other like this?

the answer is NEVER.

from: you

‘having sex with my neighbor he says hi’

you can’t help but grin as you type the immature text out

from: yoongi

‘Nice’

‘How does he like my leftovers?’

oh.

LMAO.

from: you

‘don’t ever say that again either’

from: yoongi

‘Sloppy seconds?’

from: you

‘bye’

from: yoongi

‘Ok ok sorry’

‘Anyway take care, sugar. I’ll see you Saturday. X’

your heart beats a little faster in your chest

and you don’t like that

from: you

‘see you saturday’

and now you make it your mission to seek out the most mindboggling outfit

it’s an award ceremony with some pretty big important people

and it’s supposedly very elegant and fancy

by the looks of the massive hall it’s being held in

so you wanna go all out

not caring that you might be overdressed

you don’t care

not really

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saturday comes rather quickly

you’ve been in the shower all day

getting ready

scrubbing every inch of your body

exfoliating, using your most expensive hair products

in your little robe

with your hair in your towel

as your phone vibrates whilst you’re rubbing moisturizer into your skin, your heart jolts

for some reason thinking it’s yoongi, you lunge at your phone

but it’s simply your makeup artist and hairdresser duo letting you know they’re on the way

right

you even booked a damn mua and hairstylist.

you genuinely just want to go all out

sliding into a thong and strapless bra

they’re not even a set but they match so who cares

it doesn’t matter because you’re wearing shapewear on top of it anyway

hugs your body just right

you put your robe back on and start detangling your hair

it doesn’t take long for them to arrive

you’ve known them for quite a while now

known them since your college days

jungkook, the hairstylist and hoseok the makeup artist

they’re pretty damn talented and you’ve booked them often before

but you haven’t been to any major events since your divorce so you haven’t seen them in a year

“so,” jungkook starts, “where the hell have you been, loca?”

settling in their workstation and setting up the ringlight, you lightly chat, catch up

you chuckle and shake your head. “been here.”

“you moved?” hoseok asks, which is a clear answer considering this address is different than the one they’d usually make you up in

“yeah,” you quietly sigh. “been on my own.”

both their tapioca pearls drop to the ring around your finger

at least, where they’d expect it to be

except it’s not there

not where it should be

“wait, what happened? are you okay?” hoseok takes a moment to sit down on your bed, hand reaching out to yours

they were somewhat acquainted with yoongi

you nod and chuckle. “it’s okay. it’s been like, a year.”

jungkook starts nibbling on his liprings, eyes squinting at you in empathy

“it was a mutual agreement.”

no, it wasn’t.

“did he cheat?”

“no.”

“was he violent?”

“no.”

it’s nice they’re checking to make sure you weren’t a victim of something sinister

though

jungkook can’t help but ask,

“fell out of love?”

at this, you stay quiet. you’d left yoongi before that could be the case

but did you two really fall out of love?

“it doesn’t matter, okay? all that matters is he’s gonna be there tonight and i need you two to do what you do best and make sure i look the best.”

they quickly glance at each other before nodding and giving you a high five

“on it!”

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by the time they’re done with you, you glance in the mirror for the first time that’s not from a distance

and

goodness

you almost want to cry

lol

again, a phenomenal job

your dress would fit so perfectly with this look

your hair would compliment it perfectly. jungkook did an amazing job

your makeup is nudy and peachy yet glimmery and showstopping.

your cheeks rosy, contoured, shimmery

you’re so alluring

you can’t stop staring at yourself

it’s been so long since you’ve felt

pretty.

beautiful.

worth looking at.

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they help you into your dress

which is

so

damn

heavy

thanks to the pearls

you hadn’t thought about how your arms would have to be out like this since it’s a strapless dress

your pregnancy made you gain weight and you’d never thought you’d have thought about stretch marks on your arms but here you are

you’re not entirely comfortable with your arms being out like this

but the dress is so damn gorgeous that you think it’s just best to bite the bullet

even if you’re going to be hyper aware of your arms the entire night

you have no idea how you’re gonna be walking on heels with the weight of this dress on you

you have a delicate pearl necklace sitting around your neck

and soft pearl earrings

you’re totally overdressed

but you also don’t give a fuck

right as you glance in the mirror, your phone vibrates

but before you can look at it, hoseok and jungkook call out to you.

“have fun and be safe.” hoseok wraps his arms around you and gently pats your back

“you look absolutely stunning.” jungkook’s turn to hug you and you sigh in content

“thank you guys. you’re the best.”

the price is hefty but you also look better than you have

except for maybe your wedding day

which they were also the glam team for

you looked so gorgeous

yoongi tried to stay strong but ended up choking and tearing up as soon as you got close enough to him

you were so young

he was so young

ages 20 & 22

so damn full of life

:(

and then you’re reminded that you got texted not too long ago

from: namjoon

‘Let me know when you arrive, I’ll come pick you up at the entrance’

he’s so attentive <33

from: you

‘thanks mr. celebrity. will do’

from: namjoon

‘🙄🙄’

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upon your arrival, like promised, namjoon’s by the door when your cab pulls up

clad in an extremely expensive tuxedo it seems

hair styled so elegantly, swooped to the side that shows his forehead so well

he opens the door for you and helps you out but not before thanking you for coming by giving you a hug

he quietly gasps. “you look absolutely stunning,” he says into your hair, rubbing your back

you return the compliment

it’s pretty cold out

“let’s get you out of the cold,” he chuckles when he notices the goosebumps all over your shoulders

he guides you into the massive hall

thousands of people

standing around

chatting

drinking

eating appetisers

looks like some real important people are here

you barely make it halfway through the hall when namjoon is pulled from your arm

he gives you an apologetic smile but you wave it off, telling him to go do what he needs to

you find yourself by the snacks, clutch in hand

your eyes trail the delicacies

hmm

maybe you should–

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d assume you were one of the awards.”

the voice makes you turn around and you instantly pull him into a hug

“it’s been so long.” you pout your lips as he rubs your back gently.

“i know, i know. i’ve been so busy.”

“so, i heard. mr. park jimin, aka the up and coming model ready to take the world by storm.” you nudge him with your hip

he shakes his head yet can’t help but smile.

“stop it,” he mumbles sheepishly

“i’m serious! congrats on your contract with dior, jimin. i’m so damn proud of you.”

his eyes disappear behind his wide smile and it seems like he’s about to get emotional so he pulls you in for another hug instead

another voice speaks up behind you two

“what are we celebrating?”

you turn to look over jimin’s shoulder

“damn. you look really good. i thought you were jimin’s plus one.”

you reach out to smack his shoulder but he dodges your attack just in time, hands still in his pockets

“what are you trying to say, you little jerk?” you huff at the tall man with pillowy lips and broad shoulders

“shouldn’t you address someone of my rank with more respect?” he crosses his arms

“your rank?” you echo and this time, jimin pulls away

“you haven’t heard? seokjin’s father stepped down as CEO. seokjin is now the CEO of kim enterprises.”

your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets as you turn to seokjin again

it really HAS been long

your isolation hasn’t been good to anyone

“congrats!!!” you pull seokjin into a tight hug, not caring how uncomfortable it is for you in this heavy pearl dress

he chuckles and rubs your back, mumbling quiet thank yous

and once again

everyone around you is moving forwards in life

and you stay behind

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you chat a bit more

“i gotta get back to my date,” seokjin says as he gives one last quick hug to you and jimin

jimin turns to you after seokjin dips. “have you uh,” he says as he looks around. “have you seen yoongi?”

you look around. “no.”

“is he here with a plus one?”

“i don’t know, jimin.”

he sighs quietly. “sorry.”

you shake your head. “it’s okay, ji. just not sure how i’d react if i came face to face with him and his date.”

he nods to what you’re saying in understanding and rubs your shoulder.

“do you have a plus one?” you ask him

he shakes his head. “no.”

it makes you smile. at least you’ll have a bit of company

“i’d pretend to be your date but we both know yoongi wouldn’t buy that.”

right

he would after.. you know

jimin points at a man standing by the bar with a camera around his neck

“that’s one of the photographers tonight. i’ve worked with him a handful of times. he’s really nice and he’s very handsome. try to chat him up,” jimin says as he nudges you with his hip

you roll your eyes. “why would i do that?”

“because i don’t want you to feel alone here when i’m not around, okay?”

“jimin, i’m divorced, not a helpless lonely teenager.”

wrong.

he chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, careful not to mess your makeup up. “i know, i know. i’m gonna go chat that girl up by the bar, she’s been staring for 13 minutes.”

oh

he’s leaving

that’s why

jimin’s gone as quickly as he came

hmm

you turn to glance at the photographer by the bar

his face is turned away but his side profile is ethereal

that is a very handsome man. wow.

you take a very small sip of champagne just to get some alcohol into your system to get rid of the nerves

just as you decide to start walking towards him

there’s a hand on your back.

an all too familiar hand.

“almost mistook you for a shooting star.”

you turn to look over your shoulder

to make eye contact

with your exhusband.

your eyes quickly glance around him for any evidence of a plus one but you don’t see anything

your eyes drag down his body

nice beige suit, looks to be designer

long wavy hair styled so gorgeously you wish you could run your fingers through it

much like you, yoongi likes going all out

maybe thats why y’all fit so well together

“yoongi,” you greet, feeling extremely awkward cause last time you saw him, you made him put his dick in your mouth when all he had to do was attempt to get you pregnant

“sugar,” he greets back, eyes dropping down your figure. “i don’t think you belong here.”

sugar…

you frown. “hm?”

“look at you. it’s like i’m face to face with an angel. i can hardly believe how beautiful you are.” he smiles as he reaches to rub your elbow

your body heats up under his touch.

“thanks but you can stop kissing my ass. tonight’s about namjoon.”

he chuckles at your comment and holds his hands up in surrender. “just thought i’d let you know.”

“hm,” you hum as you look around, eyes falling back on the photographer by the bar who has seemingly started chatting with people around him

“anyway,” you say. you turn back to yoongi. “i’ll see you ‘round. you should probably spend time with your date.”

he tilts his head to the side. “date?”

“your plus one. you were allowed to bring a plus one, right?”

“oh, yeah. my plus one is just a coworker that’s a big fan of namjoon’s work. but i don’t really view her as my date.”

right.

lol

there’s no reason your heart should crack the way it did

hate that you keep thinking about the possibilities

bet they came in one car

did he compliment her when he saw her?

do they have inside jokes like he does with you?

“did you bring a plus one?” yoongi asks quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

you simply shrug. “i’m sure you’d love to know that.” you nod over his shoulder. “i’m telling you to spend time with her cause she’s been staring for a good 2 minutes.”

yoongi turns to look over his shoulder and you hate how it does seem like he knows the woman

“yeah. yuna.”

“go catch up with her, then. we can catch up during dinner sunday.”

with that, you turn and head for the bar, making sure not to slip or tumble because that would make your dramatic departure from yoongi look foolish

you already feel foolish.

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sometimes there’s a big hole in your soul and that’s just the way it is and you have to fill it up with songs you love and people who make you feel better and towels in your favorite color and socks that feel just right on your feet and even then sometimes part of you will leak out and other times it’ll all gush at once and you’ll feel like you’re fighting a losing battle but the fact is every time you flood you just pick up the pieces of all the little good things around you and start laying the bricks over again and yeah it’s too bad there’s got to be a hole in the first place but that’s life sometimes you babble and ebb and flow and burst but your soul is part of what keeps the world alive and it’s really just amazing you’re here so don’t worry that the sadness never fully goes away I’m just really glad we exist. the world is full of everyone and I’m happy that includes us.

I LOVED THIS SO MUCH! i think this is the first long mingyu fic i’ve ever read and i’m so glad it was this one! i loved how oc was firm in her decision at first but eventually realized that it’s okay to open her heart again 🥹🥹 and thank god for emotionally intelligent mingyu!!! he’s so fluffy and good as a dad that i forgot he was also HOT but then i was very much reminded with the ending 🤭 thank you so much author!!

In Soft Hands | Part 2 (Mingyu)

Rating/Genre: M18+, strangers to friends (idiots) to lovers, rom-com vibes; fluff, smut 💖, angst Pairings: SingleDad!Mingyu x DaycareTeacher!Reader(f), mentions of Joshua, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Vernon, Wonwoo, Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration, size kink, hugedick!Mingyu bc i literally cannot help myself, Mingyu is slightly dom and reader is slightly subby, nipple play, fingering, choking, reader isn’t bratty (maybe just a tiny bit), kind of bulge kink (could be read as such), too much talk about how big he is but idc i love it, creampie, hints of an impreg/breeding kink, a bit of discussion about protection, pet name ‘baby’, minor injuries (no blood) and a visit to urgent care, some tears, a little bit of trauma from past relationships but nothing intense, sex while there’s a kid in the house (i don’t imagine that’s a trigger bc people do that all the time with their own kids but figured i’d mention it to be safe, the kid does NOT walk in on them) same warnings as previously about kids/parenting/having a family, even more cuteness with a 4-year-old kid, reader is shorter/overall smaller than Mingyu Word Count: 17.5k Summary: What happened probably shouldn't have happened. But that doesn't mean you regret it...

PART ONE

A/N: Second + final part! You need to read part one first. I literally can NOT believe the notes on the first part after only three days - but damn is it nice to know that longer fics can be well-received!! Anywayyy fun stuff in here - if you're just here for the smut you gotta scroll down a while :)

Mingyu doesn’t kiss you when he walks you to the door that night, opting instead to simply give you a shy yet knowing smile, his hand high up on the door frame as he hangs against it to once again give you a tiny view of something that is sure to damage your health.

You don’t talk about what happened. 

When Mingyu comes to pick up Marco the next day, things feel incredibly normal, which you suppose is a relief. You still think about kissing him again the entire time he’s in front of you – but you don’t! So, that’s a win, surely.

It doesn’t help that every time you so much as look at Marco, you’re reminded of Mingyu’s existence. And not just being on that couch with him. No, you think about him laughing and joking around with his friends while they play their two-on-two games. Or the way he looks at you with the most careful anticipation as you take the first bite of a new recipe he’s having you try out. Or that scrunched up smile, proud eyes crinkling, when his son does something particularly silly.

It’s Saturday, two days after you were at his house, when he texts you. 

MG: Busy this afternoon? I told him I’d take him to the port to go on the carousel and get ice cream and he might have asked if you were coming 😁 MG: But I completely get it if you can’t or aren’t up for it YN: Ah that sounds fun! Hmmm YN: I actually have some things I need to get done today YN: I won’t have a chance tomorrow bc my friend is having a bridal shower and I’m helping to set up YN: 🙁 sorry it’s just a busy weekend! MG: Can I help? MG: I mean like is there something I can take off your hands? YN: Haha no it’s ok. It’s just like house stuff YN: Groceries for the week, swap out my annoying leaky shower head etc YN: I've been putting it off for too long... MG: Lol that is the exact kind of thing I can take off your hands YN: Lol right YN: Nah it’s ok you don’t have to do that. I have time today MG: Sure but if I help you then you’ll also have time to ride a carousel with a little boy that asked for you MG: By name YN: Don’t guilt me mister MG: Guilt you into letting me help you? Lol MG: I can install a new shower head in no time and then you can buy us our ice cream and we’ll call it even

It feels much more cruel to say no to Marco. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself to feel better upon sending your next message – just one word:

Deal. 

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While you pick up some quick groceries, Mingyu and Marco have the run of your place. (You made sure to hide anything even mildly embarrassing before they arrived). After the quickest weekly shop you could manage, you make your way back inside, dropping the heavy bags on the counter and being met with silence. 

“Gyu?” 

“Your bedroom door was squeaking. Did you know that?” he asks as he comes down the hallway, Marco following behind, hand dragging against the wall. “Anyway, it’s fixed.” Then he shoots you with a dazzling smile.

“You fixed my door?” You don’t want to seem too pleased. He shouldn’t be doing all that stuff for you anyway. But it is… kind of nice. And, frankly, convenient.

“Your door, your showerhead. The light in your fridge.”

“What were you doing looking in my fridge?” you tease, pulling it open to put a few things away to find it lit up for the first time in weeks. You just haven’t made it a priority to go out and get the right bulbs yet. 

“Don’t complain,” Mingyu teases as Marco climbs onto one of your island stools and makes himself right at home. “Now, you can actually see what you have in there. Which, frankly, isn’t a lot.”

“Hey–! What do you think I was doing today?” you frown stubbornly, shaking the grocery bag you're currently unloading for emphasis. “And I-I’m not complaining… I just– you don’t need to do all that stuff for me.”

“It’s a friend thing, Y/N. Friends do things for each other. It’s fine,” he replies. 

“I helped too,” Marco informs, reaching for a banana from the bunch that you haven’t put away yet. 

“Thank you, kiddo,” you say warmly, ripping one open for him and handing it over. “How does it look in there?”

“Good,” he says through a squishy mouthful.

“I can also finish that door trim that’s missing in the hallway if you want,” Mingyu offers, catching your eye once more. Then he lifts his hands in defense. “Only if you want.”

You hold back your smile, hiding by putting some stuff away in your cupboard. “I don’t even know where to get… what we would need…”

“I have it,” he replies simply. “It’s basic. Could do it for you this week if you want.”

You watch him a moment, trying to tell what this means, what he means by all this. It’s actually hard to be around him knowing that what you felt the other night has to stay there. “Ok,” you say softly after another second, knowing you’re too weak to say no. As hard as it is, you still do want to be around him. 

It’s a friend thing. That’s what he said. 

You’re friends.

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It’s a gorgeous day – not too hot like August can tend to be. Especially with the breeze coming up off the lake, just strong enough to ruffle Marco’s hair. 

It’s been so long since you’ve been to the portside carousel; you grew up close enough that it’s a nostalgic summer activity you used to do with your family. But that’s mostly loose memories – you definitely haven’t ridden it in the last decade. 

“Which one are you going for?” Mingyu asks, leaning into your arm while he has a hand on top of each of Marco’s shoulders to keep him close in line. 

“Gotta go for one of the moving ones, right?”

“Well, obviously.”

“I think there’s three together riiight…” You watch closely, pointing with your hand as the ones you’re referring to come back around. “There.”

The line starts moving, the carousel filling up once more with humans far tinier than you and far far tinier than Mingyu, but you don’t care. The three of you hightail for the horses you marked as yours, Marco giggling as you hurry him, weaving through all the far more boring ponies.

“You want the middle?” you ask, patting the seat of the white horse then helping him climb up once he agrees though he doesn’t really need the assistance. 

He clings tight to the pole for a moment, watching his dad get on, then giggling at the fact that Mingyu’s feet are still firmly planted on the ground, even once he’s seated atop the pink-maned horse.

As soon as the ride starts, he’s bouncing in his seat, cheesing at the way the horse begins to rise up and down, taking him with it. 

You pretty much watch him and his sparkly eyes the whole time. Well, except for when his horse goes down and Mingyu’s goes up and you’re left staring at the cutest smile you can imagine, pointy canines and all. 

After the third time riding it in a row, your cheeks are starting to hurt, and the two of you are able to steer him away with the promise of an ice cream cone. As you eat, chocolate accumulating around the corners of the boy’s mouth, sure to find its way onto his t-shirt as well, the three of you walk slowly down the sand-trekked pathway along the beach, surrounded by a sky of solid blue. You try not to linger on the desire to hold Mingyu’s hand, slotting your fingers between his bigger ones.

You certainly don’t need to be doing that.

When the ice cream cones are finished, and you reach the end of the little stretch of beach, you walk ahead with Marco, closer to the water at his request, making side-by-side divots in the wet sand as you go. He’s pretty amused by it, jumping harder to watch the flat of sand crack under the weight. 

“Is it cold?” he asks when his eyes settle back on the water, the sun starting to glint off of it in bright sparkles now that it’s started to come down a bit. 

“Pretty cold, yeah,” you say through a chuckle. “You wanna feel?”

“I don’t have my swimsuit,” he says, pouting up at you. 

“We’ll just put our feet in,” you offer, slipping off your shoes to step onto the crust of cool sand then watching as he plops onto his bum. He rips at the velcro on his sandals then kicks them off, springing up until his toes are being licked by the waves.

“Ahh! It’s cold!” he shrieks, a loud uninhibited laugh flying out of him as he runs back to you, arms wrapping around your thigh. But just a second later, he’s grabbing your hand instead to pull you with his full weight towards the water. “Feel it!”

You let out a tiny sound when a fresh wave washes up, immersing both of you up to your ankles. But even though he squeals again with you, he’s quickly stomping in the water, splashing it up onto your legs in amusement. 

“Daddy!” he calls out, head whipping around to find Mingyu who is standing a few metres back with his hands in his pockets, watching diligently through his sunglasses. “Daddy! The water is so cold!”

“Is it?” he calls back with a smile, taking a couple steps closer but not fully joining the two of you as you wade in the water, feeling the squish of sand between your toes. 

Marco walks farther, watching the water rise up his shins until it’s just under his knees.

“That’s far enough. I don’t have dry clothes for you,” you hear from behind.

The boy looks up at you, his eyes shining, every tooth on display, as you follow a step closer. He’s so adorable you want to squeeze him. “I want to go in more,” he says lower, like he’s telling you a secret. 

“Marco…” you warn through a little smile in a similarly quiet voice. 

The two of you watch each other, and then you can clearly see the mischief bubbling up in his eyes and you reach to grab him just as he goes to lunge forward into the deeper water. You swing him up, spinning around, pulling musical laughter out of him, until he’s propped up on your hip, secured tightly in your arms, wet feet cold where they brush against your thighs. 

“You little monkey!” you scold in jest, jostling him around a little as you jog your way back to the sand with him clinging to your neck.

“I saw that,” Mingyu says once you're close, smirking at his son and pointing at him accusingly which just makes him cackle more.

A second later, he’s drying off Marco’s feet with the bottom of his shirt, slipping his sandals back on while you hold him, enjoying the brief cuddle as his head relaxes onto your shoulder. 

It feels too nice. All of it.

- 

Basketball night comes around again. While the others bounce a ball back and forth with Marco, Joshua comes to sit with you, pouring some water into his mouth as he walks.

He plops down beside you with a huff, then glances over. “You can play with us, you know.”

You tear your eyes away from Mingyu (his ass just looks hypnotizingly round in those shorts, ok?) and laugh, instantly intimidated by the thought due to your lack of coordination. “Ah, I spend enough time running around with that kid throughout the day.”

“Oh, true, true.” He smiles then takes another sip of his water. “Wild, isn’t he? Endless energy.”

You nod, back to watching as they run around, Marco chasing, trying to ‘defend’ against Mingyu – whose one step is worth three of Marco’s. “Kind of like someone else we know.”

He chuckles. “Gyu’s actually toned down quite a bit, would you believe?”

You raise your eyebrows. 

“He’s taken the dad thing pretty seriously.”

“Hm, he’s good at it,” you say, nodding as you lean back against the fence behind the bench.

“Gotta be good at something, I guess,” he jokes through a dramatic sigh. 

You let out a little breath of amusement. It’s interesting – you’ve yet to find a single thing Mingyu’s not good at. “You don’t have kids yet, do you?”

“Nope, not yet. He was a bit ahead of the rest of us. They were highschool sweethearts, him and Elena.”

Elena. Huh. Funny how you’ve managed to go all these months without even knowing his ex-wife’s name. Or that they got together so young.

“Mm, I didn’t know that.” Hopefully you’re succeeding at being as casual as you think you are. “How long have you guys been friends?”

“Uh, like eight years?” He thinks for a minute. “Yeah, most of us met just after high school so…”

“Aw. That’s sweet that all of you have stayed close since then.”

“Yeah. Actually! Not sure if he mentioned but my family has this cottage an hour north. We all try to go together at the end of summer every year.”

“Oh, that's fun."

“Are you free next weekend? If you’re not busy, you should come. I’m sure Marco would love to have you there. Well, and Mingyu.” 

You smile a little. “Really?” you say, looking over at him. You’re not sure if you’re exactly at the annual-friend-trip level of friendship yet but you certainly like the feeling of him thinking so.

“Yeah, of course,” he says, narrowing his eyes at you like the question is ridiculous.

“You have room for me?”

“Definitely. It’s a big place. And my family won’t be there for those few days so…”

“Oh, cool. I mean… yeah, maybe,” you reply, uncertain but there’s a hopefulness in your voice. It’s not exactly clear if Mingyu wants you there, considering he hasn’t mentioned it to you. 

“Let Gyu know,” he says softly as he stands, tossing his bottle on top of his bag and starting to walk backwards with a smile. “You’re definitely invited.”

“Will do,” you agree with a nod then watch as he goes off to join the others.

-

An hour later, once Marco is buckled into the car, Mingyu asks you himself.

“It’ll be… the guys… their partners… Seungcheol has a really cute ten-month old that'll be there if that holds any interest for you,” he says cheekily, resting a hand against his car. “No pressure though. I know you don’t know any of them too well.” 

Seeing the baby is tempting. The idea of being around his friends, who all seem genuinely lovely, sounds fun too. And, of course, you seem to never be able to get enough time with Marco. But you know that’s not why you want to agree so badly. 

You shouldn’t say yes. Not with the way he looks at you. Or the other way around.

“Your friends… and their partners…” you repeat, wondering if it’s just your mind jumping to how that makes the invite sound. 

He smirks a tiny bit but pushes it away, tilting his head. “You’re my friend too.”

You nod. Ok. Fair.

“Mm. It does sound kind of fun…” you say, still in waffling territory as you try to convince yourself to tell him you can’t. That it’s not a good idea.

Or just say you’re busy. Lie! Anything.

“Might be nice to get away…?” he offers, pursing his lips, raising his eyebrows, looking so innocently adorable in his attempt at coercion. 

Your smile breaks. 

Fuck, you literally cannot say no to him. 

-

The drive to the Hongs’ cottage is barely over an hour but somehow it’s still a struggle. Primarily because there’s a cranky four-year-old in the car who is somehow perpetually hungry and constantly needs to pee, even though he went right before you left. 

It’s literally only once you arrive, the car pulling up to a large cottage surrounded by lush greenery, that Marco is suddenly happy as a clam, jumping around as soon as his feet hit the dirt then running up to the open door where a pretty woman is awaiting him for a hug. 

Mingyu scoffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he rounds to the trunk, popping it and pulling out the bags. “Unbelievable.”

You suppress your own grin, taking your bag from him with a soft thank you and a hand brush that feels nicer than you want to admit. When you glance over again, more people have come to the door, welcoming the child like he's the star of the show. “He’s probably just tired.” Apparently, he’d been excited, not wanting to go down easily the night before. 

“Could’ve slept in the car,” Mingyu mutters but still smiles when you meet his eyes. The two of you start to walk over.

“At least it wasn’t a long drive.”

“Thank god.”

“Welcome, friends!” you hear, head shooting up to find Joshua in the doorway with a huge smile, his arms held up wide. It’s corny and it makes you giggle as you climb the stairs, finally catching a glimpse inside at all the wood and cozy decoration, and most beautifully, the huge windows looking out the back onto the water. Like, right onto the water. 

“This place is… stunning,” you say as you take it all in, stepping inside and kicking off your shoes following Mingyu’s lead. “Holy crap.”

Joshua lets out an airy chuckle. “Thank you. I’m lucky we get to take advantage of it,” he replies in his host-like manner, reaching out for your bag.

“Is everyone here already?”

“You’re the stragglers.”

“It’s not even late,” Mingyu dismisses, trailing after him on squeaky wood floors. 

“Late enough that dinner’s almost ready. You’re in here, Y/N,” Joshua says as he steps into one of the bedrooms, his tone immediately getting sweeter once his words are directed at you. 

You get your bags settled away, Mingyu and Marco set up in the room next to yours, which are both decked out with super comfy double beds and well-crafted dark wooden furniture that just feels so right in a cottage like this one. 

By the time you’re making your way into the kitchen, which has a view as equally stunning as the living room next to it, you can see Marco already in his bathing suit down by the dock, about to jump in to join a few other swimmers bobbing in the water. 

You find Mingyu’s side in all the hustle of the kitchen, realizing there’s more people here than you thought, and look up at him a little shyly. “You have to introduce me to everyone.”

“Yes!” he says as though it'd slipped his mind in all the social excitement. “Yes, of course. So… you know Josh. And this,” he says, pausing a moment to bring you the few steps to a woman scooping pasta onto plates. “This is Shay, his girlfriend.” She looks up, giving you a bright smile, as she continues her task. 

Quickly, you say your name and smile back, but Mingyu is already moving on, pivoting his body to the next few people, excitedly introducing you to Seungkwan, Soonyoung, and Wonwoo who are all sat at the large table, just chilling as they chat. 

Next, you’re brought to Vernon, his partner, Sam, and Haewon, who's with Seokmin. Jeonghan too is around here somewhere, you’re told. Finally, he brings you to Seungcheol who’s looking out the big living room windows with an absolutely precious baby in his arms. You say the shortest hello to Seungcheol before you’re cooing at the baby, saying hi, getting a smile as you instinctively reach out for her hand and let tiny fingers wrap around yours. 

“Oh my god, Cheol, she’s so sweet,” you breathe, coming closer, and you can feel Mingyu press to your side so he can look over your shoulder with you. “What’s her name?”

“Nari,” he tells you in the gentlest voice, looking up at you for the briefest moment. 

“Aw, hi Nari. You are so beautiful.”

“Cute, isn’t she?” Mingyu says, before leaning a bit closer to your ear to whisper: “She loves me.”

“Oh, yeah?” you tease, turning your head slightly to see him. But then his face is so close to yours. 

“Favourite uncle for sure.”

“Here, favourite uncle,” Cheol scoffs, shifting Nari with the clear intention to pass her over. “I’m gonna go find Hana.”

With that, he’s gone, and Mingyu’s holding a baby that somehow looks even tinier now in front of his giant frame. His smile is wider too, which always makes him look so soft. 

Your lips press together as you try not to burst. But he’s looking at you like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Like he can hear your ovaries exploding. 

He bounces just a little, like a seasoned pro, looking down at her. “Always dreamed of having a daughter, actually.”

“Really? Hm…” You ponder on that thought for a moment, scraping your mind for visions of having your own family back when it was much more within reach. “I always thought that I’d have boys for some reason.”

“Multiple?”

“Yeah, I don’t know.” You shrug, stepping closer to reach once again for her pudgy hand.

“Wanna hold her?”

You let out a playful sigh. “Obviously.”

Giggling, he passes her over, carefully making sure you’ve got her weight before letting go. 

Your next sound is more like a groan but it’s of pure satisfaction. Babies are just so warm and cuddly, and this one looks like a mini-Cheol but with squishier cheeks and poutier lips and even thicker eyelashes. “Ok. I’m gonna steal her. Don’t tell anyone,” you whisper to him, looking over your shoulder suspiciously. 

He giggles again before pressing a palm lightly against your back. “Come on, let’s go back with everyone.”

-

You hold onto her for a while, slowly meeting the rest of the crew as everyone convenes on the back deck to have some dinner. You meet Hana as well, who you find out is Hana when she exclaims: “Oh, this is my baby!” as she comes over to introduce herself.

Through a laugh, you ask if she wants Nari back but she just shrugs and shakes her head. “Unless you’re done with her. Doesn’t matter to me.”

You just cuddle the baby closer, letting your chin brush the top of her head for a moment. “Nah, I’m good. I work with the older kids so I don’t ever get the baby snuggles.”

Her face lights up. “Oh, the daycare teacher, right! Mingyu talks about you so much.”

You can’t help the warmth that spreads through your body, this time not from the bundle of heat in your arms. “Does he?”

“Oh, should I not say that?” she jokes, lowering her voice and leaning in a bit. 

Both of you settle your gaze on Mingyu who’s just a few feet away, leaning leisurely on the railing of the deck with a beer in his hand as he chats with Seungcheol and Wonwoo, handsome as ever. 

“Good things, obviously,” she adds, turning back to you then absentmindedly bringing a hand up to brush a few of Nari’s fine baby hairs back off her forehead. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Me too. It’s so calming here. And you guys have such a nice, like… welcoming vibe.”

“Aw, you think so? Yeah, we’re alright, I guess,” she jokes through a shrug. “If you met Gyu first then it really does just go up from there.”

You chuckle, already obsessed with her. “Damn, you guys really all do rag on him, huh? I thought it would just be the boys.”

“Nah, they can’t have all the fun. Please tell me you’re not too nice to him. We do it for his own good, really,” she plays, taking a sip of her own drink. 

“'For his own good',” you repeat through a laugh, sneaking another glance at him just as he does the same to you. You look away probably a little too fast, meeting Hana’s eyes once again.

“Anyway, let me know if you need anything. I know we can be overwhelming,” she says gesturing to the sheer amount of people milling about. With everyone now in the same vicinity, there must be at least fifteen of you. “Or, y’know, if you just want to smell a baby.”

-

You’re on the deck until the sun goes down, talking, playing board games, eating snacks as they’re passed around the table to you. Curled up in your chair, bare feet not even cold in the evening summer air, you look over to find Mingyu speaking into Marco’s ear. The boy is pouting, face scrunching up a little more until he’s turning around in Mingyu’s lap to place his hands very seriously on his dad’s shoulders. 

You can’t hear what they’re saying, just that Marco is asking for something, and that Mingyu is trying to respond firmly, giving his head a slow shake and repeating his instruction. Marco’s voice changes to a slight whine, and Mingyu’s eyes flick over to you for just a moment. He says something else to his son, a little defeated, then helps the boy climb off him so he can run around the table to your side.

“Y/N?” Marco asks, a little hand finding your forearm. 

“What’s up?”

“Can you… can you read with me?” He looks so serious. So hopeful. 

“Sure, cutie pie,” you say, breathing into your smile. 

“Ok,” he says, smiling widely back before turning his head to his dad and saying, much more loudly, “She said yes!”

Mingyu chuckles, subtly rolling his eyes. “Ok, buddy.”

“Is it time?” you ask across the table, starting to push your chair back as you try to withhold your laughter at his reaction. 

“It’s time. Let’s go, big man,” Mingyu groans, standing up from his own chair. 

“No, just Teacher,” Marco whines, frowning at his dad, who immediately holds up his hands. 

“Geez. Ok,” he says dramatically, dropping back into his seat.

A few of the others around laugh, and Hana turns to Mingyu with a mischievous grin. “He has a new favourite, huh?”

“That’s what I’m sayin’,” he scoffs, his smile getting wider as he shoots you a look. 

You click your teeth just loud enough for him to hear, mouthing ‘pushover’ teasingly at him as you walk past with Marco in tow. 

Inside, he goes down pretty well, following his typical routine until he’s tucked under the blanket on one side of the big bed, looking up at you through heavy eyes.

You brush over his head softly, whispering one last goodnight to him, before tip-toeing out of the room as quietly as possible, sure to close the door tight behind you. You’re sure he’s probably passed out by the time you reach the sliding door to rejoin everyone on the deck. 

“Teacher, Teacher, sit by me,” Mingyu teases in a kid voice upon seeing you come out, reaching for you playfully until you’re laughing and making your way over to the empty seat next to him to join in on the board game they’ve started to set up. 

-

Even though the cottage is only just north of where you live, it really does feel like an escape. You spend the whole of Saturday outdoors, swimming in the lake, pushing Marco on the – somewhat questionable – tire swing (apparently Mingyu is the one that strung it up so it’s his fault if anything goes wrong, you've been told), and sitting out on the colourful dock chairs in the sunshine with different configurations of people, slowly getting to know them better. 

Mingyu keeps his glasses on throughout the day, cooks up lunch for everyone, and continues to grow more attractive with each passing hour even though you know that’s not possible.

You offer to do the washing up after – he fights you on it but you don’t give in – and so you wash, and he dries, and you can see the way his friends smirk at the two of you. 

But even so, even if you try to, you can’t help the way Mingyu makes you flush and laugh. You splash water at him at every bad joke until he’s swatting you playfully with the drying towel and you’re threatening to knock him out, kicking in his direction from your post at the sink while he giggles and jumps just out of reach. 

In the afternoon, while you, Shay, and Haewon settle onto the deck, Mingyu and Seokmin are down on the grass with Marco, getting tackled by him and then tackled again as soon as they get back up.

It's impossible to ignore the trio of goofballs; Mingyu and Seokmin keep groaning and shouting, lamenting their defeat, each time they hit the ground, making Marco laugh wildly while launching himself at one of them again.

You look over and watch them a little, unable to help your own smile at the way Mingyu dramatically pulls himself up with much huffing and puffing, beginning to 'run' from Marco, letting out little screams of 'fear'.

"This is my future, huh?" Haewon says playfully, leaning closer to you to look down at them as well.

"Good luck with that," Shay teases, beginning to shuffle the cards you're playing with once more. "Your kid's going to be even weirder than Marco."

"Hey, it'll still be half-me."

"And half-Seok."

"At least they all entertain each other," you say through a fond smirk, finally peeling your eyes away to pick up your cards, spreading them apart to see what you have.

"You should get on that," Shay says, and you look up, your brows raising in surprise at what you can't help hearing. But, thankfully, she's not actually speaking to you.

"I'm sure he'd wanna try tonight if I let him," Haewon replies amusedly.

"Oh, is this something you guys have talked about a lot?" you ask, trying to get caught up.

"Only every time we all get together. Ever since Hana gave birth."

"I mean, Nari is cute enough to give anyone baby fever," Shay says casually, sorting her cards in her hand.

"Ugh, true." Haewon turns her head back to you. "Does working at a daycare have the opposite effect? I feel like it's gotta be nice to just be able to give 'em back at the end of the day."

"Yeah..." You nod slowly before shrugging just a little. "With most of them anyways."

-

In the evening, Marco lets Mingyu be the one to put him down this time, and you curl up as the last bits of sunlight dissipate, this time in one of the campfire chairs that surround the flickering fire. Marco ate practically his weight in toasted marshmallows so you anticipate that bedtime routine might not run as smoothly tonight, with sticky hands to clean and a sugar high to come down from.

You chat with Sam in the chair next to you, getting the details of what she does for work, how she met Vernon, all the basics you haven’t had a chance to get to yet. Similarly, she asks about your job, about how your friendship with Mingyu started.

Just as you're in the middle of trying not to sound like a goner for him, Mingyu is making his way down from the deck to join the group of you, capturing your attention when he says your name.

He passes you a cold drink which you accept before suddenly he’s lowering himself onto your lap, like a giant puppy who doesn’t realize he’s not a lap dog.

“What are you doing?” you say through your laugh, barely getting the words out clearly. Even so, your free arm naturally wraps around his waist, able to feel the muscles of his torso through his t-shirt. 

“There’s no free chairs,” he says simply, twisting a little so that he can still see you if he turns his head away from the fire. 

You huff out a laugh, tearing your eyes away from the way the glow from fire is painting the side of his face so nicely in orange-y gold. Realizing you can’t exactly open the can in your hand, you hold it up to him, smiling in thanks when he cracks it, then letting out another sarcastic laugh when he takes it from you to claim the first sip. 

“You’re kind of heavy, you know.”

He just swallows the liquid and pouts at you, bottom lip jutting out exaggeratedly. 

“Ok, fine,” you say right away, taking the drink from him and taking a swig. 

He smiles at you so giddily, wiggling in place, even more sweetly childlike than he usually is. “No one ever holds me like this.”

You giggle in disbelief at his cuteness. “I wonder why.”

Getting comfortable, he leans his head against the back of the chair, gazing at you a little, and whispers, “Should I move?”

“You don’t have to,” you say back as nonchalantly as you can, looking away from him because you just need to not be looking into his eyes right now. Something very strong is compelling you. It’s like there’s a magnet between his lips and yours. It just feels like you should kiss him. Like it would be right somehow. 

So, you stare at the fire instead, trying to tune into the conversations around you so you can stop being hypersensitive on every part of your body that is touching him, and how the heat from him is warming up your skin more than the fire is. You wonder if he can feel it, the way your heart is pumping harder behind your ribs. 

After a couple seconds, you glance at him just as his gaze drifts up to the dark sky, a halo of trees above giving way to tiny stars. The way his head is tilted back a little just makes him look hotter, showing off his jawline, extra defined by the direction of the light. “Did, uh… did he go down ok?” you try, only stuttering slightly. 

“Yeah, not too bad actually,” he says, letting out a little sigh, then he’s looking at you again. “Thank you, by the way.” He chuckles very slightly. “Feel like I should still be paying you for how helpful you are with him.”

Right away, you’re shaking your head, dismissing it. “I told you. I like it. Honestly, he listens pretty well for me, so.” You shrug a little, taking a sip from your can.

“That’s crazy... I actually can’t believe how well he listens to you.” He gives you a little look, as if he’s a bit aggrieved by it. “He’s usually too hyper.”

“Well, he’s still super hyper at school. Don’t get me wrong,” you remind, pulling a smile from him. 

“I just mean, like… he must feel comfortable with you. He trusts what you say to him.”

You're a little surprised by his words, or maybe just grateful. “Seems like it,” you say lightly. 

“I can see why.” He looks away a bit as he says the words quietly, still intended for you to hear but just maybe a little shy. 

The pounding behind your ribs is coming back. “‘Why’…?”

“Why he likes you so much.” He looks at you, eyes sweet and wide as he smiles just a touch. 

Fuck, you want to kiss him so badly. You don’t know what to say.

Dropping your gaze, you take a little breath, letting the smile that so badly wants to come out press onto your lips. “Gyu,” you say so quietly, almost like you’re scolding but you’re clearly not. He’s just making this… hard. 

“Y/N,” he whispers back, but it’s warmer, the letters fitting perfectly in his mouth. 

“Your friends are all here,” you say sheepishly, as if that means anything. You’re not sure if it will to him. Don’t flirt with me in front of them? Hell, the two of you have been doing that all day. Don’t make me—

Fuck.

He smiles, a little breath of amusement coming out, then he’s reaching for the drink, taking another swig and settling his attention on the animated conversation happening between Haewon and Seokmin in the next chair over. 

-

“Holy shit– look at the moon,” you say, pausing right where the pathway splits between going down to the docks and back up to the cottage, to stare up at the sky. Mingyu stops with you, immediately following your gaze. “It’s so clear tonight,” you continue in awe, barely even looking where you’re stepping as you start downwards, wanting to get past the few tall trees on the property so that you can really see the way the moon’s white reflects off the water in such a clear stroke. 

You hear a chuckle behind you then his louder footsteps on the dock as he trails after you. When you reach the end, perched out as far as possible so that you can get the full effect, he’s suddenly beside you.

He whistles quietly, head turned up at the stars. “Damn, look how bright that is.” He points straight up, finding the sparkliest one right above you. 

“Wow,” comes out of you, barely audible, then you’re lowering yourself onto the dock, leaning back on your palms. It’s very quiet, some of the sound from those still at the fire pit traversing all the way to you but it’s barely noticeable now. The water’s really still too, large pools of it so smooth that they look like glass. 

He slowly sits and leans back as well, crossing his arm over yours a bit to fit on the dock beside you, his head resting back. 

You eyes scan the dark silhouette on cottages and trees on the other side of the lake then trail back up. “Is it always this pretty here?”

After a few seconds, he takes in a long breath. “I don’t remember it being this pretty.” It’s quiet, and dreamy, and you realize that Mingyu is really not good at hiding things. Or maybe he’s not trying to hide anything at all. 

You look over at him, compelled once again. He’s somehow even more beautiful in the moonlight than he was by the fire. For once, you’re not even surprised. This whole painting in front of you, hundreds of stars, a shining full moon, the expanse of lake literally shimmering for you. 

But you want to look at him. 

He turns his head to you, his lips pressing together a little. Then his shoulders twist a little too, adjusting so he’s only leaned on one hand, his torso facing you. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” you whisper back, not nearly as nervous as you feel. 

He’s close, enough for you to see the tiny mole on the tip of his nose, even in the low light. Still, he waits, gaze jumping between your eyes, trying to figure out what they’re telling him. You don’t even fully know yourself. 

You turn a little too, then watch your hand as it lifts to rest tentatively on his chest. His really nice chest. For a moment there, you forgot just how badly you want him. But the feel of him under your palm brings it right back, your whole body buzzing with your nerves and attraction for him. 

He leans in just an inch, his eyes dropping to your lips, and you can feel the question mark. But your hand’s already slipping up, raising goosebumps along his neck where your fingers graze his skin, sinking into the back of his hair. 

“Agh, I’m trying to be good,” he says quietly, letting his forehead press against yours, his eyes falling shut. “But I want to kiss you so fucking badly.”

A chill passes over you this time, along your shoulders, down your spine. “Fuck…” you breathe out so so quietly. Why does he have to be this hot?

His hand finds your waist, slipping around, fingers bunching delicately in the thin material of your top. You can’t help the way your breathing gets heavier, the way you pull your bottom lip into your mouth, wetting it with your tongue. 

“We’ve been so good,” you say. But you’re not sure whether you’re presenting it as a disincentive or an excuse. 

He groans a little, and you can feel your body react to the low grit of it. You want that, again and again, preferably with him a lot closer and a lot more naked. “So good,” he whispers but it’s almost a moan, and you feel yourself fold.

Before you can think, you’re tilting your head up, finding his mouth with yours, holding the back of his neck. He presses into it right away, breathing in. Your noses squish together, and your lips separate a little more until you're tasting him, hot and a bit boozy from the drink you shared. 

When you hum a soft moan, his whole body comes in, his arm wrapping around your waist more as his chest meets yours. Your hold on him gets a little harder – an unconscious don’t leave. He kisses you deeper, you kiss him deeper, his tongue feels amazing, everything feels amazing. You’re getting ahead of yourself but it doesn’t matter. Something better than ecstasy is rushing through your veins. 

There’s talking and footsteps. Getting louder.

Shit– You pull back, bringing your hand to your wetted lips as you look straight ahead, remembering the moon, and the stars, the whole reason you came down to the dock in the first place. Your heart is absolutely racing. 

“Heeey, guys,” Mingyu says over his shoulder, and you can picture the sheepish smile on his lips even though you refuse to look. 

“Someone’s looking for you,” you hear Seokmin say cutely.

“Oh, is he awake?”

“Needs another snuggle, he says.” It’s Jeonghan’s voice this time. 

“He did say Daddy or Y/N so… up to you guys,” Seokmin adds with a teasing chuckle. 

At that, you turn too, enough light from the moon casting on them to be able to see both their smirks from a few metres away. “He did not,” you say through a little laugh.

“He did, I swear.”

“I heard him,” Jeonghan confirms with a nod. 

You look at Mingyu, hoping he doesn’t see the way you visibly swallow, still recovering. “You wanna go? Or should I?”

He smiles, so genuinely, then shakes his head. “I’ll go.” He rolls away from you, pulling himself to his feet, and you watch as he and Seokmin walk back towards the house shoulder-to-shoulder. You suppose you should go in as well. It’s late. 

Or maybe you’ll just disappear into the lake out of embarrassment instead. 

After a moment, you lift yourself with a groan, dusting off your ass as you take a few wobbly steps back towards the grass where Jeonghan still stands with his hands in his pockets. When you finally look at him, he has a grin on his face.

“What?”

“Nothin’.”

Your eyes fall shut as you reach him. “Don’t.”

He just chuckles and turns with you to walk back up. 

-

There’s an incredibly quiet knock at the door – so quiet that you stare at it for a minute, unsure whether you actually heard something. You’re in your pajamas, mid-climb into your bed, ready to turn your brain off if it’ll let you, but then you hear it again. A little tap tap of a knuckle against the wood. 

You approach, the floor creaking under you.

His low voice comes through: “Y/N?” 

You crack the door open, and Mingyu’s right there, pressed up close, almost huddled in the doorway, looking at you with round eyes. “I– what are you doing?” you whisper, glancing down the dark hallway.

“Uh.” He smiles a little, and so softly asks: “Can I… come in?”

You nod, letting him in. As soon as you do, he’s turning, pressing you between himself and the door – still controlled, smooth, keeping quiet, but it makes you suck in a breath, his arms wrapping around your waist. 

“I want to kiss you. But I also– need it to, like, mean something so, you gotta help me out here.”

You’re biting your lip again, a buzz coursing through you as you skim your hands up over thick shoulders. The stars inside you are pulling apart. “Gyu…”

He tugs you slightly, his face dipping into your neck, nose tickling along your jaw. “I’ve tried so hard to just be patient. And let you figure out... how you feel? If you feel the way I think you do? God, I need to know, Y/N." He pulls back just enough to give you the most knee-buckling look. "Please tell me you feel it too.”

Even in his disorienting vulnerability, it feels like seduction. So much of him touching you, smelling so good. Intoxicating. Your body feels like it’s melting under him, and with him. 

“I…– It’s not…” This is too hard. How can you really get across how much fear you have bottled up inside of you? Especially when it’s for someone you could fall so hard for. 

He kisses you. You melt into that too. 

“I’m just scared,” you say quietly when he breaks the deep kiss. 

His brows pinch. “Scared of what?”

In the stillness, you try to get your body to calm. “Getting hurt.” It feels like a too-simplistic answer. But you don’t know how else to express it. You hate that you feel shame for someone else’s careless actions.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says with a gentle shake of his head, letting one hand come up to brush a thumb over your jaw. 

“Doesn’t mean that you won’t,” you respond, wincing at your own words. Again, it’s not exactly what you mean to say. You have no reason to believe he’ll hurt you. But you had no reason to believe your ex who told you he loved you for three years would either. “I’m sorry. I just–” Your eyes scrunch shut for a moment. “It’s my own shit, and you deserve way better than having to deal with it.”

“Deal with what? Y/N, I’m so fucking crazy about you,” he says, letting out a little breath of amusement like he can’t quite believe it himself. 

Closing your eyes once more, you turn your head towards his hand, your cheek resting in his slightly rough palm, breathing in. Then you sigh. “My ex and I were going to get engaged. We had looked at rings… The whole thing. Then, out of nowhere, he ended it.” It still makes you feel a little sick, remembering how happy you’d felt. How excited you’d been for your future.

He blinks, cuteness taking over as his brows push down and his lips part slightly. 

“I’m terrified of being blindsided.” You take a breath, lifting to look him right in the eyes. “I… I don’t want to love someone that much and have it ripped away from me again,” you say, feeling a lump in your throat form, your words getting a bit distorted with the slightest hint of a break. “And there’s Marco…–” you start, your lip trembling just a little. The thought of hurting him, not being able to be what he needs, is just ten times worse. “And I adore him. But–.. that’s still a huge thing to take into account.”

He’s listening so closely, his thumb brushing delicately over your cheek. But he doesn’t say anything. Just watches you for a few seconds. Finally, he says, “Look, I can’t promise that… everything will be perfect. But I can promise that I would never blindside you like that. And with Marco–”

“I’m just not ready to put myself in that position. I’m– I’m so sorry,” you say, feeling your body tense. Fuck, this is so shitty. You wouldn’t recover from Mingyu breaking your heart; you just know it. “I really am. I’m sorry.” The lump is back, a bit of wetness threatening at the corners of your eyes, seeping into your lashes. 

His lips push together, his brows contorting above sad eyes. A moment. He pulls away slowly, leaving the front of you surprisingly cold. Both hands come up to brush back over his hair, resting finally around his neck as he steps back and looks away, his jaw twitching a little as though he has something to say but he keeps second-guessing. Finally, he says a quiet: “Ok.”

You let out a long breath, shifting over out of the way when he takes a step back towards the bedroom door. Your chest feels unbearably tight. 

“Goodnight,” he whispers softly. Sweetly. Like he means it. 

That just makes it worse.

-

The drive back the next day is quiet. You don’t feel good. Marco sleeps the whole way. The two of you don’t talk, mutually depending on the radio to fill the space. You don’t know what you could say. You’ve already said sorry. But all that springs to mind beyond that are thoughts of wanting things you can’t have.

When he comes to pick Marco up on Monday afternoon, he keeps it very brief and cordial. Understandable. Still makes you feel sick though. 

Marco is his same adorable self. In fact, you find yourself clinging to the time spent with him at the daycare even more knowing that you won’t be seeing him outside of it anymore.

You go through the motions. A little numb. Tuesday passes, Wednesday passes, Thursday passes, and you realize that the friendship really is over. It has to be – obviously – but wrapping your head around it is astonishingly difficult. 

On Friday, Marco falls. It scares the shit out of you. His head slams back against the floor, and you’re the one who witnesses it, running over to him, holding him as he curls up in your arms, crying, wrapping fully around you.

After a minute of consoling, you manage to peel him back enough to have a look. By then, Ashley is over your shoulder, looking as well, gently feeling the back of his head which took the brunt of the force. 

He’s not bleeding. It wasn’t super hard. But certainly enough to scare him and to really hurt. And enough to warrant further inspection due to it being a head injury. 

“We should take him in. To be sure,” Ashley says as he curls back into your shoulder, arms holding tight around your neck, legs around your hips. You rub a hand soothingly over his back, trying to just breathe, trying not to panic at the sounds of his little sobs against you. He’s ok. You’re sure he’ll be ok. Right?

“I’ll take him,” you say, knowing you’ll be too distracted all day being here and knowing he’s there. 

“Ok, I’ll tell Suzanne. Be right back, Jen,” she says to the other teacher, before heading out the classroom door to the office. 

“Are you ok to call Mr. Kim?” Jen asks from the other side of the room where she’s gathering the rest of the kids for circle time. 

Oh. As if your stomach wasn’t already in a tight enough knot at the feeling of his tears soaking into the collar of your shirt. But you’re trying to be solid. “Yep, got it.” 

You dial his number, swaying with Marco absentmindedly as you hold the phone to your ear and listen to the long rings.

“Hello?”

“I can talk to him,” Ashley says, appearing at your side. “You go.”

“O-oh, ok,” you stutter into the phone, hearing another confused “Hello?” come from the other end just before you pass it over to your coworker. She starts to explain, calm and collected, as you grab Marco’s backpack and sweater from the hooks and head out the door.  

You take the daycare’s car, talking to Marco the whole way in the rearview mirror, distracting him the best you can, seeing if you can get a smile or even a laugh out of him. By the time the ten-minute drive to the urgent care centre is over, you’ve thankfully managed both. 

He’s not crying anymore but he’s still a bit of a sore sight as you unbuckle him from the carseat, seeing the mostly-dried tears on his cheeks and wiping them a little before you take his hand and head inside. 

When you sit, post-check-in, Marco slumps against you, holding tight to your arm. He’s quiet and has completely calmed down, and finally, you have a moment to let out a long shaky breath of tension. You press a hand over his and look down at him just as he looks up at you with big sad eyes. 

Gosh. 

“Come here,” you whisper, tilting your head. He climbs into your lap, head resting against your shoulder, face turning towards your chest. Letting your fingers stroke slowly through the front of his soft hair, you rock a little with him, even though it’s awkward and a bit uncomfortable, his legs long enough that they span onto the next waiting room chair. 

“Y/N?” he says in a tiny voice, prompting you to look down at him curled up in your arms. 

“Mm?”

“I love you,” he mumbles.

You still for just a moment, your heart skipping a beat, then you recover, continuing to gently rock. Suddenly, your eyes are blurry. You lift your head, trying to blink the hot tears away to refocus on the tv screen in your section of the waiting room, but it doesn’t really work. “I, uh…” It comes out frustratingly shaky. You suck in a breath. “Love you too, kiddo.”

And you do. 

You, like, really do. 

-

Mingyu shows up barely fifteen minutes later, barrelling through the automatic doors and scanning the room frantically until he spots you and practically jogs over, skirting around people to get to where you’re standing. 

The nurse has just called for you, giving you a room number to go into to wait for the doctor. 

“Hi,” he greets you quickly, out of breath, before kneeling down in front of Marco, one hand gently reaching for his chin while the other brushes back his hair, feeling along the round of his head. “Where–?”

“The back,” you say quickly, placing your own fingers gently where he’d collided with the floor, finding the bump for yourself before letting Mingyu feel. 

“Hey buddy. How do you feel?” he asks, softer and more high-pitched.

“Head hurts,” Marco says with a little pout. He’s tired, sad, not himself. But you haven’t noticed anything else, nothing that would tell you there’s significant injury. You're definitely less worried now that you've had a bit of time to calm yourself too.

“He’ll be alright, Gyu. A little shaken up but...” you say, every instinct inside of you screaming for you to comfort him.

He looks up at you with eyes full of worry, but doesn’t say anything. Just refocuses on Marco, pulls him in, swiftly stands up with the boy still in his arms.

“Here, they just called his name.” You lead them to room 2 as you explain further, “It’s the daycare’s protocol for us to bring them in for head injuries. But we think it'll be fine.”

“It wasn’t that bad?” Mingyu asks once the three of you are inside, door closed. He turns to look at you, still holding Marco tightly against him, whose cheek rests comfortably onto his dad’s shoulder.

“Other than being in pain and a little upset, he's been totally normal," you offer. “Ashley and I both agreed that it’s probably just a hard bump but best to bring him in just to be sure.”

You want to pull Mingyu into a hug very much. Hold him even. Something comforting. Something loving. But you stop yourself. It’s not the time to confuse you both even more. 

The doctor comes within a few minutes, and after an initial chat and examination, the three of you are left alone again. The doctor too doesn’t seem very worried, putting both of you significantly more at ease, but she agrees that it's best to make sure everything is good when it comes to such a young child. 

You feel stuck. You want to stay. However, you don’t want to intrude or overstay.

After a minute of debating internally then another minute of watching Marco and his dad talk, you stand from your chair, leaving his sweater and little backpack in the seat. “Um, I should probably get back,” you say, stepping a little closer.

They both look up at you. Twins. 

“Oh, right, ok. Um– … Well, thank you.” He gives you the smallest smile, one that’s weighed down with all his concern and all the complication between the two of you. 

You return it as best you can. “Can you… Do you mind texting me when you guys leave? Let me know how it goes?” you ask, hopeful that he won’t think it’s too much. As much as you’re confident Marco is ok, you feel it necessary to know for sure once they have more information. 

Mingyu nods, seemingly a little surprised by the request. “Yeah– yeah, of course.”

“Thanks,” you say, smiling a little more, then you switch your attention to Marco, bending down to be closer to his level and giving his calf a squeeze. Scrunching up your face, you tell him, “I have to go back to the daycare. But your dad’s here and he’s got you now, ok?” He nods. Your hand moves to the top of his head, giving the slightest ruffle to his strands. “I’ll see you soon, bud.”

You stand and turn to go, and Mingyu catches your wrist.  

“Seriously. Thank you,” he emphasizes with a little nod before releasing you.

“Of course.”

-

By the time you get back, there’s only an hour left of the school day. You’re putting up the morning’s artwork on one of the art walls, lost in your mind, when Ashley comes over.

“Once one more goes, you can leave. We’re already down to nine.”

“Me? It’s ok, Ash. You can go.”

“You’ve had a long day. I don’t mind,” she says casually, opening up the attendance binder next to you to write in the time of departure for the kid that just got picked up. 

“Aw.” You look over at her and smile. “Thanks.”

“Did you see Marco’s?” she asks, pointing her pen at the pile of artwork you’ve yet to hang up.

You examine the wall, looking at the names of the ones already up. “Mm, not yet.”

“Look at it.”

You sort through the pile, pulling out the one with his name. The theme for the week is family. A stick figure for Marco. A stick figure for Daddy. A stick figure for Mommy. Grandma. Grandpa. Auntie. 

And on the other side of Daddy: Teacher.

You stare at it.

“I’m guessing that’s you because it doesn’t look like me or Jen,” Ashley says through a chuckle.

The pricking in your eyes comes back. You breathe out a laugh in disbelief. “He told you to write ‘Teacher’?” you confirm, trying to keep your voice steady, neutral. 

“Yeah. It’s so cute,” she says fondly, not even looking over from where she’s watching the kids that are still there as they play. 

You look at it again, feeling all light and floaty underneath the desire to cry once more, because you can’t even process how you feel.

God, you love him so much. You just want to protect him, and take care of him, and be around him all the time. 

You kind of wish he was yours. 

The thought of not being around him anymore when he goes off to kindergarten in two weeks fucking hurts. And the thought of not seeing Mingyu anymore…

Holy shit – what are you doing? 

You love him. You love them. Both of them. Already. 

You’re already doing it! All the stuff you’re terrified of! There’s no point in trying to stop this because you are already way way too far gone. 

You stare at the drawing – until you’re smiling like an idiot, heart racing away once more – before setting it aside from the pile.

You need to see Mingyu.

-

MG: He’s all good! They did a scan to make sure and everything looks fine MG: Thank you for being with him YN: Oh good! Are you guys home now? MG: Yep, just got home

You don’t reply. You don’t want to say anything over text. No, you wait a little bit, just until you’re sure Mingyu has put Marco down to bed. Then you get in your car.

You’re practically shaking as you step onto the driveway, plastic bag with two pints of ice cream in hand. As much as you’ve had time to think about what you might want to say, your brain is still the biggest jumble ever. 

It’s not that you’re not scared now. You are. But Mingyu feels about as safe as anyone could feel. If there’s anyone’s intentions you can trust, it’s him. If there’s anyone who wants something as solid and unabating as you, it's him. 

So, you’re incredibly nervous – and it’s not because you think he’s going to react badly. No, it’s because you feel like he’s going to react well. And you’re not sure you’re totally prepared for what comes after that. You just want it to be perfect. 

It takes him a minute to answer the door after you knock, pulling it open slowly until you have the blessed view of half a naked chest, just a silver chain around his neck, and a grey sweatpant-covered leg. And his beautiful face, of course, which is looking at you now in heavy confusion and surprise. “Y/N?”

“Hi,” you say, suddenly shy, feeling like you’ve had the wind knocked out of you by how extremely gorgeous he looks. “Um…” You hum, feeling yourself flushing as words escape you completely. “Sorry… I wasn’t… No, I–”

He smiles a little, his eyebrows bunching together. 

“I have ice cream?” is what you manage, holding the bag up a little to show him.

“Uh, ok,” he says, letting out an awkward little laugh.

“Was hoping I could come in and…” You gulp. “Have a chat maybe?”

He blinks a few times, mouth opening to speak but it takes a second for anything to come out. “I don’t…” A breath. “Y/N, please don’t make this any harder for me than it already is,” he says, letting his head droop and his voice deflate a bit. 

“No–” you say quietly, stepping closer to the door. “I’m not trying to…”

“I feel like space is probably best,” he tells you, so clearly trying to be gentle.

“Hold on, I… I need to show you something,” you say, reaching into the plastic bag to pull out Marco’s artwork and pass it to him. “He drew this today.”

He’s still watching you, hesitant, for a moment before he looks down at the sheet of construction paper in his hands. His eyes scan the page, then he looks up at you with even rounder eyes. 

“I want this,” you admit with a little hopeful nod. Your heart is hammering as soon as you say it out loud.

His eyes dart down to the picture and back up to your face, the corners of his mouth twitching up. “What?”

“You and me and him.” 

He breathes into a tiny smile, still looking a little stunned. “Are you serious? Like for real?”

“Yeah,” you giggle, unable to handle his cuteness. “If you want it.”

“‘If I want it’?” he echoes in amusement. “The fuck are you talking about ‘if I want it’?” he teases, shooting you a look. He pulls the door open farther, reaching for your wrist, giving you a delicious smile. “Are you coming in or not?”

You laugh, and practically bounce inside. You’ve barely kicked off your shoes, the ice cream and drawing safe on the entrance table, before he’s pulling you to him, wrapping around you, a hand on the back of your head to guide your mouth to his.

"Oh my god," he hums against your lips, not bothering to stop kissing you to express his elation.

He’s so hot and smooth, naked from the waist up, your hands trailing over the bare skin of his broad back. You go into sensory overload immediately, unable to think straight with the way his lips are moving against yours, tireless, needy. 

He groans and, very quickly, you’re against the front door, his body pressing to yours much more forcefully than the last time. He’s so fucking big and heavy, a solid thigh pinning hard between your legs, placing pressure on your core. 

You moan his name into his mouth. For months, you have wanted him like this, day-dreamed about him an embarrassing amount. Now, he’s grinding languidly against you, in sync with the swell and fall of the kiss, making your stomach tighten.

“Shh–shh,” he sounds through a sexy little chuckle, pulling back just far enough to rest his forehead against yours. Then he whispers, “Gotta be quiet.”

You let out a tiny noise of frustration, your thighs tightening around his. “Ah, I just…” you breathe, feeling too dazed to think properly. Of course; Marco is upstairs. You guys can’t just go crazy down here. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

The words, his voice, the way he’s grazing over your body, back to waist to hips, holding you tighter. It all makes you tingle. “You feel so good,” you tell him, immediately embarrassed by how fucking gone you sound. You’ve barely done anything and you’re already soaked and desperate for him. 

“Can make you feel a lot better than this,” he plays, rolling his hips again. 

You try to muffle your sounds, selfishly using his lips, but it’s not enough when you can now so clearly feel his cock, hard under his sweats, pressing between your legs. 

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily. “If you want to. Don’t want to rush you.”

You shake your head emphatically, hands gripping hard to his huge arms. “Can we?” You’re genuinely asking. You’ve never been in this position before, with a kid just upstairs. 

He pulls his head back a bit, smiling, a brightness in his eyes. “Why are you so fucking cute?” 

A different kind of heat surges through you, and you smile, looking away, bashful. “Stop,” you whisper.

“I don’t want to stop. You’re so fucking adorable, getting all flustered for me,” he teases, tilting his head to try and capture your gaze. “You gonna be this cute when I’m fucking you?”

The words drop straight to your core, your walls clenching, wetness seeping into your panties. You blink at him, tongue-tied, swallowing down the embarrassing amount of saliva that keeps accumulating. Your heart is still pumping so loud. “Maybe,” you say quietly, mesmerized by the way he bites his lip, the way his eyebrow quirks up a bit.

“Come,” he says, starting to walk backwards, catching both your hands in his until you’re following after him down the hall away from the stairs, eyes still locked on his pretty brown ones. 

“Down here?” you ask shyly as he brings you into the living area, backing up until his calves are meeting the familiar couch.

“Just wanna cuddle,” he says with a teasing smile. “Got a problem?” 

Wait, are you having sex or not? You shake your head, suddenly so nervous. But that’s quickly squashed when he sits, pulling you down on top of him by your hips until you're straddling his thick thighs. Right away, you’re grinding down on him, your hands on either side of his pretty neck as he kisses you deeply. 

“Mm, these are… nice cuddles,” you joke against his lips, feeling the way they turn up into a smile. 

“I’m a good cuddler.”

Your hips swirl over his groin, and you wish you could make your pants disappear. His too. It’s not enough like this, even though you can feel how hard he is – there’s too much in the way. And his hands… They’re skimming over you, your thighs and hips, up to your waist, circling it. But that’s it. Not even dipping under your shirt. Fuck, you need more.

You pull back from his lips, finding them reddened, his hair dishevelled, eyes lust-drunk. “You’re teasing me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m waiting until I’m sure Marco’s fully passed out,” he admits with a smile, head tilted back all sexy against the back of the couch. “I only just put him down right before you came knocking on my door. Saying the best things.”

“Oh,” you say, breathing into a little laugh. 

He blinks at you, expression softening into something so sweet, his hands squeezing your sides gently. “So, can you wait just a little longer? For me?”

You nod, suddenly all giddy, butterflies erupting in your stomach at how gorgeous he is, and how kindly he looks at you, and how unbelievably obsessed you are with him. Your fingers dance over his shoulders, his collarbones, admiring how pretty he is, his gorgeous tan skin, the curves of his solid muscles, the broad thickness of his entire upper body. 

“Like what you see?” he teases, low and breathy. 

“Mhm,” you hum as you find his lips again, letting your tongue brush against his, your fingers curling in his hair as your body, once again, starts to move all on its own. There’s a slippery mess under your layers that’s only getting worse with each low sound he lets out. You would literally pay money to keep hearing him. 

You would certainly get on your knees for him. 

“What if–” you ask between kisses. “I sucked you off?” His grip tightens around your waist, his jaw going a little slack as you suck a little on his bottom lip. “Would that be quiet enough?”

He lets out a little whimper-y groan, head pushing back with his eyes closed. “Y/N,” he whines, nearly all traces of his smugness from a minute ago now gone. Fuck, you like how needy he sounds.

Your hands slip down the front of him, scratching lightly over his chest to his tummy where faint abs become a little more distinct as he contracts them. “Hm?”

“You want to?” he asks, like he actually needs clarification from you, but you just wet your lips and nod. “Fuck,” he sighs out quietly, bringing a hand up to your face so he can brush his thumb over where you just licked, pulling a little at your bottom lip.

After a few seconds, you tilt your head forward slightly, catching the tip of his thumb between your teeth and lightly biting down, keeping your eyes on his gorgeous face. He winces, but it’s evidently not in pain.

Finally, he acquiesces with a nod, adjusting his jaw. He pulls his hand away as you shift backwards, slipping off of him onto the floor between his legs as he spreads them a little wider for you. 

You’ve felt him under you, but until now, you haven’t seen him, so the long thick outline of his cock under his sweatpants makes your breath literally catch in your throat. Your heartbeat pounds from your chest down into your stomach. Shit, he looks really big. 

He spans his arms along the back of the couch, able to reach across so much of it. Oh, right – all of him is big. And like this, he kind of looks like an asshole. Like a fuckboy, ready to have you do all the work. Except he’s not an asshole, not at all, and the way he’s watching you, with desperate eyes, and parted lips… It’s easy to see that you have all the power in this moment. Which is pretty fun. 

You lean over him, ignoring his pants and what’s in them for right now, to reach his tummy, peppering kisses over his abs and his faint treasure trail until you reach his waistband. All you can hear is the quiet humming of the house and his breath as it picks up or catches. 

“Gyu,” you whisper as you tug them down, getting an even better view of what you’re working with once he’s only hidden by his boxers. “This is kind of terrifying.”

He lets out a faint laugh, tinged with his desperation and anticipation. “Don’t say that.”

“Just being honest,” you mumble cutely as you reach for the band of his boxers next, pulling them down and over his cock until they’re also at his ankles. You just look up at him, tilting your head and pressing your lips together in a tiny smirk. 

He smiles wide, but you can see how jittery he is and how his chest is still rising and falling clearly with each breath. 

Keeping your smirk, you lean in, shaking your head a little to tease before you press a kiss to his inner thigh. 

“Y/N,” he breathes. “You’re teasing me now.”

As you glide your palms up his warm thighs, you press another, a little higher, your nose almost grazing the underside of his shaft. “Just trying to figure out how the fuck I’m supposed to fit this in my mouth. Or anywhere,” you say quietly, softly, even with how dirty your words are. 

“Stop being cute,” he sighs, and you glance up to see his head tilted back.

“I’m not being cute,” you contend, unsure where he could possibly be getting that from, and place another kiss, letting your tongue flick out. 

“A little.” He whimpers again, his cock jumping where it stands, pointing up towards his abdomen. 

You’re already literally drooling, perfect for when you finally press a wet open-mouthed kiss at the thick base of his cock. 

A breath rushes out of him, and you flip your gaze up to meet his eyes just as you lick along his length, taking it gingerly in your hand to hold it in place for when you wrap your lips around the tip. You can taste the pre-cum, more of it having beaded out since you pulled down his boxers. 

His eyelids flutter, his arms tense and relax, but he keeps watching you, lips parted, as you make your way along his shaft, leaving it all shiny with spit, quiet hums and groans spilling from him whenever you brush your tongue over the right spot or suck a little harder. 

He’s right though – you are teasing a bit. He just sounds so good, looks so fucking sexy when his face contorts in slight frustration when you don’t yet take him fully into your mouth. You’re kind of curious how long it’ll take for him to guide you onto it. Or beg a little. 

Either way, he’s not getting very far down your throat; you’re pretty sure about that. As much as you wish you could manage it for him.

“Baby,” he breathes, and you seem to notice at the same time as him that that’s the first time he’s called you that, his eyes widening just a little. It makes you warm and fuzzy, a little smile pressing onto your face. 

“Uh-huh?” Moving to suck gently at his balls, you pump your hand over him, using all that drool to your advantage. 

His back arches a little, arm moving so he can thread his fingers into your hair. “Shit, I’m gonna come too soon if you keep doing that.”

That’s not what you were expecting to hear. From a handjob? Fuck, he’s so hot. 

“You can come,” you permiss softly, leaving out any air of authority. 

“But I wanna feel you,” he moans but he’s still gripping into your hair, eyes scrunching closed. 

“Which… do you want more?” you ask through a tiny smirk before opening your mouth a little wider, flicking your tongue a little harder.

“Fuck, I– …” He chokes out a breathy little laugh, pulling your head back an inch, trying to compose himself for a moment. You bite your lip, slowing your hand. “Wh– what do you like? Do you want me to tell you what you’re gonna do?”

You’ve never been asked so outright before, and it’s really cute. “If you want to boss me around, be my guest.”

His free hand catches your wrist to still you, and he smiles, still catching his breath. “Up.”

-

“Not worried anymore?” you ask him in whisper as you trail behind him, your hand in his, towards his bedroom. A room you’ve never even seen inside before. 

“I think we’re good,” Mingyu says distractedly, slipping inside with you and shutting the door quietly behind him. He pulls you to him by the back of the neck, not that you’re resisting in any way, shape or form, immediately meshing against him at the tiniest use of force. “On the bed,” he purrs, letting go of you to shuffle his bottoms back down, stepping fully out of them. 

You listen, reaching for the buttons of your pants as you step back from him, then letting them drop to the floor. Your top comes off just as easily, and then you're climbing onto the large bed, immediately being flipped around by strong arms until you’re caged under him, his lips latching onto your neck. 

He kisses down you slowly, his hands expertly popping your bra open and slinking it off before slipping down your panties until they’re abandoned god knows where as well. Every kiss feels so hot and sumptuous, almost ticklish, like you're extra sensitive to his touch that you’ve only been able to fantasize about. 

It has you squirming, breath catching and shaky, even when he’s just kissing your tummy or nipping at your shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you moan so quietly, full body arching into his mouth as it ghosts over one of your breasts teasingly, warm breath making you ache.

Just as he places a toe-curling suctioned kiss to your nipple, he dips a hand between your legs. 

“Oh… my… god,” he groans, abandoning his previous focus on your chest to look up at you completely drunkenly.

“What?” you whine, already knowing what he’s about to say because you can feel yourself soaking his fingers as he traces them over your folds. You’re as close to dripping as one can be. 

“All this for me?”

You whap his shoulder and groan, squeezing your eyes shut in mild embarrassment, earning a sexy little chuckle. 

“Shh… You were all worried about taking me. Don’t think you have to be that worried,” he says smugly, returning his wet lips to your nipple. 

“Oh, shut up,” you breathe as your hips roll against his hand, little jolts running through you each time his fingertips brush over your clit or he sucks harder with those perfect pink lips.

“Mmm. So cute, baby,” he teases. But then he sounds a little more serious – hopeful too – when he lifts enough to look into your eyes and asks for real: “Are you my baby?”

You smile softly and nod, pulling him into a hot kiss – enthusiastically returned – before speaking it against his mouth: “I am.”

There’s something else you want to say. It keeps playing in your mind. But you’re not sure you can be the first one to say it. It doesn’t matter though because he’s kissing you deeper, pressing you into the pillow as his fingers explore a little more, teasing at your entrance, finding even more wetness that just makes him groan and grind unconsciously against your thigh. 

He’s so needy too, so hard, a bit of pre-cum dripping off the tip – you can feel the wetness of it getting smeared on your hip. So at least, you know you’re not the only one past gone right now. 

Slowly, he sinks a thick finger in, crooking it just right. Your walls grip him but you’re so turned on that he slides it out and back in so easily, moaning something unintelligible into your mouth. 

You pull him back by his hair, wanting to hear him, and smile when the tug just makes him groan and curse some more. Your lips move to his jaw, your hips lifting as if to get more of him. You barely get the word out in a quiet plea before he’s pushing in with a second finger, stretching you open. 

It’s been a fucking while since you’ve been with anyone. But you literally cannot remember it feeling this good. “Fuck,” you sigh, letting the pleasure ripple over you. His fingers are slow, caressing against your front wall with a ridiculous little squelch every time he pushes all the way in. 

“Goddamn, I can’t wait to feel you. Been thinking about it for too long,” he mutters as he presses his palm against your clit, grinding it against you perfectly with each thrust of his fingers. 

“Oh my god, me too,” you breathe, any filter you once had long gone. “Can you fuck me please? Please, please, please,” you whisper, clenching around his fingers as if to add to your begging. 

“You sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he whispers back after a gratuitous moan.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you say with a nod. You’re so insanely sure. You need him in you now. “Please.”

“It’s really hard to say no to you. Do you know that?” He presses up on a palm to hover over you, giving you the full delicious view of his built arms, wide shoulders, filled out chest, chain dangling down. Fuuuuck. You want to lick him everywhere. 

You nod, biting your lip through a smile. 

He thrusts his fingers in a little harder, a little faster, making you gasp, head tipping back, fingers crumpling the sheets. 

“God,” you whine, arched up to him. 

He takes advantage, dipping his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. 

“Gyu–”

“Sure you don’t want to come first?”

It’s tempting. Very tempting. But something inside of you is yearning for him. It might be that word you’re scared to say. You breathe hard, trying to formulate a sentence as his fingers hit so good. “Want you inside. Please,” you finally gasp out, only able to relax your body when he slows and slips his fingers out of your pussy straight into his mouth. 

“Mmm, fuck. Taste so fucking good, baby,” he groans, finally finding his place between your legs, which immediately part for him, your hand reaching down to loosely take hold of his cock and guide it to your entrance. You’re impatient now, desperate to be filled by him. 

He traps your lips, tasting mildly of you, a gentle hand cupping your jaw, brushing over your cheek. “I should, uh, probably put on a condom right?” he pants when he pulls away, holding his hips back enough even as you lift yours, trying to connect your bodies. 

“Oh, uh…” Protection had not crossed your mind for even a second. Wow, you really are losing your mind over him. “I mean, I’m, like, clean–” you clarify, staring up at him. 

Is that too much? Is that too far? Suggesting that the two of you just fuck raw from the get-go? You’re a little too horny; you want him a little too much. All of him. 

“I mean… me too–” He frowns a little but it’s still one of pleasure and you realize you're still touching him, absentmindedly running your hand along his dripping shaft, but you don’t really want to stop. He goes to say something then visibly swallows instead.

“A-and on birth control,” you get out a second later, realizing that also needs clarification. It’s not like he’d already know that about you, even though you’ve been on it for years. 

He lets out a nervous little chuckle. “R-right,” he breathes. “That’s… important.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle with him, worried that you’ve freaked him out or something.

But then he says: “You almost had me there.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Just me being stupid,” he says bashfully, shifting his weight back onto his heels, and letting his hands drift down your body to your thighs. 

You’re torn between asking what he means and dissolving into a puddle because he’s replaced your grip on his cock with his own and is teasing the dark head over your folds, flicking it over your slippery clit to make your hips twitch. 

He dips in just barely, enough for you to feel how girthy he is against your walls. 

You can’t help the mewl that comes out of you, your legs closing a little at the thick intrusion. But it’s just an automatic response because the size isn’t bothering you yet. Rather, the stretch feels overwhelming in the best way, filling you up little by little as he carefully sinks in.

When he pulls back a bit, cursing, you can see the sheen of your arousal coating the end of his cock. “You feel… so… fucking… good,” he moans, taking a second to watch for himself as he pushes back in before leaning forward to be able to kiss the soft skin between your breasts. 

“Mmh, so do you—” You wrap your arms around him, feeling the heat radiating off of him. “More, Gyu. Please, I can take it,” you whisper, nails raking up his back before settling in his hair.

“You can take it?” he huffs, looking up at you and giving your hard nipple another flick of his tongue. “Fuck, baby.” With that he’s pushing in more, pulling a gasped moan from you. His hand finds its way to your neck but he doesn’t hold any tension in it, just rests it there like a necklace. “You can take it, goddamn…”

“Ah– ahh– I like it. It’s so good, so good–” you babble, now really starting to feel your walls pulsing around him, the first glimmer of an orgasm already starting just at how full you are of him. “Fuck, I love your cock.”

“And I love your dirty mouth, oh my god,” he groans, giving you another slow thrust until he’s sunk all the way, your tight wetness moulding to him.

“Shit, it’s so much.”

Immediately, he pulls back an inch, watching you closely, thumb grazing soothingly back and forth on the side of your neck. “Ok?”

You moan and wrap your legs around him, pulling him back down until you can feel his tip pressing against your cervix. It’s mildly uncomfortable at first but, for some reason, you don’t mind. You just want all of him. You just want to be able to take every inch and let him feel it and be so good for him. 

He grunts as his groin presses flat to you, clearly not having expected the assistance, then you’re pulling him into a kiss, hips waving a little so you can feel his cock shift inside you while you keep him as deep as possible, just grinding him into you. “God, fuck,” he chokes, breaking the kiss as if he’s totally run out of air. “Being so fucking good for me. Taking me so well…”

You look at him with heavy-lidded eyes, moaning again when he tightens his hand a little around your throat. 

“You like being filled up, baby? I’ll fill you up whenever you want, ok?”

Oh shit, you absolutely cannot handle him talking like that, all breathless and confident. 

“I do,” you sigh, your eyes rolling back into your head as he finally starts to move a couple inches, fucking into you deeply with short thrusts.

“Yeah? You like it nice and deep? Feeling me all the way up here?” As he says it, he switches his weight, slipping a hand down to flatten on your lower tummy. 

All of it makes you gasp and squirm. He is so deep, when you tighten around him, you can feel him all the way up – so full. And the grip he has on you is just sinking you farther into submission, ready to receive, ready to do whatever he wants. 

“Want me to come for you nice and deep too?” he asks, voice so low and soft, it’s like he can barely get it out, like the words make him as crazy as they make you. 

The sound you make isn’t words but it is obvious confirmation of how much you want it. The sensation, the slick drag inside you, is so much, you can feel your high floating within reach. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he whispers, pulling out a little more before sinking back in, nudging that soft spot inside of you as he goes. The hand on your tummy slides down further to brush over your clit.

“Mmh!” Your head is tilting back, the rest of your body moving unconsciously with his touches. It’s so much. It’s so so much. You wanna die, it feels so good. 

He rubs harder, fingertips moving in slippery circles. “So fucking tight around me, Jesus–”

“Gyu–” you moan but it barely comes out because he’s fucking you faster, all the build-up paying off as the sudden intensity sends you crashing into your orgasm, back arching almost painfully as you cry out. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck–” 

He carries you through it, loosening the hold on your throat but maintaining his consistent thrusts until your balling in on yourself, thighs closing around him, hands reaching for his neck to pull him down to you. 

Your messy muffled moans slow, lips turning up when he pulls from the kiss and smiles affectionately down at you. So damn gorgeous that you still can’t believe that he’s the one that just made you come. 

His chest is heaving too, his gaze trailing from your face to your neck where he’s caressing much more lightly now, letting his fingers slowly trace down over your collarbone. 

You tug him closer again, prompting him to switch onto his elbows, nice and close as you wrap around him with your whole body.

“I’m so fucking happy right now,” he says into your ear before kissing right next to it. 

A quiet giggle bubbles out of you. “You haven’t even come yet.”

“Oh, I’m not worried,” he plays back, still focused on the kisses he’s placing down your jaw.

Turning your head away, you let out a sighed little moan, feeling your body still throbbing around him juxtaposed against the soft sensual brushes of his lips. They don’t stay soft for very long, turning to hot licks and sucks once he reaches your neck, making you whine and shiver, fingers lacing in his hair.

“Fuck, you’re insane,” you breathe.

“Why?” he asks curiously, licking at your nipple before he takes as much of your breast in his mouth as he can and hums a moan at the way you clench around him. 

“Just– ahhh… Just feel so good. Touch me so good.”

“Mm, good, baby,” he says, looking mighty pleased with himself as he squeezes your breasts in his huge hands, giving the nipple a little pinch. “Can I keep going?”

You clench again unconsciously; he’s rock hard, still raring to go. And you can see it now when he looks at you, the desperation, the neediness in the question.

“Please do,” you say with a nod. 

“Can I flip you over?”

You let out a soft little laugh, holding his face in your hands, feeling the desire to squish his cheeks with how damn sweet he is. “So polite.”

“You said I could boss you around,” he reminds, planting a quick kiss on you before he’s lifting away and sitting back on his knees. “Didn’t say I could throw you around.”

“Well, consider this permission,” you say as you roll carefully to one side so you can switch onto your elbows and knees. 

As soon as you do, he’s maneuvering you, closing your legs and flattening you down on the mattress so he can straddle you. 

“Oh,” you breathe, intrigued by the feeling of his thick thighs hugging the back of yours. “This where you want me?”

“It’s where I put you, isn’t it?” 

“So sassy now,” you tease through a grin, trying your best to look up at him over your shoulder. He’s got his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, and you can feel his cock resting heavy against your ass, wetting your cheeks with your own arousal as he rolls his hips forward a few slow times. 

“Just a little,” he murmurs, focused more on teasing the head of his cock at your entrance every time it dips down between your legs. But really, he’s teasing himself at this point, letting out a quiet groan every time it breaches. 

You try to push your hips up a bit – the angle currently seems impossible. How is he going to get all of that in you with your legs nearly closed? 

Finally, he presses in, shifting so he’s suspended on palms placed by your waist, fucking his cock down into you, spreading your walls. He feels fucking massive. 

“Oh my god,” you groan, pressing your forehead into the bed, hands fisting into sheets.

He doesn’t go as slow now, sinking into you a little harder, a little faster each time, slick sounds of wet skin against skin all you can hear over his breaths and pretty moans. “Feels good like that?”

“So fucking good,” you manage to get out with a nod. “Fuck, unhh–”

When he moans again, it’s more like a whimper, his words coming out shaky: “Baby, you’re squeezing me so tight…” He’s hitting into you harder, the pounding reverberating into your clit from inside. 

You’re so full of him, it’s overwhelming, your body tensing more, lower tummy tingling – you couldn’t stop your climax if you tried. 

He doesn’t let up even a bit, pounding down into you.

“Gyu, I’m–”

“Shit, I’m gonna come.” One hand finds your shoulder for leverage, his hips moving faster. “Can I–”

“Yes, fuck–” is the last thing that comes out of your mouth before you’re clamping down on him and sailing over the edge, face buried into the sheets to try and contain your euphoric moans. 

Mingyu tries to hold on but within a few more seconds, he’s letting out a strained groan as he releases, following through on his promise to come nice and deep by pushing in all the way, stuffing you full of him as you writhe, trapped underneath. He’s moaning more, muffling it with the back of your shoulder as he leans down, lazier thrusts helping both of you ride out your highs. 

“Mmm,” you hum, voice cracking a little as you finally go limp. A hand is placed over yours, fingers interlocking, then the other one too, more kisses being pressed against your back. 

“So fucking good,” he mumbles against your skin before slowly lifting up, shifting his weight around so he can gently withdraw from you. “Don’t wanna crush you.”

You let out the softest giggle before sighing. “Holy shit…”

Instead of rolling off you, he hovers over top, kissing down your spine, apparently completely unfazed by the slight dewiness of your skin. You just relax as your body comes down from the rush, enjoying the treatment, praying you won’t open your eyes to find this all a dream. 

His chest brushes over your ass then he lets out a little groan of satisfaction and lightly bites one of your cheeks. 

“What are you doing?” you breathe into a laugh.

“Appreciating.” He kisses where he bit then does the same on the other side, using his hands to give them a little wiggle and squeeze. 

“Mm, ok,” you say sleepily, smiling as you close your eyes and nuzzle into the bed. “I’ll just be here. Taking a nap.”

Another good squeeze and then he’s moving to lay beside you, shifting the mattress as he goes. You peek an eye open, seeing him facing you.

“Are you gonna… sleep over?” he asks with a surprising amount of innocence.

“Do you want me to?”

“So so so much.”

You lift up to kiss him, warm and slow and sweet. “What about, um… Marco though?” you ask quietly, remembering there’ll be someone else up early. 

“Hm,” he sounds, biting at his lip a little, then he looks right in your eyes. “I think he already understands that you’re special to me.”

Your smile is wide, heart skipping. You’re somehow still never expecting him to be as adorable as he is. “So, it’s ok… If he sees me here in the morning?”

“It’s ok, yeah,” he chuckles before immediately starting to shake his head. “I already know how excited he’s going to be. He was talking about you today after you left, asking why you had to go. Granted, I wasn’t really in the best place to be hearing about how much he loves you at that point, but…” 

You give him a little sympathetic look, but it’s still hard to hide your fond smile at the way he rolls his eyes the slightest bit. “I’m sorry.”

“Not necessary,” he says, scooting closer, wrapping a big warm arm around you so you’re squished to him. “Everything is good in the world now.”

“Oh really?” you tease, rolling a bit so you can kiss his shoulder, finally able to do so just because you want to.

“Don’t you think?”

You nod, smiling against his skin.

-

“Fuck, you’re cute.”

You laugh in disbelief at how long his t-shirt and sweats are on you. “They’re a little big.”

He chuckles with you, stepping closer, tilting his head like you would at the most adorable puppy. “Sure… a little,” he agrees amusedly. “How tired are you?”

“I’m tired. But I don’t want to sleep.”

“Let’s go down. Have a snack,” he offers right away, slipping a hand into yours. 

He leads you downstairs, where the two of you quickly notice the plastic bag by the door, housing the ice cream that you had brought then forgotten about. Still, it doesn’t stop you; a minute later you’re curled up on the couch together with two spoons and a pint of half-melted mess being shared between you. 

“I’m sorry but you are not close enough.”

You laugh, hopping over onto his cushion until your leg is literally rested over his, your arm pressed against him. “Better?”

“Good enough for now.”

“Is this how it’s going to be?” you joke, raising your eyebrows at him.

“I’ll be better behaved around other people, I promise.”

“Ah, good call,” you say with a nod before scooping another bite into your mouth. 

“Do you even understand how hard it was not to cuddle you all the times you’ve been on this couch?” he asks. 

Your eyes widen at him, hurrying to swallow the cold in your throat before you say: “Uh, yes. What – you think I was just immune?”

He giggles, shaking his head. “I don’t think it was killing you like it was killing me.”

“Hey, I was ready to fully jump on you that night you kissed me.”

He smiles over at you as if remembering it vividly. “But you didn’t.”

You watch him for a moment, licking the sweetness off your lips. “I was trying to be good.”

He frowns a little. “You’re always good.”

“Yeah, well, I fell in love with you anyway so…” you say a bit flippantly, not really realizing what just came out of your mouth until you see his face brighten, his smile widening until his canines are poking out. You feel yourself flush, smiling nervously. “Uh…”

He leans in, abandoning his spoon in the ice cream container you’re holding so that he can catch your face in soft hands and guide your mouth to his. “I love you,” he says quietly, before correcting: “I’ve been loving you.”

“Yeah?” you say before kissing him again – you might be shaking a little. You had thought maybe you could see it in his eyes. Hearing it is way way better. 

“Mhm,” he hums into the kiss. “Since the beach.”

“The beach?” You pull back to look at him.

He nods, getting all cute, taking the ice cream from who, though he doesn’t actually eat any. “I mean, that’s when I, like… actually realized.”

Almost a month ago.

“This is gonna sound kind of silly but… Seeing you with him. Like, excited to talk to him and play with him… I don’t know how to explain it but it means a lot to me.”

You listen, letting your head rest against the back of the couch, unable to help your soft smile and that good good feeling in your chest.

“Like, someone loving my kid, the most important thing in my life, so genuinely. Without any… pressure or need to.” He shakes his head, clearly feeling a little silly, not even meeting your eyes. “I don’t know, something about that is kind of healing for me, I guess.”

By the time he’s finished his eyes are shiny. You see it even though he’s trying to blink it away, looking down with an embarrassed smile. 

“Ah, sorry, I don’t– I don’t know why this is happening,” he says through a chuckle, still blinking rapidly. He smiles wider, clearly trying to offset the tears and the slight quiver in his voice that the both of you heard.

You smile too, caressing his cheek gently before kissing him. 

Maybe he too needs his heart held softly.

-

“Hey, I have a question,” you say as you climb back onto the bed, still cozy in the huge clothes that smell like Mingyu.

“And what would that be?” He’s laying on his stomach, focused on his phone as he sets an alarm. 

Propped up on one elbow, you let a hand glide down his back side, settling on his ass. Mm. “What did you mean when… you said you were ‘just being stupid’?” There’s only really one thing that you can guess, and it feels entirely necessary to tease him about it. 

“Hm? … What do you mean?”

“You said something about being stupid.” You give his cheek a little squeeze, enjoying how round and squishy it is. Peach, indeed. “Right before we…”

He looks up from his phone, less distracted, but doesn’t answer. 

“We were talking about protection…?”

“Oh.” He lets out an awkward laugh. “Uh, I don’t know.” It’s light, like he’s trying to lie but not that hard. 

You lean into him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “What were you being stupid about?”

He stays quiet for a few seconds.

“Okaay, never mind,” you say through a little chuckle, shifting to lie down fully on the pillow. “You don’t have to tell me.”

He drops his phone onto the nightstand and rolls towards you, giving you a disgruntled pout. 

You kiss it, letting your fingers tangle together with his under the covers. “It’s fine, I’m just bugging.”

“It made me think about having a baby with you, ok?” he admits begrudgingly.

You smirk just a little, both happy with your teasing and giddy at the admission. 

“But I’m trying not to say shit like that so I don’t scare you away. I literally just got you.”

“You realize that’s not the scary part for me, right? The scary part is us not getting there. This falling apart. You… leaving.”

“Right,” he says softly, looking at you much more earnestly now. “Ok.” He slides a leg over yours, hauling you closer to him, sliding a thick arm under your neck to become your pillow. “Well, that’s not going to happen, so. On a scale of one to ten… how much does that idea freak you out?”

“Us having a baby together?”

“Yeah.”

“Like… one?” you say, smiling shyly at his surprised reaction, his eyes widening cartoonishly. “Don’t look at me like that! I want to be a mom… I always have!” you defend, shoving him slightly though he doesn’t even sway an inch. 

“Damn, one out of ten?” he continues to tease. “We literally just got together, Y/N.”

“Stop!” you shush him through your annoyed laughter, unable to help the embarrassment flooding you. You quickly let go of his hand to cover his mouth semi-aggressively with your palm, shutting him up. 

He just giggles, fighting to get your hand back in his and easily winning. Then he presses a warm kiss to your mouth instead, pacifying you almost instantaneously, both of you humming in satisfaction. 

“Ok.” He cuddles you back into him, head on his pillow-y chest and everything. You can hear the big smile in his voice as he says, “Very good to know.”

A/N: i truly did not expect the response to this that the first part got so i really hope this lives up to the hopes and expectations lol. as always, please let me know your thoughts! i think some of you love this couple as much as i do haha. thank you for reading!! :D

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