Home Is Where The Heart Is - Song Mingi

home is where the heart is - song mingi

Song Mingi x gender neutral!Reader

tags - fluff, minor angst, best friend!mingi, sleepovers

Word Count: 2.9k

taglist: @formidxble

It was never weird for you and Mingi to fall asleep together. You’d been friends since highschool and the weekly (sometimes even biweekly) sleepovers you had had slowly turned from sleeping on separate couches or in sleeping bags on the floor to squishing into each other’s beds to fall asleep with your shoulders pressed together. More often than not it was uncomfortable and ended up in aching muscles the next morning, but it was worth it to wake up next to your best friend, poking his cheek until he woke up with a groan.

Nothing much had changed since then.

Whenever you visited Mingi’s apartment, happily greeting the rest of the boys that you’d gotten to know since Mingi had started working with them, you fell asleep in his bed, knees resting against his as you talked about your respective lives. You didn’t live all that far - just two hours by car - but when Mingi’s schedule was so packed it felt impossible to find time to visit him. So when you did, you stayed overnight and told him all about what was going on with you: your job and all the gossip among your coworkers, how your family was doing and the new things you’d learned to bake or the plants you’d bought recently. Compared to Mingi’s life, they seemed like boring stories, but he was always eager to hear them.

Sometimes you brought him gifts - bracelets you’d made or necklaces you spotted that you thought would suit him. You knew that his style had changed over the past few years but your heart swelled knowing that he still wore the things you brought him. He did the same for you, and after three years of monthly visits the two of you had more matching friendship bracelets than you could count.

You’d never thought that love could endure for this long, but time and time again Mingi proved you wrong. Despite the romantic feelings you had for him, it was never painful to you that you were just friends, with no indication that you’d be anything more than that any time soon. You were just happy to have him in your life - not everybody could say they’d had the same best friend for seven years, after all.

“You really stayed there all night?” Mingi asked, impressed. You were both laying on your backs in his bed, occasionally tickling each other and yelling until one of the other boys asked you to be quiet, but right now you were telling him about how you and your friends had spent the night at a twenty-four-hour McDonald’s last week.

“Yeah! But the stupid thing is we ate too much when we first got there,” you explained very seriously, so immersed in making sure he understood the severity of the situation that you didn’t notice the way he was grinning at you, expression soft. “So we were so full that we couldn’t even eat anything from the breakfast menu! At least I had a strawberry banana smoothie… You should come next time.”

“Yeah, I’ll show you how to eat properly,” he said, nodding and picking up your hand, fiddling with your fingers. “I’d eat twenty chicken nuggets and still be able to eat from the breakfast menu!”

You laughed at him, both of you ignoring the fact that it was very unlikely he’d be able to join you on a trip like that. He just had to keep his fingers crossed for a longer break so he could finally visit your new apartment (you had all of his group’s posters up on your bedroom walls you’d told him, at which he blushed profusely) and see the plants that you’d jokingly named after his members, the names sticking after a while.

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, your shared playlist playing quietly in the background. You grabbed onto one of his fingers and shook his hand with a small smile, glancing at him to find his eyes drooping shut.

“Let’s sleep,” you told him, squeezing his finger and then letting go. “I’ll go change, don’t fall asleep before I get back.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi said between two yawns, stretching and getting up from his spot on the bed. “I’ll change too.”

He watched you leave the room, the clothes you’d brought to sleep in bundled up in your arms as you left to change. He sat back down on his bed, lazily changing into his own pyjamas. He sat there for a moment, rubbing his eyes. Your birthday was coming up next month but he knew that the way his schedule was looking he wouldn’t have time to do anything with you. He had taken you out for your birthday last year to your favourite boba tea shop and had paid for you both to get matching tattoos (small pairs of hands linking their pinkies on your hips), after which you’d hung out in a hotel, jumping around the small room and waving at passersby on the street below. It’d been perfect, really.

But the year before that he hadn’t had time to meet with you for your birthday - not during the week before or the week after - and while you understood and reassured him over and over that it was no big deal, when you both called on the night of your birthday, he could tell you were disappointed.

“I miss you,” he’d told you, sighing softly. You didn’t say anything but he was sure you were nodding on the other end. Suddenly there was a small sniffle from your end of the line and Mingi could feel his heart break in his chest. “But I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you’d said, voice unstable. “It’s weird growing up without you here.”

He chewed on his bottom lip now, wondering about your upcoming birthday. What could he do to make time for you? He was still mulling over the idea when you stepped back into his room, wearing a pair of sweatpants he’d bought you a few months ago. He grinned upon seeing them and shifted back into the bed, sighing softly as you turned off the light just to turn on the small lamp by his bed, climbing in beside him. You faced him in the dim lamplight, looking over the worried expression that had settled itself into his features.

“What’s up?” you asked, taking his hand in yours and rubbing circles into his palm with your thumbs.

“Nothing,” he replied almost automatically, taking a moment to consider his answer. “I don’t want to miss your birthday again.”

You stared for a moment before averting your gaze to look down at where your hands held onto his.

“You don’t have to worry if you do, Mingi. It’s your job, it’s not your fault,” you told him calmly. “There’s gonna be tons more birthdays in the future.”

“Exactly. And I wanna be there for every single one,” he told you firmly, pouting. With a quiet sigh, you wrapped an arm around him to pull him close, letting his head rest against your chest as you threaded your fingers through his hair. He made a small sound as though he was going to start speaking but then stopped, just shutting his eyes as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. Mingi wasn’t sure if you meant for him to hear the hushed words that left your lips but he listened intently anyway. “Any day we’re together is as special as my birthday.”

The next morning you left Mingi with a tight hug and a reassurance that he shouldn’t worry about your birthday, to which he nodded but looked no less worried. You hummed along to the radio on the drive back to your own apartment, the same melancholy feeling you always felt when leaving Mingi’s place settling in your chest. You were halfway back when tears began to well up in your eyes and you had to pull into a gas station to blink them away. You took the opportunity to go inside and get coffee and a protein bar, the taste of shitty gas station coffee having become familiar since you and Mingi had moved away from each other. When you finally felt recovered you got back into your car, only to sit there for another half hour as you thought about the last birthday you’d spent without Mingi.

The next month came far too quickly for Mingi. He called you everyday in the two weeks leading up to your birthday as it started to become painfully obvious that he wouldn’t have time to spend with you on the day. Three days before your birthday he couldn’t bring himself to call you, sending you only a few messages throughout the day to make sure you knew he wasn’t ignoring you.

Towards the end of the day, the inevitable message popped up on his screen.

hey are we doing anything for my birthday?

He stared at the notification, turning to look at Hongjoong who was sitting at the kitchen table. After a few moments of consideration he made his way over to him, fiddling with the friendship bracelet around his wrist.

“Do you think I can have the day off for Y/N’s birthday?” he asked, scared for a moment that he might’ve spoken too quietly for Hongjoong to hear him. Hongjoong turned to look at him, giving him a small shrug.

“It’s not really my choice,” he told Mingi with a sympathetic smile. “I don’t think they’ll let you, but you could ask our managers.”

Mingi stared and nodded, his vision suddenly blurring with tears as he puffed out his cheeks in a sigh.

“Mingi?” Hongjoong asked tentatively, reaching out a hand to take Mingi’s hand into his own. Mingi nodded quickly and sniffled, tilting his head upward. “Y’know, Y/N will understand.”

“I wish- it’s just that-”

Mingi stopped trying to talk then, embarrassed by the way his voice wavered with each word. He wanted to say that there shouldn’t be anything to have to understand - he should just be there with you. Hongjoong pulled Mingi down to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Mingi stayed quiet, eventually leaning forward to rest his arms and head on the table, crying while Hongjoong tried to reassure him that you wouldn’t be upset. The other boys joined them after a while, telling jokes to try and cheer Mingi up, which worked until he checked his phone again before heading to bed.

it’s okay if you don’t have time but can u let me know?

mingiiii

okay i have to sleep

call me tomorrow! i missed u today

okay okay gn <333

He sighed loudly, throwing his phone on the bed. There was no way he was missing your birthday again. But was there really anything he could do?

The morning of your birthday you woke up to a video of Mingi singing you happy birthday, followed by a video of him and all of the boys singing you happy birthday once again. The last video was him wishing you a good day, explaining his schedule to you with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Finally, he promised to call you as soon as he could, flashing an apologetic smile before the video ended. You smiled at the screen, sending him a voice message to thank him and tell him about the weird dream you’d had last night. Of course you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be seeing him but hearing his voice was better than nothing at all. You’d see him soon, you tried to console yourself.

Your day went by the way birthdays usually did - lunch with your parents, dinner and drinks with your friends and answering messages from everyone on social media. As the day came to a close you realised that Mingi had yet to call you. You sat in the front seat of your car, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel along to a song Mingi had sent you yesterday, bottom lip jutting out in a small pout even though nobody was around to see it. You’d been there for an hour now but couldn’t bring yourself to leave the car. A shiver ran through your body and you finally reasoned with yourself that it was probably time to go inside.

When you got inside the apartment, it set in that you really were getting older without Mingi by your side. You remembered joking with him in high school that you’d probably be the only one out of your friends to stay in your hometown once school was done. In the end you’d moved away too, albeit being the last one to do so. It felt like a joke at the time - it had truth behind it but it was a joke all the same. How could you ever get older without Mingi by your side?

You mumbled along to the song you’d been listening to earlier as you showered and changed into comfy clothes, crawling into bed with a soft sigh. Maybe he wasn’t done with practice yet, you told yourself. They finished late often, so you shouldn’t worry that he hadn’t called yet. After a while you picked up your phone to check that you hadn’t silenced your notifications, heart twinging as you realised just how late it was. You should just go to sleep, you’d talk to him-

Bzzzt.

The noise of your front doorbell made you jump as you scrambled to get out of bed. Your brows drew together as you turned on the light in the hall, leaning forward to check who was outside your door at fuck’o’clock of the morning.

“Y/N, it’s really cold out here, can you-”

You’d barely opened the door when you flung yourself at Mingi in a hug, knocking the breath out of his lungs. His arms easily wrapped around you, walking you back into the apartment so that he could shut the door, shuddering slightly from the cold.

“Happy birthday, sexy,” he joked, grinning when you pulled back to slap his shoulder. His heart fluttered in his chest at the sight of you. You were visibly tired but the smile on your face lit up your features, filling Mingi’s stomach with butterflies. He’d made the right decision coming. “Are you gonna give me a tour?”

“Can we sleep first?” you asked, rubbing your eyes. “I didn’t clean anything up.”

“Since when do you clean?” he teased, turning off the hall light and following you into your bedroom. He admired the walls in the lamplight, smiling at the sight of all the ATEEZ albums you’d bought, along with the photocards and posters you’d put up. He noticed that you had his postcard stuck on the wall beside your bed but didn’t say anything, instead watching the way you crawled into bed with a quiet yawn. Once you’d settled, he got in beside you, smiling at the contented expression on your face.

“Thank you for coming,” you told him, taking one of his hands into one of yours and squeezing gently. He nodded and sighed softly, his eyes travelling over your features as though he hadn’t already memorised them long ago.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re growing up alone,” he mumbled, squeezing your hand.

“I have you,” you told him matter-of-factly. He shook his head a little, pouting. “It’s true!”

He couldn’t seem to come up with anything to say back, instead opting to lace his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. He paused after a while, staring at your knuckles as though he might find some beauty mark or scar he’d never seen before. Just when you were about to tease him for it, he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. You were sure your heart would burst out of your chest then, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

“Home is where the heart is, right?” he asked, and even though his voice was barely above a whisper you heard him clearly, nodding in response to his question. He pressed another kiss to the back of your hand. “Then my home’s with you.”

You grinned, his eyes finally looking up to meet yours, a smile playing upon his lips at the sight of your own expression. You laughed a little.

“So cheesy,” you teased him, laying one of your legs over his.

“As if you don’t order pizza with cheese stuffed crust,” he retorted, earning another laugh from you. Mingi tried to swallow his nerves but decided after a moment that maybe they weren’t so bad. They were proof that you were here in front of him, solid and laughing and just as lovely as the first time you’d made his heart skip a beat. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you replied with no hesitation.

It was difficult to maintain the kiss with just how much you were both smiling, but somehow you managed, one of your hands coming up to play with the hair at the nape of Mingi’s neck. You finally parted from each other with a loud giggle, his lips meeting your cheek and forehead before he settled back down, smiling at you.

“Thank you for coming,” you told him again, squeezing his hand.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Just like all the other times you and Mingi slept in the same bed, you woke up with aching hips and red marks on your skin from having been in the same position all night. The only difference this time was that when you woke up, Mingi’s legs were still tangled with yours, his head tucked beneath your chin.

As always, the aches were worth waking up next to your best friend.

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