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local lover boy

✧ kim mingyu x f! reader

✧ summary: after you've had a long week of work, mingyu decides to help you wind down for the night.

✧ wc is approx 5.1k

✧ genre: fluff, romance; comfort. i like to think i'm funny so humor as well. nudity; mdni

✧ warnings/notes: soft! gyu, pet names (you: good girl, my girl, my beautiful girl, baby, princess)(for him: lover boy, gyu, puppy). mentions of sex but no actual act. exhaustion, anxiety, stress mentions. mingyu is absolutely in love with you <3 banter between a couple, teasing. mingyu (nonsexually) kneels and kisses your feet. nonsexual nudity. hints of mingyu being a househusband. mentions of marriage.

✧ based off of the video of him wiping off his makeup on live.

✧ maybe a series??? just with little stories abt him loving and comforting reader

Mingyu watched as you trekked through the apartment door, exhaustion pouring off of you. Your hair was no longer neatly done, instead hanging around your face. You had attempted to cover your exhaustion with makeup, Mingyu having watched you put it on that morning, but now it did practically nothing. 

You leaned against the entrance wall, using your hands to shove off of your shoe. Mingyu quickly crossed the room to reach you, going to his knees before you had a chance to take off the remaining shoe. 

Your face immediately softened when you looked at him. He felt his heart swell at that look, the way your eyes seemed to pour out love. You smiled at him, weakly, reaching out and placing your hand in his hair. “Hello, Gyu.”

Mingyu reached up, grabbing your hand. He pressed his lips to your fingers, wondering if you could sense the devotion in the act. “Hello, baby. Long day?”

A large sigh left you. It seemed odd, how such a heavy, great weight could exist in you, whom he always associated with the good things in life; flowers and clear skies, rainy days and long car drives with your hand in his. 

He guided your hand to his shoulder, his other hand running along your calf. You didn’t protest anymore when he did this, not after months of living together and Mingyu greeting you by moving to his knees. Sometimes it turned into something more; sometimes you put your hand in his hair and combed it through, pulling on the strands and barring his golden neck for your teeth. 

Tonight was different. 

You put your weight against him, letting Mingyu cup your calf and raise it. Gently, as if he was holding the world and not your foot, he guided your shoe off. Mingyu then hooked his finger into the hidden sock, sliding it around your heel and off. “Other foot.”

When he had both socks bundled in his fist, he finally stood. Mingyu hated how crazy your life had gotten in the past few weeks, a combination of familial issues and workplace problems. You soldiered through it as you did all things, keeping your gentle smile and kind gaze. But still, he wasn’t oblivious. 

Mingyu settled his free hand against your jaw, cradling it. Your makeup was heavy, foundation attempting to cover nights of little sleep and stress. He still could see through it, could see the bags and darkness that hung beneath your eyes, and his heart wept. 

You didn’t deserve it. If it was up to Mingyu, you would have an easy life free of stress and anxiety. The bags beneath your eyes would be nonexistent, and you’d spend your days reading those romance smut novels you tried to hide from him by using your tablet to read them. There’d be a pool, of course, and Mingyu would be able to feast his eyes on the sight of your body basking in the sun. 

But that wasn’t the reality the two of you lived in. 

Instead the winter sky casted short shadows, the grass long-dead. You had no time for reading due to the hectic schedule life was putting you through, and there was no pool. 

Mingyu sighed, tilting your head up towards him. You moved to the tips of your toes, angling your face in an attempt to make the reach easier for him. 

He pressed one quick, sweet kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut. Mingyu smiled. He could see the dark circles beneath your eyes, the acne that had begun to appear due to your stress. You were slouching, shoulders bent from exhaustion. 

You were beautiful. 

Mingyu pressed a long kiss to your lips. The smacking sounds of his lips against yours was immensely satisfying, and he couldn’t help but continue to seek them out. His other hand, still balled up with your socks, wrapped around you and pressed your body close to his. His mouth began working against yours, slowly, devotely devouring your mouth. Mingyu pressed his tongue against your lips, running it along the seam. 

With a little gasp you pulled away. Your chest heaved against his, eyes wide and looking up at Mingyu with such wonder and innocence that he couldn’t help but lean down and capture your lips again. 

“Gyu --” You tried, his mouth silencing you. You didn’t fight too hard to talk, but every single time he pulled away to reangle himself, his name was on the tip of your tongue. Eventually you managed to pull away, your hands on his biceps, forcing him back. You were grinning, a little laugh escaping your lips as your eyes sparkled at him. “Let a gal get through the door before you attack her, won’t you?”

He tried not to dwell on the feeling of your hands settled against his biceps, the feeling of your palms on his bare skin. He absolutely refused to look at your hands, to see how small they looked settled on his arms. 

Your lips were dark from his, and you looked thoroughly loved. 

Mingyu pressed forward, trying to press another kiss to your mouth. You laughed, shaking your head, and Mingyu couldn’t help but use his strength to break from your hold and smack another kiss on your lips. 

“Kim Mingyu!” You laughed, slapping your hand over your mouth. Your eyes sparkled as you looked at him, and even with the dark circles beneath your eyes, the pimple on your forehead, you were beautiful. 

“Forgive me, please,” Mingyu said, voice low. He pouted in an attempt to garner sympathy from you, his hands reaching out to settle on your hips. “Just got carried away at seeing my beautiful girl is all.”

You rolled your eyes, the smile on your lips never wavering. 

He sighed, loudly and dramatically. Mingyu placed a chaste kiss on your temple, squeezing your arm. “Fine. I guess I’ll let you actually inside of the apartment.”

“Thank you.” You stepped in, leaving your shoes on the ground behind you. Mingyu took your work bag, ignoring your protests. 

He liked this. He liked being able to take care of you physically. You were a strong, independent person; you knew how to stand on your own two feet; how to draw admiration of those around you. 

So there was something special about this for Mingyu. There was something special in him kneeling before you, taking your shoes and socks off, putting your bag in your office for you. It was special for him to make you supper, to press kisses to your cheek whenever you went to bed. 

You were wiggling out of your blazer when he returned from putting your bag in your office. You hadn’t noticed him yet. Mingyu watched, silent, as you rolled your shoulders. You stretched out your arms, soft sighs escaping you. 

Mingyu kicked the wall as he pushed off of it, alerting you to his presence. He grimaced, a soft little curse escaping his lips, hunching over and grabbing at his foot. 

You were at his side in an instant, cooing. “Aw, Gyu! Did you hurt yourself again?”

“The wall moved,” he explained, pouting up at you from where he was hunched over. 

You nodded, pouting with him. You ran your hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. “I’m sure it did, baby. Do you want me to kiss it better?”

Mingyu nodded. You got on your knees in front of him, joints popping. Your hands looked small even compared to his foot as you cradled his foot. “Stop getting my boyfriend hurt,” you admonished his foot, before you swooped down and pressed a kiss to the top of it. 

Mingyu felt as if his heart was lodged in his throat. “Uh. My leg hurts. I banged it against the wall too.”

Compliant, you pressed a kiss to his bare leg. 

“Here, too,” he said, tapping his right hand with his leg. “It got hurt when I tried to catch myself.”

You went to your feet, knees popping. Your hands reached out, palms up. Feeling somewhat like a princess, Mingyu set his hand in yours. Slowly, as if he was royalty, as if he was precious, you turned his hand. You bent over, and he could feel your warm breath against his palm before your lips pressed against it. 

“There,” you murmured, satisfied. 

Mingyu’s hand shot up to his cheek. “This hurts too.”

Finally you shot him a look, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief and mouth thinning. “I didn’t see you hit your head.”

“I didn’t hit my head,” Mingyu explained, “I hit my face.”

You looked at him for a second more before sighing. He tilted his face down, bending at his knees while you went to your tiptoes. You brushed your lips against the corner of his mouth before pulling away. “There. Are you satisfied, you gremlin?”

“Absolutely.” Mingyu stood back up to his full height. You rubbed at your cheek, eyes glazing over for a moment as your mind seemingly vacated for a moment. He reached out, grabbing your hand in his. “Hey. Why don’t we get your makeup off of you and get you settled for the night? You take a nap while I make supper, then we can sleep.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I have transcripts to look over for tomorrow.”

“So we go to sleep early and get up early!” Mingyu tugged you towards the bathroom, walking backwards. The hall was bare, so he just had to worry about bumping into walls. But then you settled your hands on his hips, feet brushing against his, guiding him down the hall and into the bathroom entrance. “I’ll make you an extra delicious breakfast in the morning to get you going.”

You blinked up at him, eyes serious. Then you let out a long sigh, shaking your head. You pitched forward, pressing yourself into his body. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Mingyu wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. He hated this question, but it was something he asked himself often. When you turned to him, already smiling; when you laughed at his stupid jokes; when you reached out wordlessly, not even looking at him, lacing your fingers together. 

“You didn’t do anything,” Mingyu said, voice soft. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, letting his eyes fall shut. “You don’t have to do anything to deserve me, lovely. You don’t have to do anything, be anyone other than yourself.”

For a moment the two of you stood in that crowded hallway, arms around one another, soaking in the other’s presence. He counted each of your breaths until his matched, unable to keep himself from feeling satisfied at how in sync the two of you were. 

You turned your head, making him lift his up and off of you. You pressed a kiss to his shirt, right over his heart. “Okay then, lover boy. Take my makeup off for me.”

Mingyu pressed a kiss to your hairline. Holding you in one arm, he reached out and flicked on the bathroom light. “Hey. If we’re taking your makeup off, shouldn’t it be makedown.”

You were quiet behind him. He turned, catching sight of you out of the corner of his eye. Once you saw him looking at you a small, pitying, fake smile cracked over your face. “Oh! Ha! That’s funny, Gyu.”

Pleased at your lie, Mingyu grinned back at you. He guided you to lean against the counter. Mingyu placed his hands on your hips, and after a quiet countdown, he was lifting you onto the counter. 

You swung your feet, heels gently hitting the cabinets, as you watched him move around the bathroom. Mingyu grabbed your makeup remover wipes, the moisturizer, and serum. 

Then he was moving between your thighs, tilting your head up with one of his hands. He couldn’t help but brush his thumb over your cheek, your lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. 

“How beautiful,” he murmured, feeling something that could only be love flood through him. Mingyu bent forward, pressing a kiss to your nose. “My beautiful girl.”

“Gyu,” you began, softly protesting. 

“All right.” He removed one of the wipes from the package. With his other hand he held your chin, keeping your face still. “First we’ll wipe your eyes, get all that eyeshadow and eyeliner off.”

Tenderly, far more so than he ever was with his own eyes, Mingyu began wiping. He watched as your face relaxed in his grasp, trusting him completely. 

Was it ridiculous that even after nearly two years of being together, it still thrilled him that you trusted him so wholly? You trusted him with your entire heart, your body, your soul; just as he did you. 

He did a final swipe over both of your eyes, humming in approval once they came up clean. “Done with your eyes, pretty girl. Now let’s get a new cloth and start on your precious cheeks.”

Mingyu discarded the dirtied cloth into the trash can. The new one dirtied just as quick, your foundation rubbing off easily. “Ooh, look at that. Who’s that beneath all this foundation?”

You opened one of your eyes, watching him. Once one of your cheeks was completely bare from makeup, slightly irritated from his rubbing, Mingyu swooped down and pressed a kiss there. “It’s my lovely girl!”

Sighing and shaking your head, you smiled. “Whatever you say, lover boy.”

It was supposed to be a jest, Mingyu knew. Lover boy. You had said it a few months into dating, rolling your eyes as Mingyu pressed the “hundredth” kiss to your face before he left you on the front doorstep of you and your friends’ shared townhouse. “Settle down, lover boy. They can see you from the living room window.” 

Then he had gone home and looked it up. Romantic, loyal, flirty, devoted. 

And that was when Kim Mingyu decided that, before he was a son or brother or friend, he was your lover boy. 

It was a jest, calling him lover boy, but his heart still expanded in his chest and threatened to erupt in an explosion of light at the nickname. 

After another kiss to your cheek, because Mingyu never knew how to turn down kissing your cheeks, he began wiping at your other cheek. He repeated the same steps as before, including the narration. 

And still you rolled your eyes, though they were unable to hide how you looked at him with such fondness. 

He discarded that cloth. Mingyu grabbed another. “We’ll make sure to rub this really good over your chin and nose. Don’t want any blackheads or anything.”

“Of course,” you agreed. You angled your face up towards him, eyes sliding shut. 

Mingyu couldn’t help but grin as you waited. He ran his eyes over the shape of yours, over your lashes from where they rested against your cheek. The soft cushion of your mouth that he often spent far too much time staring at. The way your hair framed your face. 

Beautiful. 

He began working once more, rubbing the cloth over your chin. Mingyu took care to get the crevices of your nose, concentrating on that particular spot. 

Eventually you pulled away, frowning at him and wrinkling your nose. “Don’t you think it’s time to move on from my nose, Mingyu?”

“Just a moment,” Mingyu said, his other hand going to cradle the back of your head. He held you in place as he returned to wiping at the spot. “Not until there’s no dirt or makeup left.”

“You’re gonna be wiping until there’s no nose left at this rate,” you mumbled, brows furrowed. 

Mingyu pressed a kiss to the wrinkle between your brows, relenting his attack on your nose. “Fine. You win, princess.”

He didn’t miss the smile you tried to suppress, but he ignored it for your sake. If Mingyu acknowledged every cute thing you did, the two of you would never be able to move on. 

“Okay,” he breathed, looking over your bare face. He leaned over your thigh, reaching for the serum you used. Still leaning on your thighs, he opened up the drawer that held your cosmetics. He withdrew a cotton cloth, pouring some of the serum on it. “Time for serum!”

When Mingyu pulled back, reaching up to wipe at your face, you were already staring at him. Your eyes were bright and soft, curved sweetly in imitation of the smile that grew across your face. You were looking at him like you did a kitten or puppy, like he was something precious and sweet. 

Mingyu felt heat rush up to his cheeks, settling there. He whined, bowing his head and pressing his large body into yours. You laughed in his ear as he burrowed his face into your neck, arms wrapping around you and squeezing out of embarrassment. “What’s wrong, puppy?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” Mingyu pouted, despite the fact his heart skipped happily whenever you looked at him with those exact eyes, that exact smile. He peered up at you, still pouting. “Makes me all embarrassed.”

You laughed, your hands coming up and cradling his cheek. “You? Kim Mingyu? Embarrassed? I’d never believe it.”

“Of course I get embarrassed,” Mingyu murmured. You began carding your hands through his hair, tugging at the ends of the strands. He let his eyes fall shut, arms loosening their hold. He let his hands lay on your hips, squeezing. “You’re so mean to me that whenever I catch you being nice it throws me off.”

Laughing, you grabbed his earlobe and pinched. Mingyu let out a yelp, pulling his face away from your neck. He didn’t go far, however; he never would if he could help it. Your gravitational pull was too strong, after all, constantly keeping him in orbit. 

“I’m not mean to you,” you argued, ignoring the fact that you just pinched him. Your hands settled on his shoulders, fingers drumming along the line of them. “Never been mean to you a day in our lives.”

Mingyu barked out a laugh. He released your hips, one of his hands resuming its prior place at the back of your head, holding it still. Mingyu then began swiping at your face with the serum, watching as it dampened your skin. “Sure. Like you never put your cold feet on me when we’re cuddling.”

“You’re my boyfriend,” you returned, eyes still shut. Mingyu pressed the cloth against the corner of your mouth, keeping you from speaking for a moment as he took care to reach the area around your mouth. When he left the spot, cloth traveling to your cheek, you continued. “It’s the boyfriend tax. Haven’t you heard of it?”

“‘The boyfriend tax,’” he quoted, feeling love pour from his every pore. You were so ridiculous. “What else is included in this boyfriend tax? Just so I can be prepared in the future.”

Humming, you opened your eyes just enough to peer up at him through your lashes. “Well. Taking off my makeup, of course.”

“Naturally.” “Keeping my feet warm; listening to my bad singing in the car. Doing the dishes.”

Mingyu couldn’t help but grin a little. He stopped wiping your face, finished with the serum. “Oh, so I make the food and I have to clean up after myself, too?”

You nodded. You released your grip on his shoulders when he went to throw away the cloth. Mingyu made his way back between your thighs, your knees squeezing at his hips. He settled one hand on your shoulder, reaching for the moisturizer lotion with the other. 

Both of your hands went to his waist. Mingyu could feel the heat of them through his thin muscle tank top. 

“I do the laundry so you have to do the dishes,” you explained, watching as he squeezed out a glob onto his hand. “God, could you use any more?”

“It’s the right size,” he argued, holding his palm out for inspection. “See?”

“Maybe to you.” You moved one of your hands from his waist. You compared your hand size to his. “See? The lotion looks huge compared to my hand.”

Mingyu furrowed his brow. He released you entirely, grabbing the bottle. “It says use a dime-sized portion.”

“That’s not dime sized,” you argued. 

Faintly, Mingyu wondered if you were arguing just for the sake of arguing. Sometimes he wondered if you were related to Choi Seungcheol. 

“Should I get a dime?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you. “Should we see?”

You shook your head, hands settling back around his waist and guiding him between your thighs again. “Just make sure you use all of it if you’re going to use that much. Put the rest of it around my neck.”

“I always do, princess,” he promised. 

Mingyu rubbed his fingers together, spreading the lotion around them. He then, just as gently as he had with the remover and serum, just as the snow hits the ground, began pressing his fingers to your cheeks and rubbing the moisturizer.

“It’ll make you so shiny,” he murmured. Your eyes fluttered due to how close he was and how his breath hit your face. It was a good thing you were occupied, otherwise you’d probably make a comment about how his breath smelled. “You’ll look so fresh and youthful they’ll be thinking you’re a teenager. You’ll go into a store to get some wine and they’ll say sorry, miss, but we can’t sell that to you.”

You huffed out a laugh, lips curling. Mingyu stopped rubbing the lotion into your face, leaning down and pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. He immediately pulled away, face contorting. “Ew! You taste like product.”

You laughed out loud, eyes opening and crinkling. “Have you somehow been absent from the past ten minutes we’ve spent in the bathroom, Mingyu? You’ve been putting products on my face this entire time. Don’t know what you were thinking.”

Mingyu pouted, furrowing his brows. You sighed, rolling your eyes. Your hands went to his shirt, pulling the hem up. You then brought his shirt to your mouth, wiping at it with the fabric. One satisfied, you dropped it. “There. Try kissing me now.”

Delighted, Mingyu pressed his lips to yours. It still tasted like product, but he didn’t mind. Not when your mouth was so warm against his, your tongue swiping across his lips before retreating coyishly back into your mouth. 

“Satisfied?”

Mingyu hummed, pulling away. He pressed one more chaste kiss to the line of your mouth. “Very. How very clever of my girlfriend.”

You shook your head, still obviously endeared by him. Mingyu continued using up the moisturizer, feeling the lines and bumps of your face beneath his fingers. He made sure to get the space between your brows, the crease of your nose. He trailed his fingers along your jaw, dipping underneath and spreading the moisturizer to your neck. 

“My pretty girl,” he hummed. He pulled away from you, squatting at the cabinet directly beneath. You shifted, moving your legs out of the way so he could open it. 

Mingyu rummaged for a moment before finding what he was looking for. He sat back on his heels as he opened the package of under-eye patches, shifting through them. Mingyu glanced up at one point, immediately greeted by the sight of your spread legs. 

He took a deep, shuddering breath. Not today Kim Mingyu, not when you so desperately needed to sleep and relax. 

Mingyu placed the box back underneath the cabinet, slamming the door shut. He slowly peeled the plastic away from the gel, taking care so it wouldn’t curl up or ruin. Mingyu crowded close to you once more, pressing himself into your warm. 

Your hands automatically went to his waist, holding him. You angled your face up towards Mingyu, eyes shutting and allowing him to do as he pleased. 

He pressed each of the under-eye masks into place, taking care not to catch on any of your lashes. You let out a deep breath as each of them were put into place, the cool temperature from the gel sinking beneath your skin and settling. 

“Look at how beautiful my girl is,” Mingyu murmured, one of his hands cradling your cheek. You leaned into it, eyes opening and peering up at him. “Absolutely stunning.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you’re going to kiss me you don’t need all that preamble.”

Laughing, Mingyu took his cue. He brought his other hand up to cradle the other side of your face, his hand so large that the tips of his fingers sunk into your hair. You straightened yourself, reaching up into him, and Mingyu knew he was powerless against your gravity. 

The kiss was slow, your lips moving together softly. It was unhurried, a sweet kiss of love and adoration. 

“I love you,” you mumbled, your lips still close enough to his where he could feel the shape of the words. 

Mingyu pulled away, pressing one last kiss to your hairline. “I love you too, princess. Shall we get you changed now?”

At your nod, Mingyu was wedging his hands underneath your thighs and lifting you into his hold. You immediately relaxed into it, arms looping around his shoulders, legs locking behind him. As he walked out the bathroom you began pressing kisses to his throat and neck, one of your hands pulling at his tank top to reveal more of his golden skin. 

“You better be careful,” he warned, kicking the bedroom door the rest of the way open. “Never know what might happen if you keep tempting me like that.”

You laughed, pressing one last kiss to his shoulder. “Can’t a gal thank her boyfriend for taking such good care of her?”

“Nope,” he returned easily. Mingyu lowered you to the bed. “Not when a gal is the most tempting vixen in the world.”

The sound of your laughter, loud and bright, was enough to make a smile grow in Mingyu’s face. He turned from you, going to his closet. You often said that he had too many clothes, but Mingyu always returned that that was because his closet wasn’t just his, not when you were constantly reaching into it for clothes to wear as pajamas.

Mingyu returned to you with one of his t-shirts and shorts. Your hands went to your undershirt, beginning to take it off, but Mingyu reached out and slapped them away. “Hey! That’s my job!”

You were laughing again. Mingyu felt his heart grow in his chest, not just from the love and adoration and endearment he felt when with you, but from pride. You had walked into the apartment in such an obvious state of exhaustion and stress, looking as if someone had taken the Earth off of Atlas’s shoulders and placed it on your own. 

But now here you were, giggling and grinning. 

Because of him. 

Kim Mingyu loved you so much. 

He made quick work of disrobing your torso, setting aside your underthings to put away. Mingyu couldn’t help but smooth his eyes over your skin, taking in the line of your shoulders, the way your breasts hung. 

“Kim Mingyu!” You scolded, leaning back on your hands. “You dirty dog.”

He shrugged. “Can’t help it, baby. You know what you look like.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

What Mingyu wanted to say: the love of my life, my reason for waking; the moon to my ocean; my soulmate; my future wife.

Instead he chuckled, opening the shirt. You ducked your head inside of the hole, helping Mingyu clothe you. “What did I say earlier? That you’re a vixen?”

When he picked up the shorts, you threw a pout at him. You kicked your legs against the bed. “Don’t want to wear pants.”

Mingyu threw a look at you. He sank to his knees in front of you, gently tugging at your pants. “You have to. You know what will happen if you don’t.”

He, valiantly, ignored the wolfish grin you threw at him. Instead Mingyu tugged at your pants again. You relented, lifting your hips off of the bed and laying back so he could tug them all the way off. 

“What about underwear?” You asked, your fingers hooking on the band. “Do I have to wear any?”

Mingyu took a deep breath, trying to ignore the blood that was quickly leaving his brain. “You know exactly what the answer is.”

You sighed, tugging your underwear off nonetheless. “Go and grab me some new ones then, lover boy, if you’re still devoted to dressing me.”

Mingyu stood, leaving his shorts on your thighs. He crossed the room for your closet, knowing exactly where your underwear was. Mingyu was the one, after all, who ended up putting away the laundry on most days. Just because you started the washer and switched the wet clothes into the dryer didn’t mean you actually put the clothes away. 

When he turned around, a pair of your underwear hanging from his fingertips, you had lifted his shirt up to your face. You were still laying back on the bed, the action revealing all of your stomach and the bottoms of your breasts. Mingyu watched, thoroughly awe-struck, as you took a deep breath, still holding his shirt to your face. 

“Are you smelling my shirt?” He asked, feeling his voice rise and all blood immediately flow to his dick. 

You startled, yanking his shirt back down. You threw him a grin, obviously embarrassed at getting caught. “Maybe?”

Fuck. 

Mingyu took another deep, shuddering breath, shutting his eyes. Nearly two years together, even living together, and you were still smelling his clothes like a lovesick teenager. 

Just like he did. 

He was going to marry you, Mingyu decided. It had always been at the back of his mind, of course; how could it not be? You were beautiful and funny and kind, and you were a perfect example of how good and kind the world could be. 

But now it was a vow, an oath. Mingyu would marry you, no matter what. 

He returned to his crouching position in front of you, one of his hands going to cradle your feet. Mingyu leaned forward, ignoring the way your toes curled against his palm in anticipation, pressing a kiss to your calf. 

“Gyu,” you whispered, watching. 

Mingyu trailed his lips up your leg, pressing kiss after kiss to your skin. You were silent, letting him worship you. 

“I love you,” Mingyu murmured, not wanting to break the spell that had settled over the two of you. 

Once you were dressed in his clothes, the fabric absolutely swamping you, you pressed yourself into his arms. You brought your hands up to his neck, rising to the tips of your toes. Mingyu obliged willingly, meeting you halfway. 

You paused just before your lips met his. “I love you, Kim Mingyu. Thank you.”

And then you kissed him. 

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