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In The Open - Mingyu

You were just about to head to bed when you heard someone at your door.

Pulling it open you were immediately engulfed in the embrace of your large, clingy boyfriend.

"I'm sorry," he muttered as he held you close, one hand cradling your head while the other pressed your body to his.

You couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped you. "Gyu..."

"Please don't leave me," he begged, the quiver in his voice letting you know he genuinely thought you might. "Please."

"Hey," you said, trying to pull back and look him in the eye, but his grip tightened. "Gyu, is this about those news reports?"

He nodded, before realising that you couldn't see it from your current position. Finally, he let you pull back, his hand still placed firmly on your waist. "Yeah," he admitted.

"Why would I leave you, pabo?" you asked, your smile evident in your tone.

"Because we hadn't planned for this to happen," he explained, referring to the Dispatch article outing your relationship before you were ready to go public.

"I know," you confirmed, "And it sucks that this is how the world found out. I'm sure your carats would have rather heard it from you when you were ready, but it's happened now."

"But all the extra attention, other people commenting and trying to get involved in our relationship-"

"Exactly," you cut him off. "OUR relationship. It's just ours and I'm not going to end it because of other people."

"Really?" he asked, a spark of hope in his eyes now.

"Really," you confirmed. "I think we might need to sit down with Hybe and work out what happens now, but I am definitely not leaving you. We'll work it out together."

Mingyu finally smiled, before cupping your face in his hands and pulling you into a passionate kiss. When he released you you had an equally large smile on your face.

"It's nice to know how much you want me around though," you teased lightly.

"Yeah, you're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go."

You happily leaned in to hug him again, your arms around his waist as you simply savoured his comforting presence.

NAVIGATION  |  SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

thinking abt if you brought yours and mingyu’s baby girl to their music show filming wearing the same outfit as he was that day (specifically thought of the black vest with the ripped jeans for super)

you hide offstage while monitoring with your baby in your arms. she’s fully clad in a miniature version of the outfit, with a jacket to top it so her little arms aren’t cold. she smiles and babbles at the screens, even clapping along to the music as you encourage her. she sees mingyu come to center and immediately gasps out, “dada!”

the other boys come offstage as they finish their takes and all laugh as the spot your daughter. some of them stop to take pictures and press little kisses to her head of soft, thick hair and round cheeks.

at last, the man of the hour bounds over as he spots you and lets out a gasp of his own, one that sounded just like what his little girl let out before.

“aigoo, my princess wanted to match me today?” he coos as she gives him a mostly toothless smile. mingyu scoops her from your arms and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips before returning his attention to your daughter as she starts to pout.

mingyu peppers kisses all over her little face and her smile is back in seconds at the attention. you can’t help but snap your own pics of the two of them, keeping her face hidden in case he wanted to post any on sns later.

he does, with such love in his eyes and in his caption. “another member of the team i love.”

mingyu would pick up immediately if you weren’t eating properly. he wouldn’t flat out ask you in fear he’d push you further away from the idea. but he would cook up some of your favorite things, some dishes he knew you always got excited for, in hopes it would inspire your appetite.

and if that didn’t work because the weight of your day had just been too much, he’d nuzzle his face into your neck to place soft kisses there as his arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“will you eat with me, baby? i made too much to finish myself.” it was a white lie, you both knew it. but sharing time with him was something you could never turn down.

so you sat in his lap at the table as he ate, taking small bites as he offered before you grabbed a spoon to dip in as you wish. all the while, mingyu was rubbing soothing circles against your hip and pressing affirming kisses to your temple at every bite.

18+ minors dni, f!reader, free use(?)

someone requested more enfj gyu thoughts but i accidentally deleted the ask ;c i hope they find this <3

enfj just fits mingyu so well because they're soo giving and supportive in relationships, sometimes to the point of neglecting their own needs to help their s/o reach their goals. gyu is always thinking about how to make you feel good.. watching porn to get ideas about new ways to fuck you, buying toys for you to use when he can't be there, being so patient with you when he trains your throat and pussy to stretch to his thick size.. ;c

he loves when you just use him to get off. you don’t wanna bother him when he gets home from a long day of practice, but he can tell how badly you need him and despite how tired he is he’s guiding you to straddle his hips, urging you to sink your needy cunt onto his cock as he watches you with sleepy hooded eyes

“ride it, baby, please.. i want you to”

or he’s fast asleep beside you, buff chest rising and falling with steady breaths with a big arm reached around you, and you’re trying so hard not to wake him with your squirming, the uncomfy slick between your thighs keeping you awake. you can’t help but wrap your legs around one of his thighs, pussy grinding against the thick muscle

putting your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your tiny moans but his eyes flutter open, always on alert to make sure you’re okay. his voice is deep and raspy, moving you over so he can tug his briefs down and spoon you

“shh.. im here, baby. lemme take care of it”

or it’s early in the morning and you’re kneeling beside gyu’s sleeping frame, chewing on your lower lip as you think about all the conversations you’ve had with him about waking each other up with sex, all the times he told you how much he wants to experience waking up to your wet mouth on his cock

you’re so careful as you pull his length out from his briefs, even soft he’s big and heavy and the sight of him makes your mouth water. in his sleep he lets out pretty broken moans, his thick abs and thighs flexing when you press soft kisses to the tip. when you finally put him in your mouth he’s still asleep, bucking his hips up as he gets fully hard. he only wakes up when he’s cumming, and he loses it at the sight of your pretty wet lips trying to reach the base of him, his thick cum making a mess at the corners of your mouth

“f- oh my god.. fuck- baby, baby”

he runs his hand over his face to make sure he’s real, and his other hand comes to rest on your cheek to make sure you’re real. he cums so much, so overwhelmed and fucked out and he’s bucking his hips and rambling with his sleepy lisp

“so pretty, fuck- look at me, baby”

“perfect little mouth, mmh- could fuck your face all day, you want that, bunny? gonna fill you with cum all fucking day”

L'AMOUR EN ICED LATTE [teaser]

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

tags/warnings : fluff, angst, mentions of food established relationship

Waking up every day at the same time, doing the exact same thing, leaving the house at the same time.

Everything in its place nothing changes, except for the music playlist of the week.

Attached to my safe zone I am,

already tried of the exiting life style and it happens that It wont suit me,

So I choosed to live quietly and enjoy every peaceful moment.

To be honest I don´t think I´ll ever be able to coexist with anyone, especially after tasting the felling of full control on me and the way things goes in my life.

And I never taught about it too.

I convinced my self that I´m not that kind of persons with something special within.

And I´m not waiting for any surprises

I´m happy alone the way I am.

But him...

As a loud song

The spotlight in a crowded place

He seems to me like a heartbreaker kind of a guy with this perfect body shape and pretty face

But the way he talks was screaming the opposite

Bright in black and easy to go with he was

I always wondered how could anyone enjoy such a headache

But he really seemed chill with all the chaos around

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a/n: excuse the language

English isn't my first language so this work might be full of mistakes but i'll be so thankful if u helped correcting me

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mingyu chuckled dryly, "how can you abandon me like i meant nothing to you?" he pressed his phone against his cheek. dokyeom and minghao had already given up on snatching his phone away from him after three soju bottles. mingyu had started calling your number again that kept going to voicemail, frustrating mingyu even further.

"you never pick up my calls. you don't want me the way i want you anymore. why?" he whispered softly, words were almost inaudible to the duo who had a sad look upon their face, heart breaking for their best friend.

dokyeom tried to snatch his phone, "mingyu, you need to stop. when will you stop?" he expressed his anger on his best friend, slightly reflecting on how hung up mingyu is on you while you did not bother picking up, at least, one call. "she does not want to do anything with you." dokyeom sighed.

mingyu glanced at him before looking down to his feet, "why . . does she not want to do anything with me? why did she not tell me? my god, why do i have to be this miserable?" he questioned himself, his friends and the call that kept ringing and ringing.

minghao grabbed onto his shoulder, giving a brotherly courage pat on the back. "her silence is already a closure to you and your relationship." minghao tried explaining yet the hollow feeling in his chest did not stop aching for mingyu.

the call went to voicemail once again, "i really want to forget you. i want to forget everything about you. your pretty smile." he paused, tears welling his eyes,

"your sad eyes, your tiny fingers, your soft skin, your warmth. you. i want to forget you. i cannot do this anymore." mingyu whispered in the voicemail, sobbing in between words.

minghao grabbed onto his friend who dozed off with phone, still pressed on his cheek. there was this silence in the room, nobody spoke a word.

" . . i did not know it was this bad." minghao broke the silence. dokyeom just nodded his head.

mingyu dreamt of you that night once again, he dreamt where you had been nothing but utmost happy with him. there were no sad eyes everytime he looked at you, there were no sigh every time he expressed his feelings to you and there were no hesitation with the love you expressed.

you were . . seemingly so free, it hurt him to wake up.

he was happy with you but were you.

then, there was a thud at the door.

try me . .

you had your arms wide open, to a far away distance toward the big boy wearing a sleeveless top, and cargo pants who was speeding to you. 

mingyu took his steps, his hair flowing through the wind. your eyes went in awe as your boyfriend quite resembled a little puppy making its way to its owner. you also couldn't help but admire how similar the sequence was just like how you were about to meet him for the first time. 

you bolted as soon as you landed your feet on the ground to the address your best friend texted you a few weeks ago to meet her, her boyfriend that she has been dating for six months and all his other friends; sharing acquaintances, how fun. 

the hanok restaurant was . . close by, your best friend swore yet here you are finding the correct restaurant after rampaging the streets of seoul for maximum ten minutes. 

it concludes: you are being late for one hour and forty-five minutes. oh, you are dead. 

“please, can i know where room six is?” you asked the receptionist, putting your hand on your waist to calm your breathing softly. there were drums beating on your chest as you closed your eyes, breathing through your nose. the receptionist nodded, signing the direction that is: straight turn right. 

before entering the room, you fixed your pants that were about to slip down from your waist and the strap of your top that kept slipping. “i’m here.” you announced, slamming the door open not knowing how loud the ‘bang’ would actually sound, startling yourself. 

sitting down on the floor were four men, and your best friend. the atmosphere seemed to tighten, nobody greeted, or spoke a word. “hi, my love.” you dropped your tote bag, launching yourself on your best friend who had her eyebrows raised, with an unimpressed expression on her face. 

“you forgot about the dinner, didn’t you? i swear to god, why do i ev-” your best friend scolded, narrowing her eyebrows. 

you quickly shook your head, “the meeting with my groupmate ran late. i promise i did not forget.” you blurted out in her ears while giving her a side-hug, she did not respond back. you retreated back, pouting with a puppy expression. “i will do the laundry for one whole month.” you gave in, your best friend rolled her eyes, pushing your embrace away from her. 

just that meant; you knew you were forgiven. 

happily you sat next to her, completely forgetting the presence of four men. “sorry, can i know who the boyfriend is here?” you asked, waving among the men, the pale skinned, sharp jawline and a soft smile raised his hand. “my name is dongmin.” he forward his hand out to shake, you reciprocated, “oh, yes. im y/n.” 

it was not creepy for sure, since you trust your best friend’s choice and you will trust her boyfriend’s friend but there was a certain piercing gaze that kept itching to look at. you glanced at the end to see a dark-haired man covering his eyes partly, his little mole of the tip of his nose, and the light smile ghosting on his lips to greet you. 

you smiled back, not breaking any conversation. 

“aren’t you guys super famous?” you asked, purely out of curiosity. a few chuckles came, you twisted your neck to see your best friend shaking her head in complete disgust. it was not your fault that you were majoring in law, attending three different lectures every three days, and taking part in hearing some cases done in university while she was modeling with top actors, idols, walking on runways and spending days in paris because it is 'sponsored.'

a blonde haired man nodded, “i mean i would say i sing as my source of income.” you laughed at the humour presenting to cut the tension. “oh, i’m jaehyun. nice to meet you, i have heard quite a bit about you while waiting.” he continued, introducing himself and enlightening you with an amusing fact. 

“nothing bad.” the puppy-like-looking man added, taking your attention from jaehyun. “i’m mingyu.” he leaned forward to shake your hand. you stared, not believing much words coming from him. “i guess, i will believe you.” 

you noticed his hands were rough, calluses around his palm yet they were large enough that urged you to rest your hand for awhile but you slipped your hand away, meeting for the first time should not conclude to you becoming into a pervert in his burn book, especially since he is best friend’s with your best friend’s boyfriend. 

there was one last guy that had not introduced himself to you, his doe eyes shining brightly, you gasped, “oh, wait. i know you. you are literally everywhere in seoul.” you frantically pointed at the man, “i literally rode a bus with your face plastered on the bus.” you excitedly mentioned about the banner wishing him birthday wishes. 

“jungkook? right?” you snapped your fingers, waiting for the man to respond to you back. he giggled, his eyes shrinking, nodding his head. you had a shit-eating grin on your face, side-glancing your best friend to show how cultured you still are. 

the tension was slowly vanishing away as everyone went back to making conversation about work schedule, next meet-up and moments that were eventful. you felt out of place amid people whose job is to entertain people, and be in the limelight while you are surviving over an internship that barely pays minimum wage, and by the time you return back to your apartment today, it is time to review all the papers of cases that were given to you. you were practically envying the group sharing advice with each other, and exchanging words of comfort that are reachable, understandable to each other.

"do you not like law?"

you flinched, shaking you from the daydreaming you were doing within the loud environment. you looked at mingyu, like, looked. 

"how did you know?" you questioned, confused on how he knows as you did not mention your degree. his eyes widen, in realization. "she told all of us. sorry, i did not mean to scare you." he scratched his neck.

yet there was still that smile he gave before, but his eyes twinkled in interest toward you. the rush crawled in your body, all over and you could not help it, you cleared your throat. “yes. my older sister and my mom do law. so, i decided to follow the given footsteps.” you replied, smiling hence looking down at your feet. 

feeling small under his gaze, “i think that is pretty cool of you.” he softly said, grasping onto his beer glass. the hue on the tip of his ears bubbled a laughter out from you. “i think you are cool too.” you replied, “this job, you do, it’s not easy.” you sighed. 

he did not reply, as if he was recollecting his thoughts about you, or of you. “tough day?” he lowered his head, wanting you to look up to meet his gaze. you quickly glanced at his action before lifting your head up. 

“no, no. thank you for asking.” you smiled cheerfully, breaking the gaze away from him. “i still feel terrible for coming late, please let me treat you guys to coffee or anything.” you pleaded, you long realized all of them have eaten dinner that you were supposed to eat with the whole group together. 

“good, please feel guilty while you are reflecting too.” your best friend pitched in. dongmin waved her comment, “i would gladly accept your offer.” he smiled, his eyes disappearing. 

you simply understood your best friend there. 

with all the orders you received, as you wrote down on your note app, you wore back your shoes heading to the cafe jaehyun suggested that is a few distance away from the restaurant. you hummed onto random tunes till you heard the door sliding open to mingyu wearing his mask, and his shoes. “i will help you.” he volunteered.

you might be nonchalant about your surroundings that do not concern you. you knew what mingyu was doing; quick glances, shy smiles, starting conversation; you refused a distraction, especially a distraction that belongs to half of the world. 

mingyu, you exchanged a few words with, is a complete heartbreaker. with that sweet smile, honey dripping gaze every time he met your eyes. 

you refuse to become a victim.

“are you crazy?” you rushed toward him, poking his chest as he walked backward toward the room. “you are famous, aren’t you?” you questioned the obvious. 

he nodded. 

you gave him a forced smile, “exactly.”  

he shook his head, “i got myself covered.” he ducked down to whisper in your ears. 

you shivered, looked up to a smirk playing on his face. “then, walk five steps away from me.” 

he whined, “i can simply walk with you.” 

you sighed, giving in. “mingyu, we better not land on dispatch.” 

he giggled, with his long legs, he was already next to you. 

the breeze of autumn was chilling and that was the best part. the yellow leaves are falling down on the ground, observing people either still wearing shorts or some wearing long jackets to fight the windy weather. It kept you . . humanely sane. 

“do you struggle with studying law that much?” he asked, staring with the same pinning interest in his eyes. you gave a sad smile, still gazing at the buildings looking small from where you were walking from with mingyu. 

he hummed with no response, “what do you want to be?” he pestered further. you thought about that, kept thinking, but nothing appeared. 

“lawyer?” you answered; more like questioned. question to yourself on will you be capable enough to become a good lawyer that helps the society, and get your mother off your back.

the aroma of coffee hit your nose as you entered the cafe, immediately workers greeting you. as you lined up to order, “it’s funny how much i want to know about you yet you do not seem that curious about me.” he whispered into your ear, ducking down to match your height. 

you crossed your arm on your chest, “maybe you find my life interesting?” you clicked onto the note app on your phone to check the order just in case, you forget. 

“no, it’s just you.” he flirted. 

he was flirting, you wanted to throw yourself out from the window and let a car drive you over on how much you were begging your cheeks to not heat up. instead, you ignored the man, thanking you were next in line.

“here is the order. thank you.” you gave your phone to the worker, begging them to be quick. walking with mingyu itself was a ringing alarm in your head. 

“you can try me.” he offered. 

“try . . you for what, good god.” you covered your mouth, not wanting to laugh out loud. 

mingyu shrugged his shoulders, “ just . . i would love to know more about you.” 

siren rang in your head, everything after this would be completely dangerous. you know that you are attracted to the man in front of you. 

“do not think much, just follow what your heart desires.” he said as the order arrived. 

the silence this time was filled with the same tension that was in the restaurant when you entered breathlessly. you breathed out, a few steps ahead of him. you turned around, facing him while walking backward. he stared at you confused at your action. 

“are you trying to court me?” you asked. 

a smile broke out on his face, “if you let me.” 

one step forward, one step backward. 

“i don’t know if i should let you.” you playfully said. 

he raised his eyebrows, “you hurt me.” 

you shook your head, waving your hand. “how dare i wound you.” 

he pouted, nodding. “do not worry, princess. one date will heal the wound in no time.” 

one step forward, one step backward. 

“i don’t know, i don't know . . you at all. ” 

one step forward, you paused. 

“and you are a celebrity, i don’t know if you are a good idea for my mental health.” 

his eyes twinkled, with the same amount of interest filled, and the new hint of anticipation roaming around his eyes that danced on your skin.

“like i said, try me.” 

there were no words exchanged as he attacked you with a warm hug, causing you to take a few steps back on how forceful his hug was. 

you smiled into his hug, sighing at the embrace. he lightly patted your back in comfort; reminding you know that he is there for you, he is there. so lean on him, let him carry a few burdens of yours. 

“how was class today, my lady?” 

“i am telling you the chef hates me.” you groaned.