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Pairing:  Tattoo Artist! Mingi x Fem! Reader

Genre: Tattoo Artist Au, Smut

Summary: Your first tattoo might just be what gets you addicted to them, well at least if you could get a replay of events next time you walk up to Mingi’s door.

Warnings: Protected sex, tattooing, slight subdom themes, fingering, dirty talk, praise, nipple play, mirror sex, slight overstim, honestly very tame for my smuts.

Word Count: 2791

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backseat serenade

<mingi x fem!reader>

Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi

word count: 3.3K (what the fucK)

a/n: y'all be eating fucking good fr. Also shout out to my loml @bro-atz for helping out with the plot a little <3 shout out to mingi brain rot!

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“Who else is here?” You ask. 

She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces. 

And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram. 

“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours. 

You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”

“That’s-“

“Song Mingi”, you reply, not taking notice of your friend’s boyfriend’s surprised expression. 

“You know him?”

“Came across him”, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth. 

He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.

You blink. The fuck?

And so, for the past hour or so, you’ve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the male’s attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life. 

It wasn’t until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but it’s not as horrendous as the feeling of regret—for not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when you’ll see him again.

You decide to find your friend and call it a night.

“Do you wanna hitch a ride with us?”, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist. 

“The driver didn’t drink, I promise”, your friend’s partner assures. 

You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi. 

You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldn’t be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person. 

You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door. 

But Mingi’s expression remains indifferent—god knows what he’s thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because “the car had no space”. 

“Hi, y/n”, Mingi’s deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head. 

“Hey Mingi”, you greet back, cautiously approaching him. 

“Are you okay with this?” You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh. 

“It’s fine. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be uncomfortable for you since it’s gonna take a while to reach your place right?”

Right. You nod in defeat. 

Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingi’s touch burn against your skin—especially your thighs. 

His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and he’s picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingi’s voice hits your ear from behind. 

“Sorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.”

You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden. 

Soon you find yourself fully on Mingi’s lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put. 

The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when you’re subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you. 

Sitting on someone’s lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch. 

Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingi’s arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear. 

“I strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or it’ll become a problem for the both of us.” 

You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if you’re starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer. 

And you wonder how far you should take this. 

Your face is heating up, at the idea you’re just sitting on Mingi’s thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since you’re literally sitting right on his fucking cock—how thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and it’s making you slowly drench your panties. 

The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you can’t help but fidget on his lap. You’re wondering why Mingi hasn’t said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingi’s fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress. 

Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your ass—directly below your pussy if it wasn’t for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart. 

His deep voice is like a melody in your ear,  “I’m closing an eye if you’re just doing this on accident, but there’s only so much more grinding I can take princess.”

You glance over to the company seated just right beside you—they are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another world—one growing of hot and heavy air. 

You’re trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingi’s cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical. 

You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.

“And if I said it wasn’t an accident?”

You don’t know what he might do next, but it’s making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation. 

Mingi’s eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, “Right. Glad we cleared that up, princess.” 

His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and you’re ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. You’re doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, you’re ready to give into it—mostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point. 

Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingi’s fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like you’re about to burst. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet for me”, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out. 

You swear that the wet sounds of Mingi’s fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet. 

His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again. 

You shouldn’t have agreed to stay quiet. 

Mingi’s legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You can’t seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper.  

“Can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get off”, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit. 

“Please… fuck! Mingi…” you trail, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. You’re about to snap anytime soon. 

“Cum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.”

His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while he’s still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way you’re completely undone because of him. Your cunt can’t seem to stop spasming and it’s only from his fucking fingers. 

But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath. 

His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, you’re almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you. 

“You taste so fucking good, Princess”, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more. 

The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck you’re in the dark. 

“This is your stop right?” Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building. 

“Right”, you manage to answer with a forced smile. 

And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, “I’ll send her up. Don’t wait for me.” He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door. 

Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if you’re feeling cold, even though he’s only in a black tank top. You can’t help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lights—still so fucking hot. His fingers haven’t let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isn’t letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment. 

You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingi’s smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it. 

You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter. 

And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell. 

“Cute place you have there”, he comments, slipping his shoes off. 

“I try to make the most out of it”, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him. 

Mingi pauses, staying near the door.

“I got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-“ 

His mouth runs, watching the way you’re walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed. 

“Finish what you started, Minki”, you whisper when you pull away. 

For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights. 

His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven. 

You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants. 

His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like you’re about to combust. 

“Is the couch fine for you?” He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you. 

His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more. 

“You know, you’re honestly killing me with that dress”, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. “Had to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.”

Oh, fucking gods. 

“That’s why we’re here now, aren’t we?” You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger. 

You can’t wait for him to fuck your brains out. 

Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphony—and he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again. 

It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, because he feels like he’s about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants. 

So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink. 

His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you out—thick and heavy. 

“Fuck. Song Mingi-“ you cry out, struggling against his grasp. 

“So fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking good”, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when he’s fully seated in you. 

And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll back—the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses. 

You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat. 

You sure know how to push his buttons. 

He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb. 

“I’d love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right now”, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out. 

You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more. 

“Are you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?” He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip. 

“That’s my good girl”, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way you’re squeezing around him. “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Mingi, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna-“

Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high. 

“So fucking good. Mingi…” you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath. 

Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his. 

“We can wash up and order food if you want”, you say, trying to avoid the fact that you’re still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you. 

But he pulls you along with him. 

“An invitation to shower together? I’ll gladly fuckin take it, princess.”

8th Grade : s.mg & j.yh

⇢ Synopsis: They’ve always just been your best friends. But Covid quarantine is making you all way too horny.  ⇢ Pairing: Yunho & Mingi x reader ⇢ Genre: smut, fluff.  ⇢ Warnings: extremely cute best friends to lovers, mutual pining, love, oral (f receiving), sex without protection, Big Dick Boys, threesome, hand job, fingering, thigh riding, semi-sub Mingi, dom Yunho, sleepy sex, mentions of covid, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cock warming, spitting, pet name “Tiny”, Mingi is “pretty boy”, Yunho fucks her STUPID, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 8.9k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, uni!Ateez, frat boy ateez, covid-19 ateez, non-idol au, uni au, 

It’s cold outside, and you can’t believe you have to be the one trekking through the weather when they’re the ones with a car. Well, you suppose calling Mingi’s shit hand me down 2001 Honda Civic a “car” is a little too nice. But here you are, walking up the steps to their apartment building, cold, and bundled in a jacket, simply because Yunho declared three weeks ago while drunk that he would no longer ‘lower himself to the level of that shit piece of crap Honda fucking Civic’.

His words had made Mingi cry a little, and you’d had to fight Yunho about it afterwards. He’d won of course, easily pinning you down, but your struggle had been enough to cheer Mingi up. You’d tried at least.

You don’t even have to hit the button to call up to their apartment, the door clicks, signalling the unlock. You bet Mingi’s been watching the street from the window again. You head up to the third floor where Mingi and Yunho have an apartment. Mingi throws the door open before you even knock, a huge grin on his face.

He’s dressed in an oversized light pink crew neck and some grey sweatpants that still have your high school crest on them. You’re wearing your matching ones. Movie night is sacred, and you all have to look the part. His glasses are round, and they show off his dazzling eyes, which always seem to sparkle in wonder at the world around him.

He pulls you into a warm Mingi hug, lifting you off the ground to bring you inside. His shirt smells like lavender, and you’re shocked the two of them have finally started using the detergent Mingi’s mom had dropped off months ago when he’d first moved. The lavender is nice, and it makes you smile as you burry your face against the soft fabric, breathing in the warmth and aura of your best friend.

“You’re cold!” Mingi says when he lets you go, looking at you with wide eyes.

“It’s cold outside.” you note.

“It looks cold.” Mingi agrees, nodding and his lip pouting out a little in sympathy. He hates being cold, and is always bundled up in more than is ever necessary. 

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Hello I just wanted to say I love your writing! I have a request for a poly yandere yungi x reader where their play a little game to decide who's going to impregnate the reader first! The rest can be up to you, thank you for your time! ❤️

OOOP I LIKE HOW YA THINK ANON-

Honestly I feel like they would make a competition to see who can do it first. they'd just prop you up on the bed, a pillow underneath your ass so you won't waste anything-

they wouldn't care who's child comes first because they wanna have many kids with you!

AHHHHHH!!! I love this idea.

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"P-please..no more Yunho.."

"But baby~ you let Mingi do it, be a good pup for me and let me fill you up~"

You could barely fight it, the way that Yunho's cock plunged into your abused cunt. Nothing but whiny moans leaving your lips.

You've been in this same spot for the past week, propped up on the bed like the good pillow princess you were.

You made the mistake of talking about how you wanted kids around your loving 'husbands'. You should've known better, because as soon as you said you wanted children, the two of them forced you into the bed and that's how you ended up here.

Yunho's grip on your hips was tight as he pounded into you for the second time today. Mingi had already come earlier today and wore you out, Yunho was pouty and was ready for his turn with their baby.

"You're so good, fuck..fuck..such a pretty baby" Yunho groans, "God I hope you get pregnant baby, I don't care if it's mine or Mingi's but seeing you plump and round..just does something for me." He says leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

All you could do was moan in response as he fucked into you, Yunho and Mingi were caring husbands, so you weren't afraid of them not being able to take care of you. You were afraid for everyone else.

They were very overprotective, to the point where they have killed for you, they have killed because of you. So imagine if you had a child? Oh, it would be on and popping, they'll probably never let you out of the house.

Yunho groans as his hips finally stilled, his seed spilling deep into you, you whimpered in overstimulation as Yunho pulled out, using his fingers to scoop whatever spilled out back in.

"Look at our Princess, all fucked out and stuffed full of our cum.." Mingi says from the doorway, "Such a pretty sight, isn't it?' Yunho teases placing kisses on your thighs, "Our pretty pup is gonna be so cute waddling around the house, her breasts are gonna get so huge and plump.." Yunho whines at the thought and you lean up a bit to smack his arms.

"Yunho!"

"What~?" The male says chuckling moving the pillow and picking you up, "Is Our pup ready for her nightly routine?" You nodded, leaning into the male, "Ooo, since you had princess that means I get to take a bath with her~" "Noo I wanted to!" You sighed as you were carried into your large bathroom, watching the two males argue playfully.

This was going to be an interesting next couple of months..because you were already pregnant. But just haven't found the time to tell the males, but you let them continue their little game because in the end you felt good and they were happy.

But you didn't know how you were going to explain this on your next doctors appointment.

"Pup! Bath is ready! Come with me~!" "No! Princess owes me special time now! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I lowkey might make this into a longer fic, I really love this idea!

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A/n: I forgive for what you are about to read, I had a dream and it went like this basically-

Warnings: Pwop, Dom! Mingi, Sub! Reader, unprotected sex, degradation, pet names, hair pulling, Sir kink, praise kink, let me know what I missed!

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"Look at how you're taking this cock baby, you're doing so well.."

"My pretty little whore, you can barely speak from how good I'm fucking you."

You could only moan, your face was pressed down in the mattress, ass in the air. Mingi's large hand was pressed against your lower, helping keep you in place. On your third orgasm of the night ,the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing in the bedroom, deep groans leaving his lips .

"fuck..fuck. You missed me that much baby? I wasn't even gone for that long.." He teased.

When Mingi came back from tour you were all over him, you missed your huge teddy bear. Face timing him was not enough, and the few moments of intimacy you did have were short and no where near enough.

"Such a needy little slut, nearly drooling from how good I'm fucking you." Mingi smirks as your pitiful moan, he could feel you clenching around his cock and your moans getting higher in pitch. He leaned down to place kisses along your back, making you whimper.

"Mhm..tell Sir how good you feel, tell him how much his cock turned you into a needy little slut."

You nearly screamed out as you felt Mingi's hand reach down to rub your clit aggressively, soft growls leaving him. "Ngh...fuck Sir is fucking me so good..so so good..." you whined and Mingi landed a smack to your ass. "Mhm..you love sir's cock fucking you like this. You want more? Don't you my good little whore."

You nodded, your hands gripping the sheets, "Y-yes...please .I want sir to fuck me silly...fill me up with his cum!" You cried out, making Mingi stop in place. You whimpered and attempted to fuck yourself on his cock before Mingi held you in place with his hands.

"Say it again. Say it again for sir." He groaned, slowly picking back up his speed. "My slutty girl missed sir's cum" He chuckles, glancing down at your fucked out face. He then reached down to grab your hair, wrapping it around his hand a bit and pulling. "P-please..I want your cum.." you whimper out making Mingi growl softly.

"Well if my baby wants it. She better be ready to take it fucking all."

"I'm fucking you silly until your begging for me to stop~"

now this is just too cute...... and hot ehe

8th Grade : s.mg & j.yh

⇢ Synopsis: They’ve always just been your best friends. But Covid quarantine is making you all way too horny.  ⇢ Pairing: Yunho & Mingi x reader ⇢ Genre: smut, fluff.  ⇢ Warnings: extremely cute best friends to lovers, mutual pining, love, oral (f receiving), sex without protection, Big Dick Boys, threesome, hand job, fingering, thigh riding, semi-sub Mingi, dom Yunho, sleepy sex, mentions of covid, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cock warming, spitting, pet name “Tiny”, Mingi is “pretty boy”, Yunho fucks her STUPID, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 8.9k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, uni!Ateez, frat boy ateez, covid-19 ateez, non-idol au, uni au, 

It’s cold outside, and you can’t believe you have to be the one trekking through the weather when they’re the ones with a car. Well, you suppose calling Mingi’s shit hand me down 2001 Honda Civic a “car” is a little too nice. But here you are, walking up the steps to their apartment building, cold, and bundled in a jacket, simply because Yunho declared three weeks ago while drunk that he would no longer ‘lower himself to the level of that shit piece of crap Honda fucking Civic’.

His words had made Mingi cry a little, and you’d had to fight Yunho about it afterwards. He’d won of course, easily pinning you down, but your struggle had been enough to cheer Mingi up. You’d tried at least.

You don’t even have to hit the button to call up to their apartment, the door clicks, signalling the unlock. You bet Mingi’s been watching the street from the window again. You head up to the third floor where Mingi and Yunho have an apartment. Mingi throws the door open before you even knock, a huge grin on his face.

He’s dressed in an oversized light pink crew neck and some grey sweatpants that still have your high school crest on them. You’re wearing your matching ones. Movie night is sacred, and you all have to look the part. His glasses are round, and they show off his dazzling eyes, which always seem to sparkle in wonder at the world around him.

He pulls you into a warm Mingi hug, lifting you off the ground to bring you inside. His shirt smells like lavender, and you’re shocked the two of them have finally started using the detergent Mingi’s mom had dropped off months ago when he’d first moved. The lavender is nice, and it makes you smile as you burry your face against the soft fabric, breathing in the warmth and aura of your best friend.

“You’re cold!” Mingi says when he lets you go, looking at you with wide eyes.

“It’s cold outside.” you note.

“It looks cold.” Mingi agrees, nodding and his lip pouting out a little in sympathy. He hates being cold, and is always bundled up in more than is ever necessary. 

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