#i have tmrw to get the house back in order so housemates dont come back to chaos lol

[indiegame]

dude help

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ want me ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis so i’ll be everywhere you’ll be and i’ll go anywhere you want me. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / non-idol!au / somewhat mutual pining / definitely pining of some sort besties / very soft scenes of angst / best friends to lovers / slight insecure reader / this will come as a surprise when you get to his part but junhui is not a love interest / sexual topics (just conversation and gyu + reader awkwardly in an adult shop) ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing mingyu x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 4.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note inspired by ‘want me’ by baby queen; synopsis is lyrics from the song. anyways i cant have another bias, gyu.

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You’d spend all day admiring him if you could without seeming like a literal psychopath outside of your daily schedules. Your best friend and housemate Kim Mingyu worked in a fancy suit and tie store you’d already expressively said was way out of his league - in the politest way, that is. In your eyes, Mingyu should have followed his college passion of fashion design yet he was spending his day greeting men with more money than him and showing them different coloured blazers. Yourself on the other hand had found yourself working at a local florist shop after you dropped out of college early. It was owned by a college senior who’d already graduated - Wen Junhui and you’d acquired the job through a close friend of yours, Lee Seokmin. 

“What’s for dinner?” Mingyu commented as he kicked off his shoes, following you as he stretched his shoulders while you shuffled your coat off.

“Why don’t you cook for once?” You scoffed, looking over your shoulder at him as you walked through the entrance of your house together. Mingyu huffed, his suit blazer folded over his arm and a few buttons of his dress shirt were undone. Clearing your throat, you turned back around and flopped onto one of the couches in your living room.

“Y/n, I literally cooked last night,” Mingyu whined, placing his blazer on the back of dining chair before he sat on the other couch, “if you don’t want to cook we can just order food.”

You pursed your lips, folding your arms across your chest and he flicked through the TV menus using the the remote. Unfortunately you could still catch the way his arms flexed when he moved or the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped thanks to the muggy heat in the house out of the corners of your eyes and you loathed it. This was supposed to be anything but a crush - he was your best friend. The two of you joked that little college love affairs never made it far but it was like the trope was spiting you. Quietly, your phone pinged from your jean pocket and you pulled it out. 

seokminnie: when is our next delivery boss junnie: tmrw boss junnie: why boss junnie: what have u done seokminnie: i DID NOTHING seokminnie: i feel betrayed seokminnie: anyways we got a semi decent order from some guy wanting to ask a girl out boss junnie: love how you call it semi decent seokminnie: well he’s supposed to be bringing a small gift tomorrow morning before he goes to work for us to put in the bouquet seokminnie: he wants it after his work tmrw y/n: seokmin do you know how to send things in one message seokminnie: don’t sound so middle aged y/n we’re in our 20s y/n: if it means you put coherent sentences together, i’d even let you call me a karen boss junnie: who is even scheduled for shift tomorrow y/n: not me chief seokminnie: me and heeyoung i think boss junnie: i’m coming in just to make sure you two dont fuck shit up seokminnie: yknow i’m starting to doubt if you like me

“Work group chat?” Mingyu quipped as you threw your phone down onto the couch beside you, tilting your head back as you tried to relax for a few moments.

“Mhm,” you hummed, not opening your eyes as Mingyu made a soft noise, “what are we ordering?”

“Well I was about to ask you that.” Mingyu chuckled and you grimaced, chewing the inside of your cheek as you raised your head and grabbed your phone. 

“You choose, I’ll be in my room so call me when it’s here.” You sauntered to your room, not pausing to even see if Mingyu would argue your sudden disappearance as you shut your bedroom door with a sigh. 

Things shouldn’t be this difficult, you thought as you fell onto your neatly made bed, ruffling the sheets. Yet you knew you were at Mingyu’s beck and call without him even acknowledging it and you had been for years. He could have told you to move out this morning and you’d be gone in a heartbeat if that’s what he wanted. 

-

You sang softly to your music as you cleaned the house’s kitchen that you shared with Mingyu. It wasn’t overly messy but there were empty takeaway containers everywhere and some still had leftovers in that you would sort into tupperware for tonight’s dinner. Seeing things all over the counters frustrated you but it was a rare sight, Mingyu was a good hand at keeping the house in tip-top condition if you hadn’t already. Your phone’s notification sound interrupted the song playing momentarily and you groaned, hoping they weren’t calling you in to help with this bouquet order.

seokminnie: yah y/n y/n: no i’m not coming into work seokminnie: rude i don’t need you anyway seokminnie: but thats not why i’m here boss junnie: long story short, y/n your mate mingyu? y/n: what about him? boss junnie: is he seeing someone? seokminnie: she must be so pretty to get mingyu’s attention seokminnie: mr fashion expert

You held your phone away from your face, your hand shaking slightly as you looked around the kitchen and tried to process Junhui and Seokmin’s interrogation. Was Mingyu seeing someone? He would have told you but putting a gift in a bouquet of flowers would be definitely something he would do, he’d expressed he liked the idea in the comments of one of your instagram posts showcasing an example of said bouquet idea. 

Clearing your throat as if they were expecting a response in person, you lifted your phone again. 

y/n: idk he hasnt mentioned anything y/n: bet he chose nice colours tho

You put your phone down on the counter once more, leaning back beside it as you stared at the white lights in the ceiling and swallowed a suffocating lump in your throat. Maybe you’d fucked up the chance to finally be honest with your best friend and that thought was eating you alive. Not only that but Seokmin was right, she had to be pretty in order to get the Kim Mingyu’s attention - you’d long learnt that he was not only picky with most things but also his partners. 

-

Mingyu came home slightly later than expected after he’d texted you to eat the leftovers without him. He carried this big beam on his chiseled face and radiated the most excitable aura as he entered the house, shuffling his extra items of clothing off as he made his way to where you sat in the living room. You glanced at him before continuing to paint your nails.

“I guess she liked the flowers?” You commented as you set yourself to focus on your task at hand. Out of the corner of your eyes, Mingyu faltered in the doorway and paused.

“How did you know-” Mingyu began to question as if you’d been stalking his date, causing you to cut him off.

“You went to my work place, Gyu. You expect Junhui and Seokmin to forget who you are when you literally live with me?” You quirked a brow, raising your head to look over at him. His face fell from its beam.

“Sort of,” he whispered, clearing his throat as he slowly moved to sit on his couch as he noticed the tense aura you’d created, “look I was going to tell you, y/n but you know how my past dates have gone and I didn’t want to say anything until it was a positive conversation.”

“You don’t have to tell me, you know?” You sighed, finishing your nails as you admired them slightly, putting the nail polish down carefully. Mingyu frowned, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his knees.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Mingyu mumbled, his eyes glancing over your form as you sat in a pair of clean silk pajamas that still smelt of fresh cotton and laundry detergent. He looked over the yellow nail polish you’d chosen and the iced coffee you had sat on the coffee table in front of you or the way you had your crocheted blanket his friend Minghao had gifted you for Christmas over your legs that he bet you’d shaved. He knew your routine well, he knew fresh silk pajamas meant you’d shaved because you loved the feeling it had on your skin and bedsheets. 

“Nothing, Gyu,” your voice was meek and quiet as you hung your head low in nothing but disappointment towards yourself, “I hope she treats you better than the last.”

-

boss junnie: y/n are you okay y/n: why are you texting me outside of the gc boss junnie: is it illegal??? y/n: if i say it is will you delete this convo boss junnie: i’m just trying to check on you omfg boss junnie: you called in sick but i know damn well it aint your hayfever y/n you work in a florist all year around y/n: gyu never told me he was talking to someone y/n: idk its stupid jun boss junnie: you still like him? after all these years boss junnie: damn y/n y/n: told you it was stupid boss junnie: ill be over in five

A soft noise came from your throat as you placed your phone down on the bed beside you, laying back down on your back as you sighed. Junhui was stubborn but he also knew you well for some reason, you’d considered Seokmin leaking your secrets but you weren’t interested enough to interrogate either of them and certainly not now since you’d been keeping yourself in your room rewatching your favourite TV series ten times over. Call it stupid, you’d reckoned since you wasn’t even dating Mingyu in the first place but this felt like heartbreak. 

When another text from Junhui confirmed he was outside your front door, you slowly emerged from your bedroom quietly, listening to the mellow sounds of female laughter and Mingyu’s voice downstairs. A heavy lump formed in your throat and you hurried down the stairs, bee-lining it straight for the front door as you unlocked it and was met face-to-face with Junhui, who held a bouquet of baby’s breath mixed with roses. Your eyes fell to the bouquet and you cracked a soft smile, not missing Mingyu’s voice in the background as he stated “that’s my housemate, y/n.” 

“Come in, do you want a drink?” You asked quietly, stepping aside for the tall male who simply showed his teeth in a grin, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, let’s just get you back to your room.” Junhui murmured as he slipped out of his canvas shoes. You let out an affirmative nod and turned on your heel, heading straight for the staircase and ignoring Mingyu’s calls for you in the living room as Junhui followed closely. 

To Mingyu, he sat looking over his shoulder at the doorway since he knew you had no choice but to pass it if you’d headed to the front door. Mingyu assumed you’d ordered takeaway but he wanted you to quickly meet Jisoo - and he also wanted to see your face since you’d seemed to have avoided him as of recent. But all he got in response to his calls of your name was your figure saunter by, wrapped in your comfort blanket as you didn’t even acknowledge him and eventually, the tall figure of Junhui following behind you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hands. 

Mingyu cleared his throat, pretending that he wasn’t lowkey pressed over the situation but he was in fact wondering why Junhui was here at ten o’clock at night and especially with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Turning back to Jisoo, who was cuddled up to his side, he smiled sweetly - “she must not feel well, I’ll get her to meet you another day.”

With Junhui on your heel, you shut your bedroom door and let out a stressed sigh, falling to the carpeted floor with your blanket still wrapped around you - turning you into a swaddle of fabric on the floor. Junhui sighed, pouring some of your water from your bottle into your favourite vase that had been empty for a few months before quietly arranging the bouquet he’d brought you. 

“What gift was it?” You uttered in a hushed voice from your gremlin form on the floor. Junhui made a noise, raising a brow as he turned to face you.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, his hands still dandily working on the flower arrangement he was creating.

“The gift Mingyu put in that bouquet,” you exhaled, finally raising yourself to shuffle over to your bed, “what was it?”

“If I tell you will you stop asking questions for the rest of the time I’m here?” Junhui finished his arrangement, sitting on the edge of your bed gently as you made a gentle noise, “I am here to distract you after all - but it was a bracelet.”

A sickly smile crossed your face as you nodded, further wrapping the blanket around you as you laid down and brought one of your teddies to your chest. You couldn’t help but reminisce all the times Mingyu would window shop jewellery with you and you wondered if he’d gotten a bracelet you pointed out once. Junhui shuffled to sit beside you, his back against your headboard and his lanky legs stretched out before him as he grabbed your TV remote. 

“I was watching something.” You mumbled into the fabric around you and Junhui scoffed with a laugh.

“For the hundredth time? You could quote that by now,” Junhui mused and you narrowed your eyes up at the older male, who simply smiled down, “is your playstation connected? You wanted me to do a full playthrough of Resident Evil 7 for you because you’re too coward.”

“I’m not a coward,” you quickly interjected, somewhat offended by the male, “but yes it’s connected... thank you.”

Junhui brushed back the blanket covering your head to stroke unkept hair from your face with a faltered smile. You cracked one back, your lips chapped and slightly busted from where you had chewed them. 

“Of course, y/n, now come on.” At his words, you shuffled to rest your head on his lap, still a little swaddled by your blanket and a teddy tucked into your chest as you watched him play. Junhui would occasionally stroke at your head, slowly brushing it with his fingers during cutscenes and what not. 

-

You were slowly overcoming Mingyu and his new partner and Junhui kept you plenty company, even bringing takeaway some nights when he came to play horror games for you to watch because like he said, you were too coward to play them yourself - yet you still brought them knowing Junhui would happily play them for you. Eventually you returned to work, tending to the flowers as Seokmin and Junhui bickered behind you. 

You were too lost in your own thoughts to acknowledge what they’d started bickering about this time, still debating how pretty this girl must be to have Mingyu so set on her. She must be so much prettier than you, you thought and proceeded to sigh. It hadn’t been long since you’d even had a dream where Mingyu had called you pretty and stupidly, your dream self had told him he was wrong. 

“Y/n?” Seokmin whined, as if asking you for an opinion on their argument. You raised your eyes, glancing between the two men. Junhui quirked a brow before laughing.

“She hasn’t a clue what’s going on...” Junhui teased and you rolled your eyes, continuing to cut the stems on today’s delivery. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t.” You mumbled, not catching the frowns that fell onto the two men’s faces.

-

❝No offense but it makes no sense You're in her bed then you're driving home and playing my cassette Because you want me and you just don't know it yet❞

Humming to your music, you scrolled through the Spotify app on your laptop whilst you laid on your front, kicking your feet in the air mindlessly. Your eyes fell to the sidebar which showed what your friends were listening to and Mingyu was active, listening to the playlist you’d made for his car. You remembered begging him to let you make a playlist that you could play in his car and he was so reluctant but he grew on it. It surprised you that he was listening to it right now. You paused, recalling that he was going out with Jisoo today. Was he driving with her?

-

Slowly you began to come to terms with the situation. You shouldn’t be sulking in your room and avoiding Mingyu after all the years he’d been your best friend simply because of your own pathetic obsession with unrequited love and guilt of a missed chance with him. Sitting on your couch in the living room, you sipped your iced coffee as you thumbed through social media on your phone. 

“I’m making steak tonight,” Mingyu called as he kicked shut the front door, causing you to lift your head as he appeared in the entrance way, “my treat.”

He grinned, his hands carrying flimsy plastic grocery bags that looked like they were just about to rip. 

“Should probably put them down,” you gestured to the bags in his hands which caused him to hesitate as he looked down at them, “before you’re scrambling to pick up onions.” 

Mingyu laughed awkwardly, nodding as he disappeared as quick as he had appeared. You listened to the rustling of the grocery bags fade into the kitchen before you let out a melodramatic sigh. 

-

❝Be my guest, go on and waste your life inside her bed now I bet you get bored having sex Because you want me and you just don't know it yet❞

How the fuck you’d let Mingyu drag you into this shop, you had no bloody idea. In fact, you could barely drag him into it on a good day so now the roles were reversed you didn’t quite know how to process it. You flickered your gaze to Mingyu’s furrowed brows as he examined the multiple toys in front of the two of you. You were keeping your distance, just in case the staff assumed you were the girlfriend at hand here. 

“Y/n help me,” he whined softly, turning to look at your stiff posture as your eyes widened, “why are you girls so difficult to please?”

“Maybe it’s down there,” you scoffed, gesturing to his crotch and Mingyu pouted, jutting his lower lip out in offense, “I don’t know. Has sex really got this bad with her?”

Mingyu sighed, standing straight once more - causing the male to tower over you again. One of your hands propped itself on your hip as another one stroked the silk material of a blindfold, not that you were debating it but you certainly had a thing for silk and it was heavily reflected in all of your pajama sets. 

“I think, yeah,” Mingyu mumbled, tilting his head back and giving you a chance to examine that sharp jaw he’d refined with his gym obsession recently, “I guess I’m a little bored. Maybe she is too, but I just don’t seem to be doing anything right.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy for either of you.” You quipped, quirking a brow as you turned back to the toys in front of you. Recently every time Mingyu spoke of Jisoo, something negative was admitted. She was spending more time with her friends than him now, so he was seeing her less and now this. 

Mingyu made a soft noise of acknowledgement, grabbing your wrist and leading you out of the stuffy store. 

-

gyu: r u awake y/n: what do you want y/n: you’re not having my leftovers gyu: seriously y/n gyu: can i come to your room gyu: i’m on my way home rn y/n: are you driving?? y/n: wtf gyu y/n: you should have fucking called y/n: fine you can come to my room y/n: drive safe asshole

Mingyu’s knock on your bedroom door when he arrived home was almost mute but you still managed to hear it over the lowered volume of your TV, playing a video game playthrough you’d started in placement of missing Junhui’s gameplay - he said he’d start uploading some to youtube if it appealed to you though. You called Mingyu in, watching as he appeared in the slither of your door and shut it behind him. His eyes were red, his tanned cheeks tearstained and his hair a ruffled mess as you quickly sat forward.

“Gyu?” You whispered, knitting your brows together as you beckoned him to your bed from where he stood awkwardly by your door. He sauntered over, not uttering a word as he sat down on your plush mattress and sniffled softly.

“We should have seen the signs,” he laughed with a voice crack, a sickly smile on his face as he fell back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling, “she was cheating, y/n.”

Your face fell as you crawled across the bed to his side, resting your legs by his head so you could lift it gently onto your lap. Mingyu’s teary eyes fell to your figure above him. You cupped a hand to his face, frowning as you wiped a tear with your thumb.

“I’m so sorry, Gyu,” you choked out apologetically and he shook his head a little, leaning slightly into your other hand as it ran through his fluff of hair, “it seemed so good at the start too.”

“Too good to be true apparently,” Mingyu mumbled, one of his clammy hands reaching up to cup your hand on his cheek. It suffocated your skin in heat but you didn’t mind, “maybe it’s for the best I don’t date.”

You scowled, shaking your head as Mingyu’s other hand raised to rub his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his body as his chest rose and fell to calm his crying. 

“Of course not, don’t be so stupid,” You scolded him, almost tempted to flick his forehead like you always did, “you’ll find someone Gyu.”

Every part of you wished it would be you, now that the deities above seemed to have opened a new chance for you to admit a year long obsession with your best friend but you held your breath, mentally shaking the thought from your head. Mingyu needed time and he needed you - as his best friend. His eyelashes fluttered shut and you hummed.

“Go get washed up and changed into something comfy, you can come watch playthroughs with me,” you stroked his cheek once more before you pulled away from the male, watching him rise to sit as he let out a soft yawn, “you can fall asleep in my bed if you want, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Don’t be so stupid it’s your bed,” Mingyu scoffed, glancing over his shoulder at you before turning away, “actually, y/n, is it okay if we cuddle? You don’t have to-”

“Of course Gyu,” you cracked a smile at his request, watching his eyes light up a little as he looked over at you again, “now go on, you stink and I’m not cuddling you while you stink.”

-

❝So I'll be everywhere that you'll be And I'll go anywhere you want me Yeah, I'll go anywhere you want me Want me, want me if you want me❞

“Good day at work?” Mingyu chirped as you slid into the passenger seat of his car, your thighs already sticking to the leather seats in the South Korean heat. You let out a groan as you buckled your seatbelt in. 

“I swear there’s too many wedding anniversaries recently - who even chooses summer to get married?” You whined as Mingyu began driving, listening as he laughed at your complaints.

“Plenty of people, y/n, it’s nice weather.” He rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers on the wheel as you sat in traffic. You huffed, puffing your cheeks out. 

“Yeah, well it’s stupid,” you threw a tiny tantrum as you folded your arms across your chest, looking out of the car window, “I just want to run a bubble bath and chill.”

“About that,” Mingyu hummed and your eyes narrowed in his direction instantly, “ayo, lay off the daggers young lady, I just want to take you to the beach.”

You furrowed your brows momentarily, debating whether you should complain about Mingyu’s nice gesture but you ultimately decided to keep your mouth shut. Anyway, where ever Mingyu was you wasn’t far behind, so if he wanted to go to the beach than so be it. 

By the time the two of you arrived at the coast, the sun had began its darkening red fade into the horizon, reflecting into the waves as you slipped off your sandals and wandered in the sand barefoot. Mingyu stood beside you in the shallow water, his socks and shoes beside yours not that far behind you in the sand. 

“It’s so pretty.” You whispered as you let the breeze blow your hair and pleated skirt lightly, hugging you in light evening warmth. Mingyu hummed in agreement.

“Just like you.” He mused and you tensed, your body still as you debated whether this was the dream you’d had all those months ago. 

“Yeah right,” you laughed lightly, a little awkward as you tried to process his compliment, “nothing beats the beauty of the sunset.”

Mingyu rolled his eyes with a scoff you barely heard over the sound of the waves. 

“You’re so stubborn, you know?” Mingyu huffed and you opened your mouth to bicker at his statement but he continued speaking, leaving you to close your mouth, “How come you’re always on my mind? Ever since we were in college, I see you in every girl I try to date and even when things go south you’re always by my side to do whatever stupid request I think would comfort me. Even after all this time you’re by my side. Then it hit me - with Jisoo, maybe I wasn’t that heartbroken because I never truly found interest in her because the whole relationship I was thinking about you, why you’d been avoiding me and if you was okay. I saw you everywhere.”

The breeze suddenly stung at your eyes - at least that was what you was blaming as you became teary. Your teeth tugged at your lower lip, still somewhat smiling as Mingyu let out a loud sigh as if he’d just released years of pent up emotions out. Slowly, you looked up at him, catching him already looking down at you as the cool water splashed at your feet. 

“Of course I’ll always be by your side,” you whispered, a tear rolling down your rosy cheek, “Anywhere you want me, I’ll be there, Gyu.”

“Is it too bold if I want you under my arm, y/n?” He mumbled, taking a step closer to your body and sheltering you momentarily from the breeze, “please give me a chance.”

You nodded, tip-toeing to kiss him but he’d already leaned down, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as if he would lose you if he was any looser with his grip. But you wasn’t going anywhere, for as long as he wanted you.