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princessleechan · 2 months ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 4 + written chapter

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🖊️Chapter tags: MDNI, DATES ARE VERY IMPORTANT FOR PACING AND COHESION OF THE STORY, mentions of drinking, mention of p*king, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, mentions of insecurity and harrassment, virgin!mingyu, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, more misunderstandings, a big fucking mess, and a bad birthday for Mingyu probably

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Their laughter rang out again, louder this time, as if deliberately mocking you. Every obnoxious chuckle, every smug nudge and playful elbow towards each other drove a spike deeper into your patience. The absurdity of it all—this ridiculous gathering, the smug arrogance radiating from Mingyu and his group of hooligans—it was insufferable. Enough was enough. It was about time you put an end to it.

Fueled by a heady cocktail of audacity and something that you may have randomly picked up on the bar, you pushed yourself to your feet. The room tilted sideways as you stumbled forward, having you moved methodically, carefully as the drinks you’d thrown back earlier take control of your senses. Despite that, you moved, weaving through the crowd as someone who had long since left their sense of self-preservation at the bar. Your finger shot out as you approached, shaking but pointed directly at your target.

“You…” The word barely made it past your lips, thick and tangled as if it was marinating on the base of your tongue.

Mingyu’s eyes landed on you, his brows arching in exaggerated surprise. Slowly, he rose from his lounge chair, his towering frame casual but alert, knowing he was bound to cross paths with you tonight one way or the another. “Hey. Small world,” he greeted with a stiff grin. “You having fun tonight?”

Your vision tunneled, your pulse pounding so hard it seemed to drown out the noise around you. “Oh, you entitled motherfuckers,” you spat.

“Uh, sorry?” Mingyu’s voice wavered slightly, confusion flickering in his expression. He squinted at you, thinking about what could’ve set you off. Maybe it was the alcohol muddling his thoughts, or maybe he had actually done something wrong and had not realized.

“You,” you said again, your tone a low growl as you took another step closer, your gaze boring into his. “Kim, you’ve got some fucking nerve.”

Mingyu held up his hands, palms out, an awkward smile plastered on his face as he took a cautious step forward. “Hey, hey, let’s take it easy. Whatever’s going on, we can fix it, okay? Just tell me what I did—what we did—and I’ll make it right.”

You scoffed, your lips curling into a bitter smile. Glancing back at the onlookers who had paused their conversations to watch the spectacle, you arched a brow as if to say, Can you believe this guy?

“You think because you come from money, you’re better than everyone else?” you hissed, turning your attention back to Mingyu.

“What? No, of course not!” Mingyu’s tone was defensive, his confusion deepening. He was starting to realize you must’ve overheard something—something you clearly took the wrong way, though he couldn’t piece together what. His mind raced, desperately trying to figure out how to defuse the somehow quickly escalating situation. “Look, if this is about what we were saying earlier—”

“Everything is just perfect in your perfect little world, isn’t it?” you snapped, cutting him off. Before he could respond, you launched yourself at him, your weight throwing him off balance as your fists clung to the front of his shirt.

“Whoa—hey!” Mingyu stumbled, his hands instinctively moving to steady you, gripping your waist to keep you from toppling over. “Please, I don’t even know what you’re saying. Let’s just—let’s get you some water, yeah? Maybe find your friends, or—”

“No!” Your voice rose, shaking as you clawed at his shirt again, your grip stubborn. “F-fucking jerks, all of you—”

And then it happened. One moment, you were mid-rant, your words slurring together as you tried to explain whatever drunken logic had brought you here. The next, your stomach lurched violently, and before either of you could react, you vomited all over him.

The room seemed to go silent for a beat, save for the muffled sound of your retching and Mingyu’s horrified gasp. For a second, neither of you moved, frozen in a lapse of mutual disbelief.

One moment, you’d been ready to confront Mingyu—the coworker you work in very close proximity with who you decided deserved to be on the other end of your wrath, and the next, your upchucked cherry shots and overpriced nachos was dripping from his very nice shirt.

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princessleechan · 4 days ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 16 + written chapter (suggestive)

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🖊️Chapter tags: MDNI, mentions of drinking, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, mentions of insecurity and harrassment, virgin!mingyu, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, suggestive, light petting, a curious mingyu, a fear of heights, heated intoxicated kisses,(w.c. 1.1k)

After a flight of stairs, nearly throwing out your back, and a very long elevator ride, you finally made it up to your floor that just had to be at the very top when the gala was held at the very bottom. The weight you carried, large and limp, made no effort to ease your trip and instead dragged at your side, a wide drunken smile on his face as you lugged him all the way to your shared hotel room.

“Almost there,” you announced, straining your voice.

“How did we get up here?” He slurred, head turning left and right at the walls.

“No thanks to you,” you mumbled before swiping your room key and pushing the very large man inside, kicking the door behind you shut.

You helped his jacket off him before letting him fall against the bed on his side, and you fell right beside him, equally tired. Although you hadn’t had nearly enough to drink as he did, you felt just as lifeless from carrying his ass up the stairs, towards the elevator, and dragging him to the room alone as if carrying on a well-deserved punishment.

You panted, resting your hand against your restless heart, until you noticed the man beside you starting to sit up, having his own ideas in mind.

“What are you doing over there, buddy?” You peered over at him.

He began rolling off the bed, crawling on the ground, and pressing his fingers against the glass on the windows. He gasped, eyes blazed with shock as the city lights took his sights to way down below, stretching his view from the bottom of the streets to where he stood long and tall, making him feel as if he was standing on top of the world. “We’re up so high…I’m afraid of heights!”

“Okay,” You dragged him back to bed where he flopped right back down, stroking his head to soothe him as if he were a child.

It made you think back to the last time you had to babysit someone. You were twelve sitting some kid about half your age and you really wanted money for new shoes in a school full of kids with the latest brands of them. If young you could look at you now.

He sighed, already feeling better. Naturally, he then moved to push his head in your lap, not noticing how you tensed up in response and just watched as he shifted his grown man body to find himself an optimal position to relax in.

You took a beat, eyes darting around the room as if checking to see if anyone else was seeing this, but remembered that you were alone, together, in a single-bed hotel room. You could not make this shit up. “Yeah…you’re gonna regret this in the morning,” you commented before returning to stroke the side of his head. “Hell, I’m gonna regret this.”

“You smell nice…” Mingyu said dreamily, causing you to snicker. “Thanks.”

“And you look so pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“But you always look pretty.”

Your cheeks grew a little warm, not sure if you could handle more of his honesty tonight, “Alright–”

But he continued, “–Even when you’re mean and ignoring me–why do you do that by the way?”

You sighed and you began to slowly phase out of the gentle caresses, the reality dawning on you as the regret slipped through with it. “Mingyu–”

He waved his hand in the air, his grin growing wide as he bared his pretty canines that made his smile uniquely his. “I don’t understand it…but it’s okay.”

“It’s okay?”

He got up from your lap to face you and nodded sweetly as he hummed a confirmation between his closed lips. “I’m sure you have your reasons.”

He took your hand and put it back on his head, guiding you to pet him again, “For now, just do this,” to which you obliged, bittersweetly smiling at him as he was beaming back at you.

It went on like that for several moments, just silence and him leaning into your touch while you let him and enjoying it felt the more awful. You shouldn’t even be in the same room as him, let alone petting him like a sweet puppy. The predicament you got yourself into was only something that would’ve happened if you let your guard down, which you should’ve avoided as humanly possible. Work came first and foremost and even your guilt for how you treated him, your perception of him, couldn’t be an excuse for your lapse in judgment.

“I feel safe around you,” he confessed, dazed eyes staring back at you fondly.

You let out a chuckle full of air, then shook your head at his naivety. “You shouldn’t, but ok.”

He softly pouted, “Why?”

“Nothing.”

“You always do a good job at work and have no reason to lie to me.”

“That doesn’t mean you should feel safe around me and how do you know I’ve never lied to you, you wouldn’t have known if I lied to you. That’s the point of lying,” you lectured as your hand moved away from him.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t then,” he challenged, jabbing your shoulder.

“Mingyu–”

He leaned forward, jutting his lips in a childish impatient pout. “Tell me.”

You rolled your eyes, mirroring him until you were only inches apart, watching as his eyes shifted in response and gripped the bed sheets underneath him. Your eyes teasingly moved from his rapid blinking eyes to his quivering lips.

“Because maybe…one day, you’ll just be a little too cute for me to control myself.”

You broke out in a smile with his lack of questions after. As if time stood still, he stay stationary, not dare moving an inch—with the exception of the shallow rise and falls of his chest, holding back the organ threatening to jump out of his body. Satisfied, you attempted to retreat to a reasonable distance until you felt a hand land on your wrist on the bed, pinning you in place.

His gaze softened and drifted south of your features as his lips parted. Another arm extended toward you, his hand reaching towards your face hesitantly to hold and thumb over your chin, your amused smile fading in front of him. Not a second to waste, he closed the distance, finding your lips between his in an eager chase.

Initially, you’re startled and balled fists of sheets of your own, surprised that he’d make the first move—or a move at all. Then the bridge of his nose grazed yours, his fingers extended and splayed from your chin to your neck, and you started to feel yourself gradually succumb to his touch. Your eyes drifted close just as his peeked open, locking eyes in an incandescent heated moment that made your knees buckle, your heart thrum, and your thighs squeeze.

Taking sharp inhales, you both immediately tried finding something to grab on one another—whether it be clothes or limbs—something on your person, and crushed your lips together with no space for oxygen in between.

You whimpered softly as you felt teeth, growing only hotter as he claimed the back of your head, his tongue tracing your mouth, brushing against your tongue, and working until the only remaining sounds that could heard in the room were your hungry moans; wet, slick kisses; and the creaking of the bed as positions—and air shifted.

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princessleechan · 5 days ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 15 Written Chapter

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🖊️Chapter tags: MDNI, MENTIONS OF HARRASMENT, STALKING OF A MINOR, INSECURITY, ANXIETY, TRAUMA, DARKER THEMES, mentions of drinking, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, virgin!mingyu, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, an inside to Mingyu and his friendships, a small makeover, a tragic backstory, (w.c. 1.9k)

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

From the vanity where you freshen up your makeup, you gestured over to Mingyu’s all-black attire buttoned all the way up to his collar and thoroughly tucked in his pants that were pulled up too high. You wanted to choose your words carefully, maintaining an air of amicable camaraderie, but the displeased look was quick to betray you.

He felt nervously at his collar, unsure of his evening attire suddenly. “Yes, why? What’s wrong with it?”

“You…look like you’re attending a funeral.” You responded honestly, realizing sugarcoating did no one any good, especially at a networking event with plenty of influential faces and names.

“I wanted to blend in.”

“All black can be chic and cool, but, this is…not so much, let me just,” you strode toward him, pulling and smoothing your hand over the lapels of his suit jacket before unfurling the buttons that were begging to be set free.

He gulped, losing his footing as he felt your presence get closer, your body heat radiate hotter. “What are you—“

“Just trust the process.”

His panic only worsened as your hands reached for his belt–no, right above it, untucking his dress shirt and letting it lay relaxed on his body. Then you reached over for his collar, fingers brushing against his accelerating pulse and pebbling the skin hidden under his sleeves as you unlatched the buttons that had him by his throat. Button by button, you slowly exposed more skin, leaving a teasing sliver of his clavicle, and topping him off by propping and pressing the collar down for an effortless style. “Looks good, but it’s missing something.”

You headed for your luggage, procuring some accessories that would suit him as much as they did you, if not better. Bringing them to eye level, you analyzed which would best suit him as he peered from the side curiously. “These might do it.”

You held the chains against his neck, sorting through your selection before deciding on two simple ones with small emblems. “Bend down or something so I can reach.”

Your model obliged, lowering to your level and letting you display your jewelry on his neck, slightly beguiled by your interest in dressing him and making a show of it. “Not Swarovski or Gucci, but it should be fine. Take a look, what do you think?”

You brought him toward the mirror, letting his reflection bounce back off to him and for a second you see the way his eyes light up like they once had before. Like he radiated light, pure joy. Yet, it all disappeared in a matter of seconds, his smile of satisfaction turned into one bittersweet. “It’s…too nice.”

“Too nice?”

He fiddled with the necklace, playing with the charm before giving an apologetic look at you through the reflection. “I was hoping not to draw any attention tonight.”

“Kinda hard not to being you,” you pointed out.

He turned to face you, an apparent hurt expression on his face. “I feel like a zoo animal when people look at me. And they’re always looking.”

You shrugged, “Because you’re rich? Good looking? Everything you touch turns into gold? Kind of hard not to be intrigued.”

“It’s not that simple. Not for me.”

You rolled your eyes, not in the mood to be caught up in the theatrics of the upper class or what riddles he might have for you. “Okay, then explain it to me,” you challenged.

He sat on the bed, forearms resting on his thighs as a sullen look took over his features. “I’ve been treated a certain way my whole life, and sure maybe it was nice at first. People complimented me. I felt good about how I looked. I even got nice gifts for a while. I felt special. But it wasn’t until I met people that ruined it for me that I….” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and mussing it, the unwanted memories haunting him like a ghost latched on his back, following him in the form of shadows and paranoia in its wake.

“When you have money, people use you, that goes without saying. I’m not stupid, I don’t go around throwing my money like any other kid with a trust fund…but because I look a certain way I get treated like property as if I didn’t have rights to my privacy, bodily autonomy, my own home,” he gulped running through the images, visibly reliving every painful second of his life.

Guilt tore you up from the inside, stabbing and twisting in your chest as if you were on the end of Mingyu's childhood trauma knife. Regret and apologies burned the tip of your tongue. “Mingyu, you don't have to—“

“—I’m objectified no matter where I am as if I wasn’t a human just like everyone else. My name attached to everything that had everything to do with my family didn’t make it any easier. It…was violating. I felt trapped. I was never alone because of these followers—these stalkers, but I felt the loneliest I’ve ever been in my entire life.

“I was thirteen years old and I had so many eyes tracking my every move like I was a criminal on the run. So I acted like one and took everything with me. I erased my entire life, moved away from my immediate family, and gave myself a new life. I was homeschooled under the care of my grandfather, then my uncle, until college where I was just another face. Large enough to scare people off, but normal enough that could blend into the crowd and weave through without any issues. My name is also just common enough to get by, but still, a thorn to my side because every time I’d hear it on the street, I-I flinch thinking someone recognized me. Like they found out about me. Or remembered me as a kid. That this Kim Mingyu was the one they were looking for and I’m back to running away all over again.”

You expelled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and you bowed your head. Meeting his eyes now after all that’s happened, all that you’ve done, and the way you’ve been treating him, you were no different. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head reassuringly, trying to muster up a smile as he tried fixing his hair, peeking at the mirror. “It’s not your fault, anxiety is weird, it festers from little tiny nerves before it becomes a big monster and swallows you up from the inside out. I don’t recommend having it.”

“It gets that way for me too,” You reassured, sitting on the bed with a modest space between you both.

“You? You get anxious?”

You nodded, answering back earnestly. “There are just times when things get too far. People test our limits and we…break.”

Mingyu felt validated. Like he waited all his life to hear something like that and he didn’t realize it until now. We break. We were only flesh and bones, of course, we did.

In the midst of his clarity, you snapped your fingers, reaching a eureka of your own. “I think I have an idea that might just help. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You reached around the exact article of clothing you were looking for out of your suitcase and took it with you to the bathroom to change into, leaving Mingyu patiently waiting with his thoughts. Staring at his reflection, he played with the chains that hung off his neck, a smile growing at how they complimented the rest of his attire, noticing that they completed his look.

He liked how he looked in the mirror. He liked it more knowing you curated this look for him. Warmth bloomed in his chest, your satisfied face coming to mind when you brought him up to the mirror, smiling at him as if he was something to be proud of. Like you were proud of him. The sensation suddenly tightened as if it was clutching onto the rare image before it inevitably disappeared into the depths of his mind.

“Okay!” You exclaimed through the thickness of the bathroom door, bursting out soon after to showcase a new cocktail dress with its tags freshly ripped off and discarded in the bathroom’s wastebasket. “So the attention won't all be on you.”

The ruched black piece tastefully covered your assets but hugged your frame to accentuate the curves and lines, cutting off at your knees and exposing your legs while its backside cascaded a train, following behind you elegantly wherever you walked. The lone witness to the scene felt the room spinning, suddenly parched as a breath was clogged down his throat and he barely managed to push it out to allow himself to speak. Suddenly that sensation wasn’t just tightening, it throbbed, along with another untold part of him. “T-that’ll do it.”

You broke out in a genuine smile, playfully rolling your eyes before strolling over towards him, your footsteps in rhythm to the steadily growing heart rate in the man’s chest. You put out your hand, a single piece of thick chain long enough to wrap around your neck like a collar. “Help me with this necklace please.”

“O-okay.”

Your back turned towards him, patiently waiting as you faced the opposite side of the room. With the necklace in hand, his eyes trailed on the curve of your neck as you pushed your hair aside to reveal the skin vulnerable underneath. Stepping closer, he looped the accessory around your neck, swallowing a lump in his throat as his eyes attempted to train on the necklace and only the necklace. But before he latched it in place, a scent wafted into his nose, beckoning him to the crook of your neck.

Grasping onto hooks of the necklace—despite it having been secured—he stayed, your alluring scent of musk and saccharine perfume fogged his thoughts and left him stationary, fixed as if time stood still. All he could think of at that moment was you, that delectable fragrance, and the supple skin that it stained, only leaving him with the imagination of how sweet it would taste on his tongue.

However, as soon as the necklace fell in place, you started pulling away before the moment could carry on longer than it should’ve and Mingyu found himself snapping out of your spell. He pulled away from you, standing at a healthy and appropriate distance for two work colleagues, as you faced him, feeling at the newly acquired decoration adorned on your neck.

“Thank you. Looks like we’re all ready to go down then.”

He coughed, nodding, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles of his outfit. “It seems we are.”

You hooked your arm, resting your hand on your hip, and nodded it in his direction. Mingyu’s shifty gaze dissolved into one of amusement, raising a brow at your quiet demand. You gave him an entitled look as if his response should’ve been obvious. “Well? Escort me.”

He chuckled, the tension on his shoulders slowly melting away at the lightness in your cadence. “We’re going together?”

“Seems natural, especially now that we’re matching.”

Mingyu splayed a soft smile. He reached for your hand, extending it towards him as he walked over toward you, and wrapped your hand around his bicep, bringing you in close enclosure. You peered up at him, and for once Mingyu didn't look like a nervous wreck. Instead you stared back at a man confident enough to walk into the world with his new eyes, eyes that saw you as if you were the only other person to exist. The only person who could instill that confidence in him.

“Not every day I get to teach you something.”

You scoffed, a corner of your mouth perking up in a grin. “Don’t get used to it.”

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princessleechan · 2 months ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 3

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🖊️Chapter tags: MDNI, DATES ARE VERY IMPORTANT FOR PACING AND COHESION OF THE STORY, mentions of drinking to the point of blacking out, fast paced, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, mentions of insecurity and harrassment, virgin!mingyu, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, an inside to Mingyu and his friendships, a club scene, an unwanted unexpected encounter

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princessleechan · 2 months ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 2

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princessleechan · 18 days ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 12 + written chapter

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🖊️Chapter tags: MDNI, mentions of drinking, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, mentions of insecurity and harrassment, virgin!au, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, (w.c. 911) , more awkwardness, a big accident, only one bed…

You had a plan set in motion in your head. Land safely, take the company car to the hotel (unfortunately the one with Mingyu in it), get into your hotel room to shower, and enjoy the rest of their five-star amenities before waking up early to work the business event the following day in the same building. It seemed fool proof. Yet, the universe had other things in store for you.

“I’m sorry, there has to be some mistake. Please check in again, maybe the spelling is wrong. It’s all on my ID,” You insisted to the person at the front desk, your eyebrows furrowing anxiously.

She shook her head as she made another attempt typing away at her keyboard. “No, I’m sorry ma’am, there is no reservation for today under that name.”

You shut your eyes, begging this all to be some horrific nightmare as you pinched your forearm to finally wake up, but you would only open your eyes to realize that this was a reality you had no chance of escaping from.

Your eyes turned to Mingyu over your shoulder, who stood timid for a man who towered over you, eyes rounding out in concern as he was visibly overwashed with guilt. He pressed his lips together as he fiddled his fingers, the outcome of his planning not as perfect as he had thought it was. “Mingyu,” You said sharply, taking a deep breath.

“Y-yes,” He stammered, a bead of sweat just falling down his forehead.

“What happened?”

“I’m not sure, I definitely booked for this hotel–excuse me.” He ushered to stand beside you, standing arm and arm with the velvet ropes posts bordering you both as he directed his attention to the front desk, hands claiming the counter confidently. “My name is Kim Mingyu. My name should be under a reservation unless I made a mistake for myself also.”

The receptionist typed away at the speed of light, coming up with a similar result, shaking her head apologetically. “No, I’m sorry.”

The light dimmed from Mingyu’s eyes, his streak of successes and tasks meeting exemplary results broken. Instead, he was met with humiliation, and in front of his coworker he had nothing but utter respect for no less. Someone who ended up having to face the consequences of his actions.

“But I can double-check for all future dates for all affiliate hotels under our database…And yes, it looks like I was able to find both your names for this location for exactly next month.”

“Next month?” You repeated.

Mingyu groaned, running a hand over his face, ready to crawl inside a hole and never come out. Could it get any worse?

You glanced at Mingyu, initially frustrated at the circumstances but felt it dissipated into sympathy watching him bow his head in shame, embarrassed that he could make such a huge mistake.

You raised a hand behind him hovering just over his back before stopping, stalling in air until you dropped it to your side, pulling back on a patient smile. “That won’t do. Please cancel both those reservations and book us any rooms available. Any two rooms.”

“Unfortunately, this is a very busy time of the year. Most of our rooms are booked except for one single king bed.”

Your eyes shot up, noticing in your peripheral vision that Mingyu did the same. If he had any thoughts on the matter he was keeping them to himself, but Mingyu being Mingyu, his face was an open book. You started to think of alternative courses of action, ones that wouldn’t disrupt or delay anything you both had scheduled. “Well, I see how that would be a problem. Do you recommend any hotels nearby, by chance?”

She gave you a grim look. “I believe the closest hotel within the area is maybe a 30 to 45-minute drive without traffic? Even so, it’s the busy season. They’re likely booked as well.”

Great.

“The king size is very large and can fit two full-grown adults,” The employee attempted to reassure, making your coworker immediately stiffen at the mere thought.

“A couch is also included in the room as well if that makes you more comfortable. Since this is a very unfortunate situation, we can try to accommodate both of you the best we can given your situation. Extra pillows, toiletries, complimentary snacks or breakfast. Your company has been a loyal supplier and member of ours for a long time, we’re so sorry this has happened.”

You raised a brow. “Our company?”

The receptionist nodded before making a quick glance at Mingyu, to which he quickly turned away, a subtle red coloring his cheeks from the overt attention. He took a subtle step back, as if cowering hidden behind you was possible with his height and stature.

“Right,” You nod, making sense of the sudden hospitality that you weren’t used to whenever you traveled with the company. Of course, Mingyu got recognized. “I guess, we’ll take the single room.”

“Hey,” Your head turned to your new roommate, looking back at you as he gripped his luggage handle like a lifeline. “Really? Are you really ok with this?”

This situation wasn’t ideal, but it was the only one you had. “What choice do we have?”

“Wonderful, I will cancel those future reservations and set up that new room for you both.”

The universe was a bitch that knew how to push your buttons. The biggest, reddest button of all being Kim Mingyu.

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princessleechan · 2 months ago

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Seventeen reacts to you feeling insecure about having curly hair

Warning: mentions of insecurities, and doubts of self image, can be triggering to some

#thediamondlifenetwork #svthub #nana writes #asks #anon asks #seventeen smau #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #plc.smaus💕

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princessleechan · 2 months ago

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Ooh didn't know it was still going on!! so what aboutt svt reacting to you editing them to look bad in a pic (prank)

svt reacting to you editing them to look bad in a pic

A/n: Idk why this took so long i need to do more of these enjoy!

#thediamondlifenetwork #svthub #seventeen smau #seventeen fake texts #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen reactions #asks #anon asks #seventeen imagines #requests #plc.smaus💕

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princessleechan · 1 month ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 6

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🖊️Chapter tags: MDNI, DATES ARE VERY IMPORTANT FOR PACING AND COHESION OF THE STORY, mentions of food, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, mentions of insecurity and harrassment, virgin!mingyu, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, finally some bonding?, skeptic!reader, hope core!mingyu

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princessleechan · 25 days ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 9

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🖊️Chapter tags: MDNI, DATES ARE VERY IMPORTANT FOR PACING AND COHESION OF THE STORY, mentions of drinking, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, mentions of insecurity and harrassment, virgin!mingyu, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, drift, 9 to 5ers reappearance

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princessleechan · 12 days ago

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special treatment (m) - chapter 13 + written chapter

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🖊️Chapter tags: MDNI, mentions of drinking, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, mentions of insecurity and harrassment, virgin!mingyu, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, still only one bed, omg there only one shower too, mingyu where's your shirt silly, wandering eyes, (w.c. 1.4k), longer chapter teehee

Mingyu tossed the phone aside when he saw you emerge from the bathroom, wet hair, and towel draped over your shoulders, a hair dryer in hand. His eyes couldn’t help but travel, taking notice of the long satin pajama set covering every inch of your body that wasn’t your feet and hands, and he expelled a sigh of relief, while the back of his mind had a gnawing thought that threatened to disturb the peace.

“Go on ahead,” you said, nodding your head toward the bathroom, “I made sure the floor isn’t too wet for you.”

He quietly thanked you, shooting towards the bathroom without looking back, leaving you with the lingering vision of the subtle red flush on his tan cheeks before the door closed behind him.

Plugging in the hair dryer and letting the hot air run through your wet locks, you sat on the only bed in the room, the very one that mocks you for its singular presence and you sighed. You had no clue how you were going to stay in the room with him, let alone two nights sleeping in the same bed and the thought alone twisted up your stomach.

You had been keeping to yourself for various reasons but that would have to be put on pause if you wanted the trip to go well for the sake of your career. You couldn’t let any more distractions run amok and keep you from performing as well as you should. Not when the reason for your fall from grace was behind that very door.

Tolerating—assimilating to his presence for whatever time you had left on the remainder was key. It was a change in environment, a different challenge for you to face; you like challenges. You could handle this. You just had to ignore the jarring circumstances, like the fact there was a very naked man showering just behind that door, that man being Mingyu.

Speak of the devil, you heard a knock from the bathroom door, realizing the once running water had shut off. You turned off the hair dryer and set it aside on the desk. “Mingyu?”

“Uh,” his voice carried through the door in a timid tone. “I forgot to bring a shirt with me to change into.”

“Oh. Tell me where to find one. I’ll hang it by the door.”

“I took it out of my luggage already, I must’ve dropped it somewhere on the ground.”

“Hold on. Let me try to find it.”

You paced throughout the room, ruffling through the sheets, checking under the desk, and even underneath the bed, but the missing shirt didn't come up, frustrating you more than its owner.

“Anything?”

“No. Just stay there.” You insisted, your voice noticeably agitated.

“Maybe I should just come out.”

“No, you really shouldn’t.”

Not in drawers. Not in the valuables safe that neither of you have yet to touch. Not near the entry door that you’ve both walked through. You were stressing all your possible options, ending up playing a game of cat and mouse with a t-shirt—and losing. “Dammit! Where is it?”

“I’m just going to come out.”

“Mingyu, don’t —“

But he did. The bathroom door swung open, and in came your coworker and present roommate emboldening himself in the pajama pants he had with him and a towel wrapped around his chest securely tucked away at the corner, preserving his modesty. With crimson red ears, he ducked through the awkward silence, avoiding your eyes as he started to realize that his entrance came off more dramatic than he anticipated and immediately went on his search for the missing shirt to avoid confrontation.

You bit back a laugh before you clasped a hand over your mouth as he rummaged through the room to hit almost all the same spots you’ve managed to look through, coming up with the same results, hand over his chest to not even give an opportunity of a nip slip. It seemed all hope was lost until finally, he checked the one place you didn’t think to look: his luggage, moving it aside and picking it up to see it crumpled up and buried underneath its wreckage. “Ha, I guess it was with my luggage.”

He retrieved it from the ground, dusting it off and wringing it off whatever it’s collected, making it as hygienic as it could for something he essentially found on the carpet that’s been stepped on by probably hundreds—if not thousands of people. “Do you mind turning around?” He politely asked, gripping the towel only a flex away from popping off.

“Oh, sure.”

You turn your back to him, getting him out of sight except for the small reflection bouncing off the gold embroidery of the desk in front of you, tinkering with your vision. Inadvertently, you caught a glimpse of his figure as the towel came off, briefly—just briefly showing what Mingyu had to hide.

There were his distinguishable broad shoulders, easy to pick out from a lineup, but his sculpted abdomen shortly followed, illuminated under the fluorescent lights as the shadows played with the deep valleys embedded on his body like rolling hills, moving with him as he took a deep breath. And then you noticed something dark peaking at the top of his boxers, something you didn’t initially make out on the lower end of his defined torso until the shirt was already over his head and the show was over as soon as it started.

“It’s okay now.”

You turned around calmly, not letting it show on your face of your wandering eyes as he walked back to the bathroom and placed his and your used towels on the rack in the restroom.

You gave a small smile, as small as you can without giving yourself away. “Thanks. So, we should probably get ready for bed soon. We have an early morning tomorrow.”

He nodded in agreement. “I should take the couch.”

You winced, recalling this cliche scene from hundreds of romcoms you’ve been forced to watch since maybe birth. “I knew you’d say that and although it’s you’re the man and it’s kinda your fault we’re in this mess…I can’t let you do that.”

He shook his head, insistent. “But it is my fault, I should take the couch, not you.”

“Or, we can just share the bed.”

He blinked once. Then twice. He opened his mouth to find the right words to respond with and none of the ones he wanted to find their way out. “…Oh, uh—“

“Did housekeeping come by with the extra pillows we asked for?”

“Yes, they’re right there in the closet, but—“

You trod off to the closet, carrying the abundance of pillows back with you and dumping it on the bed. “We’ll just build a wall. It is pretty big and as long as we maintain a healthy distance it should be fine. No harm, no foul.”

“That might be—“

“It’ll be fine,” you pulled the covers off the bed before dividing it down the middle, fluffing pillows and fortifying your boundaries. “Do you sleep on your left or your right?”

“…left.”

You hummed approvingly. “Good. I sleep on my right.”

Mingyu watched as you settled on your side of the bed, procuring your sleep mask out of your travel bag and ensuring your phone alarm and necessary items were on standby. Meanwhile, he was still on the fence on the situation, thinking any move he could make would be the wrong one and given your history together, there was no such thing as being too careful.

“You’re surprisingly okay with all of this.”

You shrugged, already getting under the covers. “No need to cry over spilled milk. It would be more trouble for either me or you to wake up feeling awful from sleeping on a couch than it is to worry about what societal norms we should be following. So don’t worry about it. Worry about tomorrow and getting some sleep. Eyebags are a sign of weakness.”

You curled up on your side, the correct side as you slid your eye mask over your eyes, waiting for the stillness of the night to lull you to sleep. Reluctantly, he pulled on the lamp’s string and switched it off for the night before eventually dipping his weight into the mattress, feeling the bedding cushion embrace his body as the travel fatigue overtook his senses.

His head gently fell against the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut just before speaking up in the darkness to ask, “You’re really okay with this?”

“Good night, Mingyu.” You answered adamantly.

“…Good Night.”

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