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73. SVT Mingyu - First love

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hanahaki disease: results from one-sided love. the infected person starts to cough up flower petals. (more details in the fic - or shoot me a mssg!)

Title: first love

Member: Mingyu ft. bff Wonwoo

Genre: ANGST // hanahaki disease // good end

Word Count: 2667

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"Here, let me," Mingyu says, using his hip to bump you away from the large pot of ramen bubbling on the stove. He takes the wooden spoon from you as you stand there looking offended, arms crossed.

"You always cook," you huff, jumping up to sit on the counter beside him. He shrugs, grinning at the apron tied around your waist.

"So? Your job is just to be cute for the children's enjoyment," he jokes, stepping out of the way from your flailing leg. "Watch it," he warns, pointing the wooden spoon dripping with broth at you. "I have possession of a weapon."

"And I can get Jihoon," you respond smugly, a horrified expression overtaking Mingyu's face. He narrows his eyes. "You wouldn't."

"I would. Ji-" He drops the spoon into the pot and charges at you, hands grabby and precise, targeting your ticklish spots. He begins to attack you mercilessly until you give in, near to tears. "Wonwoo, Mingyu's bullying me."

The passing male gives Mingyu a look, then looks to you and shrugs. "Seems normal to me," he grins, walking back into his room while a victorious Mingyu dances around the kitchen happily.

The sound of hissing interrupts his happy jig, the ramen's soup bubbling over the top of the pot and onto the stove. He lets out a scream and immediately turns of the heat, removing the pot and placing it onto a different spot.

"Dinner's... Ready?" He smiles sheepishly, fanning away the wisps of smoke emitting from the overheated pot.

You roll your eyes and help with distributing the bowls, personally handing each member their bowl. A series of muffled thank you's sounds from the living room, and you and Mingyu take a seat at the dining table, alone.

"We're working on our new album," he says, slurping his noodles enthusiastically. "I'm going to help write the raps, and who knows - Jihoon-hyung said if I learned to compose, I could make my own track, like Hoshi-hyung!"

"I'm really proud of you - you guys," you stumble, chewing on a spoonful of food.

"Thanks!" He grins, reaching to his cup of water. He holds it in his hand, the grin disappearing as he stares into his glass. "But... That means we can't hangout as often. You're not bothered by it, right? Because if you are, you could always-"

"Not at all!" You cut in, a smile on your face despite the ache in your chest, heart throbbing when the smile reappears on his face. "I don't mind. I just want you all to be successful."

"Oh, I'm glad you understand. I'll call and text frequently, so you won't be lonely."

He continues to rave on about the new tracks they're writing, about the concept they're going for, and how he hopes he doesn't piss Jihoon off as much as he did last recording.

"He threatened to shove the mic up my ass," Mingyu grumbled, rubbing his backside. "I'm not into that stuff."

Midnight came around sooner than you thought, and the manager offered to take you home, Mingyu in the seat beside you. When the van pulled into your apartment's parking lot, Mingyu took hold of your sleeve, hesitant to let you leave.