Kim Mingyu, the charming and adorable visual of SEVENTEEN, was living his best life. With his chiseled features, razor-sharp jawline, and captivating smile, he had won the hearts of millions. But little did anyone know, Mingyu's heart belonged to one person and one person alone – Jeon Wonwoo.
Wonwoo, the group's talented vocalist and rapper, had been Mingyu's closest friend since trainee days. Over time, their bond had blossomed into something more. Wonwoo, with his brooding gaze and sharp intellect, had become fiercely possessive of Mingyu's heart.
One fateful evening, after a grueling practice session, Wonwoo drove Mingyu home, the Seoul city lights twinkling outside their car window. As they cruised along, Mingyu couldn't help but tease Wonwoo about his latest haircut.
"Wonwoo, your hair looks so good today!" Mingyu exclaimed, playfully ruffling Wonwoo's perfectly styled locks.
Wonwoo's eyes narrowed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Don't touch my hair, Mingyu," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're going to mess it up."
Mingyu chuckled, thinking it was just Wonwoo being his usual perfectionist self. But as he glanced at Wonwoo's profile, he noticed the faintest hint of jealousy flickering in those piercing brown eyes.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Mingyu asked, his curiosity piqued.
Wonwoo's gaze snapped back to the road. "Nothing. Just focus on your own hair, okay?" He muttered under his breath, "It's too pretty for anyone else to touch."
Mingyu's heart skipped a beat. Wonwoo's possessiveness was both thrilling and unnerving. He knew Wonwoo cared deeply for him, but sometimes that affection bordered on obsession.
The next day, during a music show recording, Mingyu found himself surrounded by fans and reporters. As he posed for photos and answered questions, he caught Wonwoo watching him from afar, an unmistakable glint of ownership in his eyes.
When the schedule wrapped up, Wonwoo swooped in, grasping Mingyu's wrist and pulling him into a quiet corridor.
"Who were you smiling at?" Wonwoo demanded, his voice low and urgent.
Mingyu's eyes widened. "Just the fans, Wonwoo. I was being friendly."
Wonwoo's gaze searched Mingyu's face, as if seeking reassurance. "You're mine, Mingyu. Only mine."
Mingyu's cheeks flushed. "Wonwoo, you know I love you. There's no one else."
Wonwoo's grip on his wrist relaxed, replaced by a gentle caress. "I know. I just can't help it. The thought of anyone else touching you, looking at you... it drives me crazy."
Mingyu's heart melted. He knew Wonwoo's possessiveness stemmed from a deep-seated insecurity, a fear of losing him.
"Wonwoo," Mingyu whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "You'll never lose me. I'm yours, always."
Wonwoo's eyes softened, his face inches from Mingyu's. "Promise?"
Mingyu nodded, his lips grazing Wonwoo's. "Forever."
As they shared a tender kiss, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love.
From that day forward, Mingyu made sure to reassure Wonwoo at every turn, knowing that his love's possessiveness was a reflection of the depth of his emotions. And Wonwoo, though still fiercely protective, learned to trust Mingyu's love, knowing that their bond was unbreakable.
As the days went by, Mingyu grew accustomed to Wonwoo's possessiveness. He'd often catch Wonwoo staring at him during performances, his eyes burning with intensity. Backstage, Wonwoo would pull Mingyu into tight hugs, inhaling the scent of his hair.
One evening, while preparing for a variety show recording, Mingyu decided to wear a striking red jacket. Wonwoo's eyes widened as Mingyu emerged from the dressing room.
"Take it off," Wonwoo said, his voice laced with a hint of menace.
Mingyu chuckled. "Why? I thought you liked this jacket."
Wonwoo stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I don't want anyone else to see you looking that handsome. You're mine, Mingyu."
Mingyu's heart fluttered. "But Wonwoo, I have to wear it for the show."
Wonwoo's gaze lingered on Mingyu's face before he nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But promise me one thing."
"Anything," Mingyu replied.
"Don't smile at anyone else tonight. Only smile at me."
Mingyu's lips curled into a sly grin. "I'll try my best."
The recording went smoothly, with Mingyu and SEVENTEEN delivering a high-energy performance. Afterward, Wonwoo cornered Mingyu in the hallway.
"Did you smile at anyone?" Wonwoo asked, his eyes narrowing.
Mingyu held up his hands in mock defense. "Only at the camera, I swear."
Wonwoo's face softened, and he leaned in, lips brushing Mingyu's ear. "Good boy."
Their love was a whirlwind of stolen glances, whispered promises, and hidden touches. Mingyu reveled in Wonwoo's affection, knowing that beneath the possessiveness lay a deep devotion.
One night, as they relaxed in their dorm, Mingyu snuggled into Wonwoo's side.
"Wonwoo?" Mingyu whispered.
"Yeah?" Wonwoo replied, stroking Mingyu's hair.
"Do you ever think... maybe you're too possessive?"
Wonwoo's fingers paused mid-stroke. "What do you mean?"
Mingyu hesitated. "Sometimes it feels suffocating. Like you don't trust me."
Wonwoo's expression turned introspective. "I do trust you, Mingyu. It's just... the thought of losing you scares me."
Mingyu's heart went out to Wonwoo. "You'll never lose me," he reassured him.
Wonwoo's eyes locked onto Mingyu's. "You're right. I'll work on it."
From then on, Wonwoo made a conscious effort to balance his protectiveness with trust. Mingyu, sensing the shift, felt their bond strengthen.
As SEVENTEEN's popularity soared, Mingyu and Wonwoo's love became a beacon of hope for fans worldwide. Their relationship, though not publicly acknowledged, was an open secret.
At an end-of-year award show, SEVENTEEN took the stage for a breathtaking performance. Mingyu's eyes met Wonwoo's, and he smiled – only at him.
Backstage, Wonwoo swept Mingyu into a fierce hug.
"I love you," Mingyu whispered.
"I love you more," Wonwoo replied.
