Ateez Stories & Imagines : A compilation

Mingi • Movies •

A/n - Hello beautifuls! I've just updated this story and revamped it a little, I was unhappy with the original~ <3 Thanks for reading! 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Mingi, seriously-" A low grunt of frustration left two mouths as you struggled to rest the remote control out of the larger man's tight and somewhat desperate grip.


"You always put horror movies on! Can't we just watch something nice for once!" Mingi exclaimed in irritation, holding the thin and long device high in the air above both of your heads. You glared and snorted in derision, scrambling on top of him to be able to reach higher for the object of your desire. The world tilted alarmingly from such a height but you didn't care.


"No, it's your own fault that you get scared easily. Go and find a new best friend if you can't handle watching scary movies with me." He gripped your waist with his hands, holding you off just barely with his strength. Without it you were pretty confident you could have ripped the device from him easily.

"Maybe I should if you're not going to compromise." You froze, one hand planted on his shoulder and the other outstretched towards the remote. He snorted from below you, warm hand still placed firmly on your waist and you tilted your head down towards him, expressing your horror at his words with your wide eyes and pouted lips.


"It was a joke." He said quickly, muscles relaxing slightly in his hurry to reassure you and you took advantage of that, snatching the remote from his lax fingertips.


"HEY!" He screeched, voice significantly lacking it's usual rough timber, lunging after you as you scrambled in a messy flurry of limbs to your feet and dashed out of the room.

The hallway to your shared apartment was a complete mess, almost so much so that you might have gotten away with hiding yourself below a pile of what could either be clean clothes, or clothes that had been clean before they'd accumulated dust in this pile.

But unfortunately, and surprisingly, Mingi seemed to pay better attention to the intricate mess of the hallway than you'd expected and within moments he was reaching into the bundle of clothes you'd hurridely smooshed over your form, hands wrapping easily around your waist for the second time tonight and wrenching you roughly from your hiding spot.

You screeched, batting his hands in an effort to free yourself, to no avail. The man was twice your height and almost broader than all of your doorways, not to mention he danced for a living giving him an edge in endurance. There was no way you were getting out of the strong grip on your waist by force alone.

"Give. It. Back." He panted, eyes searching you for any signs of the stolen device. You offered him an impish grin, remembering very clearly that you had dropped it back in the lounge room in your hurry to escape his wrath.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You sung softly, smile growing wider when he turned you around in confusion, still searching pointlessly for it as if you'd somehow managed to find a way to hide it behind your back even though he had had your hands clasped below his at your side since finding you on the floor.

"Come on, this isn't funny." He huffed, spinning you back to face him again. Sweat glistened on his forehead, the liquid wearing off the light layer of makeup that he wore even at home, a constant reminder to you of his full blown insecurity over himself.

On multiple occasions you'd told him that he didn't need to wear it at home, that his bare face was just as handsome as it was with the makeup. But the tall idiotic oaf couldn't see past his own members, too wrapped up in how they looked to realise that even with his imperfections he was as beautiful and breathtaking as they were.

An impatient look graced his strong features as you gazed up at him, barely containing your amusement behind your pressed together lips.

"Seriously, you little-" He swore under his breath and used one hand to sweep back his long, green tipped, dark locks, the other hand still gripping your waist with unnecessary force considering you'd made no move to resist him or escape.

Desperation entered his gaze as he tilted his head back, eyes sweeping the room as if he was going to be able to find the remote without moving from the spot or without releasing you.

If he weren't looking for it simply to get out of watching a horror movie with you for the fifth time in a month then you might have given in to your sympathy and tell him where you'd left, or rather dropped, it.

"Just watch the movie with me and I'll cook us dinner tonight." You bargained hopefully, feet shuffling uncomfortably on the spot, beginning to ache.

You'd spent the day at work, as a waitress which required you to be standing for a good portion of the daylight hours and plastering fake smiles on your mouth for rude strangers. As insignificant as it may seem to the oversized man in front of you, watching a movie with your best friend was one of the few things that kept you going through an entire week.

Try as hard as you could though you had yet to be successful in watching anything with Mingi that didn't have a predictably positive ending with a severe lack of fear inducing scenes. Which while you enjoyed the odd romance or happy-go-lucky movie, you also enjoyed action packed, gory and at times frightening ones.

A part of you subconsciously pushed at him to watch a horror with you simply out of curiosity, since you'd known him, a good two years now, he'd downright refused to watch one with you. You couldn't imagine someone of his size and strength would ever have anything to be afraid of.

Mingi shook his head in a stiff motion, dark eyes darting between your borderline pained expression and shifting feet in a motion so quick you almost missed it and the way guilt shone behind his tense expression.

"I won't watch it. It's in both of our interests if we just call it a night." There it was, the verbal signal you'd been waiting for that indicated he had been pushed one line too far in your little jokes and banters, calling an end to the cheeky smile that had still been lingering hopefully in the corners of your mouth.

His voice dipped low with self pity and he avoided your eyes as he released his tight grip on your waist, turning on the spot with the clear intention to storm into his room. It might have looked childlike to someone who hadn't been living with him for nearly two years, but to you the slump of his broad shoulders and lightly clenched fists at his side were more of an indication that he was both ashamed of his reactions and stubbornly set on avoiding the issue by escaping into his room.

"Mingi, stop." You hurried after him, your hand wrapping as tightly as you could manage around his forearm. Even with all your energy spent on the effort, your considerably tiny hand barely wrapped halfway around his limb.

He froze, jaw jutting out in a strong line as he stared defiantly ahead, only remaining in place out of the want to avoid hurting you by forcing his arm from your grip, a situation you often faced and the main reason you ever won arguments with him.

"The remote is on the floor back in the viewing room. Come on, let's just watch a nice movie then, you can chose."

He remained silent, the only sound filling the thick silence between you was the exasperated breaths tugging out of your lips. Of course you felt both embarrassed and regretful now that you'd upset him, but that didn't change that it was ridiculous for him to get so worked up over watching a horror movie with you.

In the two years that you had shared this apartment together it was the only thing that he had avoided like the plaque, aside from not wearing makeup around you, and you couldn't understand it. But then there were plenty of things about Song Mingi that you couldn't understand, and each only intrigued you more.

One day you would get to the bottom of his fear of horror movies, and of his absolute refusal to go barefaced around you unless in a rush.

"Please, I've been looking forward to watching a movie with your best friend all day." You said softly, loosening your grip on him hopefully when the taut line of his jaw relaxed somewhat.

With a heavy sigh he relented and turned to face you again, a small frown wrinkling the smooth tan skin of his forehead.


"Fine. Let's go then." In his own show of an apology he grabbed your hand, his palm completely dwarfing yours, and towed you with ease back into the now messy living room.

You retrieved the offending remote from the floor and passed it to him, removing your fingers from his palm to seat yourself down on the lounge. Your legs folded below your body and you placed your chin in your hands, watching him as he sat down beside you and focused his attention on the tv.

It was the first time in a long time that you struggled to focus on the movie playing, finding yourself stealing glances every so often at the engrossed Mingi and wondering what it was about him that suddenly seemed and felt so different.

Everything that had happened from the moment he snatched the remote from your fingers earlier to sitting beside him now, feeling the warmth of his thigh pressed against yours in the same way it always did when we watched movies on the small lounge, felt like someone had placed a filter over your eyes, or rather removed one.

His makeup had all but been erased in his exertions earlier and his imperfections shone brightly, though in the least unattractive way you'd ever seen someone's imperfections shine.

He looked beautiful.

He was beautiful.

"Y/N if you keep looking at me, I'm going to sue for harassment." He finally spoke, deep voice filling the silent room as he paused the movie and shifted his body slightly to face you, eyes fixing pointedly at you.

Surprised that he'd even noticed you averted your gaze, trying to look anywhere but at your suddenly dazzlingly attractive best friend, who you'd known for two whole years without ever considering as anything more than just your best friend.

The tv light flung neon coloured shadows over the room and the air was suddenly ten times hotter and heavier than it had been earlier.

"Mingi." You started, wondering if you were coming down with something, lifting a hand to test the temperature of your forehead. Unsurprisingly the skin was the exact same temperature as normal and though exhaustion weighed heavily on you from the long day, neither that nor your usual scatterbrained ways could excuse the way that your best friends lips now looked an awful lot more kissable than they had before.

Everything you'd been planning to say, and not say, fled your mind as you watched his mouth, entranced.

Vaguely somewhere in the back of your mind you noted to yourself that this was ridiculous, for you to suddenly be seeing all of this now.

And it was even more ridiculous that it had taken you two whole years to understand that every single date with idiotic nimrods and assholes that did nothing but hurt you had completely distracted you from the answer to your constant searching.

Someone that you could endlessly trust, who had seen your worst self and not gone running. Someone who somehow made getting up in the mornings less of a chore and more something to look forward to.

Because it was the only real time of the day that he wouldn't bother to put anything over his face, his mind too slow to keep up with his gravelly ramblings and painfully cheery smile making even the worst things seem unimportant.

The depth of his searching eyes swallowed you now as he waited patiently for you to continue speaking, an endless kindness and naivety in them that was irreplaceable and the staple of his personality.

"Y/N?" He shuffled closer, hand coming to rest lightly against your cheek. It wasn't anything he hadn't done before in an effort to comfort or tease you, but this time it was different. This time the smooth skin of his palm felt like some kind of rare and exquisite silk and sent a you myriad of distracting thoughts running through your mind like the crackle of static.

A thousand times he'd sat close enough for his breath to mix with yours like it was now as his curiosity turned to concern in front of your eyes along with your significant lack of breathing.

A million times he'd pulled you close to his broad chest, sweet smell enveloping me in the same comforting way it was now.

But never had it made your heart beat like this.

Because until now you'd never seen him as more than he had always been, a friend.

Your brain screamed to get out while your body sank familiarly against his, arms snaking like a well worn memory around his waist and head resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder like you had been born to be in his hold like this.

Every muscle trembled with the need to both escape him and be closer, to admit what was suddenly happening inside your mind.

But as much as you believed that Mingi would never hurt you, he was prone to misunderstanding and having his best friend suddenly confess to him could very easily end in a lot of hurt for the both of us.

"Sorry. I'm just tired." You murmured into his neck, closing your eyes at the false note in your voice. You told each other everything and you'd never come across something that you couldn't confide in him with, your heart hurt under the crushing weight and empty void that keeping something from him created.

You knew it was a little thing now, and barely worth mentioning. It could pass... But if it didn't, it would become a much bigger issue than it was now.


Briefly his body tensed around and below you, indicating, as you'd expected, that he didn't believe your lies. Two years was a long time to know someone and if he hadn't known you were lying you would have been more hurt.

Then it was gone and he relaxed with a soft sigh, either second guessing his gut feeling or choosing to drop it; whichever it was was to your advantage.

"Let's call it a night and finish the movie tomorrow." He said, pushing you off him carefully to reach for the remote, the devious object that had started all of this.

You wondered if you'd have figured out your feelings for him without the events of tonight..


~ A month on ~