Mingyu Shorts

Plaything

It was a sunny afternoon, too hot to be doing anything, but Mingyu had insisted that you meet him at his apartment. Of course, you caved in, because how could you say no. But when you knocked on his door, you were not expecting another man to open it. Especially a man so beautiful; tan skin, tall, long hair styled into the only attractive mullet you'd ever seen, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a baggy designer shirt, and silk house shoes.

Despite his beauty, his demeanour was nothing of the sort, which you quickly found out as he rolled his eyes at you. You stood in the doorway as you watched him walk towards the living room, "Well are you going to come in or are you going to stand in the hallway like a freak?"

Mumbling a fast apology you walked inside and closed the door behind you, removing your shoes. You made your way through the living room and to the table that sat off to the side in their makeshift dining room. It wasn't long before the awkward silence filled the air. Even though the boy was sat in front of the television, he still stared at his phone, glancing up every once in a while to chuckle quietly and then return to his endless scrolling.

You found yourself watching the television and even laughing a little sometimes too despite it being in another language.

"Do you speak Chinese?" The boy asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"O-oh, no I don't I just can understand some of the jokes from the context on the screen," your response returned him to his previous emotionless, almost annoyed state, and you sighed. Instead of continuing to watch the show, you opted to look out the large window you were sat by. Your eyes wandered from the bright outside to the interior of the room. You realised that you'd only ever seen this room in passing. It was nicely decorated by a mix of fake and real foliage. You followed a thick string of vines from a small, seemingly homemade pot, up the tiled walls and all the way up to the ceiling where it had just begun to start spreading.

"You gonna just let it grow up the side of the house like that?" You ask.

"Yea, I don't care, until it dies," he replies dismissively, not bothering to look up from his phone.

Ignoring his disinterest, you continue, "What if it doesn't? Die, I mean."

"Well," he says, his eyebrows furrowing as he finally looks up again and turns his head to look at you, "I don't know."

"You're different," he says, more to himself than to you, but in your direction regardless.

"Thanks, I think," your furrowed brows mimic his own as the two of you lock eyes.

"I'm Minghao, I'm assuming you're Mingyu's new plaything," his face settles back into normalcy as he speaks.

"Well, I prefer the term girlfriend," you start strongly, "but I guess plaything isn't entirely incorrect," your murmur as your face heats up.

"Okay, gross," he replies, a smirk tugging at the side of his mouth, "do you have a name plaything?"

"Yea it's y/n, which is definitely preferable when compared to plaything."

Minghao gives you the same chuckle he gave the jokes on the TV and you can't help but smile, "I think I might not mind you being in my apartment."

"I think that I appreciate that," you reply, victorious.

"You're different than all the other ones," Minghao says as his eyes slowly rake down your body and back up to your face, "you look more honest, softer."

Before you can think of a better way to reply, the front door is flung open and a boisterous Mingyu is bounding towards you. Quickly and roughly, he wraps you in his arms and pulls you up from the chair you're sitting in.

"Hao, I didn't know you were home," he exclaims, still embracing you.

"I didn't know you had a new one and that she was coming over, so we're even," Minghao answered, once again looking at his phone disinterested in the two of you.

Mingyu finally lets you go, "Y/n, I'm gonna take a quick shower, feel free to join me," his eyebrows bounce up and down playfully and your face is instantly engulfed in heat. Without waiting for a reply, he heads towards his room.

You watch him walk down the hall as you take a deep breath and head after him. Right before you make it to the hallway Minghao speaks.

"Have fun plaything. Be careful." You turn to look at him, but he is still looking at whatever he finds to be so interesting on his smartphone, a small and playful smirk the only evidence that he actually spoke to you at all.