Mingyu Shorts

Don't Let Me Take Her

idk what got in me to make this chronological all of the sudden, but here we are! the first chronological piece.

"You seem to be in really deep this time," Minghao said, that signature smirk of his tugging at one side of his face.

Mingyu did his best to brush him, mumbling a quick "I know, I know," but Minghao wasn't letting up this time. How could he? It felt almost unfair.

Minghao was never one to talk to Mingyu's flings, often he was cold towards them so they'd leave him alone. Not to mention, what Mingyu did to those girls had them absolutely floored and Minghao had long ago grown tired of them approaching him in random places and begging him for answers to why his stupid roommate wouldn't answer their calls. Normally he'd pretend to only know Chinese until they would leave him alone. He, however, had not expected to become so fond of you.

Any time Mingyu asked you to meet him after class, you got there early just to talk to Minghao and Minghao, more quickly than he would like to admit, let you into his life. Gaining a new friend. So much so, that the two of you began hanging out on your own. Bowling together every other Saturday and hanging out after classes when Mingyu was at practice.

Mingyu had watched the two of you grow closer and never really minded it if anything it was a blessing. At least until Minghao started hounding him about loyalty and respect.

"Mingyu, I'm fuckin serious dude, she is different than the other ones," Minghao chastised from the "dining room" table, the smirk gone from his face.

Mingyu groaned loudly and stood up from the couch, walking over to plop down in the empty chair at the opposite end of the table, from where Minghao was sitting, "Listen XuXu," Mingyu began causing Minghao to glare at him, "I like her alright. I know she is different, in so many ways," darkness passed through Mingyu's eyes and Minghao set his glare even colder, "I'm not gonna hurt her."

"Listen asshole, this time is different, for a lot of reason, you're right," as he spoke Mingyu settled back in his chair, a cocky smile playing at his lips, "What's with that shit-eating grin?"

"Well, XuXu," Mingyu leans forward placing his hands on his chin, his gaze darkening again, "It just seems like you're extra invested in y/n. I mean, I've rarely ever seen you so much as speak to one of my girls, and never in any of those instances have you spoken to them in English. Not to mention, the two of you have been pretty friendly lately," the grin on his face disappeared, "If I didn't know better it would almost seem as if you like her."

Minghao's face doesn't change. It stays hardened and cold, even as the accusation settles into the silence of the room.

"And if I did?" Minghao asks, mimicking Mingyu's posture.

"I wouldn't let you fucking have her," Mingyu snapped, leaning back in his chair again trying to calm his anger that was starting to rise in his chest.

Minghao stood up from his seat, pushing in the chair carefully as to not let it scrape against the tile floor. Walking past Mingyu, he places a hand on his shoulder, "Then don't let me take her," he leans down, mouth inches away from Mingyu's ear making the older boy tense up, "We both know I could fuck her better anyways."

And with that he walks away leaving Mingyu at the table, teeth clenched and absolutely seething.