"Yah! Stop hogging the french fries!" You exclaim as Mingi's hand darts across the table to snatch another piece of food from your plate. You swat at his offending hand.
Mingi pulls back with a snarky grin, managing to grab two more fries from your side of the table with ease.
"Thanks for the fries!" He cheers before popping the food into his mouth. You huff in response.
"Little shit."
"I would say that you are the little one actually. Details are important, no?"
"Not when it comes to you." You sigh and grab one of your fries to eat it.
Mingi eyes the snack with mischief in his gaze, but you pull it away before he can even think about taking it from you. It doesn't stop him from trying though. He extends a hand, and this time you block him by putting your other hand up between you. Mingi's hand hits yours.
Rather than moving it, he just slips his fingers through yours, grinning wide as you roll your eyes. The sight of his little smile causes one to blossom on your lips, but you try to hide it before he makes a smartass remark.
Mingi lowers your hands to the table and maintains the grip as he continues to eat his own food. After a few minutes of chewing in silence, mingi's focus turns to your joined hands.
"I like the way your hand fits in mine," he murmurs. His cheeks heat up a little as he speaks, a faint blush coating the rounds of his cheekbones, "It's cute and small compared to mine."
"Shut up, you big softy," you grumble as you try to fight the heat that crawls up your neck. Mingi answers with a crooked smile, eyes slipping into soft crescents. You shift the subject a moment later in attempts to fight the flustered state you're swiftly falling into.
"Anyway, where did you wanna go to shop? Just hit the mall?"
"Yea, that's all I had in mind really." Mingi shrugs and pulls back to stretch his arms behind his head.
"That reminds me. Um, I know you typically aren't one for cutesy couple things but I have a cute idea. We could maybe... wear matching clothes? Unless you don't wanna! That's totally fine!" Mingi's blush deepens as he rushes to get the words out.
You shouldn't laugh but a small giggle escapes you either way, and Mingi ducks his head to avoid your line of sight.
"Hey, hey! Don't be embarrassed, Mingi. You know I always love you ideas."
"Y-Yea, but why'd you have to laugh?"
"Because you're cute!"
"Oh shush, you're the cute one."
"I'll admit that I would be even cuter if I wore matching clothes with you." Mingi's expression brightens in a second. He lifts his chin and blinks at you with excitement dancing through his eyes.
"Really?" His tone is questioning even though you've already given him confirmation. "I didn't think it would be that easy to convince you!"
"I mean, I can change my mind if y–"
"No! No, no. It's okay! You don't have to!" Mingi waves his hands in front of him as you start shaking your head. You release another small laugh.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding."
"Good, because I was about to beg."
"Oh? In that case–"
"Don't you dare." He gave you a glare.
"Calm down, Mingi! Let me joke around for once. You're lucky I'm even agreeing to this after you stole half my fries." You frowned
"I'll buy you more." Your eyes instantly lit up at his words.
"Wait, really?"
"Yes, and a milkshake."
"I will wear absolutely anything you hand to me, oh sweet love of mine."
"Gross, no. I'll take the milkshake out of the deal if you aren't careful."
"Wow, rude," you grumble, turning your cheek in the other direction. "Here I thought you loved me."
"Are you gonna pull that card on me?"
"I don't know. Am I?"
Mingi reaches across the table and catches your turned chin between his fingers. With a small yelp, you find yourself suddenly facing him again, your faces centimeters apart now.
"Are you?" He said, his voice deep and raspy.
"Nope!" You squeak, embarrassment hitting you square in the chest. Mingi leans back with a triumphant smirk on his full lips. You can't tell whether you want to slap him or kiss him.
"That's what I thought."
"Oh hush, you little shit."
"If you're gonna call me a shit, at least call me a big one!"
