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give me yunho - ateez mingi

[really late but ilysm mingi, happy birthday bb]

[16:36]

"hi, y/n."

he greets with a wide and bright smile, almost giggling as he pokes his head inside, letting his eyes wander the hall.

"is mingi here?"

you knew what the boy had planned on doing today and knew exactly why he was here right now, in front of your boyfriend's apartment.

"he'll be home later."

you say with a sigh and open the door wide for the boy to dash inside, the bag in his arm flopping around like a fish struggling to breathe.

"oh my god, i love strawberries!"

when you reach the living room, yunho was already in the kitchen, taking a whiff of the treats you had attempted to bake while figuring out new recipes for your boyfriend's birthday.

"yunho, i—"

"can i have one, please?"

yunho asks while batting his eyelashes, his tactics never working on you but often on mingi of course.

the two besties were inseparable apparently.

"yes... why are you here?"

you question, leaning forward onto the table to seem intimidating but it doesn't work because he doesn't even take one glance at you as he bites into a cupcake.

"i just bought a new game for his birthday and i just need to play it with mingi."

he comments before getting up and walking away, heading towards the living room.

"are you sure he's not here, what if he's in the bedroom—"

"no! he's not there."

you shout behind him before his hand could come into contact with the door handle.

in that very specific room, you had aligned candles up perfectly to what you know would be his liking and spread rose petals everywhere, as well as a certain outfit you knew would drive him crazy if surprised.

mumbling a sigh, yunho backs away from the bedroom door and plops himself onto the couch, laying back in defeat.

"fine, i'll call him to see if he's close yet."

you say and yunho nods.

mingi's quickly answering, muttering shortly after.

"hi, honey,"

he greets.

"what's up?"

"yunho's here. he's waiting for you to arrive because he wants to know if you'd like to play his new game with him."

after the explanation, you sigh, wondering if the special night you had carefully reserved for your boyfriend was suddenly canceled because of his friend.

"hm... what about tonight?"

mingi retorts and you're eye widen in hopes that he hadn't already known about what you were planning.

"what do you mean 'what about tonight'?"

you ask and yunho adamantly tosses on the couch, pouting at the mention of tonight.

"tonight? is there something going on tonight? i thought it was gonna be mingi and i."

yunho asks, quickly going through his questions out loud, thus distracting your concentration on the topic because of how annoying he was.

"hold on, honey."

you add on but mingi continues on about how it was his special day and he should be receiving a grand present from you.

but there yunho goes again.

"what's happening tonight? is mingi gonna be home yet? is he outside right now? driving—"

you roll your eyes and sigh heavily.

"sorry, mingi, give me a yunho—"

"excuse me?"

mingi accidentally shouts in surprise and you wince at the incoming noise, his best friend on the couch suddenly sitting up to stare at you with curious eyes.

"i mean MINUTE—you know i mean to give me a minute."

you say and yunho bursts into a fit of laughter, tears beginning to build in his eyes due to the hilarious accident that had just occurred.

"no, no, no. you just said to give you a yunho."

mingi comments, his voice suddenly calm and soothing and you weren't sure why it had changed so soon.

"well, baby, when i step foot into that fucking bedroom, you had better be in that skimpy set i love so much,"

your boyfriend adds on and you swallow a gulp for the next thing to be said.

"and if you think of even letting me see a hint of yunho over there, you'd better call off work for the next three days because darling, you're mine and only mine."

then mingi ends the fucking call before you can even say another word to him and yunho bites his lip at what he had just heard, eyes drifting up your form.

yet, you only narrow your eyes at the boy and point a finger at the door, knowingly knew that you would be screwed one way or the other.

"yunho, go home now!"

and yunho pouts.