Mingyu Shorts

I Didn't Want to Come Here

heavy angst chapter... i like some of the dialogue in this chapter, but i don't like the chapter in its entirety... it just feels kind of weak for some reason. so i apologise. i hope to put out something better soon.

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"Oh, for fucks sake y/n," Mingyu groaned, annoyed.

You were already emotional. Already sad and frustrated and that tipped you over the edge.

"Well excuse the fuck out of me Mingyu, for being fucking worried about how I look," you yelled.

He clenched his fists as they hung at his sides, "No one else is fucking worried about it y/n, literally no one else gives a fat shit."

"Of course they don't! Because no one else but me is fat! I'm the fat one."

"The only thing you are is dramatic! No one cares about how you look, they don't and I don't, I never have! Why does this always get taken out on me?"

"I'm not," you scream before lowering your voice, defeated, "I'm not trying to take it out on you."

Mingyu brings a hand to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose, he lets out a deep sigh, "I'm just really tired of having this conversation with you."

"Yea, you're right. I'm sorry. Just," you lean your head back trying to blink away your tears, "just let me go get dressed and we can go."

"Thank you," he smiles softly and you nod before turning around and walking back into the bathroom.

He bought you a dress, it was tighter than you'd normally like and your confidence was something that came and went in waves of existence. You didn't mind wearing it just for him, but when he'd asked you to wear it to this supposedly very important frat party, your confidence evaporated. The thought of all of the pretty cheerleaders and normal college girls with their perfect, thin bodies seeing you in this dress had you nauseous, but then coupled with the fact that other sports team members would see you, college jocks, you thought you might collapse into a heap on the floor. When you brought this up to Mingyu he got frustrated. He loved you how you were, so why wasn't that enough?

You sighed and tried to calm your thoughts as you shimmied into the dress. Your eyes purposefully avoided the reflection in the mirror as you walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to slip on your shoes.

When you were completely dressed you met Mingyu by the front door. He complimented you genuinely, his eyes shimmering, and you did your best to enthusiastically accept his kindness.

A little less than an hour later you were at the party. It was definitely in full swing, since you and Gyu had shown up fashionably late. For most of the night you clung to his side unabashedly. You avoided direct eye contact with anyone other than him and his teammates. For the most part you weren't having a bad time and eventually, a few drinks in, you'd began to forget your lingering worry and self consciousness.

You stood with Mingyu and the rest of the boys and their dates in a back corner. Noticing your cup was empty, you excused yourself for the first time that night. Mingyu smiled down at you and told you to hurry back lest you get swept away by another man. You shooed him off with a big grin and winked at you before returning to the conversation at hand.

You shuffled through the crowds of people as quickly as you could and finally you reached the kitchen, as you filled your cup with what the boys called "rocket punch", you heard a dramatic laugh behind you. Ignoring it as you continue to fill your glass.

As you stop the spigot on the container holding your drink, you feel a hand fall on your shoulder and your body goes rigid.

"Y'know, that drink has a ton of calories," the person attached to the hand spoke.

You turned to look at her and instantly you wished you could disappear.

"She's right, you could have at least gone for the vodka."

You look to the right and see another reason to literally evaporate. Leave it to Irene and Mina to sniff you out at a party and ruin your whole mood. Irene was a bitter ex of Mingyu's and Mina was her ever loyal lapdog.

You were never one to back down from a confrontation like this, but it couldn't have been worse timing, "Can I help you two?"

They both laugh dryly, "Oh no honey, we're here to help you," Irene says mockingly.
"I actually think I'm just fine," you snip.

Mina looks you up and down and fake gags into her hand before speaking, "I guess fine is one way to put it."

Her and Irene laugh at their shitty idea of a joke and you decided that you'd had enough. As you try to walk out of the kitchen they follow you.

"Hey we weren't done talking," Irene calls out over the music, turning a few heads.

"You might not have been, but I sure was," you answer coolly.

Before you can do or say anything else, Mina is reaching out and smacking the bottom of your cup making it spill down the front of your dress.

"Oops." Is all she says before her and Irene begin laughing.

You stare at them incredulously, "Yo, what the fuck?" you exclaim loudly. More people are definitely looking now, but all you see is red.

"Woah chill out," Irene says, "Don't pigs normally eat out of troughs on the ground anyways? Shouldn't this just be more comfortable for you?"

Mina keeps the joke going, "Yea, plus carrying around all that extra weight must be very tiring, at least when you're on the ground cleaning that up, you'll be able to give your poor back a break."

"Oh suck my fucking dick," you reply snarkily, "I can't help that Mingyu left you for a fat bitch."

"You just got lucky, he must have felt like doing some charity work on the day you asked him," Irene spat, her face red with anger.

"He didn't seem to fucking upset when he grabbing on all this fatness," you spit back, "In fact I specifically remember him telling me how much better I could take him than you could."

"Fuck you," Irene screamed.

"Sorry I'm a bit busy fucking Mingyu."
The people surrounding you were all watching in shock, long ago having formed a circle around the scene. Some were egging the two of you on, Mina was holding Irene back, and from the other side of the room Mingyu was just beginning to push to the front of the crowd. He had barely caught what Irene said, but he heard you loud and clear.

Irene pushed Mina's hands away from her and crossed the circle, the two of you were nothing more than a foot apart, "I'd fight you, but I wouldn't want to be crushed under your ginormous fucking body. I feel bad that anyone has to see you naked, but especially Mingyu. I can't imagine what it's like to have to pretend to find you attractive just so he can get off. Why don't you tell him that whenever he's ready to fuck someone who weighs less than 400 lbs, I'll be waiting."

You stared at her as she turned around and pushed through the circle of spectators, Mina following right behind her. You did your best to fight back the tears and as you turned around you ran directly into Mingyu's chest. You looked up at him before quickly pushing past him and heading directly for the front door.

You ignored him as he called after you. He didn't catch up with you until you were already walking out the front door. Following you out, he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

"Hey, I'm-"

"Just save it Mingyu," you cut him off, looking up at him, he watched as the tears rolled down your face, "I told you I didn't want to come here, I told I hated how I looked in this dress, and I told you that it wasn't just in my head, but I came here anyways and look what happened. Now I get to go home feeling like a piece of shit. I hope you have a good night and a fun time. I'm going to uber back to the apartment and don't worry, I won't be waiting up for you."

You snatched your hand away from his and walked to the end of the driveway. Mingyu watched as you pulled out your phone and requested for the uber, he watched as you wrapped your arms around your chest, shivering, and then he turned around and walked back into the party.