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[FILL] do mi ti, why not me
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: original female character, bittersweetisms, cheating, implied/referenced sex, hurt/no comfort
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âThere you are, Mingyu.â
Mingyu looks up and grins, seeing Wonwoo standing a few feet in front of him. He gets up and walks over to him, greeting him with a hug.
âYouâre late,â Mingyu says, giving Wonwoo a squeeze before stepping away. âIâm glad you made it. Parties suck without you, hyung.â
Wonwoo smiles, but it doesnât quite reach his eyes. Heâs shifty, for some reason. âI wanted to introduce you to someone,â he says.
âOh?â Mingyu replies. âWho?â
âYouâll see.â
âMysterious,â Mingyu says. âWhatâs up with you?â
Wonwoo doesnât reply, just nods his head in the direction he came from. Mingyu follows him through the crowd of people over to a table standing along the wall. A girl is sitting there, with long dark hair and red lips. Sheâs wearing one of Wonwooâs hatsâ the beret Mingyu had gotten him for his birthday a few years back. Oh.
âMingyu,â Wonwoo says, as the girl gets up and smiles at him, extending a hand. âMeet my girlfriend.â
Oh.
Something inside Mingyu crumples up inside him and dies, like someone holding a leaf over a flame. He stands there for a few seconds, dumbstruck, then realizes he has to do somethingâ say something.
âHi,â Mingyu says, taking the girlâs hand. Her skin is soft. âI uh⌠well, you already know who I am.â
His voice is coming out all wrong, too high pitched and raw. He doesnât sound like himself, he doesnât feel like himself.
The girl laughs airily. Sheâs pretty, Mingyu supposes, if youâre into that. Into girls.
âI do,â she says. âWonwooâs told me all about you. Iâm Sohee.â
Just Wonwoo. She must be his age or older, then. And she says her name in a way that makes it seem like sheâs saying, âyou know, Sohee? His girlfriend? The girl heâs been telling you about?â but the truth is, Wonwooâs never mentioned Sohee to Mingyu before.
Mingyu wants to say this, but he doesnât. He swallows it down.
âGood to finally meet you,â Mingyu says instead. He lets go of her hand and looks over at Wonwoo, whoâs surveying him with a strange expression that Mingyu canât quite place. âWell, Iâll get out of your hair. I donât want to interrupt your date.â
The briefest look of regret passes over Wonwooâs face, itâs there and then itâs gone. Itâs not enough. Mingyu says goodbye and leaves, stalking towards the bar while something hot and evil coils around in the pit of his stomach.
Before he makes it to the bar, he changes his mindâ he changes course, and he leaves the bar. As heâs closing the door behind him, Mingyu catches sight of Wonwooâ his arms are wrapped around Soheeâs waist, her head resting on his shoulder. But Wonwoo is looking at Mingyu.
Why is he looking at him? Hasnât he hurt Mingyu enough?
Wonwoo should know better than to feed a dog he canât keep. He should know better, but he doesnât, and Mingyu doesnât eitherâ he gives Wonwoo a smile before turning around and walking out.
Itâs raining outside, but for once, Mingyu doesnât mind. He stands in the middle of the street, staring up at the starless night sky.
When Mingyu wakes up the next morning, for a second, heâs convinced it was just a weird dream. But he opens his phone and opens instagram, and there Sohee is on Wonwooâs storyâ and Mingyu feels sick. He closes his phone and puts it back on the bedside table, turning onto his side and staring at the wall unseeingly. The thing in the pit of his stomach awakens, coiling around his insides.
Had he been imagining things? Had he been imagining the stolen glances, the lingering touches, all of it, was it just something Mingyu had made up in his head? Has Wonwoo ever liked him, or was it just wishful thinking?
Why did he like Sohee? Why not him? Why not him?
âŚ
A month passes. Mingyu sees Wonwoo around the campus, and heâs not intentionally avoiding himâ he just doesnât go out of his way to say hi to him. Thatâs fair, isnât it?
They talk, sometimes. In class, in between classes. Wonwoo texts him sometimes, asking if heâll be at parties, that sort of thing. Mingyu says no, most of the time.
When he does go, itâs never quite the same as it was before. Wonwoo hovers around the party with Sohee, and Mingyu lingers in corners and shadows until one of his friends find him and tug him out. Rarely is Wonwoo the friend who does it, but when he does, itâs⌠tense. Sohee seems to either not notice, or she just ignores it.
Sheâs really quite sweet, and Mingyu wishes she wasnâtâ it would be so much easier if she was mean and cruel, but she isnât. Sheâs nice.
The three of them will share a drink, laugh a bit, dance a bit, and then Mingyu will make up an excuse and lock himself in the bathroom, or heâll just leave.
Tonight, he leaves. Mingyu goes home and lies down flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and he thinks; why not me? Why not me? Why not me?
âŚ
The next weekend Mingyu stays home. Heâs lying on his couch half asleep when thereâs a knock on his door which shakes him out of it, and he rolls off the couch with a groan.
He opens the door to seeâ
âWonwoo hyung?â
âHey,â Wonwoo says. He sounds tired. âCan I come in?â
âOh,â Mingyu says. âI mean, sure.â
He lets Wonwoo inside, watching him take off his shoes and his jacket, completely shaken awake by his sudden appearance. Mingyu takes him into the living room and Wonwoo sits down on the couch and puts his head in his hands.
âSorry about barging in like this,â Wonwoo says at length, looking up at Mingyu again. âSohee kicked me out, and thereâs no way for me to get back to mine at this hour. I need a place to crash for the night.â
Of course, Mingyu thinks. Of course Wonwoo only looks for Mingyu when he needs something from him. Heâs not sure if he minds.
âAlright,â Mingyu says. âYou can sleep here, itâs fine. Do youâŚâ he gestures vaguely. âWant to talk, or something?â
âI donât know,â Wonwoo replies.
âDo you want a beer?â
âYeah.â
Mingyu opens his mini fridge and takes two beer cans, tossing one to Wonwoo before sitting down on the couch next to him. They sit in silence for a while, drinking. Eventually, Wonwoo speaks up again.
âIâm bad at fighting,â he says.
Mingyu scoffs, âI donât think anyoneâs good at fighting with their partner.â
âI guess not,â Wonwoo says. âI just feel like⌠I donât know, I feel like I shouldâve said better things. The right things. To fix it.â
âWould those things have been the truth?â Mingyu asks.
Wonwoo looks at him for a long time, before eventually shaking his head and saying, âI changed my mind. I donât want to think about it.â
âI donât think Iâm the right person to ask for relationship advice anyway, hyung,â Mingyu saysâ because he canât stop himself. He canât stop himself from wanting to make it better, always like a dog wanting to please its owner. He hates himself for it almost as much as he hates Wonwoo. âI could be a good distraction, though.â
âA distraction?â Wonwoo says. Heâs still looking at Mingyu, but his eyes have changed, clouded a bit and grown darker. His beer stands empty on the coffee table.
And then, quite suddenly, Wonwoo leans forwardâ instinctually Mingyu leans back, and they end up almost flat against the couch, Mingyu caged in by Wonwooâs arms on either side of him.
âHyungââ
He doesnât get to finish. Wonwoo kisses him hard, pushes him back into the couch, and Mingyuâs mind goes blank, completely blankâ all he can think of is Wonwoo pressed up against him, and then as suddenly as it came, itâs over.
Wonwoo pulls away, as if startled by his own actions, âsorry, fuck, Mingyuââ
âItâs okay,â Mingyu hurries, following Wonwoo up and grabbing onto his shirt, desperately, pathetically. âItâs fine, hyung.â
Itâs not fine. Itâs not fine. That wasnât what Mingyu had meant by distraction at allâ heâd thought about putting on a movie, or talking about something other than Sohee, not⌠not this. But if he can have this, maybeâŚ
âNo itâs not,â Wonwoo says, shaking his head. âMingyu, Iââ
âItâs okay,â Mingyu says again, and he pulls Wonwoo back down with him, and Wonwoo follows. âIâll distract you, hyung. Let me be a distraction. Let meâ let me be useful to you. Use me, I wantâ I want to be useful.â
Wonwoo stares at him unblinkingly for a few seconds, and then heâs kissing him again, even hungrier this time, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth as he kisses him roughly. He manages to manhandle Mingyu into a more comfortable position, so that Wonwoo is lying in between his legs, his arms still on either side of his head, trapping him there.
And Mingyuâs wanted this for so long that he doesnât care why itâs happening, doesnât care about the consequences. He just wants Wonwoo.
He tugs impatiently at Wonwooâs shirt, trying to get it off, âbedroom,â he whines, âplease, hyung. This couch is too small.â
Wonwoo just hums in response, pressing wet kisses down his neck, âyeah,â he mumbles, âright, okay. Bedroom.â
They get up, but their lips donât leave each otherâ Mingyu canât stop, if he stops heâll start thinking about it, why itâs a bad idea, why he shouldnât, and so will Wonwoo.
They fumble their way backwards into Mingyuâs bedroom and fall onto the bed, a mess of limbs, panting and racing against an imaginary clock. Reality, maybe.
Mingyuâs head is swimming, and the only parts of his body he can feel are the parts of him that are touching Wonwoo, or that Wonwooâs touching, and heâs realâ theyâre both real.
When Wonwoo is pressing wet kisses down Mingyuâs neck and then across his abdomen, he turns his head to the side and sees Wonwooâs phone in the bundle of clothes next to them on the bed. Several unread messages are shown on the screen, all of them from Sohee. Mingyu turns the phone off.
And Mingyu tries to forget whose skin Wonwooâs lips have been on, what his hands have done. He tries not to think about who Wonwoo wishes Mingyu was.
It works, almost.
When Mingyu wakes up the next morning, Wonwoo is gone. Itâs raining again.
Re: [FILL] do mi ti, why not me
Of course Wonwoo only looks for Mingyu when he needs something from him oooooh wonwoo when i get you. evil
Iâll distract you, hyung. Let me be a distraction. Let meâ let me be useful to you no my baby mingyu please...ur better than this....
wow what a ride and such a sad abrupt ending YOU HURT ME! take responsibility!! thank you for writing this moony ugh i love the "let me have this any way i can get it even if it hurts" trope i will be crying and thinking of this for a while
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and sorry to wonwoo for almost always make him evil and/or depressed
i will take responsibility for my crimes by. i dont know yet u can make a request i guess but im so glad u enjoyed it(?)
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Wonwoo should know better than to feed a dog he canât keep.
[sobs] also this line omgggg
âWould those things have been the truth?â Mingyu asks.
[clenches fist] my favorite type of angst for sureeeee when /it hurts but they keep coming back for more because what is love if not a measure of who can hurt each other more/ OOF. so happy, eating well. thank you for writing!!!
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