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Jealous? Who, Me? → Blackpink 5th Member
Synopsis: Mingyu insists he’s not jealous, but his lingering gaze and quiet sulking tell a different story.
Wc: 3.3k
Seoul was bustling, as it always was this time of year. The city was alive with the energy of the high-profile event, where actors and idols mingled effortlessly under the soft glow of chandeliers. The venue was full of elegance and excitement, with the hum of laughter and polite conversation filling the air.
Mirae and Mingyu were among the crowd, but their dynamic was anything but public. They had perfected the art of hiding their relationship, ensuring that to the world, they were nothing more than friendly colleagues. Their interactions were casual, never too intimate, nothing that could give away their relationship.
Their members were there too, scattered around the venue like watchful guardians. Jennie and Jisoo stayed close to Mirae, offering playful distractions when needed, while Wonwoo and Seungcheol kept an eye on Mingyu, making sure nothing slipped. It was a performance they had practiced countless times, each movement calculated, each word measured.
[[MORE]]Mingyu was casually chatting with some senior actors and idols, when one of them, a well-known actor in his late 30s, leaned in with a curious smile.
“Hey, Mingyu-ssi,” he started, voice light and casual. “I was just wondering…is Mirae single?”
Mingyu, mid-sip of his drink, nearly choked. He coughed lightly, clearing his throat, before turning to face the older man. His lips curled up into an amused smile.
“Why do you ask, hyung?” he teased, already knowing where this was going.
The actor chuckled, shrugging. “Just curious. She’s stunning, and she seems like a great person. Thought maybe I’d ask. You’re friends with her, right?”
Mingyu let out a short laugh, his dimples deepening. Friends. Right. He nodded slowly, playing along.
“Yeah, we’re close,” he said, the amusement in his voice unmistakable.
“Good, good,” the actor nodded, encouraged. “Then maybe you could put in a good word for me? Maybe even pass along her number?”
Mingyu bit the inside of his cheek to keep from exposing everything right there. The sheer irony of it all. He nodded, lips twitching.
“Yeah, sure, hyung,” he said easily, clapping the older man on the shoulder. “I’ll let her know.”
And with that, he walked away, shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.
Like hell he was going to do that.
He moved through the crowd looking for her, his thoughts lingered on the conversation he’d just had, the actor’s words ringing in his ears. She’s stunning, and she seems like a great person.
Of course, she was. Mirae always was. She had this effortless grace about her, a beauty that left everyone in awe. It wasn’t just her looks, it was how she carried herself, how she made even the smallest moments feel like something special. But damn… why him? Why did he have to be the one to witness this? To watch as other men openly admired her, throwing their advances her way like it didn’t bother him one bit?
His eyes finally found her across the room, laughing lightly at something Jisoo had said. Her smile was enough to stop his heart. Don’t stare too much, he reminded himself, shifting his gaze quickly back to the ground. He couldn’t afford to let anyone see how much it all affected him.
He let out a slow breath. He wasn’t a jealous guy, at least he didn’t think he was. But there was something about the way others looked at Mirae, something about seeing her get attention from people who didn’t know her like he did, that twisted in his gut. And then there was the actor, shamelessly asking for her number, like she wasn’t already taken, like she didn’t already have someone who was him.
He quickly glanced at her again, this time allowing himself to take in the full picture, Mirae in her elegant dress, laughing with ease, completely unaware of the ripple of jealousy simmering in him. His gaze softened. Yeah, she was stunning. But why the hell did it have to annoy him so much?
“Get it together, Mingyu,” he thought, trying to shake the thoughts off. And yet, despite his best efforts, his legs moved straight toward her.
Sliding up beside her, he leaned down, his lips barely brushing her ear. His voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it.
“Some sunbae just asked if you were single,” he murmured, watching for her reaction. “Wanted me to put in a good word. Even asked for your number.”
Mirae turned to look at him, her brows raising in amusement. She could hear the slight tension in his tone despite his attempt to play it off.
“And?” she prompted, biting back a smirk.
Mingyu scoffed lightly, tilting his head. “What do you mean ‘and’? Like hell I’d pass your number.”
That’s when Hoshi, standing nearby, caught on to the conversation. “Wait, wait,” he grinned, nudging Mingyu. “Some guy just tried to hit on Mirae, and you’re telling her here? What did you say?”
Mingyu rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “I laughed and walked away. What else was I supposed to do?”
Mirae chuckled, eyes twinkling as she leaned into him slightly. “Are you jealous?” she teased, voice just loud enough for him and the others to hear.
Mingyu scoffed, looking down at her, then over at Hoshi and the others, who were all clearly enjoying the conversation.
“I’m not jealous,” he said, but the way his jaw tightened said otherwise.
Mirae giggled, reaching up to adjust his collar just to mess with him. “It’s okay, pretty baby,” she whispered. “You don’t have to be jealous. I only have eyes for you.”
Hoshi groaned. “Okay, we get it, you two are in love. But also, who was it? I wanna know.”
Mingyu just shook his head, pulling Mirae a little closer to his side, not planning on sharing that detail anytime soon.
Mirae’s eyes playfully scanned the room, curiosity sparking as she tried to figure out who had asked about her.
Hoshi, Seungkwan, and even Jennie were already throwing out guesses.
“Wait, was it that actor from that one drama?” Hoshi mused, eyes darting around.
“No, no,” Seungkwan interjected. “What if it was that actor from the table near the front? He kept glancing over here earlier.”
Jennie laughed. “Or maybe it was one of the MCs? They did introduce her name with a little too much excitement.”
Mirae, amused, tilted her head slightly, her lips pursed as if she was considering the options.
That was when Mingyu groaned lowly beside her, his fingers itching to reach for her, but he knew they were in public, too many cameras, too many eyes. He settled for leaning in slightly, voice firm but teasing.
“Don’t look,” he muttered. “Only look at me.”
Mirae turned back to him, laughing softly. She reached up and patted his arm soothingly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Calm down, baby,” she whispered, her voice warm and affectionate.
Mingyu exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. “I am calm,” he grumbled, but his pout gave him away.
Jennie smirked. “He’s so whipped.”
Hoshi nodded. “It’s honestly fun to watch.”
Mirae just grinned, knowing full well that no matter how much Mingyu acted possessive in moments like this, he loved her attention just as much, if not more.
She sighed dramatically, tilting her head as she looked at Mingyu with faux exasperation. The conversation shifted to something else now, and he was still standing there thinking.
“If you were gonna be like this, you could’ve just told him no instead of coming here all pouty,” she teased, crossing her arms.
The group immediately burst into laughter.
“Exactly!” Hoshi pointed at Mingyu. “You act all cool, but now look at you.”
Seungkwan smirked. “Big, tough Mingyu, completely defeated by one harmless question.”
Jennie added with a playful grin, “Maybe we should find out who it was and actually give them her number. Just to see what happens.”
Mingyu shot them all a glare before looking back at Mirae, eyes narrowing. “You think you’re funny, huh?”
Mirae smiled sweetly, reaching up to lightly pinch his cheek. “A little bit.”
He groaned, shaking his head. “You guys are the worst.”
But even as they laughed at his expense, Mingyu couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips because at the end of the day, Mirae was his, and nothing could change that.
*Timeskip*
Later on that night, Mirae and Jennie were deep in conversation, sipping on their drinks, when somebody approached. It was a senior actor, many years older than them and they greeted him politely, chatting for a while.
“I’ve been meaning to introduce myself properly to you guys,” the actor said smoothly, eyes settling on Mirae. “You’re even more stunning up close. I wanted to ask earlier, but I figured it’s better to do it in person. Can I get your number?”
Jennie immediately side-eyed Mirae, and in perfect sync, they exchanged the look, that knowing glance that screamed, Ohhh, so it was this guy.
Jennie smirked, clearly entertained, while Mirae kept her expression polite, offering a small, courteous smile.
“Ah, I really appreciate it,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “But for any professional inquiries, you can reach out to my manager. I can give you their number instead.”
The rejection was smooth, respectful, and effortless.
The actor chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly not expecting that. “Ah, I see. Well, no pressure, of course.”
Mirae nodded, still pleasant but unmoved, and Jennie’s smirk only deepened.
Meanwhile, across the room, Mingyu, Hoshi, and a couple of other Seventeen members were watching everything.
“That’s him?” Hoshi asked under his breath, nudging Mingyu.
Mingyu, who had already been staring holes into the scene, let out a small, amused scoff. “Yeah. That’s him.”
“He’s trying hard,” Wonwoo observed, sipping his drink.
“Not hard enough,” Mingyu replied, smirking slightly as he saw Mirae effortlessly deflect the advance. His shoulders relaxed as she moved further away from the senior actor, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
“She handled that well,” Seungkwan noted, grinning.
“Of course, she did,” Mingyu said, still watching as Mirae turned back to Jennie with a knowing look, the two women breaking into quiet laughter.
Hoshi leaned in with a teasing grin. “You still jealous?”
Mingyu rolled his eyes, but the way his lips twitched betrayed him. “Not at all,” he said, before adding under his breath, “She’s coming home with me anyway.”
As Mirae made her way back to Mingyu and the others, she couldn’t help the smirk playing on her lips. Jennie was right beside her, still giggling under her breath as they approached the group.
The moment she got close, Hoshi was already leaning forward, eyes wide with curiosity. “What happened? What’d he say?”
Seungkwan, just as nosy, chimed in. “Did he really ask for your number?!”
Even Wonwoo, usually quiet, raised a brow in amusement.
Mingyu, on the other hand, didn’t say a word, just watching her intently, arms crossed, waiting.
Mirae sighed dramatically, shaking her head. Muttering a small ‘shibal’ under her breath
That one word sent the whole group into laughter.
Hoshi clapped his hands. “No way, it was that bad?”
Jennie, ever the instigator, grinned. “Let’s just say, he tried.”
Mirae turned to Mingyu, finally meeting his eyes, her smirk deepening. “I told him I can give him my manager’s number if he needs anything.”
Mingyu exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a knowing look. “Of course, as you should.”
Hoshi nudged him playfully. “Feeling better now, lover boy?”
Mingyu scoffed but couldn’t hide his smugness as he casually pulled Mirae a little closer. “I wasn’t even worried.”
Mirae just laughed, leaning into his side. “Sure, babe.”
As the night went on, despite her smooth turning down, Mirae could feel it, the occasional glances from the actor. Every now and then, when she turned her head, she’d catch him looking, like he was still contemplating another approach.
Jennie, ever the troublemaker, leaned in with a teasing whisper. “He’s still looking. Should I go tell him you’re very, very taken?”
Mirae groaned under her breath. “Ugh.” She wasn’t trying to make a scene, but this was getting annoying.
Without thinking too much about it, she shifted closer to Mingyu, subtly letting their arms brush. It wasn’t obvious, nothing that would spark attention, but enough to send a message. Mingyu, always quick to pick up on her cues, instinctively moved in, letting his presence wrap around her like a shield.
She could feel the weight of mingyu’s stare now, slightly more protective than usual.
“Everything okay?” he murmured near her ear, his voice sending a little shiver down her spine.
She nodded but tilted her head slightly in the direction of the actor. “He’s still looking.”
Mingyu’s jaw flexed. He wasn’t the type to cause a scene, but damn if he didn’t want to. Instead, he exhaled slowly, before reaching for his drink and taking a long sip, as if to keep himself from saying something reckless.
Jennie, watching it all unfold, stifled a laugh. “This is hilarious.”
Mirae shot her a look. “It’s not.”
Jennie just winked. “Just saying, a little PDA could solve this real fast.”
Mirae rolled her eyes, but without even thinking, her fingers found the inside of Mingyu’s wrist, just barely holding onto it. Not enough to be noticeable, but enough for him to feel.
And that was all he needed.
Mingyu didn’t say anything, just gently turned his wrist so he could hold her hand properly, thumb brushing softly against her skin. No one else could see, but she felt it.
And the actor? Well, the next time she glanced his way, he finally looked away.
Mirae exhaled in relief. “Thank god.”
Jennie grinned, nudging her. “Told you PDA works wonders.”
Mingyu just chuckled, squeezing Mirae’s hand one last time before letting go. “You owe me for keeping my cool.”
Mirae smirked, leaning in just enough for only him to hear. “I’ll pay you back later.”
Mingyu groaned. “Now I really need to keep my cool.”
The rest of the night went by in a breeze. The event was fun for the most part, with Mirae surrounded by her favorite people and her lover boy, who had settled into a calmer state now that the actor had clearly gotten the hint. He didn’t approach Mirae, Mingyu, or any of their friends again, seeming a little embarrassed that he had read the situation so completely wrong.
Mingyu still kept a protective edge to him, an arm lingering at her lower back when they moved through the crowd, a glance her way every so often just to check in, but he wasn’t tense anymore. And Mirae, despite the earlier irritation, found herself relaxing into his presence.
“Okay, but for real,” Jennie piped up when they finally left the venue and piled into their ride. “That was so funny. I swear he looked like a kicked puppy by the end of it.”
Mirae rolled her eyes, kicking off her heels as she settled into the seat. “You’re too entertained by this.”
Jennie smirked. “Oh, absolutely. Mingyu was this close to throwing hands.”
Mingyu, who was coming with them as he was spending the night at Mirae’s, scoffed, stretching his arm across the back of the seat, resting it behind her. “I wasn’t gonna throw hands.” He paused, then shrugged. “But I was definitely ready to look like I would.”
Mirae chuckled, nudging his side playfully. “Well, thanks for keeping your cool.”
He looked down at her, his expression softening. “Always.”
Jennie made a gagging sound. “God, you two are disgusting.”
Lisa, who had been scrolling through her phone, finally looked up with a grin. “But, like, in a cute way.”
Rosé hummed in agreement. “Mingyu’s kinda like an overgrown golden retriever who thinks he’s a guard dog.”
Mingyu groaned. “Can we not?”
Jisoo smirked. “Nah, you’re part of the Blackpink family now. We get to roast you forever.”
Mirae laughed as Mingyu sank further into his seat resting his forehead against her shoulder, groaning dramatically. But she knew he didn’t actually mind, not when he was surrounded by her girls, the people she loved. And not when, at the end of the night, she’d be the one going home with him.
And that thought alone was enough to make her smile as she leaned into his side, letting the warmth of his presence settle around her.
The second the door shut behind them, Mirae wasted no time. She turned to Mingyu, eyes gleaming with mischief, her fingers already toying with the collar of his shirt. “You were so good tonight, baby.”
Mingyu let out a deep breath, his hands sliding over her waist, his grip tightening just slightly. “I had to be. But Everything was testing me.”
Mirae smirked, tilting her head. “And you didn’t let it show.”
He narrowed his eyes, watching her closely, his hands already creeping lower. “So what do I get as a reward?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a step back, her fingers tracing slow patterns down his chest before undoing the first button of his shirt. Then the second. The warmth of her fingertips against his skin made him shiver.
“Let me show you,” she murmured, stepping even closer, her lips barely grazing his.
Mingyu groaned, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulled her against him. “You’re dangerous.”
“Only for you.”
With that, she kissed him, soft at first, teasing, like she wanted to drive him crazy. And it worked. He chased after her lips, deepening the kiss, hands pressing her closer until there was no space left between them.
Mirae let out a soft hum, pleased with how easily he gave in, and then she pulled away, slipping out of his grasp with a playful grin. “Come on.”
Mingyu followed her without hesitation as she led him further into the apartment, past the warm glow of the living room and into her bedroom. The second they stepped inside, the air shifted.
She turned to him, her gaze softer now, but still just as teasing. “Did you really think I didn’t notice?”
“Notice what?” His voice was already lower, rougher.
She smirked, lifting her hand to run through his hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp. “You watching me all night. The way you kept looking at me whenever he came around.”
Mingyu scoffed, catching her wrist and pulling her hand away, only to press a kiss to her palm. “Can you blame me?”
Mirae smiled, leaning in to brush her lips against his jaw. “I liked it,” she whispered, and she could feel the way he tensed at her words. “I liked knowing you were watching.”
Mingyu groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She laughed softly. “No, I’m gonna make it up to you.”
And she did.
That night, she made sure Mingyu had no reason to doubt where she belonged. She took her time, pressing soft kisses along his neck, dragging her fingers down his chest, whispering sweet things between heated moments. She let him hold her, let him take his time with her too, both of them moving in sync, hands grasping, bodies molding together perfectly.
At one point, with her pinned beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, Mirae brushed his hair back and looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her voice breathless. “Tomorrow morning, I’m gonna complain again,” she said, referring to how she usually grumbles the day after he’s rough with her.
Mingyu let out a low chuckle, leaning down to kiss her slow and deep. “I know,” he murmured against her lips. “And I’m still not going easy on you.”
Mirae only grinned, pulling him closer. “Good.”
In that moment, with nothing but the sound of their bodies coming together and the soft, breathless sounds filling the air, Mingyu knew one thing for sure: there was no way he was ever letting her go.
By morning, she was exactly where she knew she would be, sore, sleepy, and curled up against Mingyu’s chest. She whined softly, as expected, and he laughed at her predictable complaints. But even as she pouted, she clung to him, burying her face in his neck, a silent reminder that, despite her complaints, she was his and always would be.
A/N: Finally back after so long! This post was in my drafts for a while and I knew I had to give you guys something for making you wait so many months! More regular updates coming soon!!
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