Dating Mingyu meant never flying under the radar again.

You were his senior in college—two years above, calm, collected, and perfectly fine with blending into the background. But Mingyu? Mingyu didn’t do subtle.

He was loud in every sense—voice, laugh, presence—and hopelessly in love with the fact that you were his.

He brought you everywhere. Study groups you had no business being in? There. His intramural basketball matches? Front row seat, VIP only for “my girlfriend.” Group projects? He’d somehow squeeze you in as “moral support.” Even casual dinners with his batchmates started feeling like mini dates he proudly paraded you through.

At first, you rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to bring me to everything, you know.”

He’d grin, shameless. “But then who would I brag to about how cool my girlfriend is?”

It wasn’t about showing you off—it was about how real you made everything feel to him. The senior he used to quietly admire from a distance… now slipping her hand into his between classes, pretending not to smile when he yelled “babe!” across the courtyard.

You used to be the calm one. Now you were the calm one with a very loud, very loving shadow. And honestly? You didn’t mind.