imagine seokmin with safe skin markers spread out all around him as he holds your leg gently in his lap. he’s hunched over, his tongue sticking out and his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates on coloring the tattoo on your leg. he’s been mumbling and giggling to himself for the past twenty minutes as he tosses and picks up marker after marker trying to make the art in your skin even more perfect.
it’s adorable really as he tries so hard to hide his progress from you, shooing and giggling when you try to peak over his arms and broad shoulders. every five minutes he mumbling “i’m almost done.” as he picks up a new marker (he is in fact not almost done but you can’t be mad at him for lying because he just looks so cute while he concentrates).
when he’s finally done he has a bright smile on his face, his eyes sparkling as he continues to hide your leg.
“are you ready?” he asks excitedly. and when you smile with just as much enthusiasm and excitement he’s pulling away to show you his finished product. all the colors blended smoothly and he even added his own little drawings around your tattoo, he always said he thought your tattoo looked lonely down there and need some buddies (and the urge to go and get them tattooed right then and there was huge). “do you like it?” he grew worried at your silence.
“i love it!” you finally snap back to reality and smile brightly at him. he seemed to relax as he began to subconsciously rub at your leg, his smile growing wider (if that was even possible).
“i’m glad!” he laughs quietly. “i tried to make it as beautiful as you are.” his face was all red as he leaned down to kiss your leg gently while looking up at you through his eyelashes, giggling when he noticed your own blush as you whine about him saying shit like that (it always flustered you and turned you into a puddle, though i’m sure that’s what he was going for every time).
@onlyseokmins look at the damage you caused me (pls ily)
↳ This piece covers nsfw topics! Please beware whilst there is no explicit smut, the topic itself is considered nsfw, and there are nsfw-related scenes, so please beware!
↳ The power dynamics are not explicitly mentioned except for several instances, but there is an undercurrent of dom/sub undertones in their relationship.
↳ mind the tags before proceeding please!
tags: insecurity, panic attacks, sub drop, body image issues, slight feminization (?), just pure hurt/comfort, no smut but there are discussions of past scenes.
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Mingyu was huge.
Standing at 6 feet 2, he was not the picture perfect image of a "submissive little princess" that you'd normally imagine.
But now, dressed in a short frilly dress that barely reach his thighs, hair styled in mussed, permed curls, with a little silver circlet on his head, he certainly felt like one.
The dress was white—contrasting well with the tan of his sun-kissed skin, and layered in several tiers. It was tulle, or some sort of chiffon, Mingyu didn't know for sure, but he was certain of one thing: it was absolutely stunning. The sleeves were tight, but they didnt squeeze to the point of him having to rub off red marks after. The tiers spill out of the dress' waistline, almost creating a waterfall effect with the light glinting off of it and his ever moving body.
All of that, combined with the white thigh highs hugging 85% of his legs, the red bon-bon clips sitting nicely on the top of his head, right next to the circlet, made him feel... small—pretty.
His head was starting to haze the longer he stared at his own reflection on the mirror, a Mingyu he had never seen before and just now emerging to the surface of his mind.
He had thought of this before, back when Shua-hyung mentioned something in passing to Hannie-hyung about lingeries and cute clothing that would fit him as he laid in the bed between them, a vibrator stuffed in his ass, begging for a release from the two hyungs sandwiching him.
A whispered: "Lovely looks so pretty begging like this, don't you think, Shua? Our one and only pillow princess?"
And a murmured: "Oh he definitely is. Our princess. We should get you some princess outfits soon, shouldn't we, since you seem to love when we call you princess all the time?"
They filled his ears as he reached his climax, and he came harder than he ever had, with visions of pretty dresses and tiaras burning in the back of his cornea.
Ever since then, there was just a constant buzz in his head pushing him towards his laptop, to check every nook and cranny of the internet for the perfect, lovely little dress.
And it certainly took a while—three weeks to be exact, but he finally landed on an online store that specializes in selling lingeries and nightwear. His heart almost stopped when he clicked on the store catalogue, his eyes shimmering as he watched rows after rows pop up on his screen.
Pretty little dresses galore, all ready and calling for Mingyu to add them to cart.
There was a sudden endorphin rush as he scrolled through page after page of carefully crafted and sewn dresses. He imagined himself in each and every single one of the dresses, and his smile grew wider each time with each click of his mouse.
But something was missing.
Something... That essentially screamed Mingyu.
That is, until he scrolled to the end of the pages.
He didn't hesitate, not even once. The moment his eyes laid on the design of the dress, he just had to add it to cart. But not before also checking out another dress, in black, that screamed babydoll to him, a pair of black and white thigh high socks, and adding the silver circlet that—in his mind—would complete the princess set.
So here he was, three weeks later, the black mailing packet abandoned on the bed, dressed in one of the prettiest piece of clothing he has ever worn in his life.
A giggle slipped through his lips as he bit his bottom lip, staring and admiring at how the dress flows and accentuates his assets. The lightweight and sheer fabric showed his tanned, healthy, glowing skin slightly, almost making it seem like he was barely wearing anything. His muscular thighs were wrapped—perhaps a little too tightly—by the white thigh highs. Another giggle slipped out of his throat as he traced the lace border laying daintily on his skin as his fingers traced a sheer part of the thigh high that looks like it's going to break at the seams.
And that made him pause.
Because what sort of princess would break a piece of garment she was wearing?
He refocused his gaze on the threads barely holding together. If he were to dig his nails, it would break and a hole would manifest itself on his brand new pair of thigh high socks. How did it even get there anyways? He didn't even hear a single sound while wearing it, why is there the stretch here then? Did he flex his thigh muscles too hard when kneeling in front of the mirror for poses? Was he too large for the dainty outfit?
Was he, perhaps, not fitting as a princess?
The longer Mingyu stared at the mirror, the less that he felt confident that he'd be able to show this to anyone else, much less his hyungs.
They'd always called him their princess, even despite his large stature, one of the reasons being his tendencies to be caring, soft and pliant under his hyungs, always leaving everything up to his hyungs to decide, to sometimes take care of him whenever he drifts too far into subspace. He was their princess, and he was proud of that, of how it made him feel so small and docile, just like a damsel in distress waiting for her knight.
But now, he wasn't so sure.
Would they even like him in the clothes? His arms look too large in the off-shoulder, poofy sleeves. They look awkward, and now that he's paying attention, the dress just makes him look so... big. Boxy, and ungraceful. Hannie and Shua-hyung would be dissapointed when they see him trip over air again and ruin the dress that they paid for. And who even decided that his mussed hair would look good, he just looks... Messy. And Wonwoo, Jun and Jihoon-hyung hates being messy, especially if it's on their subs. And his thighs, when did they even get so large? Did the diet he worked so hard on not actually work? God Cheol and Soonyoung-hyung would be so displeased when he sees that he's grown even larger than before.
He spiralled down the rabbit hole, shrinking in on himself as he digs his fingers into his thighs. He hated the way he looked in the reflection, the imperfections that would simply drive his hyungs away and abandon him because he wasn't the princess-
rrrip.
There were a few things that would make Mingyu's heart drop—a cockroach flying through the dorm, the sound of Cheol-hyung's deep laugh when he's being particularly ruthless, the shrilling scream of any of his beloved members—but nothing would compare to the sound of a simple fabric tearing that would make Mingyu's heart drop even lower that it has.
His nails scratched through the stretched threads.
The socks tore.
The socks, that would make him look so pretty, so dainty, that would make him the perfect princess, that would give him his hyungs' approval, torn.
And his head sunk with his heart.
He didn't even know anything anymore, he just had to get away from the mirror, so he scooted back as far as he could, away from the eyes of the damn mirror—and is it just him or is it getting even harder to breathe here—
A sharp pain bloomed in his back. It hit something, but he wasn't sure what, but he knew that it would bruise, and blemish his skin again because of his clumsiness, and Jihoon-hyung would be dissapointed again at him and Cheol-hyung would nag and be mad at him and they'd punish him again and—
"Mingoo-yah?" The soft lilt of the fluctuating accent, the nickname; that was Jeonghan-hyung. Oh God he can't let any of his hyungs see him like this, have mercy, please—
"Oh, baby, you're already wearing the dress?" The slight English accent, and the heavy footsteps: Shua-hyung. No, no! Don't come close, God, no!!
"Mingyu? Lovely? Why are you hiding from us? Is something wrong?" Even through the haze in his head, he could hear his Cheol-hyung's sharp, yet soft tone and the undercurrent of worry he always carries when talking with his members. But his questions served nothing but to make Mingyu curl even deeper into his knees, trying to make himself smaller so his hyungs wouldn't see his imperfections and leave him.
"Don't- don't-! please, don't look at me!"
"Why not, gorgeous? You dressed up so prettily, and it's all for our eyes to see, hm? So tell us why we shouldn't look at your pretty little self?" Jihoon-hyung hands softly raked through his hair—wait, when did he even come close?
"N-NO!" His hands seemed to move on it's own as he grabbed at the wrist in his hair and smacked it away as hard as he could.
There was a silence as Mingyu seemed to register what exactly he had done, and his breathing grew hard. Jihoon-hyung would not stand for this sort of disobedience. He liked his lovely little subs always docile, always listening to him and his every command, and now that he had directly disobeyed him—rejected him outright and smacked his hand away, even—he was surely going to be met with punishment, wasn't he?
Jihoon did not skimp on punishments.
Flogs, sounding tools, overstimulation to the point where it would hurt, chastity belts; Jihoon was the expert in dishing out punishments in their little group of 13, and every single sub would fear for the day that they anger him, for once you do, you're not going out of his room without a proper apology, a reddened ass, a cock cage with a sounding pole, and at least five dry orgasms.
And Mingyu hated that.
He hated the rough talks, the nonchalant attitude Jihoon had while punishing misbehaving subs, as if they weren't even there in the beginning or as if they were more worthless than the dirt on his heels, the hours of torture while you wait for the command from Jihoon when you'd be able to finally get out of the gear—god no, Mingyu absolutely despised that with all his entire being.
But it's too late now, wasn't it?
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean to, please don't punish me hyung please I didn't mean to here you can touch anything just please not any sort of punishment please don't-! Don't—!"
Thud.
His whole body flared in pain. What had happened? His bed wasn't supposed to be this hard, was it? Had he fallen? What did he hit? Why did his back hurt so much? Why was his world spinning so much? It wasn't supposed to be like this, he was supposed to be their pretty little princess, but now they've seen him like this, they're not going to think that he's pretty or that he's deserving of being their princess anymo—
"-oll, Mingyu, can you hear me?" The voice cut through the cotton of his brain. His heart slows, for a moment, enough for him to focus on Wonwoo's voice. It's lagging, but Mingyu's brain registers the question enough to nod. His eyes track the wisps of a smile on Wonwoo's lips.
"There you are, doll, focus on me, ok? Can I touch or hold your hand?" In lieu of an answer, Mingyu's hand shot out and grabbed Wonwoo's awaiting hand, and Wonwoo instinctively pulls his doll closer, letting the younger bury his face into Wonwoo's sweater.
It was warm, Mingyu thought, and he didn't want to lose this. This warmth, security and warmth. He wanted to hold onto this feeling for even longer, wanted to savor in the care and affection his hyungs gave him, but he knew that it wouldn't come as easily as before if they realized what was wrong with him—if they didn't already.
"Follow Wonwoo's breathing, ok, baobei? You're ok, everything's ok, yeah? Your hyungs got you." Mingyu could hear the traces of a smile on Junhui's whispery voice, and he smiled at the reassurance, but it didn't quite seep into him as it usually did.
In that moment of relative silence, the seven elders who had heard of the commotion looked to each other, each asking the same, unanswered and unsaid question.
What had happened for Mingyu to panic and drop so badly?
Had they crossed some sort of invisible line, one that had not been drawn or discussed yet?
What happened to their little precious princess?
In the end, it was Seungcheol who stepped closer to the cuddling pair, gently rubbing Mingyu's fingers and palms, frowning at the indents made by too-long-nails.
"Mingyu-yah," he started in a soft voice. "Could you tell hyungs what happened? I'm not going to force you if you don't want to tell, Gyu-yah, but did we do something wrong, baby? Please say something, Mingyu."
And he didn't know what broke him necessarily, the fact that he was just so emotionally exhausted, the multiple eyes staring him down like he was some sort of wild animal that needed to be tamed or just the fact that he was being called by his name, when normally, Seungcheol would call him Darling, Baby boy, or Lovely.
Seungcheol only called him by his name whenever he did something wrong, or tipped a line they've never crossed, or if he was being a bad boy.
He had messed up, again, and it was clear now that it wasn't only Jihoon who was mad, but all of his hyungs. He squirmed in Wonwoo's hold, trying to run again, but Wonwoo's arms were strong as he held him in place.
"Don't run away please, Mingyu-yah, we just want to know what's upsetting you right now. Please don't push us away." Shua's hands were petting his coiffed hair as he sobbed into Wonwoo's sweater. He quickly retracted his hand from Cheol's soft hands, balling them up into Wonwoo's sweater instead, trying to get the man to release him.
His head shook vigorously, he didn't want his hyungs knowing more than they already have, he didn't want them to be burdened even more with him when they already have so much on their plates to bear.
"Baby do you think hyungs are mad at you?"
There was a sudden ring of clarity when Soonyoung's voice spoke the words into existence.
"You.. aren't?"
"Why would you think so, baby? You didn't do anything wrong, look, you even dressed so prettily for us, and only for us. We're elated, baby, that's what we are!" Soonyoung almost bounced over to where Wonwoo and Mingyu are, and he could feel the deep chuckles in Wonwoo's chest as they came out.
Mingyu, though, just shook his head.
He couldn't wrap his head around what Soonyoung had said. He was too large. Too bulky, too muscular, too tall and too dumb and clumsy to ever be anything like a princess. His thighs, too large to be a delicate princess', his arms, too muscular to be considered fragile and to be cared for, and his attitude too unlike the docile little princess all his hyungs wanted—He was too Mingyu.
Mingyu could hear several people holding their breaths as he spoke, and said breaths hitching and going out the wrong pipe.
Ah...
He's said it out loud, hadn't he?
He hid his face even deeper into Wonwoo's chest, trying to make himself smaller despite being taller than Wonwoo, but a pair of arms plucked him from Wonwoo's hold, and stood him up in front of the full length mirror in his room.
Soonyoung stood behind him, practically beaming at him through the mirror.
"Our pretty, little, princess, you are and will always be our lovely, beautiful princess, no matter what anyone thinks or says." One look from Soonyoung, and the rest of the room immediately moved closer, their hand start to wander around Mingyu's body.
"Look at you, princess." Wonwoo raised Mingyu's head, so that he could look at his reflection on eye level. "So beautiful, dressed like an actual princess, oh how lovely you are, so pretty it makes me speechless." He chuckled as he dove his head to lay on Mingyu's shoulder.
"No matter how bulked up you get, or however lean you become, as long as you're happy and healthy, we'll always see you as our baby. Our precious little baby princess." Jun's hand started wandering up his thighs, and before he could shy away, he whispered a small "don't hide them, baby, they look amazing."
Jihoon, who had his eyes trained on Mingyu's body, noticed the small movement, and hugged his waist. "Don't hide yourself, gorgeous. You're beautiful, even with your muscular body and bulk—man am I jealous of you; bulking up easier than any of us, and still being so pretty, so good to us, our princess is the best, isn't he?"
His hands raise to cover his face, but long, slender hands gently grabbed them and rubbed and massaged his fingers to unfurl from his fists. "How pretty are your hands, Mingoo-yah? How much time do you take to take care of them?" A kiss, and Jeonghan stared into Mingyu's eyes. "You're so lovely, our little princess Mingyu."
"You're right, Hannie." Shua's signature smile appeared just as Jeonghan stepped aside, and he rubs a few pats onto Mingyu's head before moving to caress his face. "Our princess, always so kind and good for us, always pushing us to the right directions, always cheering us up, aren't you, babydoll?" Shua trailed his thumb over Mingyu's bottom lip. At this point, Mingyu couldn't hold back anymore, and he melts right into Soonyoung just behind him.
"Oh definitely, Shua. He's our happy virus, our precious little pretty baby," Cheol placed a kiss on his nose- "-our good girl" -one on his forehead- "-our one and only princess," -one on each of his cheeks, and finally on his lips. "He even dressed up so pretty for us and us only, right, princess?"
At the question, Mingyu couldn't do much more than nod.
His head was floating in cotton and sugar, being in between the warmth of his hyungs and their words, makes him drift even further than he has ever, his legs feel like jelly as he leant back to lay against Soonyoung's warm body.
Distantly, he registers that Soonyoung was slowly moving to set him down on the carpeted wooden floor, rearranging his heavy limbs to make sure that he was as comfortable as possible. And even more distantly, he knows that he should be helping himself get up, that he should be moving his legs to move to the bed where, perhaps, his hyungs would give him a nice, soft round of vanilla sex if they'd like it or lay with him as he went to sleep, but none of those thoughts seem to register well in his overwhelmed brain, as if something short-circuited and he's... Just floating like a piece of cloud in the sky.
"Oh, look at you baby, you're drifting already, aren't you?" Words were getting even harder to form, much less sentences, and so Mingyu only nodded his head at the question. His mind was nothing but the soft buzzing of "good, princess, pretty, good" constantly replaying in his brain.
"He's already down there, isn't he? Our princess loves attention, loves being doted on like this doesn't he?" Wonwoo chuckled as he snatched a weighted blanket, bought specially for moments like this, from Mingyu's bed. Mingyu's eyes were hazy as he tried to focus on Wonwoo's's voice, trying to figure out if he has to answer his question. A hand brushed his hair gently as he furrowed his brows.
"It's ok princess you don't have to say anything, ok? Let hyungs take care of you now, c'mon, Cheollie, pick our princess up." A whine escaped Mingyu at the thought of having to move from his comfortable spot on the floor and up against Soonyoung, surrounded by his hyungs and the warmth they exude.
A soft shushing voice from Jihoon pacified Mingyu a little. "No need to whine lovely, we're just moving you and all of us to your bed. We want you to be comfortable, baby doll. it'll only take a while, ok? Just hold onto Cheol-hyung, ok?" He feels himself being jolted out of his position, and not long after, the sensation of something soft hit his back, and he relaxed.
Distantly, he registered that there were dips on the bed from where his hyungs were sitting or lying beside him on the bed, and his mind quieted as his eyes closed in contentment, the earlier stresses of the day completely gone.
"Sleep, princess, we will always be here."
Perhaps, he may dream of pretty princesses that fit the image of a stereotypical damsel in distress, but in his heart, he now knows that to him, princesses also comes in muscular arms, defined cheek and jawlines, and a pretty little babydoll dress.
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additional notes:
- please feel free to send me a request! I'd love to write more abt these boys but I'm currently pretty dry on ideas :(((
- this was actually an upgrade/rewrite of a thread that I made over on twt, but I wasn't that satisfied in. I decided to rewrite it and post it here on tumblr instead of deleting and rewriting a whole thread.
- this is the dress Mingyu is wearing! Very dainty, very pretty, and I am in love with it.
- I'm actually pretty new to caratland, so uhh I guess starting my entry with a bang?
