Ateez as your boyfriend: Mingi
cw: daddy (biological, dead), daddy (mingi), pickle juice, mentions of boy scouts, interventions, forced paper-bag wear, NSFW, penis-socks, penis-naming
You know you shouldn’t complain. You can’t complain — not when you’re sat in your Gangnam apartment, sorting through a mountain’s worth of requests from Seoul’s music-industry top-dogs, all begging you to dress their talents.
And so, you really, really shouldn’t complain. But… lately, something’s just been…
Something you can’t quite put your finger on.
It hits you again tonight, as you’re flicking through the requests you’ve been sent over the last week.
Fromis 9 want a cute, yet casual styling for their comeback. Pleated skirts and croptops, with subtly vivid colours that make the outfits pop.
SM are requesting a pastel, scout-themed styling for NCT Dream’s new song, "Lover Boy In The Tent" — thigh long shorts and quirky-looking shirts, preferrably encorporated with feathers and rhinestones.
Oh My Girl — cute, summery pastel outfits.
TWICE — cute holiday outfits with flowers.
Red Velvet, cute. Seventeen, cute. Block B, cute. Cute, cute, cute.
It washes over you then, that strange discomfort, causing you to drift off — off and away from the work you’ve procrastinated doing all day.
You stare blankly at the requests in front of you.
Disinterest, you realise. That unfamiliar, off-putting feeling that’s plagued you lately. It’s boredom.
Your realisation is followed by a sting of fear. You love your job more than anything, and cute concepts are your specialty — it’s how you dress in your personal life, and you love to experiment with clothes and materials — there is no way you’re growing bored.
You shake your head, pressing your palms to your eyes until you see stars. No, you decide, you’re not bored. Just overworked and sleep-deprived.
Pushing the feeling away, you pull out SM’s request form, and get started on NCT Dream’s outfits.
"Checkered shorts for Chenle. Make them longer, just above the knees — more rhinestones on his beret, too."
"Velvet shirt for Jaemin, just to make him stand out a bit more. Maybe baby blue Oxford’s to match…"
"No, just plain white ones, actually- he’s already got blue shorts, and-"
You look up from the notebook you’d been muttering thoughts into to see your assistant, Minhyuk, waving a hand in front of your face. You groan, pulling your hair out of your face.
"Sorry Hyukkie~" you whine. "I’m nearly done here, I’ve been stuck on these outfits for ages. We’ll go bowling soon, I promise."
"No, y/n, that’s not it!" Minhyuk says, clenching his hands into fists in front of his chest. "There- there’s a new client requesting your services."
"Oh. Just put their request form in the pile by the water-cooler, I’ll look through it in a while."
"N-no, y/n. It- uhm… there’s no form…" Minhyuk says.
"So… there is no request, then?" you question, raising an eyebrow.
"N-no, there um… there is…" Minhyuk bites his lip, cluthing his pastel pink fanny-pack that he always wears around his waist. "Um… they-"
"Annyeonghaseyeo, stylist-nim~"
A deep, velvety voice calls out from behind you, shooting shivers down your spine. You turn, startled, to see a tall man, biting his lip. He’s dressed in heavy, black combat boots, black cargo pants lined with pockets and straps, and a black mesh top. He is a stark contrast to the pale pinks, blues and yellows of your office, so much so that you have to stare at him for a moment for your brain to catch up.
The man smirks at you. "Haha~ Koyangi got your tongue?~"
You blink a few times, absentmindedly.
"S-sorry-" you blurt, "I didn’t expect- uh- wh-what can I help you with today?"
"I’m an idol," he says, "ATEEZ. Ever heard of us?"
"Haha… cool. We need a stylist. Our company is taking ages getting us one, so I’m taking matters into my own hands."
"And you came… to me?" you ask, absolutely bewildered. Why this man- this ATEEZ-member, dressed in all-black, belts and straps, would come to your building, where the interior design, the workers, the mannequins are all pastels, is beyond you.
"My boy Chenle says you’re Seoul’s top-fashionista." The man shifts his weight, tipping his head back. His pecs flex under mesh top. You try to focus on his face instead, blushing. The corners of his lips curl up into a knowing smile. "Why don’t we go speak somewhere … more private."
His eyes flick over to Minhyuk. He yelps like a frightened dog.
"It’s okay, hyukkie… Go get a slushie for us both while we talk. We’ll go bowling as planned after," you promise, shooting him a small smile.
"O-okay…" Minhyuk says. He turns to leave, then stops, and turns towards the man again. "B-but- but … don’t you dare hurt y/n! Or you’ll have me to deal with!"
The man cocks a brow. Then he looks to you again, smirking. "We’ll see."
Once Minhyuk has left the room, you go to talk in a meeting room, and the man sits across from you with his elbows on the table.
For a moment, there is silence. You clear your throat. "… I… I never caught your name," you say awkwardly, fidgeting with your pen.
"Ah, sorry. I’m Mingi," the man says. He pauses, smirks, before saying: "But if all goes well, you’ll be calling me something else very soon."
You arch an eyebrow in confusion.
He seems to take notice, and shakes his head dismissively. "We want a badass, sorta concept. Don’t care what, so long as we give a kinda… I wanna be him, I wanna be with him, I don’t wanna fight him though."
You nod, slowly. "That isn’t really… my area of expertise."
Mingi pouts. "But it could be, right? Please?~ I’m kinda in a pickle here, sweetcheeks."
You bite your lip. "I wouldn’t… be good at it."
"Practice makes perfect," he responds. He gets up and slowly begins walking around, approaching your side of the table. "I’ll even give you my personal assistance." He slides a finger across the parting of your hair. "In any… way- damn, you’re a greasy girl."
You flinch at Mingi’s words, reaching up to grab at your hair, protectively. You blush. "It- I’m overworked, okay!?" you defend. "I haven’t had time to shower."
Mingi looks at you, then he shrugs. "That’s okay. Daddy likes his baby girls stinky."
Your entire face goes bright red. What have you gotten yourself into!?
- Not ever having had a father figure in your life, you experience a real sexual awakening in the meeting with Mingi. For this reason you decline to work with him, promptly kick him out of the building, and go bowling with Minhyuk and your guniea pig Balthazaar.
- After your 700th rhinestone on Chenle’s scout boy beret, you can’t taje it anymore. You look up Mingi’s phone number in the yellow pages and beg for his business back. Mingi chuckles over the phone, and whispers "I guess I could give you our business back… if you let me take you out on a date…" Thankfully, Mingi can’t see the way your cheeks go bright red. He can, however, hear the flustered voice in which you accept.
- For your first date, Mingi takes you to McDonalds. "Greasy food for my greasy girl," he winks, before ordering three double cheeseburger meals and a large Pickle Juice Sports Drink. He’s broke from the stylist deposit, so you end up paying.
- Mingi loves pet names. He calls you "babygirl," "baby," or "my greasy girl," all of which give you butterflies. You call Mingi ‘Fungi,’ because he’s a fun guy.
- The only man Mingi tolerates being around you is Minhyuk, because "he’s almost more babygirl than you are." For this reason, you don’t get to meet the rest of the ATEEZ until you have to dress them, seeing as it is your job, but Mingi makes them all put paper bags over their heads.
- Mingi frequently insists on letting Balthazaar the guniea pig sleep in your bed.
- The ATEEZ-members eventually get tired of wearing paper bags everywhere, so they stage an intervention. Mingi cries a lot, but eventually, he agrees to let them meet you properly.
- Mingi loves to be called ‘daddy’ in bed. If you use his real name, he pretends he can’t hear you.
- He is very possessive, and will frequently leave hickeys on your neck so everyone knows who you belong to. At one point, you wore a turtleneck to cover them up, so now he leaves hickeys on your cheeks instead. After, he says "I’m sowwy…" and pouts, which never fails to make your annoyance fade. He’s just so goddamn cute!
- Mingi calls his dick ‘Mikey.’ In the winter, he wears a penis-sock shaped like a motorbike to keep warm. He calls it "a bikey for Mikey."
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