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a/n some self indulgent mingyu fluff. i know he would spoil his person like no other
{11:38PM}
You came in late sad at the thought that mingyu would be asleep when you got back. What you didn't expect was to see mingyu standing in the middle of the kitchen standing over a pot.
"just in time baby." He said stirring at it "ramen..." he said putting the spoon down and a walking towards the fridge "annnd a special order of jeonghan's kimbap specially made just for you" he said with a huge smile
"what's all this?" you said walking towards him
"i didn't wanna do dinner without you." he said as he pulling you in. you took in his freshly showered scent and warmth. he was already wearing comfy clothes.
"thank you." you said kissing him on the chest him leaning down for another on the lips "i missed you" you said yawning
"it's been a few hours." he laughed
"too long without you" you said snuggling into his chest. he moved with you in his embrace back towards the stove so he keep stirring the ramen. "i'm gonna go wash up and get comfy you said. he nodded kissing the top of your head as you pulled out of his embrace. you made your way down the hall seeing your favourite hoodie of his already on the bed. you quickly took off your makeup put your hair up and and slipped into it and made your way back to the kitchen. hearing mingyu yell for you
"in here!" you followed his voice into the living room and saw a bunch of blankets and pillows on the floor in front of the coffee table "i made a fort. We can spend all weekend here." he said laying back looking at you with the softest look ever patting a spot beside him. you went and sat and he wrapped you in a blanket before placing the food on a pillow in front of you. "you deserve the most restful weekend my baby"
"so do you." you said feeding him a kimbap.
"we'll rest together." he said mouth full
you two ate as you told him about your day. and spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching movies in the cozy blanket fort no thoughts of monday on your mind
carats will see wonwoo and let their horny brain take over. sugar daddy?? campus thottie????? that man is a socially awkward pretentious catboy sapiosexual gamer trapped in the body of a tall attractive man. he’s not pinning you against a wall and growling at you, he’s three hours deep in an overwatch session in his room at 10pm on a friday pounding red bulls and peeing in empty bottles
i love loser wonwoo 😭 it’s crazy that c-fans call hhu the alpha unit when wonwoo is basically a shy anime girl, mingyu loves being degraded and humiliated by other men, and vernon “bad at sports” chwe is vernon
jihoon looks up at your words, averting his eyes from the orange cap he had been eyeing for a few moments.
jihoon doesn’t like shopping. neither do you, really – but you’ve been forced to undertake this ordeal because of the state of your winter clothes (and maybe because your mother seemed genuinely horrified at their not-so-great condition). when you told your boyfriend you were planning on going shopping to replenish clothes for the coming winter, you didn’t expect him to offer to come along. you had tried to tell him that he didn’t have to, but that only made him more insistent. i know i don’t have to, he had said, i want to.
that shut down any efforts on your part to stop him from going on an excursion he might not enjoy. jihoon doesn’t explicitly express his feelings towards you often (he’s not much different from you in that regard), so it always catches you off-guard when he’s direct – a fact you have a suspicion he knows.
that brings you to the present; jihoon waiting patiently in the accessories isle of the rather gigantic clothing store while you try to pick out a scarf, having managed to narrow it down to a beige-patterned one and a dark blue one, both with similar material and prices. you’ve tried each of them about four times now, and even you’re getting impatient with yourself.
jihoon, on the other hand, has said nothing about your indecisiveness, patiently responding to the list of pros-and-cons you had drawn for each scarf. he’s been almost saintly patient today, only showing any frustration when you tried carrying the shopping basket. i don’t have much to say about sweaters, he had said, pulling the basket from your hands, the least i can do is carry the clothes.
“don’t worry about it”, he responds, giving you a gentle smile, “i know you think about these things, it’s okay. i don’t mind”.
oh, how you wish you could kiss this man. right here, right now.
“i do like to think about it, but”, you pause, picking up the beige scarf, “i’m tired, and i can’t think anymore. i’ll just take this, it goes with everything i have”.
“are you sure?”, he frowns, holding out the basket so you can drop the scarf in, “you like the other color better”.
“i do”, you nudge him along to the direction of billing counters, “but this one is more versatile. and i’m hungry”, you smile at his chuckle, “so this will do”.
[...]
“only i would buy a scarf and forget to wear it the very next day”, you snort, snuggling into your jacket in the hopes that it covers your neck. it doesn’t.
after coming home from the shopping trip, you had discarded the untouched bag in a corner of the room and started working on your assignment, only stopping to order dinner. you had forgotten about the new clothes until a few minutes ago, when you met jihoon outside his studio for a walk in the slightly chilly november night. the slight pain in your ears reminded you that you had also forgotten to buy a cap on the trip.
“yeah, about that”, jihoon pauses in his step, and you turn around to see him rummage through his bag, “here”.
he pulls out a blue fabric, shaking it open from its folded state. it’s the scarf from yesterday, you realize, the one you didn’t end up buying. jihoon steps forward and places it gently on your shoulder, moving it so that it won’t fall when he lets go. your hands instinctively clutch the fabric when a gust of wind blows, and you tilt your head into its warmth.
“you’re supposed to wear it, you know”, he says, unzipped bag still in his hand, “you’ll get sick”.
“when did you get this?”, you ask, already tying it around your neck.
“went back for it this morning”, he answers casually, and you wonder if the red on his ears is due to the cold, “you really liked it, so i thought – “
he pauses, and your heart almost beats out of your chest – the chest safe and warm under the scarf.
“thank you”, you murmur shyly, before pulling him in for a kiss, only pulling away when the wind on your ear makes you shiver.
“wait, i almost forgot”, he steps back and his fingers dive into the bag again, this time pulling out an orange cap, “i thought this might go well with the blue”.
member | husband!junhui x gn reader
genre | very very soft fluff
word count | ~650
warnings | none. something short and sweet for you all tonight
notes | it is 3:12am and i could not sleep until this idea came to me and i had to write it out. hope it helps you sleep too :)
it's the night before a big event, and jun can't sleep.
you lay next to him as he tosses and turns, groaning because he can't find just the right position. you know the feeling all too well– that feeling when nothing is comfortable, and all you can do is lie awake annoyedly until you fall asleep hours later.
and of course, with jun moving around, you can't sleep either. not that you aren't sleepy, but his constant rolling around pulls you away from your slumber every time you get anywhere close to it.
there's a clock on your nightstand behind you, but you don't have the energy to roll over to check it. besides, you don't need to see the time to know the hour is late, and both you and your adorable husband need your beauty sleep.
now, he lies on his stomach, facedown in his pillow. he lets out a groan, and it reverberates into the pillow, the noise cushioned by the fabric.
you laugh. "junnie, go to sleep," you whisper.
he turns his head to the side to face you. "can't," he whines, words slightly muffled from his cheek pressed against the pillow. "will you play with my hair like you always do? please?" he asks softly, and even in the dark, without being able to see, you know he’s got that pout on his face. the one he always has when he wants something. and the one when you inevitably give it to him, because how could you resist such a sweet face?
you sigh, a smile dancing at the corners of your mouth as you scoot closer to him. you start to place your hand on the back of his head, but he wiggles away. "wait, lemme– sit…"
he shifts his weight, bouncing the mattress a little as he rolls back onto his side, facing you. "wanna see you," he says, once he's finally in the position he wants to be in.
you giggle. "it's dark, jun, you can't see anything."
"but i can see you," he murmurs, and it makes your heart swell.
you smile to yourself, moving your hand to the base of his neck and threading your fingers through his hair.
he sighs at the contact, and you imagine his eyes falling shut like they always do when you touch him, the soft, blissed-out expression that washes over his features and makes your stomach fill with butterflies.
you start to slide your hand up the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair until you find that perfect spot, just right, and he exhales softly.
you cradle his head in your hand, gently massaging his scalp with the pads of your fingers. he hums and reaches our for you beneath the blankets, lightly laying his hand over you waist.
"i love you," he murmurs, voice quickly becoming soft with sleep.
"i love you, too," you reply, and brush a fallen lock of hair out of his face with your thumb.
you can feel the atmosphere growing calmer and sleepier, and you have to fight the urge to close your eyes and let go yourself. the relaxing feeling of running your fingers through jun's soft, thick hair is lulling you to sleep as well, but you resist it, for his sake.
until you hear a sniff, followed by a shallow snore, and you know he's already asleep. you let your eyes fall shut and let your fingers give him a few last gentle strokes before sliding down to his neck, his chest, then falling down to the mattress.
with a bit of effort you push up onto your elbow, leaning over him to press a little kiss to his temple.
