mingyu stirs awake just long enough for him to realize you dropped your bag by the door and you're crawling into bed with him. either seokmin or minghao must have let you into the apartment, but he's not going to complain. he knows why you're here, and he knows that you probably brought something sweet that you left in the kitchen for him to enjoy in the morning. but the way you drop into bed is a sure enough sign that the two of you are matching in how tired you are from the week behind you, an ungraceful flop as your face ends up buried in pillows for a moment.
he just giggles a little when he turns to look at you, already reaching out to bring you where you belong (even if you don't intend on staying there while you sleep: it's his day, and he likes cuddling with you). you snuggle closer, cheek against his chest, and snake your arms around him as well.
"happy birthday, baby," you mumble, already half-asleep. did you drive here? or did someone else? he hopes it's the latter. "i love you."
"i love you, too." he can't help but giggle a little bit more at how cute you are. "let's sleep in today," he presses a kiss against your forehead. "okay?"
"mm. sounds great." you squeeze him around the middle, pressing the tiniest little peck against whatever skin you can reach. "whatever you want for miiiiingoooooo day..."
it's so silly. but he bursts into louder giggles at how you draw that out, and only laughs more when he feels your shoulders shake as you crack up, too. the two of you are so, so deeply tired... but there's something infectious about your silly guy and how utterly, entirely endeared he is by you and your silly sleepiness. a matching pair yet again.
(maybe he'll match whatever clothes you brought with you, too. it's his day, after all: he's allowed to be cute and cheesy.)
seokmin's sitting a little more still than normal, and it makes you realize for a fact that you've been caught. he doesn't stop his conversation with minghao, sitting across from the two of you in this booth since lunch is his treat, but he doesn't move as much since you're sketching while you all wait for your meals. you know that minghao has noticed, too, but he says nothing as he listens to seokmin's story, chin resting atop his hands as he hums in acknowledgement every so often. eventually, mingyu slides into his seat when he gets back, and he cranes his neck to look at your sketches. there's a vague sketch of minghao, and one you started of mingyu before he went to the bathroom and temporarily robbed you of a model, but it's always clear who your true is.
his gaze flickers up to seokmin and the way you've captured him on paper now, still slightly sketchy in other places as you've been focusing on refining his facial features. "you've improved a lot, you know," mingyu cuts into the conversation.
"they have," seokmin says with this loving smile, his voice sweet enough to give you a cavity. he's always been so supportive of you to the point where minghao (who was the one who introduced you to seokmin to begin with, but that was another story for another time) casually let it slip that he'd answered some questions for your last birthday about the best supplies for you. seokmin rests his cheek against his palm, "sometimes we go out to cafes just so they can sketch people. i think they end up drawing me every time."
and maybe you do. but it shows him how much you adore him, so he refrains from teasing too much. after all... he's honored to be your muse. all you can do is squeeze his knee under the table once minghao steers the conversation back on topic, just to say a wordless i love you without netting the teasing of the two people who know just how much you adore your boyfriend.
OT13 reaction to their s/o zoning out or going quiet at public events
Request: HI CELESTE IT'S ME AGAIN!!! FUCKING FINALLY FREE FROM HELL!! *Break the cuff* so I'm here seeking ot13 when their s/o showing sign that they're tired with public event. Like they suddenly went silent or they're zoning out cause my Introvert ass is truly tired dealing with people 😔
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A/N: WELCOME BACK FROM HELL, MY LOVE!!! I'm sorry that this is out after sooooo long. I really tried to push this in the queue as much as I could to not be unfair to other requests. Anyway, it's July when it's out, so I really hope you still feel better :( ily!!
Your personal shield + immediate exit plan — Seungcheol, Joshua
He sees that thousand-yard stare hit your face and immediately goes into this protective boyfriend mode. He really doesn’t need words, so he just slides his arm around you, whispers, “want to go home?” He already scoped out a quiet corner, and a clean exit route. If you say no, he still stays glued to your side like your bodyguard. If you say yes, he’s politely excusing both of you from the event like: “we’ve got an emergency... her peace is in danger.” Bonus: He’ll thank you later for telling him with your silence and not guilt you for it.
Discreetly checks in + handles the crowd for you — Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Woozi
He sees the switch flip in your body language and just gets it. Doesn’t say it out loud, and doesn’t make it weird, just gently squeezes your hand or nudges your arm to bring you back. “Mhm. Still with me?” he’ll ask in a whisper with a tiny smile on his lips. If someo ne tries to talk to you while you’re mid-zone-out, he smoothly intercepts and takes over the convo for you. You're just blinking behind him like, thank you for being my social firewall. 10/10 introvert whisperer energy.
Loudly declares your social death — BSS
He sees you go quiet and gasps like he just watched you get possessed, “oh my god… babe / y/n is shutting down.” He's exaggerating and dramatic on purpose, but it makes you laugh and breaks you out of your spiral a little. Then he leans in softer and goes, “want me to fake a stomachache so we can leave?” 💀 He’ll also feed you random jokes or memes in the middle of the event just to keep you breathing. Anything for you <33
Takes you outside for air without saying much — Jun, Minghao, Vernon
He notices your energy crash like a hawk. He won’t say, you look tired. He’ll just tug your sleeve and say, “come with me for a second.” Next thing you know you’re outside under a tree or in a stairwell where it’s quiet. “Just breathe. You don’t have to go back in until you’re ready.” And if you need to go home, he doesn’t ask twice, he just says, “let’s bounce.” Chivalry but make it introvert.
Really wants to help — Mingyu, Dino
You suddenly go quiet and his brain goes: What did I do? Did someone say something? Are you okay?? But once he realizes it’s just the social battery flatlining, he gets superrrrr soft. He sits next to you and speaks extra softly like, “you don’t have to stay, you know that, right?” Even if he’s hosting or doing something, he’ll keep checking in with eyes. May awkwardly stand between you and the crowd like a guard dog trying his best 😭💘
seungcheol nudges you as he approaches the couch, "hey. sit up for a moment," before he sits down behind you, already pulling you into his embrace. "you were busy today."
"mhm. had the energy, so... i did stuff that needed to get done."
"i don't mind doing some of it," he says quietly. "i know we've both been tired lately..."
(not both. not really. he rests well, yes, but both of you know how little energy you've had for the past few weeks alone. but there's something comforting about the way he phrases it. so you don't feel guilty, you know he'd say if you asked him about it. because you shouldn't feel guilty for listening to your body's limits.)
"i think i'm gonna be exhausted tomorrow," you admit quietly, resting your head against his chest. his heartbeat is faint through his t-shirt, but you can still make out the rhythm. "my back hurts already."
"i'll give you a massage after we eat," he says with a soft hum, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. his arms are strong and warm around you, a welcome place to rest after a long day. "let's rest together tomorrow, okay?" he takes your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. "i'll spoil you."
don't you always? but you just smile, and snuggle in a little more. "i think i'd like that. thank you, cheollie."
and he chuckles softly. he's wrapped around your finger, and all it takes is that sweet cheollie to prove it. "i love you," he says quietly, giving you a gentle squeeze. "you did well today."
being by the side of seokmin means you're being prioritized. he lets her know how much importance she holds and can hold in one's life. and prioritize her as his better significance. he just knows how important it is to pay attention to her and show gestures of love. so he does whatever it takes to get these done. he sings her songs on the nights she can't sleep. he prepares her shabushabu in the evening after a long exhausting week. he buys her claw clips and headbands. he pinches her nose and cheeks out of cuteness aggression. he gives her the biggest and coziest hugs. most importantly he talks with her, from time to time, regularly, even on the busiest days. just so she knows how important her presence is.
loser!txt's reaction to you getting them flustered
genre: fluff, humour
warnings: suggestive content!, making out, kissing, choking(the good kind heh), whiny!txt, stuttering, swearing, down bad!txt
note: finally writing for txt after like 2 years. i did a similar one for enha so naturally i had to do it for txt because they're soo silly. i also had to finish writing this after looking at beomgyu's very motivating recent buff pics omg. enjoy reading!
word count: 3.8k
if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3
YEONJUN
yeonjun tries so hard to play it cool as your boyfriend—all confidence and swagger—but the moment you so much as hold his hand for too long, he’s hiding his face in your shoulder, whining about how "you're trying to kill me!" he’s the type to shamelessly beg for your attention one second, then get insanely flustered when you actually give it to him. he’ll send you selfies captioned "thinking about you, babe ;)" and then shrivel up and die if you call him cute.
and now, as he sits beside you on his couch, watching some random movie, he’s completely oblivious to the way you’ve been staring at him for the past ten minutes. he’s scrolling on his phone, glasses slipping down his nose, occasionally mumbling a reaction to whatever’s on screen. his bare face looks so pretty in the dim glow of the television, lips slightly parted, his brows furrowing every now and then.
he looks kissable.
"why are you looking at me like that?"
you blink, snapped out of your trance. yeonjun turns to you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"like what?" you ask, tilting your head.
"like you're about to bully me."
you let out a soft hum. "i was just thinking."
he snorts. "that’s never good."
you ignore him. "you’re not a very good kisser.".
his entire body goes stiff, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. his phone slips from his grip, bouncing onto his lap, and he blinks at you in pure devastation.
"huh?" he finally croaks out, voice cracking horribly.
you shrug. "i mean, you're just kinda… meh. nothing special."
yeonjun’s jaw drops. he presses a dramatic hand to his chest like you’ve just stabbed him. "EXCUSE ME?!"
you barely hold in your laugh at his utterly betrayed expression. "i dunno, babe. you just kinda suck."
"I SUCK?! i—when? why didn’t you say anything before" he whines, eyes wide with disbelief.
you hum, inspecting your nails. "I was being nice."
yeonjun gasps, clutching his chest like a 19th-century widow. his ears are red. "YOU WERE BEING NICE?! BABY, MY EGO—HELLO?!"
before he can spiral into a full-blown meltdown, you reach up, gently plucking his glasses off his face.
his words die in his throat.
"which is why you need more practice," you murmur.
his breath hitches.
then, before he can so much as process what’s happening, your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him in as your lips crash against his.
yeonjun whimpers.
he goes boneless instantly, melting into you like putty. his plush lips part against yours, kissing you back so desperately, so messily, it’s obvious he’s completely lost in it. your fingers tangle deeper into his hair, tugging lightly, and the sound he makes—somewhere between a whimper and a whine—sends heat rushing through you.
it’s a mess. his lips move against yours with a feverish hunger, hands gripping your waist as if you’ll disappear if he lets go. he’s so eager, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that makes you shiver.
when you finally pull away, only because you need air, yeonjun chases your lips with a needy whine, trying to pull you back in.
but then, against your lips, he mumbles in the saddest, most pathetic voice:
"do you really think I’m a bad kisser?"
you lose it.
a laugh bubbles out of you, and you cup his face, pressing a soft peck to his nose. his cheeks are burning, his brows furrowed in genuine distress.
"i was just messing with you, baby," you giggle, pecking his lips again. "i just needed an excuse to kiss you. I literally can’t get enough of you."
yeonjun blinks. once. twice.
then he groans, dramatically collapsing onto your shoulder, wrapping himself around you like a clingy koala. "you’re SO mean."
you laugh, rubbing his back. "you love me."
"unfortunately," he grumbles, muffled against your neck.
you smirk. "and you’re a great kisser, by the way."
he peeks up at you, still red-faced, before stealing another quick kiss—like he needs to make up for lost time. and despite his flustered state, you know he’s already planning ways to get back at you… if he ever stops blushing long enough to think straight.
SOOBIN
for someone so tall and broad, soobin is an absolute baby when it comes to you. the man stutters every time you compliment him, avoids eye contact when you so much as hold his hand, and malfunctions if you get even a little bit flirty. he physically cannot handle any form of teasing—his ears turn red, his hands get clammy, and he lets out those pathetic little whimpers whenever you catch him off guard.
right now, though, soobin is doing so well pretending to be normal.
you two are in his kitchen, baking together, and he’s very focused on whisking the brownie batter. his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted, his strong arms flexing with every precise movement. the sight of his broad shoulders tapering into his slim waist is so unfair. the way his biceps subtly shift under his oversized t-shirt?—it’s all so unfairly attractive. he’s doing absolutely nothing and yet, somehow, he’s driving you insane.
you step forward, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and burying your face into his back. soobin stiffens. like, completely freezes. you swear you can hear his heart pounding from this position.
then—
"b-babe?" he croaks out, voice cracking violently.
you giggle, tightening your hold around him. "mhm?"
"w-what are you—" he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when you press a soft kiss against his nape. his breath shudders. you grin against his skin, pressing another kiss, then another, trailing them slowly up to his jaw. you can feel his entire body trembling beneath your touch, his grip on the whisk turning bone-white.
"b-baby, i—"
you don’t let him finish. instead, you suck gently on the soft skin just beneath his ear.
soobin lets out a broken whimper. his whole body shudders, and you swear he whines when you lick over the spot before sucking again, harder this time. his free hand grips the counter for dear life as if that’ll stop his knees from giving out.
"s-stop," he begs, voice so weak, so pathetic.
you don’t stop. you drag your lips across his skin, finding a new spot to bite down on, leaving another mark, and—
"OH SHIT!"
you pull back, startled, just in time to see soobin staring in absolute horror at the bowl in front of him. he’s gripping a salt container. and he just dumped a quarter of it into the brownie batter.
there’s a moment of dead silence.
then—
"YOU DISTRACTED ME!" soobin wails, turning to face you with the saddest pout you’ve ever seen.
you burst out laughing.
"soobin!" you gasp, holding your stomach. "oh my god, you—oh my god—!"
"this is NOT funny!" he cries, stomping his foot like an actual child. "those were gonna be SO GOOD!"
"they still can be!" you tease, wiping a tear from your eye. "just... y'know, if you wanna die of sodium overdose."
soobin groans, covering his face in shame. "i hate you."
you smirk, stepping closer. "no, you don’t."
"I DO."
"no, you don't."
"i dooooo—"
he cuts himself off mid-whine. because suddenly, he’s hit with an idea.
a horrible idea.
and you see it in his eyes before it even happens.
in the blink of an eye, soobin spins around, trapping you against the counter. his arms cage you in, his broad frame looming over you, and he leans in all slow and deliberate, trying to act like he knows what he’s doing.
"now look what you’ve done, baby," he murmurs, voice dropping an octave.
oh.
oh, he thinks he’s being hot.
the problem is—he looks more adorable than hot, because his ears are bright red, his eyes keep darting to your lips like he doesn’t know where else to look, and the way he’s breathing just the tiniest bit too fast gives away how insanely nervous he is.
then he licks his lips.
(or at least, he tries to.)
because the second his tongue peeks out, he accidentally bites it instead, letting out a pathetic little "ow."
you stare at him.
soobin freezes.
the tension shatters.
then you die laughing, "you—YOU TRIED TO BE SMOOTH AND THEN—!"
"NOOOO, WAIT—!"
but you’re already giggling uncontrollably, fully doubling over against his chest.
soobin groans, hiding his face in his hands. "ugh this is so embarrassing!"
you lift your head, still laughing, pressing a kiss to his flaming cheek. "you’re so cute, baby."
"don’t say that!" he whines, flailing his arms.
but you just smirk. "what? i thought you wanted to be all smooth and confident?"
soobin collapses onto the counter, burying his head in his arms. "i am NEVER doing that again."
you giggle, patting his head. "i dunno, baby. i think it was kinda hot."
soobin lifts his head slightly, peeking at you with hopeful eyes. "really?"
you grin. "no."
he lets out the loudest groan ever.
BEOMGYU
beomgyu is the absolute worst best friend to have a crush on. he’s loud, annoying, and somehow always finds new ways to make you suffer. he’s clingy in the worst way—stealing your snacks, flopping onto you like a deadweight whenever he’s tired, and absolutely refusing to let you do anything in peace. he always has to be touching you—whether it’s throwing his leg over yours, wrapping his arms around you like a koala, or straight-up lying on top of you like you’re a personal mattress.
but the moment you touch him first? malfunction.
the second you get even a little flirty? shutdown.
and lately, you’ve been having way too much fun testing that theory.
because beomgyu’s been working out.
like, seriously working out.
and god, is it showing.
he’s huge now—his shoulders broader, his arms thicker, his waist still slim but now complemented with solid muscle. you don’t know when exactly he started hitting the gym like his life depended on it, but you do know it’s made play-fighting with him so much harder.
like right now, for example.
you’re on your bed, engaged in an intense pillow fight, but it’s not even fair anymore. beomgyu used to suck at this—he used to wheeze and flail and scream whenever you got the upper hand. but now? now he’s too strong. every time you swing at him, he effortlessly blocks it, laughing at your pathetic attempts to win.
"aw, what’s wrong?" he teases, easily dodging your next swing. "is someone losing?"
you scowl. "shut up."
"no, seriously," he grins, mocking you. "this is sad. like, you’re not even putting up a fight. are you even trying?"
oh, fuck him.
you drop the pillow, launching yourself at him instead.
beomgyu yelps as you tackle him down, using your weight to pin him beneath you. before he can react, you go for the kill—your fingers digging into his sides, tickling him ruthlessly.
"no no WAIT—"
his laughter explodes from his chest, high-pitched and desperate. he squirms, his muscles tensing under you as he tries to fight back, but you’re relentless, giggling as he gasps for air.
but then, just as your giggles subside, you become painfully aware of two things:
beomgyu looks hot.
you want him to choke you.
the realization hits you like a truck. because holy shit—he’s under you, panting, his face flushed, his arms bulging as they grip your waist, his lips parted just slightly, his brown eyes dark and half-lidded as he catches his breath.
oh.
oh, no.
you freeze, eyes locked on his.
beomgyu, of course, being the oblivious loser he is, just blinks at you, completely unaware of the thoughts flooding your brain.
and then he flips you over.
in one quick motion, Beomgyu has you pinned instead, his thick arm curling around your neck in a chokehold.
your brain short-circuits.
because—
this is exactly what you wanted.
and Beomgyu, still oblivious, leans down, his breath hot against your ear.
"what now, huh?" he murmurs, his voice dropping into a low, teasing tone. "you thought you could win? look at you now."
oh, fuck.
your entire body shudders. this is too much. his scent, his weight, the way his arm presses against your throat just right—
"god, this feels so good."
the words slip out before you can stop them.
beomgyu freezes.
and then—
"…huh?"
his grip loosens instantly, and he stumbles back like he’s been electrocuted. his face is burning red, eyes wide in pure, unfiltered panic.
"w-what do you mean—" he gulps. "w-what do you—w-what—h-huh—?"
you blink up at him, suddenly just as flustered.
"uhm—"
"n-no wait—like—" beomgyu waves his arms, looking so painfully distressed. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT FELT GOOD—?"
you gulp, forcing yourself to meet his panicked gaze.
and then, because you literally have no other choice, you blurt out, "i think i like you."
beomgyu stares.
he stares.
and then he glitches, mouth opening and closing, hands twitching by his sides, brain fully crashing. his eyes dart everywhere except at you, his entire face a shade of red so intense you’re afraid he might actually pass out.
"you-you like me? like—LIKE ME like me?"
you bite your lip, nodding shyly. "yeah."
his breath catches and he immediately looks away, running a shaky hand through his hair, looking like he’s about to combust.
"h-holy shit—" he mutters under his breath. "oh my god oh my god—"
then—
"WAIT—SO YOU—SO YOU LIKED THE CHOKEHOLD?"
you groan, covering your face. "BEOMGYU—"
he wheezes, hands on his knees. "OH MY GOD—"
you swear he giggles. like, actually giggles.
then he stops and his entire body shudders.
and he whispers, "holy shit, that was kinda hot."
you choke.
"BEOMGYU!"
"you’re a freak," he teases, grinning. "wanting me to choke you and shit—"
"OH MY GOD SHUT UP!"
but when he pulls you into a hug, still laughing, still red-faced and awkward and loser-ish in the best way, you can’t help but smile.
TAEHYUN
taehyun is a very serious tutor. he has strict rules—no distractions, no unnecessary conversations, and definitely no messing around. this is a learning environment, not a hangout session.
he prides himself on his focus, his ability to remain calm under any circumstance. he’s the type of guy who color-codes his notes, has a rigid study schedule, and unironically enjoys doing practice questions for fun. he does not—under any circumstances—get flustered over dumb things like romantic tension.
at least, that’s what he used to believe.
then you happened, and suddenly, his ability to not be a complete loser around you has disappeared entirely.
from the moment he agreed to tutor you in math, things have been an absolute disaster. you’re so unfair. you bat your eyelashes, you ask him to repeat things you already understand just to hear his voice, and worst of all, you stare at him. like he’s some kind of fascinating subject to study instead of the guy desperately trying to keep his composure while explaining differential equations.
he thought it would be fine—after all, he’s taehyun, and taehyun doesn’t get distracted. but within one week, he realized he was in deep, deep trouble.
because you mess with him. constantly.
like today.
you're both seated at a table in the library, supposed to be going over trigonometric identities. taehyun has the patience of a saint (or so he tells himself), but after fifteen minutes of you not even pretending to be paying attention, he's starting to lose it.
because you're staring at him shamelessly, chin propped up on your palm, eyes locked onto him with a lazy smile playing on your lips.
he tries to ignore it. he really does. his eyes flick to the textbook, his pen tapping against the table in a controlled rhythm. but it’s like your gaze is physically burning into him, and the more he tries to focus, the harder it gets.
finally, he snaps.
"what?" he blurts, gripping his pen so tightly it might explode.
you blink, all innocent. "what do you mean?"
"you're staring at me."
"oh." your lips curl into a slow smirk. "i was just thinking."
taehyun immediately doesn’t like the sound of that.
"thinking about what?" he asks, voice strained.
"how pretty you are."
his pen drops to the table with a clatter.
"i—" he chokes on air, already feeling heat crawl up his neck. he forces himself to focus, grabbing his pen with a death grip like it’s some kind of life support. "th-that’s irrelevant. get back to the problem."
but you? oh, you're evil.
you lean in closer, resting your chin on your hand, eyes twinkling with mischief. "i mean it," you hum. "you’re so cute, taehyun. it’s distracting."
distracting?
oh, the irony.
because you’re calling him distracting while he’s actively trying not to combust on the spot.
"s-stop," he stammers, adjusting his glasses even though they don’t need adjusting. "i—i don’t see how this is relevant to trigonometry—"
"it’s not," you shrug. "but I think you should know how much I like looking at you."
his breathing stops.
and then, as if you haven’t already destroyed him enough, you reach forward and fiddle with the hem of his sleeve, fingers brushing against his wrist like it’s the most casual thing in the world.
taehyun physically malfunctions.
tis ears are burning, his pulse is racing, and for the first time in his entire life, he has no idea what to do.
and so? he chooses violence.
without a word, taehyun slams his textbook shut, grabs his bag, and bolts out of the library so fast that he nearly trips over his own feet.
"we’re done!" he yells over his shoulder, voice cracking. "see you next week!"
you lose it, dissolving into laughter as you watch him practically sprint out of the building, ears glowing red.
and somewhere, down the hallway, taehyun is muttering under his breath about how this is why he should’ve never agreed to tutor you.
oh, he is never living this down.
HUENINGKAI
hueningkai has been a mess around you for as long as you can remember.
it’s kind of ridiculous, really. despite being handsome and built like a human teddy bear, he has zero game. like, none at all. he stutters when talking to pretty people (you), trips over his own feet at least twice a day, and would definitely combust if you so much as complimented him unexpectedly.
and the fact that he’s your best friend bahiyyih’s older brother just makes it all the more entertaining. every time you so much as acknowledge his existence, bahiyyih rolls her eyes like she’s watching a romcom in real-time.
it’s adorable, really.
which is why, when he hesitantly approaches you after lecture one day, eyes darting everywhere but at your face, you already know whatever he’s about to say is going to be good.
"c-can you help me shop for hiyyih’s birthday?" he stammers, gripping the straps of his backpack like his life depends on it. "i—i don’t really know what to get her, and you're, um, good at this stuff…"
you smile, amused. "of course, kai. let’s go."
fast forward an hour later, and you find yourself in a cosmetics store, browsing through endless rows of lip glosses.
you hold up two tubes, lips pursed in thought. "i can't decide between these two," you mumble, glancing at kai, who has been hovering behind you like a nervous puppy the entire time.
his eyes flicker to the glosses, then to you, then away, like he’s afraid of looking at you too long.
"uh, i mean—" he stammers, rubbing his neck. "they both look nice?"
you narrow your eyes. useless.
"i need an actual opinion," you huff before popping the cap off one of them. you apply a coat to your lips, then turn to him with a tilt of your head. "how does this one look?"
hueningkai’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.
iI—it’s pretty," he says finally, voice cracking on the last syllable.
you suppress a giggle, then glance at the other gloss. "okay, but I need to compare. I can’t put this one on my lips because I already have the first shade on."
he blinks, confused. "oh. uh, so—"
"so I should put it on yours," you finish simply.
his face goes from pink to red in record time. his eyes are huge, lips parting slightly like he just had a stroke.
"w-wait—on me?!"
you arch a brow, feigning innocence. "yeah? so I can see the difference properly. otherwise, we’ll never know which one’s better."
his throat bobs. his fingers tighten around the straps of his shopping bag. "i—uh—"
he looks like he’s two seconds away from self-destructing, but then he nods—barely and stiffly presses his lips together.
you bite back a grin.
he really is a loser.
gently, you lift the applicator and lean in, holding his chin steady with your free hand. his skin burns under your fingertips, and you swear you can hear his breathing get shakier. his eyes squeeze shut, his shoulders tense, and his entire existence is one giant ball of nerves.
but the second the wand makes contact with his pouty lower lip, he starts fidgeting.
"kai, hold still," you laugh, reaching out to cup his face with one hand. his cheeks are burning, and his lips part in surprise as your fingers graze his skin. his entire body locks up, lips parting slightly as his breath hitches. his big, round eyes are glued to your face now, completely mesmerized as you lean in closer.
his lips are so pouty. plush, glossy, glistening under the store’s lights, and suddenly, it feels like your body is moving on its own. before you can stop yourself, your gaze flickers to his wide, dazed eyes—then down to his parted lips—
and you kiss him.
It’s soft at first—just a press of your lips against his. but the moment you start to pull away, he—to your utter shock—kisses you back.
slow, hesitant, but definitely kissing back.
his lips move against yours in a way that’s both nervous and eager—like he can’t believe this is happening but wants more anyway. his hand hovers near your wrist, as if he wants to hold you closer but is too shy to do it.
and that’s when it hits you.
you just kissed hueningkai. in public.
iou jolt back, eyes wide. "i’m so sorry—i-i didn’t mean—"
but kai? he just stared at you, lips still glossy, blinking like his brain is still catching up to reality. then, slowly—so, so shyly—he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, lips curling into the tiniest smile.
"i... liked that, actually," he mutters, barely above a whisper.
the air turns thick with tension, and you can’t tell who’s more flustered—him, with his red ears and adorably shy expression, or you, with your pulse hammering a mile a minute.
for a long moment, neither of you say anything.
and then, in a quiet, hesitant voice, hueningkai clears his throat and asks, "s-so, um… which gloss do you think looks better?"
you laugh, cheeks still warm. "honestly?" you glance at his lips. "i think i like this one better."
and just like that, his face explodes into color all over again.
being by the side of wonwoo means you're being reassured. he holds onto that scared little girl like a cherished petal. and constantly assures her that she should always receive. he creases her hands when she feels distressed. he brings her warm water to talk. he buys her favourite candies and puts them beside her study table. he listens to her everything with the utmost attention. he puts her to sleep after her busy day. he always touches her cheeks to make her feel at love. he always responds to her no matter what. he makes sure she never feels like a burden anywhere. he helps her overcome all the traumatic difficulties she should never have experienced.
member | executive chef!mingyu x reader (ft. jeonghan & seungkwan)
genre | (implied) soulmates!au, meet cute, strangers to lovers au, fluff, (angst if you rlly rlly rlly squint)
word count | 2.8k
synopsis | after a disastrous blind date, the night takes an unexpected turn when the restaurant’s handsome owner, mingyu, steps in. what starts as an act of kindness quickly becomes something more as sparks fly over a chance meeting
warnings | cursing, lowk kinda suggestive if you squint, kissing, one (1) mention of a knife, mentions of mingyu having previous injuries sustained from his occupation, there is a SIGNIFICANT time skip at the end but i don't specify how much LMAO that's up to ygs discretion
notes | requested by anon! i'm so sorry if this wasn't the direction you wanted it to go in 😭 i swear i tried my best! lowk don't know if i like this or not but i really liked the bickering between oc n seunghan NOT PROOFREAD
this can be read as a stand-alone or as a sequel to this mingyu fic!
You anxiously bounced your leg under the table, gently gnawing on your bottom lip as you glanced around the fancy restaurant. Across from you, the chair in front of you had now been empty for an awfully long time now and something told you that your blind date had ditched, leaving you with the incredibly overwhelming and taxing bill.
Fuck.
You rested your head in your hands and let out a tired sigh. There was no way this was happening.
As you reached for your wallet, you flagged down a nearby waiter to ask for the bill. He nodded at your request and you let out what seemed to the umpteenth sigh of that night. While waiting for the bill to reach your table, you began rearranging the leftover peas on your porcelain plate.
“Didn’t know we had a Picasso in the house.” An unfamiliar voice remarked next to you.
You yelped in surprise and whipped around to see a tall, handsome young man peering over your shoulder with an amused smile. He was in a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his prominent forearm muscles, tucked into a pair of dark trousers. “That’s very impressive… is that a self-portrait?”
You snorted in disbelief, your shoulders shaking as you let out a quiet laugh. “No, it’s supposed to be my date. Too bad they left before I could remember what they looked like.”
The mysterious man scrunched up his handsome face, as if to say ‘Ouch’. “Do you mind if I—?” He gestured towards the empty seat in front of you and you nodded.
“Go ahead. That seat’s going to be empty for the rest of the night anyways.” You let out a bitter laugh. He gave you a sympathetic smile and situated himself in front of you with an arm outstretched reaching over the table.
“Kim Mingyu. I’m the owner and executive chef of this restaurant. I received a report that there was an attractive young person who was left on their lonesome after their date mysteriously disappeared.” The man, Mingyu, tilted his head. “Didn’t think said person was going to be this attractive though.”
You blushed at his compliment as you shook his hand. “[Name]. Not sure who snitched on me, though I’m glad to have new company.”
“Are you… on your way out now? Since your date is gone?”
“Yes, I’m just waiting for the bill.”
Mingyu waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”
After spilling coffee on your blouse this morning and running 30 minutes late for work, you were more than positive that the day was going to end in disaster. The disappearance of your blind date following a very long, tiring day at work only confirmed those suspicions. However, it seemed like that the goddess of luck was no longer hellbent on making your life a living disaster with the way the stranger sitting across from you managed to douse out the fire that had been burning within you for the past few hours with a single smile.
“I’m afraid I’m not. But if you feel pressured or aren’t comfortable with it, no worries!” Mingyu said lightheartedly.
“Oh my God,” You ran a tired hand through your face and let out a dry, incredulous laugh. “You literally just saved me from having the worst day ever. I was preparing myself to break down into tears once I received the check. Thank you, I really appreciate that.”
He smiled at your words. “Of course, just doing my daily random act of kindness for a stranger. Although…” He trailed off and you quirked an inquisitive brow at him.
“Although?” You asked.
“Although… would it appall you if I said it was my way of shooting my shot?” Mingyu rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. His eyes nervously darted back and forth between your face and the half-eaten plate in front of him, left by your crappy blind date who was honestly, no longer in your realm of attention. Not when Mingyu was in front of you.
Shooting his shot? You felt your cheeks burn at a temperature similar to the candle perched on a candelabra on your table at his words and you coughed before fumbling to find the right words.
“I mean… I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Since you’re my savior tonight and all…” Your voice faltered and Mingyu beamed.
“That’s great! Here’s my business card, if you ever want to contact me.” He pulled out a crisp card and handed it to you as he got up from the chair. “Well, I must be getting on my way now. I’d love to stay and chat but I have big boss duties to do.”
Mingyu tipped an imaginary top hat towards your direction. You smiled. “It was nice meeting you, [Name].”
“It was nice meeting you too, Mingyu. I’ll contact you,” You waved his business card and he nodded.
“I’ll be looking forward to it. Bye, [Name].”
And with that he was gone, leaving nothing but the lingering scent of his perfume and the fluttering of your heart.
“Just call him!!” Your best friend urged you. He was sitting on the other end of the sofa, munching on a bag of chips as he watched you metaphorically rip your hair out over the business card you received from Mingyu a week ago.
“It’s not that simple, Seungkwan! What if he hates me now because it took me so long to contact him? I bet he’s forgotten about me at this point.” You pouted and continued to stare at the worn, but still elaborate cardstock in your hands.
Seungkwan rolled his eyes. “Dude, you’re overthinking this entire thing. Listen to me,” He paused to fix his posture to face you. “He gave you the business card, right?”
You nodded.
“Did he ask for your number?”
You shook your head.
“Did he receive any kind of contact information from you?”
You shook your head again.
“But he gave you his business card? [Name], he literally served you the ball on a silver platter. He’s interested in you but won’t make any moves unless you do. The ball is in your court. Take that damn ball and BOUNCE IT!”
Seungkwan let out a frustrated yell and shoved another handful of chips into his mouth. “I swear, you have the IQ of Jeonghan’s pet rock sometimes.”
“Hey! Doljjong is very intelligent!” Your other best friend yelled from the kitchen. “He has really good hearing too, so don’t insult him like that or else you’ll be dealing with me.”
Seungkwan rolled his eyes and you laughed as Jeonghan came out into the living room to give his own two cents.
“But Seungkwan’s right. The entire fate of a whole new possible relationship with this mythical Kim Mingyu—”
“HE’S REAL. I SHOOK HIS HAND.”
“—is in your hands. Don’t blow it. Or else me and Seungkwan—”
“Seungkwan and I.” You corrected him.
“—will be—Okay, fuck you, grammar police—Will be taking this matter into our own hands so we no longer have to hear your bitching and whining.”
You let out a frustrated groan and threw down the business card that’s been putting you through pain and misery through the past week.
“God, he was literally perfect. I don’t wanna blow it and—”
“That’s what they said.”
“Jeonghan, I’m going to literally throw Doljjong into the bottom of Han River and you’re going to be joining him soon after if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
Seungkwan burst into laughter and watched you and Jeonghan continue to argue back and forth.
“Forget it, it’s useless talking to a person who believes that a rock can be a pet.” You got up from your spot on the couch and reached for your phone. “I’m stepping out for some air. Lock the door if you leave before I come back.”
“See ya, don’t wanna be ya!” Jeonghan yelled from the living room as you left the house and you loudly groaned.
You loved both your best friends but they sometimes drove you absolutely insane.
The sky was dark but the countless lights from the skyscrapers and streetlights illuminated the Han River, making the surface twinkle and shine under the pale moonlight.
You were sitting on a lone bench, facing the river as you mindlessly fidgeted with Mingyu’s business card. The edges were fraying from the countless amount of times you’ve handled it between your fingertips, and you traced the black lettering of Mingyu’s name with your index finger as you silently sounded out every vowel and consonant of his name.
Seungkwan’s words rang in your head. ‘He literally served you the ball on a silver platter. He’s interested in you but won’t make any moves unless you do. The ball is in your court. Take that damn ball and BOUNCE IT!’
Like a switch was suddenly flipped inside you, you reached for your phone. The screen lit up and you pulled up a new message to type in the phone number that was written on the card in your hand.
Without a single thought, you sent,
hey! it’s [name]!
Before you could even type the first letter of your follow-up text, the status of your message changed from ‘Delivered’ to ‘Read 21:24’ and you let out a gasp.
And then the loud, shrill ringing of your ringtone cut through the peaceful night air.
You gasped louder than before after seeing the caller ID, reaching to frantically turn off the ringer before answering the phone.
“He–hello?”
“Took you long enough,” Mingyu’s voice sounded crisp and clear on the other end of the line. You couldn’t see him, but you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “You almost had me thinking that you were ghosting me or something.”
You let out an apologetic groan. “I’m so sorry, Mingyu. I got in my head and kept putting it off. I swear it wasn’t personal…”
Mingyu’s laugh was bright. “No worries! I assumed you had your hands full. Although, I did jump a little every time I received a text from anyone from the past week.”
“Oh, man… I feel horrible. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m telling you, don’t worry about it! Better late than never, right?” There was an awkward moment of silence before he spoke again. “What are you up to right now?”
You hummed and looked out at the tranquil water of the Han River reflecting the bright lights of the city. “Nothing much. I stepped out for a minute for some air. What about you?”
“Oh, really? I’m actually out for a walk too.” You swore you heard a second voice near you, echoing the words Mingyu was saying in your phone. “Turn around for me?”
You whipped around with the phone still pressed to your ear to see Mingyu standing behind the bench, a small smile playing on his lips. You ended the phone call.
“Mingyu?”
“‘Morning, sunshine,” He slid into the empty spot next to you and you scooched over to make more room for him. “What a way to run into the guy you’ve been ghosting, huh?”
You snorted at his greeting, ignoring the slight burn you felt in your cheeks from the nickname he had addressed you by. “I told you, it wasn’t intentional.”
Mingyu grinned. “I know. Just felt like teasing you.”
“What are- what are you doing here though? Do you live in this area?” You asked. He nodded.
“Yeah. I moved into that apartment complex not too long ago,” He pointed to a tall building on the other side of the river. “Has a killer night view. You should come over to check it out sometime.”
You choked on your spit, resulting in you barking out a short, panicked laugh. “Do you—-do you usually say these… these things to people?”
“No, not really. I’m not usually like this,” Mingyu looked over at you with a slight tilt in his head. The night breeze brushed his bangs across his forehead and you felt your breath falter at the way the closest streetlight illuminated his honey-like, gorgeous skin.There was a particular glint in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak again. “Pardon me if this is too brazen, but I’m only like this when I feel like I’ve met the one. My soulmate.”
Your breath was caught in your throat.
“Does it… usually work?” You choked out. Your face felt incredibly hot and your clammy hands were sticking to the bench.
Mingyu turned back to face the river and your stomach did an odd flip. “I’m not sure. You tell me.”
Oh God. You thought you were melting on the spot with the way he was looking at you. Mingyu was holding eye contact with such intensity, you physically couldn’t look away. Your heart hammered wildly against your ribcage and you decided you were going to sign yourself up for the upcoming Olympics, with the way your stomach was doing flips like an Olympic gymnast. Simone Biles had nothing on whatever routine was going on inside you right now.
“… I’d give it a solid 8 out of 10.” You gave him the most nonchalant shrug you could afford, knowing that there were enough butterflies in your stomach to start a butterfly conservatory. Mingyu looked at you as if he was surprised by the score.
“Really? What would I have to do to win back the last two points?”
You gave him a pointed look, and the next words to leave your mouth almost sent you into cardiac arrest. “Hmm… live up to your words? I guess?”
And the smile Mingyu gave you in that moment was the brightest one of all. His entire being seemed to glow in ecstasy, glowing brighter than the streetlights as he looked at you with a suggestive glint in his eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“Mingyu?” You called from the living room. Mingyu didn’t respond and the only thing you heard from the kitchen was the clattering of plates and silverware. “Babe?”
Pushing yourself off the couch with a quiet groan, you padded over to the kitchen where your fiancé was busying himself with preparing dinner. He was hunched over the counter, his hands and trusty knife busy at work as he chopped away on his chopping block. Careful not to startle him when he had a knife in his hand, you snuck your arms around Mingyu’s torso and peered over his shoulder to watch him work his magic.
“Watcha doing?” You asked sweetly. Mingyu acknowledged your presence with a short peck on your forehead.
“Hi, baby.” His voice was rough and the sound sent shivers down your spine. “Preparing to feed you. Why?”
You hummed and nuzzled your face into Mingyu’s back. He smelled like a mix of spices, sweat, and his faint woody cologne permeated your senses. “Do you think we’re soulmates?”
Mingyu set down his knife and turned around to face you, his back resting against the marble counter with his hands resting comfortably at your waist.
“What’s with the sudden question?” He quirked a well-groomed brow at you and you smiled.
“Nothing… I just read a blog about soulmates and I was curious about whether you thought they were real,” Your fingers danced along Mingyu’s strong, muscular forearms, your fingertips lightly tracing all the old scars and burn marks that signified his experience and years spent working to master his craft. You repeated your original question again. “So… do you think we’re soulmates?”
Mingyu leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “I don’t think so, love. I know so.”
“Really?” Your eyes brightened at his words and he nodded.
“Mhm. I knew from the moment I saw you playing with those leftover peas on your plate that I was going to marry you,” Mingyu leaned in again, nuzzling his nose against yours. You giggled. “Sometimes, I have dreams where I knew you in another life. But those dreams felt so… real. Like they’re fragments of memories from a past I can’t recall.”
“Are we married in those dreams too?”
“Mhm. We were happily married, just like we’re going to be.” Mingyu captured your lips with his, sighing gently as your fingers combed through his dark hair.
“I love you, Mingyu.” You whispered against his lips, like a secret only meant for the two of you to know. Something to be taken and hidden away, kept a secret in the deepest depths of the earth. A secret so sacred, it can only be cherished in the deepest, darkest places so that no one else can know.
“I love you too, [Name],” Mingyu’s love confession was more bold. Something he uttered with purpose and intention. He wanted the entire universe to know that he was yours. His heart belonged to you. He was going to love you loudly and boldly. “I’ll love you in every universe. Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll follow.”
reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^
a/n: this is big personal FUCK YOU to writer's block AHGJSJD i somehow managed to push through and finish this 😭 (it was at 300 words when i started today) albeit it was on my phone, in the dark, at 1 in the morning BUT I FINISHED IT. n now my insomnia's back LMAOO
hhu getting all sulky because another member/guy drove you home after work …? :>
being sulky you bc of another guy - hhu
content: mentions of established relationship, mentions of some jealousy, etc.
wc: 316
a/n: lmk if u would like a vu or pu version<3
masterlist
seungcheol -
so overdramatic over it lmao. makes sure you know how sad he is over it, he walks around sulking and with a permanent pout on his face. how dare you depend on another guy when you have him? when you know he'd drop anything to come pick you up himself? do you need his card to call an uber? he'll give it to you! as long as you promise to never get another man to do you any favors – that's his job.
wonwoo -
completely indifferent about it. asks you if you wanna stay on the phone next time while on your way just to make sure you're fine and safe. also offers if you need him to drive you or if you need him to send over his driver. he'd never want to inconvenience you, so he's just always offering up alternatives to ensure your most comfort. would rather he be the one to drive you, though.
mingyu -
tiny bit sulky at knowing you had to go ask someone else for a favor rather than him. he's not jealous bc it was a guy who drove you home, but more so because you felt the need to go to someone else for a favor rather than him. he'd rather you ask him for such things, not liking the idea of you heading home with a stranger rather than him. if it had been a member, he'd see no issue and would not mind.
vernon -
doesnt really care. he knows you have male coworkers as well as male friends, so of course interacting with them is just going to happen. he trusts you too much to even let any jealous ideas cross his mind. he'd be specially fine with it if it was one of his members who drove you home since he knows and trusts them as much as you. would not even question it.
here are a few of my favorite fics that have made me laugh, cry, smile, scream, and probably feel every other emotion possible!
i'll keep adding to this list as i read. if you have any fics to recommend, i’d be so happy to read them!
𝗼𝘁𝟱 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀:
SILENT TREATMENT W/ TXT ~ @miupow
GETTING STONED W/ TXT ~ @miupow
"Let's break up" prank ~ @skiiyoomin
Little things they do to make you needy ~ @taegimood
squish ~ @huckleberrykai (healed me 🫶🏽)
there's food at home ~ @huckleberrykai
let's dance the night away ~ @huckleberrykai
crush crush crush ~ @huckleberrykai
𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻:
ALL FOR A BET ~ @jjunieworld ("everytime i'm away from you my soul calls out to yours and everytime i'm with you it sings from how complete it is" has to be one of the most beautiful things ive ever read)
saudade love ~ @kumabeom
the great bake off ~ @jjunieworld
ALIBI ~ @bunniwords
𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻:
mango flavored ~ @biteyoubiteme
crown radio. ~ @mazeinthemoon
9:05 p.m. ~ @agustdiv1ne
9:23 p.m. ~ @agustdiv1ne
aquarium date with yeonjun ~ @blackhairedjjun
bed chem ~ @moamidzyism
THE UNDERGROUND ˒˒ 최연준 ~ @jjunieworld
girl dad yeonjun headcanons ~ @miupow
written in the stars ~ @blossom-hwa
shoong! ~ @beomie3
i wish i was a baller ~ @delcakoo
thoughts on food truck chef!yeonjun x office worker!reader ~ @blackhairedjjun
gold rush ~ @wave2tyun
you're not afraid of heights are you? ~ @beomiracles
flustering bestfriend!yeonjun ~ @taegimood
[bratty switch!yeonjun] ~ @heartchoi
lost ~ @huckleberrykai (one of the most heartwarming fics ive ever read!!! melted my stress away IM NOT EVEN JOKING)
found (part 2 of lost) ~ @huckleberrykai
i did something bad ~ @huckleberrykai (mafia yeonjun has me going brrrr)
a bouquet of flower ~ @p0ckykiss (this is the sweetest freaking thing ever!!!)
sucking on yeonjun's chain during sex ~ @taegimood
how tubatu reacts to you using the silent treatment on them after an argument!
★ ── ot5 x gn!reader ⸝⸝ fluff, slight angst, suggestive in soobin’s, arguing and making up, pouty yeonjun lol, petty gyu, serious bf tyun, kais is genuinely kind of sad
੭ ⭑ 𓂃⠀⠀⠀ [ m. list ] ⭑ [ reblogs and feedback appreciated! ]
. . . SOOBIN !
originally acts like he doesn’t care
thinks the silent treatment is childish and gets kind of spiteful about ignoring you back
but he hates you being mad at him more than anything in the world and he breaks pretty fast
being without your love is unbearable for him :’( he can’t stand staying away from you
and the more he’s left to stew about your fight the more guilty he feels about hurting your feelings
gives you a big, heartfelt apology with gifts and cuddles and sweet kisses and hot rough makeup sex
. . . YEONJUN !
gets so pouty omg
he will actually die and wither away from lack of attention you don’t understand this is the end for him
follows you around like a lost puppy begging for attention and kisses </3
literally whining like a big baby
genuinely doesn’t know what he did wrong
but would do absolutely anything you wanted to fix it
and you just won’t tell him what he did!! and it’s driving him insane!! just tell him what he did wrong so he can fix it and make everything right again??
will just pester you until you break
. . . BEOMGYU !
oh you wanna play games now?? beomgyu won’t talk to you either.
will make it a big competition on who can keep it up for longer or who will get sick of it first
he’s so petty it’s not even funny the silent treatment is like a warzone with him
you’re the one to break first lmao
he’s lowk even better at it than you are and it drives you insane like you’re not even the one that’s mad???
so after a while you’re just like fine ugh lol
will stop when you stop tho, ready to talk it out and apologize and make amends ^^ never holds any grudges or hard feelings about silly fights
. . . TAEHYUN !
honestly kind of pisses him off
he’s very big about open communication in your relationship so he would be irritated that you wanted to be petty about the fight instead of talking it out with him
tyun hates arguments more than anything and he will not let any dumb silent treatment last longer than an afternoon
he will get you to talk to him dammit!
but tyuns just so gentle with you, he doesn’t want to upset you any more than you already were by getting angry
 gives you your space for a bit and then will sit next to you and get you to talk with him regardless of if you like it or not
and you will make up. he will make sure of it.
he will talk to the back of your head for hours he doesn’t care try him
. . . HUENING KAI !
literally devastated
like genuinely it hurts his feelings really bad pls don’t do that to him :’(
literally pleading for you to talk to him
you being upset with him makes him physically ill actually like nauseous with distress because you got into a fight
will say he’s sorry a thousand times even if he’s not sure what he’s sorry for
you can’t keep it up with kai so vulnerable
no matter the fight you always forgive hyuka quickly because you just can’t stay mad at him
clings to you and won’t let go for the rest of the night
𝜗𝜚 THEME: fluff, domestic vibes, absolutely whipped kim mingyu
𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: dad!mingyu x mom!reader
𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 1.2k
⦗💌 ⦘in which your little girl wants to take a picture of you and mingyu but drops the camera she stole from him in the process
„i was thinking,” mingyu murmured into your hair and turned the volume of the tv down, „that we could go to the farmer’s market tomorrow. since i don’t have any schedules, y’know.”
you peeled your eyes from the screen and looked up at your husband from where your head was resting on his chest and nodded immediately, as if you’d ever say no to a day out with him and your daughter. „sounds perfect,” you sighed happily and fixed the blanket that mingyu wrapped you in some time ago. „maybe we’ll manage to find some vintage frames to match those in the living room.”
he hummed and brushed his nose against your cheek. „just… this time we have to avoid the section where they keep the plushies.”
ah yes, the plushies.
your little girl’s current hyperfixation and your husband’s cause of nightmares. not that you minded, there was something endearing in a 6 foot something man sitting in a circle of bears and unicorns drinking tea from a miniature teacup.
you smirked and lifted your head. „but she’ll be devastated, honey,” you fake-pouted.
she wouldn’t though, not really. your little girl has had her dad wrapped around her little finger since day one and she was a very smart kid, so figuring out how to get her dad to do anything for her wasn’t that difficult. she’s had the puppy-eyes technique figured out for a long time now, which… she used a lot to her advantage.
mingyu groaned and lowered his head, bumping it against your shoulder. „there’s literally no room left in her bedroom. last night, when i was kissing her goodnight, i tripped over at least three of them!” he whined.
that was very much true. you spent fifteen minutes this morning trying to find one of her shoes amongst the mess of unicorns of all shapes and sizes, and all you found in the end was a sock that you had been looking for for the past month. it didn’t help that soonyoug bought her tiger plushies every other week, not to mention seungcheol who loved spending his money on your daughter for some reason.
but you couldn't help but throw your head back and laugh at your husband wholeheartedly. „gyu, you’re capable of tripping over air, it doesn’t count in your case,” you giggled and ran your fingers through his messy hair, pushing back the few curly strands that fell over his eyes. “besides, she’ll find a way to get those plushies either way. it’s not like you’ll ever say no to her.”
you could feel your husband’s pouty lips against your collarbone as he said, “you’re right. but it’s unfair that mr.unicorn gets all the cuddles now. even that ugly monkey that looks like it had been through a car crash and a bad lip injection is more loved than i am.”
heavens, sometimes you wondered who the real baby in your family was.
“gyu, listen to me,” you took his face in your hands and peeled him away from you, “stop overreacting-,”.
“but what if she’s all grown up now and won’t-,”.
“she’s three, kim mingyu. besides, she loves you, you dumbass,” you ran your thumb over his cheek, though that didn’t seem to convince him. “she’s a daddy’s girl, okay? trust me, i am the one who should be complaining about the lack of cuddles,” you said and smoothed the crease between his brows.
“if you say so,” he sighed, and nuzzled his cheek into your hand. “but-,”.
suddenly, out of nowhere, you heard a loud bang behind you, like something fell and... glass broke? mingyu being mingyu, almost fell off the couch, but you were quick to turn around to inspect where the sound came from.
and your heart almost broke when you saw what, or rather who, was standing behind the couch.
"oh, honey," you cooed.
your little girl was standing in the middle of the room, clad in her pink nightgown mingyu had bought her on one of his trips abroad, only instead of the bright smile that always graced her face, there were tears in her gorgeous, brown eyes.
"what the?" your husband murmured next to you. “is that my camera?”
your daughter’s eyes widened in panic as she looked at him. “‘m sorry, daddy,” her voice wobbled in the most heartbreaking way possible. the little girl’s tiny hands were clutching onto the neck strap that was supposed to be connected to the camera. “didn’ mean,” she sniffled, “to break it,” she said and the first tears started rolling down her puffy cheeks.
you quickly untangled your limbs from the blanket but before you could get up, mingyu put his hand on your thigh. “no, no, no,” he almost tripped from how fast he got up from the couch. “it wasn’t your fault, princess.”
you thanked whatever grace that your daughter was smart enough not to move because the floor around her was litreed in small glass shards and you weren’t sure what you and mingyu would do if anything happened to her.
not even a second later, he was at her side, picking up her small body and engulfing her in his big arms.
“don’ be angry, daddy,” your baby cried into mingyu's shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck.
mingyu shook his head and turned around to face you with a heartbreakingly sad expression. “i’m not angry, baby. i was just scared,” he murmured. “daddy thought you hurt yourself.”
you waved for them to come over to where you were sitting and muttered a quiet “come here”.
your husband placed your daughter on his lap, her head pressed against his chest, on the same spot where yours was just a minute ago. her tiny fists were pressed against his naked tummy as she continued to sniffle quietly.
wiping every tear that escaped her eyes you started to hum one of the lullababies mingyu used to sing to her when she was a newborn, something you still did when she was upset. your husband was stroking her hair the whole time, rocking her back and forth, as you continued to hum quietly.
“why did you take my camera, sweetheart?” mingyu asked after a while, when her breathing calmed down a bit.
“i woke up,” she said, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. “and i saw you n’ mommy sittin’ and i wan’ to take picture. like you always take of me n’ mommy.”
mingyu’s own eyes welled up with tears and he quickly tucked her head back to his chest so she wouldn’t see him upset.
“oh, baby,” you whispered quietly, though you weren’t sure who needed more comforting at that point. “that’s so sweet, but next time ask me or daddy for help, okay? you could’ve seriously injured yourself.”
your baby girl nodded and she scrambled off mingyu’s lap to throw herself in your embrace instead. well, it was nice to know that the unicorns and your husband hadn’t replaced you completely yet.
“what do you say we go and grab a camera together, hm?” he asked. “and we can do a whole photoshoot, we can even make a white background with the sheets.”
“pink. pink sheets,” she said and clapped her hands. it seemed that you and mingyu breathed a sigh of relief that your daughter was back to her normal, bubbly self.
warnings: mutual masturbation, fingering, kai watches you get yourself off, piv sex, unprotected sex (pull out method)
“I wanna see how you fuck yourself.”
the request comes out of the blue, boyfriend’s head on your chest while he watches you play a game on your phone, and you’re so shocked that the character on your screen dies.
“what the fuck?!”
kai looks up at you sheepishly, hand on the nape of his neck. “you heard me, don’t make me say it again…”
“i won’t, but… are you serious?”
he nods. “i’m just curious… wanna take note, you know? you know your body best, i want to make sure what i’m doing is good.”
your cheeks go hot. “i mean, i guess i could… it’s nothing special.”
and that’s how you end up at the head of the bed, legs spread wide to expose your glistening cunt. a wave of embarrassment hits you when you press your fingers to your clit, but kai’s watching with a small smile on his face and that makes it all worth it.
spelling out his name in quick letters around your clit, you hope he doesn’t notice. you only do it in the first place because the thought of him gets you off so easily that you barely have to even do anything.
you run your non-dominant hand over the inside of your thighs before pressing your middle and ring fingers to your dripping hole. kai looks at you so intently it makes your stomach twist, his body language positioned towards you, chin in his hand, and you let out a small moan when your fingers slip between your gummy walls. finger-fucking yourself at a pace that’s so harsh your knees jolt together, your eyes shut of their own accord.
a rustling sound from beside you catches your attention and you open them again. kai’s shifted his sweatpants down to around his ankles, hard dick pressed to his belly button, and the sight of him jerking himself off makes you go weak. he strokes himself once, twice, tip leaking precum all down the side of his shaft, smearing on his tummy and making a mess of his skin.
his lips mouth something similar to your name when his hand slides up and down the length of him perfectly in time to the way your fingers fuck into your cunt.
“huening...” you mumble, gaze locked on his body, the way the muscles of his thighs tense to fuck upwards into his fist. “‘m gonna… fuck, gon’ cum..”
“go ahead, s’ pretty f’ me, can i get you ‘round me afterwards?”
“o-of course, need you s’ bad…” lips shaping his name over and over again, you cum around your fingers, desperately rubbing at your clit with your fingertip.
kai’s grip on his dick loosens and he grips you by your hips to pull you on top of him. tip growing your entrance, you let out a soft moan once he nestles inside you entirely. he’s always been a little too big for you, a stretch no matter how many times he fucks you, but he fills you so perfectly that it doesn’t even cross your mind.
he wraps his arms around you, underneath your body, and tugs you even closer to him, hips rutting towards you with such animalistic desperation that it takes your breath away.
“kai...” you hum, looking up at him with the corners of your lips twitching. “was this your plan all along? get me to fuck myself, get me all in the mood and then get me all to yourself?”
his cheeks flush and he won’t meet your eyes. “no, really did want you to show me, need to know if i’m making you feel good enough.” he bites his lip in a smile. “this is just a bonus.”
he’s so big that he barely has to do anything to make you a mess, and every rock of his hips has you gasping for breath below him. kai’s pointer finger circles your clit over and over again as he ruts towards you, and your cheeks go hot when you realize, fuck, he’s spelling out his name against you. which means he noticed, and now he knows how perverted you are…
but that only crosses your mind once because your walls are tightening desperately around him as you cum, knot in your stomach snapping, and the pathetic whimper of his name that falls from your lips edges kai off the cliff of his own orgasm.
peppering your face with kisses, he pulls out to cum on your stomach with a singular high pitched moan. he presses his forehead to yours, a small smile tugging the corners of his lips, and whispers, “might have to ask you to do that more often, if this is what I get out if it…”
Half of them have to be talked into it, in the end they agree because they don't want to leave the room and let Kai choose the film - probably not the best idea since he's the most nonchalant person in the group.
Soobin watches most of the movie through his fingers, diving into your shoulder when there's a big jump scare, your ear is likely to be ringing for the rest of the night from his loud yelps. He keeps begging if at least one light in the room can be turned back on, but Kai insists movie nights are better in the dark.
Yeonjun keeps himself somewhat distracted with snacks, getting startled every now and then and being laughed at by Beomgyu. Every now and then he whines about the choice of movie and swears the maknae is never being the movie decider again.
Taehyun is trying to act tough, but his eyes are a little wider than usual as the movie goes on, shaking his head anxiously every time a character goes into a dark room or the music turns ominous, the cushion that was under his arm before it started now being hugged fretfully between his arms and chest. You thought you saw him burry his face behind it once or twice.
Beomgyu is the best person to watch this kind of movie with, his jokes making it easier to stomach the scary scenes. He only gets scared at the climax, and when Taehyun purposely spooks him, which has everyone laughing. He's quiet for a while after that before returning to his comedic role.
Huening Kai is the most focused on the movie, laughing along with everyone but really enjoying the movie. He know he'll probably have to walk Soobin or Yeonjun to the bathroom later, the older boys too scared to walk through the dorm alone at night after this kind of film, but he doesn't mind.
