Stained Mingi x f!reader
you as mingis makeup artist.. a two part series by minkisdoll
recap. you and mingi have settled your misunderstanding, but what is your relationship? does it go anywhere?
warnings: nsfw 18+, idol!Mingi, makeup artist!reader, slight use of yn, yearning, mention of Mingis past crush, hj yh wy mentions, misunderstanding arc!!, angst, fluff, smut!!, pwp, oral (both f, m), unprotected sex, nicknames (baby, babygirl, princess etc..), riding, mingi is possessive!
wc. 6k ish
an. this part took me all day to write.. hope you guys like it! show it some love and feel free to lmk how you like it :)) also this au doesn't include Mingis hiatus which is why the timeline is the way it is. enjoy!
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Three months have passed since you and Mingi had your infamous argument, and things have finally started to pick up between the two of you. Early mornings don’t keep you up dreading tomorrow anymore.
You and Mingi have actually gotten used to a new tradition together. Whoever arrives first (most of the time you) brings coffee, and then you two settle down to work and discuss whatever is on your mind that day. You have a wide variety of different conversations that leave you waiting for more.
Letting Mingi go on with his day is truly the hardest part, leaving you alone, processing the words shared while the taste of an iced americano still lingers on your tongue.
That lingering feeling is what has started to get you off your tracks nowadays. It tingles on your fingertips, tastes in your mouth.
This late summer morning finds you carrying your usual iced beverages in one hand, big bag of supplies in one. Ateez is working on their new comeback album, and you’re booked and busy keeping up with their schedule. You scroll through your calendar on your phone, days marked away all the way through the weekends.
One would expect this work to tire you out, but you’re running through that exhaustion with the enjoyment of your craft.. as well as the time you get to spend around Mingi. You shove your phone down the back pocket of your dark flared jeans before making your way to your work station of the day.
Per usual, you’ve arrived first, no signs of Mingi around. You let out a sigh before beginning to prep your table.
As soon as you begin to dig into your big carrier bag you feel a hand cover your vision. You let out a loud squelch, jumping forward. Like on command, you then hear a now familiar hearty laugh behind you. You should’ve seen this coming.
“Guess who” you grab onto his tricep, trying to pull his hand away, but he doesn’t even flake.
“I know it’s you Mingi, cmon you almost made me drop my stuff!” Mingi lets out an amused chuckle before loosening his grip on you.
You turn to look at the man you’ve gotten so used to as of recent. Standing tall, taking up space. Dark eyes watering from amusement, cheeks rosed, glasses holding on for dear life. He brushes back his platinum hair before taking a seat.
“What’d you got planned for me today boss?” He asks you before sipping down his coffee quickly. You show him some concepts you had planned with other staff and get started.
The hours roll by like a blur. Mingi tells you all about his weekend trip he took down to see his parents, and you let him in on a horrible blind date your friend had set you up for the previous evening.
“So.. basically it was like talking to a brick wall! He didn’t even look my way, probably just chatting away to some other girls on his phone” You note Mingi rolling his eyes, before looking up at you from the mirror.
“You know, I would never do such a thing, you’re so easy to talk to as well as entertaining!” Turning around to hide your flushed face, you pat him on the shoulder.
“Thanks Mingi” is all that slips past your lips. His presence seems to shift a tad, but there’s not much time to discuss it before you get a knock on the door. Mingi jumps up from his seat and nodding his byes to you.
This isn’t the first time Mingi has left you like this, quickly breezing off as if you didn’t just share a more close moment together. It takes you back a few months to where you were grabbing his glasses. That moment is exactly the kind that has been lingering you. You used to despise this man, how could you possibly linger on his words, his light touches as he passes by. It feels too intoxicating and wrong to dread about longer.
….
Comeback season drags on, September rolling around.
Your encounters with Mingi have picked up a new tone for you.
You’ve tried your best to keep your relationship to Mingi strictly professional, nothing more. That’s all you are at the end of the day. But god is Mingi making it hard for you.
His words praising your work, showing up early to spend more time together, those lingering looks that burn you inside. It’s driving you mad and he knows it. At least, that’s how you think the situation is.
A fresh breeze blasts you as you step out of your work trailer for today at the set for Ateez’s new music video, Eternal Sunshine. Everything is bright and alive. Today’s work has been finished and you go look for some early lunch as you notice Mingi sitting around the set with Yunho per usual. You try to send him a wave but he doesn’t seem to notice. You shrug it off and continue your way.
As you arrive at the cafeteria, you notice other staff and Hongjoong sitting around having a chatter. To your surprise Hongjoong waves at your direction indicating you join them. A bit baffled, but intrigued you walk over to them. The ginger man advices you to sit next to him.
“If it isn’t the infamous yn ! You know, I’ve been meaning to thank you” you raise your eyebrow at his word.
“What for exactly?”
“Well, for keeping our Mingi so positive. He’s really not a morning person, but he’s been rushing to get going as of recent. I think you’re the person to thank” Of course the captain notices. You look back down at your food processing the information Hongjoong just told you.
You knew you were happy to see Mingi. You knew you had a vibe going on, but you had no evidence of it being further than your own imagination. But now with Hongjoongs confession, you’ve got yourself some solid backup to your vision.
You look back up at Hongjoong who’s looking at you a bit baffled.
“All good?” You nod at him before getting up at your seat,
“Just got some work to do.”
…..
“Dude you can’t be serious.. you still haven’t said anything?” Mingi shakes his head embarrassed.
“It’s not that simple.. we are coworkers. If she doesn’t agree then she’s probably going to quit and I have to just reset all over again” Yunho frowns at Mingi before smacking him lightly on the head.
“Ow man what the hell!”
“Smacking some sense in you man. You can’t just pull this shit again. Remember when you liked that one chick from abroad and you didn’t do shit about it. Embarrassing for you bro, seriously”
Mingi can’t help but agree. He’s always been quite sensitive when it comes to this stuff. He leads with thought, not emotion. But when he truly feels strongly about something he starts to spiral slowly.
He’s going over all the possible situations and answers and it isn’t looking as promising as he’d want it to. There’s a high chance you don’t share your feelings for him and it will go horribly wrong. He’s not sure he’s ready to take that gamble.
Yunho has always been Mingis closest buddy through his idol years. He trusts him enough to tell him about his situation. Yunho’s been insisting Mingi makes a move on you before one of your blind dates turns out to be a Prince Charming.
“I still can’t believe you humbled her man. She was like so your vibe” Yunho goes on. Mingi hits him slightly before chuckling.
“Yeah it’s pretty embarrassing huh?”
….
Eyes scanning the scene of colourful buildings and palm trees you desperately look for Mingi. You must talk to him about how you feel before you lose your mind. You’ve gone around asking for him, seeking him in your vision.
Around 30 minutes into your hunt your eyes land on Mingi sitting around the front of a palm tree, buddied up with Yunho like earlier. You decide to surprise him, like he tends to do with you.
Lurking from behind a fence, you near on Mingi and Yunho, before you overhear their conversation.
“-You should call her man! It’s been a while since you guys have talked right?” Yunho insists. Mingi shrugs.
“It hasn’t been THAT long.”
“How long dude?”
“Like.. a few weeks or so?” You swallow slowly as possible, processing what you’re hearing.
“See! You still hung up on her man. That’s why you’re acting all weird” Yunho chucks his arm into Mingis rib as he chuckles back to the taller man.
“Perhaps. Nothings promised” You’ve heard enough and quietly walk your way off, cheeks burning up.
You cannot believe it. Hongjoong wasn’t right after all. Mingi’s caught up on someone else. Your eyes swell as you sprint to Mingis trailer. You sit down on the couch, gathering yourself together. You can’t be here today. You gather up your own stuff and leave a note on the table before calling yourself a cab. You need to be alone.
….
Mingi walks into his trailer, exhausted of a long days work. Patting himself down with a towel, he notices a post it plastered on the mirror.
“Had to go, felt sick, sorry? Huh..” Mingi reads through the note, pressing his back against the door.
The earlier conversation he had with Yunho still lingering his mind. He couldn’t even consider talking to his old interest anymore, he’s not sure why he insisted he might to Yunho. He sighs before opening up his phone. Mingi goes to delete her number, not wanting to stay in the past. His mind runs back to your note and he feels a pang in his chest. Hoping, she’s okay.
….
A week has passed since you’ve last seen of Mingi. You called in for sick leave and haven’t managed to drag yourself off your bed since. Your roommate has been insisting every night that you pick up a new date, get out and have fun. None of it interests you. It isn’t Mingi.
Your paid sick leave has come to an end, and you force yourself to get back on set. You thank the bus driver before scanning over the filming site for today at an abandoned car facility. Staff buzzing around, megaphones screaming. You can’t hear any of it, in your own head, your own scared bubble.
You note the other members in their little clique sitting around going over the choreography for their new single, Deja Vu. Your mind immediately also notes Mingis absence. Before you have the time to linger on that thought you hear Hongjoong let out a loud “HEY” before strutting your way.
“Hey there Hongjoong” He gives you a worried look.
“You know, we’ve missed you here on set! It’s been so bland seeing Mingi sulk alone in a corner. Plus he’s been going to my makeup artist, like dude no way! He looks a bit off shade” You nod at his words slightly. You can’t seem to know what to believe in anymore.
“I’ll go check on him now” cracking the door to Mingis trailer you find the platinum haired man sitting alone, staring off to a distance.
“Someone have a makeup emergency?” Mingis eyes flutter as he snaps his head your way. He flashes you his typical smile before hopping up from his seat.
“That would be me” you can’t help but smile at Mingi. Even if he doesn’t like you, you can still try to be professional and nice. Keyword, try.
You swatch Mingi with a proper concealer shade and do your work, mostly quiet. Mingi goes on about his week, how rough it’s been without you. How many times Hongjoong has corrected him or how many times Wooyoung laughed at his too lightly concealed doll like face. You just nod along and try your best not to feel a gut wrenching pain every time you remember his conversation with Yunho.
When a knock hits the door, you turn to show Mingi out, but he pauses for a moment.
“Is everything okay with you? Like in your life?” You take a gulp before nodding.
“Super. See you around Mingi”
….
The day drags on, you stop by to touch up on Mingi a few times. It seems that Hongjoong has noticed a change too, since later that evening you get a call.
“Hey is this yn?” A familiar higher pitched voice speaks. Your heart rate begins to settle as you realise it wasn’t Mingi who called you.
“Yes that would be me Hongjoong. What’s up?”
“Has something happened you know.. with Mingi? I can’t help but notice a change in atmosphere. I suppose it’s the captain in me.” You feel a heat burn your cheeks and ears. It’s that noticable?
“Not necessarily.”
“Yn. You can tell me, I’m no snitch.” You debate opening up to Hongjoong. After all, he’s close to Mingi and might have some answers.
“Does he have someone? Like a girlfriend in his life” Hongjoong can’t help but laugh on the other side of the line. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Mingi? Our Mingi? Please. There’s no way. Unless you know something I don’t”
“I just heard from somewhere”
“Well I can promise you there’s nothing going on as of what I know” you sigh, maybe you’ve just been thinking too much into it. But then you hear talking in the background. It’s Wooyoung.
“Captain dude you gotta come see this, we got Mingi to confess” you pause. Blankly staring at your screen you feel empty. Did Hongjoong just lie to protect Mingi? Maybe he didn’t know. You didn’t want to think about it any longer, so you go to press hang up.
“I’ll see you on set Hongjoong.”
“Wait!” Is the last thing you hear before you throw your phone off to the distance. You get up to yank it back only to send a mail to work, saying you’re sick and can’t come tomorrow.
….
The late morning hangs heavy on your shoulders, dragging you deep into your mattress. Your phone has been blowing up with mails from work, Hongjoong attempting to call you back.
What hurts you most is knowing the one person you miss isn’t looking for you. I mean why would he be?
You haven’t talked to him, and he’s busy. You feel so childish, so stupid. Why couldn’t you just do your job and have a normal relationship with Mingi. It kills you knowing it’s all your fault for wanting a taken man. A famous man at that. Who happens to be your boss. You’ve never felt smaller as you close your eyes again to drift away.
….
Mingi spins in his makeup chair, worried out of his mind. He got his makeup done by Hongjoongs makeup artist again and he’s feeling like a fool.
Last night, he was having an evening chat with Yunho and Wooyoung. The two have been insisting he spills out what’s been dragging him heavy all week. Mingi lets out a frustrated sigh before smashing his hands down on the table.
“Fuck it! I think I love her. I do and she seems to hate me now and it’s all so exhausting and tiring and I don’t know what to do anymore”
Yunho and Wooyoung look over at each other and then back at Mingi. Wooyoung suddenly sprints out the room running to Hongjoongs dorm room. Mingi places his face in his hands, tired. Yunho leans over to pat him on the back.
“You need to talk to her. Like soon dude” Mingi nods and sighs in agreement.
Yet, last morning of the shoot, here sits Mingi. Pondering where you are. He wants to find you, tell you how this time apart is making him feel, but he’s got work to do. Today’s shoot is a night sequence, so the filming is starting rather late. Yunho is scrolling on his phone on the couch in Mingis trailer, watching over the friend. Suddenly he gets up.
“Man I can’t watch you like this, I’ll be back later alright?” Mingi nods sighing to himself. He doesn’t even care, he’s just worried out of his mind.
Time passes before he hears a knock on the door. Almost too excited, he runs to open the door, to be met with Hongjoong alongside Yunho. He’s standing there hands crossed like he’s got business to discuss.
“Mingi. We got to talk with you”
Hongjoong recites to Mingi the call from last night as Yunho shakes his head furiously.
“She heard it man! Wooyoung said that shit about confessing. Maybe she thought you meant someone else” Hongjoong nods.
“I mean, she hung up immediately after. Would make sense” Mingi can’t believe it. She thinks you want someone else, he thinks to himself. Quilt pangs in his heart and fills his vision. He can’t breathe for a minute.
“I have to find her”
“After work. We got stuff to do Mingi”
….
The knock on your door makes you twitch awake. It’s your roommate.
“Girl what are you doing here? Don’t you have work today? The shoot?” You nod, tired. You drag your limp body up and look up at your friend.
“I can’t do it. Mingi will be there” She clicks her tongue knowingly.
“That man wants you! Just go get him. Why else would his friends call around for you? Or all those times at work you told me of?” You shake your head, not wanting to be delusional.
“He has someone else, you heard them yesterday” She lets out an amused laugh.
“He has to know how you feel. You cannot waste away your youth here in this depressed room. If he doesn’t like you get a new job. But he should know the truth.”
Unfortunately, her words make plenty sense. You should get it over with now that you still have the chance to. You jump up and your friend lets out an amused laugh.
“Let me do your makeup for once.. you look rough.”
….
The traffic is killing you. You and your friend are around 10 minutes away from set, and now you’re stuck in the rush of cars and busses. You check your watch, clock ticks 7 pm. The shoot ends soon, and you can’t lose your chance now. So, you tear the car door open, and slip your sneakers on.
“Girl where are you going!” You hear your friends yell behind you before taking up a fast running pace to Mingi. The months you’ve worked at Mingis agency you’ve learnt to run and fast, keeping up with schedules.
Your legs burn, lungs twisted, heart rate peaking as you sprint as fast you can. This ends tonight.
Taking the elevator up that garage building you feel anxiety burn your exhausted legs as you try to breathe. You feel faint, but try to keep yourself held up as the elevator lets out a noise to alarm you you’ve made it. The doors opening you waltz out quickly eyes scanning the scene. It pours rain, your earlier put together form only a memory.
Time pauses as you spot Mingi, dancing along with the other members, his hand on his face. Seeing him like this is making your world spin, you can’t breathe yet you feel more alive than ever.
You make your way towards Mingi slowly. The director yells “Cut!”, and all the members bow and scramble to their own directions. As Mingi looks up from his feet he notices you. Time pauses again. You take in his soaked form, platinum hair glued to his face, black shirt hanging on him heavy and wet. His pupils blow wide as you walk up to him.
“Hey Mingi” you say as you flash him a light smile. His heart races laps as he goes to speak back, but he’s cut off:
“I just wanted to be honest with you. It doesn’t matter If you don’t like me after this but, it doesn’t really matter anymore. I think.. I’ve grown to like you more than I’m supposed to Mingi. And I can’t pretend we are just coworkers when that’s not enough for me. I know you’re taken too which makes it worse.. and I am sorry. You can fire me if you please, but you have to know how I feel.”
His expression unreadable you turn to walk off, but his hand finds yours. You turn to look back at him as the rain pours upon your bodies.
“There isn’t anyone else in my heart but you” Your eyes widen.
“But the confession and Yunho and you talked about that girl and-“
“You heard that? God.. she’s nothing. That was years ago and I just lied to get out of Yunho bothering me about you. That is nothing to me. You are everything”
Mingi grabs you by the hand, his fingers intwining with your smaller ones. You follow him blindly, not a care in the world. You catch Yunho and Wooyoung waiting behind a corner. Yunho gives Mingi a nod while Wooyoung lets out an animalistic cheer. Mingis face glares red as you arrive to his trailer.
“Get in” his tone rougher than before, dripped with need. You’ve never seen this side to Mingi before.
As the door closes he places you harshly against the locked door. Your bodies so close, yet so far. You can feel his hot breath on your face as he leans down to look at you.
Before you manage to speak a word, his plump lips are ghosting yours and your knees go numb. The room spins as Mingi finally seals in your kiss. His embrace is so soft, yet it devours you. His big form leaning over you, one hand on the door, one on your hip.
As you fall apart to catch air you can’t help but be desperate for more, as you pull him back by his hair. Mingi smirks against your mouth, his hot, ringed fingers trailing against your ribs now.
Your patience is far gone, and you push up your hips to meet his. Mingi lets out a low groan as you drag your hips against his growing cock.
“Impatient are we?” He snickers. Keeping up a solid pace against him, you nod.
Mingi looks down into your eyes while grabbing you by the hips. He moves you like air, swiftly throwing you over to the couch. His touch burns everywhere and the air feels thick.
As Mingi settles down onto of you, one knee showed between your thighs, you pull the hem of his turtleneck in a desperate attempt to see his toned chest. He picks up on the signal quickly, and discards the shirt like it’s nothing. Your head starts to spin as you drag your hands down his chest, fingers tracing down his toned muscles.
Mingis hot mouth on yours, chest on display you can’t help but let out a light whimper. Mingi takes this to his advantage, making his way to your mouth with his tongue. You can’t help but rut against as his thigh, everything feeling too real. Mingi gets up to start removing his pants and you can’t help gawk at the view infront of your eyes.
He stands tall, toned, wet. Hair a mess, pupils big, mouth plump and red. This could be your last night and you’d regret nothing. You start to pull on your own shirt as Mingis now naked form nears you again. Everything about him is so big.
Pulling off your own clothes you now both sit on the couch, voulnerable yet safe. Before Mingi can manage to get any words out you whisper:
“I think I love you”
Mingi pauses. His whole expression shifts. His eyes go animalistic, you’ve never seen anyone like this before.
“I’ve waited for those words for as long as I can remember with you” He launches towards your neck, leaving marks, making sure everyone who sees you is aware who’s done this to you.
“You don’t love me?” You ask. Mingi looks up at you while kissing down your breastbone.
“You’ve got to be crazy to think that when I’m about to make you see heaven” You smile, but that soon fades as Mingi closes his mouth against your nipple.
You gasp for air, holding onto his hair and the couch for support. His hot mouth lingers on your skin as he moves on to the other one, sucking down harshly. Your thighs involuntarily twitch under him, begging to be touched. His big hands ghost up your thighs, tracing, marking.
Seeing him like this is nothing you could’ve imagined.
As Mingis mouth starts to trail lower down your stomach, your thighs, you know its over for you. His siren like eyes looking up at you, asking. You nod your head furiously while gasping for air.
“Hold my hair princess, you’re going to need something for support”
Everything else, your insecurities and worries, work, it all disappears as soon as Mingis hot mouth is licking down your slit, like a man starved. His nose bumps against your clit as he works his way on you and it makes you yelp. Mingi looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed. He sucks down on two of his fingers, making a mess, before sneaking them in your little hole.
You twitch against his touch, his other hand sneaking between your thigh, holding you down by your stomach. His fingers curl inside as his nose and tongue work wet licks and circles around your throbbing clit. You moan and yelp, gripping onto Mingis platinum hair for dear life, hoping this never ends.
”Ming I.. I’m..” you cannot form proper sentences anymore as Mingi deepens his fingers in, discovering parts you can never reach on your own.
”Yeah that’s it baby. Cum all over my face, stain me” You feel the burning pit in your lower stomach explode as his nose bumps against your clit again at force. You scream his name like a mantra, thighs shaking, room spinning.
Mingi is not done with you yet though. As his mouth trails back up your body, leaving wet kisses, his other hand leans down to prepare his now throbbing cock for your desperate hole.
You moan into the kiss, fucked out already, yet desperate.
”You gonna let me fuck you?” He asks between kisses. You nod furiously.
”Fuck me like you own me” Something in Mingi snaps at your words.
”I already own you.”
His hands grip your thighs spinning you to sit down on his thick thighs, his back against the couch. Mingi stares down your chest, covered in his lovebites and wet kisses dripping with your release.
”Show me how much you need it” Your hips already working against his hard on, pressing down on him. He lets out a groan gripping down on your thighs, mouth trailing on your jaw.
”C’mon princess, you can do better then that.” One hand on his chest, one trailing down to grab onto his base, you hold eye contact. Mingis eyebrows furrow as you start stroking him slowly but surely against his lower stomach. His head thrown back, you leaning your mouth to bite down on his neck.
Few strokes later you push yourself up by your thighs, holding his dick by the base, guiding it against your wet lips.
”Don’t tease baby, need you” Mingi groans while gripping down on your thighs, knuckles white.
You sink down on his huge cock slowly, the stretch making you both yelp. You can feel him everywhere, the thickness and length enough to make you lose it.
”Shittt you’re so wet princess.. all for me” you lean ahead to plant a kiss on his mouth as he fills you up to the brim. You swear you feel him in your belly.
Slowly, you start moving in a grinding motion, lighting your hips while at it to stimulate Mingi. He starts letting out strained moans, his hands guiding your hips, gripping down on your asscheeks.
You already feel a familiar throb down on your clit as Mingi starts talking again;
”Never felt a pussy this wet in my life.. all for me doll. You’re mine, all mine”
”Anyone gotten you this fucked out hm? Or am I the only one who fucks you this good babygirl”
Your wet mouths together like a puzzle, you grind on Mingi, bouncing on his thick cock. The windows are all fogged up as you fuck deep into the night.
Mingi feels you tightening against him, pulsating with pleasure. His hands grip you to stop, before quickly starting to fuck you from below.
You let out a slight scream in pleasure, holy fuck.
”Yeah take all of me baby. Take my cock” You grip onto his broad bare shoulders for dear life, sweat and water dripping down your body.
You sneak your other hand to play with your clit, but you’re quickly stopped by Mingi snapping your hand away.
”Nah let me” he pushes his thick thumb against your clit, the pressure feeling deep inside you as you rut against his thrusts.
”Who owns this pussy baby? Who is it?” He demands you as your second orgasm creeps on you.
”Ah- you Mingi! It’s always you” you whimper as his thrusts and finger work on you rough and deep. He smirks against your mouth.
”Now will you be a good girl and cum again right on my cock?” You scream, gripping down on his shoulders leaving nail marks. His thrusts begin to get sloppier as your tongues fight, his cock deep in your dripping pussy.
Gasping for air you feel him hit the perfect spot, and you let out the most pornohraphic moan known to man. Mingi keeps up the exact same pace and you start to fall apart on his cock.
”Yeahh that’s a good girl, twitching all over me” Mingi keeps thrusting in you, fucking you through your orgasm before pulling out slowly.
”Let me” you say fucked out, leaning your body down so your mouth is infront of his now red cock.
”You sure you want it baby?” You nod furiously, as Mingi begins to jack himself off into your mouth, his cum dripping into your mouth. You suck down on his tip, making it ooze out faster as Mingi grabs your head with his other big hand.
”Ooh yeah.. such a.. good girl baby fuck” He cums down your throat, holding you there against his tip. As he’s done you wipe your lips, before laying yourself against the couch. Exhausted, fucked out of your mind.
Mingi gets up to get some towels to wipe you down, and gives you a blanket before setting down next to you on the couch.
” i love you” he says, finally. You plant a soft kiss on his mouth before your head drops on his chest, sleepy.
He brushes your hair, as you two fall deep into sleep on the couch.
….
The morning finds you feeling like a new person, getting up against Mingis bare chest. He lays there, sleeping, the sunlight kissing his tanned skin. You lean down to kiss his cheek before getting up to catch a cup of water.
Mingi twitches in his sleep before waking up slowly, his eyes scanning the trailer. He spots you on the makeup chair with one of his change shirts on, drinking some water.
”Good morning beautiful, at work i see” you chuckle. If it weren’t for this chair, this job, you would’ve never met Mingi.
He gets up rubbing his eyes, setting his platinum hair in a ponytail before leaning on the table next to you, only wearing a pair of shorts and his ”Fix On” hoodie.
”I think I don’t have work today, Mr Song” you giggle as you stare up at him. He flashes you his signature smile before going:
”Well actually, before we leave. You do have to cover all of these” he points to the various hickies covering his chest, jaw and neck. You chuckle covering your mouth.
”It seems I got you stained”
”Indeed baby, indeed.”
That morning rolls by, Mingi sitting on the makeup chair, you fixing him up. Like all those months ago, when you thought you’d never like Song Mingi.
He’s also got you stained, and he tries his best to cover them, to his ability. It’s not the best, but it’s okay, because all you want is here with you.
