whiny!mingi - drapes himself dramatically across your lap the second you sit down, making sure at least half his body is uncomfortable so you have to pay attention to him
whiny!mingi - wakes you up in the middle of the night by rutting his hard length between your thighs, voice cracking as he repeats "i can't sleep baby."
whiny!mingi - says “babe” forty times in a row with increasing urgency until you look up from your phone
whiny!mingi - sobs “suck harder, i need your throat, ungh,” bucking his hips up to fuck your mouth, drool dripping down his chin as he rambles about how perfect your lips feel wrapped around his shaft.
whiny!mingi - will follow you room to room complaining that he’s bored, but the moment you suggest something to do he says “no not that.” he won’t say what he really wants (wink wink)
whiny!mingi - pouts and whines “baby, please, my cock hurts so bad”when you ignore his throbbing bulge in his pants during movie night, humping your thigh desperately until you finally stroke him off.
whiny!mingi - whines that you never kiss him first and then gets flustered the second you actually do
whiny!mingi - who’s version of “I miss you” is showing up wherever you are and sighing loudly until you acknowledge him
note: I don't know what's gotten into me but I'm just a new girl discovering new things. About K-Pop, I've only knew BlackPink and BTS, but recently I've been listening Ateez and a bunch more stuff in K-Pop and I'm gagged lol (in the best way possible). xoxo
The polished table sat at the center of the room, surrounded by too many chairs. Staff members moved quietly along the edges, adjusting microphones, checking angles, preparing for another shoot.
“Alright,” a staff member announced with a bright, practiced smile, “welcome to Say it or Do it with ATEEZ.”
The introduction barely finished before the table erupted into noise. You leaned forward instinctively, resting your elbows against the table, your excitement impossible to hide. “This is going to be a disaster,” you said, though the grin on your face betrayed how much you were looking forward to it.
Across from you, Wooyoung let out a quiet scoff, already shuffling through the cards. “Relax,” he replied smoothly, glancing up at you. “I’ll carry this.”
“You?” you shot back, incredulous. “That’s concerning.”
And he only smiled wider.
At first, everything followed the usual pattern, the cards were harmless, at least in the beginning. Questions that prompted exaggerated answers, dares, moments designed to entertain.
The room filled easily with laughter, teasing and interrupting each other without hesitation.
Wooyoung’s turn came sooner than expected.
He picked up a card, flipping it between his fingers with his casual confidence that immediately drew attention. For a brief moment, his expression remained unreadable, his eyes scanning the words in silence.
Slowly, his lips curved.
“Oh,” he said, almost to himself, though the shift in his tone was enough to pull everyone’s attention toward him. “This one’s interesting.”
You leaned back slightly, narrowing your eyes. “I don’t like that tone.”
“You shouldn’t,” he replied lightly.
San urged him to read it aloud, but instead of immediately giving in, he took his time. He tapped the edge of the card against the table, dragging out the moment.
Finally, he spoke.
“Choose one member and flirt with them for a whole minute.”
You let out a groan, dropping your head briefly into your hands before looking back up at him with a mixture of suspicion and reluctant amusement. “If you pick me, I’m walking out,” you warned, though there was no real weight behind the threat.
Wooyoung didn’t hesitate. “I pick you.”, fucker.
Somewhere along the table, Mingi’s expression stilled, but no one really noticed. You look into the camara before saying "these are the moments when being the only girl kinda sucks" and everyone laughs.
What started as teasing didn’t stay that way for long. “You look good today,” he said, his voice quieter now, though still loud enough for the others to react.
You rolled your eyes immediately, waving him off. “That’s your big move? Seriously?”, but he didn’t pull back.
Instead, he leaned in just slightly more, his expression unwavering and his arm resting in the back of you chair, letting him get closer and closer “No,” he said calmly. “That’s just the truth.”
“You always look good,” he continued. “But today…” He tilted his head slightly, studying you in a way that felt just a little too real. “It’s distracting.”
Mingi noticed, the way you hesitated, even a little. The way Wooyoung didn’t break eye contact and the moment stretched just a little too far beyond what the game required.
His jaw tightened subtly, his fingers curling against his leg beneath the table, the movement hidden but deliberate. Crossing his arms, his jaw clenching and resting his back on the chair...doing anything to stop himself from saying or doing something.
When it was your turn again, the card you picked only made things worse.
You read it once, your expression shifting into something between disbelief and amusement before you finally spoke. “Sit on a member’s lap while answering the next question.”
The reaction was immediate, louder than before.
It wasn’t a big deal, or at least it shouldn’t have been a big deal, but without overthinking it, you moved. You ended up on Wooyoung’s lap.
From your perspective, it was simple. He was the closest, the easiest option. You keep telling yourself that you chose him because with Wooyoung it didn't really mean anything beyond a challenge or a few laughs, but of course everyone wondered why you hadn't chosen your best friend, Mingi. Deep down, though, everyone knew the answer, even you both.
But from across the table, Mingi saw it differently.
He saw the way Wooyoung’s arm settled naturally around your waist steadying you without hesitation. He saw the way you laughed, completely at ease, unaware of how it looked from the outside, the way the others reacted, encouraging it.
The cameras were still rolling, and the moment wasn’t his to interrupt so he smiled when he was supposed to. He laughed when it was expected.
Backstage, everything returned to its usual noise. Voices overlapped again, replaying moments from the interview, teasing each other without restraint. Yeo-sang brought up the flirting and immediately the attention turned back to you.
Wooyoung, still far too pleased with himself and (as he says) his "skills", pulled his arm into your shoulders. “You didn’t seem to hate it.”
You nudged him lightly. “You’re insufferable.”
“Am I wrong?”
And without yall even noticing, something exploded.
“Move.” before you could fully process it, Mingi was there, stepping in between you and Wooyoung with a presence impossible to ignore. There was something firm in the way he positioned himself, something that made the air feel heavier all at once.
He didn’t look at anyone else, only you.
“Come here,” he said, his deep voice moving something inside you.
The noise that had filled the room only seconds ago fades, you feel it.
Mingi stands close enough now that the space between you feels almost nonexistent, his presence grounding and overwhelming at the same time.
Your brows knit slightly as you look up at him, confusion and something else “What is going on with you?” you ask, your voice quieter now, no longer teasing, no longer light.
For a second, it almost seems like he might walk away again, like earlier, like he’s still fighting whatever this is. His jaw tightens, his gaze flickering briefly past you, to the boys that were still behind you laughing super loud a moment agio.
“You really don’t see it,” he says finally, his voice low, controlled in a way that only makes the tension sharper.
You frown, taken aback by the accusation more than the words themselves. “See what?”
“The way they act around you,” he continues, and though his tone remains even, there’s an edge beneath it now, something restrained but unmistakable. “The way he acts around you.”
You don’t need to ask who he means.
Your chest tightens slightly, more from the intensity of his gaze than the accusation itself. “It was just a game,” you reply, though the words feel weaker now than they had earlier. “You know how he is...always sassy” you try to break a joke.
But he wasn’t having it.
“I do,” Mingi says, almost immediately. “That’s exactly the problem.”
“You’re overthinking it,” you insist, though your tone softens without your permission. “None of it meant anything.”
He lets out a quiet breath, something between a laugh and something far more frustrated, running a hand through his hair as if trying to gather his thoughts before they spill out in a way he won’t be able to take back.
“It meant something to me,” he says.
That settles between you, thick and shifting the entire weight of the moment. Your lips part slightly, but for once, nothing comes out.
Mingi takes a step, making you even closer.
“You think I didn’t notice?” he continues, quieter now, though the intensity in his voice only deepens. “The way you looked at him. The way you didn’t pull away.”
“I didn’t think I needed to,” you reply, your voice barely above a murmur, though there’s a hint of something defensive beneath it now. “It wasn’t serious.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is?”
And for a brief moment, he hesitates. Not because he doesn’t have an answer, but because saying it out loud makes it real in a way there’s no coming back from.
“Anyone else can joke about it,” he says slowly, each word measured, careful in a way that suggests he’s choosing them with intention. “They can flirt, tease, act like it doesn’t matter.”
His gaze doesn’t leave yours.
“I can’t.”
Your heart stumbles, not really processing what’s going on but internally being froze because you understand every word and the meaning behind it.
“Why?” you ask, though the answer is already forming somewhere in the back of your mind.
Mingi exhales slowly, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion “because I don’t like sharing you,” he says.
There’s no immediate reaction from you, no teasing remark or quick dismissal to soften the moment. For once, the usual rhythm between youf alls away completely, leaving something far more exposed in its place.
“You don’t… get to say that like it’s normal,” you manage after a moment.
“I know,” he admits “and I know I should’ve said something earlier,” he continues, his voice dropping slightly, softer now but no less intense. “Before it got to this point.”
Your eyes search his face, trying to piece together the version of him standing in front of you now with the one you’ve always known.
“You’re an idiot,” you say softly.
He lets out a breath, almost a laugh. “Yeah, I know.”
“No,” you step closer, poking his chest lightly. “Like, actually. You really thought I didn’t notice you?”
He frowns slightly. “What?”
“You think I’ve been this close to you for years and didn’t feel anything?” you ask.
“You’re serious,” he says quietly, straight face like he's scared to fuck it all up by just a wrong facial expression.
“Very.”
He exhales, finnaly daring to stepping closer until there’s barely any space left between you. His hand hesitates for half a second before settling at your waist, pulling you in now... more desperately. You grab the front of his shirt, “next time,” you murmur, “don’t wait until you’re about to lose your mind to tell me something like this.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh. “Noted.”
“And stop ignoring me whenever you get mad” you add.
“Also noted.”
“And stop getting jealous...”
“That one’s not happening.”
You grin. “Yeah, I figured.”
While looking into each others eyes like they’re the mos beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, the space between you disappears, you can feel the warmth of his breath before anything else.
His lips finally meet yours. Your fingers curl more firmly into his shirt without thinking, and he squeezed your waist tighter, as if he wanted to really feel you, a confirmation that this was finally happening.
His forehead rests lightly against yours, the distance between you barely returning, his breath still uneven in a way that mirrors your own.
“You couldn’t wait five minutes?” San blurts out, completely incredulous, one hand dragging down his face like he’s personally offended. “We’re literally still in the same room!”
Hongjoong lets out a loud laugh. “No, because what was that...”
“You said it didn’t mean anything!” Wooyoung points at you accusingly.
You immediately try to push Mingi away, except you don’t get very far, because his hand is still at your waist, unmoving, rock hard.
"You shut up and I don't want to see you messing around with her again," Mingi says in his characteristic deep voice, making something inside you stir. Out of nowhere, you love this new attitude from your…best friend?
-> Summary: On a sleepless night, Y/n finds herself sharing a quiet, intimate moment with Mingi, who shows up unannounced and in need of comfort. Y/n reminds Mingi that he won’t ever be a burden and that she’ll always be there for him—no matter the hour.
-> Word count: 1251
The soft hum of the overhead fan filled the quiet living room. The warm glow of fairy lights draped across the wall above the television gave the space a cozy vibe. Y/n sat cross-legged on the sofa with a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands. She had always loved this time of the night—when the world seemed to calm down, the chaos of the day being left behind.
But tonight wasn’t like most nights. Tonight, Mingi was here.
He was sat on the floor in front of her, leaning against the sofa with a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders like a cape. He somehow managed to make himself appear much smaller than he was as he huddled closer to the blanket’s warmth. The glow from the lights cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the pout of his lips and the tiredness in his eyes.
“Y/n/n,” he murmured, tilting his head so he’d be able to look at her. “You should go to bed. It’s late.”
She chuckled softly, taking a sip of her tea. “You’re one to talk. Aren’t you the one who came over unannounced at midnight saying you couldn’t sleep?”
Mingi’s lips twitched into a sheepish smile. “Okay, that’s fair. But you shouldn’t have to stay up and lose sleep just because I’m restless.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, before placing her mug on the coffee table. “I want to stay up with you.”
His eyes widened slightly, and a soft blush could be seen creeping up his cheeks. “You don’t have to, you know? I’ll feel bad if you don’t get enough sleep and end up being tired tomorrow.”
Y/n reached down, gently tugging on the edge of his blanket. “Mingi, I’m doing this because I want to. Besides, it’s not every day I get to hang out with you like this. You’re always busy being an idol.”
The slight teasing tone in Y/n’s voice seemed to make him relax, and he gave her a lopsided grin before turning back to the television, where a random nature documentary was playing. The narrator’s voice filled the room as footage of small penguins waddling across an icy landscape appeared on the screen. Mingi pointed at a particularly clumsy baby penguin while laughing softly.
“Look at that one,” he said, voice warm and amused. “That’s me whenever our dance practices run late.”
Y/n burst out laughing, the sound echoing around the room. “You’re not that bad! If anything, you’re more like the penguin up front, the one leading the group.”
He looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with playful disbelief. “Do you mean to say I’m a natural-born leader?”
“Obviously,” she teased him again, nudging his shoulder with her foot. “The penguin king of the K-pop world.”
Mingi threw his head back, laughing in that unrestrained way that never failed to make her heart feel like it was wrapped in the warmest of hugs. His laugh was definitely one of her favourite things about him—it was loud, and it was contagious, and so uniquely Mingi.
As his laughter faded, Mingi leaned his head back against the couch, gazing up at her sweetly. His expression softened, the playfulness giving way to something quieter. “Thanks for putting up with me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Y/n frowned, leaning forward so she’d be able to meet his gaze more directly. “What are you on about?”
“Just…” He shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. “I’m aware, you know? That I can be a lot sometimes. Showing up at the weirdest hours, rambling about something random most of the time, always taking up your time when you probably have better things to do…” He trailed off, looking embarrassed.
Y/n’s heart squeezed at the vulnerability she heard in his voice. She reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Mingi, I don’t ‘put up’ with you. I enjoy spending time with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of the day or the middle of the night, you’re always welcome here.”
He blinked up at her, lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something more but no words would come out. After a moment, he smiled—the softest, most genuine smile she’d ever seen from him and one that made her chest feel light.
“You’re too good to me, Y/n/n,” he said, his voice tinged with awe.
She shook her head, a grin tugging at her lips. “Nah, I think you might just have really bad taste in friends.”
Mingi laughed again, the tension in his shoulders easing bit by bit as he relaxed against the couch. “If that’s the case, then I’m glad I have terrible taste.”
The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, the documentary long forgotten as they simply basked in each other’s presence. Y/n reached for her mug again, the warmth seeping into her palms as she took a sip. Mingi, still sitting on the floor, leaned his head back, his eyes slowly fluttering shut.
For a moment, she thought he might have fallen asleep, but then she heard his soft and drowsy voice. “Y/n?”
“Hmm?” she hummed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the sofa’s armrest.
“Do you think the penguins ever feel lonely out there? On the ice.”
She cocked an eyebrow, caught off guard by his question. “I don’t know,” she replied thoughtfully. “But they’ve got their group, right? Their friends and family? They stick together, even when it’s cold and hard.”
Mingi nodded slowly, his eyes still closed. “I think that’s nice. Having people who’ll always stick with you, no matter what.”
Y/n smiled, reaching down to ruffle his hair gently. “You’ve got that too, you know. Your members, your fans…me.”
His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at her. There was something different in his gaze—something tender and unspoken. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I know that.”
The warmth in his voice made Y/n’s heart skip a beat, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in the penguins on the documentary. But out of the corner of her eye, she could see the small, happy smile that lingered on his lips.
As the night wore on, Mingi eventually climbed up onto the couch, sprawling out like a giant cat and causing Y/n to laugh at how much space he took up, but she didn’t complain when he decided to rest his head on her lap, the blanket still comfortably wrapped around him.
“Are you comfy?” she asked, her tone lightly teasing.
“Very,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of her pyjama trousers. “Don’t move. You’re a good pillow.”
Y/n simply rolled her eyes not really protesting, her hand instinctively coming down to run through his hair. The strands soft beneath her fingers, and she could feel him relax even more against her.
The documentary eventually came to an end, the television screen going dark except for the faint glow of the paused menu. Y/n glanced down at Mingi, only to realise that his breathing had evened out, his face peaceful as he finally managed to drift off to sleep.
She smiled to herself, leaning her head back against the couch. “Don’t be silly, Mingi,” she whispered, echoing her words from their earlier conversation. “I’ll always stay up with you.”
And as the first light of dawn began to creep through the living room’s curtains, Y/n closed her eyes, the warmth of Mingi’s comforting presence lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities
Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.
SMUT--MINORS DNI
✧✩✮ Mingi x reader ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ Summary: You hook up with Mingi off Tinder one night. ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ wc 1.4k ✮✩✧
Desperation | October 8, 2024
SMUT--MINORS DNI
✧✩✮ Wolf spirit!Mingi x witch!reader ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ Summary: You and wolf spirit Mingi help replenish each others' energy after a hard quest. ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ wc 1.1k ✮✩✧
Whatever Will We Do? | February 26, 2025
SMUT--MINORS DNI
✧✩✮ Alpha!Yunho x Omega!Yeosang x Alpha!Mingi x omega!reader ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ Summary: Yeosang's gone into heat, and Mingi and Yunho are going to help you through it. ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ wc 1.9k ✮✩✧
A Collar With A Tag | April 11, 2025
SMUT--MINORS DNI
✧✩✮ alpha!Mingi x omega!reader ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ Summary: You get home to find your roommate in rut, and he wants you to be his puppy. ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ wc 1.3k ✮✩✧
Catfish | July 7, 2025
SMUT--MINORS DNI
✧✩✮ sub!alpha!Mingi x dom!alpha! Yunho ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ Summary: In which Mingi is an alpha who wants to bottom, so he lies on the internet about it. ✮✩✧
✧✩✮ wc 5.1k ✮✩✧
🔥 -smut. 💥- suggestive 💢-angst. 🧸-fluff. 💫-collab. 💬-Smau 💀 -dark themes: triggering subjects such as death, drugs, violence, etc. 🌀- GN/amab reader. 🌈- member x member or mxm content
WIP/Coming soon
Main Masterlist
Series~
nothing yet
One-shots~
🔥Bet Gone Right? - ft JWY, CJH
🧸 🔥Mingi Birthday One-shot
💫💢🔥 Just For Tonight
💢🔥🌈 Two Just for You -pt2 of Just for Tonight- ft DPR Ian/Christian Yu
💫💥 Fool Of A Prince
💫💢🔥💀Sequitur Ad Inferos - Supernatural(the show) AU
💢🔥 Speed, Spite, Sex
🔥 Shaboom - ft WY
>💫💢🔥💀 No More Running - Lapydiaries Adrenaline Anthology
FFF and Kinktober pieces:
💢🔥🌈 *739 Mingi - ft Yeosang
🔥Puppy Play Time- ft JYH
<🔥Day 11- Somnophilia
🔥Day 18- Size Kink -ft JYH
🔥Day 21- Aphrodisiacs/overstimulation
🔥Day 26- Tentacle sex
