WARNINGS: Mentions of death, descriptions of fire, mentions of hell
SUMMARY: After a human is reborn into hellhound, the first human it sees stays in its memory forever. You may not remember him, but Mingi never forgot. He has made himself your guardian angel, and he won't let you die so easily.
When the world burned around him, he thought that this was exactly what hell was supposed to look like.
The flames licked at his skin and the smoke got into his lungs. He thought that it was not supposed to hurt him – there was never any damage, his skin barely ashy and sweaty, and that was it. But it hurt. It hurt every time, over and over again, and he felt like he was dying until the fire grew into him, and until he felt nothing else but pain. Somehow, that helped. Somehow, that meant he could get used to it.
Infernos like that weren’t the easiest to get through. He couldn’t see too far into the fire, he couldn’t hear beyond the sound of it, the smoke filled the air so thick that any other smells were dulled out. But he had his mission to complete, so he had to work his way through it.
The floor creaked under his feet, signaling that the construction would soon give out. He would survive the fall, easily, but he could not rest at ease despite that. Because, far ahead of him, there was someone who wouldn’t, and that was why he needed to hurry up.
You were curled up under a desk, holding a wet cloth against your mouth. He silently appreciated that you survived this long – the wet cloth did a solid job filtering the smoke from the air. If you didn’t, he’s certain he wouldn’t have made it on time.
Your eyes found him despite the smoke, eyebrows furrowed, not understanding, not knowing why he’s there. Yet, your hand shakily reached forward.
“Help, please” you whimpered.
You didn’t recognize him. He knew you wouldn’t. You only met once – one night, when he was pulled out of his misery and put in another one, in the role of a hellhound that he wielded until today.
He remembered you because you were the first person he saw. And the first person a hellhound sees after its first death is forever ingrained in its memory. Like first love turning eternal, the bane of its existence.
You must have forgot him. But Mingi never did. He always looked out for you – as much as his duties allowed. He sometimes wished he was free from his Master, so that he could chase after you and spend the rest of his second life with you. Maybe it was a bit creepy; maybe he was stalking you to get there. He just never really had a better option.
Right now, just like he did all those years ago, you stood at the brink of death and the opposite of you, stood Mingi, covered in flames that stuck to him without damaging, like a second skin.
He extended his hand to you and you flinched away, seeing as it was covered in fire.
“I can save you if you hold my hand” he spoke.
You hesitated, looking at his hand. It was cruel of him, he knew. It was the best he could do, really. He could save you – he could get you out of here. But it would hurt you, and you needed to know that. You needed to make that choice yourself.
And you did.
You let out a scream, and it died when he pulled you to him and held against his chest. The fire that covered him wouldn’t burn you – just like it didn’t burn him. It was a special kind of fire, the one that only lived when ignited. The hellfire, his own weapon, his own attire, his own nature. Created to cause pain but never kill.
To his surprise, you didn’t let go. He guided your hand to your mouth again, wordlessly commanding you to keep filtering the air coming in. You focused on that task, letting him pick you up and hold against him as he turned around. He would get you out of here. He promised he would never let you die. Not like this, at least.
He should take you to a hospital, he thought, as he laid you down on the long bench in the nearby park. The darkness of night was dispersed only by the faint glow of the orange sky. The smell of smoke clung to the two of you, but the fire was left far behind, and he noticed your poor, sweat-covered body shiver in the cold air.
The sirens echoed in the distance. They would be nearby soon and then he would take you there.
For now, just for this little bit, he wanted to take you in, to relish in your presence this one time that he’d been finally granted it. He deserved as much for saving you. And even if he didn’t, even if it was a mistake on his part, he wanted to do it anyway.
He had never seen you as vulnerable as you were now.
Your eyes opened. You fainted for a bit when the two of you passed through the building, probably from pain. But you were awake now, only shivering like a leaf, like a wet puppy, too small and too fragile to warm yourself back up.
“Who… are you?”
Your lips form the question even though it must be the last thought on your poor, tormented mind.
He sat next to you, looking down at your face. You looked up at him, although weakly. His hands itched to reach out to you, to caress your face until you fell asleep again. Maybe you would let him – given your pitiful state, you wouldn’t be able to tell him no. Maybe you wouldn’t even think it’s inappropriate. But he couldn’t do that to you. It wouldn’t be right.
“I’m nobody” he finally replied. He hesitated for a moment. “You probably won’t see me again.”
“You saved me.” The words came out quiet, but certain. “I won’t ever be able to pay you back.” Your voice was strained. “What’s your name?”
He hesitated for just a moment.
“Mingi. The name’s Mingi.”
“Have I ever met you before? You look familiar.”
His breath hitched, lips parting, eyes staring. He didn’t know what to say. He wondered how much you remembered. Or if you really remembered – or if you just saw someone familiar enough.
“Don’t worry about it” he finally whispered.
Tearing his gaze away from you came with difficulty. He stared at the park surrounding the two of you. The red hue covered the sky somewhere behind the trees, and the noise of sirens quieted down, implying that they had finally arrived. He stood up.
“Can you stand up? I will take you to the ambulance.”
“I’m fine…”
“Don’t be stupid. I saved you, you better not waste it.” He said it as a joke, but the worry was genuine. You cared too little about yourself – he had noticed it before already, staying up late, working late – the very reason you had been put in this predicament in the first place, most of other people already having left the office, and only you, poor thing, stuck on that floor without a way out. If only you didn’t overwork yourself like a fool.
You let out a sigh, but pushed yourself up into a seat. Slowly, at first, your arms wobbling, your breath picking up at the strain. He watched as you placed your feet on the ground and then forced yourself up. Your knees almost gave out underneath you, but he quickly followed, wrapping his arm around your torso, keeping you up and helping you walk forward. He could carry you, he thought – but he didn’t want you to fall asleep again.
“How did you know I’m there?” you suddenly asked.
He pressed his lips together. The reply didn’t come for the next few moments.
“Is that the only thing you are curious about?” he tried to divert your attention.
“No… I have a lot of questions.”
“But we don’t have that much time.”
The silhouette of the ambulance appeared in the distance, alongside some people rushing to help others. The pulse of blue and red lights. There shouldn’t have been many victims, really, and he hoped you won’t have to wait for them to take care of you.
The air shifted behind the two of you. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable – you most certainly didn’t take note of it. But Mingi did, and he stopped in his tracks.
“So this is her?”
He turned around.
His Master took a step forward, face nothing but curious as he took in the sight.
You, too, stared at him now, as if instinctively sensing he’s something otherworldly. Mingi felt you press into him with some form of plea. He sensed fear on you. He could smell it. A different kind of fear than before. Something more primal, more urgent. Something that he was taught to catch the whiff of from afar and follow, like the hound that he was.
Hongjoong often caused that in people.
“You know you shouldn’t be here, right?” His gaze shifted to Mingi now, a slight smile on his face. The smile was anything but warm, and Mingi cleared his throat.
“I-I know, but… she is… I couldn’t…” His throat felt dry. He had no excuse. No explanation that Hongjoong already didn’t know.
“I know, Mingi, I’ve heard it before. I don’t blame you.”
The words were too sweet for the tone they were spoken with. It dripped with something – not with venom, no, it was more like… quicksilver. Beautiful and enticing, until you understood its lethality.
“Put the human in the ambulance and come back to me” Hongjoong finally announced. “I have work for you.”
The words were final.
He knew that there was no other option than exactly this. Just a few moments that he allowed himself to share with you would eventually come to an end, and he would go back to his duties – far away, where he could not reach you, where he could barely sense your presence. Possibly, where he wouldn’t be able to tell if you got yourself in trouble again. Hongjoong kept his hounds’ leashes long until he felt they run too freely. And Mingi, right now, had gone too far off.
“Who was that?” your voice trembled when he guided you to the ambulance and, moments later, you were sat down at the edge of the vehicle’s rear. Someone put an oxygen mask in your hand, and you were breathing it in, taking it away only to talk to him now.
“Nobody you need to worry about” Mingi replied quickly. “I need to go.”
“You need to listen to him?”
It was so hard to leave you here. He really didn’t want to. He hoped you will memorize his advice.
“I do. I don’t think we will meet again.”
“So how do I repay you?”
He pondered on it for a moment before gathering all his courage and putting his hand on top of your head. He patted it gently. Your eyes slipped closed. Maybe it was just from the fatigue, but he indulged himself a little, imagining that you’re feeling comfortable with him now.
“Live a good life so we don’t have to meet again.”
“So you don’t want us to meet?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Not like this.”
You opened your eyes again.
“Then find a way to come back here. You owe me answers. If you don’t, I will live a bad life.”
It must have sounded ridiculous even to yourself. It must have sounded even more to the paramedic at your side, reaching to check your pulse, although not really paying attention to Mingi.
But to Mingi himself, it sounded like a challenge. Like a dare to get out of his Master’s grasp, to follow what he wanted instead. Did you know how much he would rather run off with you than follow Hongjoong back to hell? Did you know how much it hurt him to say it might be impossible?
When he turned around, Hongjoong’s eyes glistened in the darkness of the trees, like a cat’s, outside of the range of light, but most definitely there, waiting. Watching. Patient – if only for now.
“I will” he promised.
It came out so quiet he wasn’t sure if you heard him. He hoped the wind didn’t carry it further, the words that were never supposed to be spoken.
If Hongjoong heard them, he didn’t show it.
It would only get harder from now on, Mingi knew. But he would find a way. Eventually.
Summary: Mingi is obviously a phenomenal dancer! But can he slow dance?
Genre: Fluffy fluffy fluffy
Warning(s): Painfully fluffy
Word Count: 801
Theme Song: Baby Baby - Winner
AN: I really like this song, ok, I promise I won’t use it again who am I kidding I am a sadass with the creativity of a cabbage. Also, I adore Mingi, I love this man so so much, he’s got me good. He’s just too lanky for waltzing right off the bat, you get me?
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With the lights turned off, the room was unimaginably dark, until you drew the curtains back and wide open.
The silvery lights tinged with the scarlets and ambers of the street danced across the room as you spun, fingers brushing invisible tethers in the air, untying the stresses of the world from you and the room.
Mingi ambled in through the door, hands full of groceries and an envelope retrieved from the letterbox firmly gripped between his lips.
He hummed in surprise as he inevitably came to a halt not even three steps inside, watching you freely wind around the empty space, making your way to the stereo. Finally, you connected your phone to the slot, and pressed play, letting the calming melodies crackle over the cheap speakers.
He watched your expression lighten into an even brighter smile, enveloped in peace and bliss.
He muffled an ‘ok’, followed with a laugh, before his hands were freed from the restraints of the plastic bags. In a swift movement, you’d placed them on the nearby desktop, and returned to steal the letter.
“Those lips aren’t for bills you know,” you whispered, giggling as you eased the paper away and replaced it with a kiss.
It was just a few seconds long, but it had captured him. Deep, soft, warm. Cheeks flushed with the sudden contact, he raised his hands to meet your hips and pull your body to his.
But before he could, you’d slipped away, leaving his lips cold to the air.
His eyes followed your shadow in the dark, looking for an explanation, to find you discarding the envelope by the groceries as if it were nothing but just another plastic bag.
Soon enough you’d returned to him, however. Though to his surprise, it was you that took the lead and, clasping one of your hands in his, the other to his shoulder, you swung him into some convoluted waltz, laughing victoriously as you went.
He yelped to the say the least, until his palm finally rested on your shoulder blade. While you lead the charge, he tried to follow your steps, just barely avoiding tripping over his feet. Meanwhile, as he watched you laugh serenely, eyes curved in incredulous joy, his heart did not avoid the same fate: instead, he fell head over heels for you.
It was this moment—he would recall much later to anyone curious enough to ask—when he realised that he’d found the one that he needed to stay with, no matter the cost. He was utterly, wholeheartedly, stupidly in love with you, and your dumb and very unanticipated antics.
After propping him up from stumbling, you changed tact, slowing the two of you gradually, and moving your arms to rest neatly at his neck.
This he responded much better to, instinctively nestling his hands on the small of your back, and inclining his tall frame into yours.
“Hello,” you coyly greeted, his face a lot closer now, beautifully sculpted, his eyes glittering like the night skies’ ocean delicately embroidered with moonlight.
“Hi,” he replied, quickly catching the rhythm, and swaying gently with you to the song as it began to pick up once again.
“You look so handsome tonight,” you breathed, “you know that?”
It wasn’t possible for his smile to be any wider. “Thank you, but the real question is if you know that you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”
His heart swelled as his comment warranted another laugh. Mellow and sweet, it was the only thing he wanted to hear every day.
“I think I’m on my way to believing you.”
“Good,” he nodded, leaning in ever-so-slightly closer, so that you could just feel his breath on your lips. “Because it’s the truth, and I can’t lie to you.”
“Min, you’re so cheesy tonight, what has gotten into you?” you asked, fingers reaching up to gently brush his wind-caressed hair.
“I think I caught it from some crazy girl, did you see her?” he paused, barely keeping his breath steady, eyes brimming with light, creasing at the sides, while he tried to contain himself. “Prettiest girl I ever saw! She was dancing around this very room—you couldn’t miss her.”
You gave in.
His lips were too inviting, his voice too delectable, his warmth beckoning you to let him surround you, immerse you, flood your heart with that rich, raw emotion that you were certain only he could give you.
Lips meeting, he’d gotten what he was after, but you didn’t care. All you knew, and all you wanted to know, was that he was there, in your arms, hearts matched in the sway of a song that quietened the rest of the world around you.
You had the man you loved at last.
And, at least for now, he was all yours.
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AN: I know I said I was working on a Yuta one—he’s comin’ I promise! Just, I had this idea and wanted to write it really quick
Also, I feel when I read this back tomorrow I’m going to find it so painful but for now, I’m just happy I wrote something lmao
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(edited 22/01/2020)
Edit: this is actually one of my favourite pieces, if I’m honest. Proud writer hehe
