#mingi timestamp

[mingtinys]

[11:45 p.m.]

pairing : song mingi x gn!reader

fluff , humor , comfort fic

warnings : thunderstorms

word count : 0.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : i am not the least bit ashamed to admit this was slightly inspired by that one ouran host club episode. it is my comfort episode. sue me.

Typically, you're one to enjoy a good Summer storm. You're rather fond of the cozy peace they bring. Especially late at night, when the heavy rain starts to sound like static and lulls you into a deep sleep. Interrupted only by soft rolls of thunder and the occasional blue flickers of lightning.

But the one tonight is far too aggressive for your taste.

The rain is deafening as it continues its onslaught against your poor window. And each startling crash of lightning precedes an even louder boom that shakes the room. Rattling picture frames that hang delicately on the walls.

You won't be sleeping tonight. That's for sure.

Anxiety wraps its nimble fingers around your heart and squeezes with each subsequent lighting strike. Digging its claws deeper and deeper until you can't take it anymore.

Your comforter is quickly tossed to the side, skin exposed to the chilly night air in your desperate escape. You tiptoe your way to the living room, searching for the giant scaredy-cat you know is likely up calming his own nerves.

And sure enough, there he is.

Cuddled up on the couch with the fuzziest blanket he owns draped over his shoulders. He's mindlessly acrolling through his phone with his headphones on at full volume. You can just barely make out the faint song playing through them.

You creep up slowly so as not to spook him, though it doesn't do much good. Mingi still flinches as soon as your shadow casts across the room with yet another flash from outside. Whipping his head around so fast you're surprised he doesn't get whiplash. But he quickly recovers, laughing at himself once he realizes it's just you.

He slips off his headphones and lets them hang from around his neck. "Storm keeping you up?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you liked storms," he frowns.

"I do, this one's just a little..."

Mingi hums. "I get it. Come, sit." He pats the open spot beside him and you sit. His arm wraps around your shoulder, enveloping you into his blanket cocoon and pulling you in until you're smooshed against his side.

"Did the storm spook you too?" You ask, resting your head on the junction of his neck.

"Pfft, no, I like being awake–"

A giant crack of lightning strikes the pavement outside a little too close for comfort and startles the both of you. Mingi even lets loose a sharp string of curses. It makes you giggle, which unwinds the knot in your stomach just enough to tease your boyfriend.

"You were saying?"

But then the power flickers as the wind picks up and you're eating your words. Tensing at the near-instant karma for teasing Mingi. The wind is the worst part, in your opinion.  You hate how it howls and bellows as it whips around the corners of your home. It echoes through your head, sending you into a spiral of anxiety. Heart racing so fast you can feel its pulse in every limb.

Until suddenly, it all stops. Muted by calming tunes blasting through the headphones placed over your ears.

You glance up at Mingi, pulling one side back. "Are you sure you don't need them?"

"No, I'll be okay. Besides, I'm your big strong boyfriend, it's my job to take care of you." Mingi puffs his chest, looking rather proud of his heroic act.

"You're such a dork."

He just smiles and shakes his head at your comment. Then taps through his playlist to find music he knows you like. "Just try to get some sleep," he says as he readjusts the headphones and presses a long kiss to your temple.

To his credit, the headphones do a wonderful job of blocking out the storm. You wouldn't even know it was still ongoing if it weren't for the way Mingi jumps up every so often. Completely defenseless against the rampage outside now that you've taken his only protection. And even though each time you look at him, he reassures you with a tight smile, you know he's dying a little on the inside with each boom of thunder.

So, eventually, you coax him to lie down and tuck his head to your chest, holding him with your arm pressed over his ear. He hums when your fingers slowly toy with his hair, the vibration of it tickling your skin. Within seconds, he's fully melted into you. The both of you slipping into a slumber with the storm now nothing but background noise.

taglist: @dontwannaexsist

[thewonandonly]

14:54 — are you sick of me? would you like to be? i'm trying to tell you something, something that I already said | lover's rock by tv girl

your coworker sat beside you, scrolling through his phone, watching you from the corner of his eye. mingi thought you were so pretty, but he didn't approach you due to the fear of being rejected.

he often found himself wandering off from his work to talk and hang out with you, taking on extra tasks to walk over to your area of the workplace, admiring you as you were working, even taking his break around the same time you did just to talk with you. he couldn't help himself.

"look at this video." you chuckled, turning your phone around to show him the most random videos off your youtube shorts or tiktok for you page. he thought it was cute how you had to fill the silence.

mingi noticed you were doing the same things he was; drawing random things on his hand, building off his riffs while chatting (which caused him to laugh a little too hard), wearing his coats at the end of the night, even wandering from your own work area to greet him at his own.

mingi cleared his throat, looking at you through his eyelashes, "do you wanna go out sometime?"

he saw you freeze, and he was sure you'd ignore him, but you smiled, looking at him softly, "yeah." you whispered gently, directing your smile to him.

he felt his stomach crawl with butterflies, and smiled himself. you both shared contact information and sent silly photos back and forth to confirm your identities to one another before you both started planning the date together.

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[kwanisms]

[00:12], Mingi, requested by @yoonguurt

╰┈➤ M20 "sit on my face" & M29 "you're mine"

summary: your boyfriend wants to try something new

wc: 446

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), sexual content: face sitting, oral (f receiving), slight exhibition kink on Mingi's part lol

a/n: “ole Mingo” ffs Sky lmao anyway, here’s your face sitting Mingo timestamp. Hope you like it

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You could have sworn he could hear the pounding of your heart as you processed your boyfriend's words. Your cheeks were a bright red as you stared at him, hoping he hadn't just said what you thought he just said as he hovered over you.

"W-what?" you stammered. Mingi leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. "I said," he murmured. "I want you to sit on my face," he finally repeated pulling away from you. Amused at the deep shade of red your face took on.

"Mingi," you started to protest but he wasn't hearing any of it. He took the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your thighs, leaving your skirt on. "What if I smother you?" you managed to squeak as he tossed the material aside.

Mingi took your hand in his and pulled you up into a sitting position, a smirk on his face. "I think I'll manage," he said as he laid back on the mattress of your shared bed. "Come on, baby," he said as he pulled you onto his lap, your exposed core brushing against the denim of his jeans.

You let out a small gasp at the contact but Mingi wasn't satisfied. "Please, Y/N. I want to taste you," he said, pulling your hand and leading you up, scooting down so his head was right underneath you. You cautiously held your skirt up, peering down at him. "Are you sure about this?" you asked.

Mingi nodded, his hands caressing your thighs as he guided you down. "I'm absolutely sure" he said, his breath fanning over your sex. You shivered, your eyes fluttering shut before he pulled you down on his waiting tongue.

A soft whimper left your lips and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand as your boyfriend's tongue worked expertly against your clit. Muffled moans left your lips. Disappointed you weren't making as much sound as usual, Mingi pushed you up slightly so he could speak.

"Don't cover your mouth baby. Let me hear you," he breathed. You looked down, locking eyes with him. "The neighbors might hear," you whispered. Mingi shrugged and smiled up at you. "Let them hear how good I make you feel. I want everyone to know who you belong to," he said before pulling you back down on his tongue, a loud moan escaping you.

Needless to say, your neighbors left you a strongly worded note the next morning and you hit Mingi's chest playfully, cheeks tinged pink. "I told you!" you hissed as he wrapped his arms around you. "I told you," he murmured, pressing his lips against your shoulder. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

[hongism]

9:42 pm - s. mingi

↣ pairing: mingi x gn!reader ↣ genre: fluff ↣ wc: 1.0k ↣ for anonymous: situation 8 + sentence 4 with mingi please and thank you <3 ↣ warnings: none

the bag hanging from your shoulder is beginning to press a bit too deeply into your skin, leaving an angry red mark in your flesh even through the protection of your shirt. working for six hours without end on a hellish shift at the same restaurant you’ve been at for three years.

three years of the same brand of hell all for some minimum wage pay that keeps you alive and going just fine. normally, you at least get a break through your shift, some time off your feet and not moving around without rest, but today was a different case. your coworker called out sick at the last minute, your manager couldn’t get anyone to cover her shift, and you were abandoned to work the floor on your own for the whole of those six long hours. your feet hurt something awful thanks to all that rushing around and the walk home to your apartment, but honestly that all takes a backseat to what you know is waiting for you there.

home.

aka the dingy and small apartment with windows that are in desperate need of a deep clean. decently sized, enough to house two people and a fat orange cat comfortably at least, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“hey, i’m home,” you say as you push into your home.

“hi angel.”

you have to crane your neck just a hair to greet the person waiting inside, a smile already on your lips before your gaze even settles on mingi’s face, but that’s perfectly fine. just hearing his voice is more than enough for you.

“how was work?”

“busy. long. painful. think i’m gonna need to ice my feet for two weeks to recover,” you huff, stepping out of your sneakers and leaving them beside the door as you close it behind you. mingi gives a cute and crooked smile. he takes the bag off your shoulders without a word, and the sudden lift of pressure on your body draws a relieved sigh from your lips. you rub blindly at the spot where the strap was cruelly digging into your skin.

“say the word and it’s yours, y/n,” mingi says after placing your bag on the simple set of hooks he put up not too long ago. a little side project he thought would be good for both of you. and carl, of course, because one of his favorite cat toys hangs down from one of the hooks for the cat to play with when mingi isn’t entertaining him.

“a cup of coffee would be nice.” it’s late, probably too late for coffee of all things, but you pride yourself on the ability to not get strung out on caffeine even if you have it late in the day. if anything, it’ll just make you more drowsy and you’ll be curled up in bed with mingi within an hour.

“i’ll make you some while you change?” mingi offers. he’s already midway to the kitchen, drifting away from you with the same calm smile from before. you often joke about how much of a domestic housewife he is, especially when he does things like this for you, but on days like these? where you don’t know if you can take even a few more steps to the bedroom? you welcome every compassionate gesture and offer for help. that’s what is on your mind as you make your way to the bedroom; mingi’s endless compassion and genuine interest in helping you after long days like these. it’s something that eats away at the edge of your thoughts still — are you being too much, is he sure he wants to help, do you do enough in return, does he wish you did more for him, all those unending questions that you find yourself asking on bad days.

you give a shaky exhale to the room before you, catching movement in the corner of your vision as carl comes to greet you too.

“he’s too good for this world, carl.”

“talking to the cat again?”

“hm?” you startle a little at the sound of mingi’s sudden intrusion, midway through stripping your shirt off when he appears in the doorway. “you don’t fool me, min, i overhear you talking to carl every morning.”

“hey, i ask if he’s hungry! that’s different than gossiping about me to our cat.” mingi pushes his lip out and pouts a little. that damn pout gets you every time. “coffee’s on the counter.”

“thank you, baby.” you step a bit closer to him, taking his hand between your palms and tracing over his soft cheeks with a gentle smile painting your lips. you thumb over his pout without saying anything for a couple seconds. it’s a moment of peace and tranquility for the both of you. time to just stand and admire each other, speaking a silent language between each other and drinking in the intoxicating presence of the other’s form. “cute,” you exhale at last.

mingi twists enough to kiss the side of your hand, then reaches up to tangle his fingers through yours.

“wanna take a bath together after your coffee?”

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” you laugh under your breath. “i’ll drink my coffee in the bath. let me go get it going. you’ve done more than enough for me already, baby.”

“you know i always wanna do more, angel. but i’ll go talk to carl behind your back while you’re doing that!” mingi pulls back and points a long finger at your face, though his tone is hardly serious in the slightest and you can’t help but to smile at his words.

“i love you,” you singsong over your shoulder as you head off to the bathroom.

“i love you too, angel. and carl. even if you two talk about me behind my back.”

[shineoko]

21:27

Almost nine thirty on a summer afternoon and you find that the sun hasn't set yet meaning that you and boyfriend!Mingi can stroll along the urban streets of Seoul for a little longer to kill time . Passing shop after shop eventually reaching your apartment to sip on a glass of red wine and play a sweet tune on an antique radio while looking at the sunset and the people below walking like you and Mingi once were , in the urban streets of Seoul,holding hands for warmth in the already warm atmosphere.

A little timestamp because I'm bored and too lazy to make it longer but I promise I'll improve it ;)

[santastic]

[5:48 AM]

"mink," you groan, rolling over and stretching your arms above your head as you feel the night's sleepy haze already beginning to wear off.

curse your responsible brain for consistently waking you up at the crack of dawn, even on weekends. you want nothing more than to experience a single night of deep sleep that carries through until late morning, or even early afternoon, but alas, you lay awake in bed.

not only are you upset about the time, you're also practically cooking beneath the sheets from the heat of a random unnecessarily hot day. isn't summer technically over now?

mingi doesn't respond verbally, still fast asleep like a normal person, but he does try to turn you back to face him and you have to pull out the expert dodging moves to prevent it. you fear his cuddles will be far too warm.

you stare up at the ceiling, totally not vibing right now. it feels much too early to be fully conscious again, and you'd be quite happy to knock out right this second, but the situation is Not Ideal™.

the light that peaks through the blinds is pale blue and slowly growing brighter, signifying that it's probably only around 6am. you sigh quietly and rub your eyes.

as a desperate attempt to return to your peaceful dream world, you roll back over and snuggle up against mingi's chest, opting to yeet the blankets off your legs to balance the temperature. he seems content now that you're close to him again, and you press a kiss to his cheek as you close your eyes.

you're not sure if he's half asleep or actually awake now, but he reaches a hand up to pet your head comfortingly and whispers unintelligible words in his deep, gravelly morning voice.

the warmth of his body against yours is admittedly not as enjoyable as it would usually be, but you find yourself curling further into his embrace anyway.

somehow, almost magically, the sound of mingi's heartbeat and gentle whispers is soothing enough to lull you back to a deep sleep full of sweet dreams again.

you suppose a soulmate can help you with anything.

[vocalyunho]

[00:26]

“go faster, baby”, Mingi breathed against your ear. The armchair under your bodies moved frantically and Mingi’s grip on your love handles tightened, in an attempt to push you further down on him. Your walls spasmed from the sweet abuse of your hole and the slapping sound of your thighs meeting his, got accompanied by a loud cry that made Mingi chuckle under you. “you said you wanted it deep, that’s what you’re getting”

[chaseatinydream]

[1:07PM] Grumbling, you slide into your usual seat at the library and run your fingers through your hair in frustration. It makes you more and more annoyed, that with every day that passes, you know your soulmate is somewhere, out there, just waiting for fate to one day let you cross paths.

When will you finally meet him?

Recently, your sleep schedules haven’t even been coinciding much, he’s been studying tirelessly for his upcoming examinations and you don’t want to bother him, you know he’s tired. But there are days that you just long to see him, just want to be wrapped in his embrace and held against his chest, even if it’s just a dream.

You unpack your stationery case and slump over on the table, dragging your hands over your cheeks. You’re in no mood to do any revision now, so you might as well take a short nap before starting your work.

Your eyes slip shut.

You doze off in comfortable silence for a while, mind at ease and resting, you vaguely hear someone slide out the chair next to yours at the edge of your consciousness and frown as the sound grates on your ears. But right before your eyes can flicker open, the darkness behind your shut eyelids blossom into light once more.

Excitement and joy wells in you as you realise what this means. To your surprise, this time you’re in the library, the library your actual body is in. Frowning, you sit up and turn around, glancing around you, it’s the same shelves, the same tables, even the same students... everything is real down to the very titles of the books on the shelves.

“Hey.”

Whirling around, you see him sitting opposite you, a warm smile on his face as he looks at you. There are dark circles under his eyes and his hair is windswept, but his smile, though tired, is still the most beautiful you’ve seen.

You forget your confusion and wrap your arms around him before he can say another word, merely holding him tight and burying your face in his neck as you savor his warmth. He chuckles, “someone’s missed me”, one hand coming up to stroke your hair and you nod earnestly.

“Of course I did.” Your words are muffled against his skin, and maybe it’s because you miss him so much, you can actually feel his warmth through the soft fabric of his hoodie, feel the ends of his hair tickling your face... it’s like a dream come true.

Like a dream come true...

Your mouth falls open and with a gasp from your lips, your eyes fly open.

The muted sight of the exact same library in your dreams swim into focus before you, but that’s not the first thing you notice. Instead, you feel arms, long and warm, strange yet familiar, distinctively masculine ones, wrapped around you.

And your face is in his neck.

You scream in shock and shove him away from you, heart pounding in your chest; the boy’s chair goes skidding backwards and topples over with an almighty crash, the occupant of the seat falling to the ground in a tangle of sleepy limbs and papers. A loud yelp leaves his lips and you rush to his side, panicking at the mess you’ve made.

Fire erupts across your cheeks as you take in the sight before you,

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was all over you and I swear I wasn’t dreaming about anything inappropriate, I just-” You babble unintelligibly, reaching to help him out. The tall, hooded boy shakes his head as he takes your hand. “Nah, don’t worry about it, I’m fine-”

Then all the air rushes from your lungs as the hood falls from his face.

And then you’re looking upon the face you’ve seen a million times and not once in your life, eyes hungrily devouring his features. The world has become hyper real to the senses, every inch of his skin and the deep brown shade of his eyes burned into your memory, replacing the trivial little recollections you have of him - because now, you’ve seen him in the flesh.

His mouth curves up in the gummy smile you know so well as his name tumbles from your lips like a dream long forgotten.

“Mingi.”