Help, I’m too soft for mingi rn, I might combust🥺🥺🥺
[ 5:32 PM ]
It was a rather long day with your feet dragging across the pavement to get to your doorstep, muscles aching as you bare to twist the key into the lock. You just hoped for some sort of miracle to put you out of your misery, perhaps a fluffy bed to face plant against.
You swore you could’ve mistaken that tall dark figure in your unlit living room for a random pillar. It wasn’t uncommon to have Mingi randomly show up to your apartment once in a while.
“You should’ve called me, Mingi” You weakly chuckled, throwing your bag and keys onto the small table beside you by the door.
“I wanted to surprise you” You could almost melt in his arms the moment he wrapped them around you, rubbing your back in comfort as you close your eyes with your head rested against his chest.
“You come here every day,” Every day may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it certainly felt that way “, how is it any more of a surprise?”.
“Can’t I just say I wanted to see you?” Now you were ready to melt with his lips pressed against the top of your head, rocking you back and forth gently.
“Don’t you get tired of seeing me... tired all the time?” Your eyes were droopy, just open enough to barely see him sheepishly smile down at you.
“If we’re being honest, seeing you tired makes me tired so now I want to nap”
“I want to nap too,” Your legs were like jelly, you would’ve collapsed onto the floor into a deep sleep if it wasn’t for Mingi holding you up “, right here”.
“The couch is right there, love”
You groaned, letting your head fall back as your eyes shut close with no possibility of opening again. Until you felt your feet being lifted off the ground.
It felt like the world was off your shoulders the moment Mingi planted you onto the couch, pushing his body between your legs before snaking his arms around your waist. The ball of red fluff lies against your chest, tickling your stomach with his heavy breathing as you run a hand through his red fluffy hair.
“Are you comfortable?” It was such an effort to speak right about now, eyes flickering shut once again as your legs wrap around his torso.
“Anything is comfortable when you’re tired” Mingi groaned against your stomach, sending vibrations down below as you subtly squirmed from the ticklish feeling.
“I need to make dinner soon...”
“Forget about dinner, just order in...”
“Save the money...”
“Doesn’t matter... we’re hungry...”
You don’t even remember if you had muttered another response to Mingi before letting your hand fall from Mingi’s head, eyes shutting close as you slip out of consciousness into a heavy sleep.
