Can you please write OC supporting Mingyu while promoting for this comeback, like taking care of him when he returns from a schedule or something?
i dissociated into this embarrassingly fast and it was hard to pull away. But alas i had to before i started bawling bc i have no mingyu to dote on
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to have someone:
There's little that Mingyu wants to do when he comes home after work during comeback season. He's showered, eaten, and laid in your shared bed within the hour, wanting nothing more than to shut his brain off for the day.
It's uncharacteristically silent on these periodic days, chilling at times when the house feels so stagnant without his constant presence. But you take the opportunity to dote on him, knowing he won't have the energy to insist to do the same.
It's another tiring day for him, crossing the threshold into your home and chucking off his shoes.
He brings it in himself to yell out "I'm home!" to wherever you were in the house.
Perking up at the sound you come round to the front door to find he had already infiltrated the bathroom. Taking it upon yourself to reheat his food so he wouldn't have to make any more unnecessary muscle movements; something as minor as having to go round the counter to grab a spoon has sometimes left you in shambles. You don't doubt the same for him.
Once he's fed and watered, you're leaving the dishes for later, wanting more to put Mingyu in bed before he faceplants into his plate.
He's all comfortable, tucked in your side, and you can almost feel his muscles slowly relax as his breathing evens out. Even as he sleeps your fingers don't leave his hair, your lips don't leave the skin of his forehead, his closed eyes, his worn cheeks, and into his drying hair.
Mingyu doesn't feel isolated in his sleep, because when he wakes up rejuvenated, there are marks of your fingers on his shoulders and back, marks on his temple. Light pressures, just enough to not wake him up, and just enough to rub out the knots built in his body. Tension that even in sleep, you need to force out.
Mingyu wakes up to his clothes steamed and laid out for him. His toothpaste and towels replaced, his phone charged and his alarms turned off, so he can wake up to your kisses and nudges as you rear him up for another day.
He risks tardy calls to allow himself to indulge in you, conscious this time. To appreciate having you wake up beside him despite sleepy pecks filled with morning breath and love.
hi i have a request maybe svt + taking care of sick s/o ( any member you want I honestly love reading your work so I’m just here with random requests:] )
hi! thank you for the request. i’m so soft for seventeen these days😭 i hope you enjoy these 🤍 (all 13 members for you, nonnie!)
seungcheol: he showed up in the middle of the night after you texted him bc your ringer is different from everyone else’s and set at a louder volume: “i didn’t mean right now.” “you sent me a list of all your symptoms and expected me to stay home?” brought throat coat and the cardigan you always steal from his closet. ignores your protests and gets into bed with you, coaxing you to his chest. you’re absolutely freezing, teeth chattering, and he rubs your back until the two of you fall asleep. stays the next day for as long as he can, and texts periodically for updates. will ask what you’d like him to bring over that evening
jeonghan: draws you a bath and hangs out in the bathroom, watching you relax. helps you wash your face when you start to get tired. warms a towel in the dryer to wrap you up in once the water has cooled, and you’re ready for a nap. dotes. all the doting. is proud of himself for finding a sweatshirt with his face on it for you to wear. goes to the grocery store while you rest
joshua: his boyfriend energy was made for this. his presence alone could heal, but he takes it to the next level with his dedication and the love radiating through every caring action. makes your balcony super cozy with fairy lights and soft blankets so you can breathe the fresh air and have a break from your stuffy bedroom. is the first person in your life to ever apply Vicks on your chest. carries you to the bathroom after you had a fainting spell and is terrified to leave you alone after that. literally won’t leave until your friend arrives, taking over during his schedule. worries about you the entire time he’s away. has to be calmed down by his members
jun: cooks the tastiest, most comforting bowl of rice porridge you’ve ever had. that alone is enough for you, but he brought over some fun card games if you feel up to playing. talks to you until you fall asleep with your head in his lap. moves so carefully when he has to leave for a schedule, not wanting to disturb you. you hadn’t slept the night before, and he was waiting for you to finally drift away. looks at you adoringly before sneaking out
soonyoung: lasts about an hour or two before he’s sneezing too… but when he stays in good health, expect him to stick to you like velcro. if he’s out of the country, so many facetime calls. convinces a staff member to facetime with you and show rehearsals. orders food to your apartment and reminds you to drink water. texts throughout the day for temperature checks. is amazing at being present despite the distance and making you feel lovedlovedloved
wonwoo: probably moves in with you for a week and reads in the other room once he’s off work for the night until you come in, with a blanket cape and a searing headache. takes a break for cuddles
jihoon: he feels bad for being so busy and afraid of getting sick, but still takes it upon himself to put together a little tote bag like a sick partner starter pack but better. soonyoung threw in a tiny tiger plushy much to his dismay, but he knows it’ll make you smile, so it’s left untouched. let’s himself in at the crack of dawn to drop it off. writes a sweet note and leaves it on the counter
seokmin: he hates that you’re sick but loves being able to take care of you. is very maternal in his ways. probably has a reminder set for your medicine and gets you up and moving every few hours. has a party in the kitchen making soup. might sing a little too loudly before remembering you still have a slight headache. his kisses nearly make everything better
mingyu: there’s nothing cute about being stuck in the bathroom, throwing up, and only finding bouts of relief when you rest your cheek on the cool tile. but he’s not grossed out or worried about getting sick. probably brings a book into the bathroom and reads to you or sets up a drama on his laptop. always keeps your hair out of the toilet bowl
minghao: takes you to the doctor’s office and the pharmacy afterwards. imagine him watching you at every stop light and continuously checking in throughout the car ride: “are you comfortable? i can adjust the seat for you. is it too hot? are you cold again? i have a jacket in the ba-”. “watch the road, hao. i’m comfy.” reminds you to move slowly, and holds your waist while you walk together. offers quiet encouragement and temple kisses. you’re a champ
seungkwan: he’ll pamper the hell out of you. brings extra pillows to the couch if that’ll make you more comfortable. bought a lavender and chamomile scented candle bc it’s a relaxing combination. does your laundry and loads the dishwasher. hangs out in the living room with you, but wears a mask bc he cannot afford to get sick “i’ll love you from the other side of the couch, sweetheart”
hansol: definitely brings you soup from his favorite hole-in-the-wall place and a new box of kleenex that are supposed to be the softest ones. you probably fall asleep with your head on his chest. empty bowl on the coffee table
chan: calls his mom and asks her so many questions. writes down her golden advice on the back of a random receipt in your kitchen. “i’ve got this. your recovery is safe in my hands.” his confidence is endearing, and you’re just happy to have him around. watching him revisit the receipt throughout the day, repeating her words to himself as he prepares a remedy or meal, is adorable and makes your heart swell
i want to be dilf gyus golf caddy so he can fuck me after his game with all the big boss people from work
YES
imagine you just following them through the door, meant to be working but all you can do is watch him. the way he interacts with his colleagues and the way his body moves as he plays it would be impossible not to watch him.
he would be doing the exact same thing to you, he would meet your eyes every time he could feel you watching and would flash you his signature grin before turning back to his friends. he would be keeping a close eye on the way their eyes would be all over you, the short skirt you're wearing had everyone drooling over you, which mingyu wouldn't like at all.
which is why you ended up pushed up against the wall in the closest bathroom stall as soon as the group had finished the game, your legs wrapped tightly around his gorgeous body as the rapidly fucked into you, "did you see the way they were drooling over you, baby? good thing I'm the only one who gets to have you like this, huh?" the smirk on his face growing wider when you clench around him.
"you're coming back to my place tonight, love" he says as he stills himself inside of you, a small whine falling from your lips when he does, "no whining, gonna fuck you all night long until you cant think about anyone else but me"
⇢ Synopsis: After searching what feels like all of Korea looking for his soulmate - guided by the words marked into his skin that will help him identify you - Mingyu heads to New York to try his luck there. He’s so caught up in the grandeur of the city that he almost forgets his mission, and by the time he notices his mistake, you’re in a bus, being carried away from him faster than the poor man can follow.
⇢ Pairing: Mingyu x fem!reader
⇢ Genre: Soulmate Fluff/shenanigans
⇢ Warnings: none
⇢ Word Count: 1.9k
⇢ Tropes/AU’s: non idol au, soulmate au, New York at Christmas Aesthetic. Chwe siblings :)
“Excuse me.” Mingyu says gently, stepping by you as he exits the bus.
The day is grey, and very New York, but Mingyu doesn’t mind. He’s infatuated with the city and what it might offer him- so much so, that he almost misses it when you say; “Vernon, I just don’t see the point.”
It takes a moment for Mingyu to process your words, and he stops abruptly on the curb. He looks down at his arm, which is covered by the sleeve of a black, duster jacket that’s been keeping him warm on his long search for love.
He’d definitely heard you correctly, and it’s a shock to finally be hearing the words that had shown up on his arm at age 16 to signify that out there, somewhere, was his soulmate.
Mingyu is frozen, skin tingling- is this the moment? It can’t possibly be-
He turns, opening his mouth, ready to chase after you and introduce himself- but the doors to the bus close and it pulls away from the curb, sending slushy, brown, city water water sloshing onto Mingyu’s shoes.
Panic sets, deep, and ice cold in Mingyu’s chest.
He stands, staring at the busy New York street for a few seconds, before energy surges through him.
He can’t let you slip away that easily- you’re his soulmate for Christ’s sake!
He’s been trying to find you for years- he’d even made friends with as many people named Vernon as possible- which had been extremely difficult in Seoul.
After being friends with his favourite Vernon for multiple years, Mingyu had finally decided to spend Christmas with the American in his family flat, hoping maybe it would be as simple as: his soulmate is in New York, not Seoul.
Mingyu has been in the city for two weeks, and he’s become so enraptured with the 'The Big Apple’- the lights, the smells (positive or otherwise), that he’d almost forgotten to keep his ears open-
And now you’re on a bus, being carried away from him- and Mingyu wants to die.
The tall Korean takes off, muttering “excuse me” as he weaves through the many New Yorkers that crowd the busy sidewalk. His eyes dart between the path he must follow, and your bus, which has come to a stop at a red light.
Mingyu makes up for his lost time, and as soon as the light turns green, he (and the bus) continue moving forward.
He’s not from New York, and he has no clue how long he’s going to have to follow your bus- he’s fairly sure it will only be a few blocks- but he has to get to the next stop first, so he can get back on the bus, or see if you’ll get off-
There’s so much room for mistakes, and Mingyu’s heart lurches drastically in his chest. He swallows thickly, his pace quickening as he narrowly avoids falling over an overflowing garbage can.
Then he sees it, the next bus stop, and suddenly he’s running.
People make way for the tall, beautiful man, as he bolts down the sidewalk. It’s clear to everyone: he’s on a mission.
The bus opens its doors, and a few people exit, but not you, and now Mingyu is running even faster-
His foot catches on a crack in the sidewalk, and if it weren’t for a well placed telephone pole, Mingyu would have face planted. Instead, he latches onto the sturdy beam, steadying himself, breath coming out in anxious puffs while pain sears through his toe- he also notices his phone has flown out of his pocket during the half fall, and is now on the dirty sidewalk, screen ruined-
Mingyu grabs his phone, checking it quickly, but the screen remains cracked and black, dead.
He looks up, ready to close the short distance between him and the bus, phone be damned- but once again, it’s pulling away from the curb… and Mingyu doesn’t think he can run anymore.
One step forward proves he’s correct, his foot flaring with red, hot pain.
He wonders momentarily if he’s broken a toe, but doesn’t dwell on it for long, eyes following the bus that carries you, his soulmate, farther and farther away from him, deeper into a city he’s not familiar with, a city where he has little hope of ever running into you again.
And his phone is dead, which means he can’t call Vernon- he can’t look up his location- Mingyu’s heart jumps to his throat with a realization: he can wave down a cab! He can still chase your bus!
But when he looks out at the sea of cars, eyes narrowing in on the boxes on top of select vehicles, he sees that most cabs have their lights off, indicating (as Vernon had taught him) that they’re occupied.
Mingyu stands there, on the slushy curb, with his broken phone clutched between cold fingers, and he attempts to hail a cab.
It’s five minutes before a yellow car pulls up next to him, and by then, Mingyu knows it’s too late to follow your bus. Carefully getting into the backseat of the taxi, Mingyu finds it hard to contain his disappointment, any plan he’d had for the day is gone, and he just wants to go home and mope.
Mingyu gives the address of Vernon’s family apartment, and effectively gives up on ever finding love.
Mingyu enters the warm apartment, and his hand immediately finds his scarf, roughly tearing it away from his clammy skin. He takes off his jacket next, hanging it on the hook by the front door.
He inhales his first deep breath, and the warm air of the apartment is tinged with the smell of sugar cookies. Mingyu diligently follows his nose to the kitchen, where Vernon is standing with his sister, decorating the little Christmas shaped treats.
“How was the mall?” Vernon asks when Mingyu enters, setting down a small tub of edible glitter that he’d been liberally applying to his cookie.
“I didn’t get there,” Mingyu sighs, taking a seat at the kitchen table where he can watch the siblings decorate together.
“Really?” Vernon’s brows furrow, and his sister hands him a piping bag. The New Yorker’s attention is easily divided between his new task and his friend, and he prompts further; “What happened?”
“I found my soulmate.”
“What!?” Vernon drops his piping bag, and his little sister is quick to pick it up, continuing the work in a respectful silence. “And!?”
“And she got on the bus as I got off- and by the time I heard her say the words-” Mingyu rolls up the sleeve of his black turtleneck, exposing the soulmate mark to the room, “it was too late. I tried to chase the bus- but I tripped, nearly ran into a pole, I think I broke a toe, and I definitely ruined my phone.”
Vernon stays quiet for a moment, and Mingyu doesn’t miss the way Sofia, Vernon’s sister, sneaks a glance at him.
There’s pity in their eyes.
Everyone close to Mingyu knows how long he’s been searching for his other half- and to have come this close, only for you to slip away-
“Wait-” Vernon cocks his head, eyes landing on Mingyu’s forearm, “she said those exact words?”
“Of course she did.” Mingyu laughs, getting frustrated- because that’s the entire point of the mark- to help identify your soulmate based on the first thing you ever hear them say.
“But did she say them to someone she was with? There was a Vernon with her? We’re completely sure I’m not the Vernon who’s name is written on your arm?”
Mingyu freezes for the second time today, and then cocks his head, mirroring his friend’s earlier motion of contemplation. “No, she said it to someone on the phone.”
The two men stare at each other silently, and Mingyu holds his breath, waiting for his friend to speak.
But it’s not Vernon who talks first, oddly enough, it’s Sofia.
“Vernon?” She tugs on the sleeve of her brother’s tie dye hoodie. “Didn’t- didn’t Y/N say there was no point in her coming over tonight when you called her earlier?”
“Who’s Y/N?” Mingyu asks quickly.
“Our cousin-” Vernon’s brows are deeply furrowed now. “I mentioned to you that our cousin might come over to watch a Christmas movie tonight-”
“And she said, ‘Vernon, I just don’t see the point’ when you suggested she come over to meet Mingyu, didn’t she?” Sofia prompts- there’d been a lot going on when they’d called you, and neither of the Chwe siblings had made the connection until now.
“Yeah- because her soulmate mark-” Vernon looks at Mingyu with a sudden intensity, “did you say anything to her?”
“I don’t know- I think-” Mingyu searches his memory, but everything had happened so fast- “I think I said ‘Excuse me’ because I was exiting the bus-”
Sofia and Vernon both visibly let out a breath, and Mingyu’s skin tingles with anticipation. “Is that what her mark says?” he asks, voice rising with excitement. “Her mark says ‘excuse me’?”
The two siblings exchange a look, and it’s Sofia who nods.
“So-” Mingyu can’t believe what he’s hearing, “So your cousin-”
“Might be your soulmate,” Vernon finishes for his friend.
Another shocked silence, and then Vernon pulls out his phone. “I’ll call her back and tell her she has to come for Christmas movies.”
“Are you going to tell her we know her soulmate?” Sofia asks in a small voice.
Vernon looks up at Mingyu, and it’s clear that the decision is up to him. Mingyu swallows thickly- he’s so close- he can almost taste it- but what if- what if you’re not his soulmate? What if-
“Just- invite her again?” Mingyu suggests, feeling detected at the sudden anxiety that’s raining on his ‘I maybe just found my soulmate’ parade.
Sofia nods. “I’ll call her,” she tells Mingyu. “I’ll make sure Y/N comes.”
Mingyu feels like a crazy person, and his eyes keep shifting to the clock above the fireplace, ticking down the minutes until seven, when you’re due to arrive.
“Are you okay?” Vernon asks while he makes popcorn.
Mingyu shakes his head, unwilling to elaborate, but the reasons for his anxiety are clear. And it’s clear to both Chwe siblings that the only fix for this is your arrival.
There’s a knock on the door, five minutes early, and Mingyu’s heart leaps in his throat. He takes a step towards the entryway, only to remember, he’s not in his own apartment, and he doesn’t know you, so for him to open the door-
Vernon is the person who finally lets you into his part time family home, and Mingyu thinks he’s going to go into cardiac arrest if his heart continues to lurch this way and that- because it’s you. The girl from the bus. And any uncertainty he’d had about you, goes flying out the window.
Now that he can get a good look at you, instead of just a passing glimpse as two strangers brushed by each other on a crowded street, he falls in love with your features on the spot.
You’re gorgeous-
You’re his.
When you look up at him, Mingyu can see a similar sense of recognition in your eyes. He licks his lips, taking a deep breath-
First, he’ll introduce himself, and then, he’ll sit down with you, and show you his soulmate mark. Whatever comes after- Mingyu can’t plan for, but something deep in his chest tells him, it’s going to work out.
(as part of the January 2022 Patreon Roll Out, this fic was given a 500 word bonus content extension HC detailing the future for soulmate!Mingyu x reader, access this exclusive content by subscribing to my svt tier :)
Happy Holidays everyone! Regardless of if/how you’re celebrating this year, I hope you know you’re loved :)
I was going to post this short fic on January 1st with the roll out of other new things, but i figured, what the heck, it’s Christmas, and not everyone is lucky enough to be able to spend the holiday happily, so the least i can do is give a lil something to maybe bring some smiles :)
Another year on tumblr, thank you so much ya’ll, keep smoking that good kpop crack and i’ll see you in 2022 :)
Seventeen's 97 line as college boyfriends (fINALLY)
95 Liners (x) 96 Liners (x)
Seokmin: Cheerful and goofy, always gets involved with the things that you're interested in, surprisingly quite shy with pda, holds your hand under the table, loves taking wooju and coco for walks through the campus park with you, he takes studying seriously but always knows how to balance his priorities, will make sure that you don't burn out, got you a pretty keychain from one time he did an interstate study tour.
Mingyu: The biggest affectionate puppy, dates with him are either at his place trying a new recipe he found or at a diner that no one has ever heard of before, the top of his major (mechanical engineering), cooks you ramen when you're pulling all nighters in the campus hub, is always filming or taking photos of you for his instagram story, a bit clumsy with his words but makes up for it with physical affection, bakes you sweets when you're feeling down.
Minghao: very protective, loves to look out for you, tries to capture your beauty in photos or paintings with every chance that he gets, loves to take you to wineries, studies in the heritage part of the library for the vibes, doesn’t vocalise his affections but shows it in other ways, has the cutest smile and can’t keep it off of his face when he’s with you, will let you baby him but no one can know, probably picks you up from class on like a european scooter because of course he does.
[1:21 am] you giggled as you bumped shoulders with your roommate Mingyu,the alcohol still making you feel warm despite the cold air biting at your nose and fingertips. Mingyu would smile down at you as he swapped the plastic bag filled with convenience store snacks to his other hand so that he could hold yours and stuff it into his pocket.
i would literally give up everything good and delicious to see mingyu in the morning, all sleepy and warm
pairing: kim mingyu x reader
genre: fluff :’)
warnings: use of pet name (baby)
word count: 470
He’s pinned between you and the bed, your hands and thighs succeeding more in keeping his limbs together than holding them down. You know he can easily uproot you with a tug of his arm and twist of his hips—he’s done it countless times, much to your delight. He has an easy smile on his lips though, and his fingers are running over the parts of your hand they can reach. He’s indulging you.
“Mmm, so early in the morning?” he teases, blinking lazily against the peeking morning sun. It bathes him in a glow gentle enough to soften the edges of his face and chest, rounding him to an expanse of all smooth skin. You would skim your fingers to trace at the slants of light, maybe squeeze at the puckered nipple, but that would require releasing him, so you opt to follow with your eyes. He deserves nothing less than languid gazes, thorough and often enough to make him realize how you can ride the high of his love for as long as he’ll allow you.
You don’t say any of this, instead stowing the feeling deep in your core. He knows nothing of it, but you store these moments with a reverence, a devotion. They make you feel golden.
You lean forward so your chest is brushing his own, lips ghosting his jaw. “I like feeling you under me,” you murmur, tracing a path across the swell of his cheek to kiss at the corner of his mouth. “And I think you’re pretty.”
He giggles, a sound that bubbles out of his mouth and lightens your insides. It travels in a slow rumble throughout his body, and it feels as if you’re absorbing this sense of euphoria through every place you’re connected—the tips of your fingers on his pulse down to your toes buried between his legs. Even with the steady chill of autumn, he manages to kindle a fire in you.
“I’m pretty?”
He asks with a tilt of his head, and if it weren’t for the creeping blush around his ears, you would say he’s being cocky. With sleepy eyes and golden skin in the morning light, you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful, likely never will. And it’s endearing, seeing him like this. It makes you realize how eager you are to give your love—and how eager he is to receive it.
“The prettiest.” You punctuate the end with three pecks to his lips. Your hands loosen their grasps of his to slide down taut arms. “Prettiest baby in the world.”
His ears burn even brighter at your words, and you can’t resist the laugh that pushes through your lips.
“My pretty baby,” you say again, cupping his cheeks.
And it’s with a shy tuck of his head that he says it back.
