you offer to shave mingyu’s face for the first time, despite having no idea what you’re doing—and he lets you, all smiles and patience. between messy foam, playful threats, and him trying (and failing) to stay quiet, the slow morning turns soft in all the ways that matter. [wc. 1k]
PAIRING. husband!mingyu x wife!reader
GENRE. fluff
NOTE. come back after god knows how long, hoping that you enjoy this.
“okay. sit. don’t talk. don’t move.”
mingyu raised both brows as he lowered himself onto the small stool in the bathroom, the one you usually kept tucked under the sink. it wobbled slightly under his weight.
“you sure this thing’s safe?”
“well, if it breaks, that’s on you for being massive,” you muttered, grabbing the can of shaving foam and shaking it aggressively.
he smirked, adjusting the towel around his shoulders. “wow. love the support, babe.”
“just shut up,” you said, but you were smiling too.
he obeyed, lips twitching as he pressed them together dramatically and tilted his chin up. he looked ridiculous—bare-faced, sleepy-eyed, hair still damp from his shower, and way too amused for someone about to have a first-timer drag a razor across his face.
you stared at him for a second, holding the razor awkwardly. “you know i’ve never shaved anyone else before, right?”
“mm-hmm,” he hummed.
“like, i know how to shave my legs and stuff, but this is your face. your pretty face. what if i mess up?”
he opened one eye. “you won’t. i trust you.”
you groaned and leaned in to press some foam onto his jaw. “you’re so annoying. why are you always sweet when i’m trying to be mad at you?”
he smiled, lips still sealed, and made a little mmm sound to tease you.
you rolled your eyes and started carefully spreading the foam across his face, moving slowly like it was some kind of art project. the cream coated his jawline and chin easily, but then he opened his mouth slightly to speak—
“stop.”
you pointed the nozzle directly at his lips. “i’m warning you.”
he blinked, then tried to say something again, just to be difficult.
so you squirted a big blob right over his mouth.
“there,” you said proudly. “you talk too much anyway.”
his eyes widened. he made a muffled noise and reached up to wipe it, but you slapped his hand away.
“nope. hands down. let the professional work.”
he laughed through his nose, head tilted back slightly as you brought the razor closer to his face.
you moved slow at first, dragging the blade carefully across his cheek. every tiny scratchy sound made you more nervous, but mingyu didn’t even flinch. he just sat there quietly, eyes flicking up to yours every now and then, like he was studying your face more than he cared about his own.
you paused halfway through and frowned. “do i… go up or down?”
he tapped the counter behind you twice with his fingers — his way of saying ‘down.’
you nodded to yourself. “right. that makes sense. i think.”
he made another sound, like a muffled laugh, but you just wiped more foam on him to shut him up again.
“this is harder than it looks,” you said under your breath. “you have such a big face.”
he pointed to himself proudly. big face, big brain.
you rolled your eyes and kept shaving.
it took longer than you thought. he had a lot of facial hair, and you were being extra careful not to nick him. your hands were a little shaky at first, but eventually, the rhythm settled. foam, razor, wipe. again. again.
at one point, you felt his eyes on you again — really watching you this time — and you glanced at him.
“what?”
he shrugged slightly.
“you’re staring.”
he raised both brows and gestured like you’re cute, duh.
you narrowed your eyes at him. “stop being romantic. i’m holding a blade.”
he smiled through the foam. “mmph.”
finally, you finished the last section on his neck and stepped back, exhaling like you just ran a marathon.
“okay. done. don’t touch anything yet.”
he sat still, eyes curious, while you grabbed a damp cloth and gently wiped the leftover cream from his skin. the towel was warm from the water and smelled like your fabric softener. you could feel the way his skin was smooth now under it, freshly shaved and clean.
he didn’t say anything, just let you wipe his face like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“there,” you said softly. “mission complete.”
he reached up to touch his face and let out a soft, impressed, “woah.”
you blinked. “what? did i miss a spot?”
he grinned. “no. it’s good. really good.”
you looked at him suspiciously. “you’re not just saying that to make me feel better, right?”
he stood up and leaned down to kiss your forehead, hands on your waist. “nope. you actually did a great job.”
you felt yourself smiling as you leaned into his chest. “i was scared the whole time. you’re lucky i love you.”
“i know,” he said, kissing the side of your head. “i could feel the love in every terrified little stroke.”
you smacked his shoulder lightly, laughing. “shut up. go get ready. you’re gonna be late.”
“don’t wanna leave now,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head. “you just pampered me. feels wrong to go.”
“mingyu.”
“okay, okay,” he sighed, finally pulling away and heading to the bedroom.
you stayed behind to clean up the mess — foam on the sink, water on the floor, the little towel you used to wipe his face. five minutes later, he came back out fully dressed, wearing that navy button-up you loved.
you paused when you saw him. “you look really good.”
he smiled and opened his arms dramatically. “because my amazing wife shaved me.”
you laughed, stepping into his hug again. “yeah, yeah. just don’t let anyone else touch that face today.”
“only you,” he said easily. “always.”
you walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye — once, then again, because he always stole a second one.
“text me when you get there,” you reminded him.
“i will.”
“and don’t skip lunch just ‘cause you’re busy.”
“i won’t.”
you watched him leave, the front door clicking shut behind him, and let out a breath.
quiet mornings like this were your favorite — where nothing big happened, but everything still felt soft and full. shaving cream in your hair, mingyu being annoying in the best way, your little apartment filled with sleepy laughter.
summary: just mingyu being a teasing fuck as always.
You both lay on the bed, limbs tangled beneath the warmth of the duvet, the soft glow of TikTok videos flickering in the otherwise dark room. The gentle buzz of the phone mixes with the quiet of the night, creating a perfect sense of calm.
Your freshly shaved, smooth legs are nestled against Mingyu’s, the contrast between his hairy, muscular leg and your glazed-donut-soft skin making the difference all the more noticeable.
You feel his presence so vividly, his warmth radiating off his body and onto yours.
Mingyu’s large frame dominates most of the bed, his arm lazily resting behind his head while the other one holds his phone, scrolling through mindless content. You’re watching too, giggling at the random videos, when suddenly you feel it—his foot brushing against your leg, then retreating like it didn’t just happen.
The ticklish sensation makes you twitch, but you ignore it, assuming it was an accident.
A couple more videos play, but then, it happens again—this time with more intent.
His hairy leg lightly swipes across your smooth skin again, teasingly. You look over at him, already knowing he’s got that mischievous glint in his eye. He’s acting like he’s completely focused on the screen, but you know better.
“Mingyu, stop,” you say, your tone a mix of amusement and warning.
He chuckles but doesn’t look at you, still pretending he’s interested in whatever TikTok is on. “What?” he says, completely feigning innocence.
You roll your eyes but let it go, settling back into the comfort of the bed. The video on his phone switches to something else, and you relax, thinking the moment has passed. But then, without warning, his hand sneaks under the blanket and his fingers brush lightly over your side, right under your rib cage—the spot that always gets you.
You flinch immediately, your body reacting before your mind even registers it, and you squirm away from him, a laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. “Stop it, Mingyu! I’m serious!”
He’s grinning now, full-on amused with himself, his deep, low laughter rumbling in the quiet room. “I didn’t do anything,” he says, but the mischievous glint in his eyes tells a different story.
You give him a warning look, still smiling though, and try to focus on the phone. But, predictably, his hand moves again, this time poking your side more deliberately. His fingers dig lightly into your side through the blanket, and you jump again, letting out a half-scream, half-laugh.
“Mingyu!” you shout, swatting at his hand as you try to wriggle away from him under the covers.
He’s laughing harder now, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he enjoys every second of your reaction. “I’m just keeping you awake,” he teases, pulling his hand back but clearly not ready to stop.
You give him a playful glare, shifting away from him slightly, but you know it’s only a matter of time before he tries again. And, sure enough, after a few seconds of calm, his hand darts out one more time, and his fingers find your side yet again, this time really going for it. The blanket muffles your squeal as you try to wriggle away from his grasp, but it’s no use. He’s got you pinned.
“That’s it!” you exclaim, pulling yourself up slightly. “I’m not sleeping with you anymore!”
Mingyu raises an eyebrow, still laughing as you dramatically try to yank his pillow out from under his head. You grip it with both hands, determined to show him you mean business, but his muscular body barely moves. You pull harder, but his strength is no match for yours, and the pillow doesn’t budge an inch.
He’s laughing even more now, his deep, booming laugh filling the room as you struggle to pull the pillow. “Oh, come on!” he says between breaths, clearly entertained by your effort. “You really think you can take my pillow?”
You let out an exaggerated huff, giving the pillow one last pull before finally giving up. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, sitting back down with your arms crossed, still glaring at him.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he says, still chuckling but trying to sound sincere. He sits up slightly, holding his hands up in surrender. “I won’t do it anymore, I promise.”
You raise an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “God promise?”
He bites his lip, trying to hold back a grin. “God promise,” he repeats, his voice dripping with faux sincerity.
You eye him suspiciously for a moment before deciding to trust him. “Alright then,” you say, settling back down beside him. You both shift under the blanket, the mood calming down as you cuddle closer, your head resting against his shoulder.
For a few minutes, everything is peaceful again, and you let yourself relax, thinking that maybe—just maybe—he’s actually done messing with you.
But of course, this is Mingyu. Just when you think the teasing is over, you feel him shift beside you, his hand moving under the blanket again. You tense up immediately, eyes wide as you turn to him.
“Mingyu…” you warn, your voice low but sharp.
He grins at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I didn’t even touch you!” he says, his voice full of fake innocence as his hand hovers just above your side, threatening to tickle without actually doing it.
“Mingyu, I swear!” you say, swatting at his hand, but he pulls it back before you can make contact. You narrow your eyes at him, fully irritated now, but also unable to stop the smile creeping onto your face. “You said God promise!”
He shrugs, that grin still plastered on his face. “I didn’t break it. I didn’t even touch you.”
“You’re impossible,” you groan, rolling your eyes but unable to stop laughing as you nudge him with your elbow.
“I didn’t break the promise!” he protests, leaning over to nuzzle his face into your neck, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. “I’m innocent!”
“Yeah, right,” you mutter, still trying to act annoyed but your resolve weakening as you feel his warmth against you.
“Come on, don’t be mad,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, teasing fading into affection as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You sigh, giving in as you let yourself relax into his embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of being close to him. The irritation fades quickly, replaced by that cozy, warm feeling that only he can give you.
“I’m still mad,” you say, but your voice is softer now, no real bite behind it.
Mingyu laughs quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sure you are.”
The two of you fall back into a comfortable silence, the warmth of his body enveloping you as you drift off together, TikToks forgotten as the night settles in around you.
