When you try a new diet to help with bloating and accidentally drop a pound or two, Mingi reacts like it’s a national emergency, determined to protect every inch of the body he adores while you laugh at his dramatic devotion.
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The kitchen was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the soft scrape of a spoon against ceramic.
You leaned against the counter, swirling something green and suspiciously healthy around in a bowl. Mingi stood across from you, arms folded, tall frame practically looming over the island as he stared at your lunch like it had personally offended him.
“What is that?” he asked, eyes narrowing.
“Yogurt. With flaxseed. And some stuff that’s supposed to help with bloating.” You popped a spoonful into your mouth and shrugged. “It’s not that serious.”
He didn’t respond right away. He was staring at you instead now. Not in a dreamy way. In a calculating way.
You squinted at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He stepped closer. Too close. His hands landed on your waist automatically, thumbs pressing into the soft curve of your stomach like he was checking for structural damage.
“You look smaller.”
You blinked. “What?”
“You do.” His brows pulled together, genuine concern settling into his expression. “Your waist. And here.” His large hands slid over your hips, squeezing gently like he needed confirmation. “And here.”
You burst out laughing.
He looked betrayed. “Why are you laughing? This is serious.”
“It is not serious,” you said between giggles. “I told you, I’m just trying to not feel bloated all the time. That’s it.”
“You’ve lost weight.”
“I dropped like a pound. Maybe two.”
His eyes widened like you’d just confessed to something catastrophic.
“Two pounds?” he repeated, horrified.
You clutched the counter to steady yourself because his tone was so dramatic it was unreal. “Mingi, it’s water weight.”
He paced a single step away from you, tall body moving restlessly. “No. No, this diet is suspicious. We need to stop it.”
“We?”
“Yes. We are a team. If you’re losing weight, I’m involved.”
You laughed again, louder this time. “Why are you acting like this is a tragedy?”
He stopped pacing and turned to you, hands on his hips. Even annoyed, he was pretty. Tall, broad shoulders, hair falling into his eyes as he looked at you like you’d committed a crime.
“Because,” he said slowly, stepping back into your space, “I love you exactly how you are.”
“I’m still exactly how I am.”
“But smaller.”
“Barely.”
His hands slid back around you, wrapping fully around your waist this time. He bent slightly so his chin could rest on top of your head, engulfing you in warmth. You could feel the tension in him, even if you found the whole thing hilarious.
“You don’t need to change anything,” he muttered into your hair.
“I’m not changing. I just don’t want to feel like a balloon after I eat.”
“Then we fix the bloating without shrinking you.”
You leaned back enough to look up at him. “Shrinking me?”
“Yes.” He looked genuinely distressed. “Do you know how perfect you are? How am I supposed to function if you start disappearing?”
You snorted. “I’m not disappearing.”
He pulled back just enough to cup your face in both hands. His palms were warm, thumbs brushing your cheeks as his gaze softened.
“I love this,” he said quietly, sliding one hand down to squeeze your hip. “And this. And this.” His hand trailed over your stomach, firm but reverent. “I love how you feel. I love how soft you are. I love how I can hold you and there’s so much of you to hold.”
You raised an eyebrow, amused. “So much of me?”
He nodded firmly. “Yes. I’m tall. I need space to grab. And you are perfect for me.”
You shook your head, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious.” His voice dropped, still affectionate but more intense. “When I wrap my arms around you, I feel calm. When you sit on my lap, I feel grounded. When you lay on top of me, I feel like the luckiest man alive. Why would I want less of that?”
Your smile softened, but there was no insecurity there. Just warmth.
“It’s not about wanting less,” you said gently. “It’s about wanting to feel comfortable.”
He exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly.
“Fine,” he said after a moment. “Comfort is allowed. But if this yogurt steals even three pounds, I’m fighting it.”
You laughed again and leaned forward to steal a quick kiss.
“I promise,” you said against his lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”
He kissed you back, slow and lingering, hands settling possessively at your hips again like he needed reassurance.
“Good,” he murmured when he pulled away. Then he immediately went back on his tangent, eyes lighting up as he looked at you like you were art. “Because your thighs? Incredible. Your hips? Life changing. Your stomach? I literally think about it daily. And don’t get me started on—”
“Mingi,” you cut in, laughing as you covered his mouth with your hand.
He kissed your palm.
“I just love your body,” he said, softer now but still absolutely sure. “Exactly like this. However it is. It’s yours. And I’m obsessed.”
You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, cheek pressing against his chest.
“Drama king,” you muttered fondly.
He held you tighter.
“If loving you loudly is dramatic,” he said, resting his chin on your head again, “then I’ll be dramatic forever.”
You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, cheek pressing against his chest.
“Drama king,” you muttered fondly.
He held you tighter.
“If loving you loudly is dramatic,” he said, resting his chin on your head again, “then I’ll be dramatic forever.”
The kitchen felt smaller suddenly. The hum of the fridge faded to white noise.
His heartbeat was steady under your ear, until it wasn’t.
You felt the subtle shift first: the way his fingers flexed against your lower back, spreading wider, pressing you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. His breath hitched, just once, barely audible, but it was enough.
You tilted your head back to look at him.
Mingi was already watching you.
Not calculating anymore. Not distressed.
Something darker and hungrier had settled behind his eyes. The kind of look that made your stomach flip even when you tried to play it cool.
His thumb traced a slow, deliberate circle over the dip of your waist, right where he’d been “checking” earlier. Then it slid lower. Not far. Just enough to hook under the hem of your shirt and graze bare skin.
Your breath caught.
He felt it. You knew he did, because the corner of his mouth curled, slow and knowing.
“You said you’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, voice rougher now, quieter, like the words were only for the small space between your mouths.
“I’m not.”
“Good.”
His other hand came up to cradle the back of your neck. Long fingers threaded into your hair, tilting your face exactly where he wanted it. He didn’t kiss you yet. He just held you there, close enough that every exhale brushed your lips, close enough that you could feel the heat rolling off him in waves.
“Then stay right here,” he said, almost a growl, “while I remind you why I’m never letting even one more inch of you disappear.”
His thumb pressed into the soft flesh just above your hip bone, firm, possessive, reverent all at once. Your knees threatened to forget how gravity worked.
“Mingi—”
He finally closed the distance.
Not gentle.
Not rushed either.
Deep. Slow. Devouring. Like he was trying to prove something with every slide of his tongue, every scrape of teeth against your bottom lip. One hand stayed locked at your nape while the other dragged down the length of your spine. His palm flattened over the small of your back, arching you into him until you gasped against his mouth.
He swallowed the sound.
When he pulled back, just enough to breathe, his forehead rested against yours. His pupils were blown wide. His chest rose and fell too fast.
“I love every fucking curve,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Every soft place I can grip. Every spot that makes you shiver when I touch it.” His hand flexed on your hip, squeezing once, hard enough to leave the memory of his fingers. “Don’t ever think I’d survive you getting smaller. I wouldn’t.”
Your hands fisted in his shirt, trying to anchor yourself.
He kissed you again, shorter this time, but somehow more dangerous. A promise instead of a plea.
Then he stepped back.
Just one step.
Far enough that you felt the sudden absence of him like a physical thing.
But not far enough to miss the way he dragged his gaze down your body, slow, shameless, starving, like he was already mapping out exactly where he’d put his mouth next.
He reached behind him without looking, blindly grabbing your forgotten yogurt bowl off the counter.
He held it up between you like evidence.
“This,” he said, voice low and rough-edged, “is allowed to stay. But only if it stops trying to take you from me.”
He set it down again, harder than necessary.
Then he stepped back into your space, towering, crowding, until your back met the edge of the counter and there was nowhere left to go.
His hands found your thighs.
Lifted.
Set you on the counter in one smooth motion like you weighed nothing to him.
He stepped between your knees. His palms slid up the outside of your legs until his thumbs pressed into the crease where thigh met hip.
“Tell me you’re keeping all of this,” he whispered against your jaw, lips brushing skin, breath hot. “Tell me I still get to worship every part of you tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that.”
Your fingers dug into his shoulders.
“I’m keeping it,” you managed, voice unsteady. “All of it.”
He exhaled against your throat, half relief, half victory.
Then he kissed the pulse point there. Open-mouthed. Slow. Deliberate.
content warning: extremely happy people; lots of sex including public sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, twisting, pulling, bop it
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The dressing room they'd given you to get ready to meet the boys was small. It was no more than a closet with a vanity really. You stripped out of your old sweats that represented your past life and prepared to put on the dress that represented who you'd be for the next year.
As you slipped it on, though, you realized that there was no way you could zip it yourself. You opened the door, intending to knock on the dressing room beside yours, but came face to face with Mingi instead.
He was walking around with an adorably stupid look on his face while carrying a hair gel bottle.
"Hi...umm, could you help me?" he asked when he noticed you staring.
Without thinking you agreed. You were here to do that anyway, to agree to anything they asked, but it came so naturally. You invited him into your dressing room and let him take the stool while you sat on the vanity itself. The door shut on its own, leaving you in this small space with him.
"I just want it to look good," he explained. "I don't really care how you make that happen."
"Okay," you said shyly, taking the hair gel and squeezing some onto your hands, lathering them up, before running your fingers through his thick, fiery locks. Honestly, he looked fine before your help, but you didn't want to tell him that and miss the chance to be so close to him.
"Your dress," Mingi remarked, eyeing where it sat low on your chest. Whenever you moved, it slipped down further. You'd been so entranced with his hair that you hadn't noticed.
"Oh!" you squeaked out and spun around, gripping the fabric close just before you flashed him. "I'm sorry," you muttered.
You once again tried and failed to zip it yourself. But Mingi placed a hand on your hip, stilling your struggles. "Let me see," he rasped while urging you back around to face him.
Your cheeks were flushed in embarrassment as you stared shamefully at the floor. His crooked finger pressed to your chin, urging your gaze upwards to meet his.
"Put your hands down," he instructed, encouraging you to reveal yourself.
There was something magically binding about the way he spoke, as if every word were a spell you had to follow. You listened, and dropped your hands to your sides, letting the fabric fall to your feet.
The dress was strapless, so you hadn't worn a bra.
Mingi's breath hitched and he stood, towering over you so that you had to crane your neck to hold his eye contact.
"Stay here," he whispered, leaving you alone once again.
In his absence, your heart pounded, echoing in your ears like a drum. You half thought to redress yourself, but didn't want to disappoint him. He'd asked you to do something, so you wanted to do it.
Three taps on the door were indication of his return. He slid in without being noticed by anyone, smirking at the state he found you in.
"Needed to get something for you," he said as he suddenly lifted you onto the vanity with a dopey smile.
"What is it?" you asked, trying to ignore the way he bit his lip while staring at you, or the growth in his pants, or the warmth of his hand on your thigh that made you want to melt into a puddle.
"They'll call your name to select a slip of paper at random to choose your member," Mingi described, leaning closer so that you were backed into the cold mirror, body arching in surprise at the chill of it. You gasped.
"So fucking beautiful," he hummed, when your chest met his. He shimmied his knee between your legs, encouraging them apart.
Again you listened and made enough room for him to stand comfortably, closely.
"You'll take this slip, and use it instead," he explained as he placed the crumble of paper in your palm.
"Why?" you asked, eyes wide as he cupped your cheek, making you crave him in the most filthy ways.
"I can't leave this to chance," he muttered before pressing his lips to yours and kissing you the way you had always imagined being kissed.
Mingi was passionate. He stole your breath away with every passing second, and his hands touched you as if he owned you...which in many ways, he did.
"Mingi," you whined, pulling on his gel-hardened hair. "You're such a good kisser," you complimented.
"Mmm," he replied with a throaty moan. "Can't wait to show you more," he teased as he slid his hand up your thigh, allowing it to lightly graze over your center, just enough to make your breaths shaky.
"Please," you begged, using your legs to wrap around his waist to bring him closer.
"Love hearing you beg," he smirked as he pulled back, eyes dark with lust. "But I need to wait until after the ceremony. It's a rule."
"Okay," you sighed, silently pleading for one last kiss.
"Did you need help with that zipper?" he asked, ignoring your desperate stare.
You nodded and let him help you dress, let his hand glide up your spine until the shortest dress you owned was on, barely covering your figure.
He hissed as he took you in, sucking air in through his teeth, "Might have to fuck you right on that stage, baby. I don't think we'll make it back to my room."
You smiled as he spoke, easily imagining such a lack of control as that was exactly what you wanted right now.
"Mingi," you sang, running your hand down his chest. "You can do whatever you want to me."
"Good to know," he groaned before squeezing your ass. "I'll see you out there," he added with a wink before leaving you in the room with blushing cheeks and an ache in your belly that you knew only he could satisfy.
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7 girls walked out of the dressing rooms. 1 joined the line last minute which you couldn't believe. This was such a huge deal and you couldn't imagine not prioritizing it.
You entered the room in a line organized by age. Mingi playfully raised his brows at you before licking his lips. It was like nobody else was in the room. No other girls, no other guys. Just the two of you eye fucking, separated by a stage that you hoped to be undressed on within the hour.
As the ceremony began, girl by girl made their way to the stage. You didn't have to worry that they'd pull Mingi, because his slip was already selected. It was in your palm like a burning secret.
The girl beside you pulled Yeosang, looking very pleased by it, and it was then your chance to select a name.
Up until that point, you'd had your hands closed in a fist around the paper, not wanting to let it slip. And when you stuck your hand into the bowl, you played it off as if you were searching for the right one...though your perfect match was already secured in your grasp.
"Mingi," you announced, and made your way to the eager man near the end of the line. He reached for your hand and pulled you in for a kiss, the only true one of the evening, before spinning you around while you giggled.
A glare from Hongjoong made him control himself though and he hugged you from behind instead. "Gonna tear into this dress the minute this is over," he groaned, secretly kneading your chest with an arm he had crossed over it.
"Mingi," you whined quietly, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. His fingers rolled your nipple, and it wasn't long before he was grinding his cock against your ass, tempting you to break open your dress, and be dammed with the ceremony.
"Your uniform is an ugly yellow dress with feathers," he explained, speaking over Hongjoong.
"Why'd you pick something ugly?" you asked with a laugh.
"So you'll want to spend more time out of it," he explained with a chuckle. "Though this dress is sexy, and you seem more than willing to let me take it off," he added just as Hongjoong dismissed everyone.
He unzipped the dress before the stage was even empty just as you pulled at his shirt, sending the buttons flying everywhere.
"Fucking made for me," he groaned as you jumped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist while kissing him desperately. He fiddled with the button on his pants for a moment before they fell to the ground, he waddled out of them down the hall toward his room, discarding them who knows where.
You used your feet to push his boxers down behind his bum, exposing his round ass to the world, and pulled your panties aside to make room for him.
"There we go," he groaned as he pushed open his door, and let you fall onto his thick and lengthy cock.
"Oh fuck!" you cried out, wincing in pain because of his size.
Mingi's breathing stuttered as he stilled, letting you throb around his cock and adjust. All the while, his lips never left yours, relaxing you bit by bit with rough kisses built out of mutual desperation.
"Keep going," you whined, moving to sit on the edge so he'd have a more optimal position.
"Mmm," he hummed as he sunk into you again. "Not gonna last if you're gonna stay this tight baby."
"Then finish and fuck me again," you taunted, biting his lip and pulling back.
He moaned in surprise and pressed his hands into your thighs, pounding away carelessly with animalistic grunts that sounded inhuman in nature. You could feel that ache in your belly growing, knew that despite the stretch it was the best sex you'd ever had.
And then he kissed your shoulder, sucked, and marked anywhere he could find skin. His tongue licked across your neck, sending a chill through you, and he chuckled in response to your gasps when he flicked your nipples playfully.
"Mingi!" you whined, clutching his back and squeezing your eyes shut in surprise. He felt good, so good that you didn't dare rub your clit. You knew he'd get you off without it.
"Cum around my cock baby," he ordered. "Don't be shy."
You let yourself relax and release all of the tension in your abs and arms so that all focus was on the pleasure he was giving you. His thrusts became sloppy, but somehow that felt better, even more so when combined with the twitching of his cock.
"I'm close," you warned, wrapping your legs around his waist so that every insertion was as deep as possible.
"Together," he groaned and buried himself in your cunt, emptying his warm release inside you for the very first time.
You whimpered as you came with him and looped your arms around his neck, holding him against your chest where his labored breaths made your skin tingle. Mingi was adorably gentle as he came down. His kisses were softer, his hands needy and clutching you close.
"So beautiful," he praised, compliments leaving his love-drunk lips without a second thought. "My chick. My girl."
"Mingi!" someone called from outside. "5 minutes! And you better not be late!"
He chucked and kissed you sweetly, ignoring the warning as he pulled out, and slid a finger through your cunt, pushing any of his seed back in that tried to leak out.
"We need to get dressed," you reminded him with a laugh and needy whimper. You didn't want to be in trouble with the others, but you were more than happy to stay here and let Mingi fuck you again.
"Such a waste to get dressed just to peel it off later," he groaned in complaint while pulling away. He sported an adorable pout, but helped you off the counter anyways.
"We can fuck again after the party," you bargained. "Maybe try the bed this time?"
"Mmm," he smirked. "Need me again so soon?"
You kissed him, pushing him back against the wall, and answered an encouraging, "Fuck yes."
Mingi looked pleased with your answer and reached just behind you to collect your uniform. When he opened the garment bag you realized he'd been right...it was ugly.
"I promise I'll take it off as soon as I can," he laughed when he saw your face.
You grimaced but took the bag to get dressed before shooing him away to do the same. But Mingi was addicted. He brought his clothes to the closet and changed with you, thoroughly enjoying the bit where a feather got into your mouth. But you didn't mind having him there, especially when he hiked his pants up and buttoned them without a shirt on yet...
That may be your favorite look on him. Business downstairs but ready to eat pussy as sloppily as he wanted up top.
"Mingi! I swear to god!" someone screamed from the hall.
With equally amused smiles, he grabbed your hand and ran toward the door with you in tow. You hadn't even put your heels on yet and held them as you ran.
"Mingi!" you laughed, trying to tell him.
But it only made him that much more eager to get in line, and the two of you joined in a mess of feathers while everyone stared. You were obviously late, but the twinkle in Mingi's eye made it worth it.
"Leave the shoes," he whispered, taking them from your hand and flinging them against the door.
"Barefoot to the party?" you questioned. It didn't seem sanitary.
"Makes you look like a good match for me," he explained on the walk. "So in the moment that you couldn't even find time to put on shoes."
"Oh, is that what happened?" you asked with a spark igniting in your chest. "I just thought we fucked in the kitchen for three hours."
Mingi spanked you playfully with a toothy grin and held your hand on the walk up the stairs. Another stage for the two of you, but this time many others were watching.
"Who are these people?" you asked, suddenly feeling your heart race.
"Doesn't matter," he answered with a reassuring squeeze of your hand.
Hongjoong gave his speech about the aids and thanked the room of mostly men for sponsoring the program. Then, each member introduced their girl.
For most, it seemed like a degradation ritual. Hongjoong's even had a mouthful of cum.
"What do I do at the mic?" you asked as Yunho's girl barked for him...literally barked.
"Just be your charming self," he smirked and pulled you with him when it was time.
"Woof woof woof woof," he started, encouraging the room to bark for him. It was silly really how even in such a professional-looking setting he managed to make all the tension go away.
"You know who I am," he introduced himself cockily. "And this is my chick, (y/n)," he said proudly.
You waved awkwardly with a quiet, "Hello," to the crowd.
"She did a great job with my hair didn't she?" he asked the crowd who whooped and hollered in support. Your cheeks blushed at the praise and then Mingi shouted, "I think I should reward her!"
They chanted his name, encouraging him on. You could only smile widely with a laugh as he leaned in, dipping you into a kiss that had the room in an excitable state.
When he finished, he brought you vertical again and you noticed Hongjoong roll his eyes at the display. You didn't care, though. You were there to make Mingi happy; not anyone else.
After that, you both skipped back to the line, where he leaned against your front, letting you wrap around him from behind the way the other guys were doing to the girls. You couldn't stop smiling into his back. His energy was infectious.
When the intros finished, he waddled down the steps, making you walk with him in wide strides.
"Where are we going?" you laughed.
"Just making sure we remember this night," he laughed and pushed through the last bundle of people before releasing your hands and letting you see what he'd taken you to.
"It's a photo booth," you smiled at him excitedly.
"Never want to forget the night the beautiful woman with an unzipped dress helped me put gel in my hair," he whispered as he pulled you in for a kiss.
"Is that how you'll remember it?" you teased, watching him bite his lip already as you let one of the straps fall off your shoulder. "I'll remember it," you began as you pulled him into the booth with you, closing the curtain behind you. "...As the night I fucked the hot idol in the photo booth."
You straddled Mingi who wasted no time undoing his pants and freeing his cock. You slid down on his length, watching realization settle across his face. "You aren't wearing underwear?" he whined, hands gripping your hips throughout your descent.
"You watched me get dressed and didn't give me any," you reminded him with a smirk. "Besides, I think you like easier access."
"Fucking perfect," he sighed again while thrusting into you.
With a whimper, you gripped his shoulders with one hand and covered your mouth with the other. You bounced on his cock, thighs screaming in agony at the workout.
The partygoers had no idea what going on, on the other side of the purple velvet sheet. It was filthy of the two of you to do this here so shamelessly... but it was so hot, too.
"I was wrong about the dress," he grunted. "You make it sexy. So fucking sexy," he moaned as he pulled the other strap down to kiss your shoulder.
You held him close by the nape of his neck, staring at the ceiling and seeing stars in the plastic. You didn't even mean to cum so quickly, but there you were, a whimpering mess that he kept thrusting into gently while kissing you through it. His hands were soft on your back, pressing firmly to hold you close. His other hand intertwined with yours...it felt more romantic than anything else he'd done...more intimate.
"I'm sorry," you apologized as you buried your face against his neck.
"Why?" he laughed with a soft kiss to your cheek. "For finding me so irresistible that you couldn't wait to let me hear your little cries?"
"I did not cry," you argued with a playful smack to his bicep.
"M-Mingi," he exaggeratedly mimicked. "I'm gonna cum!"
"I didn't even say that!" you laughed, leaning into him with a kiss, his cock twitching inside you, begging not to be forgotten.
"Get out," a slap against the curtain threatened. It was most definitely a pissed-off Hongjoong... not that you'd seen another version so far.
It made you jump so much that Mingi couldn't help but cackle. You didn't have to redress but you did want to fix your hair, and you bumped the picture button when you turned to use the camera.
You and Mingi laughed nervously, trying to cover his cock from the camera and failing miserably as you fell over each other in a haste to get out.
"Ow!" he yelped, bumping his head on the way out.
You giggled and snatched the photos, both of you running away from the photo booth so that Hongjoong wouldn't scold him.
"Where are we going?" he laughed. "You don't even know your way around!"
"Umm..." You looked both ways and spotted a stairway not too far off. "There!"
"If we fuck in the stairs it'll echo," he spoke from experience.
"Fine," you came to a stop. "You decide."
Mingi paused for a second, thinking carefully before pulling you into the hall.
"Are we going back to your room?" you asked.
"Not quite," he smirked. He tried every doorway in the hall at random while you watched curiously, wondering what he was up to until he pulled you into a different room you'd never seen before. And despite the space being unfamiliar, you knew whose it was within seconds.
"He's going to kill us if he finds us here," you whispered.
"Then we won't let him find us," Mingi laughed as he lay on Seonghwa's bed and kicked his shoes off.
"Come here," he held out his hands, pleading with you to join him.
With a reluctant, yet eager sigh, you set the picture down and joined him, straddling him and settling against his chest, finding it very domestic and relaxing. He pet your back for a moment before his finger caught on the zipper and he pulled it down allowing him access to you.
In tantalizingly slow fashion, he trailed his finger down your spine, grazing it lightly, just enough to make you tremble.
Mingi exhaled peacefully, looking closer to sleep than sex. "Are you happy you got me?" he asked, worry marking his features. "I know a lot of aids want someone else. Prefer a little less chaos and..."
You cut him off with a kiss, hating how insecure he sounded when to you he was perfect. "You're all I wanted," you promised.
"You sure?" he checked. "I know I gave you the slip and forced you to..."
"Mingi, you didn't force me into anything. If I hadn't wanted it, I would've dropped the slip and picked up a different one," you assured him as you squeezed his face in your hands. "I wanted you. I do want you."
"Even in Seonghwa's room?" he smirked, growing more confident by the second.
"Yes," you assured him with another kiss.
"Even in front of Lego Baby Yoda?" Mingi asked, eyeing the display on his nightstand.
"Maybe not in front of him," you giggled and leaned forward to turn him around. When you did, your undone dress slipped, exposing your chest to a needy Mingi who nipped at your nipple, causing you to jump and knock the display down.
"Mingi!" you gasped as you got up to see the damage. On the ground were 1075 pieces that had fallen apart and scattered in every which way.
"Oh no," you covered your mouth in shock, unsure of what to do.
"We need to leave," Mingi decided, pulling you out the door without a second thought and guiding you into the safety of his room.
"I-I can't believe we just did that," you fretted. "He's going to be so..."
Mingi pushed you back against the door with an adrenaline-fueled kiss. The dress fell to the ground and you made quick work of removing his pants and tearing away the shirt again.
You'd forgotten for a second just how much you wanted him...how much you needed him.
"Come here," he muttered as he pulled you to his bed, guiding you to lay down on the fresh sheets.
"Need all of you," you murmured between kisses while spreading your legs and allowing him to settle between them.
"Seonghwa will never know," Mingi vowed. "We will remember this night as the night we got away with..."
There was a knock at the door.
Just after a quick and slightly nervous glance, Mingi made his way to see who it was. He tossed it open shamelessly, not bothering to realize that his dick was out.
"I believe this is yours," Seonghwa scowled as he handed Mingi the forgotten photobooth pictures.
"That's not me," Mingi argued. The pictures only showed your back and him from the waist down. Your faces were technically concealed. He had plausible deniability in his favor.
"That's you," Seonghwa fought. "That's literally your dick."
"No it isn't," Mingi lied, shrugging casually as if he were telling the truth.
"I'm looking at it right now!" Seonghwa shouted. Throwing the photo at Mingi despite his unwillingness to claim fault for the Lego fiasco. "And stay out of my room!" he shouted as he marched away.
"No promises, hyung!" Mingi blew him a kiss before rejoining you.
"Are we in trouble?" you asked him, eyes wide like a deer who'd just run into oncoming traffic. You didn't want to be kicked out so soon.
"We are not," he promised. "Just me."
"What will they do?" you worried. Mingi was your responsibility and technically the Lego display had only fallen because you knocked it off.
He looked unbothered by any possibility he faced. "I'll probably have to do a few extra fan calls so Seonghwa has free building time."
"Oh! That's not so bad," you smiled in relief.
"Nope," he agreed. "They like us too much to do anything too bad."
"But what about me?" you pouted, crossing your arms so that your chest was covered. Mingi tried within seconds to peel your hands away, his eyes growing frustrated at the denial.
"What about you?" he grunted with a tug, finally gaining exposure again that had him licking his lips eagerly.
"Will I be punished? I was a bad, bad girl," you whispered sultrily while crawling towards him.
Mingi sat at the edge of the bed and pulled you by your wrists toward him until you were settled over his lap.
"You want to be punished pretty girl?" he hummed, his hand palming your ass.
"Yes," you sighed in anticipation, wiggling your ass in front of him until he came down with a hard smack across your cheek.
"Count for me," Mingi demanded, his hand soothing where he'd just hit while waiting for you.
"One," you began, gripping the sheets in front of you as you waited for another.
This one was sharper, harder than the last one. You yelped out in surprise as you lurched forward gasping out a quick, "Two."
"Last one," Mingi prepared you while pushing your back down to make the arch deeper.
When his hand came down, it stung right away. It actually hurt to the point of tears and you blubbered, "Three," while he massaged your sore bum.
You didn't move, too busy simmering in the pain and trying to stop the tears brimming in your eyes.
"If you wanted punishment, why are you crying?" he teased.
"The last one hurt," you whined while laughing at yourself. You pulled yourself off of his lap to lie down on the bed.
Mingi joined you with a pitifully amused smirk on his face. His hand that had spanked you, which you now realized was almost as large as your whole torso, settled on your thigh.
"Didn't it turn you on, baby? Didn't you like being punished?" he hummed with slow kisses down your jaw.
"I-I don't know," you gasped, spreading your legs to give his hand access to you. Mingi smiled against your skin and slid his hand up, letting his finger just barely graze your center.
"Mmm," he purred, a deep breathy sound that had a pool of desire growing inside you. "Seems you're ready for me again."
"Mhm," you moaned, grinding his hand shamelessly.
"Beg," Mingi smirked, seeming to thoroughly enjoy the surprised look on your face.
"Beg?" you repeated, heart pounding at the thought of letting him hear you so desperate.
"Mhm," he hummed, eyes shining in anticipation.
You didn't intend to let him hear you like that tonight. Instead, you kissed down his chest looking up through your lashes as his expression changed from curiosity to realization.
Mingi's dick was already hard, and you reached for it, angling it toward your lips as he hissed in surprise.
"I think you should beg," you taunted prior to taking his tip between your lips and sucking and licking the precum. Mingi's fingers instinctively entwined in your hair, urging you to take more of him.
So you did. You sucked all the way down his length as far as you could go, and pulled off, moaning around his cock so that it twitched in your mouth, ready to cum any second.
"Fuck," he groaned with a fistful of your hair. "Fucking perfect."
Giving head wasn't on your top list of favorite activities, but giving head to Mingi was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. He was vocal and unafraid to praise your efforts. You'd originally just wanted him to concede and fuck you, but now you were in pursuit of finishing him, desperate to know what it felt like to have him cumming down your throat.
You couldn't take all of him, and he knew that. Yet, he acted as if nothing had ever felt so good. You bobbed up and down on his cock and jerked him off with the bit of dick you couldn't reach. Mingi was a mess of moans, and used both hands to grip your head now, slightly thrusting into your mouth, but never too much.
"I'm gonna—" he warned just before he came down your throat, his hot ropes of cum shooting off as you swallowed it, swallowed him. He sounded so pretty and tasted so much better than you'd had before. You held yourself down until he stopped shaking and pulled off just as he let out a relieved exhale.
"That was incredible, baby," he appreciated as he pulled you toward him, sinking his tongue into your mouth.
"I thought you'd beg me to stop so we could fuck," you confessed between kisses.
Mingi chuckled, though, and pulled away. "Why would I need to stop when I'll be ready again in 5 minutes."
You gaped at him in shock. "You bounce back in just five minutes?"
"Yes," he smiled as he kissed down your body, nibbling across your chest and him, marking anywhere there was skin, which was everywhere. "And do you know how we should spend that time?" he asked just before licking through your center.
"Oh fuck!" you cried out, legs closing in impulse.
He smirked and held them open before sinking his tongue into you. It was so wet and warm and only an inch or two and yet it felt better than most sex you'd had.
"Keep that leg open yourself, baby," he instructed. "I need a hand."
You listened and watched as Mingi brought his thumb to your clit, flicking it mercilessly. Your body squirmed in response, making you writhe in pleasure and grind against his mouth.
"So good," you cried as you tried your best to hold still for him but failed. Mingi was deathly focused. He pulled away only briefly to switch so that his fingers were inside you instead and so that his tongue was now in charge of your clit.
"M-Mingi!" you cried out, legs shaking on either side of his head from your impending release. "I'm gonna cum!"
He chuckled for some reason against your clit, but even that couldn't deter the inevitable. You came around his fingers, body trembling from the strength of it. Your cunt throbbed around his digits until you had nothing left to give.
Only then did Mingi remove his hand and lap it all up, humming pleasurably as he did so. He ate you out with eyes closed, truly savoring the taste above all else. And when he finally rejoined you, he was hard.
"M-Mingi! I'm gonna cum!" he teased you with an amused smirk. You'd said exactly what he had earlier. Of course, he'd find that funny.
You rolled your eyes, and swiped your thumb across his chin, cleaning up where he'd gotten sloppy.
"Open," you whispered and sunk your thumb between his lips, letting him suck it clean. Your breath hitched from how beautiful he looked, and he popped off of it with a peck to your hand.
"Do you still need a minute?" he checked with a soft caress to your cheek.
"No. I want you," you answered and wrapped your legs around him. "But I'm not going to beg."
"Maybe tomorrow then," he shrugged as he sank into you, eyes never leaving your cunt as he looked down to watch you take him.
Inch by agonizing inch he sank in until he bottomed out. Your eyes rolled back and little whimpers escaped your lips. Mingi brushed his hand across your cheek, waiting until you looked ready for more.
"You're so big, Mingi," you whispered while throbbing around him, still adjusting even though you'd fucked multiple times today.
"I know," he said without a hint of amusement. "Are you okay?"
"Mhm," you nodded and shifted your hips, jaw dropping open at the slightest movement. "Keep going."
Mingi was careful. He'd pull his hips all the way back, and sink in slowly again, never being harsh, always watching for any sign of discomfort. But all you felt was full...full and satisfied by his warmth and kindness.
"Harder," you permitted, watching his features become marked by surprise. He tested the waters first, merely picking up speed while being gentle, but when you asked again, he could see you meant it.
He pulled his hips back, and slammed forward, the slap of your skin-on-skin filling the room.
"Mingi!" you squealed in pleasure, gripping his shoulders, and pulling him closer.
"Shit," he whined, surprised you could take him so well. He bullied your cunt with his cock, stabbing it into you repeatedly and watching you come undone beneath him in incoherent whines.
"Fucking perfect," he grunted for the twelfth time that day. He moved faster, sharply ramming into you like he was a needle and you were a balloon ready to pop.
"Kiss me," you urged him. Hands settling on his cheeks to bring his face to yours.
"Beg," he smirked, knowing your fucked out state was the best chance to get what he wanted.
"Mingi, I need you to fucking kiss me, please," you asked shamelessly before pulling his lips to yours.
"God," he whispered in the space of your shared oxygen. "You feel so good around my cock baby. You gonna cum for me again?"
"Mhm," you hummed, heart racing excitedly as he drove you towards that edge. "Once you beg for it."
Mingi smiled into your kiss and pulled away with an amused shake of his head. "Made for me. Fucking made for me," he whispered with another kiss.
At this point his thrusts were sloppy. He had seconds to get yours out of you, and bit his lip, watching where your cunt clenched around him, threatening to pull his release first.
"Why don't you cum for me pretty girl?" he asked.
You looped your hands around his neck with delighted twinkles in your eyes at his attempt. "You can do better than that, Mingi."
"Fuck," he groaned, voice higher, more desperate. "I need you to finish, baby. Need you to cum so I can," he whined, gripping your hips to hold you still as he drove into you for the last time.
"Good boy," you praised with a kiss before spilling onto him again. True to his word, your orgasm made him finish, too. You trembled in each other's arms, bodies frantically offering what little was left to one another.
"I liked that," Mingi confessed between his soft kisses and sweet touches.
"Liked what?" you asked as you ran your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes close as he relaxed into it.
"Being called 'good boy'. Nobody has ever called me that before," he admitted just before pulling out and falling to the bed beside you.
You turned on your side to look at him, noticing the pink in his cheeks from being so vulnerable.
"You can be my 'good boy' if you want," you permitted. "Especially if you beg for it."
4 months later
You and Mingi had done it everywhere...in every room of your place, in every dorm, in every dance studio and recording booth; you had even done it on the elevators and in cars. And you'd tried every single position from missionary to wheelbarrow to weird contortions that should've been impossible.
Some of the things you'd done weren't even in the Kama Sutra yet...and despite all the fucking and lovemaking and animalistic sex...there were things you loved more about him than his dick.
Like now...while lying in bed beside him, Mingi cuddled himself to your chest being the biggest little spoon in existence. He mumbled your name regularly in his sleep as if even in his unconsciousness he couldn't deprive himself of a second without you.
You ran your fingers through his hair, content to stay in bed with him until he woke up naturally. It was a lazy day...one of the few with no schedules to abide by or concerts to attend. You could just be with him, which was your favorite way to live.
When Mingi finally did wake up, he squeezed you with a yawn and smiled sleepily, eyes still glazed over from rest. "Good morning," he kissed your stomach which was the closest thing to him right now.
"Good morning," you hummed back while continuing to run your fingers through his hair. The feeling always made him shiver which woke him up a lot nicer than any blaring alarm ever could.
"We have a whole day together," he mused as he considered how best to spend it.
"Only about half a day now, Mings. It's already noon," you laughed and watched him jump up in surprise to check the time on his phone. It was, in fact, 12:03.
"Come on!" he urged while tugging your hands. "We can't waste our free day!"
"Hey!" you teased as he pulled you to the closet. "It's not wasted when we're together."
Mingi stopped in his tracks to turn and pull you into a hug instead. "You're right, baby. Time is never wasted when it's spent with you."
Your heart fluttered as you embraced him back, pressing your cheek to his chest where his heart was beating rapidly. You didn't understand how he could still be so turned on and excited by you...then again you felt the same way.
"I love you Mingi," you mumbled into his chest.
"I love you too, baby. So much," he cooed with a soft kiss to your forehead.
Mingi had let the "L-word" slip not even two weeks into being together which for some may have been too soon, but everything just clicked so easily with him. You knew that you loved him right away, because even more than being called a good boy, Mingi just wanted someone to come home to who truly supported him in everything.
"Do you want to walk out to the lake?" he asked. He loved the lake behind the dorms because he could be outside without the stress that someone would ask him for a picture or autograph. It was his happy place.
"Sure," you agreed and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. Naturally, his hands found your waist while he kissed you back.
"And would you be open to wearing..." he began but you already knew what he wanted to ask.
"The pink sundress?" you finished for him only for him to nod guiltily as if by asking you to do your job in pleasing him was inappropriate.
"Of course I will, baby," you answered and pulled off your satin tank top you'd slept in as you stepped forward to take it off the hanger.
Your bare back was to Mingi, but he sighed happily while watching you. "How did I get so lucky?" he asked as you dropped your matching shorts.
"By rigging the event," you laughed as you slid it over your head, letting him see no more than your backside exposed.
"That's right," he smirked when you turned back around. He was leaning against the doorframe looking so casually sexy that you could've drooled...from between your legs.
"And since you chose my outfit," you trailed off while taking Mingi's hips in your hand and pulling him close. "Can I choose yours?"
"Mmm," he pretended to consider it, but he always gave in whenever you asked him something. Mingi was a big softie no matter how rough he looked on stage. "What did you have in mind?"
"Faded jeans," you whispered first with a squeeze to his ass those very same jeans would cover. "And your white t-shirt that you have on right now," you smirked as you ran your hands up his chest and torso. "And then, since it's a little cold today and you have me in a dress, your brown leather jacket that I plan to steal."
"I do love the way you look in my clothes," he smirked as he pulled you with him to his closet. The two of you were inseparable. Even at events when most of the other guys left their pets at home, Mingi always brought you, claiming you were the only one who could do his hair right.
Mingi was a tease while he changed. He jokingly danced and slid his pants lower before tossing them at you. When he tugged the jeans on the zipper got caught on his bulge and you laughed before helping him tuck it all away.
"Maybe I need some bigger pants," he laughed as he did the button.
"Or a smaller dick," you joked.
"Never," he laughed and slid the jacket on before taking your hand.
The two of you slid on some easy sandals by the door and were off. The elevator down was comfortable with an easy silence and the outside welcomed you with whistling birds and warm sunlight. The slight chill of the wind blew by making you shiver a little, and Mingi, as always, handed over his coat.
"Thank you," you accepted it and took his hand again. He slowed his strides so you could keep up and didn't spend much time looking at the lake in favor of watching you. You could feel his eyes and were sure he knew what you were thinking...knew of the secret you'd yet to tell him.
"Mingi," you sighed and stopped your walk. "I have something to tell you."
Mingi stopped, too, and turned with an equally nervous expression. "I have something to tell you too."
"Okay you first," you permitted, your hands sweating in his.
"No you," he said as he took your other hand.
You swallowed anxiously and nodded while squeezing his fingers. "I'm..." you began, but paused as the word caught in your throat.
"Let's get married," Mingi blurted out.
"Pregnant," you confessed at the same time.
"You're pregnant?" he gasped in awe.
"You want to get married?" you spoke over him in complete shock
"Yes," you both said together.
"Mingi," you placed your hand on his cheek. "I'd love to marry you, baby. But is that still..."
"Yes," he interrupted. "Yes, I still want to marry you."
"But...I'm pregnant, Mings," you repeated, watching his eyes light up at the nickname as always.
"I sort of knew, but I wasn't sure," he admitted shyly. "It's why I kept kissing your stomach in the morning."
"H-how did you know?" you asked.
"Well...you haven't let me see your stomach in a while..." he said. "And we've had sex for like...two months straight without you having a period."
"Oh..." you mumbled, realizing you hadn't kept the secret well at all. "Well...is that why you want to marry me? Because that's not a good enough reason Mingi. You deserve to have true love. Not a situation that made you feel like you had to take on that responsibility."
"I am in love," he smiled sweetly. "And I didn't know at all when I bought this," Mingi reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box. "I grabbed it when the sweatpants were in your face," he laughed as he presented it and got down on one knee.
"Mingi..." you began to cry, tears welling faster than you could wipe them.
"(Y/n)," Mingi began with teary eyes and a smile so wide it was brighter than the sun. "I love you. I've known I loved you since the second I saw you and decided I needed you, and I've fallen more in love with you every day. And I know this is fast, but why should we wait to be happier?"
You squeezed his hand in response, completely agreeing.
"Will you allow me the privilege of getting to call you my wife? Will you marry me?" he asked.
Before he could even finish his sentence you were nodding, and repeating, "Yes, absolutely. Yes!" over and over again.
Mingi slipped the ring onto your finger and got up excitedly. You wrapped your arms around him and jumped onto his waist, letting him spin you around.
The kiss was magical, a promise that you would love him forever and that he'd do the same.
"Get a room," Jongho joked as he walked by, but you both ignored it. Nothing could ruin this moment.
"You're going to be a mom," he whispered eagerly when he pulled away and set you down.
"And you're going to be a dad," you grinned through happy tears while holding his hand.
"And we'll be a family," he hugged you close and wrapped you tight while realizing his entire world was in his hands.
-> Summary: On a sleepless night, Y/n finds herself sharing a quiet, intimate moment with Mingi, who shows up unannounced and in need of comfort. Y/n reminds Mingi that he won’t ever be a burden and that she’ll always be there for him—no matter the hour.
-> Word count: 1251
The soft hum of the overhead fan filled the quiet living room. The warm glow of fairy lights draped across the wall above the television gave the space a cozy vibe. Y/n sat cross-legged on the sofa with a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands. She had always loved this time of the night—when the world seemed to calm down, the chaos of the day being left behind.
But tonight wasn’t like most nights. Tonight, Mingi was here.
He was sat on the floor in front of her, leaning against the sofa with a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders like a cape. He somehow managed to make himself appear much smaller than he was as he huddled closer to the blanket’s warmth. The glow from the lights cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the pout of his lips and the tiredness in his eyes.
“Y/n/n,” he murmured, tilting his head so he’d be able to look at her. “You should go to bed. It’s late.”
She chuckled softly, taking a sip of her tea. “You’re one to talk. Aren’t you the one who came over unannounced at midnight saying you couldn’t sleep?”
Mingi’s lips twitched into a sheepish smile. “Okay, that’s fair. But you shouldn’t have to stay up and lose sleep just because I’m restless.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, before placing her mug on the coffee table. “I want to stay up with you.”
His eyes widened slightly, and a soft blush could be seen creeping up his cheeks. “You don’t have to, you know? I’ll feel bad if you don’t get enough sleep and end up being tired tomorrow.”
Y/n reached down, gently tugging on the edge of his blanket. “Mingi, I’m doing this because I want to. Besides, it’s not every day I get to hang out with you like this. You’re always busy being an idol.”
The slight teasing tone in Y/n’s voice seemed to make him relax, and he gave her a lopsided grin before turning back to the television, where a random nature documentary was playing. The narrator’s voice filled the room as footage of small penguins waddling across an icy landscape appeared on the screen. Mingi pointed at a particularly clumsy baby penguin while laughing softly.
“Look at that one,” he said, voice warm and amused. “That’s me whenever our dance practices run late.”
Y/n burst out laughing, the sound echoing around the room. “You’re not that bad! If anything, you’re more like the penguin up front, the one leading the group.”
He looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with playful disbelief. “Do you mean to say I’m a natural-born leader?”
“Obviously,” she teased him again, nudging his shoulder with her foot. “The penguin king of the K-pop world.”
Mingi threw his head back, laughing in that unrestrained way that never failed to make her heart feel like it was wrapped in the warmest of hugs. His laugh was definitely one of her favourite things about him—it was loud, and it was contagious, and so uniquely Mingi.
As his laughter faded, Mingi leaned his head back against the couch, gazing up at her sweetly. His expression softened, the playfulness giving way to something quieter. “Thanks for putting up with me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Y/n frowned, leaning forward so she’d be able to meet his gaze more directly. “What are you on about?”
“Just…” He shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. “I’m aware, you know? That I can be a lot sometimes. Showing up at the weirdest hours, rambling about something random most of the time, always taking up your time when you probably have better things to do…” He trailed off, looking embarrassed.
Y/n’s heart squeezed at the vulnerability she heard in his voice. She reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Mingi, I don’t ‘put up’ with you. I enjoy spending time with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of the day or the middle of the night, you’re always welcome here.”
He blinked up at her, lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something more but no words would come out. After a moment, he smiled—the softest, most genuine smile she’d ever seen from him and one that made her chest feel light.
“You’re too good to me, Y/n/n,” he said, his voice tinged with awe.
She shook her head, a grin tugging at her lips. “Nah, I think you might just have really bad taste in friends.”
Mingi laughed again, the tension in his shoulders easing bit by bit as he relaxed against the couch. “If that’s the case, then I’m glad I have terrible taste.”
The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, the documentary long forgotten as they simply basked in each other’s presence. Y/n reached for her mug again, the warmth seeping into her palms as she took a sip. Mingi, still sitting on the floor, leaned his head back, his eyes slowly fluttering shut.
For a moment, she thought he might have fallen asleep, but then she heard his soft and drowsy voice. “Y/n?”
“Hmm?” she hummed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the sofa’s armrest.
“Do you think the penguins ever feel lonely out there? On the ice.”
She cocked an eyebrow, caught off guard by his question. “I don’t know,” she replied thoughtfully. “But they’ve got their group, right? Their friends and family? They stick together, even when it’s cold and hard.”
Mingi nodded slowly, his eyes still closed. “I think that’s nice. Having people who’ll always stick with you, no matter what.”
Y/n smiled, reaching down to ruffle his hair gently. “You’ve got that too, you know. Your members, your fans…me.”
His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at her. There was something different in his gaze—something tender and unspoken. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I know that.”
The warmth in his voice made Y/n’s heart skip a beat, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in the penguins on the documentary. But out of the corner of her eye, she could see the small, happy smile that lingered on his lips.
As the night wore on, Mingi eventually climbed up onto the couch, sprawling out like a giant cat and causing Y/n to laugh at how much space he took up, but she didn’t complain when he decided to rest his head on her lap, the blanket still comfortably wrapped around him.
“Are you comfy?” she asked, her tone lightly teasing.
“Very,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of her pyjama trousers. “Don’t move. You’re a good pillow.”
Y/n simply rolled her eyes not really protesting, her hand instinctively coming down to run through his hair. The strands soft beneath her fingers, and she could feel him relax even more against her.
The documentary eventually came to an end, the television screen going dark except for the faint glow of the paused menu. Y/n glanced down at Mingi, only to realise that his breathing had evened out, his face peaceful as he finally managed to drift off to sleep.
She smiled to herself, leaning her head back against the couch. “Don’t be silly, Mingi,” she whispered, echoing her words from their earlier conversation. “I’ll always stay up with you.”
And as the first light of dawn began to creep through the living room’s curtains, Y/n closed her eyes, the warmth of Mingi’s comforting presence lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
15. "I don’t care about me. I care about the fact that you’re bleeding."
The smell of floor wax and over-circulated air usually wouldn’t be the backdrop for a romantic getaway, but with Mingi, the local sports club felt like a private playground.
You zipped up your light hoodie, adjusting your grip on the badminton racket. Opposite you, Mingi was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his long limbs looking deceptively clumsy until he snapped into a professional-grade ready stance. He flashed a grin that was all teeth and mischief, the fluorescent lights catching the sweat already glistening on his forehead.
"Ready to lose?" he teased, spinning his racket like a baton. "I’ll go easy on you for the first five points. Maybe."
"Don’t you dare," you shot back, narrowing your eyes. "If I win this set, you’re buying the extra-large spicy rice cakes on the way home. And you're paying for the extra cheese."
Mingi laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed off the high ceiling. "And when I win? You have to wear that neon green headband I bought you for the entire walk back to the car. No hood allowed."
The bet was set. For the next hour, the air was filled with the frantic thwack of the shuttlecock and the squeal of sneakers on the polished wood. Mingi was a menace. He used his height to deliver smashes that felt like they were breaking the sound barrier, but you were scrappy. You dived for drops, lunged for clears, and managed to frustrate him by returning shots he was certain were winners.
"How!" he yelled, doubled over and laughing after you barely clipped the net with a lucky return. "That’s physics-defying! You’re cheating!"
"It’s called talent, Mingi! Look it up!"
By the time the badminton match ended—a narrow victory for him that involved a very dramatic celebratory dance—you were both breathless and glowing with adrenaline. You spent the next hour bouncing between the ping-pong tables and a quick, chaotic game of one-on-one basketball where he mostly just held the ball above his head while you tried to climb him like a tree to reach it.
As you were heading toward the equipment closet to drop off the basketball, your foot brushed against something heavy and textured. You looked down and saw a stray American football tucked into the corner of a rack.
"Oh, look!" You picked it up, the pebble-grain leather cool against your palms. "I’ve always wanted to learn how to play this."
Mingi arched a skeptical eyebrow, wiping his face with a towel. "Football? Since when are you a gridiron fan?"
"I'm not," you admitted, turning the oval ball over in your hands. "But I grew up watching those cheesy high school romcoms. You know the ones. The main character always falls for the guy in the varsity jacket. The 'cool guys' always played football."
Mingi paused, a mock-offended look crossing his face. He put his hands on his hips, leaning back slightly. "Excuse me? Not every cool guy plays football,. Some of us were busy being world-class performers and rappers. I think I’ve done alright for myself without a helmet."
You chuckled, nudging his shoulder. "Oh, you’re definitely cool, Song Mingi. But look at this thing—how do people even hold it?"
You fumbled with the ball, your fingers slipping over the laces. It was awkward and much heavier than it looked on TV. Mingi watched with an amused smirk, waiting for you to drop it, but eventually, you found a grip that felt somewhat secure.
"See? I’ve got it," you said proudly. "Heads up!"
You threw it. It wasn't a spiral; it was more of a wounded duck that wobbled through the air, but it reached him. Mingi caught it effortlessly with one hand, his large palm engulfing the ball.
"Nice," he praised, though the tilt of his head suggested he was being generous.
"Throw it back!" you called out, backing up a few paces.
Mingi hesitated, his expression shifting from playful to cautious. "I don't know. You don’t really know how to catch this. If it hits your fingers the wrong way, it’ll jam them. Or worse. Maybe we should just stick to the shuttlecock."
"Don't be a partypooper," you complained, waving your hands in the air. "I’m a natural. I’ll be fine. Just toss it!"
He sighed but relented, tossing it underhand with the gentlest arc possible. You lunged forward, catching it against your chest with a loud thump. It stung a little, but the rush of success drowned it out.
"See!" You laughed, your voice echoing in the gym. "Triumph! I’m a natural!"
You threw it back to him—a slightly better throw this time—and took five big steps backward. "Again! Throw it again!"
"Don't test your luck," Mingi warned, a dimple showing as he fought back a smile. "You’re getting cocky."
"I have potential, Mingi! I could be the next NFL player. The scouts just haven't found me yet!"
He laughed, the sound bright and genuine. He stepped back himself, giving the ball a little more juice. It zipped through the air. You managed to snag it again, though it nearly knocked the wind out of you. You squealed in genuine excitement, dancing a little jig on the court.
"One more!" you shouted, backing up until you were nearly at the opposite baseline. The distance between you was significant now.
Mingi shook his head, holding the ball at his side. "Okay no, this is way too far. You can't see how fast it’s going from this distance. Let’s head to the cafe, I’m hungry."
"Oh, come on!" You cupped your hands around your mouth. "Don't be such a pussy, Song! Trust me! I’ve got 'varsity girlfriend' energy today!"
Mingi’s eyes widened at the jab. A challenge was a challenge. "Fine! Don't say I didn't warn you!"
He took a deep breath, shifted his weight, and brought his arm back. This wasn't a gentle toss. He put the strength of his shoulder into it, his form perfect as he snapped his wrist. The ball left his hand in a tight, beautiful spiral—a professional-grade pass that hissed through the air.
In slow motion, you realized two things. One: the ball was coming much faster than the previous ones. Two: the glare from the overhead lights was hitting the trajectory perfectly, blinding you for a split second.
You reached out your hands, but the ball didn't hit your palms.
SMACK.
The sound was sickeningly solid. The football collided directly with the bridge of your nose and your forehead. The force was enough to snap your head back, your legs giving out beneath you. You didn't even have time to yell. You simply tipped over, landing hard on your butt, the world spinning in a kaleidoscope of bright spots and dull thuds.
"Y/n!"
Mingi’s voice sounded like it was underwater. You groaned, rubbing the back of your head where it had bounced off the floor, though the real pain was radiating from the center of your face.
"All good... I'm all good" you muttered, though your voice sounded nasal and thick.
You heard his footsteps—heavy, frantic thuds—approaching you. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have thrown it that hard, I'm an idiot—"
He skidded to a stop on his knees beside you. He reached out to cup your face, but the moment he actually saw you, he froze.
Mingi went deathly pale. His jaw dropped, and his eyes grew so wide you could see the whites all the way around his pupils. He looked like he had just seen a ghost—or a horror movie monster.
"Mingi?" you asked, squinting through the watering in your eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? It's just a bump, right?"
You started to push yourself up, but Mingi’s hands landed on your shoulders, pressing you back down with surprising firmness.
"No, no, no," he stammered, his voice climbing an octave. "Stay down. Please stay down."
"Is there a bump?" you asked, your voice sounding thick and hollow in your own ears. You tried to squint up at him, but the overhead gym lights were making the dull throb in your forehead sharpen into a spike of pain. "Mingi? Do I have a huge knot on my forehead?"
Mingi swallowed heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing convulsively in his throat. He looked like he was witnessing a mid-air plane crash. "Not... not exactly a bump."
You felt a strange, blooming warmth spreading across your upper lip. It felt like a stray drop of water at first, but it was too heavy, too viscous. Shaking off his hovering hands, you reached up and swiped a finger under your nose. When you pulled your hand back, your vision blurred for a second before focusing on the bright, daunting crimson staining your skin.
"Oh shit," you said simply.
That one syllable seemed to be the trigger that sent Mingi into a full-blown tailspin. He let out a strangled noise, his hands flying to his hair, tugging at the black strands. "Oh? Oh? Y/n, you’re leaking! There is actual blood coming out of your face!"
He scrambled to his feet, spinning in a circle as if looking for a fire extinguisher or a miracle. "It’s going to be okay! Everything is fine! We’re going to fix this!" He suddenly cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed toward the far end of the sports club where a few staff members were staring. "SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE! NOW! SHE’S BLEEDING OUT!"
"Mingi, sit down," you groaned, feeling a bit lightheaded as the blood began to drip onto your white t-shirt. "You're making a scene. It’s just a nosebleed."
He ignored you, collapsing back onto his knees beside you. His face was a mask of pure agony, his eyes darting frantically over your features. "Tilt your head! No, wait, do you tilt it back or forward? I read somewhere that if you tilt it back you choke, but if you tilt it forward you lose more. y/n, please don't choke!"
He was vibrating with nervous energy, his large frame casting a shadow over you that shook with every panicked breath he took. "This is all my fault. I’m an idiot. I’m a giant, clumsy, over-competitive idiot. Why did I throw it that hard? I have the arm strength of a professional athlete and the brain of a grape."
"Mingi, hey," you reached out, trying to grab his bouncing knee. "Look at me. Calm down. I’m fine. I’ve had worse scrapes falling off my bike."
"I don’t care about me!" he shot back, his voice cracking with emotion. He looked genuinely distraught, his lower lip trembling slightly. "I care about the fact that you’re bleeding! Why isn't anyone helping? WHERE IS THE AMBULANCE?" he roared again, looking toward the entrance with an expression of pure fury.
A staff member finally came jogging over, looking significantly less panicked than Mingi, and handed him a thick wad of industrial-grade paper tissues.
Mingi snatched them like they were made of gold. "Thank you! Finally!"
Without a second of hesitation, he bunched the tissues up and pressed them firmly—perhaps a bit too firmly—against the bottom of your nose.
"Ow! Mingi, easy!" you winced, flinching away from the pressure.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He let out a low, miserable groan, his shoulders slumping as he maintained the pressure with a shaking hand. "I broke your face. I actually broke my girlfriend’s face with a stupid ball. The fans are going to kill me. I'm going to kill me."
Despite the throbbing in your nose, you couldn't help but chuckle, the sound muffled by the paper. "You didn't break my face, you drama queen. My nose is still there. I can feel it."
"It shouldn't be bleeding this much," he whispered, his eyes finally softening, though they were still misty with worry.
"It was my fault," you reminded him, your voice sounding like you had a permanent cold. "I’m the one who called you names and told you to throw it. I thought I was a pro. Turns out, I’m just a girl who got hit by a giant brown egg."
Mingi let out a shaky, reluctant breath. "I mean... you did call me a pussy. And you were being very cocky about your NFL prospects." He paused, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone just above the tissue. "But I should have known better. I'm supposed to protect you, not use you for target practice."
You reached up, your hand finding his forearm. His skin was warm, and you could feel the tension in his muscles. You rubbed your thumb gently against his arm, trying to ground him. "Mingi, look at me. I'm okay. I promise. It’s just a story to tell later. 'The day Song Mingi almost took me out with a spiral.'"
He looked down at your hand on his arm, then back at your eyes. The panic was slowly receding, replaced by a pout that was both adorable and ridiculous. He sighed, a long, dramatic sound that ruffled your hair.
"I hate you," he muttered softly, though the way he was looking at you—with such raw, terrifyingly deep affection—said the exact opposite.
"Love you too," you smirks, the movement of your lips shifting the tissue.
Mingi noticed the shift and immediately panicked again, shoving the tissues back up with renewed vigor. "Don't move! I said don't move!"
"Ow!!!" you yelped, flinching again as he applied the pressure of a man trying to plug a dam.
"Stay still," he commanded, his bossy side returning now that he was sure you weren't actually dying. "You're lucky I'm here to save you from yourself."
TW : Unprotected sex ( dont do this ), Oral (F), Fingering, SoftBoy Mingi ♥️
WC : 3k
In honor of our princesses birthday ♥️🤣
"Why isnt the entry light on? We always leave it on." Mingi comments as the two of you step into your pitch black apartment. "I think its out" you say nonchalantly "Go turn on the living room light" Taking out your phone, you press record right before he flips the switch.
'SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY'
The room erupts into cheers and a off key tune of Happy Birthday as Mingi stands, mouth open and stunned. Slowly he turns to face you, eyes sparkling with excitement. "You planned this?" He asks's. You cant help but smile up at him. "Yes" you say "With alot of help from Yunho" you add as Mingis best friend comes over to hug him, followed by the rest of your friend group. As the cheers and singing die down, Mingi is still in a state of disbelief. He looks around the room, taking in the decorations, the cake, and the familiar faces of his friends. Yunho, his best friend, grins at him, clearly proud of the part he played in pulling off this surprise.
"You guys... this is amazing," Mingi finally manages to say, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe you all did this for me." You step closer to him, taking his hand. "Of course we did. You deserve it. It's not every day you turn 27." Mingi's friends start to gather around, each offering their own well-wishes and hugs. The room is filled with laughter and the sound of clinking glasses as everyone raises a toast to the birthday boy. As the night goes on, the apartment fills with the sounds of music, conversation, and bursts of laugher.
Mingi seems to be enjoying every minute, chatting with his friends and soaking up the attention, never letting you be out of arms reach from him. His hand often finding yours or his arm wrapping around your waist. He leans down, lips brushing against your ear "This night... it's perfect. You're perfect. Thank you." He kisses your cheek. You turn your head to look at him as he pulls back a bit, you give him a smile right before he leans in and gives you a soft kiss. "I love you" he says as he pulls back. Before he can get far, you hand comes to cup the back of his neck, pulling him back to you.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise as you guide him back to you. You can feel the warmth of his skin against your palm as your hand rests on the back of his neck, and you lean in, meeting his lips in a soft, tender kiss. His lips are gentle and warm, and you can taste the sweetness of the cake he just ate. He deepens the kiss slightly, the arm around your waist pulling you close to him. Your lost in the feel of his mouth when you hear the groan next to you "Will you two get a room" Wooyoung whines. When you pull back, you're both breathless. "I love you," he whispers again, his voice hoarse with emotion.
You smile at him, your thumb gently caressing the back of his neck. "I love you too, Mingi." Standing on your tip toes you move your mouth to his ear, your hot breath fanning over his skin. "When everyone leaves, thats when I'll give you your gift from me" you whisper, giving him a devilish smile as you pull back, releasing him. A playful smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "Well, I can't wait to see what you have in store for me." You wink at him "Youll just have to see"
Just then, Yunho approaches, "Alright lovebirds, I need the birthday boy. Its time for our presant" Mingi raises an eyebrow, "I thought we always agreed no presents guys. You know I hate the fuss" He says looking around at his group of friends. Yunho just grins and pulls out a small, elegantly wrapped box from behind his back. "Mingi, it's your birthday. You deserve a little fuss. Besides, this is from all of us, not just me." Mingi carefully unwraps the paper, revealing a sleek, black box. Opening it to reveal a beautiful silver chain. Mingi carefully lifts the silver chain from its velvet bed, his fingers tracing the intricate links. "It's beautiful, Guys. Thank you," he says, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
Yunho grins, clearly pleased with Mingi's reaction. "There's more. Turn it over." Mingi does as instructed and discovers a small, delicate charm attached to the chain. It's a tiny, silver number 8, to represent his best friends. "Guys, this is... this is incredible," Mingi murmurs, his eyes shining with emotion. "I don't know what to say." Hongjoong claps him on the shoulder, his own eyes a bit misty. "You don't have to say anything, buddy. Just know that we all care about you, and we wanted to give you something special." Mingi looks at the silver number 8 charm, his fingers gently touching the delicate engraving.
"Eight... for my best friends," he says softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I can't believe you all did this for me." Jongho nods, his expression serious. "Mingi, you mean the world to all of us. We wanted to give you something that would remind you of our friendship, no matter where you go or what you do." Mingi's eyes well up with tears, and he quickly blinks them away, a sheepish smile on his face. "You guys are going to make me cry. I'm supposed to be the one crying on my birthday, not you!" The room erupts in laughter, and the tension breaks. Mingi pulls each of his friends into a tight hug, murmuring his thanks. When he gets to you, he holds you a little longer, his voice low and emotional. "Thank you for being a part of this. For being a part of my life." You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Always, Mingi. Always."
As the night continues, the atmosphere is filled with even more warmth and camaraderie. The friends mingle, sharing stories and laughter, and Mingi can't seem to stop smiling. He keeps touching the chain. As the night wears on the party winds down, guests start to leave. Soon its just the two of you, you make promises of cleaning up in the morning as you head to your bedroom. Mingi quickly comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his mouth finding your neck as he plants gentle kisses along your skin. "I cant thank you enough" he says between kisses "If I remember correctly, you said something about a gift"
You cant help but giggle at the feel of his mouth on your skin, turning in his arms to face him "yes, yes. I have to go get it give me a minute" you say as you give him a kiss before slipping off to the bathroom. You steady your breath as you close the door and go over to your side of the sink, opening the cabinet to grab the bag you hid earlier. After a few minutes you emerge, walking back into your bedroom, in nothing but one of Mingis black oversized shirts, a small black box in hand. "Its a two part gift really." you say. Mingi takes in your appearance, his gaze lingering on the way his shirt clings to your curves and falls just above your thighs. He swallows hard, "You look... incredible," he murmurs, his voice husky. "Thank you" you say making your way to him. You come to stand in between his legs as he sits on the bed, holding out the box. "Open this one first"
Mingi takes the box, looking up at you, a playful smirk on his face. "You're making me wait on purpose, aren't you?" You just shrug, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Maybe. But I promise it'll be worth it." He chuckles, shaking his head, but his eyes never leave yours as he carefully unwraps the box. Inside, nestled in velvet, is a bracelet, the matching one to the chain the guys got him. Mingi carefully lifts the bracelet from its velvet bed, his fingers tracing the intricate design. As he turns it over, he notices the small heart on the clasp, engraved with your initials. His eyes widen in realization, and a slow, emotional smile spreads across his face. "You got me a matching bracelet," he says softly, his voice filled with wonder. You nod, givingn him a smile.
His hands wrap around you again, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I love you so much," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Thank you for making my birthday unforgettable." You rest your head against the top of his. "I love you too, Mingi" As you pull back, Mingi takes your hand, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "So, what's the second part of the gift?" he asks, a playful glint in his eye. Your cheeks flush, "Me" you say softly "You can start unwrapping now" your hands smooth down the front of his shirt. Mingi's eyes darken as your hands smooth down the front of his shirt, his breath hitching slightly. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "And what exactly am I unwrapping?"
You step closer, as you look down at him. "Me," you repeat, your voice soft but filled with promise. "All of me. For you." His hands gently slide up the side of your exposed thighs. "Its my lucky day" he says as his hands come to pop the first button open at the top. His large hands move quickly, undoing every button till he gets to the bottom. Slowly pushing the shirt from your shoulders to pool at your feet. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you, standing before him in the matching black lace bra and underwear set you carefully chose just for him. The lace hugs your curves, accentuating every line and shadow, and his breath catches in his throat as he drinks you in.
"Wow," he breathes, his voice a low rumble of appreciation. "You look... incredible." You step closer, your body brushing against his "Happy birthday, baby," you whisper, your voice soft and inviting. "I wanted to give you something special, something just for you." Mingi's hands find your hips, pulling you down to straddle his lap. You can feel the hard length of him pressing against your core. He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matches your own. His hands roam your body, tracing the lace of your bra, the curve of your waist, the swell of your hips. You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your underwear, teasing the sensitive skin of your lower back.
"You're driving me crazy," Mingi murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse. "I want to explore every inch of you, to taste you, to feel you." You pull back slightly, looking into his eyes, seeing the depth of his desire and love reflected back at you. "Then what are you waiting for?" you challenge, a playful smile on your face. "I'm all yours." With a growl, he scoops you up flipping you on to the bed. He lays you down gently, his body covering yours as he settles between your thighs. You can feel him, pushing against your already wet center. His lips find yours once more, and you lose yourself in the kiss, in the feel of his body against yours, grinding ever so slightly against your lace covered pussy. His hands roam your body, teasing and you arch into his touch, eager for more.
His hands are everywhere, tracing the curves of your body, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the lace of your bra. You arch into his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers find the clasp of your bra, deftly unhooking it and sliding the straps down your shoulders. He pulls back slightly, taking in the sight of you, your breasts now bare and heaving with anticipation. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, "I could look at you all night." You reach up, cupping his face in your hands, pulling him back down for another kiss. "I want you to do more than look," you whisper against his lips. Mingi groans against your mouth, and his hands are on you again, exploring every inch of your skin. He trails kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, and lower, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing until you're arching off the bed, crying out his name.
His hands roam lower, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down slowly, teasingly. You lift your hips, helping him slide the lace off your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. "Spread your legs for me," Mingi commands, "Let me see how wet you are for me." You do as he says, your legs falling open, giving him an unobstructed view of your glistening folds. He groans. "Fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, inching closer to your center. "You make me this way," you whisper, your voice breathless with desire. "Only you."
Mingi leans down, his breath hot against your skin as he trails kisses up your thigh, his tongue darting out to taste you. You cry out, your hips bucking as he finally reaches your center, his tongue exploring your folds, circling your clit, driving you wild with pleasure. You tangle your hands in his hair, holding him close as he feasts on you, his fingers joining his tongue, pushing into you, curling to hit that perfect spot inside. The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as you climb higher and higher. "Mingi," you gasp, your voice a plea. "I'm close. So close."
He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a feral intensity. "Come for me, baby," he growls. "Let me feel you fall apart. Cum on my tongue, let me taste you." And you do, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over you, your cries of release filling the room. Mingi continues to lick and suck, drawing out your orgasm until you're boneless and sated, your body humming with satisfaction. As you come down from your high, Mingi crawls up your body, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on him. "You're amazing," Mingi murmurs against your lips, his voice filled with awe and love. "I love you so much."
You smile, "I love you too. More than you-" You gasp as you feel the head of Mingi's cock press against your entrance. Mingi looks into your eyes, "I want to be inside you," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "I want to feel you wrap around me." You open your legs wider, wraping you arms around his back, pulling him closer, guiding him to your entrance. "Then take me," you whisper back "Make me yours." With a low groan, he pushes into you, filling you completely in one smooth thrust. You cry out, your body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation of being filled by him overwhelming and perfect. He starts to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you meeting his every thrust. Your bodies are slick with sweat, sliding against each other as you chase the pleasure building between you. "Mingi," you moan, your nails digging into his back as you hold him close. "You feel so good."
He captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss as his body moves against yours. The dual sensations are intoxicating, and you can feel another orgasm building, your body coiling tight with the promise of release. He pulls back, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to thrust into you. "I love you," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you so much." Tears well up in your eyes at his words, and the feeling of overstimulation "I love you too," you moan. And with those words, you let go, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure washing through you. Mingi follows soon after, his cock buried deep in you, filling you with his cum. Your bodies moving in perfect sync as you ride out it out together.
As you come down from the high, Mingi collapses on top of you, his body heavy and sated. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close, your hearts beating in time. "That was... incredible," Mingi murmurs, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction. "You're incredible. This was the best birthday ever." You smile, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "I'm happy you enjoyed it" Mingi lifts his head, a playful smirk on his face as he looks down at you. "Enjoyed it? Baby, that was more than just enjoyment. That was... transcendental." You laugh, a soft, contented sound. "Well, I'm glad I could make your birthday unforgettable." He rolls off you, pulling you into his arms so that you're both lying on your sides, facing each other. His fingers trail gently down your spine, sending shivers of pleasure through you. "You always make everything unforgettable," he says, his voice soft and serious. "Just being with you is enough to make any day special."
He reaches up, cupping your cheek in his hand, his thumb gently caressing your skin."I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so grateful that you're mine." You lean into his touch, smile on your lips, closing your eyes, savoring the moment, the feel of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart, the love that surrounds you like a warm, comforting blanket. In this moment, you know that you're exactly where you're meant to be, with the person you're meant to be with, and that nothing could ever change that. "Same baby same. I love you, happy birthday"
Yunho expresses concerns about leaving you alone to sleep with a potential concussion, so Hongjoong asks Mingi to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't die in your sleep.
But what happens when you ask a horny man who's never seen a woman before to keep an eye on a woman while she sleeps? Can he keep his hands to himself?
***Below is JUST the SMUT portion of the chapter (for those looking to skip past the plot to get to the juicy filling inside).***
For the FULL CHAPTER, and the full story, read on AO3 here.
Featured in this chapter: Song Mingi x Female Reader | Dominant Reader, Sexual Education, Slight Dacryphilia, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Mirror Sex, Creampie, Cuddling
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🔞🔞🔞 Mature Content Ahead: Minors do not interact! 🔞🔞🔞
Mingi stared at you through the one-way mirror for a while, trying hard to keep his observations purely analytical, but he couldn’t stop his heart from racing in his chest with every subtle movement you made.
The shape of your curves under the fabric of the clothes he lent to you made something in the back of his head go numb, and soon the “analytical observations” were lost to a daze, his body feeling hazy and his mouth salivating at the thought of feeling how you felt in the fabric.
He tried so hard to shake those fantasies from his head, but the harder he tried to suppress them, the more wild the images became.
Mingi finally shot up from his seat and turned away from the widow, exhaling hard as he rubbed at his face with both hands. “I just need to walk it off.” He slapped at his cheeks to pull himself out of his stupor, “Yeah, I just need a walk.”
He glanced back at you from the window and then pulled himself away to get himself out of the room, finally feeling like he could breathe properly once he was out in the hallway. He undid the top few buttons of his white button up shirt, loosening the collar a bit to cool himself off.
Mingi paced the hall for a bit, clearing his mind and finally deciding that his imagination was only wandering so much from the lack of sleep. The separation from the room allowed him to clear his brain a bit from those strange thoughts.
“Alright…” He muttered to himself, taking in a deep breath and shaking out the last of the haze from his head. “Let’s get back to it.”
He entered the room again, and the moment his eyes landed back on you, the haze returned and Mingi let out a small whine of frustration.
However, a sudden realization broke him from his trance. At some point, you had rolled over onto your side away from the window, and in the darkness of the room, Mingi couldn’t tell if you were breathing or not.
Mingi couldn’t remember the last time he had noted actual movement from you, and you looked unnervingly still from this position, and suddenly all the arousal in his body turned into panic.
He rushed out of the observation room and stopped outside of your door, taking a moment to remind himself that if you were fine, he needed to move carefully as to not wake you. Mingi took the key from his pocket and unlocked the door as silently as he could. He slowly pushed it open, not wanting to disturb or alarm you if you were awake, tiptoeing inside and quietly closing the door behind him.
Mingi then cautiously crept up to your bed, walking light on his feet in a desperate attempt to keep the floorboards from creaking. I’m just making sure she’s still breathing…
He got to your bedside, looking down at you in the faint glow of the moon outside the room’s windows. From this angle, he could finally see the slight rising and falling of your chest that told him you were alive and breathing. Relief washed over him, all the tension he held in his body relaxing at the confirmation that he did not, in fact, let you die in your sleep.
But now that the anxiety from that had gone, the realization that he was alone in a room with you hit him hard, and the haze of arousal returned to his body. Mingi’s heart was pounding so loud in his ears that he was scared it would wake you. He swallowed hard and studied your face, looking for any sign of you stirring from his presence.
Your face wasn’t one he’d seen anything like before, and yet he felt like he’d been waiting his whole life to see it. His breathing was becoming unsteady, his skin flushed. Your lips looked so unbearably soft in this light, and all he wanted to do was feel them against his. His mouth parted, tongue becoming heavy as his mind buzzed with the thought.
Before his better judgement could get a hold of him, he started leaning down, bringing his face close to yours.
Just as his mouth was about to press against yours, you reached out and grabbed Mingi by his arm, using his surprise to your advantage as you pulled him off his balance and threw him onto the bed. You drew the fountain pen out from under your pillow and pressed the sharp nib to his throat as you jumped onto him, straddling his stomach and pinning him down.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You hissed low, pushing the pen deep against his neck.
Mingi just lay there, wide eyed with shock, red-faced and flustered from having been caught, “S-sorry! I promise I didn’t mean any harm by it!”
“You think assaulting a woman in her sleep isn’t doing harm?” You spat, a mixture of ink and blood starting to bead up around where the pen’s sharp nib cut into Mingi’s neck.
“I-I’m sorry! I promise I wasn’t going to go further than that! I… I just…” Mingi looked up at you with a distraught expression, his eyes big and watery as he struggled to find the right words to say, “Y-your lips looked so soft, I just wanted to know how they felt, how you’re…” His eyes sunk down to your chest and then your waist, the breath becoming dense in his lungs as he exhaled, “How your body felt…” He winced as the words that left his mouth, shutting his eyes and turning his head away from where you were jabbing into him with the pen, “I’m sorry! I promise I won’t try and touch you again!”
You looked down at him, this large man looked so sad and pathetic in the moment, on the brink of tears from his guilt. You loosened your grip on the pen a bit, your eyes tracing the lines of his face. His breathing shook, burying half his face into the bedding as he waited for whatever you decided to do next. This large, pink haired man could easily throw you off of him, but he didn’t. His shame kept him in place like a wounded puppy.
You sighed, releasing some of the pressure from the pen so it wasn’t digging into his skin as much. You glanced out the window to the moon peering out from behind rolling clouds in the sky above, “You know, I think I’ve figured it out.”
Mingi’s eyes hesitantly flickered open before he turned to look from your face to the pen in your hand, “F-figured out what?”
You withdrew the pen from his throat and leaned over him, tossing the fountain pen aside, “This is a dream.”
“Wh-what?” Mingi furrowed his brows with confusion.
You nodded, glancing around the room, “Nothing’s made sense since I got hit by that truck.” You tsked, “I’m probably in a hospital room right now, deep in some sort of coma.” You gave Mingi a light slap on the face, “I mean, sure as hell feels real, but I’ve heard stories of people living whole lives while in comas. So it’s the only way any of this makes any sense.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, examining his face, “I fell from the sky and woke up surrounded by young, handsome men.” You chuckled, “It’s all been so annoyingly scary and frustrating, sure. But at least my brain conjured up something nice to dream about while I wait to wake up.”
Mingi stared up at you with a mixture of disbelief and befuddlement, lips opening and pursing together and opening again as he searched for a response, “You think this is a… Dream?”
You rest one arm above his head as you leaned in closer, “You got a better explanation?”
“N-not really…” Mingi gulped, flustered by your closeness. His breathing was haggard, the skin of his face was hot where you stroked it.
You breathed out, “If this is my dream, then I don’t want to be afraid of it…” You traced your fingers from his cheek to the sharp edge of his jaw, then down along the muscles of his neck and over his bobbing Adam’s apple as he swallowed. “I want to be the one in control.” You stroked your thumb over the curve of his clavicle before pressing your palm against his firm pec, squeezing at his chest. This elicited a soft, deep moan from Mingi’s throat, his eyes rolling back slightly as he sucked at his lower lip to muffle the sound coming from him.
The pink haired man beneath you struggled hard to avoid looking you in the eyes, shifting with discomfort as he tried to move the hardening bulge in his pants away from you, but you shifted your hips back to keep him in place.
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his firm length rub at you as you moved, drunk off your own arousal as you leaned down and tickled your nose against his, “You wanted to kiss me, right?”
Mingi gripped at the blanket beneath him, fighting as hard as he could to keep his composure, his own hazy thoughts making it difficult for him to process your words. “Oh, uhm…?” He panted, his breath hot against your lips, “I, uh…”
“So do it.” You stared into his eyes, grinding your hips against his erection beneath the tightening fabric of his pants, your lips just barely hovering above his, “Kiss me.”
In an instant, the man beneath you lifted his head up and pressed his mouth against yours, groaning deep and low in his throat, tickling your body as this sound vibrated through you. His large hands shot up and grabbed at your waist, holding you down against him as he raised his hips up and ground himself between your legs. The fabric of the sweatpants he had lent you stuck to your moistening slick.
The sudden stimulation was too much, you pulled away from his lips and moaned out a quick, “Fuck!” You lowered your head, panting into his neck, “This is a dream…” You raised your eyes up to meet his, “Right?”
Mingi looked at you through dazed, hooded eyes, huffing quick breaths through plump lips slick with your saliva, “It sure as hell feels like one.” He reached a hand up to grab you by the back of your head, pulling you back in to slam his lips to yours, sucking hard before pushing his tongue into your mouth.
You whined into him and rocked your body against his, squeezing your hand over the tensing muscle of his pec. You stroked your fingers down over the ridges of his stomach, untucking his white button up from his suit pants before sliding your hand under his shirt, stroking up and down along his abdominal muscles which flexed as he gently raised his hips up to push against you.
You leaned up, breaking from his grip on your head as you started unbuttoning his shirt. Mingi heaved heavy breaths, staring as you leaned over him in the clothes he gave you, “My shirt… It, uhm…” He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “It looks good on you.”
“Oh yeah?” You chuckled as you finished with the last button, opening up the front of his shirt to get a clear look at his chest. You leaned back and stared into his eyes as you pulled the shirt you were wearing up over your head, exposing your bare breasts to him. You licked at your lip, “How about now?”
The inner corners of his eyebrows furrowed up, his eyes fixed on the subtle bouncing of your chest, the air escaping his lungs with a small whine. He nodded eagerly, gulping hard, “Th-this is m-much better.” He raised a hesitant hand up, “Can I…?”
“Yes.” You grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly against one of your breasts, “You can.”
Mingi let out a whimper as he squeezed your soft flesh. You sucked at your lip when he started massaging you, stroking a large thumb over your hardening nipple. He raised his other hand up to squeeze at your other breast, and you held onto his wrists as you bucked your hips against him.
You leaned down, pushing your breasts and his hands against his chest as you kissed at his throat, listening to the soft pants coming from him as you nibbled gently at his skin. The nibbling quickly turned into sucking, leaving your mark on him in the form of dark red bruises. Your hands stroked at his sides, sliding down to his groin where you started unbuttoning his slacks.
Mingi breathed in sharply as you started pulling down his zipper, his hands moving down to squeeze nervously at your sides, “I, uh…” He swallowed, “I know it goes without saying, but, uh…” You sat back up to look down at him as he stammered, his cheeks bright red and his eyes avoiding yours, “I’ve never had sex with a, uh… Woman… Before…” His bashfulness made your heart flutter.
You cocked a sly eyebrow at him, raising a hand up to gently stroke his cheek, “Goes without saying? Oh sweetie, have more confidence than that.” You rubbed your thumb over his bottom lip, “But that is surprising to hear… A gorgeous man like yourself, hard to imagine how you wouldn’t be constantly be ravaged by lady suitors by now.”
You lowered your head, lips pressing against his, humming against his mouth as your other hand reached into his pants and palmed over his erection throbbing under the fabric of his underwear. He shut his eyes and moaned desperately into your mouth as you rubbed at him, his body writhing against the bed from underneath you.
“Still…” You licked at his tongue and bit his lip, panting against him, “I’d be thrilled to be your first.” Your hand on his cheek slid down to grab his chin, tilting his face up and forcing his eyes to meet yours, “If that’s okay with you, that is?”
Mingi firmly gripped your waist, flipping you suddenly onto your back as he positioned himself over you and between your legs. He grabbed at your throat and kissed you hard, thrusting himself hard against you, his cock straining against the layers of fabric that prevented him from pushing into you. He broke away, chest heaving as he stared into your eyes, “That answer your question?”
You bit your lip, grabbing him by the collar of his open shirt and pulling him in to press his forehead against yours, “Fuck… I want you to fuck me.”
He licked at your lips before leaning back in to suck at them, hands probing your chest before reaching down to hook his thumbs into the sides of your borrowed sweatpants. Mingi then pulled away from your mouth, looking down at you curiously as he started pulling down at your pants, “Bear with me here, I’ve never seen one in person before…”
You raised any eyebrow, raising your hips up to allow him to pull the sweatpants down to your thighs, “Seen what?”
Mingi raised your legs up in the air and pulled your pants off completely, baring your body completely nude before him. The pink haired man dropped the pants off to the side and looked down at your waist with a famished curiosity, rubbing at your pubic area and breathing out slowly, “This…” He leaned back and angled your hips up, spreading your legs open to get a better look at the opening between your legs, his breath catching in his throat as he dragged a thumb along your labia, “A woman’s slit. I’ve never seen a woman before, and now I’m looking at their most private of places…”
His words struck you as perplexing, but in your aroused state, you simply assumed that he had just misspoken and focused more on the fact that you were thrilled to have him touching you.
Mingi dipped his thumb into your moist opening and he flinched a little, his eyes widening with intrigue, “Is… Is it supposed to be this wet?”
A sudden, unexpected hearty chuckle escaped from you, in disbelief to be giving an anatomy lesson to a man this handsome, “Well, you made me this way…” You reached into the front of his open pants and groped at his erection hidden under the fabric of his underwear, “Where you get hard when you’re aroused…” You bucked your hip into his hand as he started sliding his thumb into your cunt, stifling a moan through bit lips, “Women get wet.” Mingi gasped as you started stroking his thick cock harder, and he pushed his thumb deeper into you and started wiggling it inside your depths, causing you to let out a gasp of your own. “Ahhh…” You leaned up and grabbed at the back of his neck with your other hand, pulling his face towards yours as you panted, “It means my body wants yours to be inside of it. I get wet so that your cock can slide into me easier.”
Mingi’s eyes darted between your face and the area between your legs, “So you make your own natural lube…” He replaced his thumb with his pointer and middle fingers, stroking at your slick interior with a look of awe on his face, “Neat.” The curves of his thick knuckles felt exhilarating as he stroked you, making you moan as he pushed his fingers all the way into you.
His cock was rock hard by this point, the tip of his underwear wet with pre-cum. You reached into the fabric and pulled out his hot, twitching member, feeling every vein and wrinkle in your palm as you stroked him. Despite your movements clearly affecting him, Mingi just stared down at your slit as he pushed another finger into you, his fascination with your body overriding the his ability to process the sensations of his own body.
You slid the hand you had at the back of his neck up to pet at his hair, gasping as he attempted to slide a fourth finger into you, “Your name is Mingi, right?”
“Mhmmm…” He was lost in his own mind, watching with uninterruptible wonder while his glistening digits thrust in and out of you, his mouth parting as you clenched around his fingers.
You gripped his hair and pulled his head up, forcing his eyes to yours as you panted, “Mingi, I love how your fingers feel, but…” Your other hand squeezed at his cock, making him flinch forward with a small, breathless whine. “I want your cock inside me so much more right now.”
He withdrew his fingers from you, making your cunt clench longingly at its sudden emptiness. Mingi looked down at himself nervously, “Are.. Are you sure it’ll fit?”
You hooked your legs around his and bucked your hips against him, your hand jerking his erection close to your heat, “Oh, it will…”
Mingi breathed out of his open mouth, his eyebrows knitting upwards as he struggled to decipher how the next steps were supposed to work, “But, what if I hurt you?”
You bit your lip with a sly smile, legs wrapping tight around him to pull him in closer, his breath warm against your mouth as you spoke, “I want you to hurt me.” You lined his tip towards the opening of your cunt, panting desperately and leaning your head back when you couldn’t quite get him into the hole, “Please.”
The inner corners of Mingi’s eyebrows curled up as he stared into your pleading face, his instincts locking in as he reached down, taking his cock from your hand and angling it down, the tip of his erection finally pushing into you.
Just this small amount stretching you open sent you into a frenzy, “Oh fuck!” You writhed against him as he carefully pushed his hips forward, more of his length inching into your tight opening, throbbing against your wet, clenching walls. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, tears rolling down your cheeks and you bucked against him, pushing more of him into you. “Oh yes! More!”
Mingi panted through heavy lips, overwhelmed by the euphoric sensation tightening around his member. His eyes looked glassy, like something primal was possessing him, and whatever was left of his sanity was gone entirely. He leaned over you and bucked his hips forward, moaning deep in his throat as he was finally all the way inside of you, the tip of his cock pushing tight against your cervix.
He drew his hips back and thrust into you again, your whole body quivering against him as he had you filled completely, the pain from his thick member overwhelming and filling all of your senses with him. Despite the fear that he might rip you open, you still wanted more.
You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in, heaving heavy, hoarse breaths into his ear, “Harder.” You whined as he slid out and thrust back in, the exhilarating pain vibrating you in a way that made your mind numb. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you leaned back and moaned, “Fuck me harder.”
Mingi grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above you, pressing them into the mattress as he angled his hips down and bucked into you at a greater speed, pressing his nose against yours and staring into your eyes with an intense gaze. As he continued thrusting into you, his eyes rolled to a close and his lips parted, gasping a rough, “Fuck!” against your lips. “You feel so good…”
He pushed his mouth against yours as his cock continued thrusting into you, his skin slapping yours as each bulging vein and curve of his member massaged you from the inside. Mingi’s tongue slid around your tongue, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, strands of his soft pink hair ticking at your sweat covered forehead
Mingi gripped at both of your wrists with one hand, the other one moving down to resume massaging one of your breasts, moaning into your mouth as his thumb circled your hardened nipple.
You bit down on his lip, your stomach tightening as you raised your hips up to push into Mingi’s thrusts, your legs wrapped tight around his waist to help you as you rocked against him.
It still wasn’t enough. You wanted him deeper. You wanted to be completely enveloped by him.
You pushed your wrists up against his hand, pulling away from his kissing, “H-hold on…” You panted.
Mingi looked down at you with concern, struggling to collect his thoughts as he forced himself to pause his thrusting, his member twitching inside you. “Wh-what? Are you okay?” He let go of your wrists, “Am I hurting you?”
You smiled at his genuine worry. “I’m more than okay, I just want to try another position.” You placed a hand on his chest, “Lean back for me?”
He gave a slight pout of confusion, leaning back away from you as you scooched your body away from him, his cock sliding out of you as you got to your knees.
You glanced towards the mirror on the wall and smirked, positioning your body so that you were facing it, pulling on Mingi’s arm and guiding him behind you. He watched you as you got on all fours in front of him, pressing your butt against his groin as you looked back at him, “Now try fucking me like you just were, from behind.”
Mingi admired your ass pressed against him, how you leaned on your forearms and eagerly waited for him. While still keeping his eyes on you, he quickly threw off his shirt, getting up off the bed for a moment to kick off his shoes, pulling off his underwear and slacks, stepping out of the garments and ripping off his socks as he knelt back onto the bed. He bit his lip as he looked down at you, now fully naked and rubbing his cock before aiming it back towards your dripping cunt. He had to keep himself from biting his lip off completely as he pushed back into you, humming deep and low in his throat as he found himself in you to the hilt once again.
You pressed your forehead into the mattress and gripped at the silk bedding as Mingi’s length pushed deeper into you than it had before with this new position. Spit soaked into the fabric as you moaned against the blanket with hot breath, “Yes! Please Mingi!” You ground your hips against him, “More!”
He grabbed onto your hips and slammed your body against his as he bucked hard against you. His breath heaved from him as he reeled back and thrust into you again and again, his dick sliding against every sweet, tender nerve and ending with a spark of euphoria that vibrated throughout your body. The sound of wet slapping and deep, heated breaths filled the air.
Mingi dug his fingers into your soft flesh, admiring the subtle lines his fingernails left on your flushed skin. He drew one of his hands back and gave you a firm slap on your ass cheek, sucking hard on his lower lip as he relished in how the sound of it filled his ears. You whined into the mattress at the sensation and he looked down at you with a dazed, arousal-drunk smile. He slapped you again before gripping hard at your warm, soft flesh, his head rolling back as he resumed putting his focus into fucking you.
The sensation of him pounding into you from behind, his flesh slapping against you and sending subtle vibrations to your clit, it was quickly becoming too much for you. “Oh god!” You choked into the mattress, “I’m gonna cum!”
Mingi’s eyes shot down to you, rocking against bed with your head down in the blankets. He wanted so badly to see what your face looked like when you came, but he couldn’t do that from this position. He glanced up at the mirror and got an idea.
“Not yet…” He breathed out. Mingi reached down and hooked his arms under your chest, pulling your upper body up off the bed so that you were kneeling upright, your back arched against him. He reached a hand up to grab at your throat, forcing your face to look at the mirror, where you saw the reflection of Mingi staring at you from over your shoulder. His other hand reached down to grab your thigh, spreading you leg open so that he could angle his hips up into you. He panted into the back of your ear as he resumed his thrusting, his cock not quite reaching as deep, but the new position itself was exciting as now you could see how lewd you looked in the mirror, Mingi gripping you and fucking you from behind.
You reached a hand up to grab onto his wrist for stability, your other hand reaching between your legs to rub at your clit, still chasing the orgasm you were approaching before.
You leaned your head back and moaned, “Yes! Just like that!” You panted hard as Mingi gripped you harder, your eyes looking into Mingi’s reflection in the mirror, his gaze intense and locked on you as he thrusted. “Keep going just like that,” you whined.
You rubbed at your clit faster, relishing in the angle at which Mingi’s cock rubbed at you from inside, Mingi bucking his hips in a steadily increasing rhythm. You could feel your core starting to tighten, juices dripping from you as you rapidly approached your peak. You stared into Mingi’s eyes through the mirror, gasping and desperate as the nerves around your clit and cunt started to explode, “Oh fuck!” Mingi held you tighter to keep you in place as you started to convulse against him, your cunt spasming around his length as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through you.
The sight of you writhing against him in euphoric bliss sent Mingi over the edge, as well, his fingernails dragging into your flesh as his thrusting suddenly became more tense and erratic, “Sh-shit!” His voice was deeper in his throat, eyes shutting as the heat in his body was quickly becoming too much, “I-I’m cumming! Fu-uck!” He leaned his face down into the curve your shoulder, hugging your body tight as his thrusting suddenly slowed to small, convulsing movements, hot cum spewing from him and filling you completely, dripping out of your cunt as he continued thrusting upwards into you.
The tingling dregs of ecstasy sputtered out from within you, leaving you to the gravity of your own heavy body as you dropped more into Mingi’s arms. Your haze was lifting and you were left staring at your own delirious image in the mirror, a glowing sheen of sweat coating your skin, a faint line of drool seeping from your open mouth. Mingi’s lips stuck to your neck as he panted into you, his hands reaching in to pull you tighter to him as he rode out the last of his orgasm.
When he could no longer milk anything else out of him, he carefully pulled his limp member from within you, guiding your exhausted body sideways onto the bed before allowing his own tired body to drop in behind yours, hugging your waist close as he tenderly kissed at the back of your neck.
You found the strength to lift yourself up a bit so you could roll over and face the man who just fucked you. A smile grew up your cheeks as you looked at him, his face dawning a blissful blush as his eyes met yours. “Your first time, huh?” You lazily snaked your leg around him and pulled his lower body against yours. You chuckled and gave him a soft peck on the lips as you embraced him with your arms, “You felt like a pro to me.”
He blushed and looked down shyly, the tip of his nose grazing your lips, “I, uh… I just followed my instincts, I guess…”
You stroked a hand down his sweat covered back, laughing against his mouth as he leaned his head back up to kiss you, “One hell of an instinct.”
For the first time since you got here, you started to feel your body relax, your nerves settling with a cozy, post-coital buzz. You continued to stroke Mingi’s back, feeling your body grow heavier, as if you were becoming one with the mattress and with the firm body of the man who embraced you. Your consciousness was quickly floating away to somewhere far off.
You gave Mingi another slow, languid kiss, “Mmmm… This is nice.” Your eyes closed and you nestled your head into Mingi’s arm as he slid it up and under you like a pillow. “This is a nice dream,” you trailed off.
As much as he wanted to keep going, Mingi knew you were in need of sleep, so he just pulled you into his chest and stroked your hair as he kissed the top of your head, “Sleep well, my mysterious pond lady.”
The steady beating of Mingi’s heart lulled you into unconsciousness, his warm body heating you in the cold air of the room.
Mingi lay there for a while, holding you and nuzzling your forehead, taking in your scent and the sound of your breathing which gradually became a rhythmic drone. Your body was warm against his, and he desperately wanted to stay in this moment forever, but he knew he couldn’t be found like this by the others.
When he was certain you were deep in your sleep, as a hint of pink started to blush the early morning sky, Mingi slowly and carefully pulled his arm out from under you and replaced it with a pillow. He crept out of the bed, gently pulling up the blanket and wrapping it around you like a burrito. You moaned slightly in your sleep and curled into the bed’s warmth. The pink haired man slid back on his underwear and pants, putting his arms into the sleeves of his button up shirt, picking up his shoes and socks.
Certain you were really asleep this time, Mingi leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the forehead, whispering a quiet, “Sleep well,” before turning and tiptoeing out of the room. He closed and locked the door behind him, buttoning up the front of his shirt with a giddy smile growing on his face as he walked back to the observation room.
He hoped that the others, and especially Hongjoong, wouldn’t find out. But even if they did, this night would be well worth any punishment coming his way. His heart fluttered and cheeks warmed as he played through the events in his head.
The look on your face as you came around him was beautifully stained into his brain, a stain he hoped would never fade.
Outside the mansion, the sun started to rise on a brand new day.
genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship
summary: different drabbles (??? not sure if this is what its called pls lmk what these are) of how mingi would show his love to you
warnings: descriptions of argument, mention of flying bug
words: 699
a/n: happy birthday to my birthday twin!! Mingi is one of the sweetest people out there and i just have so many thoughts rattling my brain about how he would be to someone he loved. Send him lots of love!!
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Mingi would absolutely remember the little things you told him. In offhand mentions of your favorite sweets, or when you get excited about cute little things when walking together. He gives them to you when you least expect it and beams at you because your happiness makes him happy. When you smile, he smiles, and when you thank him he feels warmth spread across his chest. Anything that makes you feel good sends so much happiness his own way. You’re his precious person, someone he wants to know for a long time. Logically he knows that he can’t ALWAYS make you happy, but he’d be damned if he didn’t spend the rest of his life trying.
Song Mingi may flinch at a lot of things, but he would try REALLY HARD if he felt like you were afraid of something. There was a time that a flying bug was in the bathroom and you screamed for his help. Outside the door with a panicked expression, Mingi took a deep breath and went in. You heard muffled screams and things crashing, and then silence. The only thing that came after that was the sound of a toilet flushing and the sink running. He knew that the two of you would laugh together about it in the end, but if he had to face his fear over and over again so you didn’t have to, he would choose to again and again.
Everyone has a fight here and there. A lighthearted joke that one makes may not land well on a bad day. This time something you said may have cut Mingi a bit deeper than intended and he snapped back, startling you and causing you to feel defensive. “I didn’t mean it like that,” and “and yet you said it??” were being thrown around and honestly it didn’t seem like this was going to stop anytime soon. In the moment of silence that follows, Mingi takes a deep breath. Reaching one hand out to you, palm up he requests one of your own. You stare pointedly at it for a moment before gently laying yours on his, warmth spreading across your palm. Gently squeezing your hand, he offers the olive branch. “Can we start over?”
You would always be his first choice. Not that you would ever make him choose, but he would make a pointed effort to let you know that he would choose you over and over again. In moments of darkness, even without you asking he would appear. He knows your mannerisms like the back of his hand, and thinks his way through when your behavior is a little off. Sometimes he would try to solve your problems for you, telling you that “he’s thought it through and this is the best possible way to go about it,” but relents when he realizes that all you need is for him to be there for him. Since then, he’s made it his priority to let you know that he would always be there for you, even when you acted like you didn’t need him to be. He would support you from a distance if needed, and would offer to take you to your comfort food of choice when you were ready.
Mingi would ask his members for help making your birthday a special one. He knew he had to note down your favorite flavor or dessert (or even if you preferred to have dessert or just dinner), and whether you liked group settings or even liked being in public for your birthday, but he wanted to do more. Yunho would be the first person he went to, and his best friend would tease him to no end, making him do aegyo until he was satisfied before he spilled the beans about what he feels could make the day more YOU. Mingi would gather as much info from every single member, even things that were “i’m not sure if this pertains to them but this is an option!” He would recruit the members to help him decorate the space that was chosen, and he would hold hope within his heart that you would enjoy and have a wonderful day.
