Diamonds & Ash Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams (Mingi)
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).***
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Featured in this chapter: Song Mingi x Female Reader | Dominant Reader, Sexual Education, Slight Dacryphilia, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Mirror Sex, Creampie, Cuddling ***Link to Masterlist***
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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.