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now why did my wonwoo post about feeling like ive not seen him for 5 years get posted twice

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it's time for more svt fake texts aus...... choi seungcheol I'm coming for u 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🫶

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it's barely 2 weeks but I feel like I haven't seen wonwoo in mf 5 years this is sick

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it's barely 2 weeks but I feel like I haven't seen wonwoo in mf 5 years this is sick

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to whoever is currently (deservedly) being dragged through hell by caratblr for thinking that feeding work through ai is in any way permissible or morally okay:

i hope you know you did something horrible. i hope you feel shame. i hope you occupy the hole of self-loathing you dug for yourself. i hope you don't skip responsibility for the hurt you have caused. i hope you reflect on what you did. and then, only after going through all that, i hope you extend yourself to self-forgiveness, even as you know that not all the people you hurt may forgive you.

but only after going through that fire.

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Fuckbuddy - y.jh

Content warning - sexual content,casual sex/fwb dynamics, emotionally complicated relationships, possessive behavior, jealousy, rough sex (consensual), oral sex, light dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, marking (hickeys, bruises), semi-public teasing,blurred boundaries, and unspoken feelings.

MDNI!

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Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who shows up at your place unannounced at 2 a.m. with that smug little smile and a hoodie you know he’s not wearing anything under. “Couldn’t sleep… figured you’d help wear me out.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who gets jealous when you post a selfie looking too good, but instead of saying anything, he just shows up later and ruins you on your couch. “You really want attention that bad baby? You know where to get it.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who sends voice notes while you’re out describing in detail what he would be doing to you if you weren’t so far away. “Hope you’re not with your friends right now.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who pulls your panties down with his teeth just to prove a point. “You’re always so loud when I do this, aren’t you ashamed?”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who acts so cocky and bratty outside the bedroom, but the second you’re on top of him, he’s gasping, gripping your hips, and whispering “Please… don’t stop.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who makes you beg even though he’s the one desperate. “Say it. Say you missed me. Say you want my cock or I’m not giving it to you.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who always makes it look like you’re just friends when you’re out, but under the table? His fingers are up your skirt and he’s got that smirk like it’s a game. “You’re doing so well pretending nothing’s happening.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who gets off on making you lose control. One second he’s teasing, the next you’re crying his name into the mattress. “You always break so easily for me. Pathetic.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who knows exactly which spot to hit and how hard, and he doesn’t stop until your voice is wrecked and your legs are shaking. “One more, baby. You can give me one more.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who leaves you marked on purpose…(bruises, bites, hickeys)so that no matter where you go, everyone knows exactly who had you last night.

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who secretly loves cuddling after, even if he plays it cool. He’s spooning you, hand still wrapped around your thigh like he’s scared you’ll leave. “Tired you out, huh?”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who sends you videos of himself touching his dick while whining and moaning your name just so you know how bad he’s got it for you. “Only think about you. Only ever you.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who can’t help but call during the day just to hear your voice. “Just wanted to hear you. Thinking about last night and I can’t focus.”

Fuckbuddy!Jeonghan who tells you it’s just sex, nothing more… but kisses you like he means it, touches you like he owns you, and whispers “You’re mine.” like it’s a promise.

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[01:43] - kim mingyu

check out my masterlist! // gyu's mlist.

you didn’t cry until they called final boarding.

the airport buzzed around you, all movement and goodbyes and see-you-soons. but yours wasn’t a see-you-soon. it was 2am one-way ticket with no return address. no safety net. no mingyu.

you stared at the gate, not blinking, not breathing. hoping that if you stood still long enough, your heart would stop aching.

“you’re really leaving.”

his voice broke something in you.

you turned around slowly, and there he was—like a ghost from a life you used to live. eyes red, breath shaky, holding himself together like the wrong word might unravel him completely.

“i didn’t think you’d come,” you whispered.

“i shouldn’t have,” he said, voice cracking. “but i couldn’t let you go without trying.”

you looked away. it hurt too much to see his face. “you already let me go, mingyu. weeks ago, when you stopped choosing me. when you stopped showing up.”

he stepped forward. “i didn’t know how to fix it. everything i did just... made you sadder. and god, i hated seeing you sad because of me.”

“then why didn’t you fight?” your voice shook. “why did you let me pack my things and leave without a word?”

he didn’t answer. maybe he didn’t have one. maybe silence was all you’d ever get.

you dug the boarding pass out of your pocket and stared at it like it might give you strength.

“i bought a one-way ticket,” you said quietly.

his eyes fell to your hands. “i know.”

“i can’t stay. not when everything here reminds me of what we lost.”

he swallowed hard, nodding. “i just... needed to see you one more time.”

they called your name over the speakers.

you stepped back, tears clinging to your lashes. “i gotta go, mingyu.”

he didn’t stop you.

he never did.

and that was the most painful part.

he let you go—again.

mingyu looks down at his watch, as he watched you walk away.

"it's 1:43am." mingyu semi shouts at your back facing him.

you turn around and mingyu sees the red and tears in your eyes, "I know mingyu, I know."

it's 1:43am, I love you, mingyu wants to scream, but he doesnt.

he loves you.

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GRRR CANT WAIT FOR MORE UPDATES

soulmate! woozi: texts ♡ pt 1.

genre: soulmate au | they hate each other at first | soulmate thing? pfft bulshit ( that's what woozi said ) | strangers to lovers | some of the other members appear here

note by marie: trying something diferent heheh ♡ as always, hope you guys like it!

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yoon jeonghan

the best friend who crashes your dates

warnings: spiking of drinks (laxatives, NOT DRUGS)

check out my masterlist! // hannie's m.list

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oh my god i love this so much

hi! can you write a fluff fic for wonwoo? like wonwoo's reaction to his s/o having a big fat crush on him despite them already dating. getting shy around him sometimes, touching squeezing and poking his face cause it just gets her all giddy and he's just there like ☺️

hey, i hope this is okay! thanks for requesting ♡

Wonwoo (SVT) | Shy fluff | 0.6k | gn!reader

He wonders if you know. Anytime you look away from his gaze, every time you immediately check if he’s still watching you and whine because he absolutely is, he wonders if you realize how hard it is to pretend he’s not affected.

Wonwoo is genuinely proud of himself for getting to this level of acting cool, even if he’s anything but. His naturally stoic expression and features that make him look cold help and for once he’s grateful. He’ll take any help he can. He wants you to know that he loves you, of course. He tries hard to show it, to make you feel loved and cherished. It’s just that he doesn’t need you to know that he’s wrapped around your finger.

And you’re doing it again - that thing you do, lowering your voice when you call him love. Like it’s a secret, like it’s new and unfamiliar, not a nickname you’ve been calling him for months. He remembers when you, half-asleep, admitted it doesn’t feel like you deserve him. Perhaps that’s why he always turns to you so eagerly when you call him that. With a small, private smile that belongs only to you and eyes that betray what he’s trying to hide. Yet he’d rather his secret be revealed than you thinking anything other than that you’re perfect for him. 

How could you think anything else? His heart races so fast you must hear it trying to beat out of his chest. Wonwoo might be able to control his breathing, yet his heart will always speak the truth. And as your finger traces the side of his face while he pretends to be asleep, he soon might lose control of his lungs as well. Your touch is gentle, obviously you’re trying not to wake him. If only you knew he’s been awake long before you, just biding his time until you wake up and make his morning better.

The sheets are too warm and comfortable to get out of and you might be too shy to initiate these soft, affectionate moments otherwise. It’s cute - as cute as it is frustrating. There’s nothing to be shy about. He’s scared too, afraid he’ll chase you away without meaning to. More than that, he supposes it’s just his nature. Just the walls he built around himself. The urge to protect his feelings, to hide them. He’s trying for you, trying hard to love you in a way that you will feel. And perhaps your shyness does help him peek out of his protective shell. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to see you bloom as well.

“Good morning,” he whispers softly, his arm already reaching for you to bring you closer. Today you go easily, allowing him to embrace you and kiss the top of your head. Not a single squeak, not a single jerk that would betray your surprise.

“You were awake the whole time, right?” you murmur against his chest. Slowly you hug him back.

“Mhm,” he confirms wordlessly. He has yet to open his eyes. “Why?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, your lips press against his skin in a pout. At times like these Wonwoo’s especially glad he doesn’t wear a shirt when he sleeps. He smiles. He might not be able to see you now, but you’re adorable when you’re sulking.

“You’d stop,” he answers simply. You don’t try to disprove that statement.

It’s quiet for a moment, only the sheets rustling while he readjusts the blanket to cover your shoulders. You must hear how ridiculous his heart is being. All simply because you’re cuddled up to him like this, warming him up more than any blanket or the sun could.

“Thank you for not saying anything,” you eventually whisper. He doesn’t push for you to tell him why, doesn’t push for you to stop being shy. One day you’ll realize there’s no need.

And when you do, he thinks he’s going to miss moments like these.

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intentions

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x afb.reader

Butterflies swirl around your stomach at his words. It’s become very obvious that Wonwoo has also wanted this for a while. Turns out your crush wasn’t so one sided. Maybe you were both just too blind to see what was in front of you.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, teenage friend to lovers, romance, pwp, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of jealous exes

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: protected sex, use of lube, big dick wonwoo, pussy streching, missionary, oral (fem rec), fingering, pussy whipped wonwoo, p in v intercourse nicknames: baby, angel (hers) nonu (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: I decided to rework something I wrote back in the day and I ended up doubling the length of the story. Thank you @shinysobi for helping beta reader this.

🎧: like that - keshi | say - keshi | intentions - starfall

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

“Just friends” is the mantra you repeated to yourself over and over as he placed open mouth kisses against your neck as his large hand dipped into your underwear. This is the first time you and Wonwoo have crossed the line you never thought you would approach. He’s been your best friend since you were fourteen. You've practically grown up with him. Sure you’ve had a crush on your best friend since the moment you met him, but you never thought anything would ever happen between you. Wonwoo has always told you that you’re his best friend, how you’re so important to him. You never thought he would ever see you as anything other than that– a friend.

Being around Wonwoo has always been intoxicating. He’s always been the sun to your moon, and you’ve always been drawn to him. He’s always felt like sunshine on a rainy day. It didn’t help that he was drop dead gorgeous. He also has the biggest heart and he’s absolutely adorable. He’s like a giant puppy.

There’s been some sort of tension between you and Wonwoo since you both had broken up with the people you were recently seeing. You ended things with your ex boyfriend who was always slightly jealous of your friendship with Wonwoo. Even though Wonwoo’s relationship with Mina wasn’t really serious, from day one she acted like she wasn’t a fan of you. Looking back on it, you can’t exactly blame either of your exes. Wonwoo and you have always been insanely close. You always refer to Wonwoo as your person. He’s the person you run to when you’re sad and the person who you love to share your happy moments with.

A loud moan passes your lips as his finger brushes your sensitive clit. “You sound so pretty,” he groans against your skin.

Things between you escalated all too quickly. The night started off innocent– you came over to his place to order take out and watch a movie, somehow the topic of sex got brought up, and Wonwoo let it slip he’s always wanted to sleep with you. He told you that after breaking up with Mina he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You couldn’t lie, after your breakup you felt like you needed to release sexual tension between the two of you.

His fingers work on pumping in and out of you, you aren’t sure what any of this even means. Everything feels fuzzy in the best way possible. You’re lost in a haze of lust trying to just focus on the feeling of his hands on you.

“I need you naked.” His lips ghost your skin as he pulls his hand from your underwear.

“Nonu,” you whisper, staring at your best friend as he steps back from you.

“Do you want this?” His voice drops slightly. He stares at you with lust-filled eyes.

Silently you nod.

He reaches for your sweater and pulls it over your head before pulling your bra off. He leaves you standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. You swallow loudly as he steps further back and pulls off his hoodie. There’s this moment between the two of you where your eyes lock and suddenly all the dots feel like they’re connecting. The stars in the universe start to align and there is a tugging in your chest letting you know this should happen.

He takes a deep breath and pauses, “I want this so badly.” He pushes his fingers through his soft curls.

A large smile tugs on your lips at his words. He wasted no time removing the rest of his clothes, leaving his toned body on full display. He’s left standing in front of you in just a strained pair of boxer-briefs that are doing little to hold back in his impressive erection. He steps closer to you and mindlessly you reach out and run your finger across his abs. His bottom lip is captured between his lips as he looks down at you.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you like this,” you say glancing up at him.

“I’ve always wanted you too,” he says, catching your attention.

Butterflies swirl around your stomach at his words. It’s become very obvious that Wonwoo has also wanted this for a while. Turns out your crush wasn’t so one sided. Maybe you were both just too blind to see what was in front of you.

Stepping forward, he crashed his lips into yours. From the first time your lips touched you felt electricity run down your spine. Maybe this is what people mean when they say they feel sparks when they kiss someone. His hands gripped your sides as he held you against the wall. Your hands fumbled with his boxers, desperately trying to get him naked.

A soft chuckle passes his lips as he pulls away from you, “Someone is desperate.”

“Nonu, I just want to touch you.” Of course you're desperate. You’ve had a crush on him for over ten years. At this point anyone in their right mind would be desperate.

He pushes his boxer-briefs down, freeing his large cock. Your throat goes dry as your eyes go wide, shocked by how big he actually is. This might be more of a challenge than you were expecting.

“What?” He asked with a little laugh.

You probably look completely shocked staring at his large cock. You weren’t expecting him to be this big. You had heard rumors from girls who had slept with him but you didn’t exactly believe them. You always thought they were just rumors.

“Did you want to stop?” Wonwoo's voice is full of worry.

“No, you’re just really big.” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you can’t help but stare at his length.

“I don’t think I have ever had someone stare at my dick with such a fascinated look on their face.” Your face burns with embarrassment as he teases you. His hand rests on your cheek as he lifts your face so you’re looking at him. “Let's move to the bed and we’ll go slow. I’ll prep you and make sure I don’t hurt you.”

You weren’t worried about him hurting you. You were just caught off guard by how large he actually was. You know he would never do anything to hurt you. He’s always been so gentle with you. There was this time in high school when you rolled your ankle and Wonwoo ran to help you. He helped support you while you limped and was so gentle as he helped you ice your ankle. He told you that day nothing hurts him more than seeing you in pain.

Lacing his fingers with yours, he leads you off to his room. Standing at the edge of his bed, he drops down to his knees and slides your underwear down your legs. Your body is fully on display as he leans forward and presses his lips to your stomach. Looking up at you through his glasses with lust-filled eyes, he says, “sit on the edge of the bed, I want to taste you.”

Without a second thought in the world, you sit on the edge of the bed. His large hands take your legs, placing them over his shoulders. He wastes no time connecting his mouth to your most sensitive area. He sucks on your clit as he slowly pumps one finger in and out of your over and over. He laps at your pussy like a man starved. With two fingers inside of you, you can’t help the loud moan that passes your lips. Without even thinking your fingers tangle in his hair holding his face close to your pussy. You want him to never leave between your thighs.

A warmth slowly starts taking over your body. Your stomach feels like it’s tightening with each pump of his fingers and each time he laps at your clit.

“Nonu,” you moan.

He curls this finger in just the right way, earning a gasp from you. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten as all your nerves feel alive. It’s been too long since a man has been this eager to eat you out. Hell, you don’t think you’ve ever been with anyone who seems this eager to please you.

He pulls his lips away from you and looks up at you smiling. “You’re so close. If you come baby it will help prepare you for the fun stuff.” Your heart rate speeds up at his pet name. He’s never called you baby before, but you won’t ever complain about hearing him call you that.

He laps at your sensitive clit as he pumps his fingers in and out pushing you slowly pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly a white hot wave washes over you. You find your release gasping his name. Pulling his fingers from your core, he smiles at you before licking his fingers clean. Lying back, your body feels numb as your walls clench around nothing. Your chest rises and falls as your orgasm washes over you.

“I think you’re ready, if you want more,” he says standing up.

“I want more,” you say as you move to the middle of the bed ever so slowly.

You spread your legs waiting for your best friend to join you. You can’t help but wonder what position he’ll want you in. One thing you know about Wonwoo from the comments Seungcheol and Mingyu have made is that he’s always been an ass man. You can’t help but assume he’ll want you doggy style. Or maybe he’ll want you in some position you’ve never even heard of or tried.

He walks over to his nightstand and pulls out a small bottle of lube and a condom. He tears the foil packet open with his teeth before sliding the rubbed down his hardened length. He tosses the bottle of lube beside your legs. He crawls onto the bed and sits on his knees between your spread legs. Clicking the bottle open he coats his length in the lube. You’re caught off guard when he pours some cool liquid on your already wet pussy. His fingers work on massaging you, helping prepare you for his size.

“How do you want me?” You ask, curious about which position you need to get in.

“Just like this.” He gives you a soft smile as he rubs your thighs.

“Isn’t this kind of boring?” You never would have guessed he would want you in missionary on your first time together.

“No, I want to be able to look at you, and have us both enjoy this.” He’s giving you that gentle smile again. There’s something in your mind that is telling you that maybe this isn’t just a hookup to your best friend. Maybe he wants more, maybe there is something else between you. You’ll take anything he’s willing to give, but you desperately want this to mean more.

He grabs your hip with one hand and with the other he lines himself up before slowly pushing into you. You can’t help but gasp at the feeling of his large length stretching you. He pushes in inch by inch. He’s going slowly to give you time to adjust. His hand rubbing your side is helping to distract you from the discomfort he’s causing. You try your hardest not to wince, but you can’t help it.

He still once he’s fully in you. You can’t lie, the stretching feeling isn’t very comfortable, you’re kinda scared that the discomfort won’t go away. Maybe you aren’t sexually compatible. That would be absolutely devastating if you weren’t.

Biting your bottom lip, you try your hardest not to whimper. You don’t want him to know that he’s unintentionally hurting you. His hand moves to gently rub your thigh. You try to focus on his hand and not the feeling of his cock practically splitting you open.

“We can stop if it hurts too much,” he says softly. Of course he can tell right away you’re uncomfortable.

“No I don’t want to stop, I just need time to adjust.” He’s still sitting on his knees as he reaches forward, running his large hand up and down your sides. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes before setting his glasses on the bed. There’s a look in his eyes you can’t quite explain. Reaching forward, you reach for his arm, pulling his body down towards yours. He feels too far away in this position. He moves his body so he’s still in you but hovering over you with his hips flush against yours. You want to be able to enjoy the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?” He gives you a soft smile.

“What does this mean?” You need to know what is unfolding between you. You can’t lay here thinking about the unknown.

“I'm not really sure, but we’re gonna figure it out after this.” He pushes some hair away from your face.

Pushing your fingers through his hair, you lean forward and press your lips to his for a soft and gentle kiss. You would give Wonwoo the world if he asks you to. What’s unfolding between the two of you is making you realize that your best friend owns your heart and soul. From your first kiss, things between you were rough and heated, and suddenly things between you were slow and gentle.

Leaning forward, he presses his lips to yours for a slow kiss. Pulling away, you smile, “You can move. Just please go slow.”

He slowly started to move. His body stays right over yours as his hips move into yours. There's still a small feeling of pain with each thrust but there is also a feeling of pleasure as well.

Your hands roam his tone back, holding him close to you. His lips are connected to the sensitive skin on your neck as he groans against your skin. Soft gasps leave your lips with each thrust. There’s this feeling in your chest you can’t seem to push away. With each and everything thrust he gets earns a soft moan passing your lips.

He keeps a slow but firm pace. He’s so big he’s hit a spot deep inside of you, that has you seeing stars. Closing your eyes, you feel like you’re on the verge of tears. Your orgasm is getting closer and closer with each deep thrust.

Your fingers grip his shoulders wanting nothing more than to hold on to him. A lifetime passed and you’re still there in his arms. The warm wave washes over you, finding your release. He finishes groaning your name.

Lying on the bed, you both stare at the bright white ceilings knowing that nothing will ever be the same between you.

“Wonwoo?” You whisper, not even sure if he can hear you.

“Yeah?” He laces his fingers with yours.

“What happens next?”

He paused for a long moment. “I’m not really sure but we’ll figure it out.”

“Nonu?”

“Yes my Angel?”

“You mean the world to me.”

Without saying anything, he lifts your hand. He places a gentle kiss on each of your knuckles. “Maybe we were always meant to be more than just friends.”

Closing your eyes, a smile plays across your lips. There is a warmth in your chest, maybe you could call it the feeling of being in love. The future isn’t certain, but you know that you’ll figure it out together.

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AAAAAAA MY CHEOL FEELS

Just One More (I Swear!)

Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

wc: 650 words

Summary: You just want to keep kissing your boyfriend, and Seungcheol pretends to suffer. (he does not!!)

“Babe, seriously—”

“Just one more,” you insist, leaning in before Seungcheol can finish his sentence. Your lips press against his in a quick, warm kiss, and you feel him sigh against your mouth.

“That’s what you said ten kisses ago,” he mumbles as you pull away, his hands already resting on your waist.

You shrug, eyes twinkling. “Yeah, and I meant it every time.”

Seungcheol shakes his head, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “You have a problem.”

“A you problem.”

“Me?” He laughs, tilting his head back. “I’m literally sitting here, minding my own business—”

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes before leaning in again, catching his lips in another kiss, this one longer. His hands instinctively tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, and for a second, you think he’s about to kiss you back properly—but then he pulls away with an exaggerated groan.

“Baaaaabe—” he drawls, falling back onto the couch like he’s being tortured.

“What?” You blink innocently, hovering over him. “You don’t like kissing me?”

Seungcheol opens his mouth, probably to tease you, but then you pout—big, dramatic, bottom-lip-jutting-out pout. He pauses. You see the moment he falters, his eyes flickering to your lips before he exhales sharply.

“…That’s not fair.”

You grin. “I know.”

You don’t wait for him to complain again before kissing him once more. It’s soft and slow this time, your hands sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his jawline. You feel the way his body relaxes under you, the way his fingers dig into your hips as he lets himself melt into it.

And just when he starts to tilt his head, deepening the kiss—

You pull away.

Seungcheol lets out the biggest whine you’ve ever heard, his grip on your waist tightening. “Oh, come on.”

You giggle. “What?”

“That was mean.”

You feign innocence. “What was?”

“You know what.” His eyes narrow, but there’s no real anger behind them, only a frustrated kind of fondness. “You can’t just kiss me like that and then stop.”

“Like what?” You bat your lashes. “I was just giving you ‘one more’ like I said.”

Seungcheol groans, dropping his head back against the couch. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Unfortunately.”

You gasp dramatically. “Oh? Unfortunately?”

Before you can roll off him in mock offense, he grabs you, flipping you onto your back in one smooth movement. His weight settles over you, pinning you down, and suddenly, he’s the one smirking.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your breath catches slightly. “Uh—”

“Oh, now you have nothing to say?” His voice drops slightly, teasing. “That’s cute.”

You glare at him. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he mimics your tone perfectly, grinning.

And then, before you can protest, he kisses you. Properly. Deep, warm, slow, like he’s trying to make you forget about every other kiss before this.

When he finally pulls away, you’re breathless.

“…Okay, yeah,” you admit, dazed. “Maybe that was a little better.”

Seungcheol chuckles. “Now you’re satisfied?”

“…No.” You grin, tugging him back down.

He doesn’t complain this time.

[daisymbin]

still in so much denial about wonwoo :(

[daisymbin]

[01:44] - kim mingyu

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mingyu barely has the energy to kick off his shoes when he finally steps through the front door. his entire body aches, exhaustion weighing him down like bricks, but when he sees you curled up on the couch, waiting for him, something in his chest warms.

"you're still up?" he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes as he makes his way over to you.

you nod, patting the empty space beside you. "wanted to wait for you."

mingyu sighs, dropping onto the couch with a dramatic groan before shifting closer, his head resting lightly against your shoulder. the tv hums in the background, playing some random show neither of you are really watching.

he tries, he really does, but the warmth of your presence, the steady sound of your breathing, the way your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on his arm—it all lulls him into a haze. his eyes flutter shut once, twice, and each time he forces them back open, fighting against the exhaustion pulling him under.

you notice, of course. "gyu," you murmur, glancing at him. "you're falling asleep."

"no 'm not," he protests, though it comes out as more of a slurred mumble.

you huff a soft laugh. "come on, let's go to bed."

but mingyu whines, turning his face into your shoulder, voice muffled. "don't wanna. missed you too much. wanna spend time with you."

"gyu, we can spend time together in bed," you reason, shifting to face him properly.

he pouts. "but i just got here."

you smile, reaching out to cup his cheek, thumb stroking gently. "if you come to bed, i'll cuddle you. you can be the small spoon."

his eyes light up just a little at that, lips pursing like he's considering it very seriously. "... promise?".

"promise."

with a dramatic sigh, mingyu finally relents, letting you pull him up. he leans on you the entire way to the bedroom, half-asleep by the time he flops onto the mattress. true to your word, you wrap your arms around him from behind, holding him close as he melts into your warmth.

"best deal ever," he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into your touch.

you press a soft kiss to the back of his neck. "goodnight, gyu."

he hums in response, and within seconds, he's out like a light.

[daisymbin]

GRRR SO CUTE

heads up: no actual cheating i promise haha (vague food mentions, reader was sick). mr stage actor!mingoo <3

"... i can explain."

mingyu's standing in the door of your apartment, face stained with various shades of lipstick. you stand there, arms crossed over your chest as you survey your boyfriend fully, and seem to successfully pull off the curiously-pissed-off-partner look. it's late, he looks tired and like he's been drinking, but you know why he's stumbling in now.

"everyone started kissing my face!" he says, hands up and defensive. "i told them to quit it because you'd get the wrong idea-"

"is she pretty?" your arms hug a little tighter against your chest, frowning at him. "do you like her more than me?"

"no! there was no--i mean, there's a couple women in our cast, but--"

it's a little cute to see him worked up like this. as if seungcheol didn't immediately send you the video after his final bow with the entire cast attacking your boyfriend with kisses once the curtains closed. the way he laughed, and then complained (he'd rather it be you kissing him, but, alas, you've been home sick all day and missed his final show), and the way he never washed his face because someone yelled out they'd all do it again if he did. it had warmed your heart to see how loved he was by his cast. maybe he'd work with them again down the road, but for now he was going to enjoy having a little time to laze around with you before he has to begin rehearsals for his next show.

and mingyu realizes when you stop giving him that look that you know. and he chuckles, immediately making his way over to pepper kisses on your face. "who showed you?"

"who do you think?" you giggle, and then try to duck away from him. "i'm still sick!"

"i don't care!" he pulls you back into his arms, giggling. he just stands there in the open doorway, holding you tight. "i missed you."

"i'm sorry--"

"don't." he presses one final kiss against your jaw, close to your ear, before he lets you go. "did you like the soup i left for you?"

your face grows a little warmer: even when he's busy, he makes time to care for you. "it helped a lot."

"good." the door is shut. he takes your hand, already guiding you back to bed. "i'll be in soon. wait for me?"

you snort a little, the tiny reference to the show he's walking away from not lost on you. you kiss his knuckles. "i will."

[daisymbin]

dad!mingyu is my guilty pleasure fr this was so cute and wholesome 🥺🥺🥺🥺

DOUBLE DUTY

With you gone away for the weekend, Mingyu is left alone to take care of your two handful, but adorable, little boys.

❧ PAIRING; mingyu x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, humour, FLUFF, mingyu as a dad of twins, slightly suggestive tones

❧ WORDCOUNT; 5k

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▍FRIDAY, 14 APRIL 2028

[20:35 p.m.]

Finally arriving home after a long and exhausting day, Mingyu kicked off his shoes and let out a deep sigh as he collapsed onto the sofa. “Finally, peace,” he mumbled to himself, stretching his arms over his head.

His moment of relaxation, however, was short-lived as two loud, high-pitched cries echoed through the house, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps coming from upstairs. His eyes shot open before he squeezed them shut again, groaning softly.

“Hey babe,” you greeted as you entered the living room, holding your four-month-old twin boys in your arms. A tired but warm smile spread across your face as you rocked them gently, trying to calm their restless cries.

“Aw, look, boys. Daddy’s home,” you cooed, shifting your hold on them slightly.

Mingyu sat up, rubbing his face before extending his arms toward you. “Here, give them to me,” he sighed, knowing his break was officially over.

You hesitated for a moment before handing them over. “I’m sorry. I know you had a long day, but they just won’t stop crying. I’ve tried everything,” you said, looking at him apologetically.

“It’s okay,” Mingyu reassured you, offering a small, tired smile. He took the twins from you with ease and craddled them in his strong arms.

“Seojoon, Kihyun, have you been stressing Mummy out? Hmm?” his voice softened as he gently rocked them.

To your astonishment, the cries came to an abrupt stop. The twins blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes, their tiny fists clinging to his shirt. You let out a small, disbelieving laugh.

“Seriously, how do you even do that?”

Mingyu grinned smugly, bouncing them lightly in his arms. “What can I say? I’m a magic daddy. I can do anything” he puffed out his chest in mock pride, clearly pleased with himself.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head in amusement. “Great, because you’re gonna be taking care of them for two days while I’m in Busan,” you announced, smiling sweetly.

Mingyu’s smile vanished instantly. His head snapped up, his expression one of pure shock. “What?!” he nearly shouted.

“I’m going to Busan with the girls,” you explained calmly, sitting beside him on the sofa.

“I haven’t had a proper hangout with them since I found out I was pregnant. I just…I need some time for myself with my friends, you know?”

Mingyu’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, his eyes darting between you and the babies. “B-But—”

“You’re going to do a great job. I know it,” you interrupted, pressing a quick peck to his lips before he could protest further.

Mingyu exhaled dramatically and slumped back into the sofa while still holding the twins. “You’re really doing this to me, huh?”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, ruffling his hair.

Mingyu looked down at Seojoon and Kihyun, who were now staring up at him expectantly. “You guys better go easy on me, alright?” he muttered, causing you to laugh.

“Okay,” you sighed, standing up and stretching.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Can you try putting them to sleep? By the time I’m done, I’ll heat up your dinner, okay?”

Mingyu gave a small nod, already bouncing the twins gently in his arms again. “Yeah, yeah, I got this,” he said, though the uncertainty in his voice was evident.

You smiled, watching him for a moment before heading toward the bathroom, leaving him alone with his sons and a newfound sense of responsibility.

As soon as you disappeared from view, Mingyu looked down at the babies again. “Alright, little guys…let’s make a deal. If you both go to sleep quickly, Daddy won’t completely lose his mind, okay?”

The twins only blinked up at him, completely unfazed. Mingyu groaned, already feeling the pressure of the next two days ahead.

“No way is she leaving me alone with these two,” Mingyu muttered to himself as he looked down at his two babies.

He loved his boys more than anything, but the idea of handling both of them on his own for two whole days made his stomach twist. Taking care of one baby alone was already a challenge, but twins? That was a whole different level of chaos. Having you by his side usually made things manageable — one of you could handle the diaper changes while the other soothed the other baby. But now, with you leaving for the weekend, he was about to experience the full force of parenthood alone.

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. The twins were staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes, completely oblivious to his internal panic. “You two better go easy on me,” he mumbled, picking them up carefully. “Or else I might not survive until your mum comes back.”

Balancing work, house chores, and two constantly demanding infants was not something he had mentally prepared for. He had watched you do it almost with ease, and he swore you had some kind of superpower. But he wasn’t sure he had what it took. If the twins decided to have one of their infamous sleepless nights, he’d be doomed.

Mingyu sighed again as he sat down on the couch, rocking the twins gently in his arms. “Let’s just hope daddy doesn’t burn the house down while he’s at it,” he joked, pressing soft kisses on their tiny foreheads. “And please, don’t give daddy a hard time.”

His voice was soft and soothing, and eventually, the twins’ eyes started drooping. Within minutes, they were fast asleep, curled up peacefully on his chest. The warmth of their little bodies, the steady breathing was comforting. So comforting, in fact, that Mingyu didn’t even realise when his own eyes started fluttering shut.

By the time you arrived home, you found all three of them knocked out on the couch. A smile spread across your lips at the sight. Mingyu, who was so panicked about taking care of them, was now sleeping peacefully with the babies resting on his chest. It was an image of pure love.

You walked over and gently shook his shoulder. “Gyu, babe, wake up.”

Mingyu stirred, and soon his eyes fluttered open to see you standing above him. His gaze shifted to the twins who were still asleep, and then back to you.

“Go freshen up,” you told him, carefully lifting the babies into your arms. “I’ll put these two in bed and heat up your food.”

Mingyu groaned but nodded, stretching as he got up and trudged upstairs for a hot shower.

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After dinner, the two of you crawled into bed together. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head. He let out a content sigh as he held the exhaustion of the day settling in.

“What time are you leaving?” he asked, his voice groggy from sleep.

“The train is at six in the morning” you snuggled closer.

Your husband groaned dramatically, tightening his grip around you. “Do you really have to go? Can’t we just drop the twins at my mum’s place and you take me with you instead?”

You chuckled. “It’s just me and the girls, honey. Girls,” you emphasised.

“Don’t leave me alone with the twins, it’s going to be a nightmare” he pouted.

“Stop acting like a child Gyu,” you teased, rolling your eyes. “I’m only going away for two days, not two years.”

“But two days is a long time,” he whined.

“You’ll be fine,” you reassured him. “If you need help, just call your mum.”

Mingyu huffed, clearly not satisfied with your response. “Ugh, you better have something nice planned for me when you come back as a thank you.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes again. “Fine.”

“Good.”

He pulled you even closer with a firm but comforting grip. The warmth radiating from his body, the way his fingers traced soothing circles against your back — it was enough to make you feel at home, no matter where you were going the next day.

Even though Mingyu was being dramatic, you knew he would be okay. He loved those boys more than anything in the world, and no matter how exhausted he’d be by the end of the weekend, he would take care of them with all the love in his heart.

▍SATURDAY, 15 APRIL 2028

[04:45 a.m.]

The next morning came quicker than you had hoped. You groggily got out of bed while rubbing your tired eyes as you heard the soft cries of your babies from their cot. Letting out a small sigh, you pushed yourself up and walked over to them, smiling as they looked up at you with their big, innocent eyes. They had no idea that you were leaving for two days, and in a way, you were glad. If they knew, you were sure they’d throw a fit.

You picked them up one by one, balancing them in your arms as you gently rocked them. “Good morning my little angels,” you cooed softly.

They gurgled in response, one of them reaching out to touch your face. You laughed and pressed kisses on both their foreheads before carrying them over to the changing table. After changing their nappies and feeding them, you placed them back in their cot, making sure they were comfortable before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Meanwhile, Mingyu was still in bed, snoring softly. You glanced at him and shook your head with a fond smile. He had been so dramatic about you leaving, but here he was, still fast asleep while you were the one up early, taking care of the twins.

By the time you were done getting ready, Mingyu had finally woken up. He stumbled into the bathroom, rubbing his face as he tried to wake himself up. After brushing his teeth and fixing his hair that looked like a bird’s nest, he walked into the room where you were putting on your earrings.

“Alright, I’m ready,” you said, giving yourself one last look in the mirror.

Mingyu wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck. “I still can’t believe you’re actually leaving me alone with these two little devils,” he whined, placing a soft kiss on your skin.

You gasped dramatically, turning in his arms to face him. “Did you just call my babies devils? Don’t forget they’re your little devils too,” you poked his chest.

Mingyu groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “Mmhmm, I know, but they’re a handful. How am I going to manage without you babe?”

You smirked, pulling away slightly. “You said you’re a ‘magic daddy,’ right? You should be fine,” you teased, playfully rolling your eyes.

He let out a long sigh of defeat, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I just know this is going to be the most exhausting two days of my life.”

You laughed, patting his back. “You’ll live.”

Mingyu buried his face in your neck again, pressing soft kisses along your skin before gently nipping at it. “Can’t wait for you to come back so I can fuck you so har—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you quickly cut him off, pushing him away slightly with a knowing look.

Mingyu pouted but didn’t argue. Instead, you took a deep breath and went into full mom mode. “Listen, I’ve already topped up my breast milk in the feeding bottles. They should last for today, and for tomorrow, just feed them formula. Don’t forget to help them burp before putting them to sleep. Don’t bathe them at once — you know that.”

“And I’ve already prepared food for you, so don’t even think about cooking. I don’t want to come back to a burnt house. If you need help, just call your mum. Got it?”

Mingyu blinked at you, looking like you were speaking an entirely different language. He took a second to process everything before nodding slowly.

“Got it,” he mumbled.

Mingyu wasn’t exactly the worst cook. In fact, he was almost as good as you. He thought you meant it in the sense that you wanted him to avoid going to the kitchen to cook with his brain in shambles.

You smiled, placing your hands on his cheeks. “I know it’s a lot baby, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Thank you, and I love you so much.”

Mingyu softened at your words, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I love you too. Don’t forget to message me when you reach, okay?”

You nodded. “Don’t worry, I will. You just focus on the boys and call your mum if you need help.”

Mingyu sighed, giving you a reluctant nod. You pulled away from him and grabbed your mini suitcase, taking one last look around the room. Walking over to the nursery, you leaned down and kissed both your babies goodbye.

“Aw, I’m going to miss my babies. Don’t bother daddy too much, okay? I love you,” you whispered, pressing one last kiss on their rosy cheeks.

Mingyu stood in the doorway, watching as you reluctantly pulled away. As much as you teased him for being dramatic, you knew you were going to miss them just as much.

And with that, you finally walked out, leaving Mingyu alone in the house with the twins.

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[07:45 a.m.]

It had been two hours since you left, and the house already felt different without you. Mingyu sat in his office with fingers flying across the keyboard as he tried to concentrate on his work.

The silence in the house was almost eerie, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. The twins were still sleeping in the nursery which gave him a rare moment of peace, but he wasn’t naïve enough to think it would last forever.

Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his face with his hands and let out a deep sigh. “Gosh, I have so much work to do,” he muttered to himself.

He looked at the long list of unfinished tasks on his screen. He was already behind, and now that he was alone with the twins, catching up seemed nearly impossible.

“I hope the twins let me finish this on time,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

Taking up his determination again, he leaned forward and focused on his work. He managed to get a good thirty minutes in before a loud cry broke through the silence.

Mingyu froze.

Another cry followed immediately after, and before he could process what was happening, the nursery erupted into full-blown wails.

“Fuck!” he groaned, already dreading what was coming. He had been hoping — praying even — that they would sleep a little longer. Clearly, he had been too optimistic.

He pushed back his chair and quickly made his way to the nursery. The moment he stepped inside, he found the twins lying in their cot as they both cried their little lungs out. But despite their distress, they were still holding hands with their tiny fingers wrapped around each other’s in a way that made Mingyu’s heart melt.

His first instinct was to take out his phone and snap a picture. “Ah, they’re too cute,” he murmured, smiling softly as he captured the moment. He sent the photo to you with a simple caption: They miss their mummy already.

But before he could admire their cuteness any longer, reality hit him again. “Okay, focus. First of all, why are they crying?” he muttered to himself.

“Are they hungry? Do they need their nappies changed? Are they too hot or too cold?”

He let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair. How did you do this every day? He was already overwhelmed, and it had barely been two hours.

He crouched down beside the cot and stuck out his pinky finger, gently caressing their chubby cheeks to see if they were hungry. When neither of them made an attempt to suck on his finger, he sighed in relief.

“Well, they’re definitely not hungry, so that means…” he trailed off before his nose caught a whiff of something absolutely foul.

“Oh no,” he muttered, already dreading what was coming next.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up Seojoon first and carefully placed him on the changing table. The moment he undid the nappy, a strong stench filled the air that made him gag.

“Gosh, baby, how much do you poop?” he whined, his face scrunching up in absolute horror. He grabbed the wet wipes and got to work, doing his best to breathe through his mouth. It took everything in him not to throw up, but he somehow managed to get Seojoon cleaned up and into a fresh nappy.

“Alright, one down, one to go,” he sighed as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

Next was Kihyun. Mingyu looked at his youngest son and narrowed his eyes. “Kihyun-ah, please no surprises, or daddy will be upset,” he warned playfully, though he knew deep down that his warning meant nothing.

And sure enough, the moment he removed Kihyun’s nappy, he was met with the ultimate betrayal. A sudden stream of pee shot up straight at him.

“Oh my god no! My favorite shirt!” he gasped as he looked down at himself in absolute horror. His once-clean shirt was now covered in baby wee.

Kihyun, of course, had no idea what he had just done. He simply kicked his little feet and let out a happy giggle, as if he hadn’t just ruined his father’s entire day.

Mingyu groaned, tossing his head back. “I can’t believe this. Y/n, you are going to have to pay me for this,” he whined to no one in particular.

Still grumbling under his breath, he quickly finished cleaning and dressing Kihyun. Once both boys were finally clean and in fresh clothes, he picked them up, and held one in each arm.

“Let’s get you both dressed and fed, hmm? Daddy really needs to finish his work, please,” he pouted, hoping the twins would magically understand his plea.

He carried them downstairs to the living room and settled them in their baby bouncers before preparing their bottles. After testing the temperature, he carefully fed them one by one, making sure they were drinking enough before burping them just like you had instructed.

Once they were fed and happy, he checked the time and felt his eyes widen in shock.

“Did I really spend almost three hours with these two?!” he panicked, looking between the twins and the clock. He had only planned to take a short break, but somehow, nearly his entire morning was consumed by nappy disasters and baby cuddles.

He let out a deep sigh and looked down at the twins who were now sleeping peacefully in their bouncers. They looked so angelic when they weren’t crying.

Carefully, he picked them up and carried them back to the nursery before tucking them into their cot as quietly as possible. He stood there for a moment and just watched them, feeling his heart swelling with so much love.

Despite all the chaos, he couldn’t deny how much he adored them. He never imagined that being a father would be this exhausting, but at the same time, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

With one last glance at his sleeping babies, he tiptoed out of the nursery and headed back to his office. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before they woke up again, and he needed to get as much work done as possible before the next round of chaos began.

▍MONDAY, 17 APRIL 2028

[13:25 p.m.]

Two days had passed since you left, and Mingyu never felt so drained in his entire life. He always knew that taking care of twins would be challenging, but experiencing it firsthand without you made him realise just how much effort you put into raising them every day while he was mostly at work. He barely got any sleep, his meals consisted of whatever quick snacks he could find, and his workload had only piled up further.

So, the moment his mother stepped through the front door, he wasted no time throwing himself at her and hugging her tightly like a desperate child.

“Mum, can you make me kimchi fried rice?” he asked in exhaustion.

His mother blinked at him, clearly unimpressed. “Is that why you called me?” she asked, raising a brow at her grown son, who was acting like a helpless teenager.

Mingyu nodded eagerly as he looked at her with pleading eyes. “Mumma, please, it took me so long to put the twins to sleep and do my work. Can you just make me food, please?” he pouted, his lower lip jutting out as he attempted to win her over.

His mother let out a deep sigh, shaking her head in disbelief. “My goodness, you’re almost thirty-one, and you still depend on your mother for a simple dish that even a twelve-year-old could make?” she scolded.

“Mumma, please,” he whined dramatically as he dragged out the last syllable for extra effect.

His mother rolled her eyes but relented anyway. “Alright, fine,” she said before making her way towards the kitchen.

Mingyu instantly lit up. “I love you! You’re the best!” he cheered.

“Oh shush, you’ll wake my grandsons up,” his mother snapped, sending him a sharp glare before disappearing into the kitchen.

Mingyu sighed in relief and collapsed onto the couch, stretching his sore limbs. “Ah, finally, I can rest—”

But before he could even finish his sentence, a familiar sound cut through the house.

One loud cry.

Then another.

His entire body tensed.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a groan. Rubbing his face with his hand, he released a long, exaggerated fake cry of frustration. It was like they had a built-in sensor that activated whenever he dared to relax.

Dragging himself off the couch, Mingyu sluggishly made his way up the stairs to the nursery. When he reached the doorway, he leaned against the frame and stared at his two little boys who were both wailing in unison.

“Seojoon, Kihyun, babies…why do you always cry when Daddy wants to rest, hmm?” he questioned with a whiny voice.

“Do you two have a personal mission to make sure I never get a break?”

Despite his complaints, he walked over. He gently scooped them up wnr cradled one in each arm. The moment they were in his embrace, their cries softened into little sniffles. He sighed, shaking his head as he rocked them in slow, rhythmic motions.

“Good thing Mummy is coming back today, or I’ll go crazy without her,” he murmured with a small chuckle before pressing gentle kisses to their heads.

These past two days felt like two weeks for Mingyu. He did his best to balance work and taking care of the twins, but it was nearly impossible. He barely managed to answer a few emails before one of them needed feeding, burping, or a nappy change. And just when he thought he was getting the hang of it, another curveball would be thrown his way.

The sleepless nights were the worst. He hadn’t gotten a single night of proper rest since you left. Every time he managed to doze off, one of the twins would start crying, waking the other in the process. By the time he soothed them back to sleep, he was wide awake himself, unable to go back to bed before the next round of cries started.

His mother was a great help, but he didn’t want to disturb her too much. She already raised her children, and he didn’t want to burden her with his responsibilities. Still, he had to admit that her presence today was a lifesaver.

As much as he loved being a father, he knew he couldn’t do this alone. He needed you. He missed you.

Glancing down at the twins, he smiled tiredly. “You know, your Mummy is the strongest person I know. I have no idea how she does this every day, and I respect her even more after these past two days,” he whispered.

The twins stared up at him with wide, innocent eyes, their tiny fingers curling around his shirt. Mingyu sighed, feeling his heart swelling with love despite his exhaustion.

“You two are my biggest blessings, you know that?” he murmured softly.

You and Mingyu went through so much to have them. The doctors initially told you that you had a low chance of getting pregnant, and you prepared yourselves for the possibility of never having children. But then, against all odds, you were blessed with not just one but two beautiful baby boys. They were a miracle — your miracles.

And despite all the sleepless nights, the endless diaper changes, and the complete chaos they brought into his life, Mingyu wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Still.

He really, really couldn’t wait for you to come home.

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After finally putting the twins back to sleep, Mingyu let out a heavy sigh and stretched his sore muscles. He barely managed to sit down when he heard his phone vibrating on the table. Looking at the screen, his heart leaped a little at the sight of your name flashing across it.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed his phone and answered, not bothering with pleasantries. “Babe, where are you? I’m waiting,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse from tiredness.

A small scoff came from the other end. “Rude. No hello or anything?” you teased.

Mingyu smiled at the sound of your voice. He didn’t care if you were scolding him; just hearing you made the past two days feel a little more bearable.

“Anyways,” you continued, “I’m in the taxi. Just left the airport.”

He leaned back in the chair and exhaled in relief. “Hmm, did you have fun?” he asked, picturing you finally relaxing after your much-needed break.

“So much fun,” you said, though there was a certain longing in your tone. “But I can’t wait to see you and the boys. I missed you three so much.”

Mingyu’s heart warmed. He missed you more than words could express, but he still couldn’t help teasing you. “I missed you too, but you know who misses you more?”

“Who can that be?” you asked curiously.

“My big fat cock—”

“MINGYU!” you whisper-yelled, mortified. “Shut up, the taxi driver can hear you!”

“Let him. I don’t care,” he shrugged nonchalantly, grinning even though you couldn’t see him.

“You are unbelievable,” you huffed, making him chuckle at your embarrassment.

You decided to change the subject before he could embarrass you further. “Anyways, how are the boys doing?”

Mingyu groaned, rubbing his temple. “Don’t even ask. I don’t know where to start.”

You raised a brow. “When you say that, I just know it’s you being overdramatic.”

“But babe, I’m not! Kihyun peed all over me and—”

“See? You’re being overdramatic,” you cut him off.

He let out a dramatic sigh. “You have no idea how much I’ve suffered,” he whined.

You giggled at his misery. “Aw, you worked hard. It’s not easy taking care of two babies at the same time, and I’m proud of you.”

Mingyu smiled at your words, feeling a little better. “I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” you replied just as gently.

As much as you enjoyed your little trip with the girls, a part of you had been longing to be back home. You missed your boys — the three of them.

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[14:45 p.m.]

An hour later, your taxi finally pulled up in front of your house. The driver kindly helped with your suitcase, and you thanked him before he drove off.

You quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside, but before you could even call out, you were met with a bone-crushing hug. A strong pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you off the ground, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs.

“Mingyu—!” you gasped, clutching onto him for support.

Your husband buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent as if he was afraid you’d disappear again. “You’re finally home,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

You let out a breathy laugh, hugging him just as tightly. “I was only gone for two days, you big baby.”

“Too long,” he mumbled. “I almost didn’t survive.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your hands cupping his face. His eyes were tired, with faint dark circles underneath, but there was so much warmth and love in them. Your heart melted at the sight.

“You poor thing,” you cooed, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “My big, strong husband had a hard time with our little babies?”

“Don’t make fun of me. Those two are a handful” Mingyu pouted.

You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But you did well.”

“Barely” he sighed dramatically. You rolled your eyes and gave him another quick peck.

“Where are they?” you then asked.

“In the nursery, sleeping,” he said, setting you down gently.

You didn’t waste another second, rushing toward their room. As you quietly pushed the door open, your heart swelled at the sight of your baby boys sleeping peacefully in the cot. You tiptoed closer and ran your fingers lightly over Seojoon’s tiny hand, then pressed a gentle kiss to Kihyun’s forehead. They were warm and smelled like baby powder, and you felt an overwhelming sense of love rush through you.

Mingyu stood in the doorway, watching you with soft eyes. “You missed them, huh?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“So much” you replied, turning to him with a smile.

He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “They missed you too. But not as much as me.”

You laughed quietly. “Of course.”

For a few moments, the two of you stood there as you watched over your sleeping babies in comfortable silence.

“Next time you leave, I’m coming with you” Mingyu whispered suddenly.

“Can’t handle two days alone?” you chuckled.

“Not if it means almost getting peed on twice” he groaned.

You stifled a laugh. “Fine, next time, we all go together.”

“Good” Mingyu hummed in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your temple.

a/n; so I’m back with my dad mingyu visions…

[daisymbin]

GRRR SO CUTE

heads up: no actual cheating i promise haha (vague food mentions, reader was sick). mr stage actor!mingoo <3

"... i can explain."

mingyu's standing in the door of your apartment, face stained with various shades of lipstick. you stand there, arms crossed over your chest as you survey your boyfriend fully, and seem to successfully pull off the curiously-pissed-off-partner look. it's late, he looks tired and like he's been drinking, but you know why he's stumbling in now.

"everyone started kissing my face!" he says, hands up and defensive. "i told them to quit it because you'd get the wrong idea-"

"is she pretty?" your arms hug a little tighter against your chest, frowning at him. "do you like her more than me?"

"no! there was no--i mean, there's a couple women in our cast, but--"

it's a little cute to see him worked up like this. as if seungcheol didn't immediately send you the video after his final bow with the entire cast attacking your boyfriend with kisses once the curtains closed. the way he laughed, and then complained (he'd rather it be you kissing him, but, alas, you've been home sick all day and missed his final show), and the way he never washed his face because someone yelled out they'd all do it again if he did. it had warmed your heart to see how loved he was by his cast. maybe he'd work with them again down the road, but for now he was going to enjoy having a little time to laze around with you before he has to begin rehearsals for his next show.

and mingyu realizes when you stop giving him that look that you know. and he chuckles, immediately making his way over to pepper kisses on your face. "who showed you?"

"who do you think?" you giggle, and then try to duck away from him. "i'm still sick!"

"i don't care!" he pulls you back into his arms, giggling. he just stands there in the open doorway, holding you tight. "i missed you."

"i'm sorry--"

"don't." he presses one final kiss against your jaw, close to your ear, before he lets you go. "did you like the soup i left for you?"

your face grows a little warmer: even when he's busy, he makes time to care for you. "it helped a lot."

"good." the door is shut. he takes your hand, already guiding you back to bed. "i'll be in soon. wait for me?"

you snort a little, the tiny reference to the show he's walking away from not lost on you. you kiss his knuckles. "i will."