#MINGYU KIM

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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 towards 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 sofa, 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…

[bella-feed]

How I Met Your Mother

Season 1: Mingyu

pairing: non-idol! basketball player! dad! husband! mingyu x lawyer! mother! f!reader (side characters: Vernon, Minghao, Karina, Wonwoo)

genre: smut, fluff, angst

warning(s): smut 18+. MDNI!! (warnings will be updated with the chapters). pov's will be written at the start of the fic! THIS IS BASED IN THE YEAR 2040!!!!!!!!!. minghao is bi and wonwoo is gay. all other characters are straight. THIS IS BASED IN NEW YORK. ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE EITHER KOREAN-AMERICAN OR AMERICAN!!!

author: it is not related to show the himym, but a portion of it is inspired by a bollywood movie, Tamasha. ends with a classic line though. this may have slow updates so bear w me please ;)

synopsis: your kids, upon finding the picture of you and your husband, curiously asked their father about how he met their mother. you both decide to tell them everything. everything. even how he held you close, when he thought you'd get away.

bella's masterlist | taglist

masterlist under the cut

chapter 1 : The Picture

chapter 2 : Vernon and Yn

chapter 3 : Corsica

chapter 4 : Mingyu and Yn

chapter 5 : Week 1

chapter 6 : Week 1 (Mingyu's Pov)

chapter 7 : Mingyu and Karina

chapter 8 : Mingyu and Yn

chapter 9: Wonwoo and Minghao

chapter 10 : Greece

chapter 11 : Blue

chapter 12 : Can do's ville

[credit: @adornedwithlight (dividers)]

[shuaasumii]

“Cockroach”

ʚ pairing: mingyu x fem!reader

ʚ genre: crack, fluff

ʚ warnings: mentions of a cockroach and michael myers

ʚ summary: turns out your boyfriend mingyu, is afraid of tiny insects.

ʚ a/n: pictures are from pinterest!

you were busy catching up on the latest episode of your favorite tv show when all of a sudden you heard a shriek coming from your bedroom. when you rush to stand up to investigate, your boyfriend, mingyu sprints through the door of your shared bedroom. the 6’2 man rushes to your side hiding behind you as if he was being chased by michael myers.

“y/n help me please please help me,” mingyu rambles. concerned, you ask mingyu what’s wrong.

“there’s a big- no a MASSIVE cockroach in there,” he tells you.

you chuckle, “mingyu there is no way you, a six foot tall man is afraid of a small bug.”

gyu looks at you like you’re crazy before pushing you into the room that apparently holds the most massive cockroach ever according to your boyfriend. you look around for the insect struggling to find it.

“where babe?” you look at him. he points to a corner in your room. you step closer to inspect, and spot roach about the size of a carrot slice. it was hideous you must admit, but it sure wasn’t something to be frightened of.

“oh my god gyu it’s not even that big” you say, “go get me one of those red solo cups and a piece of paper,” you order. he stares at the roach for another second before rushing out of the room to get your supplies.

the man comes running back into the room with your requested cup and paper. the insect had actually moved to another spot in the room which just so happened to be right next to where mingyu had just stepped in.

“babe, um don’t panic- but uh the thing is near your foot,” you awkwardly told him. he looks down and lets out an ear piercing scream. you were definitely not aware your man could let out a sound so loud.

he runs to jump on top of the bed screaming, “GET IT PLEASE, GET IT PLEASE!” you laugh before carefully taking the items out of his hands.

mingyu watches you intently as you capture the bug inside the red cup. you then slide the piece of paper under the cup. after successfully catching the cockroach, you casually walk outside and let it out.

“see gyu? it wasn’t that bad” you tell him.

“no, oh no it was that bad” he hops off the bed and embraces you in one of his big bear hugs. “thank you for saving my life baby.”

you lift you head to look at gyu and send him an ‘are you serious’ look. you playfully roll your eyes and say, “you’re so welcome.”

[tangerine-seungkuan]

i melt everytime he did this

[nitskull]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀how⠀⠀to⠀⠀DEVOUR⠀⠀my⠀⠀heart

[jaestrz]

𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 김민규 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐦

A/n: this is not proofread, it’s been a while since I last posted so my writing skills are rusty ㅠㅠ. Enjoy!!!

• Husband!mingyu x wife!reader

Mingyu know for one fact, he would do whatever he could to guide you and his daughter to the path of joy.

He wanted to give you the whole world if he could.

So when he happen to talk to an old friend of his during high school at an event. Most of the questions caught him off guard- yet, put him in a confused position.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve last seen you Mingyu! I never knew I could see you at an event like this in the future!” Hyunwoo chimed, extending a hand for Mingyu to take. To which he did.

“I didn’t know I could see you at a place like this as well. Heard you were settling in France, how’s life there?” Mingyu asked.

Hyunwoo smiled from ear to ear when Mingyu mentioned about his current home. “It’s been wonderful. In fact, I flew to Korea with my girlfriend. She should be here somewhere. I was hoping you two would get to know each other. ” Hyunwoo said, lightly placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Mingyu didn’t really know much about Hyunwoo. Perhaps it’s been years since he last talk to his friends, he didn’t bother to dig much information about Hyunwoo.

Back then Hyunwoo was amongst the richest kid in school. Everyone seemed to know his father as the CEO of a famous company. Other than that, how he and Hyunwoo had become acquaintance seems to be blurry in his mind.

A few minutes have passed with catching up, Mingyu came across a blonde haired girl in red who interrupted the conversation between him and Hyunwoo.

“Oh Jung eun! This is Mingyu, Mingyu this is my girlfriend Jung eun. Babe, can you believe it? The last time we met was back in high school!” Hyunwoo laughed, snaking his arms around his girlfriend’s waist when she got closer.

“Nice to meet you Mingyu, I heard a lot about you just now from my friends. You must’ve been an amazing person to everyone.” Jung eun complimented, Mingyu on the other hand could only force a smile.

It was different from what Mingyu had expected. He remember Hyunwoo dating a girl named Areum but it didn’t last long before they broke up on their 2 months anniversary.

And he couldn’t keep track of who Hyunwoo dated because really… there was just too much.

There was a moment of pause, as if he was running out of ideas to continue the conversation.

Until Jung eun asked.

“So… how about you?”

“Pardon?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?

He didn’t intend to laugh but he didn’t expect her to ask such things.

Hyunwoo eyes lingered towards the metal ring wrapped around Mingyu’s ring finger. It was a simple white gold band. How come he didn’t know Mingyu was married.

Hyunwoo looked surprised. And he spoke faster before Mingyu could answer.

“You didn’t tell me you got married recently. I thought you would at least have a girlfriend by now? You should’ve invited me, I would’ve love to see who’s the lucky girl.”

Mingyu smiled, shaking his head in denial. “Actually I got married before graduation.” He confessed, making Hyunwoo more confuse.

Hyunwoo thought Mingyu was joking. There was no possible way.

“But you were in a such tough position… How- it’s impossible. You know you can just tell me you got married recently, it’s not something to be ashamed about. Since- you did grew up with nothing.” He nervously laughed, trying to cover the shock impression. But when Mingyu didn’t seem to be kidding, he grew more furious. “You were going through a financial crisis even when you were in school. You were the quiet kid back then.”

“I didn’t know there were girls who were interested in you. Until now?”

To Mingyu, of course there was.

He wouldn’t think he would reach this far if it weren’t for someone’s support.

*

Mingyu didn’t have a lot back then like he has now.

A week before graduation, the both of you got married at a church near your hometown. Wearing a $20 cheap silver band as the rings. Although he had warned you many times that you shouldn’t be expecting too much from him, you were unbothered by his warnings.

You two were just two fresh young adults, living in a rented single room while Mingyu balanced his work and study life. He would work 4 different jobs while attending university. Same goes to you except he didn’t allow you to work like him.

It was the time where you and Mingyu would prepare budgeted meals together. Talking about what you two would want in the future.

A house.

Maybe kids.

Even a vehicle was something you two couldn’t afford to own.

“I have something for you love.” Mingyu said while you two were on your way back home. Both of you shared an umbrella (he was lucky enough to bring one when he went to fetch you) so there was such limited space for you both to not get wet.

A slight confusion planted on your face when he took out a snack from his backpack

It wasn’t much but it was something that could lit you up after a long day.

Pepero.

But back then it was considered expensive so you and Mingyu tried to avoid buying it and bought a cheaper version. Nonetheless, you wouldn’t know the real taste of pepero anyways.

“Gyu but I thought-” your words were cut when he pecked you on the lips, his hand intertwined with yours.

“It’s yours. Take it okay?” He smiled.

“But will you share it with me?” You cautiously ask.

A chuckle left his lips.

“If you want to, then yes love.”

*

“Sorry, am I interrupting?”

The three heads turned their heads towards you, the corner of Mingyu’s lips formed upwards. Taking your free hand and bring it up to plant a kiss on your ring before taking Minji from your hold.

Mingyu shakes his head no. “You’re not, I was just talking to an old acquaintance. From our high school actually, if you remember.”

Judging by Hyunwoo’s expression, he feel like his head could burst from the amount of questions he’s been holding to ask.

You?

The girl who he had been taken an interest since your sophomore year.

Turns out to be a mother and Mingyu’s wife.

But you had gotten more prettier. More mature looking and not just some girl who would open her locker to find dozens of gifts and letters from boys like him.

He was too lost to even speak his mind.

“Hello y/n it’s been a long time since we saw each other.” He extended a hand but you politely bowed as an exchange. “Do you remember me? Hyunwoo?”

And it took you a while to answer because you kept looking at Mingyu.

And he didn’t expect the answer either.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I do…” you replied and the pure disappointment just flushed over his eyes. Silence filled in the gaps. “I know it’s terrible of me but I believe it’s been 8 years ago? Were you someone important?”

“Not at all! Like your husband said, we were just acquaintance,” he said with a forced smile.

And before it started to get awkward, Jung eun quickly changed the topic.

“Well! It was nice to see you two. If you were ever to plan on traveling to France, we should see each other there.”

Hyunwoo coughed. “We also have to go now. Or else we might be late for our flight.” He kept his tone cool, before politely excusing himself and Jung eun.

You give it a few minutes when the couple left before turning over to a furious Mingyu with an eyebrow raised. Minji in his grip was playing with the two rings on his finger. You were holding in your laughters, it was possibly hard to breathe anymore.

“Cut the acting sweetheart, you’re terrible lying in front of me.” Mingyu stiffled a laugh when you let out the biggest exhale.

“There was no such thing as acting.”

“mama lie.” Minji murmured before rubbing her face in Mingyu’s neck.

“Even our daughter said so.” He grinned and you playfully rolled your eyes. “But why didn’t you admit it? Hyunwoo was hoping you would remember him.”

Mingyu was a nice person. You remembered back then when Hyunwoo looked down on Mingyu for being financially broke. He didn’t treat Mingyu like today.

You despise him more than anything.

“Because he used to be mean. Even if it’s not to me, he was mean to someone I love.”

You watched his eyes softens, his expressions turn into somewhat concern. It was something he didn’t want you to remember nor reminisce. It was something that he wanted to keep it away forever.

“Hey, I thought we agreed to move on sunshine?”

“We did.” You replied, watching his free hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “But then I saw you talking to him today and I remember all the mean things he said about you. How you were just some kid working a part time job to earn a living and you wouldn’t survive the outside world.”

And everything is true, Mingyu can’t find a single false in your words.

He wasn’t someone popular to begin with. Neither he has any knowledge on business. He was never trained to do those things.

Seeing Hyunwoo today took a big toll on you.

“But I just need you here beside me y/n. If you didn’t then maybe I’m nothing according to him.” Mingyu alleged. “We still have to be nice about it hm? I’m sure my princesses are such sweet girls.”

He got closer, planting a kiss on your cheekbone. Minji on the other hand was trying to adapt what was going on.

“Daddy, mama sad?” Minji asks, looking at you.

Mingyu put on a soft smile, planting a kiss on her temple.

“Mama is just a little tired. But she’s okay.” Mingyu assured.

“Uh oh, mama have to sleep!”

“Not a bad idea, maybe we should all go home and cuddle together in bed. How does that sound?” Mingyu suggested and Minji’s eyes lit up from the idea. “Should we ask mama if she’s okay with leaving early?”

The toddler turns to you, gripping onto your arm to get your attention. The satisfaction in her eyes when you said yes was heartwarming.

Mingyu’s gazed burnt your skin, as your eyes met with his, it was like he was asking if you were okay.

“Don’t worry anymore okay?”

Your lips formed into a thin line. Nodding.

“I love you.”

“I love you much more than you could possibly imagine sunshine.”

[svtsafe]

svt icons; mingyu

[jenoddity]

[ginxyy]

Love Ain’t No Science

In the future, romantic attraction is literal: each person is fitted with an electromagnetic bracelet which, they claim, will pull you to your soulmate. It’s the day they turn the magnets on, and you’re waiting.

The air is charged with anticipation as you stand in line, your heart thrumming like a drum against your ribcage. You can nearly hear the whisper of the future echoing through the sleek, white hall lined with pulsating screens displaying shimmering lights. Today is not just another day today is the day your world becomes decidedly more electrifying, more romantic. With each breath, you feel the subtle weight of your electromagnetic bracelet, a promise of connection strapped tightly around your wrist, blending seamlessly with your skin.

You glance sideways, catching glimpses of others around you. Each individual reflects a different blend of hope and anxiety; a mixture of eager smiles and the nervous flickering of fingers against their bracelets. You wonder about their stories the paths their lives have taken and how the magnetic pull of their soulmates will alter everything. There’s a thrill in the air, a freshly charged promise spun from dreams of fairy tales and fated love.

And then, it happens. The lights dim and a harmonious chime resonates in the room, filling you with a rush of fireflies dancing in your stomach. The announcer’s voice booms, quieting the room with the kind of reverence reserved for sacred moments. “Today, we turn on the magnets. It’s time for your hearts to connect.” A ripple of unease cascades through the crowd, but you shake it off, remembering that this incredible technology has been designed to bring soulmates together, to spark love more profound than mere desire.

You feel the breath hitching in your throat as the countdown begins. The numbers flash on the screen; a part of you desperately hopes to make eye contact with someone that makes your heart race. As the final second ticks away, a fierce magnetism surrounds you, and suddenly, you are drawn toward the doorway like a moth to a flame.

With each step, electricity pulses through you, a literal tug that transforms your body into a finely tuned conductor of emotions. You’ve heard stories how some have been drawn into the arms of their chosen ones so swiftly, as if the universe itself orchestrated the reunion. Glancing down at your bracelet, you can see it glowing, its energy palpable and seizing your attention completely.

You whirl around to see familiar faces, your friends clustering excitedly together, but your gaze drifts, drawn by an invisible thread. Your heart accelerates with every beat, and suddenly, the crowd melts away, blurring into an abstract swirl of colors and sounds. There, standing illuminated by beams of ethereal light, is Mingyu from Seventeen, his presence commanding and magnetic, both literally and figuratively, like gravity pulling you closer against your will.

The moment you lock eyes, a spark ignites, transcending the physical pull of your bracelet. You are entranced, mesmerized by the way his gaze glitters with warmth and curiosity. It feels absurd, a concept torn from a storybook, yet here you are. You remember the countless hours spent listening to his voice, the countless songs shared with friends, and how in your dreams, you often found yourself wandering through a world colored by his melodies.

“You,” he says softly, his voice a silky caress against the hum of the buzzing crowd. It isn’t a question this is a statement, a declaration of inevitability. You feel your cheeks heat, a blush blooming under his gaze, wishing you’d tidied your hair or at least worn your favorite outfit. But nothing matters but this moment.

“Me,” you reply, your voice flustered but surging with a rush of excitement. Somehow, the world fades no more lines, no more anxious faces. Just the two of you, pulsing in sync with the deep, rhythmic hum of your bracelets, symbolic of something much larger than either of you alone. Was this destiny? Was this what fate felt like in its rawest form?

Drawing in a deep breath, you step closer, your hearts in synchrony, the connection intensifying with every anxious beat. Mingyu looks down, a shy smile creeping onto his lips before he asks, “Shall we?” He gestures toward the exit where your futures await, where dreams twist together like vines in an enchanting garden.

“Absolutely,” you whisper, the thrill of his voice wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Leaving the room behind, you step into the sunlight, the world outside alive and you are alive in a way you’ve never been before. With Mingyu by your side, every detail sharpens; colors seem more vibrant, the laughter of distant friends harmonizes like an anthem of possibility, and the air carries a charge that’s intoxicating.

You walk together, side by side, and the bracelet on your wrist pulses gently, as though it is affirming something profound. Curious onlookers stare, their eyes wide as whispers circulate about the spark between you and the boy who sings your heart’s desires. And you can’t help the way your spirit soars, warmed by the sense of belonging, the allure of shared moments yet to unfold.

“What do you want to do first?” Mingyu asks, laughter spilling from his lips as they curl into a mischievous grin. His youthful exuberance is contagious, igniting a vibrant energy within you. You can hardly believe you’ve found yourself here, with someone who seems both mysterious and familiar.

You ponder for a moment, a world of possibilities swirling. “Let’s dance,” you suggest, unable to suppress a giggle. The idea feels whimsically thrilling, spontaneous a reflection of the connection blossoming between you.

“Dancing it is,” he replies, the light in his eyes sparking further delight. He spots an open area nearby where the sound of music drifts, beckoning you both towards a vivid escape. As the rhythm swells, Mingyu takes your hand and pulls you into the lively atmosphere, a whirl of laughter and stirring emotions surrounding you, one that feels like coming home.

With every movement, your bracelet hums in harmony, a tangible testament to your connection as if it is echoing the very cadence of your hearts. Here, dancing together beneath the sprawling sky, you understand that the magnetism you feel is more than just science; it's the unquantifiable magic of a love story written in the stars a singular journey between two souls destined to find one another.

As the sun begins its descent, painting the horizon in hues of warmth, you know, deep down, that this is just the beginning. And with Mingyu beside you, pulling you into the rhythm of love, you embrace the future with open arms, your hearts forever entwined.

[incorrect-seventeen-quotes]

Joshua: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world. Jeonghan, turning to Mingyu: Thank you for your sacrifice, Mingyu.

[kikitulips]

ꢐ Mingyu ꒰ ꒰ seventeen ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

[minniesfiles]

TIARAS AND TUTUS

Kim Mingyu would do anything for his little girl. Even if it meant embarrassing himself in front of the entire kindergarten.

❧ PAIRING; mingyu x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, (girl) dad mingyu, pure fluff, drabble

❧ WORDCOUNT; 1.2k

𐚁₊⊹

▍20 MAY 2029

Mingyu never imagined that at thirty-two years old, he’d find himself standing in a crowded kindergarten classroom wearing a pink tutu and a plastic tiara. Yet here he was, adjusting the waistband of the fluffy skirt while you tried to contain your laughter behind your phone’s camera.

“Gyu, oh my god— I can’t,” you wheezed as you snapped another picture. “You look adorable.”

Mingyu shot you a glare, his face already burning with embarrassment. “I don’t know why you’re laughing. You made me do this.”

“You agreed to this,” you corrected him with a grin.

“For Minji,” he huffed and then looked down at your four-year-old daughter.

Minji, completely unfazed by the ridiculousness of the situation, twirled gracefully in her matching pink tutu. Her tiny crown, slightly crooked on her head, added to her charm as she beamed up at him with excitement. “Daddy, we look like real ballerinas!”

Mingyu sighed, his heart melting despite his efforts to remain composed. “Yes princess, we certainly do.”

The kindergarten was organising a Father’s Day celebration, and for some inexplicable reason — one Mingyu would never comprehend — the teachers had chosen a father-daughter ballet performance as the perfect bonding activity.

When Minji first handed him the invitation, he couldn’t help but laugh, mistaking it for some kind of joke. However, upon looking into her big, eager eyes, he realised that he couldn’t exactly say no.

“Will you dance with me Daddy?” she asked, and denying her request was simply not an option.

He had convinced himself that it wouldn’t be too bad. Perhaps they’d simply wave their arms a bit and call it a day. However, when he arrived at the school and saw a row of frilly pink tutus hanging on the classroom wall, his stomach dropped.

Now, standing in the middle of the classroom with his tutu barely covering his hips, he realised just how deeply he had underestimated the situation.

It wasn’t just him (thankfully) — every father in the room was dressed identically. However, none of them stood out as much as he did.

Mingyu, standing at six feet two inches tall, was easily the tallest person in the room. The other dads were of average height, which made it easy for them to blend into the crowd. However, Mingyu stood out like a giant who had been dropped into a sea of tiny fathers and daughters dressed in tutus.

And now, in just a few minutes, he was going to have to dance on stage. He ran a hand down his face. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’ll be fine,” you assured him between giggles. “Just embrace it.”

Mingyu groaned, but before he could express his annoyance further, a small hand grasped his. He peered down to see Minji gazing up at him with big, round eyes.

“Daddy, are you okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Of course sweetheart,” he forced a smile.

“But you look nervous,” she frowned.

Mingyu hesitated. He didn’t want to ruin this for her, but the idea of being the tallest, most awkward ballerina on stage was making his stomach twist in knots.

Minji suddenly took both of his hands in hers. “Daddy, you don’t have to be scared. You’re the best dancer ever!”

Mingyu snorted. “I don’t know about that princess.”

“Yes, you are!” she insisted. “And even if you mess up, it’s okay because we’re doing it together!”

Mingyu’s heart fluttered in awe. How was it possible for such a small human to be so wise? He crouched down, meeting her gaze. “You really think so?”

Minji nodded firmly. “Uh-huh! And also, if you dance funny, Mummy said she’ll love you even more.”

From behind them, you burst into laughter. Mingyu groaned in annoyance but couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Of course she did.”

Just then, the teacher clapped her hands to gain everyone’s attention. “Alright daddies and daughters! It’s time to line up for our performance. Remember, the main objective is to have fun, so don’t worry about being perfect!”

Mingyu took a deep breath and stood up, allowing Minji to drag him towards the stage. The other fathers shuffled nervously beside him, some adjusting their tiaras, while others looked around as if they’re searching for an escape route.

The curtains were drawn back, revealing a small stage decorated with pastel pink and white ribbons. The audience, predominantly mothers, younger siblings, and teachers, watched with amused expressions while holding cameras to capture the moment.

The lights dimmed slightly as soft, whimsical music started to play. Mingyu swallowed hard as he followed the simple steps they had learned during their brief rehearsal. The movements were basic — twirling, raising arms in an arch, and a little plié — but somehow, performing them in front of an audience while wearing a tutu made it ten times more challenging.

He spotted you in the crowd with your phone raised as you documented every embarrassing moment of your husband as well as your daughter’s. He was certain that he was going to hear about this for years.

But then, he looked down at Minji, whose face was radiant with nothing but joy. She giggled as she twirled beside him, holding his hand so tightly that it seemed to anchor him. She wasn’t embarrassed. She wasn’t worried about how silly they looked. All she felt was happiness.

And suddenly, Mingyu no longer cared.

So what if he was a six-foot-two man in a tutu? So what if he looked absolutely ridiculous? His daughter was happy, and that was all that mattered.

His movements became more fluid and confident. He gracefully lifted his arms, exaggerating his spins just to hear Minji’s laughter. When he noticed another dad struggling to keep the rhythm, he gave him a reassuring nod. Because they were all in this together.

By the end of the performance, Mingyu spun Minji in the air one final time, earning loud cheers and claps from the audience. The teacher applauded in response, and the little girls all curtsied, while the fathers bowed (some more dramatically than others).

As they walked offstage, Minji beamed up at him. “See? You are the best dancer ever Daddy!”

Mingyu smiled and bent down to kiss her tiny forehead. “Only because I had the best partner.”

You approached them with your grin still plastered on your face as you held up your phone. “I managed to capture the entire thing, and I’m sending it to Wonwoo and the others.”

Mingyu groaned. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Nope,” you smirked.

Your husband sighed dramatically, but when Minji hugged him tightly, all his embarrassment vanished. After all, nothing was more important than making his little girl smile.

╴╴╴╴╴

Later that night, after putting Minji to sleep, Mingyu sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone. When a notification suddenly appeared on the screen.

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[13 losers]

Wonwoo: Tell me why my timeline is full of a six-foot-two ballerina?

Soonyoung: YOU WERE AMAZING MINGYU-SSI. TEARS IN MY EYES.

Jeonghan: You’re my hero. I’m making this my profile picture.

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Mingyu let out a groan and tossed his phone onto the soft. You, seated beside him with a smug grin, rested your head on his shoulder. “So…do you regret it?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No,” he admitted. “But I’m banning you from using your phone during school events.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I can’t make any promises.”

And despite his embarrassment, Mingyu couldn’t help but smile. Because at the end of the day, he would wear a thousand tutus if it meant making Minji happy.

[yxlnst]

Sulky and Cuddly

idol!mingyu x reader!y/n

🎀 Summary 🎀 : Mingyu clings to you all day, resisting your attempts to leave, turning into a day of cuddles and kisses.

🧸 Word count 🧸 : 452

Fluff

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The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room as you moved about, getting ready for the day ahead. Mingyu, however, had other plans. He had latched onto you like a koala bear, refusing to let go as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Mingyu, I really have to go," you chuckled, attempting to extricate yourself from his tight embrace.

But Mingyu just tightened his grip around your waist, his sulky expression melting your resolve. "No," he whined, his voice muffled against your skin. "Stay with me."

You couldn't help but smile at his adorable pout, unable to resist the temptation of his cuddles any longer. With a sigh of resignation, you sank back into his embrace, relishing the warmth and comfort of his arms around you.

And so the day began, with Mingyu clinging to you like a lifeline, his sulky demeanor gradually giving way to contented sighs and soft kisses. Every time you tried to sneak away, he would pull you back into his embrace, refusing to let you go.

Despite your initial plans, the day turned into a whirlwind of cuddles and kisses, with Mingyu's affectionate antics making it impossible to leave his side. You found yourself rescheduling your appointments and rearranging your plans, happy to spend every moment wrapped up in Mingyu's arms.

As the morning turned into afternoon, you decided to make the most of your unexpected day together. Mingyu suggested a picnic in the park, and you happily agreed, eager to indulge in some quality time with your sulky yet cuddly boyfriend.

Hand in hand, you strolled through the park, the sun shining down on you as you found the perfect spot to lay out your picnic blanket. Mingyu wasted no time in pulling out all the stops, laying out a delicious spread of sandwiches, fruit, and snacks.

As you lounged on the blanket, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful surroundings, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Despite the initial interruption to your plans, this impromptu picnic had turned into a perfect day spent with the person you loved most in the world.

And as the sun began to set and the day drew to a close, you found yourself feeling grateful for Mingyu's clinginess and sulky demeanor. What started as a simple attempt to escape his grasp had turned into a day filled with laughter, love, and cherished memories that you would treasure for years to come.

As you snuggled up together under the fading light of the evening sky, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had Mingyu by your side, everything would be alright.

[doawks]

REQUEST. “MINGYU FUCKING HIS S/O IN THE MIRROR OMGGG”

7:44, kim mingyu. pairing; mingyu x f! reader. warning; dirty talk. unprotected sex. dom! mingyu.

“Look how nasty you look, baby,” The sight in front of you was almost too filthy to witness━ You honestly looked like a mess. Baby hairs sticking to your forehead, drool tricking down your chin because you just couldn’t keep your damn mouth closed, tits bouncing profusely at Mingyu’s harsh, deep thrust. One of his veined hands were up at your neck, squeezing it tightly but not tight enough for it to be difficult for you to breathe, “My pretty little slut, fuck.”

You couldn’t nearly keep up with Mingyu’s pace━ He was so fast and rough, never giving you time to fully adjust. He fucked you like he hated you - like he despised you, and sometimes the mean, obscene words he would huskily whisper in your ear could lead you to believe so, though his actions after proved otherwise. He treated you like such an angel after fucking you like his whore.

His eyes never left you for a second. He didn’t stop himself from drinking up the image in front of him - why would he. You were such a pretty sight to look at. Your head was thrown back onto his shoulder in pure ecstasy, angelic moans floating out of your parted lips. He couldn’t help but smirk at that━ He was the only one who could make you feel like this.. Make you feel so full and look so fucked out while getting your pussy pounded.

His strong arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you closer to his chest if that were possible. He then pressed his lips to the side of your face, “Nasty fuckin’ girl,” Without any warning, he pulled his cock out of you slowly before slapping the head against your cunt.

You began to clench around nothing - feeling absolutely empty. You lifted your head from his shoulder and opened your eyes, seeing him already staring at you through the mirror.

The hand that he had gripping onto your neck came up to your chin before cupping your cheek, “Give me a kiss.”

You turned your head and did so without any complaints. Kisses with Mingyu were always so messy and sloppy, but you never seemed to cared, especially during times like this.

[tangerine-seungkuan]

when i see the number of likes i get for a day

[nitskull]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀darlin', darlin'