#mingi timestamps

[thewonandonly]

14:54 — are you sick of me? would you like to be? i'm trying to tell you something, something that I already said | lover's rock by tv girl

your coworker sat beside you, scrolling through his phone, watching you from the corner of his eye. mingi thought you were so pretty, but he didn't approach you due to the fear of being rejected.

he often found himself wandering off from his work to talk and hang out with you, taking on extra tasks to walk over to your area of the workplace, admiring you as you were working, even taking his break around the same time you did just to talk with you. he couldn't help himself.

"look at this video." you chuckled, turning your phone around to show him the most random videos off your youtube shorts or tiktok for you page. he thought it was cute how you had to fill the silence.

mingi noticed you were doing the same things he was; drawing random things on his hand, building off his riffs while chatting (which caused him to laugh a little too hard), wearing his coats at the end of the night, even wandering from your own work area to greet him at his own.

mingi cleared his throat, looking at you through his eyelashes, "do you wanna go out sometime?"

he saw you freeze, and he was sure you'd ignore him, but you smiled, looking at him softly, "yeah." you whispered gently, directing your smile to him.

he felt his stomach crawl with butterflies, and smiled himself. you both shared contact information and sent silly photos back and forth to confirm your identities to one another before you both started planning the date together.

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[sadnightforus]

NONE OF MY BUSINESS  (SMG)

ex!mingi x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: You used to be one of those people who finds it ridiculous that someone runs back to their ex after the breakup and sneaks around, unable to understand why people would go through the cycle of uncertainty that comes with the love making that means nothing after you both get dressed up. But now, you’re doing just that, with Mingi, and honestly, you’re getting tired of the blurry futures of your relationship with him that you keep it alive, although there’s an unspoken word that neither of you can let go because of the familiarity that comforts both of your hearts.

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

WARNINGS: cuss words (avoidable), implied fwb and mention of s*xual intercourse that doesn’t take place in the story. This one makes me dread life.

A/N: trying to get out of my slump. Love my gal tinashe.

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

 You’re back in his bed again. And you begin to think that you are a masochist, somewhere along the way after you’ve met him. And running back to him, despite being on and off.

 It’s way past the time where most people are staying up now as the time reads 1 am, as the time shows on his night stand. 

 You’re fully clothed, but you never felt more naked than this moment in your life. You can’t ever recall how many times you felt so vulnerable and hopeless in positions like this.

 It’s really a shame that you always find yourself running back to him. It’s not your first time, or second time that you’ve repeated this grave mistake either. It's happened countless times already, as it has already been months already. 

 How long will you allow it to happen? 

 Do you desire connections (or intimacy) with no strings, no label but memories left lingering between two strangers with history attached? 

 You used to laugh at your friends who did this, until you experienced it yourself and you can only laugh bitterly at how you used to look at the very situation you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t find yourself in.

 You’re so stupid. 

 So naive to think that you wouldn’t give into a temptation. 

 Even if it feels good in the moment, when the adrenaline wears off, does the high still stay? You already know the answer. 

 You quickly get out of the same bed that has your scent sprayed all over his bed. The same bed you used to lay in after a long day of work, cuddling into his side as you laughed and watching something mundane that you both picked. 

 Those memories started to slowly fade, replacing itself with the cold, empty mistakes and the ever unnerving kisses that snuck behind all of your friends’ and his friends’ backs. Because to them, you both are nothing but just exes. 

 But why is it so addictive? 

 Why does every time he calls you up, you always run to him? 

 He has already finished cooking and there’s only one empty plate on the kitchen counter. 

 And it truly answers your every question whether that he feels the same as you do or not. 

 He has already made room for one instead of two, a thought you keep to yourself as you observe him transferring a freshly cooked meal from his pan onto the shiny plate. 

 He doesn’t seem that surprised to see your presence in the kitchen. Normally, after the session, you would’ve already left with the saying ‘I have work tomorrow’. But really, you knew that you didn’t want to sleep in his bed, knowing that you’d feel much worse if you found yourself waking up in his bed and you would instantly start regretting and resent your own failure to keep the promise of not being back at his place altogether. 

 However, to your surprise, the plate is now in front of you, you don’t know where he gets the spoon and fork. You look at him like he’s crazy. And maybe indeed he did. Since when did he really care for you, after each other declaring that you both have nothing to do with each other anymore?

“I don’t think I can accept that.” You immediately refuse the meal, although it looks appetizing. “Sorry, I really can’t.” Apologizing to him, you let the guilt sit on the tip of your tongue. 

“Why?” He quirks one of his eyebrows, something he does when he has a question. Whether it’s in his sarcastic nature or out of genuine curiosity, you don’t think you can tell anymore.

 How do you really become strangers?

“I think we should stop doing this.”  You gulp. “Whatever we do— we should just leave that be 9 months ago.” 

 He’s now silent, he’s looking at you, you don’t have a single idea of what he could possibly come up with if he chooses to speak. 

“It feels like you’re lying to me. To ourselves.” You are reminiscing about the starter point that led you here. “I tiptoed around my friends, I told them that I bumped into you twice by accident. Sneaking around like we’re teenagers when we’re all adults and our companies are 45 minutes drive away from each other.” You continue to spill more. “I’m at your back when you call, I apologize for letting my instinct lead back to you. Isn’t it funny, I swore I would never do this but I can make excuses for you. I don’t want to keep lying to ourselves like this anymore.”

 You look into his eyes and the emotions that possess behind the gaze almost make you stunt; there’s a hint of guilt and remorseful, most importantly, regret and the new realization that the abnormal thing you both have been stuck doing to each other eats you up just as much as it eats him alive. 

“Do you have anything to say?” You question,tone gentle and not demeaning, as you catch the look that he has something he wants to say, but seems afraid to utter it out. “Because it seems like you wanted to, but you’re holding back.” 

“Have you.. ever felt loved when you were with me?” 

“Huh?” You’re so caught off guard that it was the only word you can mumble out. 

“Because it seems like you’re just so cold.. I don’t know who you are.” 

 Maybe there’s a familiarity behind Song Mingi that you missed, but you deluded yourself into thinking that he has become a stranger. 

 Or does he? 

 It feels like you both are losing yourselves together with the way you no longer know how each other’s minds work anymore. 

“I could say the same to you.” You chuckle, humorlessly at that. “I feel like I don’t know you now.” You add the last word.

 It’s true, because you have no idea who the man in front of you is.

 He dyed his hair, changed his fashion style as soon as you both broke up. He was always private with his social media presence, but suddenly, he updated twice or thrice a week. You noticed that he wore a lot of items and accessories that you know he never owned them before.

 You then divert your eyes to line with his gaze and you accentuate your words slowly.

“You know.. I spent the best 5 years of my life with you. I don’t ever really regret it. You helped me learn a lot about myself. Your love felt like a cold breeze in the summertime. It cools down every problem I have in me.” You gently chew on your bottom lip, as you prepare to say more.

“Our bodies recognize each other, we don’t.” You take a deep breath. “But I know that we shouldn’t just… use the lingering feelings or what happened between us in the past to keep this going. Whatever we do, it’s empty. It’s great, but it’s empty.” 

 He nods, deep down agreeing to what you say.

 In all those years, you’re really the only person to touch his heart and see his vulnerability, but yet still accepting him for who he is. Call him selfish for trying to keep you around as long as he can, because you were his home, and even if the love has burned and lost already, he’ll forever find his way back to you because you're the only person who provides this safety and stability in his heart.

“Do you remember…” He speaks slowly. “When I said.. That you’re my home? Were my home, but that doesn’t make it any different. I’m sorry that I’m selfish and always wanted to keep you around. I slept around a lot, I know it sounds bad, but you’re the only person who made me feel safe.” He breathes, holding in the shakiness that spreads through his body. 

“I should’ve left it that bad, but I still feel lonely. I want to feel stable– secured– or whatever, and you’re the first person I called every time. You always said I’m maybe more codependent than I show and I only prove you right. So, I’m sorry.”

 In all the years you’ve known him, you came to learn that his tough persona is contradictory to how he is as a person, or partner in general. He looks tough, but he’s more emotionally sensitive than he leads on. Looks can be so deceiving when you get reminded again that the man in front of you has never been able to deal with the empty void in his heart that well.

 He was always anxious and looked for the affection to be reciprocated and he completely threw himself at you. Somewhere along the way, you lost yourself and he began to ask himself why and what leads to the story in this cruel way. 

“Don’t apologize for it.” You say softly. “I was wrong too, I should’ve just kept that casual and ended it a long time ago. We should’ve never tangled in each other’s business like this.”

 And you mean it. You’re the type to walk out as soon as you’re done with someone. But the open, underlying vulnerability that you both shared keeps you running in a circle to meet him once again.

He softly nods, the head movement is almost invisible if you didn’t witness it yourself.

“If we could bump into each other for real next time, I hope that it’s not this way.” You sigh, not loud enough to be loud but he can easily notice the rising of your chest and the airy sound that escapes from your nose.

 You glance over at the digital clock he has one installing on the wall near you, and it seems to be almost 2 am.

 That’s when you know you should get out of here, for once and for all.

“I think I should go.” You say, standing up and getting ready to approach the front door. His eyes follow your figure and you’re aware of it.

“Yeah.” He softly whimpers out. “I hope we see each other again, in a different way too.”

 And you know that you both are putting an end to this story. That the love story will be discontinued because there’s nothing left behind that.

“Oh and..” You turn around just as you’re getting closer to the door. “Goodbye, Song Mingi.” You say as you try to give him the most authentic smile you could muster.

“Goodbye, Y/N L/N.” A little smile, with an empty, void look in his eyes as he responds back to your comment. 

 You can tell it does hurt a lot for him, just as much as it does for you.

 Then you turn around once again, unlocking the door and swing it open as you command yourself to step out of his property. And it later slams shut.

 And the story is now finished.

 Just like how your business and love is no longer affiliated with him.

 Or neither do your feelings with his.

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[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊ [𝟐𝟑:𝟐𝟐]

Mingi rests his head on your shoulder, his eyes fluttering sleepily as you turn the page of the book you're reading. His arms wrap around your own and a tired smile tugs at his lips as he turns his gaze towards your face; you had a look of concentration in your eyes and your nose scrunched every now and then in an attempt to stiffle a yawn.

"you're cute when you're half asleep" Mingi would mutter just before yawning quietly, turning his head away from you slightly as he did so. You'd mumble something about the compliment to yourself, your ears turning a deepening shade of pink. Your right hand fumbles with the top corner of the page you're on while you raise your left hand to your eyes, rubbing away the feeling of sleep.

Noticing this, Mingi sits up from his slump against your side, positioning himself differently and taking the book from your hand gestures for you to lean closer to him. After a second yawn, he reads the final page of the book, smoothing out the crease in the corner you had just created, his voice seeming to lull you gently into sleep.

"and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago; and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days..."

[edenesth]

[8:54 PM]

"You okay, baby?" Mingi asked softly, instinctively wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he guided you into the elevator of your apartment building just as the doors opened. You hummed, leaning into his side for comfort. "I've been better."

You had been feeling a little under the weather all day, and being the paranoid type, your boyfriend quickly picked you up from work after noticing your less enthusiastic replies during lunch break. After a visit to the nearest clinic and grabbing some food, you were finally home. All you wanted now was to clean up, crash on your bed, and bask in his embrace, forgetting everything else.

"Just hold on a bit longer. We're almost there," he reassured you, murmuring against your forehead and pressing a lingering kiss on your skin after selecting the floor of your shared home.

Fluttering your eyes shut, you melted into his hold, the familiar hum of the elevator climbing to your floor offering a moment of peace. You could already picture the sweet scene of home welcoming you both after a long, tiring day. So close. So close to being home, so close to paradise, so close—

Until it wasn't.

Your eyes flew open and a yelp escaped your lips as you felt Mingi tense, his grip tightening around you. The elevator had jerked to a sudden, unnatural stop. Eighth floor. So freaking close, just two more floors and you would have been home, but nope—

No, no, no, no, god, no.

This can't be happening. This isn't happening. You were stuck. Panic surged through you like a tidal wave, and before you knew it, you were hyperventilating. Mingi cupped your face, forcing you to meet his eyes, pressing his forehead gently against yours. "Hey, hey, hey. It's gonna be okay, I'm right here with you. Look at me, baby. Just focus on me, hm?" You nodded, tears welling up as your heart pounded in your chest. Claustrophobia clawed at you, turning this moment into your worst nightmare.

"Okay, good job. Do you remember the breathing exercises we always do?" he asked gently, his fingers caressing your cheeks and wiping away stray tears as you nodded. "Be a good girl and keep doing it for me, yeah?" You nodded again, taking deep, steady breaths as you had practised with him countless times for moments like this.

While you struggled to focus on breathing, he quickly moved to the control panel, pressing the emergency button and urgently communicating with security to send help as soon as possible. Thankfully, the handyman had already been alerted by the guards who noticed the situation through the live CCTV feed. Reassured that help was on the way, he turned back to you, his heart aching at the sight of tears once again streaming down your cheeks, your eyes squeezed shut, and your fists pressed tightly against your ears.

Seeing your distress, he stepped towards you, careful not to overwhelm you with his presence. He gently wrapped his arms around you, offering a secure but non-restrictive embrace. "I'm right here with you," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm against the rising tide of panic. "Focus on my voice, baby. Just breathe with me."

The elevator felt smaller by the second, your breaths coming out in shaky gasps despite your efforts to stay calm. Mingi's soothing voice and gentle embrace were the only tethers keeping you from spiralling completely, but the suffocating fear was relentless, gnawing at the edges of your sanity. You felt trapped in a nightmare, the walls closing in as your heart pounded wildly in your chest.

Carefully, he guided your head into the crook of his neck, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. He began stroking your hair in a calming manner, his touch gentle and rhythmic. "I'm right here, my love," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "I'm never leaving you. You're not alone. We're in this together."

His words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, each a lifeline pulling you away from the edge of panic. "You're safe with me," he continued, his voice filled with love. "I won't let anything happen to you. Just keep breathing, baby. Nice and slow."

With each stroke of his hand through your hair, you felt a small measure of calm returning. His presence, solid and reassuring, became your anchor. The walls of the elevator seemed to recede slightly, the oppressive fear easing its grip on your mind. You focused on the steady rise and fall of his chest, matching your breathing to his. His calm heartbeat thrummed gently against you, a soothing rhythm that eased your frantic pulse.

Your boyfriend's whispers continued, a steady stream of loving reassurances. "I love you more than anything," he murmured. "You're so strong, and I'm so proud of you. Just focus on my voice, on my touch." He pressed soft kisses against your temple, your cheek, and your forehead, each one a tender reminder of his support.

Gradually, your breathing slowed, the frantic gasps giving way to deeper, steadier breaths. The panic that had threatened to overwhelm you began to ebb, replaced by a fragile but growing sense of calm. Mingi's arms around you felt like a shield against the world, his love a powerful force keeping the fear at bay.

"That's it," he soothed, his hand never ceasing its gentle movements through your hair. "You're doing so well. Just a little longer, and we'll be out of here. I'm right here with you, always."

With his words and touch guiding you, the nightmare began to lose its hold. You clung to the lifeline he provided. The sensation of his steady breathing, his calm heartbeat, and the soft kisses he pressed against your skin comforted you deeply, making you feel truly safe and loved in his embrace.

He had done such a good job consoling you that the next thing you knew, the elevator doors were being pried open and the guards quickly ushered you both out. Knowing better than to take the next elevator, your boyfriend guided you up two flights of stairs and finally, you were settled back home.

While he got to work putting your things aside, the sight of his sturdy back was all you could see. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. His actions paused, and he covered your hands with his, turning to face you over his shoulder. "What is it, baby? Are you alright?"

You nodded against his shoulder. "I will be if you stay with me forever, Song Mingi."

He turned fully to face you, his eyes softening as he cupped your face in his hands. "Forever and always," he whispered, leaning down to kiss you gently. "I'll always be here, no matter what."

Normally, you would have cringed and teased him for the cheesy words, but at that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his love and the safety of your home, your heart fluttered with a deep, undeniable happiness. You knew you could face anything as long as you had him by your side.

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This is based on a dream I had of our princess comforting me in such a situation because I do have a severe case of claustrophobia and this would be an absolute nightmare to me. But y'know, if I had a Song Mingi to comfort me, maybe I wouldn't mind it as much🤧

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[12.33] poly!golden retriever!yunho × black lab!mingi × reader

⇀ where your pup boyfriends are just so... them...

⇁ @khjcs LOOK WHAT YOU DID AMY and @starlitmark I MADE IT QIEBDJDND

genre : hybrid!au, poly!au

wc : 1.1k

warning : none

Usually you'd spend the weekend just lounging around, being lazy with your two overgrown pups of boyfriends but unfortunately you had errands to run because work took up the majority of your time on the weekdays so all appointments had to be pushed to Saturday and Sunday.

Though your boyfriends are golden retriever and black labrador hybrids, you were the one who woke up first at the sound of your alarm. But as you moved to turn your alarm off, an arm snaked around your waist and a face was nuzzled into your stomach affectionately.

"What are you doing?" Yunho grumbled as he tightened his grip around your body. You cursed at yourself silently for not being careful when you reached over Yunho to get to your phone. "Sorry Yuyu, go back to sleep," you hushed him, patting his head gently to lull him back to sleep which seem to work because his eyes fluttered his eyes close and his grip around you loosen. With Yunho back asleep, you carefully get out of the bed but still managing to accidentally nudge Mingi's leg slightly, causing his ears to twitch and head shot up in alert. He said nothing as he blinked confusedly at you but after some time of you and he just staring at each other in silence, his eyes drooped and he fell back asleep. With that, you were able to escape and take a shower.

It didn't take long for you to shower but when you opened the bathroom door, you nearly shrieked and slipped when you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriends in the hallway. Yunho was sat with his back on the wall and Mingi had his head on Yunho's lap, fast asleep while Yunho's eyes opened at the sound of you coming out of the bathroom.

"What are you two doing here? You should be in bed," you pouted, crouching down in front of the two to cup Yunho's face in your hands. He smiled and shook his head, "I wanna see you before you leave," then Yunho looked down momentarily at Mingi, "He said he doesn't like the cold bed," and you chuckled at that because it was so incredibly a Mingi thing to say. But still, your boyfriends needed more rest because of their own jobs and you would prefer to see them well rested. So you stood up and motioned for Yunho to grab your hands so you could pull him up and with the movement, Mingi slowly stood up and pressed his face onto your shoulder, having to bend his body due to the height difference and the fact that he was barely conscious. "Back to bed," he mumbled, tugging you along to your shared bedroom only to hear you chuckle and felt you shaking your head, "No baby, you go back to sleep with Yunho, I have somewhere to go to," you patted him on the back as you waved Yunho close to your huddle. Yunho happily wrapped his arms around you and Mingi and you couldn't help but giggle when you got a peek of their wagging tails. "I'll be back sometime later so you boys get some rest, don't forget to eat, be good, and I'll see you soon, okay?"

Once you saw them nod at your words (Yunho with understanding and Mingi with sadness), you gave them both long kisses on their heads and shooed them back into your shared room, patting their butts affectionately before leaving the apartment once they were settled and you were fully ready to go.

The whole time you were gone doing your errands, you couldn't help but kept a look into your home CCTV from time to time, curious at what the boys were doing. At 10:27, Yunho emerged from the room and immediately planted his butt on the couch, trying to regain some consciousness. At 10:43, Mingi joined Yunho in the living room but instead of sitting on the couch, he spread his blanket and plopped a pillow that looked suspiciously a lot like yours and laid in the middle of it. Then at 11:38, you saw that Yunho and Mingi were lying side by side in the little blanket nest that looked a bit messier than before, talking about what they were going to do until you come back home. At 12:49, you looked into the living room CCTV only to find your boyfriends missing but as you moved the camera, you saw Yunho heating up the leftovers from last night and just as you were about to look for Mingi, his face popped up in the whole frame, almost causing you to drop your phone and scream in public. "I KNOW YOU'RE THERE LOOKING AT US (Y/N) COME BACK HOME, COME BACK HOME NOW PLEASE I WANT YOU HOME, I NEED YOU HOME," he yelled into the camera before getting pushed aside by Yunho who grinned happily at the camera, "Don't mind him baby! You go do your stuff, okay? I miss you! I love you! We're gonna have lunch soon!" It was a good thing that you got a camera that allows you to talk into it because you could see the food he was heating on the stove was starting to smoke and both of your boyfriends were still too focused with the camera. "Yunho, baby! The food!" Thankfully, Yunho zoomed to tend to the food and Mingi got distracted by the chaos so you were able to leave them be.

Your errands ended at around 2 pm and by 2.31, you were already walking back into the apartment.

"I'm home!" You called out as you took off your shoes and by the time your shoe was neatly stored, you heard heavy pads of feet getting louder before you were suddenly pulled into a warm embrace and spun around. Though you were busy squealing and giggling, you were still able to identify that it was Yunho who had greeted you first.

"You're back! You're home!" He said happily as he placed you down and began peppering your face with kisses. If all the affection and skinship didn't make you giddy, surely seeing his tail wagging nonstop with such power that you thought it was going to create a tornado.

Upon letting you go, Yunho stuck by your side quietly, tailing after you as you grab a drink from the fridge, helping you grab a mug and just let you have your time before settling down with you on the couch. As soon as your ass hit the cushion and you finished taking a gulp, Yunho pulled you into his arms and nuzzled your cheek with his.

"I'm so glad you're back now," he sighed happily, like the lovesick... well, puppy he is. You chuckled and patted his fluffy hair in return of his very adorable confession, "I'm glad to be home too, Yuyu. I sae you heating up lunch so I assume you and Mingi had eaten?" He nodded, still not letting go of you, "So what have you two been doing?" "Gaming mostly. Actually, Mingi is-"

As if on cue, your other boyfriend came out of the room designated for his and Yunho's gaming and other nerd things (that you lowkey took pride of as well), grumbling and stomping until he flopped down on the floor with his face on the ground. He looked adorable with his flopped ears and limp tail, seemingly trying to become one with the hardwood floor in his despair.

"I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), GOD, I miss (y/n)," he babbled to himself, not realizing that you had came home. You tried suppressing your laughter while Yunho raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you talking about?" Mingi huffed as he proceeded to lift his upper body from the floor, adjusting his own body position to glare at Yunho only to realize that you were sitting on the couch, looking at him with such fond eyes. "(Y/N)!" he screeched before practically leaping into your arms, carelessly throwing his body on you and Yunho who got kneed in the stomach. His scolds towards Mingi fell on deaf ears because despite being nagged that he should have been more careful, Mingi was too busy trying to fit himself in your lap while smothering you with kisses as he told you time and time again how much he missed you.

Never would you have ever known that being suffocated to death with affection was better than, well, anything else. And you have your two excitable boyfriends to thank.

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[323cutie]

6:52 pm | song mingi

fluff, suggestive. 550 words.

a/n anyone else feel betrayed by the marie claire photoshoot... Cover them up slut.

“You’re sick,” you mumble the second Mingi’s in your sights. He’s halfway through taking off his shoes at the front door and you’re livid, stomping over to him with your arms crossed over your chest. He stares at you, wide-eyed, slowly bending over to take off his shoe and then stand by your front door awkwardly, hands clasped in front of him.

He asks, “what?”

“Sick!” You answer, pointing a finger at him. He flinches like you do physical damage. “Do you know how many people are out there looking at you?”

Mingi sighs, but follows you further into your apartment, standing by the counter as you enter your kitchen to finish making dinner. “Baby,” he starts, and you huff. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.”

You check the stew bubbling on the stove, give it a few short stirs before popping a lid on and turning the heat down so it simmers. “First it was your stupid, slutty little waist,” you say, cleaning up the scraps of onion and shavings of carrots, shoving them into your trash can and ignoring Mingi’s semi-scandalized look. You remember that photoshoot clearly, practically carved into the inside of your skull – the all denim fit, the delicious curve of his silhouette, perfect tummy on display with the help of his top. “Now it’s your stupid, slutty collarbones –”

Mingi laughs and you glare, and he covers his mouth. “Thin ice, Song Mingi,” you threaten, watching as he steps closer to you. “Pull something like this again and who knows what’ll happen.”

“Like what?” He asks with a small smirk, hands reaching for your own in between you. “You’ll start acting like a brat again? Get all jealous?”

You open your mouth to say something but are evidently speechless, feeling a hot rush of something kin to embarrassment creep up your neck and ears. No way to defend yourself, you huff, because, well. Yeah, probably. Not much else you can do when your boyfriend happens to be the hottest man in the world. You turn your head away from him like it might help.

Mingi hums and easily presses a kiss to your cheek, one of his hands leaving yours and cradling the other side of your face. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your skin again, then down to the edge of your jaw, your chin. “My stupid, slutty body is all yours.”

It makes you snort out a laugh, turning your head back to face him again. He’s fond, you can tell, enraptured by your semi-serious display of possession. His equally semi-serious reassurance comes through loud and clear. “I come home to you every night, and that’s not changing anytime soon.”

“Hmm,” you start, pretending to think hard. Mingi's smile grows each second that passes. “Maybe I can forgive you this time, then.”

Mingi giggles with you and kisses you once, twice, three times on the lips before you’re laughing too hard to really press your lips to his. You push him away with the excuse of finishing dinner but he stays close, arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you tend to the stew on the stove.

(Maybe later you’ll convince him to make it up to you. You think seeing him on his knees in person is much more deserving of your forgiveness than a photo.)

[oimitocat]

[ 5:45 PM ] bttm! mingi x m!reader

mingi’s confused as to why you suddenly dragged him to the bedroom. why he’s suddenly on the bed cabed under you.

“baby, please,” you breathe out, it’s dim in the room despite the blaring sun shining through the curtains.

“eh? what?” he asks innocently. curious, what are you on about?

he pauses when your fingers graze the skin of his thighs, under his shorts. it’s a hot day, of course he’ll show skin. that’s when he feels it, your aching boner inside your sweats against his inner thigh.

“princess,” you beg into his ear, causing his own dick to harden. just the nickname does things to him. “let me fuck your pretty thighs, they look so good.”

“okay…” he nods breathlessly, “they’ll look better with your cum all over them.”

you groan. he always knows how to talk back. it’s why you take everything off of him and you in the blink of an eye and graze your sensitive dick over his thigh. he’s enjoying the view, the way you desperately hump his thigh, the way your fingers play with his nipple. when you put his legs over your shoulders and fuck his inner thighs.

the way your leaking dick grazes his aching one as you chase your high. it’s all too fast yet so good. he gets lost in the way you moan and whine while fucking his thighs raw, skin burning deliciously. and he enjoys your short mewls when he squeezes his thighs together and causes you to gasp.

[woncon]

[12:39 am] ♡ poly!yungi

shorter! gn!reader | fluff | mingi is whipped | made with @wonsheep's help <3

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you stride proudly in your snappy slippers, because your boyfriends are real gentlemen. even though they are true giants, they stride to the pace of their little dwarf, so you don't have to scramble to keep your feet from slipping out of the shoe’s straps.

the rest of your drink is in one hand, the other holding mingi's hand, while yunho's big palm rests on your hip to hold you close. he has the leftover food from the date in a paper bag.

“you haven't answered my question yet," he looks down at you with a curious expression.

“which was…?” you blink innocently as if you don't remember, but yunho won't fall for it.

“in a battle, who would you save: spider-man or deadpool?”

“that's a cruel question,” you sigh helplessly, then turn to mingi. “baby, who would you choose?" you squeeze his hand.

mingi suddenly stops, forcing you and yunho to stop like a domino-effect.

“watch out!”

there's a puddle on the marble in front of you, probably the remains of a sugary drink. you manage to avoid it. thanks to mingi, you don't have to feel the juice on your calves and ankles. if it wasn't for the warning, you would have splashed right into it, since you were completely distracted. 

you gratefully plant a kiss on the boy's cheek.

“you're our hero," yunho says, then sends a kiss to him in the air.

mingi sheepishly excuses himself and smiles shyly. you both look at him very lovingly, and, as always, it makes his heart go weak and becoming like a spilled, sugary puddle.

[mingtinys]

[11:45 p.m.]

pairing : song mingi x gn!reader

fluff , humor , comfort fic

warnings : thunderstorms

word count : 0.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : i am not the least bit ashamed to admit this was slightly inspired by that one ouran host club episode. it is my comfort episode. sue me.

Typically, you're one to enjoy a good Summer storm. You're rather fond of the cozy peace they bring. Especially late at night, when the heavy rain starts to sound like static and lulls you into a deep sleep. Interrupted only by soft rolls of thunder and the occasional blue flickers of lightning.

But the one tonight is far too aggressive for your taste.

The rain is deafening as it continues its onslaught against your poor window. And each startling crash of lightning precedes an even louder boom that shakes the room. Rattling picture frames that hang delicately on the walls.

You won't be sleeping tonight. That's for sure.

Anxiety wraps its nimble fingers around your heart and squeezes with each subsequent lighting strike. Digging its claws deeper and deeper until you can't take it anymore.

Your comforter is quickly tossed to the side, skin exposed to the chilly night air in your desperate escape. You tiptoe your way to the living room, searching for the giant scaredy-cat you know is likely up calming his own nerves.

And sure enough, there he is.

Cuddled up on the couch with the fuzziest blanket he owns draped over his shoulders. He's mindlessly acrolling through his phone with his headphones on at full volume. You can just barely make out the faint song playing through them.

You creep up slowly so as not to spook him, though it doesn't do much good. Mingi still flinches as soon as your shadow casts across the room with yet another flash from outside. Whipping his head around so fast you're surprised he doesn't get whiplash. But he quickly recovers, laughing at himself once he realizes it's just you.

He slips off his headphones and lets them hang from around his neck. "Storm keeping you up?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you liked storms," he frowns.

"I do, this one's just a little..."

Mingi hums. "I get it. Come, sit." He pats the open spot beside him and you sit. His arm wraps around your shoulder, enveloping you into his blanket cocoon and pulling you in until you're smooshed against his side.

"Did the storm spook you too?" You ask, resting your head on the junction of his neck.

"Pfft, no, I like being awake–"

A giant crack of lightning strikes the pavement outside a little too close for comfort and startles the both of you. Mingi even lets loose a sharp string of curses. It makes you giggle, which unwinds the knot in your stomach just enough to tease your boyfriend.

"You were saying?"

But then the power flickers as the wind picks up and you're eating your words. Tensing at the near-instant karma for teasing Mingi. The wind is the worst part, in your opinion.  You hate how it howls and bellows as it whips around the corners of your home. It echoes through your head, sending you into a spiral of anxiety. Heart racing so fast you can feel its pulse in every limb.

Until suddenly, it all stops. Muted by calming tunes blasting through the headphones placed over your ears.

You glance up at Mingi, pulling one side back. "Are you sure you don't need them?"

"No, I'll be okay. Besides, I'm your big strong boyfriend, it's my job to take care of you." Mingi puffs his chest, looking rather proud of his heroic act.

"You're such a dork."

He just smiles and shakes his head at your comment. Then taps through his playlist to find music he knows you like. "Just try to get some sleep," he says as he readjusts the headphones and presses a long kiss to your temple.

To his credit, the headphones do a wonderful job of blocking out the storm. You wouldn't even know it was still ongoing if it weren't for the way Mingi jumps up every so often. Completely defenseless against the rampage outside now that you've taken his only protection. And even though each time you look at him, he reassures you with a tight smile, you know he's dying a little on the inside with each boom of thunder.

So, eventually, you coax him to lie down and tuck his head to your chest, holding him with your arm pressed over his ear. He hums when your fingers slowly toy with his hair, the vibration of it tickling your skin. Within seconds, he's fully melted into you. The both of you slipping into a slumber with the storm now nothing but background noise.

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[itstheghostofmypast]

♡14.00♡

Corporateworker Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: He was glad he took her to Japan on a business trip, one of the best decisions of his life.

Genre: Fluff (suggestive at the end)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Est.Read Time: 10 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Ratings: nc-17

Banner: @cafekitsune

Master List- Corporate Brew

"What year is it?" she hissed, curling into the blanket even more, humming as the cool material soothed her burning, aching body, while ducking into it because for some reason her lover had declared 'And let there be light.'

"It's almost 2 pm", his knee dipping into the mattress, hands gripping the soft covers that she was cocooned in, trying to pull them off her head, but she groaned in refusal, "Go away, I am in pain because of you."

Quirking an eyebrow at her muffled accusation, he shook his head, his glasses at the tip of his nose as he tried to think of what she meant by the statement. Choi San was supposed to attend a conference in Japan for a business deal, and since he now had the perks, he had asked her if she would like to accompany him on the three-day trip, he would be busy during the first two days but he had promised to show her the city and spend time with her like actual tourists on the last day before they were to leave. She had instantly agreed, like she would ever say no to him - well, he couldn't say no to her either, so perhaps this was a two-way act of 'simping '. He was also glad that her business was doing well and that she was able to hire a good assistant manager to help out Jongho when she wasn’t around- Yunho was a great guy.

The two had arrived at a decent time yesterday, checked into the hotel, tested out the springs of the mattress, as she’d like to call it, and had a nice meal at a local restaurant nearby, when he had told her about the gym at the hotel, one of the many facilities his job gave him access too, for some reason she had been very eager to ‘hit the gym’ with him, not that he had any issues, he loved working out with people, so who better than her?

He had a meeting early in the morning, once he had come out of the shower, he had thought of waking her up so she could go for breakfast, but the sight of her blissful slumber had him reject his own proposal, opting to tuck her in tighter and kissing her goodbye, much like their usual routine. The meetings went well since Yeosang and the lot had provided him with sufficient material, and for once, Mingi had decided to send the right papers. His meeting had ended early, and lunch meant he had some time on his hands, which is why he had dropped by to check up on her, to make sure she was enjoying herself. Was she…perhaps upset with him? Should he have checked up on her sooner? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him- he had been very busy for the past few months, and this trip was probably the most time the two had spent together without him being called to work or her being called to the café because Wooyoung and Jongho disagreed on to add resins to the cookies or not. Maybe she thought the two would spend more time together here- well, technically he did say they would, but not on the first day and it wasn’t like her to be irrational, she had always respected his work ethic, only interfering when it became too hectic for him- one of the many things he loved about her. Then it must have been something else. Was she mad because she couldn’t go to the breakfast buffet? If that was the case, then he had the answer to spend some quality time with her and for her to eat.

"I know you must be hungry, that’s why, I got Mrs.Choi breakfast, let’s eat together before I have another meeting,” his words soft, noticing how her grip loosened, peaking up from behind the covers, pouting at him, “Say that again.” She whispered, slowly pulling up, her back resting against the pillows as she looked up at him, reaching for the strings of his hoodie, “Say that again, please.”

All too soon her lover's soft expressions morphed to a cheeky Chesire-like grin, eyes twinkling with curiosity, his whole being oozing with confidence, “Say what again?” his expressions laced with faux innoncence, pouting at her, cupping her face staring at her intently when she mumbled, “What you said earlier.”

“What? let’s eat together before I have another meeting?” lowering himself, he watched her sigh, grateful for how soft the pillows were, but she gently shook her head, “Before that.”

“Ohhh- you mean, ‘I know you must be hungry’,” he paused smiling down at her when her eyes snapped open, her expressions laced with annoyance, he knew what she meant, but why give it to her so easily when he could have some fun-

“OW!” pulling back he placed a hand on his chest, rubbing his pec through the cotton material, trying to sooth the pain and burning sensation, “Did you just pinch my-

“That’s what you get for acting all cocky, Mr.Choi.”

“Well, Mrs.Choi, are you going to come eat or not? I have another meeting at four.” He said with a huff, still rubbing the area, as he stood up, it was then that she noticed his change of attire- did he not wear a suit for the meeting?

“I can’t move and did you go to the meeting dressed like this?” she asked only to shiver at the cold air hitting her form when he pulled the covers off her, frowning, “What do you mean you can’t move? I showered after coming back- Are you hurt? Did you pull something at the gym last night? Why didn’t you tell me?” His questions were thrown around as he started to manoeuvre her body, ignoring her yelp when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down so she was lying on her back, “Is it your ankle? Did you sprain it while on the treadmill?” He asked before flipping her over onto her stomach, “Or your back? Is it a throbbing pain or a shooting up your spine kind of pain?”

“It’s the ‘I went to the gym to stare at my husband workout but he didn’t get the hint and thought I wanted to become Mr. Muscle like him’ so we worked out for two hours kind of pain.” Her words were muffled by the mattress, only for her to squeak when he flipped her around, glaring down at her, though she only smiled at him, admiring the way the onyx tuft of hair had grown back- he never did approve of that couple’s magazine anymore- poking out from under his grey hood.

“I’m married to a perv.”

“I wasn’t the one who flashed my neighbour- SAN WAIT!” heaving her up bridal style he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he walked towards the coffee table as she gripped onto him for her dear life, “First of all I didn’t flash you, I was fully clothed and secondly, I told you I’m on the clock and would like to enjoy a pleasant meal with my perverted wife.” Setting her down easy on the couch he smiled at her, no hint of annoyance on those sweet features of his, leaning closer to peck her cheek before lifting the lid of her personal, traditional Japanese breakfast, consisting of the usual; steamed rice, miso souple, pickles, grilled fish, tamagoyaki and even some tofu. Admiring the presentation of the food she smiled, picking up the utensils as he brought a chair and sat next to her, she was plating it for him, grabbing a piece of the rolled omelette and raising it to his lips, “Sannie, did you pay for this separately? I don’t think they serve breakfast at 2 pm.”

Smiling at her he gratefully took the bite, admiring how she still made sure to feed him well, even if it were pointless considering he’d always be in the mood to have a meal with her. Not answering her question he nodded towards the food, “It tastes better warm, Mrs.Choi.”

She was eating quietly, while he was busy typing on his phone, this was often how it would go for the two, the comfortable silence enveloping them into their own little bubble, where the two would be too engrossed in their own activities, yet, be hyper-aware of each other’s presence. The only words exchanged would be nonchalant, casual chatter, which to the outsider would seem immensely pointless, but it wasn’t for them. He’d love the way she’d chide in with the ‘try this, Sannie’ and feed him even if he was too busy reading a report. She loved how even if he was busy typing away, he would be attentive enough to notice her little needs, like when he’d stop typing to reach for the bottle of water, unscrew the cap and pour it in a glass for her, then casually going back to work, or how he’d hand a napkin before she would ask.

“We should get little Kang, something too.” She stated, putting the dishes away in a neat manner so she could cover them with the lid, “Though he still isn’t sure if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“I don’t think either would make a difference though,” he mumbled chewing on his lower lip, thumb scrolling on the screen as he stared at it, “I’m sure he’d be thrilled either way.”

“That’s true,” she sighed, thinking of how happy Yeosang was when he told the two that he was going to become a father, he even asked San to become the child’s godfather, which had the broad-shouldered man sobbing like a little boy, nodding as he hugged the dad-to-be to death. That is until the others pulled him away, once they noticed Yeosang turning blue, only for her husband to whine and hug her instead, mumbling onto her shoulder, declaring how happy he was for his friend.

“Do you…have a preference, Sannie?” she asked, leaning closer to him, placing her chin on his shoulder, though he didn’t look away from his phone, it must be something important then, but she really did want to know, did he have a preference? She knew her parents didn’t, especially how they raised her like a little princess, but maybe San did- truly a conversation you have before your marriage but maybe his ‘I don’t mind’ changed to something more specific.

“I…” he paused to stare up at the ceiling as if waiting for a revelation of some kind, “Don’t have a preference, I told you, boy or girl. I would love our child endlessly.” His words had her heart doing backflips, swooning over him even more if that were possible, but his next statement had her figuratively bawling in pure bliss, “Though I get to name her if she’s a girl, princess treatment from day one.” With that, he went back to typing, as if he had not just said something extremely important, something extremely intimate.

“Then, I can’t wait for when we’re ready,” she whispered, leaning closer to peck his cheek before she got up, only for him to grab her arm and throw her over his shoulder as he stood up, ignoring the way she screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

“Fulfilling the desires of my wife.” He stated all too simply, as he marched towards the bed, and tossed her on the bed, watching her whole-body bounce at the soft impact, “What? WHAT? Don’t you have work- NOW? LIKE NOW-NOW?” she crawled backwards, till her back pressed against the headboard, watching him take off his glasses then throw the phone on the couch.

“Meeting got delayed, it’s at five, I have enough time for,” With a slight groan he pulled off his hoodie, a small smirk gracing his lips when he noticed her visibly gulp, gripping onto the sheets with anticipation and excitement, watching him get on the bed, crawling towards her as his hand found its destination, cupping her warm, blushing cheek, face a breath away from her, “a practice round or two.”

“Oh.”

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@mlysalt @spooo00oky @the-kpop-simp

[minghaoslatina]

4:04 pm ✰ MINGI

now playing 🎧 for lovers by lamp

word count ⌨️ 443

You approach the front door with a bag of food in hand, feeling a sense of nervous anticipation as you gently knock. You've been dropping off food for your boyfriend, Mingi, every day since his depression returned two weeks ago. Even though you are very worried for him, you stopped visiting him face-to-face to give him space for a few days. Today, you finally decided to see him and hope that today will be a better day for him.

Seonghwa answers the door. He greets you with a warm smile and informs you that Mingi is in his room. You thank him and remove your shoes before making your way down the hallway to Mingi's bedroom door.

As you stand outside his room, you take a deep breath and knock softly. You hear a muffled "come in" from inside, and you slowly turn the doorknob and push the door open. The room is dimly lit, with the curtains drawn shut and only a small lamp on Mingi's nightstand providing any illumination.

Mingi is lying in bed, his eyes closed, and his breathing is slow and steady. You approach him quietly, placing the bag of food on his bedside table. You sit down next to him and gently stroke his hair, hoping your presence will bring him comfort and peace.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask Mingi in a soft voice. Mingi's eyes, filled with gratitude, meet yours. He will always be thankful for you, for your unwavering kindness and care that never fail to amaze him. Your presence in his life, especially during his toughest moments, is a source of immense gratitude.

Mingi nods his head and looks up at you, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I feel better than yesterday," he says, his voice carrying a hint of optimism that fills the room.

"That's good, baby. Take your time," you replied, offering a comforting smile as you settled down beside him on the bed. As he turned to hug you, he reached up to switch off the lamp.

"Stay with me for a while. I missed you, thank you for giving me space," Mingi whispered in your ear. You grinned and rested your head on his chest, finding comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I'll always be here," you assured him before drifting to sleep alongside him.

Seonghwa and San cautiously peeked into the room a few hours later to check on their best friend. They quickly closed the door when they saw the two of you sleeping peacefully, wrapped in each other's embrace. Seeing this, they knew that Mingi would be alright, especially with you by his side.

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a/n 💌

a quick idea I came up with 🤧

[kwanisms]

[00:12], Mingi, requested by @yoonguurt

╰┈➤ M20 "sit on my face" & M29 "you're mine"

summary: your boyfriend wants to try something new

wc: 446

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), sexual content: face sitting, oral (f receiving), slight exhibition kink on Mingi's part lol

a/n: “ole Mingo” ffs Sky lmao anyway, here’s your face sitting Mingo timestamp. Hope you like it

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You could have sworn he could hear the pounding of your heart as you processed your boyfriend's words. Your cheeks were a bright red as you stared at him, hoping he hadn't just said what you thought he just said as he hovered over you.

"W-what?" you stammered. Mingi leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. "I said," he murmured. "I want you to sit on my face," he finally repeated pulling away from you. Amused at the deep shade of red your face took on.

"Mingi," you started to protest but he wasn't hearing any of it. He took the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your thighs, leaving your skirt on. "What if I smother you?" you managed to squeak as he tossed the material aside.

Mingi took your hand in his and pulled you up into a sitting position, a smirk on his face. "I think I'll manage," he said as he laid back on the mattress of your shared bed. "Come on, baby," he said as he pulled you onto his lap, your exposed core brushing against the denim of his jeans.

You let out a small gasp at the contact but Mingi wasn't satisfied. "Please, Y/N. I want to taste you," he said, pulling your hand and leading you up, scooting down so his head was right underneath you. You cautiously held your skirt up, peering down at him. "Are you sure about this?" you asked.

Mingi nodded, his hands caressing your thighs as he guided you down. "I'm absolutely sure" he said, his breath fanning over your sex. You shivered, your eyes fluttering shut before he pulled you down on his waiting tongue.

A soft whimper left your lips and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand as your boyfriend's tongue worked expertly against your clit. Muffled moans left your lips. Disappointed you weren't making as much sound as usual, Mingi pushed you up slightly so he could speak.

"Don't cover your mouth baby. Let me hear you," he breathed. You looked down, locking eyes with him. "The neighbors might hear," you whispered. Mingi shrugged and smiled up at you. "Let them hear how good I make you feel. I want everyone to know who you belong to," he said before pulling you back down on his tongue, a loud moan escaping you.

Needless to say, your neighbors left you a strongly worded note the next morning and you hit Mingi's chest playfully, cheeks tinged pink. "I told you!" you hissed as he wrapped his arms around you. "I told you," he murmured, pressing his lips against your shoulder. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

[yaasirambles]

Mingi "Dance with Me"

[9:00 p.m]

You and Mingi had left a kbbq restaurant, rain pouring outside. Mingi quickly ran out under the rain, spinning around with his arms out.

"What are you doing?" You laughed as you watched him

"Dancing in the rain. Don't I look sexy?" He bit his lip playfully and did a body roll, trying to make you laugh more

"oh yes very sexy" you say sarcastically, laughing at him again. Shaking your head as you watch him.

"Dance with me" He reaches a hand out towards you

"I don't knowww" You say unsure

He smiles and pulls you with him. Spinning you around and pulling your body close to his. The sounds of both of you giggling fill the sidewalk. You look at his face, his smile bright and wide.

He looks into your eyes as he holds you to him, his hands on your waist.

"You're so beautiful like this" He whispers as he leans his face closer to yours while you sway around in the rain.

"There are people looking." You say shyly, noticing people had been watching you two dance from inside the restaurant.

"Let them look" He leans in to kiss you deeply. The dim yellow streetlight illuminates both your bodies. The rain pouring down on you.

[edenesth]

[9:47 PM]

Noticing Mingi's persistent gaze fixed on you yet again that evening, you frowned and nudged his shoulder, whispering sternly, "Quit staring at me and mingle with your coworkers! It's impolite to ignore them. Take advantage of this chance to network, for heaven's sake."

Your boyfriend had eagerly brought you along as his date to his company's annual dinner, eager to finally introduce you after enduring endless teasing from his colleagues for always attending solo. Despite the opportunity to establish connections with influential figures ranging from high-ranking executives to international affiliates, he found himself unable to leave your side.

Extending his hand under the table to clasp yours, he leaned in and slyly murmured in your ear, "But darling, how can I possibly take my eyes off you when you look so irresistibly stunning tonight, hm?"

"Behave yourself, Song Mingi."

As those around you began to shoot knowing glances at both of you, you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. While you weren't usually one to shy away from public displays of affection, this wasn't just any place—it was Mingi's work event. You felt it important for him to maintain a professional impression among his colleagues.

With a smirk, he tightened his grip on your hand, planting a mischievous peck on your cheek, "And what if I refuse to?"

"Don't be ridiculous," You scoffed, lightly swatting his hand away and pushing him back by the chest, though it wasn't easy given his towering size and strength. Deciding it might be best for him to give his coworkers some attention, you sent the people at your table a polite smile before excusing yourself, "I'm just going to freshen up. Please keep an eye on him for me."

They chuckled at your jest, assuring you as you rose from your seat, a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder as you passed behind him. Leaning down, you whispered in his ear, "Listen to me and be a good boy, perhaps you'll be rewarded when we return home."

You didn't need to look at him to sense the warmth creeping up his cheeks. You could hear his colleagues laughing, likely teasing him for being so whipped. Suppressing your giggles, you made your way to the nearest washroom to touch up your makeup. With the dinner drawing to a close, you dared to utter those suggestive words, relying on the fact that it was almost over. You just needed him to behave a little longer. Maybe that would serve as good motivation.

Or so you hoped.

To your surprise, when you walked out of the facilities, Mingi was nowhere to be found. You let out a sigh of disbelief when you realised he wasn't in his seat. There went the chance you wanted to give him to socialise, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

As you reached into your purse for your phone to text him, you gasped when your actions were abruptly halted by a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind. It was only when you registered the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne that you relaxed. However, your calmness didn't last long as you remembered your surroundings. It wouldn't be appropriate if any of his colleagues were to turn around and notice the back hug he was giving you.

"Stop it, Mingi—"

You froze when you felt his face right beside yours, his breath brushing against your cheek as he spoke in his famous low voice, "You're so cruel to me, you know that? How do you expect me to remain professional after that stunt you pulled, darling? As if you haven't already been seducing me all night."

Protesting, you attempted to free yourself from his embrace, "I was not—" but your words caught in your throat when he pressed his lips against a sensitive spot on your neck, sending an immediate shiver down your spine and weakening your knees.

"Say what you like, princess. But we're leaving now," He declared, finally releasing his arms from around you. Without delay, he firmly secured your hand in his and led you out of the hall. Sensing your resistance, he quickly reassured, "Don't worry, I've informed them we're leaving early due to an emergency at home."

"Huh? What kind of emergency?" Your brows furrowed with concern.

He grinned, casting a glance back at you over his shoulder, "I'm in desperate need of that reward you promised, darling."

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It would be a crime not to write anything after seeing these damn photos HAHA the way I was trying so hard to focus on writing part 20 of TWTHH, but I literally could not do so until I get this out of my system first.

Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed this one! As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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[8.17] dad!mingi (ft. dad!wooyoung)

⇀ one kid is one thing. two kids is another thing. three kids ???

⇁ he thank the gods above and below from the past present and future that minjae was such a good first child. what makes him think his eight-month-olds would be the same ??

It was barely morning and Mingi was already up. Minjae, his six year old son woke him up by slapping his cheek (not gently). "Dad," he called out, sitting back as he waited for Mingi to wake up. Mingi groaned and blinked rapidly, trying to wake himself up. "Daaaaad," Minjae called again. Mingi finally sat up whilst nodding his head, "Yeah, yeah, I'm up, I'm up. What's wrong?" He coughed slightly, throat feeling slightly dry.

Minjae scrunched his nose as he pointed to the opened door, "Minhyun and Minhyuk smell funny," he mumbled, still slightly sleepy but awake enough to check on his baby brothers. With a sigh, Mingi sat up and rubbed his face harshly to wake himself more. "Why didn't you wake mommy up?" Mingi's voice was raspy and slightly lower and muffled due to his face being covered by his palm but Minjae heard it loud and clear. His dad's words confused him and he couldn't help but scrunch his nose in confusion, "Mommy's not here, daddy. Mommy's on a mom trip," he stated simply, causing Mingi to pause in realization of the truth. He had forgotten you left last night with your other mom friends. It didn't even occur to him until Minjae mentioned it because he was distracted almost immediately after you left. He was bummed while cleaning the apple sauce off the floor from when Minhyun and Minhyuk threw a tantrum, all the while making sure that Minjae was able to help him out.

Maybe it was truly a good idea that you and he waited four years before trying for another kid because neither of you was expecting twins. It was good that Minjae had turned five years old when the twins were born which was old enough to help the both of you around, especially with his brothers.

"Okay, come on little buddy," With a groan, Mingi got himself up from the bed and stretch slightly before joining Minjae with a grin on his face, "Ready for battle?" Minjae nodded enthusiastically with a big grin on his face.

To say that Mingi was nervous to be left alone for three days with his boys was a huge understatement. He was terrified. He was okay when you left him with Minjae for two hours, six hours tops but three kids is a whole other rodeo. But his nerves immediately melted away when he was actually doing the job. And again, it was mostly because Minjae was there to help him by doing his big boy duties, but still, it was justified. Mingi had managed to wrangle his twins from their beds and brought them to the couch so he could reward Minjae with cartoons as he change his twins' diapers. "Buddy, can you help daddy get the Diaper Genie?" Mingi asked without looking away from his twins. "Sure, daddy," Minjae answered and soon his voice was followed by the soft patters of his steps.

"Okay! Daddy isn't as bad at this as uncle Sannie, huh?" Mingi was so focused on cleaning his boys and putting clean diapers on them that he started talking to himself. It was a habit that he never realized until you pointed it out and it seemed that the habit appeared more once he had his boys. As if they understood, Mingi heard giggles from Minhyun and garbled gibberish from Minhyuk like he was replying. "Aww, thank you, boys. Now we can show mommy that daddy isn't hopeless!" The more he spoke, the more his twins enjoyed it, replying on and on like they were having a conversation.

It wasn't until Mingi heard a groan from behind him that he shifted his attention from his twins. Minjae was trying his best to be independent, being the big brother that he was by doing the task his dad had given him without any help. Though, it was VERY obvious that he was struggling with how his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, grunts and groans following his steps. "Whoah there, little man," Immediately, Mingi left his twins to aid his eldest but Minjae whined stubbornly, "No! I wanna help! Big brother duty!" despite Mingi trying, Minjae was trying his best to avoid his dad's grasp by moving around. Though frustrating, Mingi could only chuckle at how adorable he was being so he backed off and tried to guard his son from tripping or falling. As a dad, Mingi had the luxury of laughing things off and letting his son (and later on, sons) be as rambunctious as they wanted because he has you who knows what to do. But in this situation, he was a solo parent on a solo mission so if anything were to happen, it's his ass on the line and possibly on a stick when you come back home. Each step Minjae took with the empty and light yet large-sized item in his hand was like the devil increasing his stress level. He trusted that his son could do the simple task but he didn't trust the furniture to not injure his precious babies.

When Minjae finally set the Diaper Genie down, Mingi was finally able to let out the breath he was holding. A sudden rush of relief washed over Mingi and he felt a sense of pride for himself for being able to handle the stress so well and for his son who did his duty well.

"Dad, where are Minhyun and Minhyuk?"

Until that moment.

The couch where Mingi had put his clean babies was empty and there were no signs of them anywhere, not a cry, not a giggle, not a peep. "Oh God, okay, where are they?" panic was evident in Mingi's voice as he started looking under the couch for his twins as Minjae helped, both very confused and worried about the twins' disappearing act. "Where could they be?" Mingi huffed, trying to think of where his babies who were barely able to crawl could be.

"Daddy, I found them!"

Mingi rushed to Minjae's side, looking at where he was pointing to see both twins perfectly fine on the nook under the side table of the couch. God knows how they both got there, but they didn't look distraught and that was what was important. It was rather odd though as the couch and the floor had quite the height difference and one should assume that if babies were to fall off, even onto the soft carpet under, there would at least be a soft thud and a cry. After all, it was still a fall. "How did you boys get here?" It was quite the attempt to take them out carefully, not wanting to hurt them or even leave a mark on them. With steady and careful hands, Mingi took one twin out and handed him over to Minjae who placed them gently on the play mat that he had dragged close and then took out the other and put him on the mat himself. On Mingi's part, it was rather worrisome, thinking about the how, the why, the ifs, and the what of the ordeal. But to the twins, it felt more like a fun ride than anything else, they were giggling and smiling happily at Mingi, happy to see their dad and brother.

Even when Mingi left the twins to play on their own with Minjae close to them, he still couldn't shake the anxiety that something had happened to the twins. Something he didn't realize. He must have not realized it because he was never left alone with them before. Anything and everything that happened was ALWAYS under your watch and you know every red sleep line, every mark, every weird feeling of soft bumpy baby head that belonged to either one of your twins or your eldest. You got mom instincts and honestly, the only thing Mingi can have is the anticipation of having the hot dad bod in at least a decade. It was starting to freak him out, the worrying over his babies. Maybe their lack of cries is a sign that they had trauma and that they were just still in shock. Maybe Mingi should have immediately brought the twins to the ER. But then the hospital would contact you and then you'll know that he's incompetent and was incapable of being left all alone with your children.

"Okay, yeah no, I'm not taking any risk."

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Wooyoung grumpily stomped his foot to the front door where he know Mingi was due to the incessant panic knocking and the fact that he saw Mingi's panicked face in his doorbell monitor, demanding Wooyoung to open his door and help him. It didn't occur to Wooyoung that Mingi would have his twins strapped onto his chest and back while Minjae was grinning brightly at him on Mingi's baby-bag-free side with his hand in Mingi's grasp.

"You've got to help me," Mingi said, pushing past Wooyoung into the apartment despite not receiving an invitation to come inside. "Hi, Mingi, pleasant to see you again. I've had an awesome morning with Woohee and we are in the middle of having breakfast. Would you and your offsprings like to come in?" Sarcasm dripped from Wooyoung's voice as he rolled his eyes and proceeded to close his front door. "Woohee, sweetie," Wooyoung called out to his daughter who was enjoying her dad's homemade waffle, passing Mingi who was putting his damned Jesus sandals away as he instructed Minjae on how to store his own shoes, "Look who came by! It's your friend Minjae!" A gasp was heard from inside the house and within seconds, a little girl in pigtails, a missing front tooth, and bunny pyjamas with matching bunny ears appeared with a large grin that matched her dad's. The second she saw her friend, she squealed and rushed to envelop Minjae in a tight hug that was reciprocated equally. The two children ran off together, possibly to the dining table so Woohee could finish her waffles and Minjae could have a bite.

Wooyoung was about to ask what happened when Mingi suddenly grabbed him by the neckline of his sleeping shirt and pulled him close to his face, "Help me!" he exclaimed, still panicking. "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Easy there!" It was hard, but Wooyoung managed to shove Mingi's strong grip off of him, "Tell me what happened." The speed Mingi was talking was inhuman, it was too quick for Wooyoung to follow but thankfully, he had years of practice by hearing Hongjoong and Seonghwa scold him long into the night and only focusing on the parts that mattered. So far, Wooyoung got '(y/n) on mom trip', 'alone with babies', 'barely looked over', 'babies off the couch', and 'trauma-induced state'. "Okay, so?" Wooyoung was confused as to why Mingi was so panicky and out of breath and it frustrated Mingi slightly. "Don't you see? I think there's something wrong with my babies from the fall and I don't know what to do! And I can't just go to the hospital because what if they called (y/n) and then called the CPS on me?" it was obvious that Mingi was too distraught to make sense but Wooyoung had to admit that it was a rather entertaining sight to see.

Understanding Mingi, however, Wooyoung took a second to look at the twins who were strapped on his body. Both twins were facing forward with Minhyun on the front, and Minhyuk on the back with his face peering over Mingi's shoulders. Wooyoung looked at them closely one by one, inspecting them to see if he could see anything alarming but the twins were simply grinning and giggling happily at them. "Honestly man," Wooyoung shrugged as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, "I can't see anything wrong with them. They seemed perfectly fine to me." Mingi's jaw dropped and he scoffed, "No, you don't get it," huffing, it was as if Mingi couldn't accept that Wooyoung was not seeing what he was fearing, "They're not crying, man. They suffered a fall and they're not crying! They haven't been crying since their mom left and I think I somehow messed them up!" Mingi's voice was slowly increasing an octave each second and hearing this, his twins giggled happily as they thought it was funny.

Now understanding Mingi's subtext, Wooyoung groaned and threw his head back in frustration. "Good God man, they're not crying because they like you! They're happy with you! Because you're a good dad!" he pointed out, emphasizing each word as best as he could so Mingi would understand. Honestly, that possibility had not registered Mingi's mind and he was in denial over the fact. "B-but..." when he looked down on one twin and peeked at his brother on his back, he saw them looking at him with nothing but happiness, "They're not... Crying..." it was clear that the possibility of his twins being happy with him was a rather foreign concept and honestly, Wooyoung couldn't blame him. But he was still petty because his friend had interrupted his peaceful morning with his princess. "Dude, why are you not listening to me? They're not crying because they don't have any reason to cry! You want cries? Here," Wooyoung proved his point by taking Minhyun from his chest carrier which immediately caused him to cry and with that, as an automatic response, Minhyuk began crying too. "There, they're crying now," Wooyoung stated simply, placing Minhyun back in his carrier that seemed to lower the volume of his cries because he was finally returned to the safe embrace of his dad. Mingi immediately wrapped his arms around Minhyun as he rocked his body in to calm Minhyuk down too. Though Wooyoung had deliberately made his twins cry, he couldn't help but grin widely as he finally accepted the fact. "Hey, they're not crying because I'm a good dad!" his tone was much lighter and he sounded much happier with the notion, realizing that Wooyoung was in fact right.

Despite it being a happy moment, Wooyoung still couldn't believe how ridiculous his friend was being. Though, he liked seeing his friend so happy with the realization that he was in fact a good dad and he was capable of handling his own children. "Good for you man, now you may join us once your children calmed down," was all Wooyoung said before he walked off to join his daughter and Mingi's eldest for breakfast.

Still rocking his twins, Mingi couldn't help the seemingly permanently etched grin on his face. "Don't worry babies, the bad man is gone now, daddy's here to protect you from the gremlin who made you cry," he cooed. "I heard that," Wooyoung loudly grumbled mid-bite of his waffle but Mingi couldn't care less.

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[9:46pm] "how's the birthday boy," you asked in a sing-song tone, smiling lightly at mingi as you walked to him.

he wore a shirt and suit trousers, a blazer in his hand. his tie was loose and his shirt was untucked in a deliciously reckless manner. he slid a hand into his pocket and shrugged.

"okay, i suppose," he forced a smile onto his face, but there was little joy in his eyes.

your own smile faltered. "hey, i won't be having that! tell me what's wron-"

"hey guys!"

you both were abruptly interrupted by your boyfriend, who happened to work in the same department as mingi. he snaked an arm to your waist and pulled you closer for a firm peck on the lips. mingi stared at the floor.

"oh, heya," you smiled gently, although not particularly interested in the man now latched onto your body. you were much more interested in the sad man in front of you, a year older and yet losing his lust for life. you felt the urge to change that.

"come out for drinks with us tonight, mingi," you suggested, making mingi gaze up with intrigue.

he objected at first, but you and your boyfriend started insisting. "you gotta celebrate!"

and so here he was, at the bar with you and some other work colleagues, drinking his woes away. he didn't know what he was doing or why he was there. his body started to ache and he wanted to leave.

you couldn't bare seeing him so unlike his usual cheery self. after you shook off your boyfriend, who was becoming more clingy than you wanted, you made your way to sit next to mingi, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. he began to drink his beer.

"what can i do to make you feel better, big boy?" you said, surprised in your outrageously flirtatious tone, although you could just blame the alcohol.

his eye twitched at the nickname you threw at him, his large hand gripping the glass in his hands as he turned his head to face yours finally. you were so close that you could feel his breath whisper over your lips.

"break up with him."

his eyes were narrowed, the dark room make his sultry stare almost deadly. you felt a chilling thrill shoot down your spine.

"a birthday wish?" you hummed, inching even closer, "i can't deny such a request..."

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