#mingyu seventeen

[mylovesstuffs]

.svt giving you something of theirs to keep 🧷 [97z version]

ⓘ contents: romance, fluff, softness, casual intimacy. gift-giving as love language. unsolicited gifts you’ll never be allowed to give back. a lot of softness [everyone]

A/N: my first ever fake text post… does this qualify as smau? who’s to say. i always thought it looked hard [and it is], which is probably why i avoided trying it until now. also, full transparency: this might be a little cringy and not 100% aligned with how i usually imagine svt, but i still wanted to try. rookie mistakes and all. and, this one’s special—it’s my first bd with svt, and i was just really excited about it. next year i’ll probably go back to normal

also: the text screenshots came out to 24 [!!] so i couldn’t upload everything all at once or split it by hyung/maknae line like i’d hoped. i ended up going with 95z, 96z, 97z, and 98+99z. thank you for bearing with me. [and yes, i will be copy-pasting this a/n]

95z 96z 97z 98z + 99z

[woozinhos]

Can you do mingyu with some Mafia au ...pls pls pls...I just really like your writingss

I am kinda obsessed with your writings

Is that blood? ||Mingyu Mafia Au

Notes: my last one for tonight guys saved the longest for last hehe enjoyyy

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The door to the luxurious mansion slammed shut as Mingyu walked in, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. He was a member of a powerful mafia, and he took his job seriously. As he made his way through the house, he could hear soft footsteps coming from upstairs. He smirked to himself, knowing exactly who it was. Mingyu quietly made his way up the stairs and towards the bedroom, where he found you lying on the bed, waiting for him.

"You're here," you said, sitting up and smiling at him. Mingyu's smirk widened as he walked towards the bed. "Of course I am," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "I couldn't stay away from you."

He sat down on the bed beside you, his hand trailing up your thigh. "You look gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body. You looked down and saw the blood on Mingyu's hands, your eyes widening in surprise. "Mingyu, what happened?" you asked, your voice filled with concern.

Mingyu followed your gaze and looked down at his hands, seemingly unfazed by the sight of the blood. "Just a little business," he said nonchalantly, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. He reached out and gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Don't worry about it," he said, his eyes locking onto yours. "I'm here now, and that's all that matters."

"I'm not worried about that," you said, your voice firm. "I'm worried about you. You're covered in blood." Mingyu chuckled darkly and leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know I can take care of myself," he whispered. "Besides, I like it when you worry about me."

His hand continued to trail up your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "But right now, I want to take care of you," he murmured, his voice taking on a more possessive tone. Mingyu hovered over you, his body pressing you down into the bed. He slowly undid his tie, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to show you just how much I missed you." He leaned down and captured your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with an intensity that left you breathless. His hands roamed over your body, his touch both gentle and demanding.

Mingyu may be a powerful member of a mafia, but he has a soft spot for you. Despite his tough exterior and dangerous job, he always treats you with care and affection. As he kissed you, his hands gently caressed your body, his touch filled with tenderness. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, his eyes filled with love and desire.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. "You're the only one who can make me feel like this." You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. "I love you too," you whispered back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Mingyu leaned down and began to kiss your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. He nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

"You're mine," he repeated, his voice filled with possessiveness. "No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you like this." Mingyu pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to see you ride me," he said, his voice low and commanding. Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, but you couldn't deny the way they made you feel. You nodded, your heart racing with excitement.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "I'll ride you." Mingyu smiled widely, clearly pleased with your response. He laid back against the headboard, his eyes fixed on you as you positioned yourself on top of him.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Now show me how much you want me." Mingyu undid his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. He quickly pulled his pants down, freeing his erection. You couldn't help but stare at him, your eyes roaming over his body hungrily. You felt a wave of desire wash over you as you straddled him, your body already aching for him.

"You're so eager," Mingyu teased, his hands running up and down your thighs. "I love it." Mingyu's fingers traced the edge of your panties, slowly pulling them to the side. He groaned as he saw how wet you were, his eyes darkening with lust.

"You're already so ready for me," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You're such a good girl, always so eager to please me." You slowly slid down onto Mingyu's cock, taking him inch by inch. You both moaned in unison as he filled you up, the feeling of him inside you sending shivers down your spine. Mingyu's grip on your hips tightened as he struggled to control himself, his eyes fixed on the way your body moved on top of him.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice strained. "You feel so good, baby." Mingyu couldn't resist the sight of your bare chest, and he quickly pulled your tank top down, letting your breasts spill out. He groaned at the sight, his hands immediately coming up to cup them.

"God, you're perfect," he said, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "I could look at you like this all day." You began to move slowly, rolling your hips in a circular motion. Mingyu watched you with intense eyes, his hands still firmly on your breasts.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice husky with desire. "Take what you need from me." You picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on Mingyu's cock with increasing speed. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin. Mingyu was mesmerized by the sight of you riding him, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from you.

"You look so beautiful like this," he growled, his hands moving to your hips to guide your movements. "So desperate for me." Mingyu couldn't help himself, and he slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing through the room. He growled as he did it, his eyes dark with desire.

"Mine," he grunted, his hand coming down on your other cheek. "All mine." You cried out at the sting of his slap, but the pain only added to your pleasure. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with need. Mingyu could sense that you were close, and he began to thrust up into you, meeting your movements with his own.

"Cum for me, baby," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. "Let me see you fall apart." Mingyu could tell that you were trying to hold back, so he reassured you. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I won't stop. I'll keep going until you're completely spent." He continued to pound into you relentlessly, his hips snapping up to meet yours with each thrust. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he wasn't going to stop until you were screaming his name.

You cried out as you finally reached your peak, your body convulsing with pleasure. "Mingyu!" you screamed, your nails digging into his shoulders as you came hard around him. Mingyu grunted in response, feeling your walls clench around him. He held you tightly, riding out your orgasm with you until you were a trembling mess in his arms.

Mingyu smiled as he watched you come down from your high, enjoying the sight of you completely undone. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before pushing you down onto the bed. He positioned himself between your legs, his cock still buried deep inside you. "That's my girl," he praised, his eyes filled with pride. "You did so well for me."

Mingyu leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he began to thrust again. "It's my turn now," he growled against your lips. "I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied." Mingyu's pace was relentless as he took control, his hips snapping against yours with a brutal force. He gripped your thighs tightly, holding them apart as he pounded into you.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours. "I could do this all day." Mingyu threw his head back, his eyes closed in pleasure as he continued to thrust into you. His moans grew louder, mingling with the sound of your own as he bit down on his lip. He was getting close, you could tell by the way his rhythm started to falter and his breathing became ragged.

"I'm going to cum," Mingyu grunted, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'm going to fill you up." He looked down at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Beg me for it," he demanded. "Beg me to cum inside you."You whimpered and spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Mingyu," you begged. "Please cum inside me. I need it."

Mingyu's eyes darkened at your words, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his peak. "That's my good girl," he praised, his voice strained. "You want me to claim you from the inside, don't you?" You nodded desperately, your eyes locked on his. "Yes, yes," you panted. "I want to feel you inside me, filling me up."

Mingyu let out a guttural moan as he finally reached his limit, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside you. He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Mingyu groaned and swore as he came down from his high, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting heavily against your skin.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice hoarse. Mingyu slowly pulled out of you, his smile widening as he saw the mess he had made. He collapsed onto the bed next to you, his arm draped over your waist.

Mingyu reached for a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a long drag. He blew out a puff of smoke, watching it curl in the air above him. Mingyu smiled as he looked at you, taking in the sight of your disheveled appearance. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that he had made you look like that.

"You're a mess," he teased, running a hand over your thigh. "And it's all because of me."

[mocchiixxx]

The Art of Letting Go Seventeen ANGST Series # | 9: When the Spotlight Fades to Black

Genre: Angst, Secret Relationship, Emotional Disconnect, Growing Apart

🐶 Kim Mingyu x Reader

Summary: Kim Mingyu was the epitome of warmth and charisma. His smile could brighten even the darkest days, and his presence filled any room. But when the spotlight wasn't on him, when the cameras turned off, something inside him shifted. And you were the one who noticed, the one who felt the weight of his absence in every corner of your life. It wasn’t his fault, he loved you. But in a world where you were a secret and he was constantly in the public eye, how much of him was really yours?

Mingyu was never supposed to be the kind of person to leave a relationship. He was kind, protective, the kind of boyfriend who would light up your world with a smile and hold you close when the world outside felt too cold. But lately, there had been more distance between you two than ever before.

Tonight was supposed to be different.

It was your anniversary, the first one you’d ever get to celebrate properly. (Or so u thought..)

But as you waited for him at the restaurant, glancing at the clock every few minutes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the space between you was no longer just physical. It had become something deeper.

Your phone buzzed.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I won’t make it tonight. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” -Gyuu♥️

You stared at the screen for a long time, heart sinking with every passing second.

You couldn’t count the number of times this had happened, the moments where his career had taken priority over the relationship, the promises made and never kept.

You knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, but it didn’t stop the hurt from seeping in.

You sighed, gathering your things and stepping out into the cool night air. The city was alive, bustling with energy, but in that moment, you felt isolated. Alone.

You should have known better than to believe that things would ever be different.

Mingyu loved you, but the life he led wasn’t one that allowed him to love in the way you needed.

It's like you guys are two worlds apart.

You’d always been his secret, kept in the shadows, a part of his life that only he knew existed. No one else saw the way he looked at you when the cameras weren’t around.

No one else knew how tender his touch could be, how deep his feelings ran. But as his career skyrocketed, the distance grew.

And now, it wasn’t just the secrecy, it was the absence. The constant missing, the feeling that he was slipping further and further away from you.

You went back home, the weight of the night settling heavily on your chest. You’d always tried to convince yourself that it was okay, that it was just temporary, that it was part of the job. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

The door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the hallway, looking guilty as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he said quietly, his voice low and apologetic.

You forced a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “It’s fine,” you lied, stepping inside your apartment.

Mingyu followed you, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for something he couldn’t quite place. “Babe, are you okay?”

“No,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “I’m not okay.”

He frowned, stepping closer. “What’s wrong?”

“You are,” you whispered, looking up at him. “You’re not here, Gyu. I’m always the second priority. I’m always waiting. Always hoping that tonight will be the night that you’ll finally choose me. But it never is. You can’t keep promising me something you can’t even fulfill.”

His expression faltered, and for the first time, you saw a crack in his perfect, smiling facade. “I’m sorry, okay?” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I don’t mean to hurt you. I love you.”

“I know you do,” you said, the tears now slipping from your eyes. “But love isn’t enough when it’s just words. When you’re not here. When you’re not present, even when you are physically with me.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head, taking a step back. “I can’t keep waiting for you to come back. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel like I’m being left behind.”

Mingyu’s face fell. “Please don’t say that. Don’t walk away from me.”

“I’m not walking away,” you said softly, voice trembling. “I’m just realizing that I’ve been standing here alone, waiting for you to come home when you don’t even know how to be here anymore.”

You turned, not looking back at him as you walked toward the door of your room. The sound of his footsteps followed you, but the distance was already there. You couldn’t close it anymore.

And as you stepped inside your room and locked it with him being outside, softly knocking and begging for you to talk to him and fix things, you cover your hands to your ears to not hear his voice.

It will only hurt more.

You blocked the noise he's making because you know he will give up eventually, and he did, after a few minutes.

His silent sniff broke your heart but you remain stubborn to acknowledge him hurting too.

You keep convincing yourself that this was for the best. That the pain will past and your hearts will love on eventually.

Because you knew that if the relationship continue like this, you're not the only one who will be ruined, he will too.

So in order to minimize the damage and free you both from pain, you choses this and let go of him.

And as his footsteps fade away... the spotlight faded, and with it?

the love you had once thought would last forever disappear too.

@vixensss @babycaratdeul @foxiesgf24

[iamdkayyyyy]

Always -K.mg

for my girl @rosiemain , hope you like it bbg ☺️ (2nd fic will be out tmrw if my parents don’t take away my phone , teenager struggles 😔)

Shadows of Jealousy

The rain drummed against the windows of your apartment, a perfect match for the turmoil brewing inside you. You stared at your phone, heart racing as you saw the latest photos from the fan meet where the members of Seventeen were all smiles, but what caught your eye was Kim Mingyu, his broad smile aimed right at another girl. 

She was beautiful, with laughter that seemed to echo in the ears of the fans around her. It felt like betrayal twisted in your chest. You knew how close you and Mingyu had grown, how he always called you "baby" or "darling" in those quiet moments when you shared laughter and whispered secrets. But seeing him with someone else, even if it was just for the fans, twisted your gut into knots.

That night, you texted Mingyu, keeping your message short and vague. 

Y/nieee💕:

“hey, can we talk??”     

sent 12:02

read 12:02

mr klein 🎀✨:

"Always. “

sent 12:02

read 12:03

Y/nieee💕:

“ no haha , js miss you “ 

“ can i come over?”

mr klein 🎀✨:

“ you act like i can say no 😏”

“ofc bb, come over”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of his affection, but the jealousy gnawed at you.

When you arrived, you found Mingyu lounging on the couch, his usual comfy clothes making him look effortlessly appealing. He flashed you a warm smile, but the warmth didn’t reach your heart. Instead, it felt like ice was settling there, blocking out whatever happiness he could bring.

“Y/n!” He  jumped off the couch, pulling you in for a hug. “I missed you , What’s with the gloomy face?”

You tried to smile but it felt forced. “Just tired, I guess.”

He let go but pulled you down next to him, his arm draping over your shoulders. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m here for you.”

“Yeah… I know.” Your voice was a whisper, heavy with unspoken words. 

He noticed, the playful smile fading as concern crept onto his face. “You’re not just tired, are you?”

You hesitated, the picture of him with that girl flashing in your mind. “Did you enjoy the meet today?”

It was painful to see him beam with excitement. “It was fun! After all that time, the fans were so great. Oh, and there was this girl—”

A fire ignited in your stomach. "Right. The girl.” Your voice dripped with bitterness before you could stop it.

Mingyu's brow furrowed, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You two looked good together. Like really happy,” you said, looking down at your hands. 

“hey.” He turned you to face him, his expression sincere. “I’m happy because of my fans, but you have to know that you’re the one I care about. You’re MY baby.” He looked intently into your eyes. 

The weight of jealousy and longing surged within you. “But it’s hard to believe that when you’re like THAT with someone else,” you murmured, voice trembling.

“Sweetheart, I’m only like that with you,” he confirmed, his hand gently caressing your cheek. “I don’t want anyone else. Whenever I’m with you, I’m at my happiest.”

You felt your resolve faltering, the tension cracking under the weight of his sincerity. “Mingyu…”

“Please, don’t doubt what we have, y/nie. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” 

His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, pushing back the cold shadows of jealousy. You searched his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was love. 

“Really?”

“Really,” he affirmed, leaning forward, the space between you closing. “I want you to be by my side, always.”

The gentle press of his lips against yours melted away your insecurities, banishing the jealousy that had held dominion over your heart. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. 

“I guess I overreacted.” 

He chuckled softly. “Just a little, baby. But I can’t blame you; it’s cute.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling more at ease. “I guess I just love you too much.” 

“Not as much as I love you, darling.” He kissed the top of your head, making your heart flutter.

The storm outside began to calm as you found solace in each other’s embrace, knowing that no shadows could linger when love illuminated your hearts.

[bang-chan-my-man]

[dokyumms]

under the covers

pairings: mingyu x 14thmember!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive if you squint

cw: none

word count: 409

a/n: i just love sleepy svt (｡╯︵╰｡)

"what are you doing?" you ask groggily, feeling someone slip into your bed and wrap their arms around you. it could be anyone, seeing as all the members know each other's passwords to their apartments, and maybe you should be more worried. but you already know who it is, smelling mingyu's shampoo as he nuzzles into your neck. "missed you," is all he says, sighing when you run your hand through his hair. "we just saw each other a couple hours ago, no?", you ask. it's true; you all had team dinner after practice and then you went home to shower and take a well needed nap. "a couple hours too long ago," he argues back, lifting his head to give you a chaste kiss on your jaw.

you smile and tilt your head down to kiss him properly. he instinctively raises his hand to hold your face gently, deepening the kiss. your hands wander, brushing down his neck and landing on his shoulders. he pushes you over so he's hovering over you. "gyu, we have practice tomorrow," you warn quietly, knowing you wouldn't stop him anyway. he chuckles, "who says i'm going to do anything?" he asks innocently- oh no, you think before mingyu flops on top of you. "mingyu! you're heavy!" you yell. he hums, simply laying on your chest as you squirm under him, giggling when you give up and mumble something along the lines of you'll never let him kiss you again (which is a total lie). "you wouldn't," he dramatically pouts, "i did all of wonwoo hyung's laundry so he'd let me come here."

"he didn't let you?" you question. "he says he hates it when i come back late, something about how the front door bothers him in his sleep." he mumbles, closing his eyes. you sigh as you watch sleep take over him. "can you at least move off of me? i wasn't joking when i said you're heavy" mingyu complies, rolling off of you before caging you back in his arms. you savor the moment, listening to mingyu's quiet breathing while he's wrapped around you. you honestly don't know how you managed to pull this guy.

"you know i love you, right?" mingyu's voice breaks through your thoughts. you hum, "mhm, i love you too, gyu" you can practically feel him smile before he kisses the top of your head softly and you let the warm feeling captivate you into sleep.

[svtiddiess]

Thot Hour

Synopsis: You're supposed to be mad at Mingyu, but how can you when he's looking so delicious working out…wearing only his boxers?

Pairing: Mingyu x afab!reader

Genre: smut, one shot, established relationship

Rating: mature

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: pet names (baby, puppy), unprotected sex (don't do this!), penetrative sex, overstimulation, sub!Gyu, thigh riding, creampie, jealous reader, biting, Mingyu in Calvin Klein boxers (yes, that needs a warning), jealous reader, kinda mean dom!reader, big dick!Gyu, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This was inspired by a dream I had. Guess which part I dreamt of.

Big love to @tomodachiii and @tusswrites for helping me with the plot and beta reading!

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"Baby, I said I was sorry."

You could hear the desperation in his voice as he apologised for the umpteenth time today. He stands before you, placing your hands against his chest, whipping out the puppy eyes. You'd fall for it in any other instance, but today, when you're this annoyed, nothing works.

"Baby, I told you what I did was just fan service. They don't mean anything. You're the only one I have feelings for," you hear him almost whine as he pouts at you.

Yes, that's what you're pissed about: him giving fan service. You may seem petty, but you have valid reasons for getting upset. You don't mind him giving fan service; it's part of the job. But lately, it seems as if he's giving a bit too much fan service.

Several moments of his fan service have gone viral, littering your feed with constant comments from fans stating how he's the perfect man. And he is, but just not at the moment. Not even when he looks down at you with his precious big eyes blinking at you, resembling a puppy. If you stared hard enough, you could swear his ears had drooped a bit, lips pursued in a pout that seemed to dissolve your anger.

Stay strong; you have to prove your point.

Huffing, you snatch your hands back from his, afraid you'll cave in if you stare for even a second longer. He lets out a defeated sigh, walking away, leaving you to brood alone.

Several minutes pass, with you wallowing in your self-pity before you are interrupted by the sound of grunting. Straining your ears, you catch on to the louder grunts and huffs from the other room. Shifting your eyes to the nearby clock, you stare at the time and widen in realisation.

It's 6 pm.

6 pm is Mingyu's usual workout time, infamously known as Thot Hour. Why, you ask? Well, it's the time of day when you sit back, relax, and shamelessly ogle at your beefy boyfriend working out. If you're lucky enough, he might end his workout with cardio, which involves you between his legs.

Losing the silent debate in your head, you make the right decision to go and watch him work out; just cause you're mad at him doesn't mean you're not allowed to appreciate eye candy. You will not let the fangirls take this away from you.

You enter the home gym that Mingyu has slowly built over the years, jaw-dropping at the sight. There he is, your boyfriend, Kim Mingyu, working out in nothing but his Calvin Klein boxers.

"What are you doing?" You ask, clearly not expecting the sight in front of you.

He sets down his weights with a grunt and then looks at you with a straight face.

"Working out," he deadpans as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"In just your boxers?" you ask, waving hands around his body to emphasise your point.

"It's a hot day today," he shrugs casually, but you can see him fighting off a smirk.

Cocky, arrogant son of a bitch.

You scoff and turn around to take your prime seat to watch him work out; you will not let him win. You pull out your phone, purposefully ignoring him (or trying to, at least). Upon noticing this, Mingyu grunts and moans even louder, trying to win your attention. And while you try your best to ignore his obnoxious sounds, you can't help but get a peek at him from your peripheral vision.

Ooh, you're drooling on sight. His muscles contract and relax every time he moves. His head's thrown back; his eyes scrunched up in concentration while his already big muscles visibly get even bigger due to the pump. Your eyes are drawn to the sweat dripping down his almost naked sculpted body and the prominent bulge straining against his boxers.

Fuck, he looks so juicy.

Your boyfriend was big everywhere, and he prides himself on it whenever he splits you open. His bulge looks so big, and he's not even fully hard yet. Gulping hard, when you notice a small wet patch on his boxers. Too bad he notices you staring and smirks.

"Like what you see, baby?" He asks with a cocky cadence to his voice.

You quickly snap out of it and scoff, remembering you're supposed to be angry at him. You go back to staring at your phone, making him chuckle. God, you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so bad.

Then it hits you: the perfect revenge plan. You smirk to yourself as you put away your phone and start stripping down to your underwear as well.

Two can play that game, Kim Mingyu.

He's halfway through his set when he notices you. He drops the weights and turns to look at you, visibly confused.

"What're you doing, baby?"

"Like you said, it's a hot day," you shrug, mirroring his actions from earlier.

He looks with intensity as you move to unroll a yoga mat. You smirk to yourself when you hear him groan when you begin stretching and purposely manoeuvring your body into tempting yoga poses. From the corner of your eye, you can see Mingyu get more and more riled up as the poses get more and more provocative. You hear him whine by the time you’re doing the 'Cat-Cow' pose, your ass facing him. You shift to face him with a cocky smirk on your face.

"Why're you whining, Gyu?"

"I can't focus if you act like this baby," he whines.

"Like what?"

"You know what," he huffs and pouts like a child.

You shrug, then go back to doing more poses. You see him approach you with a permanent pout plastered on his face. He crouches down to your level and tries to touch you, but you quickly swat his hand away.

"Thought you were working out?"

"Baby, please," he whines, and you can almost taste the desperation in his words. This is fuelling your ego a bit too much.

"I need your help; it's becoming too painful," he strains, and you look down at his now fully hard bulge. It was huge and had you salivating, but you can't give in, not yet, at least. Not when your pettiness from earlier sets in.

"Go ask your fangirls for help," you huff and scoot away from him, sitting down on the mat.

He shifts to kneel in front of you. "Please, baby. I'm sorry. I'm yours and only yours. I promise I won't act out of line ever again. Please, please, please just touch me. It hurts so bad, baby, please," he's full-on begging at this point, and you're sure you can see tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

Something about a 6-foot-something man kneeling in front of you and begging for you to touch him makes you feel powerful. You smirk, knowing you have Mingyu exactly where you want him, desperate and needy in front of you. If he's going to act out of line, then you'll just have to put him in his place.

"You want me to touch you, Gyu?" You tilt your head and pout in faux sympathy.

"Please," he whispers, voice straining as he tries his best not to cry.

"Sit down."

You stand up, giving Mingyu room to sit on the yoga mat. He sits down with his legs outstretched on the mat. Shifting above him, you move to sit on one of his thick thighs, almost moaning at the contact.

"You're gonna sit here and take whatever I give you like a good puppy; if I catch you touching me, I won't let you finish. Okay?"

He nods frantically, desperate for anything at this point. Slowly, you start grinding against his thigh, moaning his name and holding onto his shoulders for support. He moans at the feeling of his thigh slowly getting more and more coated in your arousal. He throws his head back and grips onto the yoga mat below to prevent himself from touching you.

You lean forward and start leaving bite marks on his neck and shoulders. You make sure to bite down extra hard in places that would be visible even if he was wearing a shirt. He whimpers and groans at the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin.

"Mine," you mumble against his skin.

"Yours, only yours," he whimpers, body straining to keep still.

You start grinding on his thigh faster, determined to reach your high; Mingyu notices this and flexes his thigh, giving you more stimulation. You pant and whine out his name, getting close to the edge.

"Fuck, please cum. Cum all over my thigh, please," Mingyu whines out desperately, tipping you over the edge.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, making him hiss as you cum all over his thigh, your arousal drenching the bare skin. Resting your head against his shoulder, you take a minute to catch your breath.

"Baby, please, need you so bad. It hurts too much," he whimpers.

You look down and notice the wet patch on his boxers got bigger. You snake your hands down and cup his bulge, making him hiss.

"Yeah? It hurts?" You whisper whilst grinding your hand against his bulge, making him moan out and nod frantically.

"Please, I can't take it anymore," he whines, tears escaping his eyes.

"I don't know, Gyu; I don't think you earned it," you hum in faux pity, jutting your lips in consideration.

"No, no! Please, I'm begging you. I can't take it anymore," he cries out, desperately bucking into your hand.

"Why don't you ask your fangirls, huh? Since you seem to be more desperate to please them than me," you mock, squeezing him hard, causing him to let out a desperate sob.

"No! No, please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! It's only you that I want. I'll be good. I promise!" He cries out, distraught clear in his eyes, with tears now streaming down his face. You can see him try so hard to restrain himself from touching you.

You smirk with satisfaction as you watch your big, beefy boyfriend break under you. You remove your hand from his bulge and move it to wipe his tears from his face.

"Oh, you poor thing," you coo, "How badly does it hurt baby?"

"It hurts so bad," he sniffs, "I need you so badly, please."

"I don't know," you hum and move to get off his lap, "You've been a bad puppy lately, and you know bad puppies get punished, right?"

His eyes widen, and his hands fly to grab your hips to prevent you from moving away from him.

"No, no, no!" He begs, "Please, don't leave! Please!" Tugging you back onto his thigh, he pleads, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll be good! I'll be a good puppy! I swear!"

"What did I say about touching me?" You tch, and his mouth falls open in realisation, and he quickly retracts his hands as if he's burned you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, please. Forgive me, please," he whimpers.

You shake your head and sigh. "I did warn you, Gyu," you sigh and stand up.

In an act of desperation, he manhandles you back onto the mat, making you lie on it. You let out a squeak as your back hits the mat.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore," he murmurs before smashing his lips onto yours into a messy and desperate kiss. You kiss back with equal fervour, tangling your fingers in his permed hair. He starts grinding against you like a bitch in heat, letting out small whimpers and pants between the kisses.

He separates from you and quickly discards whatever remaining clothing the both of you have, throwing it to god knows where. You look down at his cock; it's thick and angry, with beads of precum dripping down it. Spreading your thighs, he aligns his tip against your entrance and starts slowly pushing in. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders; no matter how many times he fucks you, you can never get used to his huge size.

"I don't think I can go slow," he rasps. He's not even halfway in, and you already feel so full. Without warning, he slams the rest of him into you, causing you to scream out his name so loud you're sure the neighbours heard you. Your eyes roll to the back when you feel his tip kiss your cervix.

His thrusts are sloppy and erratic. Neither of you are thinking straight anymore. Your thoughts are only filled with how big he is and how good it feels being split open on his cock whilst his own thoughts are only filled with how warm you feel and how you're perfectly wrapped around him.

"S-Shit, I'm cumming," he pants out. He cums whilst moaning out your name, filling you up to the brim with his seeds. He chokes back a whine, but he doesn't stop thrusting. He snakes his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing it in circles, desperate to make you cum as well.

"Please, cum. Please cum all over me," he whines out, body shaking from overstimulation. After a few more thrusts, you cum, hard, convulsing around him. He pants and whines as you squeeze around him. After a few more clumsy thrusts, he collapses onto you.

"Gyu! You're heavy!" You whine.

"But you're so cuddly and warm," he says breathlessly as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you, making you grumble.

"Are you still mad at me?" He looks at you with a pout.

You grin an easy smile, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing him, causing him to groan reflexively.

"I don't know. Maybe you should fuck me again just to be sure."

[hoshifighting]

morning sex riding mingyu while shutting his moans and whimpers by putting your fingers in his mouth and making him suck bc they are on a staycation and somebodys in the next room. PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

shutting mingyu moans while you're riding him while there are people in the next room WARNINGS: cock riding, smut, finger sucking, semi-public sex

mingyu’s whines had been keeping you awake. they were soft at first, like he was trying so hard not to wake you, but you’d felt his body against yours, his cock pressing into your ass every time he moved, and you knew what he was doing.

you smirked to yourself, deciding that two could play at this game. you turned over, sleepy but not really, and gave him the most innocent look you could muster. “gyu, babe,” you whispered, your voice still hoarse from sleep. “you okay?”

his eyes snapped open, wide and panicked like a kid caught stealing cookies. “uh—yeah,” he stammered, his hand still suspiciously close to the waistband of his briefs. “i’m fine.”

you raised a brow, letting your hand trail down his chest. “you sure? you seem… tense.”

his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “just, uh, morning stuff, you know?”

you bit your lip to keep from laughing at how awkward he was. so big and so dumb, and he couldn’t lie to save his life. “well, let me help with that,” you said, straddling his hips.

“y/n—” he started, his voice already shaky, but you cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“shh,” you whispered, leaning down so your mouth was right next to his ear. “you don’t wanna wake anyone up, do you?”

his whole body tensed under you, and you felt his cock twitch against you through his briefs. “n-no.”

you grinned, your hips grinding down against him just enough to make him gasp. “then be a good boy and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

he nodded frantically, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tight like you leaned back, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere on the floor, and mingyu’s eyes went wide, his lips parting like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“eyes up here,” you teased, and he snapped his gaze back to yours, his cheeks flushing pink.

you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down just enough to free him, and his cock sprang up, already leaking, so pretty you couldn’t help but run your fingers over the tip.

“fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back against the pillow.

“what did i just say?” you said, smirking as you lined him up with your entrance.

“sorry,” he whispered, biting his lip to keep himself quiet.

you sank down on him slowly, biting back your own moan at how good he felt stretching you out. mingyu’s hands gripped your hips even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, and you could see how hard he was trying to hold back. “gyu,” you whispered, leaning down so your lips brushed against his ear. “you’re so good for me. so fucking good.”

his breath hitched, his eyes squeezing shut as you started to move, rolling your hips in slow circles.

he let out a tiny whimper, and you immediately clamped your hand over his mouth. “shh..!” you said again, your voice a little sharper this time. “you can’t be loud.”

he nodded under your hand, his eyes wide and desperate, and you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little more. you slipped two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, and his lips closed around them automatically, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

“good boy,” you murmured, your hips moving faster now, and mingyu let out a muffled moan around your fingers.

his hands slid up your sides, one of them cupping your breast while the other tangled in your hair, and you knew he was close, his body trembling under you.

“you gonna cum for me?” you whispered, your voice low and breathy.

he nodded frantically, his hips bucking up into you, and you could feel yourself getting closer too, the coil in your stomach tightening with every ride.

“that’s it,” you said, your voice breaking as you started to lose control. “be good and cum for me, gyu.”

he let out a muffled cry, his cock twitching inside you as he came, and the feeling of him spilling into you sent you over the edge too, your whole body shuddering as you came around him. u both stayed there for a moment, catching your breath, and when you finally pulled your fingers out of his mouth, he looked up at you with the sweetest, most blissed-out smile you’d ever seen.

[babyleostuff]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

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⦗💌 ⦘ mingyu loves his two girls to death. even if he gets bullied by them on a daily basis.

“daddy! daddy look!” a comically small hand grabbed the hem of mingyu’s jumper, and pulled at it. with a small smirk (that obviously went unnoticed by the carbon copy of his wife because according to her he was a giant), mingyu turned his head towards the sky, just to tease the little girl. 

“mommy!” she whined, wrapping both of her arms around mingyu’s legs, “daddy is ignoring me again!” 

you sighed, and shook your head. what was supposed to be a nice post-dinner stroll around the neighbourhood turned into the usual - mingyu teasing your little girl with no end, because a minute of peace was too much for him. at least bopul was behaving himself. 

but then an idea struck you. mingyu could tease you and your daughter as much as he wished, but you both had him wrapped around your little fingers, and there wasn’t much you had to do to leave your husband pouty and sulky. you crouched in front of your little girl, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “tell daddy no kisses for a week. and no pre-bedtime cuddles,” you whispered, and kissed her cheek gently. 

she nodded vigorously, matching your bright smile. a lot of people told you she looked exactly like you (except for mingyu’s eyes, and the little mole on her nose), but her personality had to be even more similar to yours. making mingyu suffer had to be one of her favourite things as well. 

“kim mingyu,” she said, tilting her head towards the sky. “up,” she added and put her hands up, something she did whenever she wanted mingyu to carry her. 

“gosh, when did you become so bossy, hm?” he cooed at her, but the little girl didn’t fall for her dad's sudden change of heart. 

“mommy is bossy, and i want to be like mommy,” she said as a matter of fact, like that didn’t just make your heart burst with love. “besides , that’s not the point,” she took mingyu’s face in her tiny hands, “no kisses, and no pre-bedtime cuddles for you, daddy.” 

you had to stifle a laugh, as the corners of your husband’s mouth momentarily turned down. “w-what do mean no-”

“no, daddy. you were being mean to me,” your daughter smushed his cheeks in between her hands. “and,” she leaned into mingyu’s ear, “you won’t get any kisses from mommy either. she’s angry too.” 

mingyu looked over his daughter's shoulder and sent you a pleading look. "i was just joking," he said, the slight pout evident in his voice. your little girl giggled and snuggled into her daddy's neck, making mingyu tighten his embrace around her. "girls, please."

“not this time, kim mingyu,” you smiled and walked over to your daughter and husband. "us girls have to stick together, right honey?" you rubbed the girl's cheek, making her laugh even more.

"yes, mommy," she said and nodded eagerly.

mingyu sighed and shook his head in resignation. if it was anyone else he’d keep fighting just to strike their nerve even more, but when he looked down at you smiling fondly at your little bundle of love and chaos that he was holding in his arms, mingyu didn’t have it in him to keep teasing his daughter. 

“i love you two so much, you know” he said. “and if you won’t give me kisses, then you can be damn sure i will.” 

“words min-,” 

“oh shut up,” he said, and wrapped his free arm around your waist to pull you to his chest.

natalia's note: i don't know how children work, so if something is inaccurate - sorry (i have no idea why i wrote this)

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[minniesfiles]

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.

╴╴╴╴╴

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.

╴╴╴╴╴

[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…

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o smoking again after stopping & hiding it from them

Request: seventeen reaction to their s/o smokes or had the habit of smoking, but after a while without, she came back but hide it from them? if you are comfortable with it, thank you.

A/N: If you’ve ever been in a situation where you felt uncertain or scared to share something with your partner, your partner, like all of us, are human, and they should respond with love, care, and understanding [hopefully and if not, leave their ass], no matter the situation. It’s okay to lean on those you love and trust, and to everyone out there, remember that self-care and self-love are so important ! stay healthy y'all

Seungcheol: He’s observant, and whether it’s the faint scent of smoke or small changes in your behavior, he figures it out anyway 🤷🏻‍♀️ At first, he’s more worried than anything. He sits you down and asks, “Is everything okay? Why didn’t you tell me?” He never wants to pressure you, but he also doesn’t want you struggling alone. "I’m not mad, love. I just want to understand."

Jeonghan: Jeonghan acts calm, but you can tell he’s a little hurt that you hid it from him. He doesn’t lecture or guilt-trip you, but his first words are a soft, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He lets you explain, listening with zero judgment, but at the end of the conversation, he still says, “You do know you can tell me anything, right?” and, "I love you. That won’t change. But please, don’t go through things alone when I’m right here."

Joshua: To me he's the type to blame himself a little for not noticing sooner. “Have you been stressed? Did I miss something?” He doesn’t get angry, just worried about your well-being. He asks if there’s anything he can do to help, whether it’s support, distractions, or just being there when you feel like smoking. "I just want you to be okay, love. No judgment, I promise. Just let me help however I can."

Jun: Doesn’t immediately confront you—he waits for the right moment. He’s not the type to get overly serious unless he feels like it’s really important. But when he does ask about it, his voice is so soft and full of concern. "I know it’s hard. And I know stopping isn’t easy. But I just want you to be safe and happy, okay? Slowly, quit."

Hoshi: Hoshi doesn’t get mad, but he gets really sad knowing that something made you go back to smoking. “Was it stress? Did something happen?” He holds your hands and looks straight into your eyes, making sure you know that he’s here for you no matter what. He also starts helping you with things, hoping to make quitting easier. He won’t pressure you and just wants you to be happy and healthy [he wants you to quit but will help].

Wonwoo: Wonwoo isn’t one for long lectures, but his worried gaze says everything. He doesn’t want to push you, but after finding out, he simply says, “You don’t have to hide things from me.” He gives you space to talk when you’re ready, but he also stays close, reminding you that he’s here for you. He knows it’s not easy, he just doesn't want you to carry it alone.

Woozi: Woozi is not confrontational, but he definitely notices. He brings it up gently (?) but serious way, "I get it. I know how hard it is to quit, but I just wish you told me.” He’s not upset at you—just at the fact that you felt like you had to hide it. He just wants you to trust him enough to tell him things like this.

Dokyeom: My baby is a mix of sad and worried. He immediately asks if everything is okay and if there’s something stressing you out. He hates the idea of you struggling alone. He doesn’t push you to quit again, but he reminds you every day that he believes in you. No matter what, he'll always be your biggest supporter.

Mingyu: His first reaction is pure concern. He immediately holds your face in his hands and says, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He does everything in his power to help you, whether it’s cooking, taking you on walks, or just hugging you for hours. You guys will eventually figure it out together.

Minghao: Minghao doesn’t freak out, but you can tell he’s really disappointed that you hid it from him. He’s never the type to judge, though—he just wants to know what made you go back. He listens to you so patiently and then softly says, “I just don’t want you hurting yourself.” Whatever you decide, he'll support you. You just need to promise him that you’ll be kind to yourself.

Seungkwan: “EXCUSE ME, WHAT?” but then immediately softens when he sees your face. He sits down with you and holds your hands, asking softly, “What happened, love?” He just wants to understand so he can be the best support system for you. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be honest with him.

Vernon: Imo, I don't think he'll react strongly, but he does pull you aside and say, “Hey, is everything alright?” he'll respect your choices, but he also wants to make sure you’re not using smoking as a way to cope with something you’re not telling him about :(

Dino: Dino is lowkey heartbroken because he thought you had quit for good, and now he worries about what made you go back. But instead of guilt-tripping you, he just hugs you tightly and says, “You can always talk to me, no matter what.” He truly believes in you.

[hannyoontify]

the way you said hello - kim mingyu

member | executive chef!mingyu x reader (ft. jeonghan & seungkwan)

genre | (implied) soulmates!au, meet cute, strangers to lovers au, fluff, (angst if you rlly rlly rlly squint)

word count | 2.8k

synopsis | after a disastrous blind date, the night takes an unexpected turn when the restaurant’s handsome owner, mingyu, steps in. what starts as an act of kindness quickly becomes something more as sparks fly over a chance meeting

warnings | cursing, lowk kinda suggestive if you squint, kissing, one (1) mention of a knife, mentions of mingyu having previous injuries sustained from his occupation, there is a SIGNIFICANT time skip at the end but i don't specify how much LMAO that's up to ygs discretion

notes | requested by anon! i'm so sorry if this wasn't the direction you wanted it to go in 😭 i swear i tried my best! lowk don't know if i like this or not but i really liked the bickering between oc n seunghan NOT PROOFREAD

this can be read as a stand-alone or as a sequel to this mingyu fic!

You anxiously bounced your leg under the table, gently gnawing on your bottom lip as you glanced around the fancy restaurant. Across from you, the chair in front of you had now been empty for an awfully long time now and something told you that your blind date had ditched, leaving you with the incredibly overwhelming and taxing bill.

Fuck.

You rested your head in your hands and let out a tired sigh. There was no way this was happening.

As you reached for your wallet, you flagged down a nearby waiter to ask for the bill. He nodded at your request and you let out what seemed to the umpteenth sigh of that night. While waiting for the bill to reach your table, you began rearranging the leftover peas on your porcelain plate.

“Didn’t know we had a Picasso in the house.” An unfamiliar voice remarked next to you. 

You yelped in surprise and whipped around to see a tall, handsome young man peering over your shoulder with an amused smile. He was in a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his prominent forearm muscles, tucked into a pair of dark trousers. “That’s very impressive… is that a self-portrait?”

You snorted in disbelief, your shoulders shaking as you let out a quiet laugh. “No, it’s supposed to be my date. Too bad they left before I could remember what they looked like.”

The mysterious man scrunched up his handsome face, as if to say ‘Ouch’. “Do you mind if I—?” He gestured towards the empty seat in front of you and you nodded.

“Go ahead. That seat’s going to be empty for the rest of the night anyways.” You let out a bitter laugh. He gave you a sympathetic smile and situated himself in front of you with an arm outstretched reaching over the table.

“Kim Mingyu. I’m the owner and executive chef of this restaurant. I received a report that there was an attractive young person who was left on their lonesome after their date mysteriously disappeared.” The man, Mingyu, tilted his head. “Didn’t think said person was going to be this attractive though.”

You blushed at his compliment as you shook his hand. “[Name]. Not sure who snitched on me, though I’m glad to have new company.”

“Are you… on your way out now? Since your date is gone?”

“Yes, I’m just waiting for the bill.”

Mingyu waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

After spilling coffee on your blouse this morning and running 30 minutes late for work, you were more than positive that the day was going to end in disaster. The disappearance of your blind date following a very long, tiring day at work only confirmed those suspicions. However, it seemed like that the goddess of luck was no longer hellbent on making your life a living disaster with the way the stranger sitting across from you managed to douse out the fire that had been burning within you for the past few hours with a single smile.

“I’m afraid I’m not. But if you feel pressured or aren’t comfortable with it, no worries!” Mingyu said lightheartedly. 

“Oh my God,” You ran a tired hand through your face and let out a dry, incredulous laugh. “You literally just saved me from having the worst day ever. I was preparing myself to break down into tears once I received the check. Thank you, I really appreciate that.”

He smiled at your words. “Of course, just doing my daily random act of kindness for a stranger. Although…” He trailed off and you quirked an inquisitive brow at him.

“Although?” You asked.

“Although… would it appall you if I said it was my way of shooting my shot?” Mingyu rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. His eyes nervously darted back and forth between your face and the half-eaten plate in front of him, left by your crappy blind date who was honestly, no longer in your realm of attention. Not when Mingyu was in front of you. 

Shooting his shot? You felt your cheeks burn at a temperature similar to the candle perched on a candelabra on your table at his words and you coughed before fumbling to find the right words.

“I mean… I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Since you’re my savior tonight and all…” Your voice faltered and Mingyu beamed.

“That’s great! Here’s my business card, if you ever want to contact me.” He pulled out a crisp card and handed it to you as he got up from the chair. “Well, I must be getting on my way now. I’d love to stay and chat but I have big boss duties to do.”

Mingyu tipped an imaginary top hat towards your direction. You smiled. “It was nice meeting you, [Name].”

“It was nice meeting you too, Mingyu. I’ll contact you,” You waved his business card and he nodded.

“I’ll be looking forward to it. Bye, [Name].”

And with that he was gone, leaving nothing but the lingering scent of his perfume and the fluttering of your heart.

“Just call him!!” Your best friend urged you. He was sitting on the other end of the sofa, munching on a bag of chips as he watched you metaphorically rip your hair out over the business card you received from Mingyu a week ago.

“It’s not that simple, Seungkwan! What if he hates me now because it took me so long to contact him? I bet he’s forgotten about me at this point.” You pouted and continued to stare at the worn, but still elaborate cardstock in your hands.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes. “Dude, you’re overthinking this entire thing. Listen to me,” He paused to fix his posture to face you. “He gave you the business card, right?”

You nodded.

“Did he ask for your number?”

You shook your head.

“Did he receive any kind of contact information from you?”

You shook your head again.

“But he gave you his business card? [Name], he literally served you the ball on a silver platter. He’s interested in you but won’t make any moves unless you do. The ball is in your court. Take that damn ball and BOUNCE IT!” 

Seungkwan let out a frustrated yell and shoved another handful of chips into his mouth. “I swear, you have the IQ of Jeonghan’s pet rock sometimes.”

“Hey! Doljjong is very intelligent!” Your other best friend yelled from the kitchen. “He has really good hearing too, so don’t insult him like that or else you’ll be dealing with me.”

Seungkwan rolled his eyes and you laughed as Jeonghan came out into the living room to give his own two cents.

“But Seungkwan’s right. The entire fate of a whole new possible relationship with this mythical Kim Mingyu—”

“HE’S REAL. I SHOOK HIS HAND.”

“—is in your hands. Don’t blow it. Or else me and Seungkwan—”

“Seungkwan and I.” You corrected him.

“—will be—Okay, fuck you, grammar police—Will be taking this matter into our own hands so we no longer have to hear your bitching and whining.”

You let out a frustrated groan and threw down the business card that’s been putting you through pain and misery through the past week.

“God, he was literally perfect. I don’t wanna blow it and—”

“That’s what they said.”

“Jeonghan, I’m going to literally throw Doljjong into the bottom of Han River and you’re going to be joining him soon after if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

Seungkwan burst into laughter and watched you and Jeonghan continue to argue back and forth.

“Forget it, it’s useless talking to a person who believes that a rock can be a pet.” You got up from your spot on the couch and reached for your phone. “I’m stepping out for some air. Lock the door if you leave before I come back.”

“See ya, don’t wanna be ya!” Jeonghan yelled from the living room as you left the house and you loudly groaned.

You loved both your best friends but they sometimes drove you absolutely insane.

The sky was dark but the countless lights from the skyscrapers and streetlights illuminated the Han River, making the surface twinkle and shine under the pale moonlight.

You were sitting on a lone bench, facing the river as you mindlessly fidgeted with Mingyu’s business card. The edges were fraying from the countless amount of times you’ve handled it between your fingertips, and you traced the black lettering of Mingyu’s name with your index finger as you silently sounded out every vowel and consonant of his name.

Seungkwan’s words rang in your head. ‘He literally served you the ball on a silver platter. He’s interested in you but won’t make any moves unless you do. The ball is in your court. Take that damn ball and BOUNCE IT!’

Like a switch was suddenly flipped inside you, you reached for your phone. The screen lit up and you pulled up a new message to type in the phone number that was written on the card in your hand. 

Without a single thought, you sent,

hey! it’s [name]!

Before you could even type the first letter of your follow-up text, the status of your message changed from ‘Delivered’ to ‘Read 21:24’ and you let out a gasp.

And then the loud, shrill ringing of your ringtone cut through the peaceful night air.

You gasped louder than before after seeing the caller ID, reaching to frantically turn off the ringer before answering the phone.

“He–hello?”

“Took you long enough,” Mingyu’s voice sounded crisp and clear on the other end of the line. You couldn’t see him, but you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “You almost had me thinking that you were ghosting me or something.”

You let out an apologetic groan. “I’m so sorry, Mingyu. I got in my head and kept putting it off. I swear it wasn’t personal…” 

Mingyu’s laugh was bright. “No worries! I assumed you had your hands full. Although, I did jump a little every time I received a text from anyone from the past week.” 

“Oh, man… I feel horrible. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m telling you, don’t worry about it! Better late than never, right?” There was an awkward moment of silence before he spoke again. “What are you up to right now?”

You hummed and looked out at the tranquil water of the Han River reflecting the bright lights of the city. “Nothing much. I stepped out for a minute for some air. What about you?”

“Oh, really? I’m actually out for a walk too.” You swore you heard a second voice near you, echoing the words Mingyu was saying in your phone. “Turn around for me?”

You whipped around with the phone still pressed to your ear to see Mingyu standing behind the bench, a small smile playing on his lips. You ended the phone call.

“Mingyu?”

“‘Morning, sunshine,” He slid into the empty spot next to you and you scooched over to make more room for him. “What a way to run into the guy you’ve been ghosting, huh?”

You snorted at his greeting, ignoring the slight burn you felt in your cheeks from the nickname he had addressed you by. “I told you, it wasn’t intentional.”

Mingyu grinned. “I know. Just felt like teasing you.” 

“What are- what are you doing here though? Do you live in this area?” You asked. He nodded.

“Yeah. I moved into that apartment complex not too long ago,” He pointed to a tall building on the other side of the river. “Has a killer night view. You should come over to check it out sometime.”

You choked on your spit, resulting in you barking out a short, panicked laugh. “Do you—-do you usually say these… these things to people?”

“No, not really. I’m not usually like this,” Mingyu looked over at you with a slight tilt in his head. The night breeze brushed his bangs across his forehead and you felt your breath falter at the way the closest streetlight illuminated his honey-like, gorgeous skin.There was a particular glint in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak again. “Pardon me if this is too brazen, but I’m only like this when I feel like I’ve met the one. My soulmate.”

Your breath was caught in your throat.

“Does it… usually work?” You choked out. Your face felt incredibly hot and your clammy hands were sticking to the bench.

Mingyu turned back to face the river and your stomach did an odd flip. “I’m not sure. You tell me.”

Oh God. You thought you were melting on the spot with the way he was looking at you. Mingyu was holding eye contact with such intensity, you physically couldn’t look away. Your heart hammered wildly against your ribcage and you decided you were going to sign yourself up for the upcoming Olympics, with the way your stomach was doing flips like an Olympic gymnast. Simone Biles had nothing on whatever routine was going on inside you right now.

“… I’d give it a solid 8 out of 10.” You gave him the most nonchalant shrug you could afford, knowing that there were enough butterflies in your stomach to start a butterfly conservatory. Mingyu looked at you as if he was surprised by the score.

“Really? What would I have to do to win back the last two points?”

You gave him a pointed look, and the next words to leave your mouth almost sent you into cardiac arrest. “Hmm… live up to your words? I guess?”

And the smile Mingyu gave you in that moment was the brightest one of all. His entire being seemed to glow in ecstasy, glowing brighter than the streetlights as he looked at you with a suggestive glint in his eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Mingyu?” You called from the living room. Mingyu didn’t respond and the only thing you heard from the kitchen was the clattering of plates and silverware. “Babe?”

Pushing yourself off the couch with a quiet groan, you padded over to the kitchen where your fiancé was busying himself with preparing dinner. He was hunched over the counter, his hands and trusty knife busy at work as he chopped away on his chopping block. Careful not to startle him when he had a knife in his hand, you snuck your arms around Mingyu’s torso and peered over his shoulder to watch him work his magic.

“Watcha doing?” You asked sweetly. Mingyu acknowledged your presence with a short peck on your forehead.

“Hi, baby.” His voice was rough and the sound sent shivers down your spine. “Preparing to feed you. Why?”

You hummed and nuzzled your face into Mingyu’s back. He smelled like a mix of spices, sweat, and his faint woody cologne permeated your senses. “Do you think we’re soulmates?”

Mingyu set down his knife and turned around to face you, his back resting against the marble counter with his hands resting comfortably at your waist.

“What’s with the sudden question?” He quirked a well-groomed brow at you and you smiled.

“Nothing… I just read a blog about soulmates and I was curious about whether you thought they were real,” Your fingers danced along Mingyu’s strong, muscular forearms, your fingertips lightly tracing all the old scars and burn marks that signified his experience and years spent working to master his craft. You repeated your original question again. “So… do you think we’re soulmates?”

Mingyu leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “I don’t think so, love. I know so.”

“Really?” Your eyes brightened at his words and he nodded.

“Mhm. I knew from the moment I saw you playing with those leftover peas on your plate that I was going to marry you,” Mingyu leaned in again, nuzzling his nose against yours. You giggled. “Sometimes, I have dreams where I knew you in another life. But those dreams felt so… real. Like they’re fragments of memories from a past I can’t recall.”

“Are we married in those dreams too?” 

“Mhm. We were happily married, just like we’re going to be.” Mingyu captured your lips with his, sighing gently as your fingers combed through his dark hair. 

“I love you, Mingyu.” You whispered against his lips, like a secret only meant for the two of you to know. Something to be taken and hidden away, kept a secret in the deepest depths of the earth. A secret so sacred, it can only be cherished in the deepest, darkest places so that no one else can know.

“I love you too, [Name],” Mingyu’s love confession was more bold. Something he uttered with purpose and intention. He wanted the entire universe to know that he was yours. His heart belonged to you. He was going to love you loudly and boldly. “I’ll love you in every universe. Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll follow.”

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

a/n: this is a big personal FUCK YOU to writer's block AHGJSJD i somehow managed to push through and finish this 😭 (it was at 300 words when i started today) albeit it was on my phone, in the dark, at 1 in the morning BUT I FINISHED IT. n now my insomnia's back LMAOO

[mocchiixxx]

🐶 Lost & Found

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Romance

Kim Mingyu x Reader

Summary: Mingyu loses his tiny girlfriend in the crowded streets of Seoul and dramatically “rescues” her by lifting her into the air like a lost child. Embarrassed and annoyed, she scolds him, threatening to buy a baby leash. Playful banter and heartwarming chaos ensue.

Mingyu liked to think of himself as a responsible boyfriend. He held your hand in crowded places, kept a protective arm around your shoulders, and made sure you always walked on the inner side of the sidewalk.

But today? Today, he failed.

One second, you were by his side, happily munching on tteokbokki. The next? Gone.

Mingyu froze in the middle of the bustling street, his long legs rooted to the ground. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. “Babe?” His head swiveled left and right, scanning the sea of people. “Babe?!”

No answer.

A sinking realization hit him. He lost you. In the wild. Of Seoul.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself. “I lost my tiny girlfriend.”

His brain went into overdrive. Was this how parents felt when they lost their kid in the mall? Was he about to get a "missing person" announcement over the loudspeakers? Would he have to make Have You Seen This Girlfriend? posters?

Then, finally— he spotted you.

There you were, right in the middle of the crowd, struggling for dear life.

Your tiny frame was completely swallowed by taller people, your arms awkwardly pinned to your sides. You tried tiptoeing to look around, but it was zero help, like a bunny stuck in a herd of elephants.

Mingyu slapped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

But first— rescue mission.

Summoning his inner action hero, he swam through the crowd. “Excuse me! Sorry! Move—oh, sir, I love your jacket—BUT PLEASE MOVE—” He dodged elbows, weaved through confused pedestrians, and parkoured around a baby stroller.

And then— he reached you.

Without hesitation— he slid his hands under your arms and LIFTED YOU HIGH INTO THE AIR.

Like a dad picking up his excited toddler.

“FOUND YOU!” he announced with the biggest grin.

The people around you stared. A couple giggled. A kid pointed at you like you were an exhibit at the zoo.

Meanwhile, you dangled mid-air, horrified.

“GYUUU, PUT ME DOWN—”

“Not until you admit you got lost,” he teased, holding you effortlessly.

You kicked your legs. “I didn’t get lost— you lost me!”

He gasped dramatically. “No way! You’re saying I, Kim Mingyu, am the irresponsible one?”

“Yes! Now put me down before I—”

“Before you what?” he smirked. “Before you struggle helplessly in the big scary world?”

You glared at him. “Before I ban you from cuddling for a week.”

Mingyu froze. Oh no.

Slowly, gently, he placed you back on the ground.

The moment your feet touched the pavement, you smacked his chest. “Next time, hold my hand tighter.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said solemnly, grabbing your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“…And if you lose me again,” you added, “I’m buying one of those baby leashes.”

Mingyu grinned. “Ooo, can it be pink with sparkles?”

You sighed. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He squeezed your hand.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t let go. And for the rest of the night, Mingyu made sure your tiny self never left his sight again.

[bang-chan-my-man]

[scoupsakakitty]

Could I please request a idolhusband mingyu x wife au? Where the wife surprises him (and svt) at practice with their children?

Family Surprise | idol!mingyu x wife!reader | fluff

The practice room was filled with heavy breathing and the faint echo of music fading into silence. Mingyu ran a hand through his damp hair, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

“Let’s take five,” S.Coups called out, clapping his hands together.

A chorus of relieved groans followed as the members dropped to the floor or grabbed their water bottles. Mingyu stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. He loved performing, but long rehearsals like these made him miss home more than anything.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, his lips tugging into a small smile as he glanced at the lock screen—a photo of his wife and their two children from earlier that morning.

Jeonghan, who had been watching him, smirked. “You miss them already, don’t you?”

Mingyu didn’t even try to deny it. “Obviously.”

“You just saw them this morning,” Joshua pointed out, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Mingyu shrugged. “And? I miss them every second.”

The others laughed at his lovesick response, but before anyone could tease him further, the practice room door swung open.

“Appa!”

Mingyu’s head snapped up, his eyes widening at the sight of his two-year-old daughter waddling toward him with tiny, determined steps. Behind her, his wife stood with their newborn son cradled in her arms, watching the scene unfold with a soft smile.

For a moment, Mingyu could only stare in shock. Then, without thinking, he rushed forward, scooping his daughter into his arms and spinning her around.

“You’re really here?” he asked, still processing the unexpected surprise.

His wife chuckled. “You’ve been working so hard. I thought you deserved a little visit.”

Mingyu barely heard the response, too busy pressing kisses all over his daughter’s chubby cheeks as she giggled. His gaze then shifted to his newborn son, still wrapped snugly in his wife’s arms.

“And this little guy?” Mingyu gently brushed a finger over the baby’s tiny hand. “Did you miss me too, buddy?”

The rest of Seventeen, who had just processed what was happening, immediately erupted into chaos.

“Wait, what?” Seungkwan threw his hands up. “Why did no one tell us we were getting special guests today?”

“Oh my God, look at her! She’s grown so much!” DK gushed, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Let me hold her!” Dino reached out, and the toddler happily extended her arms toward her favorite uncle.

Mingyu watched in amusement as his daughter was passed around, each member taking turns doting on her. His son, meanwhile, was being held with extreme caution by Wonwoo, who studied him like he was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“She’s too cute to be Mingyu’s,” Woozi commented as he tickled the toddler’s cheeks.

Mingyu pouted. “Why does everyone say that?”

“Because it’s true,” Vernon chimed in.

Hoshi, who had been watching with a dramatic pout, sighed. “I’m jealous. Mingyu has it all—a beautiful wife, cute kids… What about the rest of us?”

Woozi didn’t miss a beat. “You could too, if you actually tried.”

The room burst into laughter as Hoshi clutched his chest, pretending to be mortally wounded.

Mingyu, still holding onto his wife’s hand, smiled as he watched his family being showered with love. No matter how exhausting work got, moments like this made everything worth it.

He turned to his wife, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. “Thank you for this.”

She squeezed his hand in return. “You deserve it.”

Mingyu couldn’t ask for anything more. He already had everything he ever wanted—his family, his brothers, and a life filled with love.

And in this moment, that was all he needed.

[cherry-hulu]

— Warm welcome

Synopsis: Nothing like a warm welcome for Mingyu after a stressful day at work. Warnings: Ceo!KMG x Sugar baby!reader, cockwarming, somno, lazy sex, belly bulge, unprotected sex, creampie, very brief to barely any mention of sugar baby-ceo sugar daddy trope

The city lights brought luminance to the room, courtesy of the floor to ceiling windows in polar position with the king sized bed.

You lay in bed asleep, sprawled atop the duvet, hair messy, hands to the side, but most important, a night gown on with your pretty bracelet on your wrist, in a side sleeping position putting your ass on perfect display. You weren't under the sheets despite the cold temperature, and that could only mean one thing to Mingyu.

Due to his busy schedule, you'd granted him consent to do whatever he pleases with you wherever and whenever for as long as you show signs of consent— aka the diamond bracelet ge bought for you on your wrist. After all, it is part of your responsibility to him. Well technically.

Mingyu undoes his tie while he walks towards the bed, unbuttoning his white long sleeves as well as the buckles of his pants, then finally pulling his cock out.

Having come home from a stressful day filled with meetings and negotiations, he badly needed this release. He gave himself a few strokes before laying you on your back and lifting your night gown only up till your waist.

Immediately he was graced with the view of your bare ass, spreading it to see your pretty cunt. He leans in and peppers a few kisses along your inner thighs, giving appreciation to you for this moment, climbing up until it reaches your already glistening pussy.

His middle finger makes it's way into your cunt, a smirk etches itself onto his face when he feels you a little loose and mushy. "Such a good girl, prepping herself for me." Mingyu mutters, voice husky and evidently tired.

Pulling his finger out, he places it in his mouth, sucking it clean before taking it out to stroke his dick with his hands. He inches closer to you, knees planted on the bed as slowly taps and drags his dick between your two folds.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Mingyu roughly thrusts in, loving the way your holes takes him seamlessly without any struggle. The hours you spent size training with him bears fruit as you hug his cock perfectly. Loose enough to slide, tight enough to stay.

He moves his hips lazily, hand on your lower belly feeling the protruding bulge formed by his dick in you. Mingyu lays light feather kisses all over your body, from your neck down to your waist while he fucks your hole with a slow pace, careful not to wake you up.

If it had been any day he'd definitely already have you crying and withering underneath him. Instead he savours your warmth and presence, admiring every part of your body and thanking the higher power for your existence.

Always pliant and sweet to him no matter the hour. The thought of having a sugar baby repulsed him at first, opting to have fubus instead, but that feeling quickly went away when he met you.

The perfect balance of fluff and seduction. He loves how thankful you are and how you express your gratitude to him, and the way you always satisfy his wants and needs in a way that no money can ever buy.

A soft whimper pulls him away from his thoughts, grounding him back to face his now. Mingyu quickens his pace, fucking you in a messier way than he previously was. He could feel that he was close, he just needs his release before he could put himself to sleep.

Your mouth parts as heavy pants and sighs makes it's ways out, a soft facial expression displayed. Your body shows no signs of resisting, just taking what he gives.

Mingyu leans his body to yours, cradling your face in his hands before pressing his lips against his forehead as he cums deep inside of you. His way of lulling you back to sleep incase you'd slightly woken.

Picking you up from the bed, your body falls ontop of him, still asleep but evidently more exhausted than before. Mingyu lifts the blanket to get underneath, ensuring that it covers your whole body. All without bothering to pull out of you.

With you laying on top of him, he finally lets himself to sleep having his arms wrapped around you, cock inside you, and remnants of his actions dripping from you.

Not that neither of you minded the possible outcome from it. The penthouse was far too big for just two people anyways.