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junhaowenxusworld · 7 days ago

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Mingi Drabble 25.05.2025

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Pairing: bf!Mingi x implied fem!reader (No pronouns or y/n)

Wordcount: 910

Warnings: Mingi is huge, clumsy, and sensitive. A little swearing. Not proofread.

A/N: I have yet again written a drabble involving sleep. I think I am simply tired... >.<

It’s not the first time you’ve been woken up by a loud bang, followed by a pained grunt. Rolling onto your side you notice the familiar sight of a shadowy figure kneeling at the end of your bed, rubbing the top of his head. Sighing, you flick on your lamp, lighting up his frown.

“Again, Mingi?” You huff out, annoyed to be woken up. You don’t hesitate to crawl over the bed in his direction, and place a kiss onto the top of his head. He’s clearly exhausted too; he only forgets about the low ceiling when he’s struggling to stay awake.

“It’s your stupid apartment. Why would you live in a loft when you have a big, strong boyfriend like me? It’s like you hate me or something.” He mumbles back grumpily, beginning to shrug off his jacket and jeans with difficulty.

You’d moved into your loft apartment a couple of years ago. It’s not huge, but big enough for you to live comfortably. The problem came when you started dating Mingi just over a year ago. Living in a loft, the upper floor consisting of only a small bedroom space had a very low ceiling. Whilst you’d had a fair few moments of hitting your head when you first moved in, you quickly learnt your lesson. Mingi, your big friendly giant of a boyfriend, has been slower to adapt.

When you first started dating, he had been relatively uninjured. But after a couple of months, and realising that Mingi was ‘the one’, you’d given him the code for your door and an open invitation to come over whenever. His job as an idol gave him an unusual work schedule; sometimes you’d come back in the middle of the day to find him sprawled out on your couch taking a nap. In the evening he’d be in your small kitchen preparing you dinner. Most often, though, he’d come crawling into your bed in the early hours of the morning after a full day of schedules.

“You’re so dramatic, Mings.” You yawn, watching him finally shimmy out of his jeans and kick them to the side. He pouts at you, eyes struggling to stay open.

“I’m tired and now my head hurts.” He whines, fiddling with his watchstrap. You sit in silence, watching him struggle to undo the buckle. After catching onto his mounting frustration, you take his hand in yours tenderly, removing his watch for him and placing it to the side. His eyes follow your movements, glistening slightly with mounting unshed tears. When you sit back, he takes no time in gently tackling you back down onto the pillows.

He hums deeply as he arranges you to his liking – legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other’s waists, and his head nestling into your chest. You can feel his muscles relaxing, falling deeper into your hold with a sigh. You lay in silence for a few minutes, thinking that poor Mingi had already passed out, until he shifts his gaze up at your face.

“I’m sorry I woke you, doll. Y’know I don’t mean to.” He mutters out, eyes still shining with overwhelming emotions. You gently pet the top of his head, trying to comfort him even though exhaustion is running through you.

“I know, Mings. I just wish you’d be more careful. I like you without head injuries.”

“You like me?” He says with a pout, clearly seeking further praise. With a breathy giggle, you cup his cheek.

“I love you, Mingi. Even when you’re clumsy.” He chuffs in response.

“I’m not that bad.” He whines and buries his head back into your chest. Then after a few seconds: “I love you too. Really, truly.”

“Oh yeah? Then how have you been in my bed for five minutes, but haven’t given me a single kiss?” His head whips up with such great speed that you’re concerned he’s going to hurt himself again. His lips attempt to crash onto yours, but with his fatigue they land mostly on your cheek. With another gentle pat on his head, you guide him to lie back down. “I was just kidding, Mings. Go to sleep.”

He yawns, taking his place cocooning you again. You try to keep your own eyes open, stroking his hair to lull him. His legs twitch a little restlessly, and he sighs once more.

“Y’know, I only have to stay living in the dorms for another six months. I thin- I mean after do you think we could maybe get a place together?” His words tumble out, laced with sleep, but nonetheless genuine. You can't help smiling up at the ceiling.

“I’d love that. We could get somewhere with an office so you could work from home.” He hums in agreement, and you can feel his cheeks twitch up into a smile. “High ceilings too.”

You giggle simultaneously, before allowing silence to take over. You’re both too tired to fully celebrate the impending ‘next step’ in your relationship, but lay smiling and tangled together until sleep takes you both.

The next morning, you’re yet again woken by a loud bang, this time followed by a frustrated “shit!” Instantly noticing the lack of warmth in your bed, you’re fairly certain you know the culprit.

“Mingi?”

“Fu- Good morning, doll. I’m just making coffee!” You smile up at the ceiling once more, knowing that the rest of your life will be spent with your sweet, clumsy, giant lover.

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