#mingi au

[avantalem]

SONG MINGI FIC RECS

some of my favourite mingi fics :)

ateez masterlist

Skinny Dipping by byuntrash101

Use It by a-soft-hornytiny

Starring Role + CS by nonclassyparty

This Night Together + JYH by honeyhotteoks

Panini - JYH by smileysuh

Counting Stars by min-gis

Jealous by cyberpxnk

8th Grade + JYH by smileysuh

Bubble Boy by milfgyuu

Hard Hours

Punishment by hongism

Slowly, I’m going down by yutasbellybuttonpiercing

Fic Rec List

After Like by sluttywoozi

All In by tenelkadjowrites

Django by hongism

Audio

Chosen For Heaven by shinescape

Scandalous by mphountitled

Be With You by writerpetals (i picture mingi thats why its listed here lol)

Seven by sluttywoozi

Yeehaw by desirehorizon 

P Drunk by beenbaanbuun

Under the sheets

if you have any reccomendations please comment!

[wontune]

♡ ⠀ ⠀ mingi ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ lockscreenㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ateez )

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*Finish the song* Ateez

[alxtiny]

You like me? | Song Mingi x reader

Synopsis: where you confess you feelings to mingi unintentionally

Pairing: Song Mingi x gn!reader, college au

Genre: fluff, crack?

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: Happy Valentines day to all the other lonely souls like me, I hope this makes a part of your day better

masterlist

In the quiet corners of the university library, you found solace among the shelves of books and the gentle hum of whispered conversations. Seated across from your best friend Yuri, you couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within you.

"He's just... so unbelievably pretty, Yuri," you sighed, your eyes glazing over with admiration. "I mean, have you seen the way he concentrates on his music? It's like watching magic unfold." you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

Yuri chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, yes of course the infamous Mingi I’ve been hearing about so much these days. I see your crush has reached legendary status."

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could utter a word, she continued. "You know, if he likes you back, then it wouldn't be wrong for you to make some moves on this guy, right?" She grinned mischievously. Letting out a groan you slumped forward, resting your chin on your pile of books, “What am I gonna do, he’s infuriatingly difficult to decipher.”

Smiling at you fondly, Yuri placed her hand gently on yours. "Come now Song Mingi can’t be that hard to figure out. He seems like a nice guy."

Shaking your head at your best friend, you let out a sigh.

“You're probably right, but his cryptic words are giving me headaches. I don’t even understand half of the stuff he talks about whenever we’ve talked before. Plus, he hasn't shown any signs of liking me.”

"And he’s always so focused on what he does to even notice me properly. Did you know he’s a music production and sound engineering major, Yuri," you continued, animatedly gesturing with your hands. "Apparently he gets the best grades in his year. He must really be talented. I like him so much it hurts at this point.”

As you ranted about Mingi's talents and irresistible charm, Yuri's gaze shifted over your shoulder. Her expression changed from amusement to shock. With the sudden shift in her face, you followed her line of sight to find Mingi standing there, clad in his usual dark glasses and with his unruly hair sticking out at weird angles, it all made him look so endearing to you.

In one hand, he held a sleek midi keyboard, and in the other, a small bouquet of flowers. Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as Mingi spoke in his soft voice, "You like me?"

You were brought back to reality, caught off guard by his sudden questioning. Stuttering slightly, you managed to nod and confess, "Uh, y-yeah?." His lips quirked upwards and you could see the pink tinting the tips of his ears. His shy smile made you want to kiss him senseless, but your legs suddenly felt very weak.

A mischievous glint appeared in Mingi's eyes, and he grinned. "Well, then I guess you won't say no to the date I was gonna ask you on." Without waiting for an answer, he placed the bouquet of roses in front of you, and placed his own instrument down on the table next to you.

Your heart fluttered uncontrollably, and you smiled back at him sweetly. A genuine smile that reached deep into your chest and caused your heart to swell with happiness. Your friend watched on curiously, smiling brightly as she watched your painfully shy ass interact with Mingi.

"I was hoping you could spare some time tonight so i could show you my work, since last time we talked you said you wanted to hear it,” a blush crept up his neck and face, “Of course if you’re busy, I understand,” he said gesturing to your books.

A shy smile spread across your face as you giggled and, unable to resist, leaned in to kiss his cheek. Yuri, still in shock, watched as her ultimate ship came true before her eyes.

Mingi's eyes sparkled even more, his face becoming the embodiment of the 🥺 emoji. "Is that a yes??"

You nodded, your heart pounding with excitement. "Absolutely, Mingi. I'd love to go on a date with you."

Yuri finally snapped out of her initial surprise and clapped her hands in glee. "Finally! My ship has started sailing!!" She looked at you with dreamy eyes like a little child who had been given candy as you and Mingi simply laughed at her expression

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FROM STORM TO SUNRISE. ━━ JYH & SMG

prompts / plot. ━━━━━ you and your boyfriend yunho wake up to find your other boyfriend mingi no where to be found

part of the secret santa event. ━━━━━ fem! foreigner!reader x boyfriends! jeong yunho & song mingi , domestic fluff / slight angst (?) / an attempt at humor / soulmate au , staring: yn, yunho, mingi, mrs yang (oc) & an unnamed baker + cashier , tw: mentions of food, metaphorical storms and tornadoes and yn is basically panicking most of the time , wc: 1421 , notes: no pronouns used but fem reader + foreigner part not mentioned and yunho & mingi aren’t soulmates but this is all because of the prequel, also i imagined the town from hometown cha cha cha for this fic !

[ to @justhere4kpop aka nadia . . . ] happy holidays (and merry christmas if you celebrate) nadia! i was your secret santa, did you have any idea? either way i have to start by apologizing i was planning a much larger fic but than a bunch of things in my personal life came crashing down so i decided to continue writing the other fic (the prequel to this one) later which means you will get two gifts ! i know the writing is terrible with this one but if you liked this someone how it’s a nice surprise for both of us! i hope you have a wonderful day and i love you mwah <3

[ listening to . . . ] Dreamy Day by Ateez

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WARM RAYS OF SUNSHINE SHONE GENTLY THROUGH THE LARGE WINDOW, ALLOWING YOU TO WAKE UP IN PEACE.

You slowly opened your eyes while you stretched your arms up from underneath the blankets, a smile making its way onto your face as you felt the arm draped over your stomach move you closer in his tight grip.

Turning, you met your boyfriend’s squinting eyes. Clearly, he'd just woken up too. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck and placed a kiss underneath your shirt on your bare shoulder— a silent good morning.

You'd just woken up and you already felt giddy. You moved your hand to the mattress next to you, searching for your other boyfriend’s warm body.

Your eyes opened fully, head snapping to his usual side of the bed when you realize he wasn't there. A small storm of worry brewed in your chest as you nudged your present partner, who seemed close to going back to dreamland.

He whined a bit and it took every bone in your body not to coo at him. You managed to get over your cuteness aggression enough to ask.

“Yunho, honey, where is Mingi?”

He was the early bird in your relationship after all. If anyone would know, it would be Yunho.

To your surprise, he didn't.

“I don’t know? Maybe in the kitchen? Bathroom?” He slurred, clearly not feeling the same sense of urgency as you yet.

“M’kay. I’m gonna look for Mingi. I’ll be right back.” You ruffled his already messy hair before removing yourself from his comfortable grip. The movement only caused more whining from the sleepy giant.

Yunho heard you make your way through the apartment. Your bare feet making a rhythm of soft steps on the linoleum floor, and your groggy but comforting morning voice called out Mingi’s name over and over again.

Your voice got more and more nervous with each call of his name ringing out with no response.

When you walked back into the bedroom, Yunho was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his phone in his hands. He gave you a worried look, the gravity of the situation finally catching up with him.

“Nothing?” He asked.

You fell back on the bed with a sigh as you shook your head no, racking your brain for where your boyfriend could possibly be at nine in the morning on the weekend. You felt Yunho reach over and gently push some hair out your face in an attempt to calm you down.

“I tried texting him but I got no answer either.”

Just as you were about to respond, a sharp feeling washed over you, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

You knew what that feeling meant. It only happened when your soulmate was experiencing a strong emotion. It could range from heartbreaking sadness to mind boggling happiness to excruciating pain.

You jumped up, clutching the arm that has Mingi’s soulmate mark on it. Your eyes met Yunho's.

“I think Mingi is in trouble!”

SADLY, A SOULMATE BOND did not include a GPS. At least, that was not the kind you were blessed with. That would have saved you the trouble of walking aimlessly through the town in your pajamas and winter coats.

Due to Yunho not being Mingi’s soulmate and your soulmate mark being basically sharing skin with Mingi, you were no further than when you left the house half an hour ago.

Yunho wrapped his arm around your shoulders, rubbing it in an attempt to shield you from the cold morning weather on the island. It was a sweet gesture. The growing panic heated your cheeks more then enough, but you appreciated the comfort of it nonetheless.

He stopped his brisk pace for a second and looked at you like a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Have you tried writing to him?” He asked.

You responded immediately by looking through your pockets for a pen or a marker, or anything that could stain your skin, but to no avail.

Yunho had the same luck. But he pointed you to the closest store, and without any words needed, the two of you rushed into the building, probably giving the poor cashier a heart attack.

“Excuse me, do you have a pen or something I could borrow? It’s an emergency!” You panted as her face contorted in confusion. She reached over next to her and handed you a pen anyway.

Before you could, Yunho quickly but gently raised your sleeve up, baring your arm for you. Despite the pressure, it made you want to giggle like a school girl. You kept your lovey-dovey feelings to yourself and began to write.

‘Song Mingi, where the hell are you?’

Normally, whenever you’d write something on your body and vice versa (left side for Mingi, and right for Yunho), the receiving party could felt a tingling sensation even before reading the message. You hoped with all your being that Mingi received that sensation right then too.

After staring at your arm for five minutes, you began to feel your heart speed up even more when you heard Yunho gasp from next to you as the letters you previously wrote where erased.

Finally, you felt the storm that had turned into a tornado in your heart calm down a bit, and the letters you wrote were replaced by messy yet familiar handwriting revealing Mingi’s location.

THERE HE WAS.

Through the display window of the bakery, you and Yunho saw him.

Mingi clutched a colorful box while one of the village elders, Mrs. Yang, pulled on the other side. Both seemed to be in an intense battle as the baker behind the counter watched the two awkwardly.

The closer you got, the more it hit you; the sharp feeling you felt wasn’t sadness, anger, or pain— it was his sheer competitiveness.

Yunho held the door open and both of you stepped through with the sound of the bell signaling your arrival. The baker gave you a friendly nod, but neither Mingi nor Mrs. Yang seemed to notice you, still too fixated on arguing over what you now saw was a beautifully decorated cake.

“Song Mingi!” Your voice resounded through the store as you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

The man in question immediately forgot about the cake and trailed towards you like a puppy. He looked at you and Yunho with big eyes full of confusion.

“Baby, what're you doing here? Gosh, both of you are wearing pajamas, aren’t you way too cold?” He asked, cradling your face in his hands.

He tossed Yunho a judgmental look as if suspecting he was the reason you guys were here.

The older man flicked Mingi’s forehead before shaking his head. “Don’t look at me like that. None of this would’ve happened if you knew how to answer your phone or leave a note.”

“Yeah, we were so worried something happened.” You grabbed his attention along with one of the hands that was still on your cheek.

Mingi looked down sheepishly, his cheeks slightly reddening.

“Ah, I’m sorry. You said you were craving cake yesterday so I wanted to surprise you and Yunho with cake as breakfast in bed.” He pointed behind him, doing a double take as the cake he was just ready to risk his life for was long gone.

A heartbroken expression made its way onto his face. He looked at the baker, who only chuckled.

“I’m sorry, man. You snooze you lose.”

The baker pointed outside, where Mrs. Yang was gleefully walking away from the bakery with the precious cake in her hands.

Yunho let out a boisterous laugh, clutching his stomach as you patted the pouting boy’s cheek. Though that wasn't to say you weren't trying to reign your own laughter in as well.

“It’s okay, Ming! It’s the thought that counts.”

After a couple more minutes of comforting Mingi about his lost battle, he finally agreed to get another sweet pastry (which Yunho demanded to choose as compensation for everything).

As you three walked out of the store, you didn’t feel a storm or a tornado brewing in your chest. You felt a lovely calm wash over you as both of your boyfriends linked hands with you, one carrying the box with a well-deserved red velvet cake in it on the way home.

All the worry was replaced in no time with a warm domestic sunrise growing in your heart, and you knew exactly who were to blame for that.

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Pairing: royalty!Mingi x royalty gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, light angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Warnings: none

WC: 1898

Summary: You and Mingi aren't friends, not even after marriage. But you're not enemies either. In fact, you don't know where you stand but after an incident maybe it could be something more?

after being complained at for "never writing Mingi" (ahem @mingsolo) here we are! to tide us over while i struggle through nanowrimo i have a handful of prewritten fics so y'all aren't dehydrated

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“With the power vested in me by the Gods, I unite Princess (Y/N) (L/N) and Crown Prince Mingi Song in holy matrimony, thus joining their kingdoms.”

The priest leads the two of you to join hands, and as you do light shines from within your clasped hands. The ceremony is over and you are now married to the…well, former nemesis of your people. The funniest thing was when you were just toddlers, your parents had even talked about marrying the two of you together. But then something changed. And it wasn’t long before both countries were locked in a war before you even had the chance to talk to the prince for more than your greetings.

It was devastating. Both countries were large and powerful, and the smaller kingdoms around them suffered for it. It was only when his father died that the high empire intervened and, as a result, decided to use your marriage to make peace. Mingi would not be crowned until he was married to you, and the wedding took place much sooner than you had hoped.

Which brings you to now. Neither you nor Mingi talked or even looked at each other the entire carriage ride home. It was not a joyous occasion, not for the two of you. No shared beds, or rooms, just barely acknowledging each others' presence.

In fact, you’re pretty sure he hates you. He rarely acknowledges your presence. You don’t know what to do with yourself in this hellhole. All you do is show your face in the throne room when needed and then retreat to either your private gardens or room until next called for.

“Yuri, could you do me a favour?” you call for your handmaiden, who might just be one of your only friends in this dreadful castle. The servants like you well enough but there’s only some much kindness they can offer before the nobles’ words get to you.

“Yes, milady?” Like a ghost, she moves to stand beside you, her hair glowing in the sun. Sometimes you look at her and feel she would be a so much better fit for the role of queen here. You can barely hold the attention of the court ladies while Yuri can shut them up with a single polite sentence. “How may I assist you today?”

“Could you do me a favour and fetch me some tea? You know my favourite. I’ll take it in my room, and you can take the day off.”

Yuri bows her head. “Thank you, milady.” You can hear the smile in her voice, excited at the prospect of a day off. You wave her off and as she enters the side door, you lean back on your hands and enjoy the rays of sunshine on your face for just a moment alone. You take moments like this with gratefulness, as it’s only when you’re truly alone that you feel almost at home.

With another sigh and a crack of your back, you brush off your full skirts and make your way to your room. It’s when you almost reach your quarters that you run into Lady Miyoung, a lady of high social standing that you heard was rumoured to be marrying Mingi before the war had started.

“Lady Miyoung, what a surprise,” you greet her quietly, tilting your head into a bow. “I did not expect to see you near this wing.” You did not expect her because this area is regulated strictly as only you, your personal servants, and your husband are allowed entrance.

“Oh, yes, a pleasant surprise, I’m sure,” Miyoung sniffs haughtily and your eye twitches. As much as she despises you, she’s popular among the court and if you dare raise a word against her the social exile you would face would be irreparable. “I heard the most interesting conversation the other day, you know.”

“Ah,” you are not quite that interested in court gossip, but if Miyoung found her way into your wing without being stopped, it must be something important.

“I heard,” Miyoung leans in as if you’re sharing secrets about childhood crushes, “that King Mingi has been looking for a second wife to bear him a son. A woman of his court, with high social standing, of course. In fact, I heard that he’s quite sick of his war trophy.”

And her words cut you deep. You know she’s referring to herself as the lady of the court with a high social standing, and that you are his war trophy. She’s not subtle, but she’s subtle enough that you cannot sentence her to anything without the wrath of the court against you. You feel your throat tightening but you force an almost painful smile on your face. “I see. Well, the rumours of the court have no bearing on how I will go about my day, so I thank you for your wisdom. You may leave.”

Miyoung raises a perfectly shaped brow, no doubt pleased at your obvious hurt but also craving more of a reaction. “Now, now, there’s no haste. A court doll like you must have nothing else of interest as her husband, His Royal Majesty, has much more important matters to attend to.”

Your eyes widen in shock. Never before had a court lady been so openly disdainful of you. Behind your back, easily, but to your face and in your quarters? You open your mouth to rebuke her but before a single word leaves your mouth, you hear wind rushing past your ears as a person stands before you. As your eyes move up his broad back your hand flies to your mouth as you recognise the back of Mingi’s head.

“My King,” Miyoung stutters out, just as surprised at his sudden appearance.

“Why are you here?” Mingi’s booming voice echoes in the narrow hallway. “I do not recall you being given permission to be in this area of the castle.”

“Why, Queen (Y/N) invited me herself,” she lies straight out of her teeth.

Mingi looks back at you, his eyebrow raised as he awaits your confirmation. And on any other occasion, maybe you would have folded in your eagerness to please the court, but your heart still stings from Miyoung’s words. You shake your head ever so imperceptibly.

Mingi nods. “I see. Now, Lady Miyoung,” his head snaps back to her and she has the audacity to flutter her eyelashes at him. “Lying to the King and putting words in the Queen Consort’s mouth is a punishment worthy of being stripped of your title.”

“Your Majesty!” Miyoung squawks and Mingi holds up a hand to silence her in the middle of her sentence.

“Not to mention the other offences I heard when walking by,” Mingi continues and Miyoung swallows as she realises the trouble she put herself into. “Spreading harmful rumours about the King and the Queen Consort?”

“You’re majesty, I wasn’t–” Miyoung tries to save herself but Mingi is not having it.

“Keep your snake mouth shut” he snaps “lest I cut your tongue off for disrespecting my wife. You have, by extent, insulted me as well. Second wife? Don’t make me laugh. Queen (Y/N) is a hundred times more the queen you would ever be.”

Before Miyoung could protest anymore, Mingi snaps his fingers and guards you didn’t even expect to be there come out of the shadows to take Miyoung by the arms.

“My King!”

“Mingi!”

Both you and Miyoung gasp in surprise, although yours is more confused and hers is plain offence, but Mingi ignores you both as he addresses his guards. “Take Lady Miyoung to the dungeons while I decide what to do with her.”

And without hesitation, the soldiers drag an offended and whining Miyoung away. It’s only when her hollers finally cease that you snap to attention, quickly bowing at your husband. “I didn’t expect you to be here, Mingi,” you state as he bows back. “I thank you for your help in dealing with Lady Miyoung, though.”

Mingi sighs. “I should’ve done more before, (Y/N), and I’m sorry. I should’ve known how hard it would be for you, moving so soon after the war.”

You shake your head as your hands clutch at your full skirts. “You have no obligation towards me. Lady Miyoung was, in a way, correct about one thing. I am a war trophy.”

“No obligation?” Mingi’s voice raises in volume but he pauses to calm himself down after he notices you flinch at the volume of it. “(Y/N), you are my wife. The furthest possible thing from a trophy. I should have nipped the gossip in the bud—neither of us wanted a war and we could not control our circumstances.” Mingi reaches forward, almost as if to hold your hands, but decides against it, his hands just hovering awkwardly in the air.”

“But you don’t care,” you contradict him, your voice small. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but I rarely ever see you, and the court thinks I’m a joke. I can’t show my face without hearing the whispers behind my back. I do my best to listen to the commoner’s struggles and offer solutions but there’s only so much I can do when the officials and their wives are against me.”

Your words stun Mingi to his core. “You think I’m indifferent?” At your careful nod, he overcomes his hesitation and takes your shaking hands, bringing them to his chest as you are pulled forward at the motion. “My wife, I adore you. I would be lying to call it love, but I hold you in such high regard, and given time, I would come to love you if you’d let me. I am so sorry that you came to that conclusion.”

You hesitate before reaching forward and squeezing his warm, large hands. “It’s okay,” you whisper. When Mingi raises an eyebrow you laugh breathily at his suspicion. “It truly is. Yes, I felt alone and out of place, but your words and kindness have comforted me. We can try again. I’ll attend more councils with you as is my duty, and we can have lunch together afterwards. I’ll do my best to appeal more to the nobles and we can get to know each other. I don’t hold it against you, Mingi.”

Mingi nods slowly as he processes your words. “We shall,” he smiles and you can’t help but smile back. He brings your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss against them. “We will, and that’s a promise. I will defend your reputation with all I can, and you will blossom in this court, I’m sure of it.”

You giggle a little at his phrasing and you give his hands another gentle squeeze. “I will hold you to that promise.” A pause as you stare into each others’ eyes and an idea hits you. “Mingi, are you busy right now?”

Mingi shakes his head. “No?” he cocks his head, his eyes warm.

Your eyes shine as your smile grows even more on your face. “Then please do me the honour of accompanying me to my garden, my King.” You punctuate your question with a short laugh and Mingi’s eyes shine as he nods.

“Please, let’s.”

You feel a warmth bloom in your chest as you gently pull him down the hall back from where you came.

[maxsix]

The High Table: A John Wick Verse. Song Mingi and Brutus

[sadnightforus]

NONE OF MY BUSINESS  (SMG)

ex!mingi x gn!reader

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

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

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

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

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

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

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

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

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

 How long will you allow it to happen? 

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

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

 You’re so stupid. 

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

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

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

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

 But why is it so addictive? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 How do you really become strangers?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Or does he? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 He nods, deep down agreeing to what you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 And the story is now finished.

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

 Or neither do your feelings with his.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

[chicksmoothie]

•Say it like you mean it — mingi

—you have a very hard time dealing with your nightmares, so your studiocolleague and hard crush mingi helps you out sleeping better

Pairing dom!Mingi x sub!fem!reader/Chick

Genre Smut & Romance, Music Studio AU. Includes fluff & kinks

WordCount 4K

Warnings +18 content, minors DNI, nightmares, sleep paralysis, dirty talk, really dirty sex (urophilia and anal as the kinkiest), cursing, a bit of a size kink, smile kink (??), and I think that’s it, please tell me if I am forgetting something!

This in no way aims to be a real depiction of Mingi, just a character based on him!!! Same goes for Wooyoung, who appears for a sec.

AN: HIIII!!

Firs of all, I would like to thank you for reading :) this is actually my first fic since I was a teenager so I am a little shy about sharing it, but a friend asked me to do it so here it is!

I must say three things that you might want to know:

I use Chick instead of y/n cos it helps me write

English is not my first language and although I am confident in my english skills there might be some typos, weird use of english or gramatical errors, so sorry in advance

This story will continue as independent chapters of the same AU, but it won’t follow any schedule

Say it like you mean it

You are trying to stop moving throughtout your nightmare but it is kinda impossible, as always.

The night is getting longer and longer and this shitty dream doesn’t seem to end. You have always had this problem: you know you are sleeping, that it is a dream and you kinda control it till a certain point where it turns into a nightmare, and then you are unable to wake up. You try screaming, moving or opening your eyes but nothing works. You are trapped until your body is too tired to keep fighting against your wish to snap out of it, or someone wakes you up. The latter is what happens this time.

You blink a few times, trying to swipe the blur in your still sleepy eyes, just to guess a massive dark silhouette bending over you. “Hey, you alright Chick?” The silhouette asks “You were making a funny face” Your eyes finally focus. “Mingi” you manage to answer with a raspy voice, just awaken. “Yeah, thanks… I just need to get some water”. The guy immediatly hands you a bottle of cold water, which you thank and firstly put on your forehead to get rid of even the last bit of nightmare that might remain.

“Were you dreaming?” You open the bottle and drink a tiny zip. “Yes, nightmares, I get them quite a lot” You don’t know why you are telling this to Mingi. The guy could just be a random studiopartner who you sometimes help with lyrics and beats, but well, apart from that, he is the guy you secretly have a huge crush on and the same guy you draw every session day cos you can’t get over his profile, lips, adams apple or shiny eyes. His short pink hair has been printed in your brain along with his smile since the moment you first landed your eyes on him. You are totally delusional for him. And eventhough his mates are obssessed with shipping you together, you don’t get any sexy vibe from him towards you, so you just enjoy his company and, why not saying it, his sight too. You get along really well, and you don’t even think about fucking that up.

“Are they really bad? I mean, you seemed just upset while sleeping, but not enough for it to be a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from”. The next explanaition you give him surprises you even more, cos you spend the next good 10 minutes telling him about your whole problem with sleep paralysis, and this is something you normally avoid at all cost. And, oh my god, not him paying attention without saying a word until you finish, making you blush, cheeks beet red. “And that’s it I guess, not too deep”.

You don’t normally get knocked out like this at the studio, so it isn’t going to happen again anyway. You could just keep helping each other with your songs as you’ve been doing till now before this tiny shitty incident, end this conversation right here and keep going with your lifes, “Do you need someone to wake you up like I did just now?” until he asks this “I might be able to do that” and states this other thing.

“Sorry, I think I don’t get you” you are trying your best to brush off the thought of Mingi being next to you while sleeping before burning with the need of having that scene in real life, “As I said, I offer myself to stay next to you while you sleep just in case you need a hand to wake up” until he offers himself to…fuck, to actually do so.

“Yooooooooo…” you both jump in surprise, your conversation being interrupted by Wooyoung, one of Mingis teamates. “Flirting again I see” Mingi slightly blushing and flicking his tounge. “Fuck off Woyo” he turns to your direction and says “Give it some thought, I might be of help”. He tries hard to hide his nervous smile, dimple showing and eyes shining. And then he fucking leaves.

Woyo laughs while waving goodbye “Well, princess, it is getting late, you should go home”

What the fuck was that just now, you ask yourself.

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Your dreams are getting not only worse, but also more frequent. The last nightmare with sleep paralysis was the fifth out of seven nights a week has. That is double as much as they were before, and this situation has been going on for another two weeks.

Your lack of quality sleep has you dozzing off during lesson and keeps your brain bottled up, unable to concentrate nor being creative on your music. It has reached to a point where you would get paranoid and afraid of the night itself, which implies being unable to sleep at all. You are tired both physically and mentally, and Mingi and the guys from the studio can tell.

This is why Mingi takes you to the studios kitchen, sits you on a chair and goes “You’re not sleeping shit”. You can only nod. “Why won’t you ask for help? I offered, but it doesn’t have to be me if you are not comfortable with that” you look up at him, doubting if you should tell him that no one knows about your nightmares. You bite your lip until you throw it: “I can’t tell just anyone cos it embarrasses me,” deep breath “so you are the only one who knows” Mingi is so shocked you can tell miles away, given the face he is making. After the shock comes the seriousness. “Okay, you are sleeping beside me tonight”. And all you can do is nod again, tired and surrendered.

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You throw the key away in the desk by the door, hang your coat and make a gesture for Mingi to do the same. “I am sorry it isn’t tidy”. He wanders around with his eyes just to catch how full of paintings and drawings, sculptures and some other things he can not really classify this house of yours is.

“Your place is actually amazing. How come you have so much arty stuff?” You can tell he is genuinely interested “Oh, I majored in Fine Arts, currently writing my thesis, so this is research material you could say” He widen his eyes “Wait, I thought you were a singer, like, I’ve seen you live” Trying to supress your smile you say “Well, I do that too. I do a bit of everything, never good enough at anything to live on it” He automatically shakes his head in disapproval, “The fuck you saying, that doesn’t show on your songs or in all this, baby” You look at him, not sure about what you should be more shocked about: the fact that he was giving you credit on all of your work so fervently or the fact that he just casually called you baby.

Shit, you could get used to that. “I am going to order the pizza,” you shake it off quickly, “you can choose a movie or something. The TV is over there.” Is this a fucking date? Really? Pizza is okay but, girl, a movie? Bloody hell you are hooked.

After a while watching Inuyasha, chosen by you and accepted by him since not surprisingly he loves anime, you start to feel that new but already familiar feeling of not being able to keep your eyes open due to tiredness. Also not surprisingly, you don’t lose to paranoia and fear tonight, since Mingi is close enough to you to be able to feel his body heat. It makes you nervous in a totally different way, and also calm enough to finally fall asleep on his shoulder.

It is all pitch black, you can’t see a thing and you try to reach something around you but your hands keep slipping through cold air and emptyness. You feel you are too alone for it to even be possible, you feel such loneliness, such fear of what you can’t see. Everything around you is still cold and still empty and your hands are still slipping through the air and you can’t find anything or anyone to wake you up.

Thats it, you are dreaming. Another shitty fucking nightmare. Please someone wake me, please. You try to say it, your mouth opens up and maybe emits the sound but you can’t hear it. You also try to pull your own arm in a desperate attempt of inflicting yourself some pain that shakes you out of this dream, but fail. Your body blocks any kind of action you try to start. Cold drops of sweat rolling through your body outside the dream, you can feel it, you are right in between, why can’t you reach the surface?

It suddenly happens. A hand would gently caress your sweat away outside the dream, first thing you feel in what seemed ages. And that’s what it takes. You slowly open your eyes, also slowly focusing on a worried Mingi. “You alright?” You are suddenly so calm, everything just sets right.

You close your eyes again and rest for the first time in a long time.

When you wake up you are in your bed, fully covered with your 3k blankets (you are really not a cold person) and a fucking big and heavy arm. Mingi is right behind you, breathing soundly on your nape. Shut up. Shut the fuck up because this is not fucking happening. I am still dreaming. You tell yourself all that, but reality says otherwise, since Mingi wakes up to your tiniest move in order to wake you if needed, and he had just noticed how your body suddenly tensed.

“Chick? You awake?” Shit is his morning voice sexy “Good morning Mingi” you can’t even turn around from embarrassment “Good morning baby” BABY, againnnn?jeheodjeifhehehdjhd “Did you sleep any better?” You just manage to nod, unable to emit any sound or word since apparently you have forgotten your own language. “Why won’t you talk? Are you alright?”

His fingers start to have a stroll through your hair, drawing circles on your scalp. What is he up to? You wonder, cos this situation would normally lead to something you know far too well. But, as always, you’d rather die than admit that these things happen to you, that someone might be interested in you. You need more, a bit of a bigger proof. “Hey, Chick, please talk to me, do you need water or something?… Did you fall asleep again?” This last bit is nearly a whisper. Did he actually lower his voice just now just in case you had fallen asleep? You can’t take it. That is too fucking endearing. You break in laughter and turn around, smiling at him. “Thanks Mingi, I slept amazing”.

And there you are, facing each other closer than ever. Just a few centimeters away from his lips, as you had imagined too many times to even fucking count. So what do you do now, you beg someone to tell you. The hand that was previously caressing your head had, lets say naturally, landed on your waist when you abruptly turned around, and somehow it started moving with the same motion it had on your head, but now on its new location. “Yeah? I’m glad, and you are welcome” A bright smile on his lips, still so close to yours you could breathe his words in. You just can’t stop looking at him, he is too bright himself, so pretty. His smile is too much for you, fuck, you might actually cry.

But you don’t have time to do that, cos Mingi takes the chance of you looking at his lips to put on yours his pretty smile. It lasts a second, but when he moves his face away from you, your heart tightens and your eyes shut close to try to process the warmth in your chest. Where did all these overwhelming feelings come from? You never thought it was so deep. Was it this deep? Have you been cockblocking your own feelings for this guy as you always do just to avoid facing them? Hell yeah you have girl. When you open your eyes Mingi is looking at you, clearly puzzled since he thinks he might have gone overboard with the kiss. Your hands find his cheeks, pressing against them so hard his mouth turns into a fish face.

“I am in love with you” You look at him gently for a second, just settling your words altogether with your flaming chest. His face is a poem: the fish face now has his eyes wide open in surprise, and you break in laughter again. He slowly takes your hands away while his expression changes just to grab your chin with one of his own hands “You mean it? Say it like you mean it” his eyes are a bit narrowed, his new and unknown expression tainted in something dark that you can feel right in your lower half. He wants to know, he wants to hear you say it like you mean it.

You swallow, looking at him in the eyes while trying to catch your breath “Mingi I lov-“ And thats all you manage to say, cos next Mingi is full on pressing his lips against yours, your whole body against his, so much bigger than yours. It sounds so messy in your mouths you feel shy about it, but all you can do is give in to him, finally reaching each other as you both apparently wanted to. His hands are all over your body. Fuck you are needy. Fuck he also is.

So you move your hands near the “whatever cloth’s he has got” elastic and pull it down. He growls in your mouth, anticipating what you are about to do. And, although he wants you to do it, he also wants to pleasure you first.

“Baby, wait” you look at him, quite confused again both for him stopping you and also him calling you baby for the third time as if nothing. “Let me get on top, yeah?” As if you could fucking answer anything to that. He slips on top of you making it seem like he has done it every single day of his life, with such ease. When you feel him grind against you, you melt down and pant. You want him so much it’s insane.

In a second attempt to take action you stroke yourself against him, and again he stops you “Be a good girl, huh? Let me work you just right for a bit” you automatically stop and nod biting your lips, eyes full of needy tears, making his chin clench and tighten in lust at the sight of this undone under him you. He goes back to your mouth and kisses you, and this time he does it so damn slowly, as if he loved you back? His tongue going over your lips and making its way inside your mouth, finally eating your breath up in the sweetest kiss ever.

His hands are covering your cheeks and reaching behind your ears through your neck, and this could sound all too innocent and fluffy if he wasn’t grinding against your already soaked pussy so hard but at the same slow pace as the kiss. You moan between his lips, earning another one of his smiles, this time a bit cheeky. “Needy aren’t we?” He didn’t expect it, but you grin yourself and go back to his mouth and almost whispering you say “Yeah baby, so fucking needy for you”. Mingi tenses from head to toe, grinds one time just as a reflex and slaps you slightly on your cheek, “And what exactly is it that you need, needy girl?” “Mingi, please” your grin dropping and you cry while your arms wrap around his lower back just to pull him even closer, pressing your clit against his already rock hard dick, making you both moan.

“Words baby, wanna hear you say it” he growls while grinning and you cant help but obey without even thinking, “Mingi, really give it to me,pretty please? Fuck me stupid hm?” You know your slutty begging tone is effective, but not to this extent, cos one second after your last word is Mingi dragging your pants and panties down, lining his dick and pushing it slowly inside you. Slowly, very slowly, cos you are wetter than ever, but he is so, so, so big. You both sighing deep due to the sudden hit of his cock entering you.

“You feel amazing around me. Going so slow is torture” He is looking into your eyes, so when you push yourself up in order to take him whole in one go, you have the perfect sight of his eyelids flicking and his eyes rolling up to the back of his head, enjoying the pleasure it gives him. “Fuck, baby, so good” he bites his lips while now moving in and out of you, still slowly, still so sweet.

Your pussy clenching at the sound of his praising. “Mingi come closer, I wanna kiss you” “Because you love me?” You nod “Words baby” and he demands. “I love you Mingi, please let me kiss you” He smiles brightly. “I love you too” and so he’s got you. You’re done for.

The moment he bends down to kiss you you swallow his mouth, arch your back and make his cock enter you the fucking perfect angle that you both needed to finally lose it. Mingi starts to fuck you hard, taking your legs to roll them around his waist, making you push him deeper with each time he bangs. Your eyes crying and your voice crying too, your head falling back in pleasure, him growling your name and praising how good your pussy tastes for his cock, his body pressed so tightly to yours and every inch of your body feeling so full of him.

You start to feel that burning knot in your core, this hot sensation that you have never felt with a guy fucking you before and that you could only reach with your fingers.

“Mingi I think am gonna cum” you cry “Cum baby, drench me, yeah?” As if you were following his every order, the knot pulls you to your orgasm faster than it ever has before, but he doesn’t stop “You think you can take it a bit longer?” And for some reason you do. And not only that, being so overstimulated turns you on so much that you end up begging with your eyes still rolled back from the high of your orgasm and your body still shaking “Mingi don’t fucking stop, please”.

And he doesn’t, but he does bend you over the mattress, your face sunken in the pillow. He has your ass up to the sky and he can’t help but suck his thumb and then stroke its entrance in circles while still banging your pussy. When you feel his finger entering your ass and trying to find and press his own cock through your flesh inside you, all the overstimulation that has built up finally overcomes you. “Mingi…something different is coming!” You shout ridiculously still pressed against the pillow. He doesn’t stop, he knows what is gonna happen and he wants to see it from the front row. And this is not going to take long, you just need a little push. “Come on babygirl, let me see it” he gasps while rocking his hips.

All of a sudden this heat that comes along with the orgasm mixes with a burning feeling in your clit. Mingi takes his mostly free hand to go down to it and press on really fast and really hard. You scream his name as if it was the last thing you would say. Your legs so week you can’t even keep yourself in all fours, your pussy clamping and drenching the whole bed with your squirt. “Jesus Christ baby, that is so fucking sexy. You’re such a slut huh? Wetting your bed like that. And this is all for me.”

A growl followed by a slap on your ass, this time very hard, nothing to do with the previous one on your face, announce his own orgasm. This one slap is meant to mark you as his, make himself stamp his own pleasure for you on your skin as if he could’t stay still. And then he slows down, pouring all his cum inside your pussy, while still fucking your asshole with his thumb in the same slowing pace.

He pulls out and you whine, feeling too empty all of a sudden. You think it is over and somehow you feel kinda disappointed “I thought you were gonna fuck my ass too” he can’t even finish to lean beside you because he falls apart in laughing tears “Are you for real? After this?” “I don’t know” you say, eyes looking down at Mingis body lying just by your side, you still down faced and breathing irregularly “I was ready for everything”.

Mingi takes your face and kisses you dearly while, again, smliling through your mouth and making you smile too. “I am not gonna fuck your asshole...” you pout, he smiles even wider. “…today. But I am going to clean you up”. He starts kissing you again, then going down your neck with tiny little pecks, he stops for a minute on your chest, your nipples and down to your bellybutton.

The pleasure this time is different. You know you are unable to cum anymore after squirting so hard, at least not in a couple of minutes without any stimuli. But this pleasure is just pleasure for you to enjoy without the orgasm as the reward. Just Mingi feeding you full with attention like this is just right, just enough. You anticipate his next kissing stop, you know what he is about to do and you burn inside with desire. “Mingi…” You pull his short pink hair at the time you push his face between your legs for him to eat you out only as a fucking professional rapper like him would do. The thought of him sucking you clean of his own cum is driving you nuts. “Shit Mingi, so good…” You are too sensitive right now, but somehow it still feels good to have him gently sucking you.

Once he finishes, he is now hard again, and not that you are surprised. You look up at him, asking with your gaze what you should do. He grins “Stay still babe, lay towards the headboard for me” you obey and he gets closer to you, towering you under his huge body and leaning forward, just to have your face aligned with his dick.

He starts stroking in a slow motion at first, then hurrying the pace as he watches you open your mouth while looking at him in the eyes. “I wanna cum on your face” he sighs while closing his eyes “And then I wanna piss all over your body”. At this point this does only not surprise you, but you ache for it too.

Your eyes meet, he is waiting for your approval. Your only answer being gulping, licking your lips and opening your mouth again while looking at his cock pointing at you. “Fuck” he manages to say. And then he cums hard, fast, all on your face and making it drip to your tits. “I am gonna drench you baby, say you want it. Tell me” “Mingi” keep crying, “I do want it so fucking bad…” Right this instant, after coming down from his climax, does he start showering you in his piss, moaning hard with his low voice a bit pitched this time, looking down at you getting covered. Your body suffering because of the temperature difference between the fluid and your skin, and thus making you tremble until he finally finishes his load.

He falls over you and rolls down until he can rest on your lap. “You are incredible” he says. You smile, proud of yourself and also proud of him. “So are you, baby” and hearing yourself saying “baby” reminds you something you’ve been wondering. “Yo Mingi, how come you so casually started calling me baby out of nowhere?” He looked up at you and gave you that smile of his that you’ve spent hours drawing. “I’ve dreamt of it so many times it came out naturally”.

He takes you to the bathroom to get a very needed shower. And under the warm water you think about your next dreams being as normal as his, quiter and maybe safer since from now on you would be sleeping next to Mingi.

Part 2 whenever

[twilightzoneletters]

[8:23 pm]

"you're the grim reaper?"

you stare at the seemingly normal man in front of you, although dressed in just black, nothing really stood out as im-taking-your-soul-to-the-afterlife though.

though when you look up at him to scan his face your breath catches in your throat and your heart seems to stop. your eyes had been met with his, the color of blood, and they seemed to swallow you whole.

mingi never breaks eye contact with you as you stand helpless, unable to move.

"yeah."

then your world turns black.

[altheasmeadow]

Arachnid

WC: 464

Pairing: Mingi x reader

Hearing a high pitched scream break through the tranquil apartment, she shot up from her resting postion with a start, tossing her blanket off of her legs and rushing towards the door in an attempt to get to Mingi, but the door burst open before she could make it there, the orange haired man running in spraying whatever cleaner he could find behind him aimlessly as he attempted to fight off whatever was chasing him. He bolted past the bleary eyed woman, jumping onto her bed to hide from the beast.

“What is going on?” She croaked, voice hoarse from her rest.

“There’s a spider! It landed on my face!” He freaked, earning an eyeroll from the woman who simply made her way to her closet to grab a piece of paper and an old cardboard box. She headed to Mingi’s room, grumbling about how he was a giant baby whose stupid puppy eyes would kill her one day.

She walked into the room, spotting the spider easily considering it was surprisingly large, she caught the arachnid easily as well, guiding it to the window to free it, and closing it quickly. She sighed tiredly, leaning against the window for a moment to regain composure contemplating if rooming with this man child was worth it. She walked out of his room and back into her own, spotting Mingi curled up in her bed dozing off easily, she rolled her eyes yet again, moving around to grab her spare blanket and going to sleep on the couch, she knew Mingi wouldn’t go back to his own room tonight anyway, he was terrified of bugs. 

She would have been fine sleeping on the couch had it not been freezing for some reason, well she was unaware of the reason, Mingi was hoping she would have laid in the bed with him and curled up to him for warmth so he turned the air down before he fell asleep. And when he heard her shuffle into the room he had to hide his smile, but it faded when he realized she was just grabbing a blanket. So he waited, and waited. When he heard her soft snores echo through the quiet apartment he put his new plan into motion, he snuck into the living room, gently picking up the sleeping girl and bringing her back to her own room,  laying her cold body onto the bed and tucking her in before climbing in as well. He would’ve been worried about crossing a line had they never shared a bed before but they did this a few times when either of them weren’t up for being alone. 

He wrapped his body around hers, her body immediately sinking into his warmth with a content sigh escaping her sleepy body. 

[mi-rae07]

Song Mingi : Burning Desire (Part 1/5)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Moon Aeri)

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Synopsis : Mingi is a ruthless warrior who rose from the bottom to a now powerful king. That was until he decided to wage a war against Aeri's empire, killing her husband and acquiring the throne for himself. Except instead of killing Aeri, mingi decides to take her as his new empress.

Moon Aeri is a cold empress whose talent is to manipulate people into making them do whatever she wanted and required. She's quiet, and ferocious.

She's all ice, and mingi's all fire. Would they fit together? Or would they cause the destruction of an empire?

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Moon Aeri clenched her hand harder against the edge of her throne as it finally cut through her skin, the prayers of ladies kneeled next to aeri's throne ringing around the walls. Aeri did not bother praying, she knew no god could save her empire anymore. The army that would save her empire had already fallen, along with the emperor, her husband. She did not know whether she felt any pity.

The ladies whimpered as the doors to the throne room were banged open, a bunch of soldiers entering with those disgusting smirks on all their faces. Aeri kept her chin high, glaring at all of them as if she had all the power in the world. She knew she was at the mercy of their king, known for his bloodthirst and cruelty. But she wouldn't allow them to see her scared and vulnerable.

If she died, she would die with dignity.

Aeri : you have reached the empress of China, I would now like to speak to your king.

The soldiers chuckled, a man stepping forward as he said

??? : would you settle for me, my lady?

Aeri : Kang Han.

Han was the king's right-hand man, and aeri had come to know of that from eavesdropping her husband's private army meetings. Because she was a woman, and women weren't allowed inside most places in the palace.

Han : that bastard has kept all the delights for himself, it seems. I can't imagine the things we could do with you.

Aeri clenched her jaw, keeping herself from doing things that would probably get her killed immediately. She was going to kill him very, painfully one day. And just then a voice was heard around the room

??? : is that how we speak to an empress, han-ah?

Han chuckled, the soldiers stepping aside as the king walked forward with a smile. Song mingi, this was the man that had caused the fall of the great empire of China within the span of 30 days. His entire face was now covered in blood, blood of her men, and yet he was a pretty thing.

Mingi bowed down in front of aeri, his one hand held behind his back as he said

Mingi : lady empress, allow me to introduce myself. I am Song Mingi, emperor of Korea and China.

Mingi looked pleased at the way he had added emperor of China in his sentence, as if it was worth nothing to him. Well, if he were the emperor of China then that makes him only one thing to her. Aeri gave mingi a small nod of acknowledgement as she said

Aeri : well then, husband, welcome back home.

The soldiers around looked shocked at her words, mingi only letting out an amused chuckle. He finally took his hand from the behind, a sphere coming into aeri's view, with her husband's head on it's spike.

Mingi : well your other husband, unfortunately, is dead.

The ladies around aeri stepped back with a scream, the soldiers laughing at their fear. But if they had expected aeri to do the same, she did not. Instead aeri sat back against her throne as she said, her voice unwavering

Aeri : I can see that.

Once again, aeri had managed to shock the 50 or so soldiers around her. Including mingi, who let out a scoff, still looking amused as aeri said

Aeri : you did not expect me to mourn the death of a man who gave me nothing but injustice, did you?

Mingi : so it is the classic.

Aeri : you have brought me justice, your highness, whether you like it or not.

The soldiers now looked angry at the way a mere powerless woman had turned their glory into something about her. Aeri smiled, looking only at mingi as she said

Aeri : your victory is nothing but a triumph of my freedom, king of korea.

Han : this little-

Han cut himself off as mingi raised his hand in the air, stopping him. He turned to face aeri with a smile as he said

Mingi : then is this how you welcome your husband and his men who have just won you your freedom, my empress? Wherever is the feast, the celebrations?

The soldiers snickered, aeri standing up from her throne as she said

Aeri : of course, I shall bring the feast to you immediately, your highness. Meanwhile please, make yourselves at home, gentlemen.

Aeri believed the way to mingi's brain was to switch between obedience and disobedience almost instantly, until all mingi could think of was about her. She was going to rot his brain from the inside, and he wouldn’t even know.

Aeri turned around and walked away, motioning her ladies to follow her. Mingi smiled, watching after her as he thought over her words. Each word spat from aeri's mouth reeked venom, and damn did mingi like it. She was saying all this while her husband's severed head was staring right back at her, and that, was strong.

Mingi chuckled as he said, throwing the sphere away

Mingi : we have found the real treasure, my soldiers.

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Han : what do you plan to do with her, mingi?

Mingi smiled, leaning back against the dining room chair as he said

Mingi : nothing, I plan to do nothing to her.

Han : mingi-ya, you cannot trust her like this-

Mingi : only a fool would trust her, han-ah.

Mingi looked up as the door to the large dining room, revealing aeri who was now carrying a tray of food in her hands, her chin still held high and proud as she walked towards the head of the table where mingi was seated with 40 other men by his sides.

Mingi : but only a fool would go against her.

Han sighed as aeri put the food down next to mingi, the other maids placing other dishes on the table as well. Once they were finally done the maids left, leaving aeri alone as she said

Aeri : now please, gentlemen, feast your heart and soul away.

The soldiers around looked at the steaming food with conspicuous eyes, all of them probably wondering the same thing.

??? : and how do we know you haven't poisoned this food, you bitch?

Aeri : you really think I would make it that easy, soldier?

??? : you fucking-

Mingi : you will not use that tone with her, soldier. She is my empress.

Aeri looked at mingi with cold eyes as she said

Aeri : I am no one's empress.

Mingi smiled, taking a piece of chicken as he had a bite of it, all while keeping his eyes on aeri. The other soldiers watched, fearing whether the food had poison in it. But as their king hummed, taking another piece of chicken before biting at it, the others did too.

Mingi : are you not going to eat with me, my empress?

Aeri : no.

Mingi : even if I insist?

Aeri : especially so.

Aeri turned around with that, walking away from the table as she stepped out of the dining room with no further words. Once again, she had managed to piss mingi off.

Han : ooh, she bites. It would be fun taming her, wouldn't it?

Mingi : she is not a dog, kang han.

Han : for us she should be, for she is the last remainder of the Chinese dynasty. We are now it's new rulers, mingi, we must not let anyone remain.

Mingi : I have uses for her.

Han : and after that is done?

Mingi : then she dies, of course. The only reason breath still remains in her throat is because I wish for it to. The second that's gone, her soul will no longer remain.

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Mina : but your majesty, are you…are you really going to accept him as your…husband?

Aeri took off her earing as she placed it on her jewellery table before saying

Aeri : I must, it is the only way I can kill him.

Mina : you're going to kill him!

Aeri took off her other earing as she said

Aeri : of course I am. That monster has no right to this throne and it's nation, he can rot in hell for all I care.

Mina : is that possible, to kill him and not put yourself in danger?

Aeri : I will make it possible.

Mina : is this not going to be hard for you? Accepting the dead king's defeat and this new emperor of ours?

Aeri : it will be hard, but then again, mina, my entire life has been hard. If I could live past that, I can live past this too.

Mina was about to say something further when the door to aeri's chambers opened, revealing mingi. And so he had found her room. Mina quickly bowed down as mingi said

Mingi : out, right now.

Mina nodded, giving aeri one last look before rushing out. Mingi shut the door behind him as he said

Mingi : you know what else a queen offers her king after he comes back from battle?

Aeri looked up at him through the mirror in front of her before saying

Aeri : do you wish to bed me?

Mingi tilted his head, walking closer to aeri as he said

Mingi : how so open.

Aeri : unfortunately this isn't a first, your highness. I have done this too many times to give a care about it anymore.

Mingi brought his hand forward towards the clasp of aeri's necklace, unlocking it her as they stared at each other through the vanity mirror. Aeri could feel the roughness of his hands through her neck's skin, the callous from all the years of battle. Her previous husband had had none of that, he was a fat, stupid pig.

Mingi : is that why you were glad to see your husband dead? Was he that bad in bed?

Mingi threw aeri's necklace away from them as she said

Aeri : did you come all the way here and defeat all these people to know whether the emperor of china was bad in bed?

Mingi grunted, taking hold of aeri's collar before pressing her body against the table. Aeri looked at mingi through the mirror, his eyes glaring back at her as he said

Mingi : if it were anyone else your throat would've been cut the second you uttered those words to me back in the throne room, empress.

Aeri : I hold value, then?

Mingi : some value it is.

Mingi held aeri's throat as he used it to turn her around, pushing her back against the table as she sat on it. Mingi leaned down, kissing her throat as he whispered

Mingi : this may not be the first for your body but it will definitely be the first for your heart.

Mingi brought his other hand to aeri's hair before tugging at the one pin that held her hair together, causing it to break as her long brown hair spilled against her back.

Aeri : first for my heart? You give yourself too much credit, your highness.

Mingi hummed as he brought his hand towards the bottom of aeri's dress, tearing it as her upper thighs and waist came to mingi's view. Mingi paused his kissing, staring down at her waist with a frown. A long scar ran along aeri's waist to her inner right thigh, as if someone had ran a knife along those areas. Aeri smiled as she said

Aeri : this is how the emperor of China was in bed, your highness. Did you now get your answer?

Mingi pulled away, stepping back as he looked at aeri with an unreadable expression

Mingi : and you enjoyed this?

Aeri : killing people gives you enjoyment, does it not?

Mingi : I did not know you were sick in the brain as well, empress.

Aeri chuckled, leaning back against the jewellery table as she said

Aeri : a sick emperor calls for an even sicker empress, does it not?

Mingi gave aeri one last smile before turning around, walking out of her chambers as he shut the door behind him. There was no point in trying to break an already broken body, he thought.

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Aeri fixed her hair one last time before walking towards her door, meaning to step out for breakfast. But just as she was about to, the door opened, revealing mingi who eyed her before saying

Mingi : I see you are ready to start our first day as emperor and empress. And look at us, we've even matched clothes?

Aeri looked down as she realized both her and mingi were wearing dark red clothes, causing her to mentally roll her eyes.

Aeri : I am ready to eat breakfast, if that is what you are asking for.

Aeri walked past mingi as he followed her before saying

Mingi : so, what do you do around here?

Aeri : I manage the kitchen.

Mingi : ugh, so boring. How would you like managing the nation as a whole, hmm?

Aeri : I am a woman, I do not manage nations.

Mingi : back where I come from women rule their husbands themselves, women here do all but…cooking? How shameful.

Aeri let out a breath as she sat down on the chair in the dining table, the maids bringing her breakfast quickly as mingi sat down next to her.

Mingi : bring me the breakfast as well.

The maids nodded, rushing back to the kitchen as mingi looked at aeri's plate with a frown

Mingi : why is it all grass? Do you not get meat in China?

Aeri : I eat no meat.

Mingi snorted, leaning back against the chair as he said

Mingi : but if I order you to, would you have it? As I am your husband?

Aeri : as you are not legally my husband, I am not entitled to any orders from you.

Mingi : then I think we should make it legal.

Aeri said nothing, continuing to eat her salad quietly. Mingi smiled as he said

Mingi : how about tomorrow? What say we do the wedding tomorrow morning, empress?

Aeri said nothing. She was not ready to get married again, but did she have a choice here anyway?

Mingi : tomorrow is October 13th, and that too a Friday. It is perfect for us, don't you think?

Aeri : whatever it is that you wish, your highness.

Mingi raised his eyebrows at aeri's change of character today. Yesterday she was pissing him off every single second, unfazed and unbothered by him. But today she seemed to be the most obedient wife, almost as if she was doing this on purpose.

Mingi : what are you on, little bird?

Aeri continued eating, not saying anything to that.

Mingi : you were so disobedient yesterday, being such a pain in the ass. And now you're doing as I say, is today the day you plan to kill me, empress?

Once again, aeri said nothing, her face cold as she continued eating her salad. Mingi let out a grunt at the ignorance, pushing the food away from aeri as the plate crashed onto the ground, the glass breaking into pieces. Aeri closed her eyes, letting out a constricted sigh as mingi screamed

Mingi : are you bloody deaf!

Aeri : no, your highness, I am not deaf. I just wish to eat in peace, can you not allow that?

Mingi : I asked you a question, empress. A question you chose to ignore.

Aeri : it is rude to interrupt a lady whilst she is eating, are you not aware?

Mingi : you think I care about this land's rules?

Aeri looked at mingi as she said

Aeri : you're this land's emperor anyway, might as well start caring about it's rules if you wish to thrive.

Aeri stood up, her feet coming in contact with the small glass shards on the floor as one of them pierced through her shoe. Aeri made no noise, walking towards the door with no other words. And just then she felt someone hold her hand, turning her around as aeri was banged against the wall next to her. And the next thing she felt was mingi's lips on hers, his hands digging into her wrist as he tilted his head.

For a moment aeri paused, her eyes open as she stared at mingi. And then as she felt his tongue swiping over her lower lip aeri closed her eyes, letting mingi do whatever it is that he wanted.

She was playing a game, and in order to win the game aeri had to sacrifice things, including her own likes and dignity. Song mingi was a man after all, and all men functioned in the same boring way they did.

Mingi pulled back a few seconds later, breathing heavily against aeri's lips as he whispered

Mingi : what do you think you're doing?

Aeri : going back to my chambers, your highness, is there a problem with that?

Mingi pressed aeri harder against the wall as he said

Mingi : you think I'm stupid?

Aeri : you are the great ruler who has ended my husband's dynasty, put his head on a spike. I think you are capable enough to answer that question yourself, my king.

Aeri pushed mingi's hands off of her as she stalked past him, the long fabric of her robe dragging behind her as she disappeared from his sight. Mingi cursed under his breath, running his hands through his hair in pure annoyance.

He had met this lady a day ago and she was already pissing him the fuck off in ways no one had ever even thought of before. This was going to be hard.

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[ohmyamor]

Zoro!Mingi

inspired by the live action one piece netflix recently did...

I've never watched the anime and I know absolutely nothing about the lore, I'm literally just going based off my obsession with mackenyu and mingi so please bear with me

thinking about Mingi as Zoro...

hear me out

pink haired, buzzcut Ming??

just green instead

iconic if I do say so

anyway

you live a simple life on a little, fairly unknown island in the East Blue

of course, you're well aware of pirates, it's impossible to live here and NOT have any exposure to them

or their drama

but nonetheless, you stay out of it

you wake up in the morning in your humble little home and go to and from work at the bar

which isn't even really a bar

more like a hang out spot for people who happen to pass by

at most, the bar has like, 10 customers, but even then, they never get too rowdy

it's a simple life, but you're grateful for the peace and quiet

and the stability

so when you wake up one fine morning, you really don't expect anything to be different today

after all, you've lived here for years, and as mundane as it sounds, every day has been the same, day in and day out

you do your morning routine, splashing some water on your face and making yourself a simple breakfast, some lightly toasted bread with butter

and a small glass of milk

you were craving some coffee, but your stash was running a little low and you were not in the mood to go to the market anytime soon to stock up

so, after getting ready and eating your breakfast, you grab your small satchel and leave the house, heading to work

you wave hello to your boss and your other coworker as you walk in, being greeted back enthusiastically by the latter

after putting on your frayed apron and tying your hair up, you walk back out and began helping your coworker wipe down some of the tables

it was a quiet day, only two lone patrons in the entire building

eventually, your boss had disappeared to some unknown area

(probably to flirt with the owner from the store next door, but that's none of your business)

you had sent your coworker on her break, despite her insistence on staying to help you out

"Unless a band of pirates or the marines show up requesting an absurd amount of liquor, I think I'll be just fine managing the two people here" you said

taking a glance at the older man who was passed out on the table with multiple bottles of beer surrounding him, you continued

"and I don't think he'll be much of a problem anyways"

sighing, your coworker relented and thanked you, taking off her apron and disappearing into the back

the sound of the wooden beads that acted as a curtain clinking together brought you out of your thoughts

"welcome in!" you called out, bending down to grab the rag you had dropped before standing back up

the first thing you noticed about the man was just how big he was

he was tall and incredibly well-proportioned

his shoulders were wide and you could easily see the muscles in his arms thanks to the almost-too-small shirt he wore

wrapped around his tiny waist was a black cloth, and hanging from there were sheaths that carried not one, but three swords

quirking a brow, you allowed your gaze to creep up the man's body and towards his face

his hair was cut short, but it was also incredibly green

he had three earrings hanging from his left ear that swayed with every shift of the man's head

the man's face was beautiful, in a somewhat terrifying way

he had plump lips and a strong, straight nose

he had high cheekbones that could probably cut through glass and his eyes were perhaps the most beautiful, yet most intimidating things you had ever seen in your life

you watched as his eyes carefully scanned the room before spotting your figure

slowly, the man made his way to the corner of the bar and pulled out the seat before sitting down

he let out a loud sigh through his nose and looked over at you

"Three beers please"

his voice was so deep, deeper than the ocean surrounding your little island

"Coming right up" you turned around, grateful for an excuse to do something so you wouldn't get caught ogling

quickly grabbing three bottles from the cooler, you popped them open before placing them in front of the man

you sent him a small smile "Let me know if I can get you anything else"

he nodded in thanks before grabbing the first bottle and tossing it back

turning back around, you busied yourself with wiping down the back of the counter, sending occasional glances towards the green-haired man

a few minutes passed of you sneaking glances towards the man before you were startled by the loud sounds of yelling

looking up, you noticed a group of men, pirates, who had entered the bar

they were loud and rowdy, everything a pirate typically was, and you internally sighed

here we go

the pirates walked up to the counter and obnoxiously sat themselves down, ignoring the loud scraping of the chairs from how aggressively they had pulled them out

one of the men eyed you standing there and beckoned you over with a wave of his hand

grimacing, you placed a fake smile on your face and walked over

"what can I help y'all with?"

you could feel the eyes of the pirates moving up and down your body and resisted the urge to shiver

"get us the hardest liquor you have, in bulk, sweet thing"

you internally rolled your eyes, sending the man a curt nod

"coming right up"

-

an hour had passed since the green-haired man and the group of pirates had walked in

your coworker had since come back from her break, and, feeling bad for the poor girl's terrified looks toward the pirates, offered to take care of them while she attended to any of the other patrons

that unfortunately included the man with the swords who had first caught your eye, but you shrugged it off

he seemed to keep to himself, so you figured you could still admire him from afar

meanwhile, the group of pirates you had offered to take care of were slowly testing your patience

ignoring the copious amounts of alcohol they were consuming (you're pretty sure they were about to drink your work dry), they had become increasingly disruptive

the majority of the group were all incredibly drunk, shouting and yelling at anyone who supposedly looked at them wrong and breaking glasses and chairs, practically anything they touched

they had even begun to shout at you whenever they wanted more alcohol

while, to a certain extent, you were used to this, it doesn't mean it didn't get on your nerves

"GIRL!" a loud shout sounded out throughout the room

you sighed, turning around

"get us more alcohol now!" one of the men slurred

he could barely sit up straight and was leaning most of his body weight onto the passed out man next to him

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid I can't give you anymore," you sent him a strained smile

the man's face dropped and a scowl appeared on his face

"what do you mean? You bitch, you're probably keeping it from us!"

his face turned red in anger and he slammed his hand onto the counter

you barely flinched, staring the man down

"Sorry sir, but you and your crew are being too disruptive so I'm not allowed to give you any more drinks today"

turning around, you were about to begin washing some of the other cups when the feeling of something flying past your ear stopped you

something shattered on the wall right next to your head

the gasp of your coworker seemed to echo throughout the otherwise quiet bar

freezing, you glanced down at the floor only to see the remains of a glass cup

"If you don't want that cup to be aimed at your head, you'll bring us more drinks," the man shouted

you turned around angrily

"get out of my bar," you looked at the man in his eyes

he let out a sarcastic laugh

"I'm not listening to some stupid little girl," he snarled

"I'm not going to tell you again, get out of my bar or I have no problem making sure you and your crew will never be allowed to dock at this island ever again"

Can I actually do that? No. But he doesn't need to know that, you thought, secretly praying he wouldn't realize you were bluffing

the man snarled and within a split second, he was lunging across the counter with his arms outreached, attempting to grab you by the throat

you flinched, throwing your arms up in an attempt to protect yourself as much as physically possible from the angry pirate

but hands never came

opening your eyes, you blinked down at the floor before carefully looking up past your forearms

you saw the pirate who had lunged at you frozen with one leg on top of the counter and two hands outstretched

his eyes were wide and they looked downwards

following his eyesight, you couldn't help but gape at the long blade that was being held mere centimeters away from the man's throat

you followed the blade up its hilt and up the arm that was holding it only to find at the end, the green-haired man

he wasn't even looking at the pirate, sitting almost casually at the counter with his other arm preoccupied holding his beer

throwing the last remaining liquid down his throat, the man wiped his mouth before throwing a sideways glance at the pirate whom he still held his blade against his throat

"I think the lady asked you to get out of her bar."

the man's voice was even deeper, if possible

almost as if his voice broke whatever trance the entire bar seemed to be in, all hell broke loose the second those words left the green-haired man's mouth

the other pirates all but growled, immediately yanking out their own swords and charging towards the man

who still sat completely unfazed

"hey!-"

before you could even say anything, the green-haired man was up and had one of his swords drawn

almost as if he was fighting against children, the man was able to completely knock out every single pirate who had charged at him within seconds

you stood behind the counter, staring at him in awe

he didn't even look like he was sweating

the man stood with his sword drawn and pointed at the pirate who had initially lunged at you, head faced downwards

slowly, he looked up and cocked a brow at the pirate

"your move"

the pirate scowled and, grabbing his hat from where it lay on the bar, walked out of the room yelling profanities

and leaving his passed out crew behind

gaping, you watched as the man gracefully sheathed his sword and slowly sat back down in his original seat

you stared at him for a few seconds before grabbing something from beside you and walking over to where the man sat

you placed another beer on the counter and slowly slid it toward him

he glanced at the beer and then up at you

"A thank you," you started, "for stopping that man from trying to kill me."

the man nodded and wordlessly grabbed the bottle, taking a long sip

" I hate pirates like that," he spoke lowly

you nodded

"part of the job unfortunately," you shrugged

the man hummed

it was silent for a few seconds

"what's your name?" you asked curiously

the man glanced up at you through his eyelashes

bringing the beer to his mouth, he spoke over the rim of the bottle

"Mingi."

you nodded

"Mingi.." you tested the name on your tongue

"Well, Mingi, thank you again for helping me. If you ever need anything, I owe you one," you swore, holding out your pinky

the man, Mingi, looked down at your finger before looking back at you with a questioning look

"pinky promises can't be broken," you explained

it was silent for a moment as Mingi stared at your hand

you were about to pull your hand back, feeling embarrassed that you were using a childish action to make a promise

even if you wholeheartedly believed in it

but then

another pinky linked with yours

looking up, you saw Mingi already staring at you, a small smirk resting on his face

"I'll hold you to that, doll."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

the writing gods have blessed me with inspiration and motivation to write

[biaswreckingfics]

How about Mingi #36 - you’re blushing? 😃

Mingi + Fluff

(You're blushing.)

Trying to change your clothes fast always ends in disaster, and yet here you are in the dressing room nearly tripping into a wall to get the stupid pants you tried on off. Nothing looks right on you, and your increasing frustration is just adding to the struggle. When you attempt to pull the slightly too-tight shirt over your head, your elbow bangs into the wall and you curse.

"Are you okay?" Mingi's laughing voice reaches your ears and you whine.

"No! Everything looks stupid and this fitting room is the size of a sardine can!"

He laughs again and you throw the shirt you're holding over the door, hoping he's close enough that it hits him.

"Alright. Alright." The laughing is muffled but you can still hear the smile in his voice. "I'm sure it's not that bad. Just come out and show me."

"No…"

He sighs. "Isn't that the entire reason you brought me? To get my opinion?"

"Yes…"

"Then, show me stuff! I'm getting bored out here and people keep staring at me."

You laugh and look back at your options. Mingi has a pretty good fashion sense - it's the reason you asked him to come - so you grab one of the outfits he put together and try it on.

The fabric glides on smoothly, and once you've got the pieces on, you turn to face the mirror. It doesn't look too bad. You don't immediately hate it, so you unlock the door and step out of the room.

Mingi looks up from his phone and his eyes scan the outfit. Once he starts nodding his head, you know this outfit is a winner.

"It looks good. The color compliments your skin tone nicely." You smile, feeling relieved you've at least found something. "Try on that other outfit I put together. I have a good feeling about it."

Shrugging your shoulders, you slink back into the fitting room and begin stripping the clothes off. You reach for the other outfit Mingi put together and touch the fabric. Mingi's right. You've got a good feeling about this one too.

The moment you put the clothes on, you know this is the best outfit. Separately, the pieces don't appeal to you, but together? Mingi really does have an eye for this stuff. Stepping out of the dressing room this time feels different. You feel confident in the look, and you know it conveys.

Mingi looks up and you see his eyes widen fractionally. When his throat bobs, you feel a sliver of pride. He stands up and walks over to you, eyes roving over the outfit, and a smile soon cracks his face.

"This is the one," his voice only slightly above a whisper. "It looks really good on you… like really good."

You feel your skin flush as Mingi's eyes continue to trek all over your body. When you bring your hand up to fan yourself, Mingi's eyes follow the movement and he smirks.

"You're blushing."

"No, I'm not. It's just hot in here." He hums, but the smug look on his face remains. You immediately feel the need to defend yourself. "It's. Hot. In here. Mingi."

"Sure," he nods. "Or you're blushing because of what I said."

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (00i) smg route: final puzzle piece

WORD COUNT. 778

WARNINGS. it’s gets a tiny bit spicy but nothing 2 bad

don’t forget to ask questions for the event!! i need three more !!!

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU SEE HIM. AND YOU KNOW HE SEES YOU TOO BY THE WAY HIS EYES WIDEN WHEN HE MEET YOURS.

All the contestants had packed the stage for the award ceremony. Ateez stood pretty far away from the crowds eyes, unintentionally shielding you from their vision.

None of them had spotted you until they were announced as the winners of the silver prize. Yeosang somehow saw your figure in the hoards of people, waving with excitement.

The seemingly innocent action also brought you into his view.

“I’m in love with you.”

That was first thing Mingi said when Yunho lead you into the dressing room.

After the performance, Yunho had come up to you as you were in line for a gift. He only said that Mingi needed you right now.

Of course your internal alarm bells went off, imagining all the worst possible scenarios that Mingi could have found himself in while you followed Yunho backstage. You aren't even sure if you were allowed to be here, but the rules were the least of your concerns when the man you love could be in a horrible predicament.

As you reach one of the last rooms in the small hallway, you see a tall figure standing there. You immediately call out to him.

“Mingi! Are you okay?”

That’s when he said it.

You were honestly stunned. He, too, was shocked at his own words. And so was poor Yunho, who didn’t have enough time to exit the room before Mingi dropped the bomb.

He probably didn’t mean to say that either, judging from his wide eyed reaction.

You hear the door behind you close as Mingi fumbles with a piece of paper, trying to recall the words of encouragements that San and Seonghwa gave him earlier.

When he looks at you, you still seem shocked; conflicted and unsure of what to do next. He doesn’t blame you in the slightest.

“Uh, I didn’t mean that.” He pipes up, his deep voice raising an octave.

While he’s busy trying to figure out what to say next, you take his words in. Maybe heartbreak or anger would be the logical reaction to this but all you really feel is very confused.

“..You didn't mean it.”

He makes his way over to you quickly, desperate to clear any misunderstandings up.

“Wait, actually I did mean it— I meant that I didn’t mean to say it like that.” He sighs, not realizing the weight of his words.

You nod. “Me too.”

The question marks going around in his head are clear as day but he still asks.

“You what too?”

You are fast to wrap your arms around his neck, sporting a genuine smile as you lean closer to his ear.

“I’m in love with you too.” You whisper.

Mingi feels his heart rate pick up as he scans your eyes for any sign of dishonesty. He’s worried that his heart is going beat out of his chest when he doesn’t find any. He avoids your eyes and tries to keep himself from smiling, which he fails miserably in.

His hands find a comfortable hold on your hips, like they belong there. You lean forward and kiss him, and your stomach fills with even more butterflies because it feels even better than you expected.

He pulls away, his happy dazed look becoming more serious. “Does that mean that you’re mine now? And I’m yours?”

With a firm nod, you agree.

“Yes, I’m yours, lovely,” You pause your sentence as you brush some colorful locks of hair out of his face. “and you are mine!”

The grip on your hips tighten as he pulls you closer than you thought was possible, Mingi leans down to capture your lips once more. He doesn’t close his eyes until he feels the plump skin on his, reveling in the ultimate bliss that you bring him.

In the commotion, he stumbles back falling into the makeup chair, forcing you two to break the kiss.

Neither one of the two of you say anything as he wraps his arms around your middle and rests his head against your belly, closing his eyes in pure comfort.

You stroke the hair on the back of his head in a steady rhythm, which seems to calm him down even more.

At least, that’s what you thought. To your surprise, he starts laughing softly, moving to pull you into his lap.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head and looks up at you with a smile.

“Nothing, I’m just really happy.”

If only he knew how happy he made you. He is your final puzzle piece, the milky way that you’ve been missing.

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NOTES. fun fact! yunho demanded that he needed therapy after this but settled for a big mac ! also please comment your favorite mingi moment of this fic!

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Ghost Mingi AU. Very short writing. CORNY ITS CORNY.

A week ago from today you moved into your new apartment that you got for cheap. You eventually found out why, there was a ghost living there.. you were too broke to move out so you just accepted him into your life but of course he was a little shy seeing as how he was murdered (he became scared of people) but after sometime he warmed up to you.

Ghost Mingi was basically your roommate except you couldn't touch him and trust me you sure tried to. He also didn't need to eat.. or shower.. or do anything really be at least you didn't have to feel alone. One downside about living with him was that he didn't know how to make himself known.

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You were washing dishes but the room suddenly felt a lot more colder then it normally was so you wanted to go turn off the AC but when you turned around a ghost Mingi was standing right behind you silently. You yelped and dropped a glass on the floor "Hi Mingi" you said while signing and crouching down to pick up the glass "Sorry..." he said quietly clearly feeling bad for scaring you once again.

"Maybe I should find somewhere else to go.." You felt bad for Mingi and you really didn't want him to leave the only place where he felt comfortable "No you're fine here- ow ow ow" You cut your palm on the glass and it hurt like crazy.

"I'm sorry.." Mingi said again leaning down to your level. Mingi looked incredibly sad, more sad then normal "Mingi.." you said quietly. You wanted to say something to him to make him feel better but the words didn't wanna come out. You moved your (not cut) hand towards his but you already expected your hand to fade threw his but this time it didn't.

You felt him. For the first time you felt mingi's hand, you couldn't help but blink in confusion while squeezing his hand to make sure you weren't imagining it "This isn't normal" You said blankly while glancing at Mingi then back at his hand "Neither is living with a ghost.." Mingi said softly with a little smile which was a first for you because he was never smiling.

Your body moved on its own and your hand moved from his hand to his face and it was just as cold as you expected it to be "Mingi promise not to leave ok?" You said moving your fingers to feel his skin better. Mingi nodded in response because he was too busy feeling your hand on his face and you could tell he was more happy then hes ever been since he died.

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HELP THATS ALL I HAVE I COULDN'T THINK RGRBGBSSBF Fr pulled this out my butt yall....

(Song i listened to while writing this :3)