#was listening to literature lecture while doodling her so she hate literature

[thinkingnot]

making an oc and she’s so cute

her name’s Droop and she’s a fully grown- teenager <- giving her a rebellious phase as we speak

[bba-sae]

The Great Backpack Switchup

@ushibakawaka: aww you’re too cute, this request wasn’t bad at all! I actually really loved it! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it(:

Pairing: Mingyu/Reader

Genre: don’t be fooled by the summary, this is pure fluff

Word Count: 3K

Summary: In which a tampon, a notebook and a dildo lead Mingyu to his future girlfriend, or a sex addict, either is valid. 

Author’s Note: I may have made this a lot weirder than I should but oh whales, I think it’s funny. Do you guys care for profanities by the way? I have a sailor’s mouth constantly, so I never really censor myself but if you guys want me to start putting in a warning please let me know! I don’t want to offend anyone!  And just a side note: I’m not going to be able to write every request I get, just because I don’t get inspiration to write from the scenarios that are requested. Don’t be offended! I just suck at being creative sometimes. I do keep the idea in my drafts just in case an idea suddenly pops into my head! 

“Dude, is that a tampon?” Dokyeom asked from his desk beside his friend, a sly smile creeping on his face, ready to torment the boy. Mingyu’s eyes trace his arm, down his bicep, forearm and to his hand which was holding a white wrapped contraption like a pencil over his paper. A gasp escapes his lips, dropping the tampon immediately, hands and body staying away from the masculinity killing item as he could. 

“What the fuck.” Mingyu mumbles, hands rubbing against each other as if the object had burned through his skin. Dokyeom and Minghao are already falling from their chairs, laughing hysterically at the situation at hand. Mingyu, however, is flooded with confusion, trying to pinpoint exactly where he had grabbed that, thing. “I meant to grab a pencil.”

“Looks like you’re having more issues than just a lack of pencils buddy.” Minghao pats Mingyu’s back, still giggling, “Do you need Advil or something? My girlfriend tells me coconut water is good for cramps.”

Mingyu sends a death glare to his friend, the look searing through the red head’s skull, anger bubbling through his body. Mingyu takes the pencil from Minghao’s desk and pokes the tampon back into backpack-which past experience have informed him that it’s clearly not his in the first place.

“Why are you acting like that thing will kill you? You won’t die from touching it.” Dokyeom questions, pushing the tampon the rest of the way into the bag.

“Isn’t it, unsanitary?” Mingyu looks at Dokyeom’s hand, almost disgusted. Clearly, Mingyu didn’t understand girls as much as he had claimed to. He begins searching through the bag, pulling out a pretty yellow pencil case that definitely didn’t belong to him.

“It hasn’t even been used, you’re being ridiculous. You’re acting twelve.” Mingyu stops listening to his friend, earning an eye roll from Dokyeom. The boy is too occupied by pulling out the contents of the bag to listen to a lecture. It didn’t take long, with Mingyu’s arm stuffed into the back pack, blindly reaching around the bottom, until he felt something rather peculiar. His hand wrapped around it, his thumb sliding over what felt like a silicone button.

Vibrating. 

His hand was vibrating. 

Why was it vibrating.

The sound seemed to echo against the canvas, and all three boys eyes dart to the bag. Their faces scrunch up in confusion, heads tilt trying to figure out what exactly that was. 

“Is that their phone?” Minghao asks, Mingyu shakes his head almost too violently.

“It doesn’t feel like a phone,” the boy replies getting an idea of the item he was holding, already wanting to burn his hand off even more.

“Take it out of the bag.” Dokyeom prods, catching on to Mingyu’s clear nervousness. A sly smirk rests on his face, a laugh already forming in his stomach.

“I don’t want to.” Mingyu replies meekly, not really sure why he had his hand still wrapped around it. Maybe he didn’t want to believe he was actually holding what he was holding. Maybe he was too shocked that he didn’t know what he was doing.

“Mingyu,” Dokyeom says through the fit of laughter he’s already breaking into, “Show me whats in your hand.” Mingyu complies, ready for the ridicule from his friends, bracing for the years of jokes that will follow. He slowly lifts his hand from the bag, still vibrating-why he hadn’t turned it off was beyond him- a magenta dildo staring all of them in the eyes, all at once. Minghao and Dokyeom lose it, falling from their chairs again, grasping their stomachs, tears threatening to fall.

“Now that’s, that’s unsanitary.” Minghao practically yells, hand grasping the desk still struggling to breath properly. The entire room turns their heads, the brightly colored toy catching their eyes first. Confusion hits most of them, laughter follows and suddenly everyone is asking questions. Mingyu drops the item onto the floor, still too freaked out to turn it off. Thankfully, the teacher had left the room earlier, needing to copy papers for the next class.

“Turn it off Mingyu, you’re wasting the battery. If it runs out you won’t be able to use it later!” A student exclaims from the ahead of them. Laughter taking over him as well. Mingyu picks up the dildo, fumbling to find the button and throwing it to the floor as soon as he figured it out. 

“It’s not mine!” Mingyu all but screams, pointing to the magenta device as if it had been ridiculing him too. But it basically was, tormenting his very being, threatening his very existence. Mingyu wanted to hide for the rest of his life. 

“mmhmm. Okay Mingyu, just get back to your seat please.” The teacher speaks as he walks into the classroom. He’s shuffling through papers, not caring enough to look at the scene as he reaches his desk. “And for the love of God, please don’t use it while I’m lecturing.” A smile tugs on the teachers lips while a defeated gasp escapes Mingyu’s throat. He throws his hands in the air, gathering the silicone monster and dropping it into the bag. He slumps in his chair as soon as he sits back down. 

He was going to get to the bottom of this, and he was going to clear his name. 

The bag is dropped in front of the boys who occupy the lunch table. Mingyu sits across from Wonwoo, unzipping the bag and pulling out the numerous books and notebooks. Wonwoo reads the textbooks as Mingyu pulls them out.

“Calc 3, AP Biology, Shakespearean Literature, this girl is way too smart to have a class with you, so that’s definitely not an option.” MIngyu sends a pointed stare to his friend.

“Says you, you’re too old for this grade anyways, what did you do, get held back?”

“I started school late!” Wonwoo whines, palms flat against the lunch table, the rest of the groups laughs at their friend, “Besides, I’m not the one who brings a dildo to class so,” Wonwoo shrugs it off, a smirk already plastered on his face as he crosses his arms. 

MIngyu grabs the bag defensively, groaning in frustration, “We’ve already decided it’s not my bag. You said it yourself, I’m too stupid to have these textbooks!” 

“I feel like you’re not helping yourself very much.” Vernon comments beside Mingyu, head resting in his hand, a smile playing on his lips. 

“Look, none of that matters right now. I just need to figure out what freak this bag belongs to, so I can prove to everyone I didn’t bring a fucking dildo to class.” Mingyu explains, pulling out a folder with hopes to read a name off of one of the papers. He shuffles through the sheets, scanning through the corners in an attempt for an easier answer. 

Nothing. No named papers were scattered across the table. Who doesn’t write their names on papers?

Mingyu exerts a sigh, the frustration building up by the second, “This is going to be impossible.” He shakes his head and buries it into his hands.

“Maybe it was switched up during the assembly this morning.” Chan suggests from down the table. “We threw the bags in that pile to save space in the bleachers remember? You probably picked up the wrong one.” He shrugs, as Mingyu snaps his finger in approval.

“Wow, now we know how they got switched, if only that information would actually figure out who brings a dildo to school.” Vernon replies instead, making Mingyu retract his hand to think once again. 

“Dammit. He’s right.” Mingyu comments, putting his hand to his chin to think. A minute or two passes, the boys surrounding the table trying to think of a decent plan and Mingyu decides to search through the backpack once again.

“Are you sure you want to do that? You might find some more weird shit, I’m just saying from your past revelations.” Wonwoo asks, watching Mingyu as he pulls out another notebook. It looked worn out, most of the pages were filled, doodles and scribbles covering most of them.

“Is that a diary?” Dokyeom asks, sitting up straight to catch a glance at it as Mingyu lays it on the table. “You’re not telling me you’re going to read it are you?” Mingyu looks up at his friend, nodding at the question.

“That’s like, a complete invasion of privacy!” Seungkwan interjects, grabbing the journal from the table and coddling it like a baby. Mingyu frowns, prying it from his friends arms, setting it on the table to read it. Seungkwan argues once again, only to be pushed by Mingyu in order to silence him.

“I just need to see if there’s anything that will tell me who she is.” He flips through the pages, doodles of teachers and students catching his line of sight, earning a laugh on his end as he sees a familiar name. “Jihoon, you’re in here.” 

The older boy turns his head, not really paying attention to the conversation until that moment, he walks over to stand behind Mingyu as he reads the notebook. “That doesn’t even look like me.” Jihoon complains, the cartoonish character looking back at him. The words ‘Jihoon hates me):’, sloppily written under it. 

“That’s probably why you hate her huh.” Mingyu looks up at his friend, who’s head is hovering over his shoulder.

“I don’t even know who she is!” He exclaims, shuffling back to his seat and grumpily taking a sip from his water. 

“Well at least we know she has a class with Jihoon, so we can narrow down our options.” Minghao explains as he shuffles through the textbooks once again, “You take AP Music Theory don’t you Jihoon?” The boy nods, trying to remember the faces from his fifth period class. 

“I have that class after lunch, I’ll just ask around I guess.” Jihoon suggests, Mingyu shaking his head in disagreement.

“No, I want to ask. I want an explanation,  I’ll come to class with you.” Jihoon raises an eyebrow at Mingyu.

“Don’t you have a class to go to?”

“Eh. Who needs Pre-calculus anyways.” Mingyu shrugs leaning back into his chair. Jihoon scoffs and shakes his head in disapproval.

“I don’t know who this girl is, but she sure as hell too smart for you. Everyone is.”

“There’s no one in this class.” Mingyu complains as he takes a seat in a desk next to JIhoon. He scans the faces of the various students entering, none of them he could recognize.

“What are you talking about, theres like twelve people in here already.” Jihoon states, pulling out his notebook to take notes.

“No one I know.”

“That’s because the people in this class are AP students. Ever heard of that Mingyu? Advanced. Placement. I know those words might be too far out of your vocabulary, mister school is nothing” Mingyu side eyes his friend, eventually focusing back on the door.

“You’re so pretentious.”

“Wow, three syllable. I’m impressed. Do you know what that means?” Mingyu coughs, avoiding the question and earning a laugh from Jihoon in return. Fewer people walk into class as passing period comes to an end. Some redhead he’s never seen, some lanky guys he’s never seen, some irresistibly pretty girl he’s nev- holy shit who is that- Mingyu thinks as he stops in his tracks. You huff as you shuffle in, eyes scanning the classroom before landing on Mingyu.

You’ve never seen him before, but he smiles greasily at you anyways. You stifle a laugh moving your eyes to the right to see Jihoon. He turns to you, gesturing to the seat next to him, where you always sat. You turn your body, preparing to walk through the aisles when a certain something about you catches Mingyu’s eyes. 

A backpack. His backpack. 

Mingyu is torn between throwing your backpack at you and wanting to ask for your number. He turns to Jihoon quickly, whispering to his friend as he kept his eyes trained on you.

“That’s her. This is her backpack.” Jihoon looks at Mingyu, then looks at you, not believing Mingyu.

“Y/n? No way. She wouldn’t bring a dildo to school.” As Jihoon replies, you take the seat beside him, smiling at both of the boys before adjusting your chair. “What’s up y/n. This is my friend Mingyu, he’s an idiot and also brings dildos to class.” Jihoon glances at Mingyu, smirking at the younger boy’s panic. You laugh, assuming it was a joke between friends. You look at Mingyu, who’s face is far redder than is should be and he shyly smiles back at you. “How’s it going?”

You sigh in reply, clearly exhausted from your day. “I’m doing fine, pretty tired though, it’s been hectic all day for me. By the way, can I borrow a paper and pencil? My backpack got switched today, and I just don’t feel right searching through this person’s stuff you know.” You look at Jihoon innocently, a horrified look is plastered on your friends face.

“Oh my god you did.” Was all Jihoon says, earning a confused look from you. He coughs, pointing to Mingyu beside him, “about that. I think MIngyu’s got something for you.” Your attention turns to Mingyu, who drops your backpack onto his desk and waves cheekily at you.

“My backpack! Wow, it really does look like yours, did you get it from amazon? That’s where I got mine” you laugh as you reach across the tables to retrieve your things. Mingyu pulls back the bag, shaking his head. 

“Ah ah ah.” He exclaims, your eyes squinting at the boy you’ve never met before. “I have some questions about the contents of the bag actually. You can retrieve your bag outside of the classroom. “ Mingyu stands up, and turns to the door, walking out of the classroom. You watch him for a second before standing up, not really understanding what was happening. You tell your teacher you’re going to the bathroom, only to be waved off because, honestly she couldn’t care less.

“What are you talking about? Just give me my backpack.” You reach for your bag once again, only to be intercepted as Mingyu turns his body. “Did you look in my bag? You have the audacity to look in my things when I didn’t peek at yours! Who the hell are you?”

“You seem rather upset about me looking at your things, do you have something to hide, y/n?” Mingyu sets the bag down beside him, bending over slightly to look you in the eyes. You had pretty eyes- he thought. He’d like to look at the more often. 

“My tampons?” You peep, not understanding the question.

“Oh no, no, no, I’m talking about something else. Something that has caused me a lot of trouble.” Mingyu straightens up and leans against the wall, scanning your body. Losing track of his thought as he did so, “You seem pretty smart, do you tutor by chance? I could use a tutor, see Jihoon wasn’t lying when he said I’m an idiot and I figure someone as pretty as you could help me focus a little more,” Mingyu asks, clearly getting off topic. You roll your eyes shifting your weight to the other leg as you cross your arms. 

“What did you find in my backpack, Mingyu?” 

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot.” He nods, before going on, “care to explain why you have a dildo in your bag?” You choke on your breath, eyes widening in surprise.

“A what?”

“A dildo.” He says louder. You hush him immediately, before reaching over to cover his mouth. The attempt proved itself to be failure, as the boy was much too tall for you to put in the energy. 

“I don’t know what your talking about.” You shake your head, wondering why he would blatantly lie about the matter. 

“Don’t play dumb. I can show it to you if you want.” Mingyu crouches down, unzipping the bag and pulling out the magenta silicon device half way before you stopp him

“Oh my god there’s actually a dildo in there.” You say in horror, placing both of your hands on Mingyu’s to push it back down in the bag. The two of you were a lot closer than you had intended, and when you looked up his face was inches from yours. You fell backwards in surprise, landing on your butt in front of him. You cross your legs and put your hand to your lips to think, trying to identify exactly who would put a dildo in your backpack. After a minute, you knew exactly who had done it. “That fucker.” You whisper, Mingyu still watching you as you sat in concentration. While you were trying to figure out the situation, Mingyu was figuring out how to get into AP Music Theory, AP Biology, and Shakespearean english, halfway through the second semester of his Senior year. He’ll have to speak to his counselor later. 

“That who?” He asks and you look up. Mingyu’s already standing and he holds out a hand to pull you up. You take the offer and your suddenly standing up in front of him.

“My brother. He plays these pranks all the time. I gave that dildo to him as a gag gift, and he’s been fucking with our family ever since.” You shake your head, smiling at the thought. “Sorry about that, you must have been very confused.” Mingyu smiles gently at you, already forgiving you for the constant torment that will follow him.

“Completely.”

“I’m still angry you looked through my bag.” You comment, MIngyu shrugging in response, “But I guess I can get over it, since you’re probably the guy everyone has been talking about today. You can tell everyone it was my bag if you want.” Mingyu ponders the offer for a split second before waving his hand in rejection.

“It’s fine, I’ll live as dildo boy for the rest of high school, it would be worse if everyone found out it was your bag instead.” You soften at his sweet gesture, a reaction Mingyu was hoping to get.

“Wow dildo boy, you’re my hero.”

“But,” Mingyu pauses before grabbing his phone from his back pocket, “You have to give me your number in return. It’s only fair.” You take his phone, punching in your phone number and setting your contact information.

“A phone number for weeks of ridicule. Seems fair.”

Mingyu watches as you speak, all worry from the events of the day drifting away from him. He didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to keep making you smile and if that meant saving your ass, he would do it a thousand times again. He smiled again, something he felt like he has done a dozen times since meeting you a mere fifteen minutes ago. 

“I’d say you’re worth it.”