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teacher!mingi x teacher!reader

summer camp/school trip au

word count: 7.8k

genre: fluffy stuff, just tooth rotting fluff for once

synopsis: when you suggest the idea of a one week trip to give the seniors a little break before their exams, you find yourself paired with mingi as the teachers in charge of your group of students, to your surprise and satisfaction. you've had your eye on him for quite a while- but so has mingi. he proves that it isn't too late for a highschool sweetheart - him.

manager-nim: @eightmakesonebraincell (we formally salute all fluff writers bc this shit was tough)

when you heard you were accepted as a part of the crew who would be accompanying students on a one week road trip

not only were you beyond relieved because you needed a break so bad

but you were also way too curious about who else made it into the crew

it hadn’t been long since you started teaching at eden high school

but it was the quickest you found your place as an english teacher

it was surprising how well you got along with the staff here considering your not-so-excellent experience at your previous school

and the students here were just students, yes, just like everywhere but

you were pretty sure this was the most adored you had been

perhaps because you were in charge of the seniors who really needed someone like you- a person they could confide their problems and concerns in

a person who would offer solutions instead of telling them that it was just a fleeting worry

a person who would notice when they were beyond exhausted with the pressure of being, well, a senior

you remember how hard it was when it was your time and you wouldn’t want your students to go through the same thing

which was why you once suggested to mr. kim that perhaps the students would appreciate a trip

it was just a casual observation you had made and when mr. kim said ‘perhaps they really need it’, you weren’t sure if he was being serious

but turns out that he was, and the preparations began

not all the teachers could join but you had to be a part of it, mr. kim said, since you suggested it in the first place

you got so busy with assuring the students that they would have fun and they had nothing to worry about

talking to their parents in case they were being reluctant to send their kid, thinking it was a waste of time

convincing the students who were taking their studies way too seriously that they needed this- they really didn’t want to be burned out when exams would be near

that it slipped your mind- another suggestion for mr. kim to take mr. song along

mr. song mingi- the history teacher- the one who made history quite fun to learn

you had specifically planned with the staff- including him- to visit a few historical sights on the road-trip

however, he wasn’t the only history teacher here so you weren’t sure if he would be tagging along

and you never got the chance to ask him

(or even if you did, you were too shy)

but the day finally came

way too early in the morning when even the sun was asleep, you were standing by the bus counting the heads

almost all of your students made it- it was a bummer that some couldn’t but you promised to take them out for dinner after you were back

it was the least you could do for them

the girls were all over you, finding your casual style pretty intriguing

they had only ever seen you in professional clothing, tied hair and reading glasses on the bridge of your nose

so with your hair down, shades hanging by the neckline of your light blue sundress

the girls were pleased, yes, but the boys couldn’t help but share the sentiment too

“miss y/n, you should wear dresses more often!”

“light blue is your colour!”

“your hair looks so good-”

“come on now,” a familiar voice boomed and if you thought the flood of compliments from your students was making you smile

the smile changed into a grin, almost a giggle when you turned to the source

the source being none other than song mingi- in a loose sleeveless white shirt with a denim outerwear and matching jeans

song mingi may be a ‘boring history teacher’ like you sometimes teased him

but that man has got impeccable style

“stop flattering poor miss y/n and find your seats, come on!”

the students laughed but obeyed and the class pres started the roll call

and you felt a little somersault in your stomach when you locked eyes with mingi

“you made it”

he grinned back. “did you think i wouldn’t?”

“i was hoping you would, actually.”

and that took mingi off guard

you weren’t always forward with what you said unlike him and he found you a bit hard to read sometimes

and oftentimes, you surprised him with your actions or your words, just like you did now

but mingi knew when to make something out of an opportunity

“well, you’re stuck being paired with the boring old history teacher. hope you don’t mind.”

“i never called you old, though,” you told him, smiling to yourself before following the guard’s orders and getting on the bus

mingi, of course, sat next to you, the only seat available

and you marvelled at the turn of events

because how long had you wished for some sort of proximity to happen?

it wasn’t easy to be alone in the school with him- not that you wanted to do anything alone with him, but

sometimes, you thought, it would have been nice if you got one-to-one interaction with him that wasn’t related to grading each other’s papers

or sharing pointers about the next exam

sometimes, he would find you alone with your head in your hands

and he would decide not to disturb you and leave a little something for you near your desk for you to spot if you, well, got your head out of your hands

a candy or a ‘cheer up!’ note

you would also find him alone in some classroom sometimes

you noticed he preferred to be alone at times so you knew to look in his classroom first instead of the staff room

he would be so absorbed in whatever he was doing

that you would simply watch him until he felt your gaze burning into his skin

and then you would pretend to have been passing by

and of course you ‘accidentally’ bought two of whatever you were going to snack on

mingi would offer you to join him but most of the times, you let him be

but sometimes, if the staff room was too noisy, you would join him

and the two of you would sit at opposite ends of the classroom doing your own work

(while secretly stealing glances but nobody needed to know that)

so now that you finally got to be alone with him

ignoring the twenty-some noisy children in the back- they could be considered background noise

you couldn’t help but play with your fingers

the bus started and mingi initiated conversation

telling you who was paired with who

each bus had at least one male and one female teacher and only two out of the four buses had two teachers

the other being jongho and gyeoul

“ah, gyeoul is going to forget she’s a teacher. i bet she’ll be sitting with the students playing uno with them.”

“jongho is going to drive the kids away with his dad jokes,” mingi tsk-ed. “but guess the most interesting pairing?”

us?

“hongjoong, wooyoung and yuqi.”

“no way!” you actually laughed out loud this time. “hongjoong’s going to regret ever planning this trip.��

“you bet,” he scoffed. “seonghwa, mina and eunha are in the other bus.”

“all the calm ones?”

“i switched with seonghwa, actually,” he admitted and you raised a brow. “seonghwa gets along with them. i get along with you. we might as well have a good time too, now that we’re here, right?”

right.

he switched to be with you

“you sure you won’t regret that decision?”

you didn’t expect his eyes to travel all over your face and his lips to curve into a smirk

“i’m sure.”

and that was your cue to check on your students

you took a round, making sure everyone was comfortable and told them all to just take a nap

there wasn’t anything interesting going to happen for a good few hours

lucky for you, the kids were sleepy

so the bus fell quiet, the driver assuring you that you both could relax too- there was another driver to keep him company anyway

so you asked mingi if he was sleepy

“not yet. are you?”

“not yet,” you confirmed.

“are you comfortable? do you need anything?”

you relaxed back, shoulder to shoulder with mingi, a small blanket on your lap. “i’m good. do you need anything?”

“not for now, nope,” he took a deep breath. “how long has it been since your last trip?”

and that was how you found yourself actually relaxing and talking to him

you told him your last trip was a while ago with your family

you didn’t want to count school trips but you told him about that too

and he told you about his experiences

just like that, you got to know each other a little better

details you wouldn’t have shared otherwise

from random facts about each other:

“i used to love reading. i became an english teacher because i would consume books like nothing else. but i haven’t read a new book in about a year.”

“i hated the idea of being a history major until one of my professors started using storytelling as a way to get us to learn about the world. i still remember the stories he’d make up.”

to gossip:

“i think i saw wooyoung checking out eunha earlier”

“don’t you think mina’s got a thing for seonghwa?”

somewhere between all of that, you got too sleepy to continue talking

you didn’t realise when you dozed off but when you woke up with a weight on your side

your heart almost stopped when you realised it was mingi resting his head against your shoulder

and quite comfortably at that

you realised you may have been resting your face on his head too

and the current position with your neck upright was sending a painful wave down your shoulder

so you decided to give in, checking the time- you could sleep for another hour

you went back to resting your face on top of his head, the bubbly smell of his shampoo lulling you right back to sleep

you woke up when you felt the bus stop and when you groggily lifted your head

you realised that mingi had been awake for quite some while, using his phone

but he never moved because you were using his head as a pillow

“oh my god,” you said, hiding your face in your hands so he wouldn’t see your flaming cheeks. “i’m sorry, i didn’t realise-”

“it’s okay,” mingi chuckled, waving his hand in dismissal. “i’m to blame too.”

you looked at him to make sure it was really okay and when he said, “your snores are cute” you chucked your blanket at him and looked around

you were making a quick stop at a rest area

you woke the kids up and told them now was the time to get snacks or use the toilet

you met up with the teachers to have coffee, everyone in good spirits having woken up from their naps

the wind already felt different and fresh now that you were a few hundred miles away from the city

with newfound energy, you all got back into your buses and that was when the fun started-

for the kids.

it was suddenly too lively and noisy, loud music blasted in the bus and a few kids showing off their dance moves, the rest cheering them on

you clapped along, reminiscing about your own highschool time

soon, you reached the first town on your list- a town known for its historical ruins

though the kids had been complaining about visiting ruins- what’s there to learn about ruins?

you assured them the trip would only get better and you kept the ‘boring’ sites for the first few days

because you wanted to end the trip on a cheerful note- the beach

as the kids crowded and started following the teachers, you took note of their complaints and unsatisfied grunts

and though panic started bubbling in your heart- maybe you shouldn’t have put this town on the list? all your anxieties faded away when a certain history teacher stepped in to save the day

“alright, remember when i told you guys about the spirit of the exiled princess that haunts a certain town? that people spot in the forest sometimes?”

“is the spirit pretty?” a boy asked, earning a bunch of snickers from the crowd

but the way mingi smirked made them all shut up

“i guess you’ll find out soon.”

you winced when the kids burst into a chorus of cheers or frightened screams and the teachers shared a good laugh at how mingi handled this

“remember- if you find a four-leaf clover, the spirit might spare you!”

and as mingi guided them along the town, sharing fun facts about the sites, the kids kept their eyes trained on the ground in chances of finding the lucky leaf

really, it was worse than a needle in a haystack

after visiting a few sites, you found yourselves in the heart of the town, at a food street

all the class presidents were instructed to make sure the kids stay in sight and that they were free to go eat whatever they wanted

the kids were simply famished and just wanted those corn dogs and fish cakes

the staff took a table in the centre and you were glad that it was a weekday today- apart from a few people, you were the only ones here

you all got some noodles and double checked on your accommodations- it was supposed to rain so you wanted to check-in before dark

just like that, it was time to go find shelter

you stuck with your group of students like every other teacher

and when you reached the lodge, you made sure everyone went to their rooms before finding your own that you were to share with the female staff

the rest of the girls were already there, removing their makeup and stretching. you smiled as you followed suit

“this trip is exactly what i needed,” yuqi slumped down on the mattress as she said. “even though today was a bit boring, the weather makes up for it.”

“well, the night isn’t over yet,” gyeoul smiled mischievously. “it doesn’t have to end on a boring note.”

she came up with the genius idea of having drinks in the backyard with the boys

mina sighed in disappointment because if gyeoul had told her earlier, she wouldn’t have removed her makeup so soon

“you’re pretty anyway,” eunha told her, grabbing her hand and dragging her out

you told them you would join after a few minutes and changed into your pjs like the rest

when you went to the backyard, you let out a surprised laugh

because the boys had already prepared drinks for all of you before gyeoul

“great minds think alike” hongjoong said

“rich coming from you because all it takes is one drink and it’s game over for you,” wooyoung said and seonghwa’s laughter boomed in the air

“you’re no good either, seonghwa!” mingi pointed at the teacher, clicking his glass with wooyoung’s and sharing a shot

you smiled to yourself- it looked like you were going to make really good memories on this trip

you took a seat between the noisy ones- wooyoung and yuqi- and immediately started regretting it

because not only were the two of them were making you drink a lot, ensuring a good hangover

but they also kept teasing everyone (including you) and you thought they were too loud

not that you weren’t having fun

you surprised everyone by joining them after a few drinks, though you couldn’t defend yourself like the two did

what a team they made

of all the people, mingi noticed that perhaps… you needed to switch seats

or the environment- he didn’t want you to get too drunk

so when he subtly motioned for you to follow him, you nodded in answer

he told the drunk lot he would get more drinks

as if there weren’t a bunch of unopened bottles on the ground

but thankfully they were too busy roasting each other to notice

and then you made the excuse of wanting to go to the toilet and left

you walked inside the hall, trying to figure out exactly where mingi had gone

you almost walked past him in the dark corridor and if mingi hadn’t grabbed your arm, you wouldn’t have known

you turned towards him, eyes wide in surprise

he immediately let go of you, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable

“wanna go see the stars?”

when he said that, you didn’t realise it would become a nighttime ritual for the two of you

because away from the city, you could see so many stars

that drunken night, you watched the stars with him in silence

too afraid to speak lest he figure out the desires within your heart

the desire to be with him, to get to know him more, to simply talk to him

but that comfortable silence definitely created a shift in your dynamics.

you didn’t travel much the next day, just explored the surroundings and made a trip to the top of the hill

taking as many photos as you wanted

capturing candids of the students and the teachers to share with them later

watching in fascination as some of the kids caught bugs quite easily

thanking the girls who made flower bracelets for all of you

and when you caught mingi smiling at the bracelet on his wrist, you showed off yours

“the boring old history teacher received a gift?” you teased

“you have to admit that they’re creative,” he laughed. “look- the boys want them too.”

the boys, in fact, wanted them. they were all queued up waiting for the girls to give them all a bracelet- or a ring

“oh, when we go back, there are gonna be so many campus couples,” eunha joined the two of you to watch the sight

really, it was pretty obvious who liked who- they wanted to receive the flowers from the person they liked

and the girls wanted to give the flowers to the person they liked

you wondered if they were so obvious… were you too?

because it was common knowledge that wooyoung liked eunha- even right now, you caught him stealing glances at her

and if you looked behind you, mina was listening to seonghwa quite intently while he rambled on about something

hongjoong, who was right there, seemed the least interested

so when you looked up at mingi, you caught him staring at you and your heart skipped a beat

“you’ve got a little something on your head- a petal.”

“where?” you ran your fingers through your hair where he pointed but it seemed like you didn’t get it

and mingi decided to take the matter into his own hands and leaned down a bit to pick the petal from near your ear

and just like that, time stopped for a few seconds

maybe you should stop really stop reading novels

even though you haven’t read one in about a year

but just like in the books, the length of the duration- despite being only a matter of a few seconds- seemed too long

as you met his eyes, the golden rays of the sun casting a warm glow on his skin

and making his dark orbs more prominent

you wished he was wearing shades right now so you wouldn’t be entranced by the way his eyes scanned your face

but you blinked, and the moment was over- he drew away and tossed the petal on the ground, smiling awkwardly

and you were so glad jongho called you at that moment, having spotted a kitten and knowing how much you liked cats

you got busy with him, burying that moment aside for the time being

that night, you came back to the same lodge

you didn’t drink this time, having learned your lesson from how bad the hangover was in the morning

but you played a few games of uno and perhaps… this was noisier than last night

because there were quite a few sneaky players in this game

gyeoul and jongho- the evil duo of the school

“have some shame,” wooyoung tsk-ed at gyeoul who grinned at jongho- only you seemed to have noticed the look they shared

the look of an underlying scheme

you were sometimes surprised by how well they got along despite gyeoul being a few years older than all of you, and jongho being the youngest teacher in the school

like attracts like, apparently. evil attracts evil

you noticed jongho mouth a number at gyeoul and you realised what was going on

they either took a peek at the other teacher’s cards since there wasn’t much space here to hide your cards properly

or when jongho had shuffled the cards… he had pulled some trick at that time

either way, you weren’t going to let the two of them win- at least not them

so you looked at mingi who was right in front of you, and you subtly let him know that the two were at it again

he stifled a smile, whispering ‘i got this’

and the tables turned when within a few minutes, he somehow tricked gyeoul into playing her wild cards but completely destroyed her

he did not win the game but to you, he was the winner

and you told him that when he asked if you wanted to watch the stars a bit tonight too before sleeping

he laughed loudly at that, almost getting shy

and that night, you talked about the most random stuff. again.

it was like you could never run out of things to talk about

after all, there was so much to talk about

the work tea

recent developments- eunha was noticing wooyoung back and seonghwa was still an airhead

you thought seonghwa was just equally nice to everyone so it would be hard to figure out if he looked at mina differently

some students tea- one of the close-knit group of friends had a falling out during the trip

mingi was sure they would figure it out on their own

but you were sure one of them would come to you or wooyoung for advice

you both were the unofficial counsellors in your school

“why wooyoung?” mingi wondered. “why not me?”

“because you, mr. song, seem a tad bit intimidating at times.”

the puppy eyes of disbelief he made in response proved you wrong

“who? me?”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was looking at you

“sometimes, yes.”

“more than wooyoung?”

“wooyoung is a literal ball of sunshine though…”

mingi turned towards you, stepping closer

“do i seem intimidating to you too?”

though it was an innocent question

it did nothing to help the butterflies in your stomach

it took everything in you to shake your head no

because he felt intimidating sometimes, that was true

and if it wasn’t for his warm personality

you might not have ever interacted properly with him

mingi laughed to himself, perhaps knowing that you might be lying

and it fell silent all of a sudden

just the sound of the crickets and the rustling of the leaves

and the loud sound of your thoughts

the next two days were a blur

and you thought that when you would go back home, you would have to look at all the photos you took

to ingrain these memories in your brain

because the days were packed travelling and having fun

the bus rides were fun and now it was mr. song who showed his dance moves to the students

he was surprisingly very good- in fact- too good

you wondered if that was why he felt so chill- because he just had this chill groove to him

which showed a lot in his dance moves when he freestyled

you had to physically go and calm the girls after this because

suddenly they were seeing the boring old history teacher in a new light

you folded your arms when mingi made his way back, still laughing at the way the girls cheered for him and the boys clapped

he asked you if you liked what you saw

and that made you smack his arm and turn your focus out of the window to hide your blush admire the scenery

now it was mostly visiting a few spots such as more historical sites and shopping points

and during the day, you were usually with the girls so you could shop together

you tried the local delicacies which was a new experience for most of the people here

and visited an apple farm to help the farmers as well

since it was a packed two days, the teachers didn’t really play more uno or drink

though all of you would gather, this time in the common room, to plan what was next

but both of these nights, mingi offered you the same thing-

wanna see the stars?

you learned more about him and he about you

you learned that he has always loved to dance

and he loves karaokes- especially drunk karaokes

he learned more about your previous school experience

how they overworked you so much

combined with gaslighting, you thought it was normal and you were just lacking

he assured you that you made a good decision quitting

and commended you for taking the big step- after all, it must have been daunting

though he did not have a similar experience, he could understand you

just like that, you learned the little things about each other

and now that the trip was almost over, you told mingi that you would like to take a walk around while you watched the stars

while walking, you were suddenly reminded of the time the staff went out for dinner once

and everyone was at least a bit tipsy if not drunk

when it was time to wrap up and mingi saw that you meant to walk home

he offered to accompany you

and that was only a few months after you started teaching so you weren’t very familiar with all the teachers

though you were pretty sure they were all very nice

you told mingi that he was too drunk but he insisted anyway

and you let him walk you to your neighbourhood which wasn’t far from there

now, almost two years later, you were both taking a walk again and it was oddly reminiscent of that time

and it seemed like mingi was thinking the same when he asked you if you remembered when he first walked you home

“i never told you but i didn’t remember for a while,” he confessed, the rustling of the leaves under your steps growing louder as you stepped on the autumn leaves

you weren’t surprised, if you were honest

“it’s okay. you didn’t do anything stupid. except make crow noises, but that’s okay.”

mingi covered his face in his hands as he laughed and you smiled

“i may or may not have been trying to impress you.”

“really? it was a success. i haven’t heard many people pull off crow noises that well.”

when mingi made a face at that, you lightly punched his arm

“it really is okay. but i have one little favour to ask…”

mingi knew what was coming before you said it

and you both walked a bit further from the hotel

making sure no one was around

before mingi turned away from you and made the loudest caws

and this time, you laughed heartily

you were so absorbed in your little bubble that when you heard the sound of a door opening

probably the door of the nearest lodge who heard strange sounds in the middle of the night

you grabbed mingi’s hand instinctively and started running away from the source of the sound

the two of you couldn’t stop laughing, even as you ran

so much that it made it harder to run, actually

he took the lead and guided you to the benches to catch your breaths

and it was only after a couple of minutes when your breathing returned to normal

and the adrenaline started to wear off

that you realised the two of you were still holding hands

maybe because the muscles of your arm tensed at the sudden realisation that mingi finally noticed your joined hands

but when he glanced at you and found the corners of your lips curved in a small smile at the sight

he squeezed your hand instead of letting it go

and you looked up at him to see him shyly smiling

“what?” you asked

you couldn’t help it- you needed to know what he was thinking

“nothing, y/n,” he shook his head though he was unable to stifle his smile

“it’s not nothing,” you insisted. “why are you trying so hard not to smile?”

“it’s because i quite like this,” he finally admitted, raising your joined hands and you noticed how small your hand was in his, almost swallowed in his grip

for once, you were the one who was at a loss for words

“did i say something wrong?” mingi asked

and you wished he wasn’t so straightforward

but perhaps, it was for the better

and you thought the timing felt right too

the sky looked beautiful

the air felt like it was enveloping you in its embrace

the moon beautifully lit his face, highlighting the sharpness of his features

yet casting such a soft, welcoming glow

you shook your head, caressing the skin of his hand with your thumb in answer

there was no need for words anymore- the feelings were reciprocated, and you both could feel that

mingi made a daring move when he raised your joined hands in the air again

you wondered what he was up to now

but the last thing you expected was for him to kiss the back of your hand

it was such an endearing action that you could not help but giggle

“can’t we stay like this even when we go back home?”

an offer. a question. a confession. it was all of that and more

“i don’t think you can see many stars in the city though.”

“i don’t think i would have to look for stars,” mingi said, looking right at you

that was enough

you smacked his arm. “that’s the cheesiest pick up line i’ve ever heard. you really are the boring old history teacher, mingi.”

you started to go back, folding your arms and still giggling especially when mingi laughed loudly, rushing after you

you tried to run but damn his long legs

he caught up to you, running backwards in front of you now

you pouted as you tried to cross him, but he just won’t let you

“you haven’t answered my questions.”

you paused. you really hadn’t, huh?

he stepped closer to you, trying to read your face for a hint of what was going on behind your eyes

and you thought it was time to finally follow your heart’s desires

and test the waters without any fear

you stepped closer, surprising him

you placed a hand on his shoulder and he wondered what you were about to do

he shut his eyes when you stood on your tiptoes, inches away from him

and you took a moment to drink in the sight

before you pecked his cheek, a giggle escaping your mouth

and this time, you ran for your life

because you didn’t think you could take anything else right now

especially because you had waited so long for some sort of a signal from him

though you wanted nothing more than to hug him and stay there for the rest of the night

you let him chase you and let him hold your hand again

when it was time to separate to go to your respective rooms

he patted your cheek, looking at you with such soft eyes that you melted

and you knew, in that moment

that you were absolutely done for

the travelling time for the next day was a bit longer

which meant you got to spend more time with mingi on the bus

and it was a little awkward at first, the both of you fumbling around like the very teenagers you were making fun of not too long ago

the very teenagers that were on the bus right now

and it took you both a while to stop fidgeting and do something other than awkwardly laugh

thankfully, one of the students came forward with some snacks to share

and thus began a discussion of which snacks were better and which were mid-tier

you both were so enthusiastic about this that the students joined as well

before you knew it, you reached the outskirts of the village you were going to stay in for the next two days

and you thought beautiful was an understatement

the sea was so bright that it looked like a sheet of clear crystals under the sun

the air smelt of salt and sand and you felt a sense of relief

and so did the rest of the passengers- you could hear the soft sighs of the students

this was why you planned the trip

so everyone could just relax at the seaside

there was nothing planned for the last two days- there were a few sites so the students could divide into groups according to where they wanted to go

and the teachers would divide and tag along accordingly

the next two days were all about having fun

no more historical sights, as the kids teased mingi

though mingi retorted with a poetic ‘history is everywhere’ that earned him a few grimaces

as soon as you reached the lodges by the beach, the kids all ran towards the sea with the teachers shouting concerningly

thankfully, there were a few lifeguards since it was a tourist destination

so all of you decided to relax a little too, while still keeping an eye on the kids

that day, you all simply enjoyed being on the beach

making sandcastles, playing volleyball, swimming and collecting shells and rocks

mingi was out with his sleeveless again, no jacket covering his arms this time

you had a tough time if you were honest

and so did mina who couldn’t stop sighing at the sight of seonghwa’s long wet hair matted to his face

you could kind of relate to her, though your eyes only followed mingi

and perhaps, you were as obvious as mina now

because a certain menace came to stand next to you

“was just curious why you keep grinning into the distance. but nope. you’re just watching that fool. also, maybe wipe the drool off your mouth.”

you glared at wooyoung

“when you wipe yours. do you want to know what eunha thinks about you?”

suddenly, he’s ready to bow in front of you if necessary and you laughed

you’re both just two lovesick birds at this point and decided to calm yourself by making some sandcastles

“i never realised you got the hots for mingi too,” wooyoung said while trying to place a shell on the top of the lopsided castle.

“what do you mean ‘too’?” you asked absently, more focused on making sure the whole thing wouldn’t collapse because of a shell

“he’s liked you for the longest time, y/n. you’ve just only noticed now.”

oh.

that can’t be true, can it?

“are you sure?”

“i mean, he literally watches the stars with you every night. why else would he do that? and only with you? i like watching stars too, he knows. never offered me now, did he?”

you snorted at that

it did make sense

plus, with the events of last night… he must like you a little, right?

you decided to confirm it tonight

this time, you were the one who asked to watch the stars with him

after dinner when you made sure all the kids were in their rooms

the whole staff went to watch the stars, actually

you couldn’t miss it here- the full moon was the cherry on the top

however, you noticed how wooyoung and eunha found a spot away from the rest

mina also managed to get seonghwa to follow him- and perhaps, you thought, he really did like mina

the rest were in their own bubble

and you grabbed mingi’s hand to lead him towards the big rock you had spotted earlier

where you could have a little privacy

not that you aimed to do anything, no

you just wanted him all to yourself

was it selfish of you? yes. absolutely. but did you care?

nope

did mingi care? he followed you willingly

this time, you were more touchy with each other

while you talked about how much you had missed the beach, his fingers trailed the curves of your hand absently

you brushed the sand off his cheekbone

and he scooted closer to you

“i don’t want to go back now,” you sighed happily

you really didn’t want to- it was too peaceful here

and you had never felt more content

“neither do i,” mingi said. “but at the same time… i do.”

“hmm… are you sick of watching the stars with me?”

mingi laughed at that

“i thought by now you knew that i never watched the stars.”

your heart did a few flips at his words and you glanced at him

he was right- he never really looked at the stars

he was always watching you

“would you like to see the stars when we go back?”

“every day, if i can?” he tucked your hair behind your ear as he said

“i really like you, y/n.”

god

it’s like you’re the high school student on a trip the way you’re feeling right now

you smiled, looking away and shyly responding

“i really like you too, mingi. i have, for a long time now.”

“how long?” the goofy mingi was back

“never answering that by the way,” you said, getting up and away from him. “you cannot extract that information out of me.”

“y/n!” he yelled your name in warning and you laughed as you tried to make a dash

but he was far too quick and he grabbed your wrist

you had to put your free hand over your mouth to keep your laugh from booming across the horizon

but you could not contain it when he pulled you in to his chest

you wasted no time wrapping your arms around his slim waist

and he curled in your hold, rocking you back and forth

“you’re too tall, by the way,” you said when you realised you were on your tiptoes and he was leaning down

he parted with a kiss on your cheek, pinching your nose afterwards

sending your brain into a spiral, turning you into mush

“you’re too cute.”

no.

you’re too insane because you want to kiss him right now

and you don’t know what took over you when you did just that- pecked his lips, surprising both of you

giggling when his eyes went a little wide

your grin almost faded when he didn’t respond

but before you could say or do something, he crashed his lips on yours

kissing you deeply, once before drawing away and making sure that it was okay

oh, it was more than okay

but he decided to keep things calm, kissing you slowly and testing the waters

it was perfect in every way, more than what you ever dreamed about

you just never expected this

you and mingi on this beautiful beach, the full moon shining on you two, the waves almost washing your feet

all the four-leaf clovers you found were worth it, it seemed

now that you were sort of official

you spent the next two days with each other

without any hesitation this time

the others barely noticed the difference and you realised that it was because perhaps, the two of you had always looked at each other that way

(or maybe a certain kim hongjoong told them to shut up and let you two enjoy)

but either way, the others let you two tag together when you accompanied the students into town

you went to the local shops and this time, you bought things for your friends and family just like the students

you all had bbq before coming back to the lodges

and that night, you gifted mingi a silly pair of sunglasses

round sunglasses with wide white rims

and when he wore them, you burst into a fit of giggles

“you look like willy wonka from charlie and the chocolate factory”

“do i?” mingi asked, unlocking his phone to check

“mingi wonka. mingi wonka, the amazing history teach~”

you were pretty sure your laughter was heard by everyone on the beach as he chased you

you decided to take refuge in the waves of the sea and started swimming away from him

but he was quick to follow

and once he caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist, you laughed shyly

“someone will see us!”

but when you turned in his arms

the moonlight illuminating his face but hiding his eyes due to the glasses he still had on

you tried taking them off his face but he grabbed your wrists

“yeah, keep them on,” you whispered. “they suit you.”

“i can’t tell if this is a joke or not,” he smiled a bit

“you just need a hat and a cane to go along with it-”

and before you knew it, mingi put his hand on top of your head and dunked you under the sea

you splashed water on him in revenge

and the two of you chased each other again until he finally caught you

and this time, you thought he really did look beautiful with the damp hair and the glasses

so you didn’t try to wriggle away from his grasp when he leaned in to kiss you

the last day, everyone decided to just laze around at the beach

the kids played in the water all day

and it was a bit cloudy so the heat was tolerable too

you wore a hat, resting your back against a rock

and whoever passed by would mess up your hat, annoying you

wooyoung decided to step in to guard you

but also for advice

“would it be too much if i cook and take eunha to a private spot for a little picnic?”

you shut the book you had been trying to read and turned your focus to wooyoung

“that sounds cute, actually. would she accompany you willingly?”

wooyoung smacked your arm and you snickered. “she gifted me my favourite perfume last night.”

“so?”

“how did she know?” wooyoung folded his arms. “i’ve never talked about which perfume i wear. no one knows, but she knew.”

this time, you let out a long ‘oh’ as you pondered

“you’re telling me she did her research?”

wooyoung nodded, very pleased

“do you know what her favourite food is?”

“that’s what i came to ask.”

you both did a little planning and wooyoung admitted that he had noticed a shift in your relationship with mingi too

you asked him if you were that obvious

and almost comically, you both looked towards seonghwa

“he’s hopeless,” wooyoung concluded

for some reason, mingi was very curious about what you two were talking about

(or maybe he just wanted you all to himself for the time being)

and he told you that intrusive thought that night

it was the last night of the trip and you would be leaving for home in the morning

so you told him that he better get used to the lack of proximity

because during school hours, it would be pretty packed especially now that exams were nearer

and after that, you both would have too much to work on

“will i be able to see you often then?”

“i mean…” you began. “what are we?”

mingi’s mouth formed an o shape as he realised

that you two hadn’t really talked about this

“shall i ask you out?”

“if i have to tell you that…” you scowled at him and he laughed

digging into his pocket to extract a small box

it was your mouth forming the o shape now

he opened the box to reveal a set of matching bracelets

a pretty little silver chain, very subtle, and just how you preferred

“will you go out with me?”

you made an impressed face, accepting the bracelet

“i didn’t know you were such a romantic”

“there are a lot of things you don’t know yet”

“i’m pretty sure i don’t need to know most of those things-”

mingi only laughed this time

that night came to be a memorable one

as the trip concluded and you got back to your daily routine

you found that it no longer felt mechanical

you started off with a smile on your face

even mondays felt exciting

because you could see mingi at school

you would eat lunch together everyday with the rest of the staff

but it was official now- you and mingi

and wooyoung and eunha

the latter was more unexpected, the staff revealed

and you were flustered to hear about how obvious the two of you had been

but it was okay

seonghwa finally noticed that mina acted differently only around him

and was left confused as he tried to figure out how he felt

hongjoong and yuqi were your new enemies

they made it their life’s mission to never let you couples have a peaceful moment

at least wooyoung could fight back

you and mingi were the type to let him bully you

and the students?

they thought they were being subtle when they tried to make the two of you cross each other at the same corridor

or when they casually told you things about each other, little updates

you caught on pretty quick but you let them be

though it was all fun and jokes

hongjoong told you a little secret later on

that mingi had specifically requested to come on this trip because of you

it was endearing

after school, mingi would walk you home every night

because that was the time you could catch up with each other in private

sometimes, you would stop by to have dinner or coffee

you met each other’s families and they instantly liked you

everything was perfect

everything was perfect, just like the waves had been on that beach

calm, playful but strong

just like your love for each other

and every night before you went to sleep

(if you were not sleeping beside mingi)

you would look at the grid on your wall

at the pictures of you and mingi on the beach

and the picture of him in those silly glasses that suited him so well

and if you were sleeping beside mingi?

well

you could just look at the real thing :D

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starry-nights-garden · 3 months

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Mingi ✧ 9:37pm

✧ Ateez Mingi x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1.2k ✧ genre: angst, comfort ✧ warnings: reader breaking down crying, mentions of reader considering hitting themselves

Desc.: Your boyfriend Mingi notices something’s off about you right away as you’re trying to keep it together so as not to break down crying in front of him. In the end the tears come out anyway, and he’s right there with you to comfort you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m sure,” you answer coldly, feeling yourself getting annoyed at your boyfriend’s repeated question. You busy yourself with rummaging through your bag that you had put on the chair in your room - at this point you forgot what you were searching for in the first place, but you obsessively keep your hands busy with its contents anyway. Mingi falls silent, strangely silent, or maybe it’s your overall agitated state that causes you to tense up, because you desperately wish for him to just start a casual conversation with you about fuck knows what.

“I don’t think so…” you hear him mutter, and the sadness resounding in his voice has you gulping. You bite your lower lip because you know if you don’t, your own sadness will break out of you as well, and so eventually you decide it would be better to go find something else to do, solely for the purpose of moving into a position where instead of seeing the side of your face, he can’t see your face at all. You move to your wardrobe, opening it in an attempt to decide on your outfit for tomorrow in advance, but Mingi’s gaze that’s glued to your back won’t let you focus. “Y/N,” he calls out your name, speaking softly, and again you feel yourself coming close to the verge of breaking.

“What?” You manage to force out a single word, your voice cracking from the strain you’re putting on your whole body, and upon hearing his next words, you feel the anxiety spreading through your body like an explosion.

“Look at me,” he says. “Please.” Your legs trembling, you know you shouldn’t refuse. If you want him to believe you when you say you’re just fine, you should prove it to him by putting on a brave face, just like you had done all day. And so you turn around, and you think you end up glaring at him instead of the confident expression you had planned, but you can’t tell. It’s almost like the fear and the pain you’ve been holding in for days is making you numb to all other sensations you should be feeling in your body.

Your boyfriend has made himself comfortable at the edge of your bed, upper body leaned slightly forward as he shoots you a worried expression. He knows. And still you stay stubborn. You’ve broken down every time you came home and were finally alone in your room at night for the past few days now, you don’t want to go through this again - especially not in front of him. You don’t want him to worry, you don’t want to burden him, and you will make damn sure he won’t. So why does it feel like he’s about to break down the walls you’ve built up around yourself with his bare hands?

“Y/N,” he says your name again, sweetly, and you currently hate him for it, because it’s not helping with your plans of keeping it together at all. “Come here.” And then he pats the empty space next to him, on top of your fluffy blanket, and you freeze up completely. You know that if you walk over there and sit down next to him it’ll be just like the past few nights - and yet, even just the thought of it makes you tear up. It’s like hearing his words has formed a crack in your facade, and with every breath you take and let out again, it’s only getting bigger. You can’t stop it anymore, and as you sink to the ground and the sobs violently make their way to the surface, you close your eyes and hide your face behind your hands in one last sorry attempt to not let him see what’s really going on inside.

“Baby…” you can hear him breathing out right beside you only moments later, his steady hands placed on your shoulders as he crouches down next to you.

“I’m s-sorry… I’m… s-so sorry…” you whimper as the tears stream down your face, guilt overwhelming you, but you just can’t make yourself stop crying. You form your hands into fists, considering whether punching yourself would make a difference and help you stop crying, but when you feel Mingi’s hands leaving your shoulders only to wrap around your wrists instead, the anger at yourself leaves you along with the strength in your limbs.

“It’s okay…” he mutters. “It’s okay.” He carefully adjusts your position until your back is leaning against the surface of your wardrobe door that he must’ve closed in advance, and when he leads you to lean your head against his shoulder you simply accept it. One arm wrapped around you, he pats your back gently and at a slow pace, and as you feel your heart beating in tune to his touches, you can finally somewhat relax.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you say, having trouble keeping your voice steady, but he hears you.

“Why?” he turns his head, his lips brushing against your temple.

“Because… I dunno…” you mutter, too tired to put all your complicated thoughts into a coherent sentence.

“You don’t have to,” he answers, extending his neck so he could place his chin atop your head now as he tightens his embrace around you. “Just know that I’m here if you need me… and that you don’t need to be strong when you’re with me.”

“But-” Mingi simply shushes you and shakes his head when you’re about to protest.

“I love you for who you are, not for all the strong faces you can put on.” Upon hearing his words, you tear up again, and you instinctively hide your face in his chest, reaching out to grab his shirt now as you cling to him. His hand patting your head for a while, he continues speaking eventually. “You know I’m not always good with words, but I just want you to know that you can be yourself with me, and I’ll accept all of that - the good sides and the bad sides. Okay?”

“Okay,” you mouth an answer. With his hands back on your shoulders, he brings some distance between you two so he could get a proper look at your face, and when he sees the state you’re in, he furrows his brows. You avoid looking directly at him, still embarrassed about your puffy eyes and the tear stains on your whole face. You sniffle at him, but as he wipes away the remainder of tears on your face you can’t help but melt into his touch. “I’ll protect you,” he says, and somehow the way he’s telling you such a cheesy line so seriously unexpectedly makes you laugh. “Why?” he now whines, and as you glance at his face you can see the offended expression on it and it just makes you giggle some more. Then you shake your head, giving him a weak smile and you say,

“Nothing… I just love you.”

“Well, if it made you smile that’s all that counts, right?”

“Yeah…” you mumble, and as you see him still sulking over your reaction you lift your hand to ruffle your fingers through his hair, before bumping your head against his chest. “Thanks… for being there for me. I mean it.”

“Of course,” Mingi answers, welcoming you back into his arms, as he lets you simply rest in his embrace, for however long you need to.

#ateez fluff #ateez comfort #ateez x reader #ateez x gn reader #ateez angst #mingi x reader #mingi fluff #mingi x gn reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fic #ateez drabbles #mingi imagines #mingi drabbles #comfort #angst

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cybrsan · 11 months

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hiii! can i please request non bf mingi fishing out reader's panties from the dirty laundry basket and touching himself while sniffing them and she catches him?

with 67 and 10

thank you <3333

Thank you for requesting! I changed things up just a little bit—hope you enjoy :)

Prompt: 10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” + 67. “Uh, am I interrupting?” Pairing: Pervert!Mingi x F!Reader Genre: Smut Word Count: 1.5k Tags/warnings: Slightly sub Mingi, non-consensual use of reader's panties, voyeurism, exploration of Mingi's sexual fantasies, a bit of degradation, overstimulation

Requests are currently closed, but my masterlist can be found here.

All you wanted was to grab your wallet. You were supposed to meet with your friends for dinner and had made it almost halfway to the restaurant before realizing you left it behind. You were surprised to find your bedroom door cracked open; you always make sure to close it behind you when you leave.

Now here you are, standing awestruck in the doorway of your own room as you watch your roommate, Mingi, fuck into his fist desperately. He’s sprawled out completely naked on your bed, towel abandoned on the floor next to him. He was in the shower when you left and, upon finishing, must have somehow mistaken your room for his own.

You should walk away. It would be so simple to just turn back around, walk out the door, and pretend like you didn’t see anything. Your friends could cover the price of your meal, surely.

But he looks so pretty, all flushed and panting. His eyes are squeezed shut, sweat beading on his brow as he loses himself in pleasure. The way his muscles tense with every thrust is mesmerizing, and you can’t bring yourself to look away. You let your eyes wander, and you spot a bit of pink lace peeking out of Mingi’s hand. It’s then that the realization hits you—he’s getting off using your underwear. Looks like him being in your room wasn’t a mistake after all.

You should be creeped out. You should walk away. But you aren’t, and you won’t.

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

Mingi freezes, staring at you like a deer in headlights. He’s too shocked to even bother covering himself, his hand still wrapped around his cock.

“I… Um, I… It’s not… I didn’t…”

“Mingi,” you drawl his name, savoring it like honey on your tongue. “Are those my panties?”

“Shit,” he says, snapping out of his trance and sitting up, tossing your used panties to the side as he attempts to cover himself. “I’m so, so sorry. You probably think I’m such a fucking creep, I—”

“You didn’t have to go behind my back, you know. I would have given you a pair if you just asked. Or I would just let you fuck me instead.”

His eyes widen to a comical size. “You… you would?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. The way you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of me. I’ve been thinking about indulging you for a while. And now, seeing you like this, so desperate… it’s kinda hot, honestly.”

Your words seem to stun him into silence, so you take the initiative, moving closer to him. He immediately leans forward despite himself as if he’s magnetically drawn toward you. You kneel on the side of the bed and reach a hand out to trail one of your fingers down his cheek. His skin is hot, still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. With that same finger, you tilt his head up by the chin.

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

You laugh a little, endeared by how puzzled he is. “Don’t you want to kiss me, Mingi? Or would you prefer I leave you alone with my panties so you can finish what you started?”

“No! No. I want to kiss you. I want you.”

He leans forward and presses his lips to yours. He’s so eager that your teeth knock together at first, but he's quick to adapt and is soon expertly teasing the roof of your mouth with his tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, but he seems hesitant to touch you. You guide one of his hands to your waist, and he quickly gets the hint, immediately touching you wherever he can reach.

You feel a sense of satisfaction knowing you are likely fulfilling one of his dirty fantasies. Deciding you want to know more, you ask, “Mingi, when you imagined this, what did we do?”

“I…” He trails off, blushing.

“It’s not a trick question, baby. Tell me.”

“I’ve always pictured you on top… want you to ride me.”

You push him back so that he’s lying against the pillows and move to straddle him. “So then that’s what we’ll do.” You lean forward and kiss him deeply while grabbing one of his hands, guiding it to your core. “Now get me ready for your cock, yeah?”

His whole body jerks at your words as if he could come from them alone. Just the idea of touching you, being inside of you, feeling you is like a dream to him. He tentatively traces one of his hands up your thigh, under your skirt, and pushes your thong aside. Just like kissing, his actions are a bit awkward at first, so you take it upon yourself to show him what you like. As his confidence grows, his touch becomes bolder and his fingers easily find a rhythm that has you wanting more. Unable to hold back any longer, you grab his wrist, halting his ministrations.

“Want you,” you pant, “Do you have a condom?”

“Uh, yeah, in my room. One sec—”

He goes to get up but you stop him, placing one of your hands on his shoulder and leaning forward to open one of your dresser drawers. The movement causes your chest to come level with his face and Mingi lets out a gutteral groan at the sight, throwing his head back against the pillows. You laugh as you pull out a condom, handing it to him.

“Like what you see, hm?”

“Fuck, yeah, of course I do.” He hesitates for a moment before adding, “Would love it even more if we got you out of that shirt, though…”

Gesturing to the condom and then your shirt, you say, “You put that on and I’ll take this off, deal?”

He nods, already blowing into it to figure out which way to roll it. You move off of him to make it easier, shimmying out of your remaining clothes. The tension in the air is palpable and, as soon as Mingi’s ready, you’re crawling back on top of him and kissing him with renewed vigor. His hands trail down your back, across your stomach, up to your breasts, mapping you out as if this is something he wants to remember for the rest of his life. He teases your nipples between his fingers, swallowing your moans with his mouth.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So beautiful.”

The praise sends a jolt of pleasure right to your core and you decide that you can’t wait anymore. Reaching down, you grab his cock and give it a few teasing strokes before guiding it to your entrance. You sink onto him with a gasp of his name, almost overwhelmed by the sensation. He’s big, bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, and you almost want to laugh, delirious with lust. To think he’s been so shy this entire time when he’s this good, this perfect…

Mingi’s body trembles beneath you, his hands holding onto your waist with bruising strength. He must be practically aching, having edged himself before you walked in on him. “W—won’t last long, fuck…”

You smile, reveling in the power you have over him. You lean forward and kiss him ever-so-sweetly, grabbing his chin between your index finger and thumb. Against his lips, you murmur, “That’s fine, baby. As long as you’re okay with me using you until I finish. Just like you were gonna do with my panties.”

He groans, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure. “Oh my god, yes, please—”

“Ha. What a dirty boy.”

You begin to move, your hips undulating in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You savor every sound he makes, each moan furthering your own pleasure. You begin to get lost in it, finding it harder and harder to stay in control. You can feel a familiar heat coiling in your gut and you know that you most likely won’t last much longer than him.

His nails dig into your skin, his breathing becoming more ragged. You can tell that he’s trying to hold back, but as you increase your rhythm it becomes too much for him. He comes with a moan of your name, shuddering underneath you as you continue to ride him, chasing your own release. He nearly whimpers from overstimulation but, determined to bring you to the edge, he begins to thrust up into you. The new angle has him hitting that spot inside you that has you seeing stars and soon enough, your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.

You collapse against his chest and he wraps his arms around you as you both take a moment to come back down to earth. Your breathing gradually returns to a steady rhythm, and Mingi has long stopped trembling. You feel comfortable in his embrace and you realize that this is something you wouldn’t mind doing again.

You slide off of him but stay close, curling against his side. He smiles at you, eyes crinkling around the edges, and you can’t help but lean forward and kiss him. This kiss is softer, more gentle. More loving.

"Better than you imagined?" you ask, pulling away.

Mingi laughs. "Yes, God, yes."

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ratedfleur · 2 months

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Imagine oral/mutual masturbation with Mingi 🌚 He’s got the perfect mouth for it too cause I just KNOW he puts everything into his partner’s pleasure and his pouty lips are a plus.

Wouldn’t mean to make you gag on his dick or fuck your face when you reciprocate but he can’t help himself 🥺 Fluctuates between being dominant and submissive based on whether or not he’s giving or receiving.

His hands are as big as an IPad Air so when he’s fingering you there’s a bit of a delicious sting to it and then he curls his fingers just right and you’re gone. Plus he’d wear his rings too just for the hell of it 🤤

Whines a lot when you give him a handjob but thanks you for your effort with extra kisses and snuggles ☺️

– ✨ anon

cunnilingus and fingering with mingi is just chef’s kiss. whenever mingi eats you out, he always likes to have you sitting on his face. he likes the weight of you on his face before wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you closer towards his face if it was even possible, making it easy for him to slip his tongue in and out of you before sucking and licking at your cunt.

if he was feeling more of a tease, he’d make you lie down on the bed before getting in between your legs, sucking at your clit before slipping in a finger or two.

the very pads of his fingers would be placed atop your spot, hurriedly pressing against it repeatedly which has you squirming as he keeps on sucking and flicking at your clit.

#mikha’s asks.#mikha’s [✨] anon #ateez #ateez song mingi #ateez mingi #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #ateez smut #ateez imagines #mingi x reader #mingi smut #mingi scenarios #mingi headcannons #mingi drabbles #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts

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leejungchans · 2 years

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caramel popcorn : s.mg

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @belledamsceno : Hi Sol!! I’m so happy for your 1k 🥰🥰 Now, can I request a friends/idiots to lovers with Mingi where the f!reader never really hid her interest, but she just assumed she had been friendzoned cause Mingi never seemed to really reciprocate, but in reality he is just dense af and needed someone else to point out the obvious (sorry if this was super specific, I’m kinda going through it and if you wanna gossip about it I’m game hahahah)

a/n: hi belle 🥺💗 thank you so much for the well wishes and for your request!! i hope i did justice to your v cute req and that you’ll enjoy <33 sending you lots of love!!

word count | 1.4k

pairing | song mingi (ateez) x f!reader

genre | fluff, idiots-to-lovers au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions, one alcohol mention but there’s no drinking (please lmk if i missed anything!)

requests are now closed! thank you so much for the support <3

“Something happened the other day,” Mingi brings up casually, hand reaching for the bowl of popcorn nestled in the space between you two. You secretly prefer buttered, but he loves caramel so it was an obvious choice when you went grocery shopping.

Sure, you could’ve gotten both, but isn’t sharing snacks the highlight of movie nights with one’s best friend?

You arch a curious brow. “Yeah? What was it?”

“Wooyoung tried to set me up with one of his friends,” he answers, oblivious to how the smile freezes on your face as he rolls a kernel between his thumb and index finger. It’s not his fault that you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend, that the thought of him being with somebody else makes your heart plummet to your stomach.

You’re not quite sure how it happened, but you found yourself gradually seeing him in a different light, in a way that tells you you’ve long stopped seeing him as just a friend. Suddenly, your heart beats a little faster when he slings an arm around your shoulders, your smile grows a little wider when he waits for you outside your lecture hall, your cheeks feel a little warmer when he texts love you!! even though you’re sure he only meant it platonically.

Suddenly, you want to know what it feels like to reach into his sweater paws and hold his hand, interlacing your fingers with his.

“—so I don’t think it ended well.”

Guilt sends a pang to your heart when you feel yourself slightly perk up at Mingi’s words. He’s your best friend, you should be sad and sympathetic when a date didn’t go well for him, not be… relieved.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Min,” you say with a small pout, patting him on the shoulder gently before adding brightly, “there are always other fish in the sea, right?”

“Yeah, I guess…” He still seems unsure.

It’s me! I’m the other fish! a small voice in the back of your head is screaming; if you had a little more courage you might tell him just that. Alas, any hope you’ve held for a successful confession has been diminished after many failed attempts at letting your true feelings be known.

You’d been pretty dejected, but you also didn’t want to dwell on such feelings of rejection for too long. Besides, you’d much rather keep what you have than not have Mingi—your Mingi, the version of him you know presently—in your life anymore. Your soul would be genuinely crushed if your friendship ever took an irreparable turn for the worse, and you’re not about to risk your many years together.

And so, you shove down the lump that’s been building in your throat and lay a gentle hand over his. “I mean it, Mingi. You’re an amazing person,” you say sincerely, butterflies erupting in your stomach as a rosy pink flush colours the tip of his ears. “Anyone would be so lucky to have you, and I’m sure the right person will come along soon.”

He looks down at your joined hands, then back up at you, his cheeks glowing pinker by the second. His eyes curve into little crescents behind his glasses—you remember spending all day in the store with him picking out the perfect pair—and a smile slowly stretches across his plump lips.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he mumbles, “really, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re the best.”

There it is again: the feeling of your heart practically leaping out of your chest. I don’t know what I’d do without you… it replays over and over in your head as you scramble to figure out what the hell he meant by that.

Lost in the tangled web of your thoughts, you don’t even realise that Mingi’s gotten up from the couch until you register the lack of warmth, the lack of his presence, next to you.

He smiles sheepishly when you peer up at him with a questioning glance. “Sorry, bathroom.”

An understanding ah leaves you, and you dutifully reach for the remote control to pause the movie. He shoots you another grateful smile before shuffling across your living room and down the hall.

Your shoulders fall with the deep exhale that you breathe out, your head tilting back to rest against the soft couch. There was no way Mingi never caught on when you’ve become increasingly less subtle at your ways of confessing, perhaps this was his way of letting you know so he wouldn’t hurt your feelings—

His phone buzzes four times consecutively.

yunho (23:35) another movie date with y/n?

yunho (23:35) and you’re watching the notebook?????

yunho (23:35) dude.

yunho (23:35) she totally likes you back

You didn’t want to look, you swear. Peeking at someone’s phone? The most sure-fire way to sever any trust you have with someone else… On the other hand, it was hard to ignore the messages that popped up on Mingi’s screen when: 1) his phone was right next to you from where he left it in the now vacant spot on your couch, and 2) they mentioned you explicitly.

She totally likes you back. What does Yunho mean by that? ‘Back’… that would imply he likes you to begin with.

The sound of the toilet flushing startles you. Hastily, you lock the screen and readjust the blanket around you, feigning innocence by taking a sip from your soda can as Mingi shuffles back over to you.

You reach for the remote control to unpause the movie when his phone lights up again. Your finger freezes on the smooth button.

yunho (23:37) you should tell her before you don’t get the chance to

yunho (23:37) she’s not going to stop being your friend bc of it

The smile you had plastered on your face upon his arrival fades when the new messages from Yunho pop up above the ones sent just minutes ago. Hesitantly, you glance up at Mingi to find him already staring back at you, the look in his eyes can only be described as one of pure horror as realisation dawns on him.

“You…” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, “d-did you… happen to see the other ones too?”

It’s pointless to lie. You’re both terrible liars, even more so with each other. “I didn’t mean to, Mingi, I really didn’t…” you admit guiltily, “they were just… right there, y’know?”

His expression is still dumbfounded as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Yeah, I understand. ’s okay.”

You gather the courage to ask, “So… when Yunho said you like me back, does it mean… you like me? Like, like-like me?”

With the apartment still plunged into silence, you can hear the ticking of your clock, your neighbour’s faint rustling through the thin walls that separate your apartment, the soft inhales and exhales coming from Mingi… you wait for his response with bated breath.

Nervously, he tugs his sleeves down until they engulf his hands entirely. His cheeks are bright pink now, reminiscent of him after a few beers. “We can pretend this never happened,” he mumbles, “I know you don’t feel the same—”

“‘Don’t feel the same’?” you echo incredulously. “I’ve been trying to drop hints that I like you for—for forever!”

Mingi tilts his head to the side and blinks blankly at you. “You have? When?”

He can’t be serious. “So many times I couldn’t count,” you splutter, “but you never seemed to return the feelings so I assumed you were trying to subtly turn me down. I—I sent you a playlist on Spotify with only love songs once, for God’s sake!”

You can almost hear the lightbulb going off in his head, and you can only gape as his mouth falls open in a large ‘O’. Did he really not think anything about it at the time? “I… I thought you were just in your love song phase?” Mingi offers, the corners of his lips tugging upwards in a shy grin.

“You’re—you’re so… dense,” you blurt bluntly, the smile creeping onto your face being the only indication that your words held no malice.

Mingi chuckles sheepishly. “I know.”

“You owe Yunho a huge favour.”

“I know.”

“I like you a lot.”

“I kn—” His face splits into a bright smile upon registering your words, one that you’ve already seen a million times and will still never get tired of seeing, one that fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling until all you think about is Mingi, Mingi, Mingi.

“I like you a lot too.”

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yangsrose · 9 months

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word count: 706 words

pairing: non-idol!mingi x reader

genre: slice of life?

warnings: reader almost gets hurt!!

authors notes: i really didn't know how to end this lol i hope it's still good ;-;

You rubbed your tired eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, despite it being the middle of what would prove to be yet another long day. Even though you had been in your current job for the past six months, you never seemed to get used to the busy days filled with a workload that never seemed to wane and only seemed to increase as time passed on. You sighed and willed your mind to think of something else, not wanting your already short lunch break to be ruined by thoughts of your workload.

You looked around the train, seeing different people than what you were used to seeing during your morning and evening commutes. Here, people seemed more relaxed, and mainly used to trains to go grocery shopping or to meet friends rather than the usual hustle that you were used to with the rest of the people using the train. You were in awe at how little people there were on the train, as opposed to the packed environment that you were used to being in. As you looked around the small train car, you accidentally made eye contact with a tall man who seemed to be around your age. He gave you a small smile, which you returned before hastily looking away, choosing to instead focus on the ground.

In your observations, however, you failed to notice how you were now leaning against the train door, and how the train was about to reach another station to pick up more passengers. You felt the support leave your back as the door opened, causing you to let out a small shriek and grab onto anything that would break your fall. All you felt was air and you closed your eyes hoping that somehow you would fall onto the platform and not onto the tracks, sparing you any harm. What you didn’t expect, however, was a pair of arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you back into the train car as the door was about to close on you. As you felt the train move out of the station, you slowly opened your eyes, not knowing what to expect when you opened them.

Instead of the station roof that you expected to would be faced with, you were instead staring at the man that you had smiled at before, his face close to yours and etched with an expression of worry as he looked at you for any signs of hurt or discomfort.

“I’m y/n” you said, internally slapping yourself at the way that you essentially blurted out the first thing that has come to your mind.

“I’m Mingi. Are you hurt?” the man asked, pulling you up from your slightly dipped position. You quickly shook your head, face becoming hot as you noticed how he still hadn’t moved his arm from your waist. He let out a sigh of relief, casting a small smile in your direction. You felt your heart melt at the smile, and just when you thought it couldn’t happen, your face became even more red, causing you to awkwardly cough as you tried to play off your timidness at his proximity. He finally seemed to remember that he was still holding you and let go of your waist, his face also slightly reddening as he took a few steps back to give you your space. The train began to slow down as it reached the next station, which just so happened to be the one that you were getting off at.

“I was just heading out for lunch, do you want to join me? I could repay you for basically saving my life.” you said, blurting out the words at a rapid pace so that he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Mingi smiled and nodded, replying with a small “I would like that” while giving his hand to help you get off the train. You took his hand and exited, both of you making your way to the restaurant where you had planned to get lunch.

You held onto Mingi’s hand as the both of you walked to the restaurant, gladly accepting the unplanned encounter that was somehow turning your gloomy day a bit brighter.

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iridescentxstars · 2 years

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vampire!mingi x hunter!fem!reader || praise + exhibitionism — anon || wc: 470~

— feeding, bondage, discipline

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

You look so pretty, spread out in front of him, your fingers running through your slit and spreading your juices around. You look so good but it only causes Mingi to snarl, to struggle against his chains while you chuckle and toss your head back to expose your throat. Dragging your wet fingers down your pulse, making it even more difficult for him to sit still.

That's exactly what you want.

"Look at you," you giggle, putting your fingers in your mouth before pressing them against your clit and slowly circling in the way that you enjoy. The chains clink and you hear the brick audibly crack when Mingi lunges again. "Such a strong vampire~ what exactly do you want?" You moan as you dip your fingers into your wet core, "are you hungry?"

He's salivating, his eyes shining in the dark and fangs exposed as he snaps his jaws in your direction. You know he's hungry, he's starving actually because you've been playing this game with him for the better half of a week. You give him enough blood to survive, to keep him awake and functioning but not enough to make him strong. You don't want him breaking free... yet.

"I asked if the handsome vampire is hungry~"

Mingi growls, "starved." He moves so his back is against the wall and he lunges again, the wall starting to crack slightly. "You look so good, I want a taste." What he wants to eat is clear, he wants to eat you but the deeper meaning of that is what you want to know.

Your vampire pet has no self-control, he doesn't know how to feed without killing and it's been causing you, a hunter, plenty of problems because you're the one who has been ordered to hunt him down. You don't want to kill him, to hurt your special plaything but you do need to teach him a lesson.

There are visible cracks in the brick now and you hum because it seems like your fun is running short. "You need to behave, Mingi baby," you moan, rolling your hips as you fuck yourself with your fingers. "If you can't then it'll be much worse." You open an eye and notice the way he's looking up at the cracks, "if you manage to control yourself, I'll feed you."

"Fine." He nods before ripping free from the wall and rushing towards you.

You made up for the time Mingi was tied up, the time that you teased and starved him. Your body is his to take, his tongue exploring your velvet walls and drinking in your sweet nectar before he moves onto the spot that has him losing his mind - your neck.

He learned his lesson alright. Why would he need another human to feed off when he has you?

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fantastic-bby · 2 years

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Pairing: Reader x Mingi

Word count: 975

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Date night with your boyfriend, who loves you very, very much.

Warnings: -

[19:30]

“I’m so sorry!” Mingi pants as he hunches over in front of you, his hands resting on his thighs to try and catch his breath as much as possible. “I… I got caught up with… practice,” he heaves.

“It’s alright, honey,” you reassure him with a laugh. “We can still catch the reservation.” You place your hand on his shoulder and wait for him to straighten slightly before you press a kiss to his cheek. “Hi, Mingi,” you greet jokingly.

For some reason, Mingi feels every ounce of his exhaustion fading away at the simple gesture. You’ve always been able to qualm his vibrant and frantic energy to the point where the fire inside of him slowly becomes smaller and calmer. He’s never fully understood how you’ve been able to calm whatever storm he has within him just from the single touch of your hand and a smile.

“Hi.” His lips pull into a stupid grin, one that you have the power of giving him just by being around because Mingi loves you so damn much and everything you do just makes him so fucking happy.

His large hand wraps around yours, his grip gentle as though he’s afraid you’ll break even though Mingi knows that you’re way tougher than that.

“How was practice?” you ask as you both make your way into the restaurant.

“Tiring,” Mingi sighs, “there’s a lot to do before the next comeback and with the tour coming up—there’s just a million things going all at once. I’m starting to feel a little overwhelmed.”

You purse your lips together into a straight line. It’s not like you can tell Mingi to ‘take it easy’ because, in most cases, Mingi isn’t able to—neither does he want to.

Mingi pushes himself to his limit to get work done because he wants it done right.

Mingi’s the kind of person who would spend hours in the studio working on songs just to make sure it’s perfect. The same goes for his dancing.

He would spend days straight trying to perfect his movement with Yunho and San’s help.

But there are times where nothing seems to be going right and Mingi would feel like crying or punching the walls out of pure frustration. In those moments, his friends have no choice but to bring in the big guns; you.

The amount of times where you had gotten a message from Hongjoong or Seonghwa asking that you come to the dance studio or the recording studio just to help calm Mingi down or to convince him to go home for the night. You honestly can’t count them on your fingers mainly because you stopped counting after the seventh month of dating.

You were the only person that could pull Mingi away from work just for the few moments he needed to collect himself.

“Are you able to take a few days off from work?” Mingi asks once you’ve sat at a table and ordered.

“Is there something going on?” you tilt your head curiously, to which he smiles sheepishly.

“I wanted to invite you on tour for the first week.”

You pause at the offer and stare at him, blinking a few times.

“Is it too long? You don’t have to come along if you don’t want to,” Mingi quickly rambles when he sees your reaction.

“No, it’s not that,” you reassure him as you rest both of your hands on the table, silently asking him to hold onto your hands until he does. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to. Work’s pretty strict about taking leave unless it’s urgent.”

“That’s fine, too! I don’t want to get you into trouble or anything,” he squeaks out.

You’ve always thought that Mingi was oddly shy in asking you something. It was ironic considering how much of a romantic he actually is.

Mingi would take so much time and effort in making sure that your dates were perfect, and he never failed to remind you how much he loved you. He honestly didn’t even have to verbally tell you; anyone could see it in the way his eyes would sparkle the moment he would hear your name or whenever he would see you.

“I could give it a shot and just tell them that someone… died… in ten different states,” you joke. Mingi laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling in his gummy smile—the gummy smile that you’ve come to love so much—that shows his teeth. “I’ll find a way, honey, don’t worry,” you laugh.

His thumbs run over the skin of your knuckle gently as he looks down at the ring on your finger. It isn’t an engagement ring, but Mingi thought it would be cute to get you a promise ring; which is exactly what the silver band on your finger with the sapphire rose is.

Mingi stares at it for a moment as though he’s starting to lose himself in thought, before he smiles once again and faces you once again.

“You really don’t have to if you can’t. I just wanted to let you know that you can come along if you want to. The guys don’t mind.”

“It’s not like they have a choice, Mingi. They’re more scared of upsetting their giant puppy,” you tease.

Mingi lowers his head with a blush tinting his golden cheeks, his eyes widening from behind the thin framed glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll see what I can do,” you say after a moment of him avoiding eye contact with you.

“Y-Yeah, okay,” Mingi nods.

His courage slowly returns and he’s back to facing you with a small smile on his face and his hands still holding onto yours.

“I love you,” he suddenly confesses. You smile and tighten your grip around his hands slightly.

“I love you, too.”

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sunlightwoo · 1 year

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dangerous

pairing: mingi x g.n reader, some of unknown ateez member x reader

genre: angst | warnings: mentions of the bar, alcohol | rating: pg-16 | wc: 830

plot: you wondered what made him change his mind; why did he have to go away so quickly and so easily? was it because it was you?

a/n: idk what this was,,, and it’s been a while since i last wrote, but hopefully you guys like it!!

song ib: dangerous - madison beer

It’s too loud.

The familiar setting of you coming to this exact bar at least twice a week hits a little too close to home this time around, and the eerie feeling in your gut cannot pinpoint why it does. You had received a text from a friend of yours that you haven’t talked to in a while, unsure as to why he had texted you out of the blue. It wasn’t like he was obligated to still talk to you, when it was you that had broken things off with his best friend; he should’ve cut you off in the first place.

Yunho, however, was a man of wild cards as he had called you on his cell phone, incoherently asking you to pick him up and drop him off at his apartment in exchange for a coffee outing in the morning. You think you shouldn’t decline it in the first place, knowing that it’s the last stretch of final exams for the fall semester, and that you were just one semester away from graduating college.

But you hated this scene.

You currently stand out in the middle of the bar, looking for the tall man that had called you previously in hopes that you could just grab him and go, but nothing could ever prepare you for the sight that you were graced with.

In the corner of the bar you see him, the person that you once thought that you were going to have everything with.

Song Mingi was someone that came into your life almost unexpectedly, gracing his presence into your life at the same time that you had met Yunho. The two had almost come together as a package duo, and the you from years ago would’ve laughed at the idea of you being the one to break things off with the latter. However it was the idea of the future that had scared both you and Mingi that you had finally made a choice for the two of you; to go your separate ways before you can hurt the other.

The breakup was still fresh in your mind, as it had only been three weeks since you had seen them both and the rest of your mutual friend group. You thought that it would’ve been best to distance yourself from them all so that you could take the time to heal and love yourself better, but standing in the middle of this bar made you feel anything but that.

There was someone else in his lap, making out with him and he had been holding them closer to him more than you would’ve liked.

“Are you okay?”

The three words were said from behind you, and for some reason it comforts you in the worst ways possible. You turn to face an old flame of yours, one that you knew was also a victim in this case because from what you heard, he had recently gotten out of a relationship as well. The girl that he used to be with was someone that he told you not to worry about, but in this moment you realize that it was now him who was on your end of the stick.

You wanted to laugh in his face at his question, but you also knew that he once knew you on the back of his hand. He knew that you had been hurting inside, because this was quite possibly your last straw with falling in love with someone; and he had known you were dating for the long run, rather than just in the moment.

“Was it really that easy to let me go?” You whispered harshly, more towards yourself as you looked between Mingi who was now no longer in the spot that you had seen him in, and the person beside you.

The look of pity mixed in with guilt had said everything that you needed to, and maybe tonight was not the night where you could’ve easily picked up the pieces. Maybe you needed more time to heal, and to be away from them because now that you remember it, they were all in one friend group.

One was bound to tell the other sooner or later.

“Y/N…”

“Y/N, there you are!” You hear Yunho say from behind you, and for a moment you think that you were saved by his timing to get you out of the suffocating place, “Are you still okay with driving me back?”

You looked up at the latter with a fake smile, tugging on his sleeve to guide him out carefully as you left your past behind with all the unspoken words between you both. Maybe if you weren’t in such conditions, you could step forward and hear about all the things that had gone wrong between you two.

But for now, you think that it’s better to love yourself first, before you find it even more dangerous to fall in love with someone new.

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sunflowercheol · 1 year

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Reincarnated Gods

Ateez x Y/N

Word Count: 428

Warnings: curse word(s)

A/N: unedited :))

31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist

“Fuck,” Hongjoong mumbles under his breath, stretching out his limbs and look at all of the members.

“How funny that we became friends,” San points out as he sits on the couch.

“Literally, like what in the actual fuck did we just discover.” You sit next to Seonghwa who seems to be in shock.

“Reincarnation led to this? Are you serious?” Wooyoung asks frustratedly.

“What do you mean?” Mingi asks confused, sitting next to him.

“I mean, we were Gods, and now we live in this shitty world?” Wooyoung runs his hands through his hair and sits on a barstool in the kitchen.

“Does that mean that we can refer to ourselves as Gods now?” Yunho asks innocently, stepping away from the coffee table.

“What? You want us to call you Apollo now?” Yeosang retorts.

“It would be kind of funny though. We can confuse a lot of people like that,” Jongho replies, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

“Fuck off, Hephaistos,” Yeosang mocks.

“Does that mean that I have to change your contact names in my phone now?” you wonder out loud. All 8 pairs of eyes turn to you. “What?”

“Seriously, fuck off,” Yeosang mutters.

“Calm down, Hermes,” you tease Yeosang.

“I’m so going to have so much fun with this,” you giggle leaning into the still lost in thought Seonghwa—or should you say Mars now. “Better get used to your Godly names now.”

“So now what?” Hongjoong starts. “You’re just going to start calling us by our God names and not by our ‘real names’?”

“Hell yeah, Zeus,” you respond, laughing at how ridiculous it sounds. “Plus, now that I think about it, your God names really fit you guys.”

“How?” Mingi asks intrigued.

“Okay so San being Dionysus? Makes sense with the whole wine thing and giving off the fuck boy vibes, you know? No offense,” you look over to San who just shrugs and nods along.

“Wooyoung being Hades? You seriously want me to explain that one?” you ask gesturing at Wooyoung who rolls his eyes.

“True,” Yeosang nods his head.

“Seonghwa being Mars? Now that is literally so hilarious,” you laugh, nudging Seonghwa who finally has snapped out of his trance.

“But why war?” Seonghwa asks quietly.

“You live with Wooyoung, duh.” You point at Wooyoung who just flips you off.

“Okay so everyone makes sense, but why am I Poseidon?” Mingi whines as he tries to sits down on the floor but just manages to tumble down instead.

“That’s why,” Yeosang replies, as everyone laughs at a pouting Mingi.

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nateezfics · 19 days

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I don’t know if it would reach you but I’ll give it a try

ATEEZ reaction to Make-Up Sex after their S/O distancing themselves after a fight

MAKE UP SEX WITH ATEEZ

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, romance, angst (the slightest bit), make up, boyfriend!ateez, fem!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!ateez

WARNINGS — mentions of arguments, smut, unprotected sex, make up sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (baby), intentional lower case and small font, intentional word abbreviations

WORD COUNT — 1.2k

SUMMARY — make up sex with ateez after an argument.

HONGJOONG

“c’mon, baby. need to hear you. please.”

his thrusts increased in speed, fucking into you at a rhythm just as messy as his thoughts. your moans poured out of you, your hands clutching at his back until he groaned at the way your nails pierced his skin. he soaked up every last one of your cries, reveled in the way you clung to him like a lifeline. god, he’d missed your voice, missed you. he hated arguing, even more so when he knew he was in the wrong. your silence was the worst part of it all; he wasn’t able to stand it not even a day before he was clambering back to you.

hongjoong’s hips pistoned into you with a purpose to pull every last sound from you until you were falling apart underneath him. you cried into the nape of his neck, your hold on his back never letting up. “hongjoong, hongjoong, hongjoong…”

his name on your tongue was enough to undo him. he held you close to him quickly after, kissing all over your face and showering you with proclamations of love and apologies.

SEONGHWA

“fuck, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

seonghwa was urgent, desperate to make you fall apart. his thrusts were hurried and they were deep, cockhead kissing against that sweet spot inside you repeatedly. he buried his face in your neck, kissing your warm skin. his hand searched over the sheets for yours until he found it. his fingers locked with yours and he gave you a loving squeeze. it was little actions like this that reminded you of how much he adored you. and you reveled in the little acts of love, thankful to have a boyfriend that cared enough for you to show his love for you after arguments.

“seonghwa,” you breathed between moans. “i love you.”

seonghwa smiled. you forgave him. “i love you, too.”

YUNHO

“i love you. so damn much. gonna make you feel better, baby.”

yunho’s breath was hot against your ear. his lips rested just at your temple as you sat across his lap, your arms around his shoulders while one of his hands touched you between your thighs. two long fingers stuffed your leaky hole, making you mewl into his neck. he felt your hold on him grow tighter, and he smiled. he kissed your temple. he scissored you open, preparing you for his cock later, fucking your pussy with his fingers until he felt your slick begin to drip down his hand.

“l-love you,” you whispered, though it was almost too much to manage as his fingers brought you closer to an orgasm. “i feel s’good, yunho.”

and yunho kept making you feel good, eventually breaking you apart on his cock and fucking you until your argument was long forgotten.

YEOSANG

“please, wanna know how good i’m making you feel. wanna make it up to you.”

yeosang’s hands were placed on either side of your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock. he watched you, witnessing the view of you above him, your head rolled back and mouth agape. you looked divine like this, and all he wanted to do was make you feel this good forever.

your hands found stability on his thighs as you began to lose yourself to the pleasure. “i feel good, yeo. fuck, so good.”

yeosang urged you to an orgasm, cursing under his breath as he watched you fall apart from above. you clamped around him like a vice and his cock throbbed with need to release, but he withheld his own end. he flipped you over until you were flat against the mattress, taking his spot above you. he didn’t waste any time before sliding back into you with a languid thrust.

“give me one more, please. don’t wanna stop until i’m sure i’ve earned your forgiveness.”

SAN

“don’t wanna fight ever again. just wanna be with you like this. god i’m so sorry, baby.”

san hugged you tightly, keeping your frame firm against his. your back was against his chest, his hands fondling your breasts, and his mouth at your ear. his cock drove into you so deep and slow it made your brain short circuit, turning to mush in your skull. he fucked you with practiced precision, it was like he was trying to use his body to tell you how sorry he was. one of his hands left your chest to grip the bend of your knee and pull your leg up to offer him a better angle.

with each thrust, the memory of the argument began to vanish. all you were able to think about was him and the rapidly approaching orgasm. “i forgive you, san, just make me cum. please, please, please!”

“oh baby,” san cooed with a kiss to your ear. “don’t you worry. i’m gonna make you cum. gonna make you fall apart, and then do it all over again. gotta make up for all the lost time, yeah?”

MINGI

“sorry, sorry, sorry. let me kiss it better. please, baby.”

mingi’s large hands gripped at your thighs firmly but tenderly. he had you splayed open before him as he feasted on your essence, pouring every ounce of himself into your pleasure. his pointy nose bumped your clit just as his tongue passed between your folds and your back arched prettily off the mattress. he needed to make you feel good to make up for the fight, to use his tongue to show you how truly sorry he was.

“mingi, ‘m gonna cum…” you sounded so sweet, and fuck, you tasted even sweeter. he pressed his face further into your cunt.

“gonna make you cum as much as you want to, baby.”

WOOYOUNG

“wanna make you cry from pleasure, not from pain. fuck, i’m sorry baby.”

wooyoung’s thumb wiped a fallen tear away, palm warm against your cheek. he gazed down at you just as he pushed himself in again. your lips trembled and brows furrowed; you looked so beautiful when you cried from how good he was making you feel. it was a much better sight than seeing you cry after arguing with him, and much better than hearing your sniffles from the locked bedroom. he caressed your cheek with his thumb while his hips quickened in tempo, cooing at you sweetly as you began to whimper.

“wooyoung, please.” your plea was soft, broken. he soothed you with kisses against your forehead. he kept the same pace, hips gliding back and forth until you were coming undone underneath him.

he was there to console you, to guide you through your high with tender touches and words.

JONGHO

“i love you. please, need to hear you say you still love me, too.”

jongho wasn’t able to keep his hands off you. he caressed your frame, attentive to every dip and curve, as his cock slid in and out of you. you were breathless under him, mouth opening and closing like you were attempting to speak. “please, baby.”

you swallowed a moan. you gripped his wrists at either side of your face, holding onto them like a lifeline as you tried to gather your thoughts. “i lo—” a moan, “love you, jongho. s’much.” and no argument could ever change that.

jongho dipped his head down until his forehead was against yours. his eyes found yours, and he adored the way yours were glazed over from the pleasure. he smiled lovingly, and the sight made your insides flutter. “you’re amazing.” jongho followed up his words with an increase in tempo, fucking you deep until you fell apart under the weight of pleasure and love.

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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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✧ Ateez Mingi x gn!reader ✧ words: ~900 ✧ genre: angst, comfort ✧ warnings: none ✧ prompt: kissing away tears

Sadness overcomes you again. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry over this anymore, especially not today, yet here you are - tears welling up in your eyes, and you know it’s only a matter of time until they start trickling down your cheeks. You’re supposed to go on a date with your boyfriend Mingi for the first time in a while, having a few relaxing hours just to yourselves, yet here you are, hiding in your room mere minutes before he'll pick you up, and unable to control your feelings.

In between silent sobbing, you hear the sound of the doorbell, and you’re not sure if you’re supposed to curse his timing or your feelings, so you simply curse without any particular aim, spitting out the word “fuck” through gritted teeth. You straighten your back and you take a deep breath, trying to focus on happy thoughts only. The doorbell rings a second time, and you shout,

“I’m coming!” You’re proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady, but when you rush to the door and you walk past the mirror right next to it, you can see your reddened cheeks and your puffy eyes - it’s obvious that you’ve been crying. The realization hits you like a punch right to your guts, and you open the door hesitantly.

“I thought you’d never open the door for m-” Mingi greets you in a jokingly strict tone, but his expression softens immediately when he sees your face. “Have you been crying?” he asks, and you shake your head despite the obvious.

“Just come in for now… I still gotta… check my outfit again,” you come up with a mediocre excuse to rush back to your room where you could hide from him. Trying to erase the worried expression in his eyes from your mind as he lets himself in and closes the door behind him, you start running, and you only stop when the door to your room is safely closed against your back. The cool material of the door against your palms and outstretched fingers clears your head a bit, but you still have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep more tears from falling. And then, just when you’re about to walk over to one of the drawers in order to get a tissue to wipe the tear stains off your face, you hear someone knocking. You turn on your heels in the middle of the room, and you freeze up when Mingi opens the door and peeks inside.

“Can I come in?” he asks, his voice small, quite fitting with the way he ducks as he walks in with careful steps once you nod slightly. He comes to a halt a few arm lengths away from you, but the way he furrows his eyebrows tells you that he really wants to do something for you, he’s just not sure if you want that as well. You take a deep breath, making your mind up to explain your state to him.

“I’m sorry…” you apologize, because you feel like you’re about to ruin this date that you’ve both been waiting for so long. And then, you break down crying once again. You stand there sobbing and feeling nothing but sorry to your boyfriend, until you sense his presence right in front of you and he puts his arms around you very carefully. His touches are light, until you nestle into his embrace and he takes that as a sign to hug you properly. He puts one of his hands on top of your head to hold you close, and when you’re starting to feel safe because he’s with you, you also feel him pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, lips wandering along the traces the tears left behind when flowing down your face. He doesn’t say anything, maybe because he doesn’t know what to say, but from his actions you can feel how much he cares about you and how much he wants to comfort you. Eventually, the urge to cry more subsides, and the tension slips away from your body, leaving you in a state of safety and calmness.

“Sorry again… and thank you,” you whisper, and your boyfriend takes a step back, bringing some distance between the two of you so he can look at your face properly.

“It’s okay,” he replies. “Wanna relocate our date to your living room? We can watch a movie and order food if you don’t wanna go out.” You think about it for a moment. You don’t want to ruin the entire plan for Mingi, but a glance at his eyes, in which you find nothing but care and sincerity, fills you with confidence that he’d be okay with anything, so long as he can make you happy.

“That sounds like a plan,” you agree, before wrapping your arms tightly around him to share another hug with him.

“And… if you wanna talk about it, you know…” he stammers a bit clumsily, and it puts a smile on your face.

“Thank you,” you answer, and then you add, “Maybe later.” For now, just having his comforting presence right next to you is enough.

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sxcret-garden · 18 days

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Ateez Reaction ღ Asking them to teach you how to fuck [M]

ღ Ateez all members x fem-bodied!reader (some parts can be read with a gn!reader though) ღ genre: smut reaction (best friend!Ateez x inexperienced reader), (implied) friends to fwb/friends to lovers in one part ღ warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

Author’s note: This is definitely not what I had planned to write today but oh well :’) I hope you guys enjoy~

Hongjoong:

when one day you somewhat shyly ask him if he would teach you how to please a guy he’s definitely surprised

but it’s also not like he sees a problem with friends hooking up? i mean - y’all know each other well and trust each other, so having sex shouldn’t be an issue

teaches you everything you wanted to know and then some more, until suddenly you can barely even remember that other guy who made you feel like you needed to practice so much anymore

he’ll be gentle with you, seeing how you don’t have much experience yet, and somehow he’ll end up pleasuring you first to help you relax

only when you’re about to cum on his fingers does he stop for a second to consider whether it’s really okay to go this far with you

but you’re enjoying yourself, and now you’re whining for him to keep going, so that’s what he does

makes you cum and then lets you rest for a bit, before he starts guiding your hands down his body

praises you for everything you do and gently nudges you in the right direction, until you have him cumming into your fist - but he won’t stop there

there’s just something insanely hot to him about having full control over what you do to him as he gives you instructions, and this is definitely also awakening some kind of corruption kink deep inside him

eventually you end up on top of him as he guides you down his cock and into a steady rhythm, having you ride him

and of course this becomes a regular thing between the two of you, both keeping up the pretense that you’re still just “practicing”, when really there’s a carnal need growing inside both of you that makes you always come back to each other for more

Seonghwa:

the first time you bring it up to him that you’ve been wondering if he could help you practice having sex he feels conflicted to say the least

of course he wants to help you!! but this is about having sex with one of his best friends, and he doesn’t know if he wants to cross that line with you

but at the same time it’s also apparent that your question is affecting him when you can see his ears turn red, and eventually he has to get out of there for a second to get himself a glass of water sakdfjlks

“So is that a yes?” you ask him when he comes back, and he almost spits the water back out aksdljfkjsd

“I-I’ll have to think about it, Y/N…” he somehow manages to stutter, before he forcibly changes topic

he needs a few days to calm down about this, but once some time has passed he figures it’s probably not a big issue if he helped you out a bit, right?

you agree one a few rules like no kissing, no actual intercourse, but he’s willing to let you touch him otherwise

and so you decide to start slow, with a simple handjob, and he actually finds himself enjoying the way he can tell you what to do, gently push you in the right direction, plus the sight of having your hands wrapped around his cock just does something very sinful to him - so it’s no surprise that you don’t have any trouble making him cum

but now he feels the need to pay you back, and so you let him finger you, and his skillful touches throw you over the edge in no time

you do this a few times, until eventually you find yourselves growing more needy, and you end up sucking him off while he eats you out, quietly turning it into a game of who can make the other cum faster in your mind

needless to say, now that you started casually hooking up you won’t be stopping anytime soon

Yunho:

he is SOSO flustered when you first ask him about whether he could teach you a bit about sex the first time and immediately says no aksjdklfsk

“Y/N, we’re just friends… shouldn’t you do that with an actual boyfriend?”

but you insist, admitting that you feel embarrassed about how inexperienced you are, and of course this guy reassures you that you’re fine the way you are, and once the right guy comes along he will surely be understanding with you

and as much as you want to believe his words, your insecurities prevail, until eventually you find an agreement that you can at least come ask him about stuff if you feel unsure about something so he could give you a verbal explanation

and you take him up on that offer pretty soon, simply because you’re curious kasjflkasdj

so when one day you ask him out of the blue whether guys prefer getting handjobs or blowjobs he’s a blushing mess first of all

“W-well, it depends on the guy…?” - so you ask him what he prefers and now he’s visibly uncomfortable

but he figures you’re just curious, so he tells you about how both is nice, it really depends on his mood, but he probably prefers a simply handjob most of the time

he loosens up a bit eventually, and as you continue talking about the topic and you ask him all kinds of questions, neither of you can deny that it’s affecting you

except nothing really happens afterwards, because you know he wouldn’t want to overstep that boundary

it’s only until a little later, when you’re both drunk at a party and he suddenly pulls you aside to tell you that he hasn’t been able to think about anything but what it would be like to have sex with you

and well, you pressing your body up against his does nothing to deflate that situation, and so you disappear in the nearest room where it’s just the two of you, and in no time clothes are flying off and your hands are all over each other

but despite the desperation that the both of you are feeling, he’s still careful with you, taking the lead as you spend the rest of the night fucking in that room

Yeosang:

he has no idea how to react when you ask him to teach you how to fuck, so it’s just awkward silence for a few moments

until he offers to treat you to a few hours with a sex worker instead ksajdflkjs

and well, that’s not exactly what you had in mind, because the point of you asking him was that he’s someone who’s known you for a long time and who knows you well

“Ahhh, I see… then sorry that I can’t be who you want me to be, but no.” (why does he have to say it so dramatically fksdjkfas)

you’re of course a bit disappointed, but it’s not like you don’t understand him - not everyone would want to cross that line with a friend - so you leave it at that for now

until one evening you’re together at your place, and you can tell something’s off about him - he seems fidgety and like he’s anxious about something, so eventually you decide to ask what’s up

and he doesn’t really want to give you an answer at first, but eventually he manages to force out an explanation

“Just… what you said to me a few days ago… I thought about it again… and maybe we can try it after all?” - you two talk a lot so it takes you a while to understand what he’s hinting at, but once you do, you’re immediately by his side

you reach for his hand as you’re sitting side by side, and somehow both your nerves are making it hard to do anything

“S-so… how do we start? Do we kiss?” he asks, and you agree that that might be a good idea, and weirdly enough as soon as your lips meet his and you fall into an unhurried pace, both your anxieties seem to be washed away

you get into his lap, and somehow you both just end up following your instincts, only breaking the kiss to tell each other what feels good, and then eventually in order to moan at the way you dry humping him is about to get the both of you off

you’re taking this very slow, but it becomes a regular thing for you to meet up in order to have sex from then on, both exploring and learning about each other’s body as you go

San:

another one who feels very conflicted the first time you bring it up to him

he doesn’t think mere friends should be doing this kind of thing with each other, but at the same time he can’t say he isn’t tempted

he says no at first, but the days after he just can’t stop thinking about you naked, on top of him, underneath him, you name it

until these thoughts start to haunt him in his dreams too, and he knows he can’t possibly be normal around you anymore if he doesn’t do anything about this

so he decides to help you out after all, under the premise that you won’t have any actual intercourse

instead, he teaches you how he likes to be touched with hands only, and eventually he also lets you suck him off

tells you exactly what to do that would drive any guy insane, gives you advice in between moans and at some point he will start rambling, until his high is coming so close that his train of thought just cuts off

and once he sees the state he put you in after cumming in your mouth - your glazed over eyes, his seed dripping down your lips before you lick it all up and swallow - he just can’t help himself anymore

“Shit, Y/N, let me fuck you, please,” he mutters, desperation in his voice

and as soon as you give him the okay this guy will be all over you, being rougher than you’d have expected him to be, fucking you as he’s led only by his instincts and his need to feel the warmth of your cunt wrapping around him

Mingi:

he’s another one who isn’t opposed to having sex with a good friend

actually, he feels a weird sense of relief when you ask him if you could practice with him, because he feels very comfortable with you and so he knows he too will be able to let go quickly

you start slow anyway, because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you - seeing how you don’t have much experience yet - and so he’s even more surprised when you reach for his dick pretty quickly

you ask if what you’re doing is good, and as you’re giving him a few strokes this guy is hard in no time

will put his hand onto yours to guide you into the pace he likes, but very soon he’ll simply leave it up to you, wanting to know exactly what you would do to him if he doesn’t interfere

and soon enough his sanity will start to slip away, and when he starts bucking his hips into your hand the dynamic shifts ever so slightly, because suddenly you don’t seem so inexperienced anymore at all as you dare to tease him about how needy he is

lets you make him cum onto his stomach, before you call it quits for the day, but you’ll be sure to come back for more soon

he’ll let you get him off in all kinds of ways, until eventually you two start experimenting with anything and everything you’re curious about, all under the premise of “practice”

and soon he too will feel the need to return the favour and get you off too, learning all about how your body reacts to his touch, and figuring out together what feels best for you

you’re gonna spend whole weekends at his place just fucking, and in no time you basically know each other’s bodies like the back of your own hand

and it’s more than likely that in the process this guy actually falls in love with you, and even though it’s still a whiiiile until he actually finds the courage to tell you that, he will make damn sure you won’t even think about wandering off to someone else

“You’re mine, Y/N,” - the words will repeatedly slip past his lips as he’s fucking you, and surely enough they do something to you too

Wooyoung:

you two tend to be very touchy to begin with - even though you’re definitely not in love he gives you kisses on the cheeks or your neck all the time, and when you’re having a sleepover you can be sure it will include a good amount of cuddling

so when one day he’s spooning you, focused on drawing random patterns on the skin on your arm, and you tell him that you’ve been thinking whether he would be okay with showing you how to properly please a guy he isn’t put off by the idea at all - though he is a little surprised, both because he was of the impression you had a lot more experience than you do, and because he didn’t think you’d ever consider him the right person to come to with a favour like this (like????? who else would be a better person??????)

and this guy is so gentle and respectful with you - he’ll ask exactly what you want him to show you, what you want him to do, will ask before whatever he does whether you’re okay with it or not,...

you just end up having really sweet sex as you help each other out of your clothes and you both get a little distracted worshipping each other’s body

there will be a lot of giggling as you slowly figure out what the other likes and what not, until you end up flat on your back, with his head between your legs, and suddenly all that light-hearted curiousity turns into a deep passion

he eats you out and makes you cum on his tongue multiple times, eager to please you and to see how many more of those sinful moans and whimpers he can draw out of you

until finally you grab him by the hair and pull him away so he would give you a break to catch your breath and to remind him that he was supposed to teach you how to do this stuff

“You asked me how to please a guy,” he replies. “This is how you please this guy right here.” - at this point he is absolutely pussy drunk, there’s no going back for him

will offer to get you off every single time you have a sleepover from now on (and mysteriously the amount of sleepovers you have is suddenly increasing drastically), but he will also exert some amount of self control beforehand and let you get him off too, before he makes you feel good

Jongho:

the first time you very awkwardly hint at him that you’ve been wondering if he’d be willing to teach you how to fuck he simply laughs

until he realizes you weren’t joking

panics internally as all the times he’s gotten off while thinking of you flash him by and he somehow manages to tell you that you’re just friends and you should really reconsider this!!!

he never actually gives you a proper answer on that day, and neither of you bring it up until like two weeks later

you’re both chilling with your phones in your hands, having made yourselves comfortable on his bed as you often do when you’re at his place, when he suddenly speaks up

“So… do you still want me to… teach you a few things?” he asks, not taking his eyes off his phone, and you can feel the nervousness radiating off of him - but as soon as you say yes that mood instantly gets replaced with confidence

“Then come here.” - he goes slow to figure out what you’re okay with and what not, but when you throw your arms around him once he starts scattering kisses in your neck as he hovers above you, he knows he can’t hold back anymore

gets you off on his fingers first, before he guides your hand to his cock and shows you exactly how he wants you to return the favour

“Wanna go all the way? Cause I’ve been thinking about this…” he admits, and when you say yes he doesn’t spare you any details

tells you about what he wants to do to you, and lets you decide which of his fantasies you want to recreate, until you end up in all kinds of positions, having him fucking one orgasm after the other out of you, until it becomes clear you’re getting tired and you really can’t take any more

you’re both very awkward after this, to the point you act weird around each other even in front of your other friends, who start wondering whether you had a fight

but as things normalize themselves between the two of you, you meet up again at his place

you decided prior to that that what happened several days ago was a one time thing, and you wouldn’t do it again

or so you thought, because as soon as you find yourselves side by side on his bed again, neither of you can deny that the only thing you’re thinking about is continuing where you had left off last time

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yeorisanaxox · 20 days

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ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ➤ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴛ8 x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ, sᴏᴍᴇ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ, sᴍᴜᴛ

sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ ➬ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs sᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ᴍɪɴɢɪ ᴅᴇᴀʟs ᴡ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ, ᴀss sʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ/ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴘɪɴᴄʜɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴄᴀsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ :,) ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ʜᴀʀᴅ ʟᴏʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ :)

ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ. You were trying to get dressed as quietly as you possibly could without waking up your boyfriend but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out where the hell you had tossed your damn pants the night before. Sure they had legs but they couldn’t just get up and walk off.

It had gotten so bad that you started checking in bizarre places like behind hoongjoong’s desktop and the little space between his headboard and wall but they weren’t there either.

Where the hell—

“What are you doing?” You jumped and whipped around to see your boyfriend sitting up on one arm. Not one wink of sleep was in his eyes, making you question how long had he been awake.

“I’m looking for my pants but I can’t find them…” you trailed off in your starting rant, noticing a certain glint in his eye and that’s when it clicked. That’s why he doesn’t look tired. Stalking up to his side of the bed and darting your hand out.

“Give me my pants.” You say with all seriousness.

“And why would I do that when this view is so much better?” Referring to you standing there in your panties. He teasingly bites his lip whilst reaching out to hook his finger in the band of them and pull you closer to him with one tug.

“How about you come lay back down and let me see you some more like this, and just maybe I’ll consider giving them back.”

sᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ. He probably wouldn’t have freaked out as much if it had happened at your place, knowing that sometimes yours and his laundry did get mixed up between visits. But because it happened at the dorms where any of the boys could’ve seen it. And just his luck, of course it was wooyoung who saw them.

“Hyung, I think you forgot something.” He turns and finds wooyoung skipping up to him with his hands behind his back. Did he? His laundry soap was sitting on top of his basket so it couldn’t be that. Did he maybe forget to empty the dryer fully? His face then flashes to something horrific at the sight of wooyoung holding your underwear just by the strap.

Never have he moved so fast, snatching the garment out of his hand, not without whipping him upside the head with them after.

“Ow!!”

“These are mine!” He spat stupidly, not thinking what he was saying. He was just trying to get them in the pocket of his sweats before any of the others saw.

“Since when do you wear—”

“You speak nothing of this. Nothing! Or else I’ll tell San it was you the one who spilt coffee on shiber.”

He didn’t even wait for his reaction before stalking off to his room, closing the door shut. Seonghwa let out a big sigh, pushing himself away from it and onto his bed where he then reaches for his phone and pulls up your contact to text you.

To y/n:

Found those panties you were looking for. You caused me quite the trouble. I think you should make it up to me…

ʏᴜɴʜᴏ. “What do you think about this dress, baby?”

Approaching him from behind, yunho puts his phone down to give you his— UNDIVIDED ATTENTION?? He gaped at the so-called dress you spun around in, the end just barely meeting your mid thighs and the material…well let’s just say, he could see your ass.

Out of nowhere, in your little fashion show, he starts laughing and clapping to himself, raising a frown from you.

“What’s so funny?” Folding your arms in offense. And just like that, he stopped, wiping his last fake tear before sliding forward to the edge of the couch with a more heartfelt tone.

“Baby. I can literally see your underwear through that dress.” He points at your rear, which you try and cover with your hands.

“You’re lying.” You scoff, ready to walk your way back to your room to see what he was talking about but his hand was quicker. Swiftly catching you by the thigh, he backs you into him and with the other hand, he grabs the end of your dress and pulls it up over the mound of your ass.

“Yunho!” You exclaimed and reached out in front of you to steady yourself on the coffee table.

“Yeah I can definitely see them now.” He chuckles darkly, sending chills down your spine as he fondled with one asscheek before delivering it with a hard smack.

“Bending over like this, anybody else would’ve seen them too…”

ʏᴇᴏsᴀɴɢ. The only time he ever really saw them was behind closed doors and that being just for a blink before tossing them somewhere on the floor.

So when you casually appear out of nowhere, walking up to him in one of his shirts and just your panties, he quite literally chokes on the water he was drinking and gaped at you as if you had grown two heads.

First of all, you looked stunning as hell in his clothes but seriously, what the fuck?!

“Are you crazy?!” He panics and hurriedly pulls you down into his lap, covering you both with some blanket that happened to be next to him.

“If one of the guys were to come back and saw you, I would never hear the end of it.”

Especially from wooyoung. God—He mainly wouldn’t let something like this go without endlessly teasing him about it for at least a month.

There then was a long moment of silence, the only source of sound came from the show playing in front of you that was long forgotten, that was till yeosang breaks it.

In the quietest of voices, you were still able to hear, “They’re really cute tho.” Despite his face being buried in your shoulder.

sᴀɴ. He’d usually knock before entering your bedroom when he knew you went to change but at the moment wooyoung wasn’t making any sense in his spawn of messages and on top of that, san’s phone was about to die.

‘Charger. Charger. Charger.’ Was the only thing going off in his head, almost making himself run into a wall because he was trying to respond at the same time that it didn’t even register to him that he had barged in on you until you let out a squeak.

“Oh—I’m sorry baby,” he instantly covers his eyes as if he hasn't seen you in your underwear before.

“It’s okay. You just scared me, that’s all.” Breathing out relief. “Good thing you’re here though,” your tone instantly switching to a more bubbly one. “What do you think about these? I got them for a great deal at the mall.”

He then removed his hand and looked as you gave him a little 360 of the new panties you were sporting. Cute and minimum coverage. Just how he liked them.

“So pretty.” His tone being soft while he reaches out to pull you in by the hip to get a better look. His fingers sneakily wander over the material and even more slyly pinches your cheeks, causing you to yelp and smack his chest.

To sum up the story, his phone eventually ended up dying so whatever it was wooyoung needed to say, it was gonna have to wait until he was done with you.

ᴍɪɴɢɪ. You were already long gone by the time he came back with a warm washcloth and a fresh pair of panties to clean you up with. All those times you teased him the following morning for falling asleep immediately, now look at you. He finally had something to get you back with. But for the moment, all he wanted to do is take care of you.

Gently, he spread your legs without waking you so that he could start cleaning you. Once he was done, he then shimmied on your panties, making sure they were comfortable sitting on your hips.

There. He thinks to himself, smiling suddenly at what he picked out. The red and green cherry pattern was in complete contrast to your purple bra that was peeking out over your tank top. So he may have or not picked them up just because they were cute but hey, at least you covered. That was his logic.

He pulls your strap back on your shoulder while also leaning down to press a tender kiss against your forehead, “I love you.”

ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ “wooyoung, please.” Bucking your jean-clad pussy into his hand, trying to get more friction. If you didn’t need him so badly and knew that you could make yourself feel twice as good, you wouldn’t even be putting up with his teasing. But the hard reality was that you couldn’t. And he knew that just as well.

That’s why getting you all worked up was more pleasurable for him. That if at any point he stopped, you were going to beg him til tears. He knew just how to get what he wanted from his little princess and exactly how to make her behave.

“So wet for me and I haven’t even taken these off.” He giggles in your ear, referring to the dark patch that was dead center of your crotch.

“Let’s see now. Can woo see?” He laughs again at your frantic nodding. His hands then work on the bottom of your jeans, popping it open before shimming them down your legs.

“My, my, my. What do we have here?”

Just as he expected. You had seeped right through your panties, which he couldn't help but notice they were the ones he bought you for Valentine’s Day. You only wore them on special occasions.

“You wore these just for me?” He cooes and grabs the top of them, and pulls them up so that the seat was rubbing right on your clit. You moaned loudly at finally getting some stimulation, basking in it as long as you can.

“We’re gonna leave these on. That alright?”

ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did you say yes to spending the night? You never spent the night. Not because you didn’t want to. Hopefully he never thought that for all those times you turned down his offer. It’s just that— spending the night meant sharing the same bed. And while that doesn’t seem too big of a deal, you were still nervous because you only slept in your underwear.

Sleeping was more comfortable that way and solely why you had always been afraid to spend the night. You didn’t want to weird him out with your little habit.

Sensing your hesitation to climb in the bed after him, he frowned as you stared at the empty space beside him in deep thought.

“Hey,” he reached out to touch your hand in a loving manner, drawing your attention from the empty space to meet his eyes.

“If you’re uncomfortable with this, it’s okay. I’ll sleep on the floor and you take the bed.”

“No, no! It’s not that. It’s just…” you take a long pause before letting out a defeated sigh. There was no other way to tell him at this point.

“I only like to sleep in my underwear. My legs get too hot if I’m in pants but I didn’t want to weird you out because this is your room and I have no right to do what I want—”

Mid rant, somehow Jongho managed to scoot closer to you without you noticing and pulled you down, shutting you up with a brief kiss.

“It’s okay, doll. You can sleep in your underwear if you want. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

He gives you an reassurancing smile whilst gently squeezing your hand. You return one of the same before letting out another sigh and stepping back to shimmy out of your pants. Blushing instantly at the way he eyed your panties, “pretty,” was all he said as he pulled you down in the bed with him.

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