Ateez as your boyfriend: Mingi
cw: daddy (biological, dead), daddy (mingi), pickle juice, mentions of boy scouts, interventions, forced paper-bag wear, NSFW, penis-socks, penis-naming
You know you shouldnât complain. You canât complain â not when youâre sat in your Gangnam apartment, sorting through a mountainâs worth of requests from Seoulâs music-industry top-dogs, all begging you to dress their talents.
And so, you really, really shouldnât complain. But⌠lately, somethingâs just beenâŚ
Something you canât quite put your finger on.
It hits you again tonight, as youâre flicking through the requests youâve been sent over the last week.
Fromis 9 want a cute, yet casual styling for their comeback. Pleated skirts and croptops, with subtly vivid colours that make the outfits pop.
SM are requesting a pastel, scout-themed styling for NCT Dreamâs new song, "Lover Boy In The Tent" â thigh long shorts and quirky-looking shirts, preferrably encorporated with feathers and rhinestones.
Oh My Girl â cute, summery pastel outfits.
TWICE â cute holiday outfits with flowers.
Red Velvet, cute. Seventeen, cute. Block B, cute. Cute, cute, cute.
It washes over you then, that strange discomfort, causing you to drift off â off and away from the work youâve procrastinated doing all day.
You stare blankly at the requests in front of you.
Disinterest, you realise. That unfamiliar, off-putting feeling thatâs plagued you lately. Itâs boredom.
Your realisation is followed by a sting of fear. You love your job more than anything, and cute concepts are your specialty â itâs how you dress in your personal life, and you love to experiment with clothes and materials â there is no way youâre growing bored.
You shake your head, pressing your palms to your eyes until you see stars. No, you decide, youâre not bored. Just overworked and sleep-deprived.
Pushing the feeling away, you pull out SMâs request form, and get started on NCT Dreamâs outfits.
"Checkered shorts for Chenle. Make them longer, just above the knees â more rhinestones on his beret, too."
"Velvet shirt for Jaemin, just to make him stand out a bit more. Maybe baby blue Oxfordâs to matchâŚ"
"No, just plain white ones, actually- heâs already got blue shorts, and-"
You look up from the notebook youâd been muttering thoughts into to see your assistant, Minhyuk, waving a hand in front of your face. You groan, pulling your hair out of your face.
"Sorry Hyukkie~" you whine. "Iâm nearly done here, Iâve been stuck on these outfits for ages. Weâll go bowling soon, I promise."
"No, y/n, thatâs not it!" Minhyuk says, clenching his hands into fists in front of his chest. "There- thereâs a new client requesting your services."
"Oh. Just put their request form in the pile by the water-cooler, Iâll look through it in a while."
"N-no, y/n. It- uhm⌠thereâs no formâŚ" Minhyuk says.
"So⌠there is no request, then?" you question, raising an eyebrow.
"N-no, there um⌠there isâŚ" Minhyuk bites his lip, cluthing his pastel pink fanny-pack that he always wears around his waist. "Um⌠they-"
"Annyeonghaseyeo, stylist-nim~"
A deep, velvety voice calls out from behind you, shooting shivers down your spine. You turn, startled, to see a tall man, biting his lip. Heâs dressed in heavy, black combat boots, black cargo pants lined with pockets and straps, and a black mesh top. He is a stark contrast to the pale pinks, blues and yellows of your office, so much so that you have to stare at him for a moment for your brain to catch up.
The man smirks at you. "Haha~ Koyangi got your tongue?~"
You blink a few times, absentmindedly.
"S-sorry-" you blurt, "I didnât expect- uh- wh-what can I help you with today?"
"Iâm an idol," he says, "ATEEZ. Ever heard of us?"
"Haha⌠cool. We need a stylist. Our company is taking ages getting us one, so Iâm taking matters into my own hands."
"And you came⌠to me?" you ask, absolutely bewildered. Why this man- this ATEEZ-member, dressed in all-black, belts and straps, would come to your building, where the interior design, the workers, the mannequins are all pastels, is beyond you.
"My boy Chenle says youâre Seoulâs top-fashionista." The man shifts his weight, tipping his head back. His pecs flex under mesh top. You try to focus on his face instead, blushing. The corners of his lips curl up into a knowing smile. "Why donât we go speak somewhere ⌠more private."
His eyes flick over to Minhyuk. He yelps like a frightened dog.
"Itâs okay, hyukkie⌠Go get a slushie for us both while we talk. Weâll go bowling as planned after," you promise, shooting him a small smile.
"O-okayâŚ" Minhyuk says. He turns to leave, then stops, and turns towards the man again. "B-but- but ⌠donât you dare hurt y/n! Or youâll have me to deal with!"
The man cocks a brow. Then he looks to you again, smirking. "Weâll see."
Once Minhyuk has left the room, you go to talk in a meeting room, and the man sits across from you with his elbows on the table.
For a moment, there is silence. You clear your throat. "⌠I⌠I never caught your name," you say awkwardly, fidgeting with your pen.
"Ah, sorry. Iâm Mingi," the man says. He pauses, smirks, before saying: "But if all goes well, youâll be calling me something else very soon."
You arch an eyebrow in confusion.
He seems to take notice, and shakes his head dismissively. "We want a badass, sorta concept. Donât care what, so long as we give a kinda⌠I wanna be him, I wanna be with him, I donât wanna fight him though."
You nod, slowly. "That isnât really⌠my area of expertise."
Mingi pouts. "But it could be, right? Please?~ Iâm kinda in a pickle here, sweetcheeks."
You bite your lip. "I wouldnât⌠be good at it."
"Practice makes perfect," he responds. He gets up and slowly begins walking around, approaching your side of the table. "Iâll even give you my personal assistance." He slides a finger across the parting of your hair. "In any⌠way- damn, youâre a greasy girl."
You flinch at Mingiâs words, reaching up to grab at your hair, protectively. You blush. "It- Iâm overworked, okay!?" you defend. "I havenât had time to shower."
Mingi looks at you, then he shrugs. "Thatâs okay. Daddy likes his baby girls stinky."
Your entire face goes bright red. What have you gotten yourself into!?
- Not ever having had a father figure in your life, you experience a real sexual awakening in the meeting with Mingi. For this reason you decline to work with him, promptly kick him out of the building, and go bowling with Minhyuk and your guniea pig Balthazaar.
- After your 700th rhinestone on Chenleâs scout boy beret, you canât taje it anymore. You look up Mingiâs phone number in the yellow pages and beg for his business back. Mingi chuckles over the phone, and whispers "I guess I could give you our business back⌠if you let me take you out on a dateâŚ" Thankfully, Mingi canât see the way your cheeks go bright red. He can, however, hear the flustered voice in which you accept.
- For your first date, Mingi takes you to McDonalds. "Greasy food for my greasy girl," he winks, before ordering three double cheeseburger meals and a large Pickle Juice Sports Drink. Heâs broke from the stylist deposit, so you end up paying.
- Mingi loves pet names. He calls you "babygirl," "baby," or "my greasy girl," all of which give you butterflies. You call Mingi âFungi,â because heâs a fun guy.
- The only man Mingi tolerates being around you is Minhyuk, because "heâs almost more babygirl than you are." For this reason, you donât get to meet the rest of the ATEEZ until you have to dress them, seeing as it is your job, but Mingi makes them all put paper bags over their heads.
- Mingi frequently insists on letting Balthazaar the guniea pig sleep in your bed.
- The ATEEZ-members eventually get tired of wearing paper bags everywhere, so they stage an intervention. Mingi cries a lot, but eventually, he agrees to let them meet you properly.
- Mingi loves to be called âdaddyâ in bed. If you use his real name, he pretends he canât hear you.
- He is very possessive, and will frequently leave hickeys on your neck so everyone knows who you belong to. At one point, you wore a turtleneck to cover them up, so now he leaves hickeys on your cheeks instead. After, he says "Iâm sowwyâŚ" and pouts, which never fails to make your annoyance fade. Heâs just so goddamn cute!
- Mingi calls his dick âMikey.â In the winter, he wears a penis-sock shaped like a motorbike to keep warm. He calls it "a bikey for Mikey."
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