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Hi!! ☺️ I love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a fluffy mingi where he finds out yn is sick so he goes over to take care of her with soup and medicine but then stays over and gets himself sick lol hongjoong finds out and sends a care package for them with double medicine and food. hehe thank youu 🩷
the way inspiration suddenly struck me with this one...i hope you enjoy it!! its a little more poly ateez with a soft bf!mingi focus.
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"baby..."
"no."
you were firm in your answer, even if your voice was thick with sickness. Any other time, you would have been delighted to let any one of your wonderful boyfriends into your room to look after you. they always treated you like you were made of glass but add in the common cold? it made your heart warm in the sweetest of ways that you were as precious to them as they were to you.
but now was not any other time.
it was the middle of comeback season.
you had seen their schedules - each of their phone calendars linked with yours, which you'd long worked out was the easiest way to all keep on top of responsibilities and still find time to be together. there was an endless amount of performances, filming obligations and guest visits stretching at least until the end of the month. it was already an exhausting endevour without your health getting involved.
when you'd woken up with a fever, hongjoong had looked heartbroken as he forlornly told you that they needed to keep their distance.
"we can't afford to get sick right now," he had said.
you'd understood. of course you did, how could you not? so you reassured each of your boyfriends that you understood and taken a step back. you spent most of the time in your room anyway, too tired from fighting off illness to actually do anything but sleep or watch tv.
you'd made a point to ban entry to your room but that didn't stop them from trying.
beyond the door, you could just imagine mingi pouting. "come on, please?" he pleaded. "i brought you soup."
"leave it outside." you insisted.
"baby..." mingi whined. "i just want to make sure you're okay."
"you'll get sick," you reminded. "and joongie will be mad."
"i won't get sick," mingi delibrately did not mention your point about upsetting hongjoong. "come on, i just want to feed my baby girl her favourite soup. it breaks my heart to know your unwell."
maybe it was how earnest he sounded. maybe it was your own emotional weakness at having been isolated for two days without your boys there for comfort. but you found your resolve faltering. you worried your bottom lip and thought surely, surely, 5 minutes wouldn't make a difference.
"fine," you gave in.
the eagerness in which mingi swung open the door made you smile. your younger boyfriend beamed at you from the doorway and shuffled in on sock clad feet. cupped in large hands, the promised soup was presented to you. it was strange how despite how long you'd been together, mingi's smiling face always made your heart lurch happily.
you murmured your thanks and tried to take the bowl from his hands but mingi moved the food away and tutted. his eyebrows furrowed together seriously as his bottom lip stuck out into a childish pout.
"i'm going to feed you," he declared.
"mins..." you sighed, a mix of irritation and overwhelming fondness. when he perched himself on the edge of your bed, you gave him space, pushing up on aching arms into a sitting position. it was hard to linger on the worries of infection or the upcoming schedule when he looked so pleased with himself.
you watched as he carefully positioned the bowl on your night stand and lifted the spoon, one hand underneath to avoid any spills.
"say ah," mingi urged.
you gave him an unimpressed look. mingi pursued his lips in imination. you relented far too easily but it was worth it to see the pleased look on Mingi's face. he was exceedingly careful as he fed you, each spoonful carefully cleared of drips on the edge of the bowl and presented towards you like it was the most precious of things.
mingi caught you smiling. "what?"
you nudged him with your knee from under the duvet. "nothing. you're just so cute."
he flushed and his smile pulled wider at the edges, making his eyes curl even more. you wished you could reach out and kiss those sweet lips, but you weren't about to spread the disease any more than you already were.
mingi fed you until your eyes grew heavy, your body slipping further back into the comfort of your pillows. you watched him carefully place the spoon back before tapping a finger against your belly affectionately.
"move up," he instructed.
you sighed. "mingi...."
"just for a little while," he insisted, "I miss hugging my girl."
"you can't pull the 'my girl' card," you complained, already shuffling over, "that's not playing fair."
mingi looked so pleased with himself, wiggling his toes as he swung his legs onto your bed. you can't say you didn't feel 100% time better in his arms, which curled around your waist and pulled you firmly against his chest.
"just for 5 minutes," you insisted.
mingi dropped a kiss onto your shoulder and nudged his nose against the back of your neck. "of course baby, 5 minutes."
-
hongjoong pushed hard on mingi's shoulder. the giant mumbled something under his breath before cracking one eye open to look at his hyung through strands of hair.
immediately, guilty panic rushed through Mingi. they'd promised after all, to keep their distance at least for a little bit longer. it was a hard agreement for them to make but they were supposed to be in solidarity. he grinned sheepishly.
hongjoong folded his arms across his chest. "Just dropping off medicine, huh?"
"and soup," mingi helpfully added.
it didn't help. "if you get sick before our final show, I will ban you from this room. no nights with baby."
mingi stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. "what if baby wants me here?"
"don't worry," hongjoong smirked, "im sure I can keep her occupied."
"without me?" mingi sounded aghast.
"go get ready," his hyung ordered, "and don't wake her up."
you sighed when your body warmer disappeared and mingi carefully tucked your cover around you. he smoothed hair off your face and couldn't help the fond smile that crossed his face when, even asleep, you angled your head towards his touch.
"worth it," mingi whispered the declaration.
hongjoong pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying something stupid, like agreeing with his reckless member.
the next day, when mingi coughed during the soundcheck - the kind that was rough and sounded like it hurt - the rapper deliberately didn't make avoided eye contact.
pairing﹢ateez x fem!reader
genre﹢smau + sfw. fluff, slightly suggestive, established relationship.
synopsis﹢you decide to prank your boyfriend, but the important thing is that you won't be single, at least for now!
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Hi!! ☺️ I love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a fluffy mingi where he finds out yn is sick so he goes over to take care of her with soup and medicine but then stays over and gets himself sick lol hongjoong finds out and sends a care package for them with double medicine and food. hehe thank youu 🩷
the way inspiration suddenly struck me with this one...i hope you enjoy it!! its a little more poly ateez with a soft bf!mingi focus.
wc: 1k
masterlist // requests: open
--------------------
"baby..."
"no."
you were firm in your answer, even if your voice was thick with sickness. Any other time, you would have been delighted to let any one of your wonderful boyfriends into your room to look after you. they always treated you like you were made of glass but add in the common cold? it made your heart warm in the sweetest of ways that you were as precious to them as they were to you.
but now was not any other time.
it was the middle of comeback season.
you had seen their schedules - each of their phone calendars linked with yours, which you'd long worked out was the easiest way to all keep on top of responsibilities and still find time to be together. there was an endless amount of performances, filming obligations and guest visits stretching at least until the end of the month. it was already an exhausting endevour without your health getting involved.
when you'd woken up with a fever, hongjoong had looked heartbroken as he forlornly told you that they needed to keep their distance.
"we can't afford to get sick right now," he had said.
you'd understood. of course you did, how could you not? so you reassured each of your boyfriends that you understood and taken a step back. you spent most of the time in your room anyway, too tired from fighting off illness to actually do anything but sleep or watch tv.
you'd made a point to ban entry to your room but that didn't stop them from trying.
beyond the door, you could just imagine mingi pouting. "come on, please?" he pleaded. "i brought you soup."
"leave it outside." you insisted.
"baby..." mingi whined. "i just want to make sure you're okay."
"you'll get sick," you reminded. "and joongie will be mad."
"i won't get sick," mingi delibrately did not mention your point about upsetting hongjoong. "come on, i just want to feed my baby girl her favourite soup. it breaks my heart to know your unwell."
maybe it was how earnest he sounded. maybe it was your own emotional weakness at having been isolated for two days without your boys there for comfort. but you found your resolve faltering. you worried your bottom lip and thought surely, surely, 5 minutes wouldn't make a difference.
"fine," you gave in.
the eagerness in which mingi swung open the door made you smile. your younger boyfriend beamed at you from the doorway and shuffled in on sock clad feet. cupped in large hands, the promised soup was presented to you. it was strange how despite how long you'd been together, mingi's smiling face always made your heart lurch happily.
you murmured your thanks and tried to take the bowl from his hands but mingi moved the food away and tutted. his eyebrows furrowed together seriously as his bottom lip stuck out into a childish pout.
"i'm going to feed you," he declared.
"mins..." you sighed, a mix of irritation and overwhelming fondness. when he perched himself on the edge of your bed, you gave him space, pushing up on aching arms into a sitting position. it was hard to linger on the worries of infection or the upcoming schedule when he looked so pleased with himself.
you watched as he carefully positioned the bowl on your night stand and lifted the spoon, one hand underneath to avoid any spills.
"say ah," mingi urged.
you gave him an unimpressed look. mingi pursued his lips in imination. you relented far too easily but it was worth it to see the pleased look on Mingi's face. he was exceedingly careful as he fed you, each spoonful carefully cleared of drips on the edge of the bowl and presented towards you like it was the most precious of things.
mingi caught you smiling. "what?"
you nudged him with your knee from under the duvet. "nothing. you're just so cute."
he flushed and his smile pulled wider at the edges, making his eyes curl even more. you wished you could reach out and kiss those sweet lips, but you weren't about to spread the disease any more than you already were.
mingi fed you until your eyes grew heavy, your body slipping further back into the comfort of your pillows. you watched him carefully place the spoon back before tapping a finger against your belly affectionately.
"move up," he instructed.
you sighed. "mingi...."
"just for a little while," he insisted, "I miss hugging my girl."
"you can't pull the 'my girl' card," you complained, already shuffling over, "that's not playing fair."
mingi looked so pleased with himself, wiggling his toes as he swung his legs onto your bed. you can't say you didn't feel 100% time better in his arms, which curled around your waist and pulled you firmly against his chest.
"just for 5 minutes," you insisted.
mingi dropped a kiss onto your shoulder and nudged his nose against the back of your neck. "of course baby, 5 minutes."
-
hongjoong pushed hard on mingi's shoulder. the giant mumbled something under his breath before cracking one eye open to look at his hyung through strands of hair.
immediately, guilty panic rushed through Mingi. they'd promised after all, to keep their distance at least for a little bit longer. it was a hard agreement for them to make but they were supposed to be in solidarity. he grinned sheepishly.
hongjoong folded his arms across his chest. "Just dropping off medicine, huh?"
"and soup," mingi helpfully added.
it didn't help. "if you get sick before our final show, I will ban you from this room. no nights with baby."
mingi stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. "what if baby wants me here?"
"don't worry," hongjoong smirked, "im sure I can keep her occupied."
"without me?" mingi sounded aghast.
"go get ready," his hyung ordered, "and don't wake her up."
you sighed when your body warmer disappeared and mingi carefully tucked your cover around you. he smoothed hair off your face and couldn't help the fond smile that crossed his face when, even asleep, you angled your head towards his touch.
"worth it," mingi whispered the declaration.
hongjoong pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying something stupid, like agreeing with his reckless member.
the next day, when mingi coughed during the soundcheck - the kind that was rough and sounded like it hurt - the rapper deliberately didn't make avoided eye contact.
✿ Summary: curse changbin’s disconnect from technology! what happens when you accidentally reveal your relationship on live.
✿ Pairing: changbin x f!reader
✿ Word count: 2.2k
✿ Tags/Warnings: the tiniest bit suggestive for a second… fluff, slightly crack-ish (?) (in the sense that this is VERY unrealistic lol). I have no clue how Instagram live works, just roll with it.
✿ Author’s note: second fic!!! this idea came to me the other day and I KNEW I had to choose my binnie for this oneshot <333 all that I could think about was the members poking fun at how he uses his phone kinda like a grandpa lol. please enjoy!!! (‘:
Comeback season was always rough on both you and Changbin. Even though you two lived together, your clashing schedules left little time for you two to coexist.
Changbin woke up before the sun would even rise while you had barely started sleeping. Working night shift at one of the busiest coffee shops in the city meant that you were too exhausted to even move at that hour.
You both loved your careers though. The two of you mutually understood that times like these would inevitably come. However, your relationship was strong enough to handle these moments ten fold. It just sucked coming home to your boyfriend already asleep each night from his own exhaustion.
Today seemed no different. You woke up sometime in the afternoon, sent Changbin a message that he likely wouldn’t see until his next break, and prepared yourself for work.
You were scheduled to work 3:00p-11:00p, as you were for the last nine days in a row, but you knew you’d end up having to work overtime. That’s how it always worked out. If the closing shift didn’t end with perfection, the morning crew would be on your ass. Sometimes - most of the time - you had to put in some extra hours to ensure that you could sleep in without the work group chat blowing your phone up.
What you liked the most about working nights were the quiet moments. It was rare, simply due to the convenient location of the cafe, but you soaked in those moments any time they happened.
You were in the middle of your shift, merely wiping down the espresso bar during downtime when your manager approached you.
“Y/N, do you ever take a day off?” she laughed, but you could see a glint of concern in her eyes.
“This place is my second home,” you lightly laugh, not wanting her to be truly concerned for you.
“Well, how would you feel if I offered you to go to your real home a few hours early tonight?” you furrowed your brows at her offer.
“Are you for real?” you ask, slightly skeptical. Nobody ever gets sent home early here. You cannot recall a single night where you needed less than three people on the floor at all times.
“I have never seen us this dead before. Seong-i and I can handle this on our own,” your manger smiled warmly at you. “Plus, you need a break. I don’t care what you say, go home and sleep a little extra tonight. I know that I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
You did not have to think twice. Matter of fact, you jumped at the opportunity. If Changbin’s schedule worked as planned, he should have gotten home about an hour ago.
“Thank you so much! I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say, smiling and waving to your manager as you grab your bag and head out the door.
Changbin had gotten home right on time. Everyone had been working their asses off, but Chan always ensured that his members got home when they were supposed to - even if it meant Chan stayed later. This was something that Changbin was both grateful for and slightly concerned with. Regardless, Chan made sure that the boy always went home on time, even if his home had been empty as of recent.
Once Changbin made it home, he immediately replied to your text messages. You likely wouldn’t respond until your lunch break, but he didn’t mind.
He hadn’t expected you to come home early at all. You decided to not message him, wanting your arrival to be a nice surprise.
Trying to think of ways to entertain himself before his nighttime routine, Changbin aimlessly scrolled through his phone. Sitting on the couch, his thumb hovered over the Instagram app.
It had been quite a while since he had gone live by himself. Even though he had been working all day, Changbin was an extremely outgoing individual and really wanted to talk to someone at the moment. Though he would’ve preferred if that person was you, he knew that you’d love watching the clips of him going live in the comfort of your shared home at a later point.
Just as Changbin was about to press the ‘start live’ button on his phone, you tiptoed past the front door, Bin immediately whipping his head around to see you.
“Y/N, baby? Are you real?” Changbin’s face lights up in awe, almost as if he genuinely couldn’t tell if his mind is playing tricks on him.
“Did you forget that I exist?” you tease as you stepped out of your work shoes.
“I could never forget you,” Changbin smiled, haphazardly tossing his phone to the side as he stood to greet you. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be home so early.”
Changbin took your bag from your shoulder and gently hung it up for you. Immediately after, he returned to your side and engulfed you in the warmest, tightest hug possible.
“They let me go home early tonight. I wanted to surprise you,” you mumbled directly into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent that reminded you of what home really meant.
“Surprised, I am,” he chuckled. “I won’t lie, I did believe that the exhaustion was playing tricks on me when I heard the door unlock.”
“Come on, let’s get comfy. I think we could both use it.” You slightly tug on his shirt, motioning for him to loosen his grip and follow you to the couch.
The second that you made it to the couch, he scooped you into his lap. Surprised, you let out a tiny yelp before laughing.
“Clingy much?” you tease.
“I haven’t seen you properly in ages. God forbid a man wants to be close to his princess,” Changbin jokingly groaned before burying his face in your neck.
It didn’t take long for the desire lingering in the room to catch up to the two of you. Changbin slightly lifted his head and began peppering light kisses across your neck, pausing when he found the spots he knows makes you go weak.
Between the sounds of gentle kisses and light panting, you gain the confidence to move your body to straddle Changbin.
“I have missed you so much, Bin,” you murmured sweetly in his ear.
“I’ve missed you so much more.” His tongue darted out to wet his already slightly swollen lips before mindlessly crashing them against yours.
What neither of you were aware of is, when Changbin carelessly threw his phone on the couch upon your arrival, his thumb accidentally clicked on the ‘start live’ button - Changbin had been live this whole time.
The comments had been going crazy.
“Why is the screen black?”
“Changbin, come save us from the dark.”
“Do you all hear talking in the background?”
“Who is in the room with Changbin? My bet is on Seungmin.”
When you two had come to the couch, they only started coming quicker.
“WAIT! WHO IS THAT?”
“WOMAN???”
“Uh…guys…I’m not sure that we are supposed to be here.”
“Oh. My. God. Princess? I’m actually melting.”
“There is no way that he meant to go live.”
Caught in your own world, you two were blissfully unaware. However, not seeing Bin in a while due to their different schedules this week, seeing the ring around Changbin’s profile picture that read ‘live’ instantly caught Jeongin’s attention. He was curious to see what his hyung was up to.
He, like the 20,000 fans in the livestream, opened the live to a pitch black screen. Turning up his volume, Jeongin’s blood ran cold. Hearing faint kissing and the unmistakable sound of your laughter, he knew he had to save his hyung.
Changbin’s phone was buzzing nonstop. You tried to ignore it at first, but it eventually became too much to zone out.
“Bin, you should probably answer that,” you say breathlessly, finally pulling away from the trance you were in.
“I don’t want to,” Changbin whined, dramatically pouting his lips to exaggerate the situation. “It’s probably work related, and I really don’t want them to take this moment away from me.” He began nipping at your neck again, knowing that always shuts you up.
Regardless, his phone buzzes about 10 more times before Changbin himself gets frustrated.
“Jesus Christ!” he groaned. “This better be good.” Changbin reached for his phone.
Instantly, all of the color drains from his face. The last thing that Changbin expected to see was his own reflection staring back at him alongside a chat of, now, 30,000+ people. Jeongin’s messages were coming in one-by-one at the top of the screen. He threw the phone back onto the couch as quickly as possible.
“What? Is everything okay?” you ask, concerned by your boyfriend’s reaction.
“I- I’m on live,” Changbin stuttered, practically whispering at this point.
“What?” you whisper-shouted back at him. “What do you mean ‘on live’? Like, right now? You are live right now?” you ask for clarification. Changbin simply gulps and nods his head nervously.
“Well, did you at least end the live?” you ask, hoping that he at least had enough clarity to end the live during his panic.
“…No,” he squeaked out.
“Changbin,” you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why on earth would you not end the live?”
At this point, the phone was facing the ceiling and fans were relishing the sound of you two panicking.
“I AM ACTUALLY DYING BRO!!!”
“Guys, I don’t think that this is scripted.”
“*grabs popcorn*”
“Holy shit, you all are messy.”
When your freshly manicured set comes to cover the camera, the fans freak out more.
“IT IS A WOMAN! I’M NOT CRAZY!”
“French tips? Classy, stay approved.”
“Get your hand off of my man’s phone.”
“I’m dead. Why did cb just throw his phone like that looool.”
“Okay, how do you turn this off?” you’re whispering as if they couldn’t still hear you through the phone.
“Um…I’m not sure,” Changbin mumbles. “I’ve only ever went live on the company phone. The buttons look completely different on here.”
“Cool. Great.” You were getting more anxious with each passing moment. Seeing thousands of comments rushing in only made you more nervous.
“What about this button?” Changbin suggested, pressing a button without hesitation.
Unfortunately for the both of you, it had only set off a filter, turning the whole screen blue.
“Cool, cool. That didn’t work.” Changbin seemed slightly more put together than you.
“Yeah, no shit!” you lightly pushed his shoulder.
“Hey! Language! We’re live.” It was hard not to laugh at your boyfriend during this insane moment. Of course this is something that would only happen to you two. “Yah! Laughing at me won’t solve this any faster.”
“Sorry,” you hiccup. “I’m sorry. You know I laugh when I get nervous.” You instinctively went to wipe the tear falling from your eye, uncovering the phone camera and accidentally showing the fans a glimpse of Changbin’s arm loosely draped around your waist.
“Okay, seriously, how do we end this thing?” Changbin furrowed his brows together, grabbing the phone for himself. Fans were hysterical as they now had a closeup of Changbin’s uber concentrated face.
“Hey, Bixby. Factory reset,” you began repeating, failing miserably at holding in your laughter.
“Yah! Quit that,” Changbin now laughed alongside you, smile as wide as ever.
“Binnie looks so happy!”
“This is lowkey so sweet.”
“FACTORY RESET HAHAHA! I LIKE HER”
“Look at his smile (‘:”
After an embarrassing amount of time, you and Changbin finally figured out how to close the live. For some reason, simply closing the app had not crossed your minds until a fan commented, trying to help you all out.
“I cannot believe that just happened.” You hid your face in the corner of his neck. “I think that I’m going to throw up.”
“That’s it. We are never stepping outside again,” Changbin declared in full seriousness.
“I don’t think your fans would be too happy about that decision.”
“I think my fans are probably bullying me on the internet as we speak,” he whined, holding you tighter as you laughed at him.
“Maybe this wouldn’t happen if you knew how to use your phone, grandpa.”
“Grandpa!” Changbin swiftly moved his hands from your waist to your shoulders, pushing you back enough to make direct eye contact. “You are so lucky that I love you,” he faked an angry face as pure adoration lingered in his eyes.
“I am lucky,” you beamed at him, moving one of his arms so that you could intertwine his fingers with yours. “Do you have any regrets? About people knowing about us now, I mean.”
“Honestly,” he exhaled, “not really. I wish that we could’ve had more control over the situation, but I feel like this reveal was so us.”
“Chaotic?”
“Exactly,” Changbin laughed as he placed a kiss to your cheek.
————————————————————————
Safe to say, neither of you touched your phones for the rest of the night. One incident was enough to handle.
As the two of you slept safely wrapped in each other’s arms, the internet - and the Stray Kids group chat - were popping off.
Stray Kiddos
ji: there is no way that just happened…
lix: I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
lk: laugh. just look at the screenshots of Changbin’s face all over Twitter.
bang: be nice, this could’ve happened to any of us
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Imagine mafia wooyoung, got beaten up during a police raid or an attack by a rival gang and when you finally get him back to you he’s like this - a little cut up, lip still bleeding in places when he talks, a yellow bruise forming on the curve of his jaw
And you touch him, so careful, so fragile as you scold him for things ending up this way. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you’re once again stuck with this terrifying reality that one day you could lose him. That these injuries were superficial but one wrong hit, one lucky shot, one guy with a weapon trying his luck and you’d never see him again.
But he’s looking at you with a wild grin, even through the blood staining his teeth, even though it hurts to move his face. Because the adrenaline is still pumping through him, his knuckles are bruised in the best way and his girl is in front of him, looking like an absolute angel
"don't worry baby," he promises, "you can't get rid of me that easily."
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