#fluff:mingi

[12:48 pm] you and mingi were on a study date per his request, claiming that he needed your help with some parts that he didn’t understand in maths class.

“ugh this problem is so difficult i can’t solve it. i don’t understand why do we have to study such hard things.” he said, followed by a heavy sigh as he ran his hands through his fluffy green hair. he was feeling down and you tried to think of something to help him cheer up and be motivated to continue studying.

“hey mingi, how about i help you with it and if you get it right you get a reward of your choice?” you offered him and his face immediately lit up as he nodded.

you helped him with the problem, explaining the steps and equations for him as he followed. a few minutes later he finally solved the problem.

“i knew you could do it, you’re so smart.” you praised him and he shyly giggled.

“i couldn’t do it without you, y/n. thank you.” he said as you chuckled at his cuteness.

“so what do you want as a reward?” you asked, surprised as he inched closer to you, so close that you felt his body heat.

“c-can i kiss you?” he shyly asked and you were slightly taken back by the sudden request, but eventually you nodded.

once he got your approval, he cupped your face in his big hands and locked his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. the kiss was just like you imagined, soft and sweet. it only lasted for a few seconds before pulling away.

“i love you, y/n.” he softly whispered, his nose brushed against yours. you didn’t say anything, instead, you pulled mingi into another kiss. this time, it lasted longer as you enjoyed each bit of it.

[ 5:32 PM ]

It was a rather long day with your feet dragging across the pavement to get to your doorstep, muscles aching as you bare to twist the key into the lock. You just hoped for some sort of miracle to put you out of your misery, perhaps a fluffy bed to face plant against.

You swore you could’ve mistaken that tall dark figure in your unlit living room for a random pillar. It wasn’t uncommon to have Mingi randomly show up to your apartment once in a while.

“You should’ve called me, Mingi” You weakly chuckled, throwing your bag and keys onto the small table beside you by the door. 

“I wanted to surprise you” You could almost melt in his arms the moment he wrapped them around you, rubbing your back in comfort as you close your eyes with your head rested against his chest. 

“You come here every day,” Every day may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it certainly felt that way “, how is it any more of a surprise?”.

“Can’t I just say I wanted to see you?” Now you were ready to melt with his lips pressed against the top of your head, rocking you back and forth gently.

“Don’t you get tired of seeing me... tired all the time?” Your eyes were droopy, just open enough to barely see him sheepishly smile down at you.

“If we’re being honest, seeing you tired makes me tired so now I want to nap” 

“I want to nap too,” Your legs were like jelly, you would’ve collapsed onto the floor into a deep sleep if it wasn’t for Mingi holding you up “, right here”.

“The couch is right there, love” 

You groaned, letting your head fall back as your eyes shut close with no possibility of opening again. Until you felt your feet being lifted off the ground.

It felt like the world was off your shoulders the moment Mingi planted you onto the couch, pushing his body between your legs before snaking his arms around your waist. The ball of red fluff lies against your chest, tickling your stomach with his heavy breathing as you run a hand through his red fluffy hair.

“Are you comfortable?” It was such an effort to speak right about now, eyes flickering shut once again as your legs wrap around his torso.

“Anything is comfortable when you’re tired” Mingi groaned against your stomach, sending vibrations down below as you subtly squirmed from the ticklish feeling.

“I need to make dinner soon...” 

“Forget about dinner, just order in...”

“Save the money...”

“Doesn’t matter... we’re hungry...”

“Aren’t you tired, darling?” Mingi’s eyes remain close as he mumbled into the pillow, arms stretched in front of him as you sat on his lower back gently massaging his tense muscles.

“I’m never tired for you” A soft groan emits from below, Mingi was most definitely enjoying the last pamper from you of the day. 

“Lying is not nice, darling” Mingi chuckles, repositioning his head to a more comfortable way to talk to you.

“I’m not lying. You could never make me tired of you” A soft smile breaks out from Mingi’s lips, eyes still closed as you slowly come to a stop with your circular motions on his back.

“Whatever you say” You playfully roll your eyes at Mingi’s remark, leaning down as you roll off his back and come face to face with him on the bed.

“I can prove it” Before Mingi could say anything, you push your face closer to his, firmly planting your lips on his plump pink ones.

Your hand plays with Mingi’s red strands as your foreheads touch. Mingi’s eyes flutter open, gazing deeply into yours.

“Do that again” Mingi’s voice was soft, gentle as he wraps his arm around your back, thumb rubbing back and forth against the back of your neck.

You wasted no time before reattaching your lips back onto Mingi’s, except this time, he held you closer. You could feel the emotion leaking from the way he moved his lips with yours to the way his fingers started playing with your hair.

[ 5:01 PM ]

Minki 👑 is calling...

“Hello?” Mingi’s face appeared on the small screen, brightening it with his large gummy smile. “Hello! Are you home? I’m coming over so we can cuddle.” 

Mingi looked up from the screen, watching the street as he makes his way to your home. Little did he know, you weren’t home. “I’m not home at the moment, but I’ll be back soon. There’s a key under the pot” 

“Okay, I’ll be waiting!” There was no key under the pot, only an oblivious Mingi would believe that, he probably forgot that you made him a copy that was laying on his desk somewhere. 

The call hung up with a beep, you sigh in relief as Mingi checks off another part of your plan. You wait anxiously before clutching your phone against your chest, waiting for everything to fall into plan.

“Hongjoong, where is the confetti?” Hongjoong’s head popped around the corner, eyes widening as he came to the realization of his task. “I left it in the car, be back” Hongjoong dashed down the hall before rushing out of the door. 

Meanwhile, you inspect the project, the balloons floated to the ceiling as Mingi’s heart face hang from the strings. The dorm was unrecognizable as the boys refurbished everything to fit with this special day. 

“Okay, I got it. Everyone, grab a bunch and throw it at him” Hongjoong piles in with a bag of party poppers, everything was completed as you wait for Mingi to arrive. 

-

Mingi arrived at the doorstep, searching for the pot as mentioned before. He lifts the brown pot only to find an envelope with his name written on it. Mingi inspects it closely before ripping it open;

“My precious Mingi, 

        I won’t be coming home anytime soon. But do you know where to find me?

I’ll give you a hint; the day I finally said ‘yes’ was the day the milkshake said ‘whoops’.”

Mingi couldn’t help but smile, planting the pieces in his head as he reroutes to the diner, the same diner he happened to take you on a date, the same diner where his favorite shirt was stained with a strawberry milkshake. 

- 

“Okay, but do we cake face him or no?” San carefully slides the cake out from its little box, placing it on the counter for Wooyoung and Seonghwa with candles in their hands. 

“No! do you want to burn his face off?” Yunho lands a playful hit on San before observing the cake himself. “I do” This time, it was you landing a playful hit on Jongho as he’s fluffy head peeps into the room. 

-

There was another envelope, attached to the same booth of that nostalgic night. Mingi opened it, smiling as he chuckles to himself. 

“Oop - you just missed me. 

Ask Wendy for the bill!” 

Wendy was the waitress who had served you that night, Mingi sat at the booth, waiting for the waitress to come to his booth. Wendy struts towards the impatient boy, grinning widely as she prepped herself before handing over his surprise. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Mingi. Happy birthday!” Wendy slides a box across the table, Mingi eyes it carefully before lifting the lid. Wendy had disappeared by the time Mingi gawks at the little project in front of him. 

It wasn’t like he talked to you about it 24/7, but he never expected for his little cheesy idea to come to real life. Mingi's finger grazes against the hardened leather before lifting the book out of its box. 

“Song Mingi Adventures” Mingi smiles at the golden title before flipping through its contents. Page after page the butterflies in Mingi’s stomach fluttered wildly as entries of your relationship publish in front of him. 

“Notice the blank pages? That’s for more to come ~ I’m waiting in your messy room !!”

-

Jongho wasn’t having any of it, Wooyoung remained content in his spot, squishing the air out of Jongho’s lungs as the two huddle in the tight spot behind the couch. 

“Wooyoung, why couldn’t you find your own spot?” 

“Because I don’t want to”

“Shh! He could walk in any mo-”

The key twists in the lock, silencing the quiet blabbers as light filled the room. Your heartbeat quickened as you hear footsteps grow louder. “Huh?” You were able to peek through the little crack, smiling at Mingi’s surprised expression. 

“SURPRISE!” Silly strings and confetti shower the confused boy as he shields himself with his arms. Mingi collects himself, coming to realization at what was happening. 

“Happy birthday, Mingi!” Mingi’s eyes shut tightly as his gummy smile takes up his face. Yeosang carried the cake carefully to the front, the dancing flames slightly illuminating Mingi’s face as he chuckles at the surprise. 

“Goodnight, baby” The soft breathing next to you was a lullaby to sleep. Your fingers draw circles on Mingi’s bare chest as he slowly falls asleep to your touch. 

Your face deep in the crook of his neck with your legs entangled with Mingi as your eyelids become heavier by the second. Your finger movements become slower by the second and then your palm is flat on his chest.