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You stood in front of the full-length mirror in Mingyu’s bedroom, tugging at the hem of your oversized shirt. It barely covered the top of your thighs, and no matter how many times you adjusted it, you still felt… exposed. Too soft. Too thick. Not the long, toned legs you saw on every idol and influencer.

You sighed, turning sideways. Why can’t they just be smaller? The thought was automatic now, a quiet little voice that followed you into every dressing room and every summer outfit.

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest. You didn’t even hear him come in.

“Baby,” Mingyu murmured, voice still husky from sleep, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you lied, trying to pull the shirt down further.

He hummed, unconvinced. His hands slid down to rest on your hips, thumbs gently stroking the skin just under the hem. Then lower. His palms cupped the sides of your thighs like they were made to fit there.

“You’re staring at my favorite part of you again,” he said softly.

Your cheeks burned. “Gyu…”

“No, listen.” He turned you around to face him, tilting your chin up so you had to meet those big, earnest eyes.

“I’ve been obsessed with these thighs since the first time you let me put my head on your lap during movie night. Remember?”

You nodded shyly.

“I kept thinking… how soft. How warm. How perfectly they squish when I grab them.”

His hands demonstrated, squeezing gently, reverently.

“They’re so fucking pretty.”

You tried to look away, but he chased your gaze.

“I know you don’t like them,” he said, quieter now. “I see the way you hide them under long clothes even when it’s hot. But baby… they drive me crazy. In the best way.”

He walked you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, then gently pushed you down so you were sitting. Mingyu dropped to his knees in front of you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His large hands parted your thighs just enough for him to settle between them, cheek resting against one like it was a pillow.

“See?” he whispered, turning his head to press a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Perfect.”

Your breath hitched.

His lips were so warm, so deliberate. He kissed again, a little higher, then sucked lightly, just enough to make your fingers thread through his hair.

“Mingyu—”

“Hm?” He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes dark but so full of love it made your chest ache.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You didn’t.

He took his time, mapping every inch like he was memorizing you. Kissing the stretch marks you hated, tracing the softness with his tongue, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers while groaning like it was him getting spoiled.

“Love how they shake when I do this,” he murmured, giving a playful jiggle before kissing the spot again. “Love how they wrap around me so tight when you’re riding my face.

Love how they look with my hands all over them. They’re mine, yeah?”

You nodded, voice small. “Yours.”

“That’s right.” He nipped gently, then soothed it with his tongue. “Don’t ever hide them from me. I want to see them in my shirts. In your little shorts. In nothing. All the time.”

He climbed up onto the bed, pulling you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. His hands immediately returned to your thighs, spreading them wider over him, thumbs rubbing circles into the soft skin.

“You’re so beautiful it hurts sometimes,” he said, almost to himself. “And these thighs? They’re my weakness. My safe place. My favorite thing to hold onto when the world feels too loud.”

You leaned down to kiss him, slow and deep, and he sighed into your mouth like he’d been waiting for it all morning. When you pulled back, his hands were still kneading your thighs possessively.

“Gonna make you love them as much as I do,” he promised, voice low. “One kiss at a time if I have to.”

You laughed softly, burying your face in his neck. He smelled like home warm skin, faint cologne, and safety.

And for the first time in a long time, when his hands stayed glued to your thighs, stroking and holding like he couldn’t bear to let go… you didn’t want to pull away.

End.

Hope this hits the spot, anon 💕 Mingyu would so be the type to turn your insecurities into his favorite obsession.

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"You put that piece upside down."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

"I've built furniture before." You looked over the top of your phone. The shelf was, indeed, upside down.

You burst out laughing. Seungcheol narrowed his eyes.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing."

"Y/N."

"Nothing, grandpa."

Silence. Dead silence. Slowly, his head turned toward you.

"Excuse me?" You immediately regretted everything. But only a little. "Grandpa," you repeated.

His jaw dropped.

"GRANDPA?". You nodded seriously.

"Well, you did say you've built furniture before."

"I'M THIRTY-ONE."

"Exactly."

"THAT'S NOT OLD." You gasped dramatically.

"Careful, Cheol. Don't raise your voice. Your back might give out."

His mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.

The offended expression on his face was so ridiculous that you started laughing harder. "You think this is funny?"

"A little."

"A little?"

"A lot." Seungcheol pointed at you.

"You better run."

You immediately sat up. "Oh no."

"Oh yes." The look in his eyes was enough warning. You jumped off the couch.

He stood up.

You screamed.

Then sprinted. ---"GET BACK HERE."

"NO."

"YOU CALLED ME OLD."

"BECAUSE YOU ARE."

"I'M LITERALLY YOUNGER THAN SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE ACTORS."

"AND THEY'RE OLD TOO."

"Y/N!"

You were laughing so hard you nearly ran into the kitchen island. Unfortunately for you, Seungcheol had years of idol training.

And unfortunately for you ,he was faster. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You shrieked.

"SEUNGCHEOL."

"Gotcha."

"No fair."

"It's completely fair." He effortlessly lifted you off the ground despite your dramatic protests.

."You know what happens to people who call me old?"

"What?"

"They face consequences." You immediately started struggling.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Then his fingers found your sides. The scream you let out could've shattered glass.

"SEUNGCHEOL!"

"There she is."

"STOP."

"You called me grandpa."

"I TAKE IT BACK."

"Too late." You dissolved into helpless laughter as he mercilessly tickled your sides.

"CHEOL—"

"Who's old?"

"YOU."

"Wrong answer."

"AHHHH." More tickles.

More laughter. More fake suffering.

Until eventually your legs gave out completely.

Seungcheol finally stopped and collapsed onto the floor beside you. Both of you were breathless. You glared at him.

He grinned.

"You deserved that."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

Unfortunately. He was right.---A few minutes later, you were curled up together on the couch again.

This time with your head on his chest. The abandoned shelf sat in the corner. Still backwards. You noticed it immediately.

A smile tugged at your lips.

"Cheol."

"Hm?"

"The shelf is still wrong."

He groaned. "Don't start."

"Maybe it's because your eyesight is getting bad."

The silence that followed was immediate .Dangerous. You looked up. His eye twitched.

"Y/N."

"You know, it happens with age."

"Y/N."

"I heard there are vitamins for tha—"

Before you could finish, he pulled you closer until you were trapped against him. You laughed.

"Cheater."

"Say one more thing."

"Old man." His arms tightened around your waist.

"You have exactly three seconds."

"What happens after three seconds?"A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"The tickles come back." You gasped. Then immediately buried your face in his chest.

"Okay, okay."

"That's what I thought." For a moment, the room fell quiet.

Warm.

Comfortable.

Safe.

Seungcheol pressed a kiss against the top of your head. Then another. And another . Just because he could. You smiled into his shirt.

"Love you, grandpa."

His horrified gasp echoed through the apartment.

And your laughter followed right after.---

Milli says: This man would absolutely start a full wrestling match over being called grandpa. Meanwhile reader has zero survival instincts and keeps doing it anyway 🤚🏻💀

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