#mingi fluff

★ — pairing: Boyfriend!Mingi x Girlfriend!Reader

☆ — synopsis: You wake up cold, only to find your boyfriend hogging the blanket.

★ — word count: 708

☆ — warnings: Fluff, Fem!Reader, Big Mingi (Of course), kisses, cuddles, pet names: 'Baby' 'Pretty'. Lmk if I missed any!

★ — notes: Thank you to everyone who supported my first ever post - "Dad's Best Friend"! I can't believe it honestly, the likes, the reblogs, the followers I've gained. It warms my heart so much! Y'all... thinking of Mingi in a pink bed is just so freaking cuteness oh my goodness. Anyways! I decided to break the text up in this fic rather than having it all in big chunks, I think it looks way better! but tell me what y'all think! Please continue to support me on my writing journey! Enjoy!

The chill is immediate,

You shiver as your body is consumed by the cold. Unfortunately, you force your eyes open, quickly rubbing them with your fingers, attempting to erase the remainder of sleep. Sitting up, your eyes scan the bedroom, then your body... which, there is no blanket covering you. Your eyes travel to the giant body sleeping next to you, that sleeping body being your oversized boyfriend, Mingi.

A quiet groan escapes your lips. The sleeping man stole all the blanket...

His big body crushing one out of the two Miffy plushies that you kept on the bed. The pink colored Miffy folded under the weight of his chest, the poor stuffy would probably be wailing for help if it had the ability to speak. The other plushy, the white Miffy, was all the way down by his blanket covered feet, threatening to fall off the edge of the bed.

Goosebumps coat your skin, causing you to shrivel up slightly. A rude reminder from the cold, or maybe more so from the blanket hogger.

"Mingi." you whisper, placing a hand onto his blanket clad back, rubbing softly, feeling the warmth radiating from him. "Mingi." a little louder this time. You wait a bit for him to have some sort of movement, yet there's nothing. You sigh, taking your hand off of his back and bringing your hands to the prickled skin of your arms, moving them up and down to cause warmth.

Eventually, you try a new method to get warmth. Tugging on the blanket.

You start by curling your fingers into the hem of the blanket, gripping and pulling. Each tug gains more of your strength, you tug so hard you thought you pulled a muscle. The blanket is tucked under his body, or so that's what you can see. He's just so... big, his weight preventing you access to warmth. You give up on yanking the blanket.

Back to trying to talk him awake.

Your hand gently connects with his back yet again, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Mingi." a few seconds pass... "Mingiiiii." Pulling yourself backwards to check if this man was actually breathing. Once you confirmed he was still alive, you lean back down and press your lips softly to his ear, "Babyyy." no response.

Instant frustration.

You practically throw your arm to reach for the white Miffy plushy that was millimeters away from falling off the bed. Once it was in your grip, you launched it at his head. "Mingi! wake up!"

And finally, a groan, and slow sleepy movements. "Mmm?" A deep mumble that might as well have vibrated the bed.

"Seriously! you sleep like the dead! and I'm cold, you stole all the blanket! I'm freezing here, you are making me freeze to death! How dare y--!"

You're silenced with familiar plush lips against yours.

"I'm sorry, pretty." He pulls back slowly. A big hand cups your cold cheek, he then smiles softly. "Your nose is all pink, it's cute." his thumb grazed your cheekbone. "Stop it." You smile and look down at the pink blanket still covering him and only him.

Of course his gaze follows yours, and he knows exactly what to do. He begins to shift, pulling back the blanket, inviting you in. Also, uncompressing the poor pink Miffy. "You were crushing Miffy." you pout. Mingi laughs softly, grabbing the pink stuffy and placing it somewhere safe. "I'm sure she is okay. But, what about the white Miffy? you threw her." he raised an eyebrow. "She said it was okay to throw her." You shrug, quickly scooting into his space.

Mingi puts the blanket over the both of you, ensuring you are completely covered in the baby pink sheets.

"I'll be big spoon, m'kay?" he says in a whisper like tone. You nod in agreement. Shifting efficiently, feeling his big body behind yours, holding you close. The both of you fit together perfectly, In every way possible, just like puzzle pieces.

"Warm now?" he rubs your side. "Yes." you nod slowly, the warmth and him already lulling you to sleep. "Good." he squeezes your side in a comforting manner.

"Mingi?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Mingi smiles softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

"I love you too, baby."

pairings: mingi x idol!reader genre: fluff, one-shot a/n: I just wanted to post something so this is what I wrote like when I first started the blog, and I thought I'd write more, but I kind of like it the way it is!

You can only stare at Mingi, who's currently air drumming with pencils and engrossed in his own world, and wonder how this happened.

You honestly thought he didn't like you when you first met, and despite his assurances, you are still not convinced that he did. The cold stare he gave you when you'd knocked on the Ateez's dressing room door to give them your group's album had chilled your bones and you almost cried as you introduced your group. Thankfully, Hongjoong had come out to witness the introduction and thankfully accepted our album. (Mingi once begged Hongjoong to give it to him once you'd started dating, but Hongjoong refused).

From that moment you actually kind of feared him. You'd get nervous when he walked by, and if he noticed, he'd look at you weird. You couldn't hate him, not when he was visually exactly your type, but damn if you'd ever be caught in a room alone with him. You hadn't watched any Ateez content aside from the occasional music video or promo playing on a TV in a cafe, so you didn't know his personality outside of the cool and intense person he was when he was performing.

The day that image of him shattered was when you were in the MBC building, having just come out of the bathroom. Ateez was in the room right beside and Mingi was just coming out, the tone his voice high and scratching as he was complaining about Yunho not coming with him to do something. "COME WITH ME!" He screamed (similar to the way he yelled at Yunho for betraying him in that one show where they put flowers in each other's lockers).

He then turned his head, making eye contact with you, the weird idol girl he'd see around. He saw you stifled a laugh and immediately cover your mouth in shock before he went right back inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

When you saw him later, he avoided eye contact to an obvious degree, prompting Yunho to look in the direction he was avoiding, laughing animatedly and smacking his arm repeatedly when he saw you. You had been so embarassed that you avoided Ateez for a long time.

But for some reason, now that you had seen him to one embarassing thing, it seemed to happen all the time. You had literally witnessed him tripping over his feet as he passed you, his weird laugh when Jongho had said something while you were at the table next to him. You even watched him goofily do Hongjoong's hip movement from Crazy Form from the sidelines during showcase prerecordings as your group was up next.

Your personal favorite was when he was in the middle of a gutteral and goofy roar inside of his waiting room, facing the door as Yeosang was going inside. You'd just happened to turn your head in that direction, making eye-contact with through the crack in the door before that roar turned into a screech that was cut off by the door closing behind his fellow member.

The worst part was that every single time these things would happen, he'd somehow accidentally make eye-contact with you and freeze. You'd run away every time. He had to have hated you now that you kept seeing him in embarrassing moments. You figured you'd never talk to him for the foreseeable future.

"You have to take responsibility for me."

You looked at him dumbfounded when he'd approached you after you'd seen him miss the draw six times in a row when attempting to drink from a water bottle. "Huh?"

"Y/n, you've seen me in too many vulnerable positions and my honor is at stake. I don't think I'll ever be at peace knowing that a hot girl has seen me look like a bumbling idiot and she wasn't even my girlfriend."

"WHAT!?" "PLEASE, I'M EMBARRASSING MYSELF ENOUGH IN FRONT OF YOU. PLEASE GO ON A DATE WITH ME."

Mingi got scared as you laughed out loud at the memory.

"What?! What happened?"

"Nothing," you giggled, "I was just thinking about the time you first asked me out."

"Oh my god," he groaned, "Do not even speak to me."

"You know I thought you seriously hated me, babe."

"I did," Mingi admitted bluntly, and your mouth fell open. "Excuse me?!"

"There's a seriously thin line between love and hate, baby. I always thought you were hot and I hate hot people for no reason, they just make me angry. Then you saw me acting stupid with Yunho and I was so mad that this annoyingly beautiful woman saw me at my worst-"

"Your worst-?"

"But then I started paying attention to you and I was trying and failing to look cool in front of you but you never really made fun of me... you were always laughing and it was really cute and asked you out because I panicked."

"There is seriously something wrong with you."

"I know," Mingi sighed, "I am just crazy... for you."

⋆˚࿔ beach girl black!reader ❀ smart n sweet. strawberry shortcakes. bags galore. swore loyalty to boho, no matter the style. sol de janeiro loyal customer. personification of 2000s barbie. sweetheart. lowkey a rave lover. baker. beyonce enthusiast. daughter of property managers. literature and science nerd. a hidden love for tmnt and hot wheels (blame twin brother). claw clips found everywhere. linguistic. wired headphones and mp3 warrior

⋆˚࿔ surfer!song mingi ❀ born and raised city boy. always found himself near the coast, touching the water. finds home in the waves. surfer club. marine biologist major. shyness can consume him. surfer since a youngin. bag(s) holder. loud rave lover. blushes often. spot him by a dessert bar or at a ‘mom-and-pop’ shop. partially tatted. trinkets galore. gym rat. lightly poetic, only on paper

⋆˚࿔ mingi x y/n ❀ the ken to her barbie. consistent yap sessions. fashion hauls or uncommonly known facts in their realm. swaps of culture. beyonce fans by force (blame y/n). rochelle jordan listeners. partygoers. matching bracelets. manipedis & chilled margaritas. surfing lessons. girl next shore. drawings on the sand. late night trips to the convenience store and ice cream bars. on the low reality tv lovers. cd collections. rays of pink and yellow.

Summer is the hottest season and hot damn, do I wish it weren't. My sandal-clad feet drag on the asphalt, threatening to melt off right then and there, It's diabolical the way the Italian sun beats down on me even with an umbrella in hand and overhead. At the very least, Lily, is also suffering with me as we walk to the gelato parlor, Le Mezzanine. Supposedly it's the tastiest thing in town according to her copious amounts of social media consumption. The scent of food wafts all around the city, it's absurd how everything here is so obscenely delicious.

"C'mon, walk faster! The shop'll be closed by the time we get there at the rate you're walking!" I can only let out a disgruntled groan as I'm yanked towards the store.

Surprisingly, hardly anyone is there, must be the weekday afternoon perk, I imagine. I look over the flavours on the list, drooling a little at the idea of an icy sweet treat. Mango sorbet, pistachio, hazelnut, lemon… The simple choice is overwhelming in the heat. I look at the nice granny running the store and in atrociously accented Italian, attempt to ask for a sample.

"Excuse me… signorina, posso avere un campione di mango, nocciola e cioccolato, per favore?" I point at her list in hopes she can still understand. I'm met with a classic granny smile and her handing me all 3 flavours on different little wooden spoons.

As I'm tasting them, an absolute unit of men walk in. The tallest one, with pretty crescent eyes and a voice deep enough to catch my attention even from afar, has blue hair, a shade you frequently see at dusky blue hour. He's got a beauty mark under his right eye, kind of looks cute. The guy beside him, shorter in stature but with shoulders broad enough to easily compete, has longer black hair, faint freckles peppered on his face and dresses in all black to match. To his left, is a bespectacled man, the console in his hands noisy with clicking buttons and clicking joysticks as they squeeze into the tiny shop beside me and Lily.

My face turns red when the blue haired man rubs shoulders with me; it seems he hardly feels anything through the loose sleeve of the form-ftting cream linen button up he's wearing while I nearly topple over. It's not intentional but the small action defines just how truly solid he is.

I look away in an attempt to distract myself, tasting the sugary treat on my hands. They joke around behind me, roughhousing as guys do. I turn to Lily who has already long finished her sample, and is now ordering her gelato. I pout a little, unsure which one I like most but my existential pondering gets interrupted when the blue haired man bumps into me and the remains of my barely eaten hazelnut sample goes splat onto my chest, just below the base of my neck and gets onto the collar of my tank top.

He splutters in panic and scrambles to apologise, unending "I'm so sorry!" spilling from his lips. They're a nice shade of pink, matches the raspberry sorbet in the chiller. I squeak in surprise when he turns to the granny to ask for tissues and luckily she does.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, oh my god-" He peels the linen button up off his broad shoulders, the sheen of sweat a result of the summer sun. A form fitting white tank top is left behind, the bulge of his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows spit in worry. "Here, please, take this and cover up, let me get you something to clean up," before I can blink, it's wrapped around me and smells like warm cedar, sage and sea salt, a forest beside the sea perhaps.

"I-it's alright-!" I freeze up as he gives me a wad of tissues kindly given by the granny running the shop, his hands easily dwarfing mine. There's almost one foot of height difference between us, I have to crane my neck just to fully see his face. "It's really fine!" I wipe at my skin gingerly, face redder than a tomato as I drain the entire European supply of embarassment. The spill itself isn't embarassing. It's having an absurdly attractive man stare you down while you clean up that makes my heartbeat speed up faster than the melting sweet treats on my remaining wooden spoons.

I let him pluck them out from my fingers to toss while I clean up and then I pause. He looks familiar. The gears churn in my head, mentally flipping through manila files of faces and it clicks like to password to a lock on a vault. His hotel room, is right beside mine. I saw him on the balcony yesterday night.

"If you like, you can change into that shirt first, I'll take yours to get cleaned and I'll get it back to you as fast as I can. Again, I'm so sorry…Please let me make up for it, I'll pay for your ice cream too." I don't have the heart to be angry at him, he looks like a kicked puppy. His bottom lip protrudes out even more and I nod, turning to Lily.

"Give me a sec, I'm going to change," I tell her and toddle out to the bathroom. I take my top off and button up the linen shirt he gave me. It's far too large but oddly comforting. The fabric is sunbaked and has a warm clean scent that's hard to replicate. When I walk back in, he's pacing the floor, holding a large cup, with all 3 flavours I was tasting tucked nicely inside. He smiles in relief and his arms shoot out, the cup between his palms.

"Here! I didn't know which one you wanted so um… yeah. Where's your hotel? I'll have your shirt there as fast as I can." His lashes are long, they bat at me. I thought only girls could do that. Huh… go figure.

"The Limoncina, by the beach." I momentarily get lost in his eyes, they're pretty.

"Okay yeah, The Limonci- Wait- what?" His eyes widen like he's seen a ghost.

"The Limoncina…Room 42, 3rd floor." I twiddle my thumbs, eyes glued to the floor tile.

"You're kidding. That's just beside my room." He lets out a smirk, not of bad intentions, but relief.

I nod, bashful as I shovel a spoonful of the gelato in my mouth.

"Let me make it up to you. I'm Song Mingi, here's my number… and let me take you out for dinner tonight?" He hands me his number scrawled out on receipt paper.

I'm convinced he's the devil. I'm being charmed, I must be. That boyish face, the smile, it all pairs too well. And the devil will have you doing strange things, alright.

Pairing: Song Mingi x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Coming home and sharing earbuds together

WC: 1K

AU: Idol! Au

Genre: Pure fluff

Warning(s): Sleepy time, Mingi stripping (nonsexually), quick tiddy bite, mentions of insomnia, nothing too crazy.

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A/N: Mingi tiddy bite brought to you by the lovely, gorgeous, wonderful, BEAUTIFUL @norixseaweed

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prompt 13: sharing headphones in bed, both of them curled under the covers, softly humming along to the same song

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The two of you are curled into eachother, his head against your chest as both your arms wrap up around his neck to cradle his head while your fingers wander around in the back of his head as you drift to sleep. Your legs are sandwiched together as he slots his long leg in between yours. The two of you find a way to intertwine your bodies every night, regardless of his size or if you initially fall asleep separately Mingi finds a way to be held, knowing you'll always open your arms for your big baby of a boyfriend regardless of your consciousness. The only downside is that Mingi isn't the heaviest sleeper. Once he feels you go to untangle yourself from him in the morning he will begin to shrink himself into you as much as possible, closing in tighter on your frame to prevent you from moving. It's a silent struggle as he waits for you to give in and let him lull back to sleep, but if you persist on getting up the pouting begins. It's a silent protest, that is always followed by a heavy groan as he lets you go. You get up and stand at the edge of the bed watching as he stretches out with a scrunched up face. His eyes would barely be open as he mumbles at you, fully expecting you to be able to respond, but his already deep voice gets increasingly lower and harder to understand in the morning. You've told him a million times not to talk to you until he's fully awake, so you let his murmurings become background noise as you stand in the bathroom with the door open, waiting for him to put together something cohesive.

mingis voice is deep and he usually skips some annunciations under the excuse of his tounge is thick, but you know when he's making mistakes unintentionally vs when he gets comfortable around you and starts mumbling. his deep incoherent mumbles sound like thunder to you and he knows that, so it isn’t until he rolls around for a minute that you’re able to make out a plead for you to come over.

summary ⇢ spending more than a year in the states, you finally return to korea. being under YAHZ— a lenient company, you were in the venue in paris when you run into the members ateez—more so seonghwa who was in paris fashion week with you and now in this show. having company backstage with him, you meet song mingi. mesmerized by your beauty, song mingi wants to know more about you, luckily, his senior is close to you.

notes ⇢ new contact pictures and names (?) because i got a new phone and all of my kpop contacts erased. characters are the same. don’t mind the timestamps 🙂‍↕️.

tw: pull the trigger joke mentioned (idk if this is a valid tw but just in case)

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