Fluff, 9, Mingi (welcome to the sentence starter club lmao)
it’s mingi soft hours tonight akjdflksdjf both of my first requests for this were for him aaaaah but thanks!! it seemed like fun so I wanted to join!
here it is! I hope you like it!
—fluff; prompt 9; “Sleep over? Please?”
A clap of thunder sounds overhead—for what seems like the millionth time that night, you flinch as Mingi mistakenly elbows you in the side again, his own flinch of fright from the sound that shakes the entire apartment causing him to react in a way that overtakes his entire body. At the impact to your ribs, you grunt, letting out a sigh and lifting a hand to your side under the blanket shared between the two of you, rubbing at the spot his elbow connected with.
You’re sure to have a bruise in the morning from the amount of times he’d hit that spot.
“S-Sorry,” Mingi apologizes.
“It’s fine,” you assure him, briefly resting your head against his shoulder. Your rib cage, however, screams in protest that it is, in fact, not fine. Mingi, standing at six foot tall with his broad shoulders, has a surprisingly hidden strength for a repeat rib-cage-jabbing offender. “I think movie night is done with, at this point, though.”
As sad as it was to admit that you’d have to cut your at-home date night short, you had to admit the weather outside wasn’t getting any better. You didn’t live too far away, but you’d still have to drive back to your own apartment. The storm had been hovering at the edge of the city almost all day, so the fact that it had hit almost as soon as the sun had set was no surprise to you. The cooler weather of the evening mixed with the warmth and humidity that had slowly gathered up throughout the day had to spill over, at some point.
So when the clouds had opened up overhead, you’d welcomed the rainy evening. It meant snuggling up with Mingi, warm home-cooked meals, movies and games, pillow forts and blankets strewn across the living room. It was a perfectly comfortable evening.
Until the rainstorm had turned into a thunderstorm, that is. Like the weather outside, Mingi’s fright wasn’t getting any better, either, as the night progressed. He couldn’t help it, of course. You knew the elbow jabs to your ribs weren’t intentional, him being so easily scared at the smallest of things. Despite knowing that the storm wasn’t going to hurt him in any way—he couldn’t convince his body not to react to every loud clap of thunder overhead, especially the stronger ones that shook the apartment at the core of its foundation, rattling the apartment so strongly that it reverberated straight through Mingi.
The intentions of the night had started off well, at the very last, and that’s what mattered most. You’d gotten some time in with Mingi, as well, which always counted for something.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes again immediately, a pout making its way to his lower lip.
“Really, it’s fine,” you say, lifting your head to give his cheek a kiss. “We’ll have plenty of other times to do things like this together.”
He nods, though a bit dejected. You push the blanket off of the two of you, and Mingi follows your lead as you stand from the couch. Silently, you both begin to work at attempting to reassemble his apartment. It wasn’t a perfect clean up, but imagining Seonghwa’s reaction if he were to wake up and walk into the living room to find the state it was in at that moment was enough to lead to the halfhearted attempt.
Mingi helps you gather up your belongings, pausing briefly at the window as he does so with a frown. “You’re really going to drive home in this?” He wonders aloud.
It’s then that you join him at the window, peering out into the night curiously. Despite yourself, you raise your eyebrows in surprise. The rain outside is coming down rather hard. For a moment, you watch it reflected in the yellow street lamps outside. Where it hits the ground, it begins to pool and streak across the sidewalks, before falling over the curb and into the gutter. A flash outside causes both you and Mingi to startle in surprise—Mingi letting out a yelp and practically launching himself away from the window. Just as the thunder follows the flash of light, Mingi slaps his hands over his ears in a feeble attempt to drown the sound out.
You frown. “I’ve got work tomorrow. It’s just some rain, and I only live a couple miles away. Just a few minutes with no traffic. I’ll take it slow.”
Your answer doesn’t set well with Mingi. He lets his hands drop from his ears, frowning at you. You’re surprised to see that, despite the uneasiness that radiates from him because of the thunder and lightning just beyond the window, there’s a determined and displeased set to his jaw. If someone were to reach out at that moment and touch his jawline, they’d probably be cut, you muse.
Mingi steps toward you, placing his hands on both of your shoulders. “Why don’t you stay the night? You’ve done it before. Like you say, you live close enough. Just get ready here and grab your change of work clothes on your way in.”
“Mingi—” You start, but you’re immediately cut off by the sudden soft and gentle touch of his hands cupping your face.
“Sleep over? Please?”
Gone is the cute boy that you love so dearly. Mingi says the words with such sincerity that you feel yourself melting beneath his tender touch, one of his thumbs tracing a circle against your cheek out of sheer habit. You loved the adorable dork that made your heart melt; but, you had to admit, you had a very strong weakness for the Mingi that stood before you—the stubborn, yet protective boyfriend who would do anything to make sure you were safe. Even when he stood in front of you, clearly apprehensive, he was still putting on a strong face.
You allow your shoulders to sag. With a sigh, you mutter, “Fine.”
What Mingi was asking really wasn’t that difficult. You’d done it many times before, sleeping over and managing to make it to work on time. Your apartment and work were both in the same direction, so it was doable. But in order to be presentable, you’d still need to wake up just a little bit earlier than usual. That was something you weren’t too thrilled about.
“Thanks, love.” The relief in his voice rings clear. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, since you’ll be tired tomorrow because of my request.” Mingi smiles softly, though it somehow reaches his eyes in earnest and crinkles the corners of his eyes. He pulls you closer to him, placing a kiss atop the crown of your head.
