#strwbrify

⤷ mingyu x reader

₊˚ fluff · comfort · established relationship ₊˚

☁️ summary —

you wake up before mingyu, your boyfriend, for once. it’s quiet, the light’s soft, and the world feels paused just for the two of you. nothing happens but somehow, everything does.

it’s still half-dark when you open your eyes. the room is tinted in that early morning blue light, quiet except for the faint hum of the city below. mingyu’s arm is lazily draped your waist, heavy and warm, his breathing steady against your shoulder.

he always wakes up before you, except for today. his face is slightly pressed into the pillow, his hair messy, lips parted. you should let him sleep, let him finally get his rest after his hectic schedules… but you can’t resist tracing the curve of his jaw with the tip of your finger, memorizing the softness of the moment.

you shift just enough to see him better, and his arm tightens instinctively. “don’t move,” he mumbles, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“i thought you were asleep,” you whisper, smiling like a fool.

“i was,” he says, eyes still closed, “but you were staring at me. i could feel it.”

you laugh quietly, trying not to wake him fully, but his hand moves to find yours. his fingers are cold at first, then warmer as he intertwines them with yours.

“you’re cold,” he murmurs. “you should’ve told me.”

“i didn’t want to wake you.”

he finally opens his eyes, soft brown and still a little unfocused. “i like it when you wake me.”

the air between you feels slow, like honey. the city could be on fire and you wouldn’t notice. all you see is the sleepy smile on his face and the small crease on his cheek from the pillow.

he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “stay a little longer,” he says.

and you do. you don’t talk after that. he pulls you closer until you can hear his heartbeat under your ear, steady and calm. the light outside grows brighter, spilling over the curtains, and you realize this is what love feels like. no fireworks, no grand confessions. just this moment, the warmth of his skin, the stillness of you breathing together.