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cw; kim mingyu x gn reader - angst, some fluff, comfort, crying, alludes to depression. reader is going through a hard time mentally and in their life and mingyu is there for them when they need to just exist...if that makes sense

an; this is one of my comfort pieces written for myself mainly, but if it helps someone else feel somewhat better, then that is good. depression is a difficult topic but something i struggle with daily, some days are better than others, today was just one where life kicked my ass. i had to remind myself that it's okay to feel it sometimes and let myself rebuild. -- i am not going to put a tag list on this imagine.

imagine laying in bed with mingyu, him on his back and you resting against his side. your cheek against his chest you close your eyes listening to his steady breaths letting them calm you after a horrible day. his hand running along your arm creating small goosebumps under his touch.

mingyu isn't asleep and he knows you aren't either but the two of you simply lay in the dark listening to the sound of the wind moving through the trees. after a few moments he leans to press a kiss to your forehead but doesn't move his lips from your skin, instead he just lets his mouth relax where it is.

you cling on to his shirt a bit tighter, your eyes squeezing shut even tighter afraid you'll lose your resolve at his act of affection. mingyu sighs feeling your body stiffen against him making him frown ever so slightly. "shh, relax...nothing to do and no where to go right now. just you and me honey."

he knew how stressed out you were, how nothing was going right this month, or that's how it felt. you had been beating yourself up possibly harder than life could in an attempt to beat it to the punch line. mingyu sighs against your skin, moving his arm under you so he can shift you closer, his lips puckering into a kiss once again.

you whimper and he nods, "if you need to cry, you just cry. you don't have to act strong because i know you are. don't be afraid to just feel it..." he knew you so well, you didn't want to feel it because it made you feel weak and angry. you felt small but him giving you permission felt like a wave of stress being lifted.

mingyu feels your warm tears on his shirt before he hears the first sob. it breaks his heart, he has to hold back his own tears because now he's going to be strong for you. "there ya go. i got you." you knew he did, that he always would. mingyu's hand moves to brush over the back of your head as you pull your legs in tighter giving in letting yourself break down so you can rebuild.

SEVENTEEN REACTION,

seventeen reaction to their s/o having a nightmare

승철, scoups

seungcheol said before he struggles with insomnia and is a really light sleeper and so he’d either already be awake when you shot from your nightmare, or would shoot awake with you. he senses your distress instantly and pulls you into his arms, threading his fingers through your hair. will absolutely stay awake until you fall asleep, all the time he’s got you pressed in to his chest, his hands running soothingly up and down your arms, “go back to sleep baby, i’ll be right here when you wake up okay?” he murmurs softly.

정한, jeonghan

inevitably, babies you. you’d be curled into his side taking a nap whilst he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. eventually, your breathing would grow faster and your face would scrunch up, your hands fisting at the fabric of his shirt. he’d gently shake you awake, his hands going to cup your face immediately, forcing you to look at him as soon as you wake up. he’d brush your hair out of your face as he talks down softly at you, “hi angel, you ok? bad dream hm.. why don’t we go get something to eat?” is very gentle w you the whole day.

지수, joshua

soft shua mode. he would be in the bathroom washing his face when he hears a faint sob from the bedroom. practically sprinting into the room to see what’s wrong and his heart just kinda breaks when you immediately crawl into his arms, crying into his chest as you babble about the nightmare you just had. he frowns down at you sympathetically, his hands taking your smaller ones in his and he hold them in his lap, pressing the softest kisses to your lips, cheek, forehead. “oh baby.. was just a dream okay? c’mere, let’s lay down, yeah?”

준휘, junhui

not gonna lie, he’d probably sleep through your whimpers and cries, you’d have to shake him awake. it takes him a few seconds to wake up but when he hears your sniffles, and a weak lil sob, he’s wide awake, eyes wide and he scans you up and down. you cling onto him, mumbling through sniffles that you had a really bad dream and he just wraps his arms securely around your shaking frame. doesn’t really know what to say that may comfort you, so he just holds you :-)

순영, hoshi

he stirs awake when he feels you constantly shifting in his arms. might be slightly irritated but before he can even wake you up, you gasp awake and shoot upright. he’s kinda just looking at you like :0, and then you turn to face him and he can just about see the tears form in your eyes. pulls you into him immediately, cooing at you, his hands cupping both sides of your face as he peppers the sweetest kisses all over your face. will do anything to distract you. “oh pretty baby, don’t cry! it was only a dream - n’ you’ve got your strong boyfriend to fight off those horrible dreams!” he jokes lightly.

원우, wonwoo

wonu would probably be up ridiculously late playing a video game and you’re asleep in the bed behind him. he’s got his headphones on and is completely immersed in the game he’s playing so he doesn’t hear you walking up from behind him, and your hand on his shoulder startles him. his head snaps at you, his eyes wide, but they immediately soften when he sees your glassy eyes, bottom lip jutted out. the game is forgotten n he’s pulling you onto his lap, arms around your waist. “hey baby, have a bad dream? mm s’ okay, don’t cry. wanna watch me play my game, yeah?”

지훈, woozi

he’s probably in the studio, working on something n it’s pretty late at night, so he doesn’t expect the door to open and see you stood there, looking pretty upset. rips his headphones off and beckons you over to him, gently pulling you onto his lap. he doesn’t ask for an explanation, but he can only assume you had a bad dream. his hands are running up n down your back as he pressed kisses to the top of your head every so often. will feel bad since it’s so late and so he’ll lift you up in his arms and carry you back to bed, “oh love, it’s late.. you must be so tired, hm? lets get you to bed.”

석민, dokyeom

please don’t cry, it’ll break his heart so bad. you’d be at the dorms, just taking a nap upstairs. he hears light footsteps approach and his eyes shift towards the doorway and his heart cracks. you approach him with your head hung low, and you wordlessly settle yourself on his lap, nestling your face into the crook of his neck where he just immediately feels the wetness of your tears. speaks in the softest voice ever to you as he tries to ask you what’s wrong. “my baby.. why are you crying, huh? a nightmare, oh you’re okay, please don’t cry - you’re okay baby!” he’d probably tear up a lil too.

민규, mingyu

he’d be in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water when he hears you cautiously creeping down the stairs, and is definitely confused. feels bad because he thinks he woke you up, but then you suddenly crash into him, your arms right around his torso as you sob weakly in to his chest. his eyes are wide and he’s so startled, he places the glass of water down and his arms are just as tight around you. when you tell him you had a bad dream n panicked bc he wasn’t there, he feels so bad. “oh.. my sweet baby, i’m right here see? nothing to worry that pretty head of yours about, ok? c’mon let’s go back to bed.” flashes you a slightly guilty grin.

명호, minghao

he’d come home a lil late from practice one night, and doesn’t expect to come in and find you wide awake. he is kinda upset, he doesn’t like when you wait up to him on late nights like this, but you quietly explain that you had a bad dream and struggled to go to sleep without him and his heart just clenches. presses a vv delicate kiss to your pouted lips and takes your hand in his as he guides you to the bedroom, where he takes you into his arms. “get some sleep now sweetheart, i’m here.”

승관, seungkwan

like dokyeom, he wants to burst into tears seeing you in any kind of distress. he’s probably the most patient member and so he’d sit in bed with you, holding you close to him as he simply waits for you to explain what got you so worked up. relived sigh when you tell him it was just a nightmare, he’s just glad it wasn’t anything too serious. he’ll then lay you down, pressing you as close to him as he could and tells you anything he can think of to try and distract you from your nightmare.

버논, vernon

like jun, he will definitely sleep through it. you’d maybe feel guilty about waking him up and try and fight it off yourself, perhaps a glass of water would help? but you trying to shuffle out of his arms and out of bed is what wakes him up, and he’s pulling you back into him by your waist, mumbling a tired ‘what’re you doing baby’. you’d sigh, curling back into him as you whisper that you had a nightmare and are too scared to go back to sleep. vernon would probably just press a few soft kisses to your cheek, holding you closer to his chest. “go back to sleep baby, i’ll be right here, alright?”

디노, dino

absolutely heartbroken. like his heart shatters into a million pieces when you shuffle into the living room, a weak lil sob leaving your throat. he’s fretting over you in an instant, pulling you to sit on his lap, his wary eyes frantically looking down at you as he asks what’s wrong. you cry out that you had a really horrible dream and he just frowns, pressing a gentle kiss on every tear that rolls down your cheek. “oh lovely … is there anything i can do for you hm? hey.. don’t cry, c’mere.”

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comfort with mingyu

contains: cockwarming, mentions of intercourse, emotional reader

imagine cockwarming mingyu after a long and stressful day. it was your idea, he just wanted to feed you and croon you to sleep (he had offered to go down on you to help), but you wanted to feel him. so here you are, your legs scissored as his cock rests inside you, his lips whispering sweet nothings, his hand stroking your cheek.

you feel yourself clenching at his praise, and mingyu gives you a soft smile as his hand reaches between your legs to rub light circles on your clit. the feeling, coupled with his continuous praising, makes you very emotional - and you start to tear up, all while whimpering with pleasure.

mingyu sees this and softens his voice even more, murmuring things like "you're such a good girl, baby", "you work so hard, pretty baby", "you're doing so good for me, baby", "come for me, let it go", and "i've got you".

you reach your high quickly, tears flowing down your face as mingyu whispers "that's it, love. such a good girl, baby. so pretty when you come", his hand on your clit helping you ride your orgasm as his other hand runs down your hair.

when you open your eyes, you see him looking at you tenderly, his hand now intertwined with yours. "okay?", he asks softly while bumping his nose with yours, making you giggle as you nod. you didn't think you'd want more after the orgasm, but you find yourself needing to feel him fuck you. so you clench around him hard, smiling at his sharp intake of breath as you give him a meaningful look.

"you should sleep, sweetheart", you knew he would insist on it. even when you can feel his cock twitching inside you, he would insist on it. the thought both makes your heart warm and frustrates you immensely. you really do need him to fuck you.

"want you", you shake your head and whisper, "please".

conflict fills his face for a few moments (one can only assume that your constant clenching around his cock is not helping him think properly), and you smile widely when he lets out a sigh. the battle has been won.

"the things i do for you", he says while pulling his cock out, before moving to hover over you.

Here with me -K.Mingyu

“As long as I’m with you, I got a smile on my face.”

Comfort - fluff - reader x mingyu - a little angst - soft!gyu -oneshot

⚠️mention of anxiety and thunderstorms

He left.

You weren’t at the practice room. Mingyu went to practice with the other members while you stayed at the dorm with half energy drained and a high temperature that could freak Mingyu out if he knew. He thought you were just tired from attending last nights event so he let you sleep in. You missed him. The only thing you felt this morning was Mingyu kissing you goodbye before going to Hybe with Wonwoo and Jeonghan.

You haven’t seen him today.

But something made you feel anxious. The room felt like it was squeezing you. You stayed in bed for the whole day with an aching body.

The phone screen glow in the barely dimly room, shining when a notification from Mingyu pops up.

7:26.

Practice doesn’t end until 9:30 but being alone unwell isn’t going to be alright for you. You felt suffocated by the air as if you were trapped in a small box alone without someone to hold on.

m🤍 : do you need anything love? I can get something for you before I come back home.

You weren’t moving, your eyes just stared at the screen unable to touch anything. Once in a while glancing at the window, the rain pouring outside the window. Heavily. It made your stomach churn. No one’s home yet. Fear builds up in you. You wonder if Mingyu knew. It’s raining outside.

The rain doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon. Nothing is stopping. The burning pain in your head wasn’t stopping either. You stumbled your way to the bathroom, gripping on the sink until your knuckles were white without realization. It felt like your heart could burst any moment. Beads of perspiration damped your forehead, strings of hair sticking.

Everything hurts. You couldn’t breathe. The metallic taste covered your tongue. You don’t even think you could even reach for meds. The sound of the thunder strikes, as your breath hitched. Closing your eyes shut, hoping it’ll go away soon.

You hated it. You really do.

But you didn’t realized your phone was ringing. Mingyu was calling. And you never ignored his calls.

When it flashed, you take yourself to the corner of his room- embracing for the loud sound to come. It happened for a few more times.

Until you felt a pair of arms around your body. The familiar scent of cologne hits you. “Hey. I’m here now. It’s ok. You’re safe. I’m home. I’m sorry I. Couldn’t come fast enough.” His soothe voice tells you and your tensed body relaxed. He was probably worried because of the miss calls I had gave him.

Mingyu carried you to bed. His bed since it was the nearest. “Breathe baby. It’s ok.” He feels the heat from your body. Taking out a few medications from his drawers and gently forcing you to swallow it with water before laying beside you, pulling you close to him.

“Practice doesn’t end until 9:30. What are you doing here early?” You ask.

“It was raining. There was nothing important today and I wanted to go home early to be with you. I didn’t hear the thunder until I went outside the building, sorry love. Sleep. I’ll wake you up for dinner.” Something about the kiss he always gives. Either a peck or the longest kiss you ever had. It was special for you.

He finds a way. To protect his girl. Even in the hardest time, he wouldn’t trade you for the universe. His woman. His Aphrodite.

You didn’t destroy his life with your existence. His life destroys if you leave him one day. You never will.

congratulations on 4k lovie!!! you deserve it <333

honestly i can't think of any request rn since i've been off tumblr for so long but my request is: something you've been wanting to write for a while now but for whatever reason you didn't/couldn't

again,, congratulations on 4k 🌹🌹🌹

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1k

Warnings: pain mention, cramps mention, medication mention, lil bit of tears, not a period sex fic, multiple orgasms, oral f rec., fingering

AN: thank you thank you thank you!! this is such a sweet and thoughtful request, and you got me to write something i've had in my brain for months but never put into words 💖 i have endometriosis and its fucking terrible at all times so this is for me and anyone else with chronic pain 💖

“Still cramping?” Mingyu asks, sliding into the sheets next to you and laying a warm hand over your lower abdomen. You’ve been in bed for hours already and he hates to see the scrunch in your face that says it hasn’t gotten any better. “Need your meds?”

“Already took ‘em,” you breathe, the strain in your voice evident as you curl into the pain. It’s not always this bad, but Mingyu hates how helpless he feels when it is. He can’t feel the hurt for you, can’t take it away, but he knows he could cover it up with something else if you’d let him. You usually do it on your own, not because you don’t want him to, but because it’s hard for him to get straight to the point. When the pain is this bad, you need to cum fast and hard, over and over, for the oxytocin to do its job. Mingyu can do that, but he often forgets that this isn’t just for your pleasure. 

“Let me help you, baby. I won’t get distracted this time, I promise,” he pleads as he rubs at your belly, pressing his palm down hard when you shift it over a specific spot. The pressure and heat of his hands helps and he’ll never complain about an excuse to get them on you, so he shifts to straddle you and offers his other hand, watching as you arrange him how you like. You’re still contemplating but he doesn’t rush you, just massages your tummy and looks down at you with all the love in the world. 

“Okay,” you exhale, tears lining your lashes and your lips pursed in a pout, “I love you.”

“Love you too, honey,” Mingyu leans down to gently press his lips to yours, ignoring the saltwater he tastes on your skin. You tend to get a bit emotional when he takes care of you but he never points it out, doesn’t want to make you feel self conscious. You’re also just really pretty when you cry and this is one of the few times he can appreciate it without feeling guilty. His kisses stray from your lips down your neck, meandering over your clothed breasts before finishing at your hips. He pecks between the fingers splayed over your stomach and finally shifts his hands to start pulling your pajama pants off. 

He promised not to get distracted so he avoids the siren call of your thighs and spreads them instead, working his broad shoulders in between and wrapping an arm around so he can keep a hand on your belly. You’re not wet but you will be soon, and until then he keeps the pressure and pace steady. It’s not long before your hips are moving with him, little gasps escaping you as moments of peace break through the mask of pain. He speeds up his movements, rotating his hand so he can prod at your entrance through your panties. The fabric is damp and he grins victoriously to himself, hiding his smile in the crease of your thigh. He knows you can still feel the canines pressing into your skin but he also knows that now isn’t the time for him to revel in his ability to make you wet. Now is the time to make you feel better, making you wet is just a delicious byproduct. 

He can feel your clit changing under his thumb, feel it getting harder and starting to throb, and he knows you’re close. You always cum faster when you’re in pain; Mingyu thought it would be the opposite but it’s like your body knows what you need and wants to let you have it, so he doesn’t question further, just lets the circles grow faster and faster until you break with a cry. He doesn’t stop, drops down to suck at your clit through your panties and pushes at your entrance with two fingers, feeling his head start to spin as you gasp and whine. He loves your noises, loves when he’s the one drawing them from you, can’t get enough, and he smirks around you knowing that he doesn’t have to stop this time. 

You both get tired of the panties at the same moment, your hands clumsily pushing them down just as he starts to tug them off, and when he finally sees the mess he’s made of you, it’s like his heart stops. You’re wet, so fucking wet, and blazing hot, and he wants to sink inside of you but he wants to make you cum more, so he doubles down on his efforts. He sucks your clit into his mouth and slips two fingers inside, curling them into your front wall and seeing out your g-spot. He finds it immediately, knows you inside and out, hooks his fingertips into the rough patch and starts working it. You get wetter around him, practically gushing, and when he stops sucking your clit to lash it with his tongue, you cum again. Your wetness soaks the lower half of his face as you clench around him, crying real tears overhead and tangling your fingers in his hair. 

Mingyu loses count after number five, but he doesn’t need to know the specifics of how thoroughly he’s wrecked you. Not when he gets to slide into the bath with you after, and carefully do your skincare with his normally clumsy hands, and carry you to the bed you sleep in together, and bundle you up in his arms, and watch you fall asleep with not a lick of pain on your face. All of that is more than he could ever ask for.

bf!seventeen scenarios

you stirred in bed as you felt the pain become more and you curled up, closing your eyes as the cramps took over your body. you somehow managed to reach over the mingyu’s arm trying to shake him awake. “gyu”, you call out and he stirs awake beside you. he manages to turn on the bedside light and sees your teary eyes, sitting up immediately. you don’t have to tell him because he already knows. he’ll gently rub your back as he tells you that he was going to get you a hot water bottle. he’ll be back soon and the heat and warmth help. mingyu would gently scoop you in his arms as you rested your head on his chest and he’d rub gentle circles on your lower back to help ease the pain. “thanks”, you tell him softly and he hums in response. you’d fall asleep in his warmth and embrace and he’d not move, letting you sleep. he’d honestly hate seeing you in pain and would be glad you were feeling a bit better.

“baby i need your help”, seungcheol calls out for you as he appears in the room. “what’s wrong?”, you ask. “i need help with my tie”, he says. “but i don’t know how to”. “i’ll teach you hm i just can’t seem to get it right today”, he explains. little did you know this was a lie and he just wanted you to do it for him because he’s a big baby and just wanted to sneak in those extra few minutes with you before leaving for the event. he tells you step by step as you furrow your brows in concentration as you try to follow him. “like this?”, you ask, not looking up, and you’re completely oblivious to the way seungcheol is looking at you with the most whipped smile. “yeah and just pull it now”, he says and you do. it looked proper and you pull it and adjust the tie on him, looking at him. “there, is that okay?”, you ask and he nods “perfect”, he says as you straighten his blazer. you’re about to step back but he doesn’t let you go, bringing his arms around your waist. “aren’t you forgetting something?”, he prompts. “um no?”, tell and he proceeds to pout his lips, asking for a kiss. “really cheol”, you say, rolling your eyes but you give him a kiss nonetheless. and now seungcheol would always ask you to do his tie for him.

dokyeom singing you to sleep if you had trouble falling asleep. he’d hold you in his arms as he caressed your hair and softly sang to you. he’d sometimes send you voicemails of him singing so you could listen to them if he wasn’t able to be with you at that moment.

late-night calls with wonwoo who would be there to comfort you if you were having a hard time sleeping or having a bit too much anxiety. he'd distract you by telling you about his day and anything fun and interesting that's happened and you'd listen, the distracting helping. listening to his voice always brought you comfort and make you feel safe.

late-night period cravings with chan and that's how he was now driving you to the nearest mcdonalds drive through. he'd be more than happy to drive you and even offer to get it delivered but you wanted to go out, sick of being in bed all day. he'll know your order by heart and watch as you eat, content. and he'd just be happy because you were happy. he loved seeing you smile and he loved the way your laugh sounded in his ears. and of course, you steal a few bites of chan's burger because somehow what he orders was always good.

how do you think mingyu would react to their partner saying they’re inexperienced? what would he do in that situation

mingyu is such a loving partner, he will take his time to shower them in love and affection and even when you mention to him that you're inexperienced and don't know much, he will hold your hand and guide you through whatever it is you're doing.

"i've never had sex before gyu..."

"that's okay, just lay back and relax and ill guide you through it," and he says it with such a sweet smile on his face. he takes his time with you, watching carefully for signs of being uncomfortable or wanting to stop.

when he undresses you, he makes sure to place a kiss on each area of exposed skin to help you loosen up, and even tries to crack a few jokes so that you'll become more relaxed.

i think he'd also be the type to really take his time to rile you up and make sure you're ready for him. he spends a lot of time making you cum, feeling his cock grow harder with each whine and moan that drops from your lips.

and when he's lining himself up to fuck you, he can sense you're worried and would lean down and make out with you, hoping to distract you from the pain while he slowly inches himself into you.

he loves being able to swallow your moans and cries while he buries himself to the hilt and lets you adjust to him. and when you're ready, either by squeezing around him or just whispering it to him, he makes sure to take his time.

mingyu would want to so badly just pump himself into you like a menace, but he restrains himself and starts a slow pace. he only would speed up once you give the okay.

Heyyy! If you’re open for requests, there’s this TikTok that I saw where a pregnant lady had her husband lift her heavy belly for a few minutes and it gave her some relief. I somehow could see Mingyu do that. His wife having a hard time getting used to her growth and him trying his best to help her 🫠🫠🫠

Heavy On Your Love- KMG

Pairings: Stay at home husband! Mingyu x fem! reader

Genre: fluff, hint of suggestiveness but very innocent overall, domestic au!, established relationship!

Warnings: Pregnant reader, emotional reader, cursing, mentions of pain and body insecurities, mentions of sex but nothing too bad I promise (still my account is 18+) let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 811

Summary: Being pregnant was stressful at times...a lot of the time and all Mingyu wanted was to take the weight off of your shoulders.

A/N: I have seen this!!!! Thank you so much for this request. As soon as I read this I wanted to write for it....ig househusband Mingyu really is my biggest muse... Again this can serve as a mini prequel but you don't have to read any of the other parts. Feedback is appreciated!

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With a heavy sigh, you leaned up against the doorframe of the master bathroom, a grimace on your face as tears started to form in the corner of your eyes.

You tried to control your tears as best as you could. You did not want to get emotional over such a trivial thing, but between the body aches, the hormones, and the fact you felt so heavy and round...yeah, it was understandably hard to keep emotions balanced.

For the past twenty minutes or so, you had been trying to bend down and look for the small hair scrunchy you had somehow managed to drop and couldn't find. The last thing you wanted was to call out for your husband to bother him with such a pathetic task, but lately, even putting on underwear tested your abilities.

You silently gnaw on your bottom lip, weighing out your options before setting your ego aside, calling out for your husband who was currently in the midst of cooking the two (technically three at this point) of you dinner.

Without hesitation, Mingyu rushes up the stairs to check on you but quickly goes back down to turn off the stove before finally making it to your shared bedroom, where he examines your distressed state.

He was expecting you to ask for water or something, but you looked far too tired and sweaty for a woman who he told should get some rest.

"Baby, are you okay?! Did your water break early? Should I get the bag?" Your husband rushes out, stumbling over his words as he uses his long legs to make large strides toward you.

You shake your head, looking at him with a slightly apologetic expression painted across your face.

"No, this baby is not coming out yet, unfortunately. I just—um, I needed, uh—," you stammer out, more embarrassed with your request with the way Mingyu was eagerly waiting for your response with the most caring eyes in the world.

"Okay, so, I was resting like you told me, but then I wanted to read, but my hair kept bothering me, and I got up to get a scrunchy to get my hair out of my face, but I dropped it, and I have no idea where it is, and I know I could have just used a different one, but I tried to look for it myself, and I've just been bent down on the floor for twenty minutes looking for this stupid thing, and now I'm tired and feel disgusting and heavy, and everything hurts like crazy."

You finish off your rant with a heavy sigh, not fully aware of the tears that escaped your eyes until your husband's warm hands cup your face and brush the tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

"Okay, baby, I'll help you. It's okay. But please call me earlier if you need help. I don't want my beautiful, gorgeous wife to be in any extra pain," he softly replies, kissing your forehead before moving past you to look for this treacherous scrunchy that dared to make you upset.

He lets out a low hum as his eyes dart around everywhere in the bathroom, his eyes catching something in his peripheral after a few seconds. There sat the scrunchy in your bathtub. How it landed there? Mingyu didn't care.

He turns back to look at you, frowning at the pained look on your face, his mind scrambling for any way he could help. You feel his arms pull you away from the doorframe so he can stand behind you, gathering your hair into his hands before tying it back with the scrunchy for you.

You try to turn around to thank him face to face, but Mingyu uses his strong hands to steady you by your shoulders, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Can I try something I saw online?"

"Oh no, that question always leads to your most questionable moments or something sex-related and I know I've been hormonal and all but—oh. Oh...Mingyu," you let out a satisfied sigh as you feel light, Mingyu's hands underneath your stomach and lifting all that pressure right off your back.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes in silence, with Mingyu occasionally pressing kisses to your cheek. After a while, he slowly drops your stomach, not wanting to put all the weight back onto you too quickly and accidentally cause more pain.

He finally lets you turn around, giggling at the look of bliss on your face.

With a kiss on your nose, then your lips, he's the first one to speak.

"I'll do that for you as much as you want, okay? Now, go lay back down, and I'll bring dinner to you, and we can watch whatever you want in bed."

Caring and loves to cook, yeah, you sure were lucky.

seventeen & touch-starved s/o (hhu ver.)

an / entirely written for a friend of mine but here. also whoever is reading this i love u have a good day 💓💕💖💗💞💘💝💖💞💕💗

SEUNGCHEOL.

bear hugs that are somehow simultaneously gentle but also tight

props his chin on your head/shoulder

murmurs in your ear a couple times to make sure you’re alright

“hello?”

“hi,” you say softly into the phone. “um. it’s me.”

you can hear the smile in your boyfriend’s voice when he replies. “hi, baby. everything okay?”

“yeah!” you respond, too quickly with a voice pitched slightly too high. “everything’s fine! just… gonna go to bed now, i think.”

“i’m on my way home right now.” cheol answers the unasked question with ease. “don’t worry, baby, you’ll get your cuddles.”

which is why he’s unsurprised when you’re waiting by the door the moment he arrives home, clad in your pyjamas with a freshly-washed face, flinging your arms around his neck the moment he crosses the threshold.

WONWOO.

will quite literally let u do anything

most patient man fr

his hands, his hair, his thigh — it’s free real estate (but only for you)

it’s nearing 1 in the morning when you start missing wonwoo’s touch.

he’s not far, just on soonyoung’s couch. dinner had turned quickly into drinking games — you’d sat out, instead volunteering to clean the kitchen with vernon and jihoon. which was nice and fun and whatever, but as you sidle up to where wonwoo’s sitting on the sofa, you feel the sudden intense urge to just… cling.

that’s how you end up next to him, with his large hands in yours, you fiddling with his fingers, tracing his palm lines — comparing hand sizes and stroking his knuckles. he doesn’t even flinch, just listening to jeonghan’s story and nodding in all the right places; at some point, he even raises your joined hands to his lips and brushes a kiss over your knuckles, leaving you blushing with the slightest smirk tilting his lips.

MINGYU.

will drop everything to give you the hugs that you need and deserve (and i mean EVERYTHING)

good luck trying to get him to let go

the things i’d do to be hugged by him… those arms probably feel like the safest place in the world

it’s been one of those days — long and tiring and just wrong. which is why when mingyu hugs you in greeting as you step inside, it takes you all of two seconds to burst into tears.

“baby? are you — oh, sweetheart,” he gasps, as you start to shake into his chest. “don’t cry. c’mere. my baby, what is it? what happened?”

you can’t do anything but blubber helplessly, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest, pressing loving kisses everywhere he can reach. his arms stay around you the entire time, as he guides you to the couch, pulls you into his lap and soothes you with gentle touches and quiet murmurs. before he eventually starts cracking jokes — “i’ll buy out your company and never make you work again, if you want.” — and ordering your favourite takeout.

VERNON.

lets you do anything to him (2)

he’s so funny i feel like sometimes he’s just calling you dude but also he might just come out with the smoothest shit right when you don’t expect it

probably fiddles with your hair when he hold you

“vernon?”

“mm?” he glances up from him phone to find you standing in the doorway of the bedroom with round, pleading eyes. he knows immediately that you want something, and also knows immediately that he’ll grant you whatever it is. he always does, when you look at him like that.

you hesitate. “can i get a hug?”

as if he’d ever deny you that. he slides off the bed in one fluid motion, opening his arms and dropping his phone. “of course. come here.”

about a minute later, he attempts a pull away — you whine and tighten your arms, speaking into his shirt with a muffled plea. “just — a little longer? please?”

“as long as you want. i’ve got all day for you, baby.”

I've been reading your fics and answers and now I can't help but to send you one too lol

literally im here dropping in to say that mingyu's the type to kneel on the floor to eat you out while you're on the couch because you told him you were stressed

- 🌻

"bad day?"

you sigh and nod your head as you slump down onto the couch, not even bothering to remove your jacket. mingyu's face crinkles into one of concern and he knows there's really only one thing that will take your mind off things.

"let me get rid of all your stresses."

without a second thought, he's sliding off the couch from his spot next to you and settling himself between your legs, spreading them far enough for him to comfortably sit. you feel your heart pound as he lifts your hips and shuffles your slacks down your hips and thighs, letting them pool at your ankles.

he quickly moves your hips up again and removes your panties from your hips, letting them fall to where your pants sit. in an impatient manner, he removes your shoes and pulls your pants and underwear off completely and flings them behind him.

"gonna make you feel so good," he mumbles, his hands caressing your thighs softly while you whimper and wiggle your hips impatiently. he chuckles at how fast you've gone from stressed to needy without even being properly touched.

"gyu, please hurry," you accentuate your plea by grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it lightly, a groan leaving his lips at the sting. just as you're about to tug on his locks again, he dives in and lets his tongue explore your cunt.

with every pass of his tongue, every lick and nibble, you feel yourself getting lost in the feeling. the worries of the day are slowly melting away into a mixture of lust and pleasure, and mingyu can tell.

he knows exactly where to suck and lick, letting his lips lave over your clit on more than one occasion just to get a rise out of you. he knows that if he lets his tongue roll over the bundle of nerves multiple times, you'll start begging.

"m-mingyu! mingyu....fuck im gonna cum-" your grip on his hair tightens as your orgasm washes over you without warning, stars speckling your vision and incoherent mumbles tumble past your lips.

it takes you a few moments to come back to, and when you do, mingyu's tiny grin is peeking up at you from between your legs. you feel your cheeks grow warm at the sight of him, chin dripping with your juices and his eyes sparkling with lust.

"do you feel better?"

you hum a reply and pull him onto the couch next to you, before palming his obvious erection through his sweats. he groans and throws his head back on the couch, his hand gripping your wrist.

"gonna make you feel good now too."

em. u need to listen to me. we've all seen the recent gose and saw jeonghan and mingyu and ooooo jeonghan is THAT type of bf BUT!!!! we r all overlooking kim mingyu. mingyu who shoved his shoulder in annoyance. but mingyu who still held onto jeonghan's hand. mingyu who is a little annoyed or a little mad at you but still wants to remind you he loves you (pls write smthn like this if u can!!!)

-🐙

You're late. Again. For the fourth time this week.

That makes it the fourth time Mingyu has eaten dinner by himself and gone to bed alone. The fourth time he's had to fall asleep without your warmth next to him and your body curled up against his. Without the scent of your hair under his nose and his fingers tangled with yours. Without the person he loves most in the world by his side.

He understands that your work is important, knows that your office can't function without you, but is this deal really so pivotal that you have to be there all hours of the day?

He feels like it's been ages since he's sat across the dinner table from you and just talked, since he's gotten to be big spoon to your little as you watch a movie on the couch, since he's fallen asleep with you in his arms instead of on his mind.

And honestly, he's starting to feel a little annoyed about it.

Mingyu knows he's important to you too, knows you love him more than anything, but he's not feeling it lately.

.

It's nearing midnight when the alarm system beeps, jerking him out of a light slumber and letting him know you've finally made it home. He can hear your beleaguered steps echo throughout the apartment, noting that you skip the kitchen and dinner he'd left in the fridge for you to head straight to the bedroom.

Mingyu isn't proud of it, but he pretends to be asleep when you come in. He's not sure if you buy the act, but you brush a hand over his hair and drop a kiss to his forehead anyway before stripping your work clothes and taking a quick shower.

When you return to the bedroom, you just sit on the edge of the bed in your towel, making no moves to dry off or get dressed. It makes him peek an eye open to see if he can figure out what you're doing, and he feels the annoyance in his chest cool to a low simmer when he catches sight of you.

You look so small. Your shoulders are curved inward, your elbows on your knees and your head bowed, and the sigh you let out sounds so exhausted, it makes his heart clench.

He can be mad at you later. Right now, you need him.

So he slowly gets out of bed, knowing you feel the movement and not worrying about startling you as he kneels on the floor in front of you. Removing your hands from your face, Mingyu searches out your eyes and winces at the tears in them.

"S'wrong, baby?"

"I'm just so tired and I miss you and I'm sorry," you mumble, still avoiding his gaze.

He cups your cheeks with his palms, lightly smushing them together just to make you giggle, before assuring you, "You can rest now. I miss you too, but you'll be done soon, right?"

"Right. Tomorrow's the deadline," you cringe to yourself at those words, but shake your head, visibly clearing your mind. "And you're my boyfriend, and I love you, but I haven't really been acting like it lately, huh?"

"You're doing your best, baby."

"I promise I'll do better."

mingyu x chubby reader headcanons

worshiping you isn’t just a hobby for him, it’s a lifestyle

buys you low waisted loungewear and you’re like why and he’s like i want access to your tummy 🥺

likes to have a hand on you at all times, not even in a possessive way, you just make him feel safe

sleeps one of two ways: his whole body wrapped around yours like a boa constrictor or his whole body sprawled on top of yours like a 200 pound weighted blanket

literally doesn’t know what you’re talking about when you get insecure bc you’re the hottest person alive to him

but regardless of what he thinks, he always lets you feel your feelings and does his best to assuage your worries

obsessed with your body, took up painting so he could portray the curves, took up sculpting so he could portray the softness, you are his muse

will physically fight anyone who says anything bad about you, no matter what it is or who they are

bc you’re his sweet baby angel and he adores you

lovesss when you baby him though

like when you cook for him and tuck his hair behind his ear and rub his back until he falls asleep and let him be the little spoon and take him on cutie little dates

very passionate giver during sex, always puts your wants and needs before his (to the point where he came in two minutes the first time he ever let you blow him)

thoughts about mingyu when you're on your period

this is like the perfect time for me to answer this rn bc i am suffering atm

this man is spoiling you and taking care of you on your period. also would kinda be slightly confused about you being moody and a little snappy to him but will understand and still shower you with love nonetheless.

you're in cramping and in pain? he's getting you a hot water bottle and reheating it for you as many times. "but baby this is still hot", he says when you ask him to heat it again. "it's not hot enough", you say, looking at him, buried under all the blankets. "but..it's still hot", he says, loooking at you confused. "it's not hot enough gyu", you complain and he just nods and comes back a few mintutes later. will also joke about why you're using a hot water bottle when he's right here, saying he'll be your personal heater and just be ready to cuddle and hold you.

craving something? this man is ready to whip up a 5-star course for you. but when you go to the kitchen and find out you don't have any more peanut butter you go back to find mingyu and tell him rather disappointed about the lack of peanut butter in the house. he offers to go buy some but you don't want him to leave and he's confused because you want peanut butter...but you also don't want him to go buy it. so he decides to make you some and it's worth all the praise he gets for it, seeing you happily eat it with a smile.

it's cold so you're wearing his hoodie and you find him sitting in his room doing some work and just pout at him wanting some cuddles. he says he'll come in 5 minutes, he just needs to finish this up and you're curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone and 5 minutes have turned into 30 minutes and you're getting a little moody and grumpy now. after what seems like an eternity mingyu finally enters the room and smiles while you're just glaring at him, ignoring his presence as you look into your phone. "i thought someone said five minutes", you tell, looking at him as the bed dips as he sits down, looking down. "i know, im sorry babe, i got caught up", he tells. "well i don't need cuddles anymore so you can go continue what you were doing", you tell, grumpy, crossing your arms and giving him an annoyed look. he understands you're a little sensitive and moody now. "come on, i know you can't resist my cuddles hm?", he prompts but you just look at him and shake your head. "i don't need them now", you tell again. "but i want cuddles, you'll give me some cuddles?", he asks. you look at him and finally give in. "fine...only because you want it", you tell and he chuckles, quickly but gently pulling you closer, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "you're so stubborn", he mumbles. "and you're an idiot", you add, still not ready to give in but you were very happy right now because you really did want mingyu's cuddles.

if you're struggling to sleep because of the pain and cramps, he'll rub gentle circles on your back. is more than ready to make you a cup of hot chocolate at 2am in the night and will shush you if you apologize.

EVENING GLOW — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. you’re having a horrible, no good, very bad day and mingyu wants to do everything he can to make it better.

wc. 4.5k+

warnings. hurt/comfort, overthinking, reader goes through it and cries a lot, allusions to having anxiety, smut! soft bf!mingyu, so much praise (it’s insane), pet names (angel, baby, sweet/pretty girl), reader is v needy and sensitive, a lot of reassurance, hand holding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, creampie, V SOFT, unprotected sex — MINORS DNI 18+

note. because i love keir ( @jeonghantis ) and bc they deserve the world and all of the stars. also it’s really for anyone who’s had way too many bad days in a row <3 u are very loved (by me and ur fave). also, i lost sight of the plot half way thru this (very common reoccurrence in all of my mingyu fics) so i apologize for that hehsh. i appreciate ur feedback! <3 and yes, this is loosely based off evening glow by wave to earth <33333333 + @toruro i also hope u like this hehehe

bad days aren’t uncommon for you, but you’ve had significantly less since kim mingyu waltzed into your life like the klutz he is. he manages to make every day brighter by simply existing. every smile, every laugh, every touch makes bad days seem like a distant memory.

that’s not to say you don’t still have them because you do. 

you still have days– like today– where it seems like nothing is right. days where you overthink every single thing in your life, ‘am i doing this right?’ ‘does he still love me?’ ‘does any of this even fucking matter?’ days where you want the earth to crack all the way open and swallow you whole. 

those days are beyond harsh. they have you trudging back home with wet lash lines, cloudy vision, and a loud voice in your head that’s begging– pleading– don’t cry, don’t cry, please don’t cry. 

and today… today felt like you went to hell and back. the second your eyes opened, you knew it was going to be one of those days and it truly was a series of rather unfortunate events. you woke up late and alone, you were reprimanded by your boss, you spilled your much-needed coffee during your break, your coworkers were much more hostile than usual, you got yelled at by clients over the phone, your personal phone died halfway through the day because, of course, you forgot to charge it last night, and then, the intrusive thoughts came. the ones that had you overthinking like crazy. 

and it’s not like you could talk to anyone about it (read: talk to mingyu about it). your phone was dead and you hated all of your coworkers, so you were stuck. stuck in limbo, it seemed, mind plagued with horrid thoughts. everything good in your life didn’t feel so good anymore. 

which is why you were practically in tears when you got back home, letting them roll down your face shamelessly as your hand fumbled the keys. you eventually got it into the lock– after steadying your shaky hand– turning the metal and letting yourself in. the second you shut the door, you press your back against it, head in your hands as you let out the soft sobs you've been holding in all day. 

on most of your bad days, you can keep your tears at bay till you make it into the shower. but, on days like today, you just can’t and your sobs echo through the empty apartment, reminding you that you’ll be alone till your boyfriend arrives. it’s not the prettiest sight, though, so you’re partially glad that mingyu misses it since he gets home after you. 

he usually does, at least. 

what you don’t realize is mingyu is home and he’s wandering around the apartment with his brows furrowed, confused as to where the sound of crying is coming from.

and when he sees you at the main entrance with your hands covering your face, he feels the air leave his lungs and his heart almost literally cracks in half. 

he treads carefully, slowly making his way to you. “...baby?”

you’re startled, choking on one of your sobs at the sound of his voice. out of mere embarrassment, you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve though it does nothing to hide the fact that you actually have been crying. 

“gyu…” you say with a wavering voice, doing your absolute best to keep up your shitty facade. you quickly feel your resolve crumbling as you both stand in awkward silence, so you put your head down to avoid eye contact. “i-i thought you were working?”

he ignores your question and counters with his own, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

you bite your trembling lip and shake your head, eyes still trained on the floor. 

he walks a few steps closer, now towering over your trembling body, “c’mon, angel. tell me what happened.”

you take a shuddered breath, slowly raising your head to look up at him. he frowns at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks and at the fact that all you can say is “hi…” in a nearly-inaudible, yet dulcet voice.

“hi, baby,” he whispers back, hands coming to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping at your stray tears. “tell me what happened.” he repeats, a bit more demanding this time. 

you deflate, “i just had a bad day… it was nothing.”

he shakes his head at how you invalidate yourself, “it’s not nothing if it’s making you cry, Y/N…” he gently reminds.  “please tell me? i wanna help… if you’ll let me.”

you sigh, leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter close and the words escape you before your brain can process them. you tell him everything trying your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you. it’s not like mingyu would care if you were crying and blubbering out your words, but you knew he hated seeing you so upset, so you refrain from shedding more tears. 

you try to refrain, at least. you can’t stop the way they helplessly fall when you open your eyes again. “nothing was going right, gyu… my day was so bad that it had me overthinking every little thing.”

“i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”

you shake your head profusely, swallowing the lump you feel in your throat, “n-no! no, please, it’s not your fault, gyu, i swear. my phone died, so it’s not like you could’ve known anyway.”

he pulls away from you, hands coming down to hold yours. “what did you think about?” 

you squeeze his hands, “a lot of things…”

“like?” he frowns, pressing further.

you look away, mumbling out a lie, “i dunno. it was a lot… i can’t really remember right now. ”

truth be told, you didn’t want to admit the anxiety-induced thoughts you had earlier knowing he’d worry. if he heard half the ones you had about your relationship, you know he’d probably break down himself. you’re well aware mingyu loves you more than anything on earth because he never fails to remind you.

but sometimes, the tiny voice in the back of your head– the one that says he’s too good to be true– gets a bit too loud and you tend to forget all his little reminders– all the ‘i love you’s’ he whispers into your ear right before bed, all the kisses he peppers onto your face, all the hugs where he squeezes the life out of you. 

“you don’t have to tell me what you thought about, but i do want to tell you something,” he starts, a small smile making its way onto his pretty lips. he leans into you, with a voice so small as he says, “i love you. and i know i suffocate you with it sometimes, but it’s true. i love you so much. please don’t ever doubt that.”

you nod, sniffling, “i know.” 

his smile grows, “and?...”

your lips curve up a bit and you whisper, “and i love you, too.”

“you better not forget it,” he playfully jokes, forehead resting on yours again. “you know i love you the most, though.”

you giggle softly, shaking your head. “you always turn it into a competition. you know it isn’t right?”

“i know it isn’t, but i do.” he confirms, voice tender and a bit hushed. “i want you to remember that the next time you think too hard. i love my pretty girl the most… more than anything. i’d do anything to keep you happy. wanna see that pretty smile everyday.”

the genuinity– the love– that drips from his words has you weak. the words replay in your head over and over almost as if it’s on a constant loop.

i love my pretty girl. 

my pretty girl.

your breath hitches at the unanticipated pet name, remembering the sweet, innocent way it rolled off his tongue. you know you probably shouldn’t feel this way, but it doesn’t stop the way you squeeze your thighs together, pussy pulsing at the mere term of endearment. you’re almost sure mingyu can feel the heat radiating off your skin, yet he does nothing. he stands still, warm, brown eyes staring at your tear-stained face.

so you take matters into your own hands. 

you stand tall and lean into him. your nose brushes against his and the proximity between the two of you closes quickly. i want to be kissed, your face reads– begs– and he finally sees that, obliging reluctantly. 

his eyes flutter and his lips graze against yours before you take the lead and close the gap for him. as his mouth collides with yours, you feel warmth erupt in your body and you relish it.

the kiss is soft. gentle. it nearly has you melting under him.

but the longer his lips mold against yours, the longer his tongue roams the inside of your mouth, the needier you get. it’s like all your worries wash away. all the bad thoughts evaporate into thin air. all you can think about is the everlasting love you have for the man before you and the incessant love he has for you, too.

you untangle your hands from his in favor of pawing at his chest, nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shit and slightly biting into his skin. 

you’re slowly, yet surely losing your mind. the kiss deepens and all the coherent thoughts you had minutes prior are being pushed to the back as mingyu is on the forefront of your mind. you’re overcome with need for him. need for him to make you forget everything. need for him to fuck you till all you can think about him and the way his cock makes you feel.

and mingyu knows this, of course. he knows with the way you claw at him and how you whimper desperately as if you’ve been deprived from his touch for far too long. 

it’s why he doesn’t make you beg for it. instead he’s pulling away, watching you chase his lips while he breathlessly asks, “you sure you wanna do this, baby?” he looks so enamored with you. there’s no doubt you look like a complete mess right now, but it’s like he sees past it. past the tears, past the red eyes, past all the sadness. 

“please,” you whisper, sniffling again. 

he murmurs okay against your lips before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your shared room. 

he diligently strips you of your clothing, first your pants then your shirt. his fingers skillfully popping the buttons on your blouse and slipping it off your body, letting it fall into a pool on the ground. 

“so beautiful,” he whispers, massive hands immediately moving to grope your tits through your bra. “you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” 

his words linger in the air and you feel them. you feel beautiful when he stares at you half naked in your cotton panties and mismatched bra. you feel beautiful with your puffy eyes and snotty nose. mingyu makes you feel so beautiful even in your most unfavorable moments. 

you whimper at his heavy hands, your own tugging at the ends of his shirt, wordlessly begging for the fabric to join the other clothes on the ground. he obliges immediately, practically ripping it off of himself before his hands are back on you. 

he pulls your bra down, letting your tits spill out, kneading at the flesh with hearts in his eyes. a breathy version of his name comes out of your mouth– 

and the sound makes his cock ache. his body yearns and begs to be inside of you. so much so that it has him swiftly unclasping your bra before gently pushing you onto the bed. he thinks it’s gentle, at least. mingyu tends to forget his strength so his gentle can be your rough. 

it doesn’t matter, it never has. every single act mingyu performs for you is one that comes from a place of love. he’s a benevolent man, not a single malicious bone lives in his hand-crafted body. 

“gyu,” you whisper, hand slipping in between your thighs to work on your clothed clit as he towers over you. at your own contact, you feel a shock run through your body and your back just slightly arches off the bed. “need you.”

he curses under his breath, suddenly unable to breathe in his loose house shorts. he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down and presenting his leaky, hard cock to you. 

and the sight has your entire body going hot. you throw your head back against the plush pillows and moan out his name, louder this time, fingers moving faster against your clit– though it would feel so much better if he finally put his hands on you. or better yet, his cock inside of you. 

“gyu,” you drag out his name in a cry and you finally feel the bed dip under his weight.

“i know, baby,” he whispers, hand moving yours away from your soaked panties in favor of replacing it. when his bigger fingers begin to rub circles into the covered bud, you gasp and let yours grasp at the sheets under you. “i know you need me. i’ve got you.” he reassures you, voice shaky as he notices just how wet you are. “gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry.”

but you don’t realize how sensitive you are because the second his hand slips inside your panties, his warm hand finding your heated cunt, fresh tears spring to your eyes. “oh, fuck,” you shudder, shaking underneath him. 

“you’re so wet,” he mutters the obvious, fingers dipping in between your folds to collect your slick before pulling his hand out. 

“don’t tease me,” you plead weakly.

he frowns, shaking his head, “i’m not– i won’t,” he tells you softly, rolling your panties off your body and down your legs. he tosses the cotton material over to join the other articles of clothing on the ground before his hands spread your legs open, displaying you for himself. “i told you that i got you, pretty girl, i promise.” 

you give him a broken nod, squirming in discomfort.

his hand is back on your pussy in no time, tapping at your drooling hole with two of his fingers. “this still okay?”

you nod again, “yes, gyu.”

he leans down, lips meeting yours as he presses into you with his index and middle fingers. he’s quick to swallow your moan as he stretches you open, feeling the way your gummy walls invite and welcome him in. 

your kiss is more fervent this time around. you can feel his need, the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy and uncoordinated. it has you trapping his fingers between your wet walls, grinding with all your might against his hand. 

you have no clue how he manages to multi-task, both finger-fucking and kissing you into oblivion, but he does both without fail. you whine desperately against his lips, one of your hands coming to wrap around his wrist in hopes to support yourself. 

the wet squelching of your cunt fills the room and it has him pulling away from you for a second to groan out, “you hear that, angel? pretty pussy takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well.”

you clench around him again, enveloping him as if your life depended on it– you feel so fucking good–

and yet you crave more. it feels good, yes, mingyu always has you seeing stars, but you need more. more of his fingers, more of him. and mingyu is probably well aware of the fact with the way your pussy swallows his fingers, but you know he’s reluctant about giving you too much because of… prior events.

you want that– you want too much. you want to forget about your shitty day. the only thing you want to think about, the only thing you want to be all-consumed by in this very moment, is mingyu. 

“m-more–” you whine against his lips as he wildly pushes in and out of your messy cunt. 

fingers unfaltering in speed, he pulls away from you breathlessly, lips wet and swollen. “more, baby?” 

“mhm,” you give him pleading eyes as you whisper, “wanna cum.”

“fuck,” he mumbles, nodding his head mindlessly as if your words put him into a daze. his fingers pull out and his ring finger joins the two that are already covered in your slick. they push into you slowly, effectively opening you up. “how’s this, beautiful? this enough?” 

you pant, clamping around the digits, squeezing them like a vice. “m-min-” you muffle your moan with your hand, more tears stinging in your eyes.

“no?” he asks, an endearing grin on his face. he maneuvers till he’s in between your legs, he moves further down the bed and your heart thumps erratically in your chest. 

it’s when his lips wrap around your clit while he concurrently thrusts his fingers into your sopping heat that you let out an ear-splitting moan. you lace your fingers into his silky hair and tug at his roots without a care. 

he winces and moans against you at the feeling, the pain making his cock throb against the bed. 

your mind escapes you, melting at the pleasure. his tongue flicks at the sensitive, swollen bud while his fingers curl against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy. 

“s-so close, fuck, i’m close, gyu.” you babble breathlessly. 

he moans again, tirelessly continuing his brutal attack on your pussy, but the sound waves of said moans shock your entirety and teeter right over the edge. your vision goes black for a solid minute, only a few specks of white in sight, your blinding orgasm taking your entire body over. 

you jerk under him, back arching as you release all over his fingers, the tightrope in your tummy completely unraveling and allowing you to soak his fingers in your syrupy arousal. his mouth moves down as he pulls out and slurps you up obnoxiously, eating you out as you cum.

and you can’t stop shaking, not even after he’s pulled his mouth and fingers away from you. your body twitches and writhes like he’s been working you for hours and mingyu, astounded, has never seen you like this– well, he definitely has– not after a single orgasm, at least.

he shudders, body burning with need. the taste of you alone has his brain a bit fuzzy. “are… you okay? was it too much?” he manages to ask, voice strained. 

mingyu thinks his question falls on deaf ears when all he hears is your heaving and tiny whimpers. he moves to clean you up, partially worried he overstimulated you, but then you make grabby hands at the large, flushed man.

he leans into your touch, allowing you to grab on to him, “what’s wrong?” 

when he looks into your eyes, glassy and glazed over, he notices the hint of need. the pinch of pure desperation. he sees the way you wordlessly ask for more of him, how you wordlessly ask for him to just fuck you already– he can’t deny you. not with the year-long day you’ve had or with the way his cock is basically begging to stuff you full. 

he pecks your lips and sits up again. a soft chuckle escapes him as you chase him for another kiss, but it quickly turns into a sharp breath when he looks down at your puffy, pulsing pussy. you’re crying for him, that much is obvious, but your pussy is just weeping. 

an endless trail of arousal continues to drool out of you and it’s so enticing… yet it feels so tantalizing… 

he feels a bit guilty for being this hard, for wanting to fuck you so bad. it’s in his good nature. you’ve told him countless times that it’s okay, that you need him, but he just wants to make sure. 

“are you sure?” he whispers, so soft that you could almost miss it. “we can just go to bed if you’re not up for this, Y/N.”

you can tell that mingyu is fighting inner turmoil. you know he always feels guilty for fucking you stupid. today, though, you’re sure he feels guilty for the other things. 

you don’t want him to. he shouldn’t feel guilty for something beyond his control, so you muster up all your strength and, in a wavered voice, tell him, “i want you… always want you.”

you hear his breath of relief and see the wobbly smile on his face and you mirror it. he’s quickly ridding his mind of the guilt and shame at your reassurance and lining himself up with your hole. he slides the tip of his cock between your lips and revels in the way you jolt gently. 

“deep breath f’me,” he mutters, knowing you’ll need it. when he hears your shaky inhale, he takes one of his own right as he pushes into you. “fuck,” he says breathlessly. you’re still so fucking tight around him.

a broken whine bubbles up in the back of your throat and mingyu watches the way your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack. beautiful, he thinks to himself. even when you’re fucked out of your mind.  

he finds the strength to push past the resistance, slowly shoving himself inside of you till his pelvis meets yours.

when he bottoms out, your face contorts and you’re spluttering over your words, “s-so big,” 

he nods his head like he knows. “i know, baby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands into yours. “but you’re so good for me, always take me so well.” he whispers this time as he’s leaning down, moving your intertwined hands next to your head on the pillow. his free hand cups your heated cheek and he studies you for a few minutes, cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

he watches your face change as you become accustomed to the size of him, how your contorted, pained face relaxes as the minutes pass. when your eyes flutter open and you whimper his name, “gyu…” he pulls out a tiny bit before pushing back in– something of an experimental thrust– and discerns your positive reaction. 

he repeats his actions, inching out a bit more and sliding back in with ease. his eyes observe you intently, noticing every reaction you make as he drives his cock in and out of you, each one going deeper than the last. 

his hand squeezes yours and his lips graze against yours, “feel good?” he asks, breath fanning over your face. 

“uh-huh, so good,” you respond in a pant. “th-thank you.”

he falters a bit, but continues to deliver his deep and calculated thrusts. “why are you thanking me, angel?”

“for taking care of me.” 

mingyu’s heart swells and nearly bursts right then and there. his smile practically reaches his ears because mingyu, admittedly, loves being the cause of your pleasure. he’s a giver. he always has been. 

it makes his hips move faster, his hips flushing to yours with every stroke. the bed squeaks under you, loud and annoyingly high-pitched. neither of you are bothered by the sound as you’re wrapped up within each other– you’re moaning and whining for more and more against his lips and he’s promising to deliver through deep groans and grunts against yours. 

and he does deliver. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and it knocks the wind out of your lungs. you squeeze the hand in yours and your other comes to claw at his body. you dig your nails into the flesh of his arm, biting into him in favor of leaving crescent shapes on his smooth skin. 

he hisses, but the subtle sting just spurs him on. that and the way your pussy contracts around him.

“oh fuck,” you whisper, a high-pitched whine following the words. you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s making all too much. your body is buzzing and the familiar knot is forming quicker than usual. “mingyu– mingyu, i-i’m so close.”

he nods, breathing out, “it’s okay, baby– cum for me. you deserve it.” you deserve everything you want, he fails to add. 

you don’t hold back, completely unraveling under him. you’re easily reduced to a mess, gushing all over his cock while you mewl a mantra of his name. your brain leaves you for a solid minute as you mindlessly babble out thank you’s and i love you’s. 

he pulls away from your lips as he watches you come undone. he’s truly so enraptured by you. with your tear-stained cheeks and the drool that trails past your bruised lips. when you tell him you love him– almost incoherently– his dick twitches in your spasming cunt. 

“i love you.” he groans, swiftly rocking into you. you’re sobbing in overstimulation, but he eases you with more praise. “you’re so good, fuck, so perfect. i love you so bad.”

his hand leaves your cheek, instead grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. he pins your hands next to your head, just like the other, and continues fucking you. 

“my pretty girl,” he murmurs, holding your contrastingly smaller hands tightly. “i’m gonna cum inside… you want that right?”

the question triggers your mind back to life. “please,” you moan weakly. “n-need it.”

he twitches again, a throaty groan coming out of him before he gasps. his entire body stiffens before he presses himself all the way inside of you. his groans and grunts distort to needy moans as ropes of his seed paint the velvet walls of your convulsing heat. 

he attempts to control his breathing. after a minute straight of panting and whining, his heaving chest slows and falls into a steady rhythm. 

“are you okay?” he pants, pulling out of you, body still hovering over yours. “was it too much…”

your lips turn up into a tiny, sweet smile and nod your head, “‘m okay, baby.”

“good,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your lips.

he releases you from his grasp and falls next to you, trying to recover more before cleaning you up. he sighs, soothing a hand over your skin and you scoot into him.

“i wanna help you,” mingyu starts with the softest voice you’ve ever heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “you can always tell me when you’re having one of these days, baby… you know that right?”

“i know,” you nod, mindlessly tracing shapes onto his bare chest. 

“i’m always gonna be here for you… as long as you’ll have me.”

“i know.” you repeat, words whispered this time. “you always make the days better– make them shine– you literally have a heart of gold, mingyu.” 

he chuckles, “i don’t,”

“no, you do. just trust me. if we cut you open right now for open heart surgery, there’d be 24 karat gold in the shape of a human heart inside of you.” you tell him.

mingyu smiles widely. happily. 

“just remember that this heart is all yours, angel.” 

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mingyu would pick up immediately if you weren’t eating properly. he wouldn’t flat out ask you in fear he’d push you further away from the idea. but he would cook up some of your favorite things, some dishes he knew you always got excited for, in hopes it would inspire your appetite.

and if that didn’t work because the weight of your day had just been too much, he’d nuzzle his face into your neck to place soft kisses there as his arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“will you eat with me, baby? i made too much to finish myself.” it was a white lie, you both knew it. but sharing time with him was something you could never turn down.

so you sat in his lap at the table as he ate, taking small bites as he offered before you grabbed a spoon to dip in as you wish. all the while, mingyu was rubbing soothing circles against your hip and pressing affirming kisses to your temple at every bite.

Hey, for the 8k celebration can I request for a mingyu’s reaction to reader going into subspace for the first time?

i think he would be so lost in his own pleasure at first that he wouldn't even realize you've gone into subspace; you're clenching around him and pulling him deeper into you, and your whimpers are sending him into an orgasmic spiral

the signs are all there; you're whimpers grow quiet, your eyes unfocused and you seem to be trying to grab at absolutely nothing. when he looks up at you he grows confused, and tries everything within his power to bring you back from this unknown area

he's calling you baby, sweetheart, doll, running his hand over your cheek to try and bring you back, but all that happens is your eyes rolling back in pleasure and your body going limp, further escalating the subspace.

it takes a while for you to come back, especially after your mindblowing orgasm. he's cuddling you and kissing you and even pinching your skin softly to try and bring you back via small amounts of pain.

to say this dude is worried is an understatement. he doesn't know what happened or what he might've done wrong/right, and probably won't know until you've fully recovered. he knew his dick was good, but didn't realize it was this good

Woohoo congrats on 8k! Your work is amazing! 💐

For the sleepover I was wondering if you could write smth about hhu and the being clingy and whiney while fucking their partner. Like imagine them already being as close as can be while fucking and them just saying "I want more" or "I can't get enough" while their partner is probably so overwhelmed to the point they might have slid into subspace lol

seungcheol: "im right here baby," just coos over you and holds you as close as he possibly can, lets his lips drag all over your skin and would make you cum as hard as possible to take your mind off everything

wonwoo: just caresses your cheek as gently as he can while he's fucking you senseless, would whisper sweet and filthy words to you that only send you further into subspace and spends hours afterwards looking after you

mingyu: is worried at first, but then realizes you're just very very clingy and would be pulling you in closer, your skin connecting with his and making sure to keep you as close to him as he possibly can

vernon: he would be a little confused, because he's already really close to you? but then realizes you're slipping into subspace and need comfort and support so does what he does best and kisses you until you cum

just be • kmg

lower case intended.

cw/tw: mentions of reader being sad, mentions of reader hurting because of said sadness.. other than that? none :) just pure comfort

genre: fluff, hurt&comfort

not proof read!

wc: 634 :) a little one

a/n: it’s been a very very rough week.. all i want to do is crawl into bed and cry.. so.. here you go.. for anyone feeling the same, i hope this can bring you a little comfort. it’s okay to just.. be. it’s okay to just exist. i love you.

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“do you want to talk about it?” mingyu speaks softly, cautiously putting weight on the bed with just his knee, behind your sniffling frame.

you shake your head no, using your sweater covered hand to wipe your nose and tears, curling more into yourself and the blanket around you.

“that’s okay..” mingyu hums understandingly, playing with the edge of the blanket. “is it okay if i lay here with you?” he questions, tilting his head as he watches you closely, reading you, trying to understand what you want and need.

you let out a broken sigh, breathing through your mouth since your nose was stuffed up from crying for so hard for so long, you peer over your shoulder at him and mingyu swears he feels his heart breaking.

your eyes are puffy, red and tired. after making eye contact with him for a moment, you look away, hiding your face in your hands. “ugh..” you cry out “don’t look at me, i look gross! you’re not supposed to see me like this! you have to go away.”

mingyu stifles his laughter, shaking his head in admiration. it feels good to hear you talk. you’ve been communicating for the past hour with nods and shakes of your head. although your voice is raspy and laced with sadness; it’s music to his ears.

“baby..” he experimentally starts to shift himself underneath the blanket next to you, smiling with content when you don’t stop him or shuffle away from him.

mingyu takes his spot behind you, slotting his body against yours like a missing puzzle piece. fitting perfectly as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest, embracing you in his comforting warmth and scent.

“first, you look beautiful” he starts, cutting you off before you can reply “and second, i want to see you like this… i want to be there for you in moments like this… just like i’d want you to be there for me, like you’d want to be there for me..” he says, nudging his nose into your hair, fingers tracing soft and delicate shapes into the exposed skin of your tummy.

“i want to be there for every moment, good and bad… you don’t have to go through this alone, you know?” he hums into your ear, placing a soft kiss on it before moving to kiss your temple and cheek. you turn to face him, and he opens his arm so you can comfortably do so.

you look up at him, tears filling your eyes as you search his. “it hurts..” you whisper.. “i hate feeling like this.” tears escape your eyes, and mingyu is quick to catch and wipe them away with the pads of his thumbs, pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead.

“i know sweetheart.. i know…” he pulls your head to his chest and plays with your hair, the sound of his heart beat and soft, slow breathing entering your ears, comforting you and grounding you, almost like white noise would.

mingyu pulls you back, cupping your face in both of his hands,

“but i’m here.. i’m always here.. and you don’t always have to be happy.. you always have someone to lean on, okay? we will get through this. whatever this is. we will get through it.” he stares into your eyes lovingly as he speaks, brushing your tears away. “you take as much time as you need, we can just lay here forever… we don’t have to talk.. we can just.. be.” he nods, “okay?”

you sniffle, crying out as you nod and bury your face into his neck, gripping his tshirt and pulling him as close to you as humanly possible.

mingyu traces up and down your back, underneath the fabric of your shirt as he holds you. letting you just exist in the comfort of his hold.

mingyu remembers the little things. he remembers to bring an extra pair of sunglasses when you go out, because you always forget yours. he remembers your favorite tea and keeps his cabinets stocked with teabags for when you come over. he remembers that you don’t like shirts that are tight around your arms so he picks tees with big sleeves for you to borrow. he remembers to line his shoes up by the door so the disorganization won’t bother you. he remembers the name of the street you grew up on and your mother’s favorite flowers and the books you absolutely hate and the brand of shampoo you use that’s different from the brand of conditioner you use and the way that you point out every green car you see and the songs you always turn up when they come on the radio…

everyone thinks that mingyu is forgetful but he’s not. not when it comes to you. not when it comes to you and all of the little things that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

The Hope in the Fault Lines, part 1

Summary: after your sister and her husband are tragically killed, you become the guardian of their daughter, your niece. As you try to pick up the pieces of your life, you become aware that you need help. Desperately. So you hire a nanny. Enter Mingyu, an ex-agent-turned-childcare-professional with a past of his own.

Genre: fluff, heavy themes, (light) smut in later parts (minors DNI)

Warnings: (applies to most of the parts) descriptions of grief, mental illness, disordered eating, instant parenthood, loss of sibling, vehicle-related death, police investigation, child custody court, parental abuse

Word count for pt 1: 4.3k

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Why aren’t I numb yet? you think to yourself.

Because really, you should be there by now. Hell, you’d even planned to be there by now so you could go back to work. But here you are — standing in your seven-month-old niece’s bedroom, crying along with her, the agony in your chest building like water that slowly heightens to a boil, its persistent, grief-tinged bubbles roiling in time with every pointless beat of your absolutely shattered heart.

You stroke the back of your niece Sara’s head and made soothing noises as well as you could around your own tears. Surely, at some point, she had to stop crying, right? Then maybe you could get back to sleep, which so far has been the only semi-consistent way to forget the grim truth of your reality.

Which was that your sister, Jeri — the proper mother for this fussing thing in your arms — and her husband, Jisung, were dead. That was why you were here, with a child who was missing the same person you were missing but had much less of a vocabulary to express it, so she just cried and cried and cried until you realized she was voicing your own internal monologue. Both of you were hoping that she’d walk in any minute and hold you and make the world stop its incessant spinning for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m sorry you only have me. I’m sorry that’s the best I can give you.” You stifle a sob. “I’m sorry that she’s gone. I miss her too.”

Eventually, Sara’s wails quieted, and she slumped against your shoulder, exhausted. You collapsed into the chair in the nursery, exhausted enough to fall asleep immediately, holding Sara in your arms.

You were awakened by the sound of the door opening. Had you forgotten to lock it? You suddenly panic, gently placing Sara’s still-sleeping form into her crib before tiptoeing into the hallway, colliding with your best friend, Bora.

“Did I not lock the door?” you blurt in shock.

She looks you up and down. “No, you did,” she reassures, her worried look intensifying. “I’ve had a key for five years.”

You deflate in relief. “Right,” you say aimlessly, looking at her. “Okay. Um…coffee?”

“Girl, I should be making you coffee,” Bora said. She put a hand to your forehead. “You’re ill, sweetheart.”

You blink at her. “I am?”

“Undoubtedly,” she confirms, leading you back to your bedroom. “Don’t worry about Sara. I’ll be here all day, so you just rest, okay?” She nearly pushes you onto your bed, and pulls a blanket off the floor to tuck around you.

You take stock of yourself. Head aching -- that wasn’t new. Eyes dry and puffy -- same as always. No, the only difference you could tell from last night is a hollow, cavernous emptiness in your chest where the clawing agony used to sit. Right on cue, the numbness has begun to engulf you.

You pass the day in a haze, only briefly aware of the activities of Sara, who at seven months old is only fussy around strangers when it gets dark, and your friend. You simply lay there in bed, not sleeping despite your tiredness, not even able to muster up the energy to reach for the food Bora brings you at midday. In fact, the sun is setting before you’re able to become conscious, sitting up and rubbing at your stinging eyes as Bora comes in to check on you.

“What about Morrie and Cal?” you ask her, referencing Bora’s own daughter Morna and her husband Calvin. “Did you really leave them all day?”

Bora nodded. “Yeah, Cal’s got it. Which is what I wanted to talk to you about.” She brushes your hair out of your face in a motherly way. “You need help here.”

“I’m not getting married anytime soon, Bo,” you say dryly.

“I’m not talking about marriage,” she says. “I’m talking about a nanny.”

You bite your lip. “Are you saying I’m bad at motherhood?” you ask, and if you could sound hurt through all the nothingness you feel, you’re sure you would.

“No,” Bora says gently. “I’m saying you didn’t bargain for motherhood on top of dealing with your grief, and you still have a whole life ahead of you that needs your attention, outside of this apartment. You have a job you love that you really need to get back to -- for you, sweetheart, not for the company, because I know that the work you do makes you happy. You need more time like that, more time for you. I know there’s a big difference in the circumstances, but when I became a mother, having Cal as a partner made it really easy for me to do things outside of the house that gave me purpose. It really helped me get a handle on myself outside of motherhood so that I could maintain a healthy relationship with Morrie without resenting her or losing myself. And honestly, you need that. We all do. And since marriage isn’t the move right now, and you have the means, a nanny might be the best possible thing for you.”

You nod slowly. “So they’d just come watch Sara while I’m at work?”

She nods. “They can be here as much or as little as you want.”

“Okay. How do I make sure they’re not a child snatcher or a pervert?”

Bora snorts. “Well, I’d recommend interviewing them so that your spidey-senses can alert you to any potential creeps,” she advises.

“I’m tired just thinking about that,” you groan. The phone begins to ring, and you check the ID — it’s your head editor, Cory.

You answer. “Hey,” you say, trying not to sound as dead inside as you are. “What’s up?”

“How are you doing?” he asks, his tone hesitant. This was one of the worst parts of tragedy, you thought to yourself: the awkwardness. Suddenly there was no comfort anywhere. Nobody knew what to say to you, or how to address the event, so everyone skated around it and you in a cautious dance of embarrassment and pity. Part of you wishes someone would just acknowledge it -- “so, your sister is dead,” and then move on.

“I’m fine,” you lie. “I should be back to work...soon. I just need to find a nanny for my niece.”

“Oh, that’s...that’s good,” Cory says, sounding surprised. “I wasn’t actually calling about that, I was actually just...worried about you.”

You sigh. “Everybody is, Cory. But I’ll pull through this. I always do.”

“I know,” he says, “and I trust that you will. I just...wanted you to know that we’re -- that I’m thinking of you.”

You try to feel curious about his choice of words, but can’t muster the energy to care that much. “Thanks, Cory,” you say. “I’ll let you know if I need anything.” Another lie, but the last one you feel compelled to tell him. “Bye.”

Bora is looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “He seems friendly,” she says, and through the haze that seems to coat your brain you know she’s making an implication.

This is yet another thing you don’t have the energy to address right now, so you don’t. “So, I need to interview nannies.”

“Well, you could also have your assistant do it,” Bora offers. “She’d lay on train tracks for you. I’m sure she’d do a good job.”

The corner of your mouth twitches as you think of making Emily, your eager assistant, vet nannies for Sara. She was young and enthusiastic and proactive, and she’d do a great job. “I think that’s a good idea,” you say. “Thanks, Bora. I know I haven’t been -- well, I know you have better things to do than worry about me, and I’m s--”

“Don’t you dare finish that thought,” she says, holding her manicured hand up to silence you. “You have people around you who care about and love you. Me included. This is the time where you need to lean on those people. And we all want that.”

“Thank you,” you say again.

“Eat,” she says sternly. “I need to get home, but I refuse to leave Sara with you until you’ve got food in your body.”

You wrinkle your nose at the idea of putting something in your mouth and chewing, but you realize that Bora’s made you some kind of thick, creamy soup that requires nothing but small sips. It’s easy to eat, and before you know it, despite not really tasting it as it passed through your lips, you’ve finished the bowl. Bora nods approvingly, leaning in and kissing your forehead before standing up to leave. “I love you, sweetheart,” she says. “Call me in the morning, okay?”

And with that, she leaves.

***

Six days later, you’re somewhere that you never expected to be at this point -- at dinner with your friend Gwen and her husband, Chan. Bora had showed up, instructed you to get ready, and taken Sara home with her as the couple had showed up at your front door. “You need a night out,” she insisted as you halfheartedly protested.

You had taken her advice and asked Emily to start interviewing nannies, but so far, her search for someone who could be there during your required time period and had the right background checks and qualifications had come up with very few results. This was a bit disheartening, but you hadn’t really given up yet, hoping someone would pull through for you. If you believed in God at this point, you’d probably pray for it.

These are the thoughts that are consuming you at dinner with your friends, when you’re supposed to be listening to them talk. They, gratefully, are a comforting pair, who make a point not to look at you with the customary pity. Instead, they ask about work and Sara and even about your thoughts on how the funeral had gone, which is kind of a relief -- none of that timid skirting around the big, ugly elephant in the room. Maybe this openness they’ve pulled out of you is the reason you feel you can speak to them about your current issue. “Actually, I’m trying to get back to work,” you say. “Those bills aren’t going to pay themselves. The only issue is, I need to find a nanny for Sara, but my assistant has been having trouble finding someone who fits the bill,” you explain, picking at the food in front of you.

To your surprise, Chan’s eyes light up. “I might know a guy. He used to work with me, and he just moved back here after awhile.”

You stare at him. “Chan, aren’t you a federal officer?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Why would a federal agent want to work as my nanny?” you ask him.

“Former federal agent,” he corrects you. “Turned nanny.”

“You know someone who quit being a secret agent to become a child-care worker?” you say in disbelief.

Gwen nods. “Actually, he’s really good. The family he was just with fell on some hard times, which is why he’s back now, but I think he might be looking for a new gig.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “You got the contact information for this guy?” you ask Chan.

“Yeah. His name’s Mingyu. I’ll forward the info on to Emily.”

“Thanks,” you say. “Really, Chan.” You allow yourself to hope for a moment, which provides just the right amount of energy to finish dinner and make your way back home. Once you’re inside your wreck of an apartment, which hasn’t been really cleaned since the accident, you lean heavily against the door, releasing a big breath.

You head to Sara’s room before realizing she’s still at Bora’s house. You text her that you’re home, and before you know it, Bora is handing a sleeping Sara back into your arms.

“She was really good today,” Bora whispers. “How was dinner?”

“It was...okay,” you say, and for the first time, you’re honest. For some reason, you feel like this Mingyu person is the one who’s going to stick, and that leaves you with a modicum of relief. A change is coming, and this one feels like it’s bound to be better than whatever you’re trying to do now. Bora leaves, and you go to the nursery -- the one room that’s intact and clean -- and sink into the rocking chair with Sara.

“Sometime soon, we’re going to have someone to help us out, Sara,” you promise. “I know this isn’t the life your parents probably imagined for you, but I’m going to try and give you something close to what they wanted you to have. I mean that.”

Slowly, you pull her off your shoulder to look at her cherubic little face -- at the black curls that surround her face, her long eyelashes fluttering in sleep. She’s a darling baby, but what you notice is something that penetrates through the cloud of numbness: she’s smiling, her little dimples so reminiscent of --

“Jeri,” you breathe, and a rush of warmth hits you right in your chest for a moment before it’s once again extinguished by your grief, like a flaming arrow shot into a dark, black lake. You suppose, as you hold her close to you once again, that in a way, Sara has immortalized your sister.

You fall asleep holding Sara, who for the first time since she became yours sleeps through the night.

***

You’re standing in your sweatpants, braless, your hair thrown haphazardly on top of your head, feeding Sarah some baby food as she babbles happily in her high chair, when the doorbell rings. You check your watch in disbelief -- it’s seven in the morning, which is the time you had asked Mingyu to show up for his first day of work. You’d never met him in person, although you had talked to him on the phone, and you’d wanted to make a good first impression. But then Sara had had a blowout, and you’d had to change your own sheets because she’d slept in your bed with you, and then you’d had to bathe her (it was that bad), and you were finally getting to feed Sara. You hadn’t even eaten yet, and you’d planned to be fully ready and put together by the time he arrived.

But there was no postponing this -- you couldn’t just let him rot on your porch. So you head for the door, praying Sara won’t throw the spoon on the floor as she has been wont to do recently, and look through the peephole. When you see him, the only thing you can do is whisper “shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.”

Because how could Emily not have told you that the man was beautiful?

And he isn’t beautiful in like, your everyday way either. The man on your porch is tall, probably dwarfing you by both head and shoulders, with a broad chest that pulled at the simple black tee he wears and arms that the pre-accident you would have swooned over. His hair is cropped short like a fed, and he is dressed practically, and yet, he was a god. There was no other way around it. You look down at yourself -- stained t-shirt, sweats with holes in embarrassing places, hair in disarray -- and shrug. There’s nothing you can do but pull the door open. “Hi,” you say. “Mr. Kim?”

“Yeah,” he replies, and he doesn’t seem to register your haggard appearance, just smiles. “I’m guessing you’re --”

“Yeah,” you confirm. “Um, please come in.”

He does, carefully removing his tennis shoes and stepping into the entryway. “Sara’s in the kitchen. Probably throwing stuff.”

He chuckles. “She’s seven months?”

“Yeah,” you say.

“They do that,” he says conspiratorially.

It has taken you very little time to realize you might be in trouble. Mingyu’s smile is open and warm, his eyes full of life. He is nothing like the gruff, stern former agent that you were picturing in your head. You watch him crouch to greet Sara, whose face lights up at his friendly wave. “Hi, Sara,” he says, brushing a bit of blended squash off her nose. “You’re a cutie, that’s for sure.”

“I’m so sorry for the mess,” you can’t help but say. “It’s...it’s been insane.”

He looks up at you. “I get it. Your assistant kind of explained the situation. How are you holding up?” he asks.

You scratch the back of your head. “Well, Sara’s still alive, and that’s pretty much the extent of my current goals, so I guess we’re doing pretty well, all things considered.”

He nods sympathetically. “Honestly, great job. Becoming an instant parent can’t be easy.”

“I actually need to be at work at 8:30,” you suddenly realize. “Can I show you around? I’ll have to dash right afterward.”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, following you down the hall.

“This is the guest room,” you say. “It hasn’t been touched for a minute, but this is where you’ll sleep if we ever need you to stay overnight. I occasionally have business trips.” You lead him further down the hall and up the short staircase, opening the door to the nursery. “Right there is the bathroom. This is Sara’s room, so when she goes down for naps, this is where you can put her.”

You look at him, and his face is thoughtful as you point down the hall. “Door at the end is my bedroom,” you say, remembering what an absolute disaster it is. A blush rises in your cheek. “And please,” you say, going back down the stairs. “You can make yourself at home. Feel free to use the TV while Sara’s napping, or eat what’s in the fridge or pantry if you’re hungry.”

“Okay,” he agrees.

You pull out your wallet and hand him a card. “This one is for you. If you ever feel like eating anything or going somewhere with Sara, you can use this. I opened it for you specifically -- I figured it’d be easier than reimbursing you.”

He pockets it. “Sounds good,” he says.

You stand there, feeling awkward. “Well, I think that was all.”

He nods. “Go get ready,” he says reassuringly. “If I need something or have any questions, I’ll shoot you a text. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” you say in relief. “Thanks.”

You nearly sprint upstairs and jump in the shower. It takes you two minutes to do everything you need to do -- you’ve been taking micro-showers since you took Sara in, terrified that something would happen to her in your absence. Watching the time, you blow your hair dry, apply simple makeup, and change into a comfortable pair of black slacks and a white button-up. You arrive downstairs to see Mingyu at the sink with Sara, having sat her in the crook of his arm so he can wash her sticky face.

The sight of them warms your heart. “Okay, I’ve gotta dash,” you say. “Please, reach out to me if you need anything.”

He smiles. “I will. Drive safe.”

“Okay,” you say, bounding out the door and into your car.

The office hushes a bit when you walk in. They knew you were coming back today, but it must be surreal after the three months you’ve been gone, especially when this is your magazine -- you’re the only person at the company who’s been there since the beginning, because you started it. Cory is quick to hop to your side. “Hi, boss,” he greets. The rest of the office goes back to their activities as you enter your large, glass-paneled office.

“Hi, Cory,” you say. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he says, seemingly lost for any other words. “It’s good to have you back.”

“Thanks,” you say. “So, update me. Where are we at with the Serena Williams feature?”

“She was super understanding, and the publishers were too,” he says. “Ruby wrote a great piece, though, so as soon as we’ve got the green light we’ll start the launch. I’ve got Jojo on the social media build, and she’s got a two-on-one scheduled with us later to go over it.”

You nod in approval. “Okay, sounds good. I’m gonna contact Park Seojun’s agent today, so I’d like a list of writers you think could write that story well before our meeting with Jojo. I’m thinking we use someone in-house, but I’m open to contracting out if you’re worried people in the office already have too much to do.”

Cory gives you a thumbs up. “Got it,” he says, heading back to his desk.

You breathe in your office air, feeling some of the tension in your shoulders dissolve. You can’t say you’re happy, per se -- but you aren’t as empty as you have been. Bora had been right -- getting back to work is going to be good for you.

***

Toward the end of the day, though, you begin feeling a strange pull -- a pull toward home. You know Mingyu and Sara have been fine, because Mingyu has been texting you periodically throughout the day:

9:49

MG: hey, we’re out of wet wipes over here. do you have any extra boxes?

You: yeah they’re in your bathroom under the sink!

MG: okay I should’ve thought to check there, thanks! You saved my life haha

You: no worries! Is everything ok?

MG: yeah its good, no need to stress. Sara just needs a diaper change.

You: ok, sounds good! Thanks!

11:30

MG: sara reeeeeeeeeeeally likes pears

You: oh yeah they’re her favorite lol

He’d sent you a video of Sara screeching with joy as he put a spoonful of pear mush into her mouth.

MG: like i’ve never seen anyone so enthusiastic about pears

You: i love it when she screams at her food, that’s the best

MG: me too its so cute haha

1:43

MG: ok i forgot to ask

MG: how long are her naps supposed to be

You: tbh I usually let her sleep an hour or so...i should probably do research on what’s developmentally appropriate

MG: lmao nah i gotchu

Then a few minutes later:

1:52

MG: so apparently huckleberrycare.com suggests 2-3 hours of daytime sleep for kids sara’s age

You: damn, that’s a long time

You: well, i guess let her sleep? She might not stay down that long, but we can adjust her routine a bit to try and get her there

MG: sounds good. Is she a light sleeper? She’s on me rn and i don’t want to wake her up if i move her

You: oh no you can totally put her in her crib lol she won’t wake up

MG: ok thanks haha my arm was kind of going numb bc i was too scared to change positions lmao

You: hahaha yes you’re totally fine to put her in as soon as she goes to sleep usually

MG: great to know, thanks lol

And more throughout the day, littered with photos of Sara in varying states of ridiculousness. You found yourself actually smiling as each text rolled in, grateful for the updates, knowing you would’ve felt a lot more anxious if you hadn’t heard anything.

Still, you didn’t want to keep Mingyu waiting too long. He was supposed to get off at 6, and you wanted to make sure he didn’t feel like you were taking advantage of him. So you left work earlier than normal, beating the rush hour traffic and coming through the door to see Mingyu playing with your niece on the floor. He looks up at you as you come in and waves you over. “She rolled over just barely,” he whispers excitedly. “Watch!”

Sara struggles, whining a little bit, before rolling from her stomach to her back. You clap excitedly, lifting her from the floor into your arms and kissing her pudgy cheek. “Good job, Sara!” you coo, and she burbles happily, touching your face with a fat hand.

Suddenly, you notice something -- the house is clean.

“Mr. Kim,” you say slowly, “did you clean my house?”

He suddenly looks sheepish. “Uh, yeah, I did,” he says. “I’m sorry if that was...I don’t know, not my place.”

“Are you apologizing for cleaning?” you ask him, amused. “I feel bad you felt the need to do that! I shouldn’t have -- have let it get so bad.”

He gives you an extremely gentle look that you are sure he didn’t intend to make your knees go weak. “You’ve been through a lot recently,” he says. “I think you should be kinder to yourself. Also, there was a time when I was in college and living with roommates, and it was way worse cleaning up after some of them.”

“Well, at least there’s that,” you say, returning his smile with Sara propped on your hip.

You stare at him for a minute, and then shake yourself. “Well, I’m here now, so I guess you can...go?” You make a face at your phrasing. “I’m not trying to kick you out. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to stay past your hours.”

He chuckles. “It’s okay. I get you. Have a good night.” He heads for the door, calling over his shoulder. “Actually, I made some fried rice this afternoon. The leftovers are in the fridge. Help yourself.”

Your jaw drops. “Wait a minute, Mr. Kim,” you call after him, following him on his way out.

He turns around, smiling at your tone. “You can call me Mingyu,” he offers.

You nod. “Okay, Mingyu. You cooked, cleaned, and took care of Sara while I was at work?”

“Yeah,” he says, a laugh in his voice. “Is that so odd?”

“I never managed to do all three in one day,” you admit ashamedly.

“Well, I’m not mourning the loss of my sister,” he reminds you, and his voice is a bit stern. “That kind of thing takes a lot of energy.” He rests a big hand on your shoulder comfortingly before opening the door. “See you tomorrow.”