Thinking About Showering With Mingyu In The Morning. The Water Is Running Down Your Body, But It Isn't

thinking about showering with mingyu in the morning. the water is running down your body, but it isn't what's keeping you warm - mingyu's embrace is way hotter than the water's temperature.

"are you feeling any better?", he asks in a husky voice, hands caressing your back as he presses you against his chest.

it's such a mingyu thing to notice how you haven't slept well, and how tired your eyes look.

"no", you say, cheek squeezed against him. "the only thing that can make me feel better is staying like this for the rest of my life."

he chuckles, blinking away some of the teardrops from the shower.

"our water bill would go crazy."

mingyu likes how you laugh against him. i mean, we could even think about paying the highest water bill in the history of the universe if that meant he could hear you laugh like that nonstop.

lee seokmin + "marry me. right here. right now."

@bluehoodiewoozi has a prompt wheel. i told her i wanted to break the wheel

“marry me.” seokmin’s eyes are hopeful as they stare back at your wide ones.

“you’re insane, min.”

and you’re right. seokmin is insane for proposing to you now.

“c’mon. right here, right now. what do we have to lose?”

another meteor flies above your heads. you’re fairly certain the blast would’ve caused ringing in your ears, if your left eardrum hadn’t burst from an earlier explosion. you stumble into his arms from its impact as the giant space rock crashing into the next neighbourhood over. a protective hand pulls you flush against his chest, shielding your head against the sudden dusty winds.

you know you could always trust on seokmin to catch you.

still, his words ring clear in your mind. you push him away with what little strength you have left. your knuckles whiten along with the death grip you have on his shirt. “min, stop with the nonsense!”

for once, ever since the world’s end was announced, seokmin stops smiling. oh, you realise. he’s not joking. “…y/n, please.” he kneels down before you, offering up a ring as he clasps his hands in yours. it’s a flower ring, you note. you noticed he was twisting the poor flower earlier, but you didn’t know it was for this.

ferocious winds whip your hair back, the charred fabric of your shirt flapping in the wind. you try to urge seokmin to stand up, to run away from the oncoming blaze, but he’s still staring up at you with that stupid, dopey smile of his.

“seokmin, get up! we have to go!”

your words fly over him. “please? we can get wonwoo to officiate. hao and gyu can be our flower girls!”

he’s smiling widely at you, but there are tears pooling in his eyes.

“lee seokmin…” your free hand cups his chin. he nuzzles into it, eyes closed with content. your throat tightens up as you choke your next words out. “the world is falling apart.” you sniff. “we can’t–“

“we can! right here, right now…” he scrambles to his feet, this time both his hands enveloping yours. it’s a familiar comfort, how his thumbs rub over your knuckles. they’ve gotten rough with scratches, but your heart tugs at how gentle he’s treating you still. he slides the flower onto your ring finger, and you can’t help but choke back a sob.

he’s right: what more is there to lose? at the very least, you’ll be going out as lee seokmin’s wife; is that so bad? it’s a title you thought you would hold in at least a few more years.

you finally nod, tears falling freely down your face. from the corner of your eye, you spot wonwoo frantically waving at the both of you to run to safety… not that anywhere seemed safe enough anymore. you wear your own toothy grin, the very one seokmin falls in love everyday with, and you give his hands a tight squeeze.

“…okay. let’s get married.”

lee seokmin + "marry me. right here. right now."

@bluehoodiewoozi has a prompt wheel. i told her i wanted to break the wheel

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“marry me.” seokmin’s eyes are hopeful as they stare back at your wide ones.

“you’re insane, min.”

and you’re right. seokmin is insane for proposing to you now.

“c’mon. right here, right now. what do we have to lose?”

another meteor flies above your heads. you’re fairly certain the blast would’ve caused ringing in your ears, if your left eardrum hadn’t burst from an earlier explosion. you stumble into his arms from its impact as the giant space rock crashing into the next neighbourhood over. a protective hand pulls you flush against his chest, shielding your head against the sudden dusty winds.

you know you could always trust on seokmin to catch you.

still, his words ring clear in your mind. you push him away with what little strength you have left. your knuckles whiten along with the death grip you have on his shirt. “min, stop with the nonsense!”

for once, ever since the world’s end was announced, seokmin stops smiling. oh, you realise. he’s not joking. “…y/n, please.” he kneels down before you, offering up a ring as he clasps his hands in yours. it’s a flower ring, you note. you noticed he was twisting the poor flower earlier, but you didn’t know it was for this.

ferocious winds whip your hair back, the charred fabric of your shirt flapping in the wind. you try to urge seokmin to stand up, to run away from the oncoming blaze, but he’s still staring up at you with that stupid, dopey smile of his.

“seokmin, get up! we have to go!”

your words fly over him. “please? we can get wonwoo to officiate. hao and gyu can be our flower girls!”

he’s smiling widely at you, but there are tears pooling in his eyes.

“lee seokmin…” your free hand cups his chin. he nuzzles into it, eyes closed with content. your throat tightens up as you choke your next words out. “the world is falling apart.” you sniff. “we can’t–“

“we can! right here, right now…” he scrambles to his feet, this time both his hands enveloping yours. it’s a familiar comfort, how his thumbs rub over your knuckles. they’ve gotten rough with scratches, but your heart tugs at how gentle he’s treating you still. he slides the flower onto your ring finger, and you can’t help but choke back a sob.

he’s right: what more is there to lose? at the very least, you’ll be going out as lee seokmin’s wife; is that so bad? it’s a title you thought you would hold in at least a few more years.

you finally nod, tears falling freely down your face. from the corner of your eye, you spot wonwoo frantically waving at the both of you to run to safety… not that anywhere seemed safe enough anymore. you wear your own toothy grin, the very one seokmin falls in love everyday with, and you give his hands a tight squeeze.

“…okay. let’s get married.”

He looks so Big Big Big Big

“The Israeli authority is responsible for war crimes, crimes against humanity and violation of international humanitarian and humans rights law, extermination, intentionally directing attacks against civilians and civilian objects, murder or willful killing, using starvation as a method of war, forcible transfer, gender persecution targeting palestinian men and boys, sexual and gender based violence amounting to torture and cruel or inhuman treatment”

according to a new report by a United Nations-backed independent commission (Independent International Commission of Inquiry on the Occupied Palestinian Territory) presented to the UN humans rights council on 19/06/2024.

if you still believe in Israel’s right of existence, if you remain neutral during this genocide then you are supporting the extermination of an entire population.

Here is the link to a video made by Samer Attar, an American doctor who was part of an international convoy operating in Gaza. It is graphic, gruesome, heartbreaking, it only covers a fraction of what’s going on in Gaza, but you need to watch it to grasp the horrible inhumane conditions in which Palestinians are living right now.

but you belong to me.

— situationship!partner mingyu, who admitted first that he’s romantically and emotionally unavailable but yearned for intimacy, who first mentioned it will be no strings attached and he truly has no desire to being committed, who confidently said that nothing can ever go wrong with this arrangement as long as both of you respected each other’s boundaries and spaces, and the rest of the nonsense he has ever said for the sake of having you close—

yeah, he’s an idiot. he normally wouldn’t care for shit like this, at least nothing serious happened with his previous partners. but it’s you. it’s fucking different.

his eyes narrowed, jaw visibly clenched the longer he watches you dancing with some guy. having fun with someone else who’s not him. he knows he’s being ridiculous at the moment, downright hypocrite for reacting this way and he’s even more frustrated at himself for being.. jealous?

“fuck,” he lowly grunts under his breath, throwing his head back upon coming to realization, eyes flutter shut. no alcohol can make him sane— his blood boils, and suddenly the room feels hot. it pisses him off. the new guy pisses him off. his mind overflows with deep irritation, jealousy, unreasonable rage, it’s toxic. but he’s desperate.

it’s you. he can’t lose you.

mine, mine, mine.

mingyu curses for the last time and quickly gets up, determined to get what he wants. he will show you who you really need.