YESSSSSSSSSS SERVE QUEEN SERVE-

YESSSSSSSSSS SERVE QUEEN SERVE-

every single time i open twitter and tiktok I'm met with content that talks about how jun is underappreciated and neglected in comparison to the rest and every single time it makes me wanna scream, bawl out my eyes and write an angsty hurt/comfort fic about him

y'all ..... I just learnt Mingyu got cast wearing fuckin flip-flops ....

Happening now: American Jews are shutting down 8 bridges in 8 cities across the country for the 8th night of Hanukkah with one clear unified message: permanent ceasefire now [ @/ sumayaawad on X. 12/14/23.] ❤️🇵🇸

EEEEXCUSE ME TF BRO- i just went to Hoshi comfort tag and there were only two posts- ONLY TWO?1!1?1/1/!11 im gonna cry where r my soonie comfort fics when I need them recs anyone?? T-T

*sigh* ......where is my Mingyu when im on my period 😞

if not boyfriend . WHY BOYFRIEND CODED?1? AUGHH

painfully in love

author’s note: very self-indulgent, and wrote it to give some comfort to my darlings who suffer every month. take care yall<3 (also just mentioning that i totally believe he would know what to do bc he has a sister and he is the cutest giant puppy)

synopsis: when your period cramps torture you mingyu is always there to help and give you some comfort.

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff, comfort (mingyu is the best, such a sweetheart) | pairing: mingyu x f! reader | warnings: mentions of pills/medicine, mentions of throwing up, pain

when mingyu stepped into your apartment he knew where he would find you; in the bedroom, under a pile of blankets. you had texted him earlier in the day that you had crazy cramps and asked him to bring some medicine home since you ran out of painkillers. “pretty girl, i am home!” he said loudly to let you know his presence in the house. after taking his coat off he went straight to the kitchen to get you a glass of water and prepared it with the pills and some dark chocolate, since he knew it can help with cramping. he entered the room silently, suspecting that you were asleep by the lack of response to his arrival earlier. he was right; you laid in the middle of the bed, a big fluffy plushie in hand, cluthing onto it tightly, the covers up to your chin, hair messy and spread out on the soft pillow. his heart broke a little; he knew how much pain you were in, it had happened before, that you had very strong symptoms on your period. he decided on not waking you as he felt pity for you and was happy to see that you were getting some rest at last, after being kept up all night by the pain. he settled into the bed next to you cautiously and wrapped his hand around your middle, warming up and massaging your abdomen with his large hands. you felt his form next to you, but didn’t entirely wake up; you just shifted and hugged him unconsciously. “aww, you are so adorable, sweetheart.” he whispered while starting to stroke your hair, playing with the strands in the meantime.

“mingyu…” he heard your mumbles a bit later, not holding you anymore, him working on the computer at the desk in the room. “huh?” he stood up, checking up on your form only to see your eyes closed and brows furrowed, discomfort written all over your features. “you are okay sweetheart, you are okay.” he cooed at you while tucking you in further and kissing your forehead after he saw the creases on it starting to fade, guessing you weren’t in distress anymore.

when you woke up it was almost completely dark outside and the first thing your brain registered was mingyu’s chest. “are you awake, pretty?” he asked gently. “when did you get home? wait i need to get up-“ you tried peeling yourself off mingyu’s body but a sharp pain in your lower stomach made you still your movements. “you okay? are the cramps hitting again?” he looked at you with worried eyes. “yeah.” you pouted, tears threatening to spill from your orbs as the pain increased. “oh sweetheart.” he rubbed your back in calming motions. “i bought painkillers, and i have some water and chocolate to take it with, can you sit up for a moment?” you did as he told and took the medicine, but as expected it needed some time to kick in, and until then you could only wish for the stabbing pain to stop, burying your head in mingyu’s chest as you whimpered in agony. “i’m so nauseous ’gyu. i don’t want to throw up.” you cried while trying to stop your head from spinning; it really had been a long time since you felt this bad. “you won’t. i am so sorry you feel this miserable, pretty girl.” “i am sorry you have to deal with this mingyu. you know how i hate being queasy.” you whined. “even if you do throw up it is okay, you know how you can’t do anything about it baby. tell me if you feel like you are gonna be sick, we will deal with it, alright?” he reassured you and cradled you in his arms, putting you on his chest properly so you could be comfortable. “i hate seeing you in so much pain. i want my happy baby back.” he pouted. “not your fault.” you murmured into his shirt. “thanks for being here.” he kissed your forehead and chuckled lowly. “of course sweetheart, i just wish i could do more.” he smiled sadly. “can i do anything to distract you from the cramps until the medicine works?” he quizzed with a warm expression, his eyes searching your face constantly for any sign of discomfort, ready to adjust to your preferences. “wanna go back to sleep. gotta make up for last night or i will be miserable tomorrow too.” he giggled at your reply, loving how you were so unfiltered on your period, being so real about not wanting to do anything other than sleeping, and not pulling any act about how you are fine and happy. “alright, pretty. then we will do just that. want me to rub your back or turn on a show for some background noise?” you looked up at him, pecking his lips for a quick and lazy kiss as you had absolutely no energy for anything more. “just hold me, please? you are so warm, making me feel sleepy and less achy.” you muttered, already exhausted from fighting your body’s stubborn muscles. “sure. sleep well then.” he whispered. “love you, mingyu.” you said back. “love you too, more than anything. tomorrow will be a greater day. get better soon.”

AAAAAAAA MAFIA WONUUUUU

I WANNNAA BE SAVVVVEDDD-😖

𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ!ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜ, ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɢᴜɴꜱ, ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ (ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʀᴛꜱ), ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, DEATH, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴏʀᴅᴇᴀʟ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: 1572

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴡᴇʟʟ- ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜꜱ. ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪꜱ @ᴛᴀᴛᴛʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ 'ꜱ ʙᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ɢɪꜰᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ… ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ!

Seventeen masterlist

Loving Wonwoo proved to be a difficult task, but you were stubborn. 

Finding out about what he did, about the illegal business, and about the dangerous world he lived in shook you to the core in more ways than you wanted to admit. He was ready to walk away from your life, not wanting to put you in any danger, but after many tears, arguments, some yelling, and whispered promises that you both knew were impossible to keep, he decided to stay. 

There were rules, though. He claimed that questions regarding his lifestyle were off limits. The less you knew, the better. 

You begged him to never kill anyone. Unless it was to save someone. 

“I don’t want you to be a monster, Wonwoo,” you whispered under your breath, feeling his hard embrace surrounding your body. 

“I’m a monster, love. You would never forgive me if you knew the things I’ve done.” 

“Have you ever hurt a child?” 

“No. I’ve never harmed a kid.” 

“An innocent woman?” 

“No. I know my limits.” 

“Are you in the drug business?” You kept asking, wanting to rule out all the possible worst scenarios that kept running through your head. 

“I don’t want to feed people’s addictions,” he said quickly, as if he had someone in his life who had suffered from such a nightmare. 

“So you don’t hurt kids, women, or do drugs. Unless you are a serial killer or something, I do not understand how you are so bad."

“I won’t tell you what I do. But I promise you, I won’t hurt anyone unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead with his eyes closed, ready to slip into sleepland.

That was months ago, and while his world was still the same, your relationship grew stronger. 

After a long afternoon of meetings, Wonwoo waited for you outside your building office, checking on his phone while sitting on the hood of his car. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his white silk shirt and observed your fellow workmates leaving the building, some of them saluting him on their way out. He tried to be subtle about his love life, but he soon understood that he had to be involved in your world, meet your colleagues, your friends, your family, and even your neighbors. 

Lucky for him, his illegal businesses were so well hidden that no one would ever link him to them. So he was safe to run around the city with his hand around yours. 

For now, at least. 

Half an hour passed, and there was no sign of you. He became anxious. So, before going inside the building, guns ablaze (quite literally), he texted you. 

Among all the rules that were established that day when everything was about to end, there was a very important one. One word. A safe word that you would use in case you were compromised or held against your will. Something that wouldn’t raise alarms for whoever was putting you in danger. 

Your safe word was “baby boy”. He hated to be called that. It was the perfect safe word. 

He turned around, looking for the black car that always drove closeby, and made eye contact with Mingyu, his best friend and underboss of his organization. He was always ready to jump to protect Wonwoo or his friend’s girl. 

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asked while getting off the car, grabbing his gun from underneath his leather jacket. Wonwoo didn’t like to use guns, which was a bit ironic because he sold them around the world. That was his business.

“She used her safe word.” 

Mingyu didn’t need another word. You were in danger, and that was all that mattered. 

“If anything happens to her...” 

“Wonwoo, don’t. We’ll get to her.” 

And Wonwoo knew that was true. Even if that was the last thing he did. 

Another slap. You had lost count of how many times his hand had hit your face. There was a red mark with the shape of his hand on your cheek at that point. He just kept hitting you. 

“Turn it on!” 

The guy, whose name you didn’t manage to remember, was forcing you to turn on your phone. After you heard some people screaming and running down the halls, you hid under the table, sent a message to Wonwoo with your safe word, and hoped that he remembered. 

You didn’t know if the people terrorizing your mates were coming for you, but something inside told you it was the moment you and your partner had feared so much: they had found who you were. 

They found Wonwoo’s weakness. 

“Turn this fucking thing on so I can call your stupid boyfriend,” he spat, throwing the phone in your lap. 

He wanted the phone to either call Wonwoo and threaten him to kill his partner or to get his phone number and track his location. One way or another, you were not going to give it to him. 

In a brave, or rather reckless, move, you got up from where you had been sitting, on a corner against the wall, and ran to the nearest window, opened it, and threw the phone all the way to the floor. 

The next thing you knew, your face collided with the cold glass of the window, breaking it. A few drops of blood splashed on the smashed surface, leaving you a bit dizzy. 

“Wrong move, bitch. Now you’ll have to come with me,” the criminal said, grabbing your neck with a strong grip and whispering in your ear. “And I bet we can have a sweet time together before that stupid boyfriend of yours shows up. He doesn’t seem to care about you, huh?”

“I beg to differ, Sangwoo.”

A wave of relief washed over your entire body when you heard Wonwoo’s voice. He was mad; there was no doubt about it. But he was here, and he was going to save you. 

“Look what the cat dragged in!” The man started to sweat, and he was so close to your body you could actually hear his heartbeat increasing. He was scared. 

Good. He should. 

"Stop touching my girl, and I will think about letting you live to see another day." 

Wonwoo’s words were calm, direct, and scary. Sangwoo, the man who kept you hostage, turned both of you around without losing his grip on you. He wasn’t letting you go without a fight. 

“You think you can come here and tell me what to do? Mr. Jeon, look at the position you’re in. You’re standing there, and I’m here with your lovely girl.” 

You felt the muzzle press against your temple, and while you were really sure that Wonwoo would get you two out of this, your tears ran freely down your face, mixing themselves with the blood that kept oozing from your forehead. 

“Let her go. Last warning.” 

“See, that's your problem. You think the world revolves around you. But you see her? She's mine now. She's gonna be my nice little who-”

The last word died on his lips as Wonwoo's bullet went through Sangwoo’s head, ending his miserable life. He moved closer to the lifeless body, emptying the magazine of his gun while shooting at his head. 

Nobody would be able to tell who Sangwoo was. At least, not by looking at his face. 

“Nobody touches what's mine.” 

Two seconds after hearing the gunshot, Mingyu came running into the room, relieved to see the two of you okay. 

Wonwoo dropped to the floor next to you. You didn’t realize it, but you fell to the floor as soon as Sangwoo’s life ceased. You just sat there, thinking how close it had been. What if Wonwoo’s bullet moved a little to the left? 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay; I’m here. I’m here; it’s okay.” 

He kept repeating those words over and over. You didn’t know if it was to calm you down or to calm himself. You were shaking, but you didn’t feel scared. It was a weird feeling. 

“You killed him.” 

“I’ve told you I’m a monster, y/n. You didn’t believe me.” 

You stared at him, knowing that behind that hard, cold demeanor, he was scared of all the possible outcomes that went through his head on the way up to your office floor. He was scared of your reaction, too. 

Would you run away now? 

Your soft hand caressing his cheek made him relax a bit. “You are not a monster. You killed him to save me. You’re my hero.” 

He chuckled dryly. “Heroes don’t kill people.” 

“Let me decide what to consider a hero,” you said, with a hint of pain in your voice that sent him into overdrive. 

He pulled you up from the ground, checking your forehead. “Let’s get you to my medic. You need to get patched up.” 

“What about... him?” 

Wonwoo didn’t spare him a glance. He didn’t deserve it. 

“My guys will take care of it. You’re my main priority right now.” 

And when you walked into the room two days later, because Wonwoo forced you to call in sick, it really was like nothing happened. Not a trace or blood. The broken window had been replaced. Even your chair, which was very uncomfortable, had been changed to a shiny, ergonomic new one. 

Nobody would ever know that Jeon Wonwoo killed a man in that same spot to save the woman he loved.