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[8.07] dad!mingi × baby!sumin × baby!seeun (ft. uncles!ateez, dad!hongjoong and baby!minjae)

⇀ mingi really is that dad. an enabler dad.

⇁ i ended up writing this after mulling over it for a long ass while (not really but still, long enough) and at this point brat brigade's spam section is my baby!xikers dumping ground. but lookie @flowerboykun i wrote this idea !

⇁ disclaimer : the author is not forcing any ideas or form of relationship between irl characters. this fic is specifically for entertainment purposes

wc : 1.8 k

genre : fluff, dad!au, baby!au

When you first found out that you were pregnant, your first thought went straight to how much fun you'll have dressing your daughter up. Then you found out you were having a boy and Mingi immediately cried because now he can have his twin. Then the second time you got pregnant, you were still hoping to have a girl to dress in frilly clothes and shove the fact that now you have your own twin to Mingi's face. But that day, in the doctor's office, with Mingi and Sumin with his custom baby Gucci beret in his arms, you found out that you were having another boy. It wasn't like you don't want your children, it was just that you know having two boys means that Mingi's going to have so much fun coordinating both boys' outfits.

So now, when Sumin and Seeun reached 5 and 4 years old respectively, you weren't even surprised that Mingi had dedicated a whole Instagram page to document the daily outfits that he coordinated for them. As pissy as you were that you couldn't dress your daughter in pink tutus or sparkly tops, you have to admit that they looked absolutely precious in the outfit their dad had so passionately picked for them.

Sumin is almost always dressed in how Mingi would be dressed on stage, a muted version of his flashy fashion while Seeun is more often than not dressed as a sporty-casual Mingi. They have their own unique styles, of course, but Mingi would always make sure that whenever they go out, people will IMMEDIATELY recognize them as siblings. And now, he had (somehow) managed to rope you into coordinating outfits as a family which you (and Seonghwa as the eldest representative) had limited to special events only because people (Wooyoung) began teasing you both by using the pictures you posted on Instagram and photoshopping them on advertisements (the worst one was for a hemorrhoid cream) which annoyed you (you taking his old as fuck Bathing Ape jacket and threatening to rip it to shreds and use them to wipe your children's snots). Nevertheless, both brothers love being dressed up by their dads so much and you were absolutely grateful for the fact that they never fought over who gets to wear what when, it had always been civil between them and they even do this bit of commenting on each other's outfits just before they go out. It's safe to say that at ages 5 and 4, they can differentiate between Houndstooth and Glen Check, and which is Louis Vuitton and which is Gucci. Yeah, your babies are SPOILED by their dad.

Their taste develops at such a young age that nowadays, they have begun to accessorise themselves. Sumin has been quite into sunglasses lately, even at night, he'd try to wear his dad's sunglasses on top of his head that just ended up falling over his face so Mingi bought him his first Gentle Monster that he adored to pieces. Seeun, on the other hand, has been into hats as of late, particularly bucket hats. It started when you put one on him as he was going to the mall to have fun with his uncle Yunho and cousin Jinsik, and he came home buzzing with excitement and refusing to take his hat off, so he asked you and Mingi to take him to get more hats the next day (he took mostly buckets, of course).

Knowing how important impressions are to your boys, you were rather reluctant to leave them for their first day of pre-K and kindergarten because you were called to the newly established branch of your company in Gyeongsangnam-do. While Seeun cried freely into your chest, Sumin tried to pack himself into your luggage. Thankfully, you were able to compromise with the boys by letting them wear whatever they want for their first day in a new environment and that they would be able to send you pictures and videos as much as they wanted. You thought that there would be no harm done and Mingi would make sure that both boys can freely express themselves within the guidelines. With teary eyes and quivering lips, both boys spent a whole 15 minutes hugging you until you have to go.

So the next day, Mingi arrived with his boys in front of the school and as soon as they got out of the car, Seeun and Sumin rushed to the steps and posed, beyond excited. "Come on, dad! Take a picture!" Sumin called out as he adjusted Seeun's hat so the front flap doesn't cover his eyes. "Coming!" Mingi grinned widely and immediately crouched down a little bit farther away from the two boys with his phone aimed at them, "Now, give mommy a big, big smile and a big pose!"

Clad in blue and white, both boys were grinning widely, very much happy with the outfit that they were adorning. Keeping with the twinning theme, Sumin had a white long-sleeved shirt paired with knee-length light blue shorts, colourful crew socks that he picked out himself, and original white Adidas with black stripes. To top the look off, he had his sunglasses on top of his head as a fashion statement. Meanwhile, Seeun was wearing a white t-shirt with a light blue puffer vest, matching knee-length shorts and matching bucket hat, crew socks, and original black vans. To top it all off, both boys were wearing different black bags; Sumin with his Parents walking past them genuinely thought that the boys were celebrity children which was technically true since their dad is an idol but they themselves also seemed like tv personalities with how confident they were in front of the camera and they were dressed too fashionably for a day in school.

When Sumin and Seeun had their fill of posing and taking pictures, Mingi shot you a quick text with a picture of your boys before jogging to his boys who grabbed his hands upon contact. "Okay, it's a big big day for Seeunnie here, so please listen to your teacher for everything. That goes to you too, Sumin, Okay?" Mingi eyed the two boys who were staring up at him intently, "I can't have mommy getting a call saying that you stuck a crayon up your nose again like your first day in Pre-K," Mingi squinted his eyes at the eldest boy who whined and stomped his feet in embarrassment at the mention of his accident while his younger brother snorted at him. Some parents were rushing to get their kids in but the Song boys were enjoying their leisure walk as the family head told them how to conduct themselves. Seeun was looking up at his dad, listening carefully while Sumin was kicking pebbles along the path whilst maintaining hand-holding with Mingi.

Just as the boys were about to reach the entrance of the school, a teacher came approaching with a smile on her face. "Why hello there!" she greeted as she crouched down in front of the boys which made Sumin's smile drop and Seeun stepped back and hid behind one of Mingi's legs, "I see that you two are ready for school, huh? Look at your clothes!" The compliments she was giving made Sumin puff up his chest proudly as Seeun took half a step forward to look at the teacher curiously. "I love your outfits so much, however, we don't allow accessories like hats and sunglasses in our classes," the teacher's eyes peered up to Mingi as if seeking his help to remove the items from his kids and hopefully take him home with him.

Hearing that they couldn't wear their accessories, Sumin and Seeun whipped their heads to Mingi with the saddest face ever. Mingi, however, didn't even need the push from his sons to step up for them. "Why not?" he asked without sparing a second. The teacher seemed taken aback, not expecting that a parent would question the rules that have been established for a long time in the school. "Because... It's an accessory sir, it's not part of the outfit guidelines for the students," if she thought that would just drop it, she was sorely mistaken. Mingi looked around at the other kids that were starting to arrive and noticed some little girls with accessories on them which he pointed at with his chin, "I don't think I read anything about bead bracelets, necklaces, and earrings," he shrugged. To anyone who didn't know him, it might seem like Mingi was being annoying or unreasonable but in reality, Mingi was simply being inquisitive. The teacher seemed stunned because he did have a point but at the same time, no one has ever raised an issue or even just a question about female students wearing accessories before. "Uh... I mean..." Truly, she was stumped but she had to answer because she was supposed to have an answer, "W-well, the accessories the boys wear could be dangerous as things like your son's sunglasses could poke other children in the eyes and no one is allowed to wear hats in class." Hearing their accessories being mentioned, both children grabbed the items mentioned as if to not let anyone take them away. "Yeah, but... Why? I don't see any problem if my boys are not gonna distract any children with their accessories or disturb the class. If anything, those glass ball thingies in those girls' hair ties could potentially blind other children if they snapped or the necklaces they wore could break, fall into a student's drinking cup and choke on it."

Just as the teacher was about to answer, two people came and stopped where they stood still. She didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing, though. "What are you guys doing here?" Hongjoong asked with an eyebrow raised, Minjae on his side on his iPad with his headphones on. Both Sumin and Seeun immediately beamed and rushed to hug their uncle Joongie tightly, greeting him with muffled voices. "The teacher said Sumin can't wear his sunglasses and Seeun can't wear his bucket hat," Mingi sighed, shrugging his shoulders in confusion. Hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows and planted his hands on his hips, "What do you mean they can't wear their sunglasses and bucket hat?" The teacher was about to answer when Mingi answered for her instead, "Well she said those items could hurt other children?" To which Hongjoong replied with a scoff and his arms crossed over his chest, "And those tiny catapults in the girls' hair couldn't?" In agreement, Mingi clapped his hands together, "Thank you!"

It seemed like both fathers were so into their conversations that they didn't realize the kids were looking at each other. Minjae pulled his headphone down and tucked his iPad into his bag securely before taking both of Sumin and Seeun's hands into his. He stepped up to the dumbfounded teacher (who looked like she was about to cry) and spoke, "We'll be getting to class first, miss, we'll be late," he smiled widely before bowing and walking away with Sumin and Seeun in tow, not even giving a chance for the teacher to tell him that he was not supposed to bring electronics into class and that Sumin and Seeun were still not supposed to wear their accessories.

This issue could be resolved, right?

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[9.55] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ good thing you're smart, if not Wooyoung wouldn't have a whole attitude change

⇁ tw : violence, torture, kindapping, mafia life

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

You don't remember how long it has been since they captured you. Being stuck in a basement would do that apparently.

Whoever was behind your capture had been torturing you beyond your own imagination. They had starved you, hit you, kicked you, attempted to drown you, tied you in an uncomfortable position every night, and sent in someone to make sure you don't get an ounce of sleep.

All that just to get information on Wooyoung.

Currently, you're being tied to a chair, being once again interrogated for informations you had no clue about, "things would be much easier if you'd just give us what we want," the buff man in front of you said, he held a knife to your cheek but at this point you couldn't even flinch, "where is Jung Wooyoung's headquarters?"

Your cold outfit was clinging onto you like second skin, it's uncomfortable and it's dirty, the cold had definitely impacted your health.

Recently all you've been able to feel is just the headache and the burn from inside your body. Not even the abuse given to you was able to inflict you pain.

Everything's just numb.

You look up at the man, almost with a challenging look as you press your face daringly to the blade, "I. Don't. Know." you spat each word like venom.

The man laughed, pretty amused at how daring you are being, "you're his wife, there is no way you wouldn't have known," you rolled your eyes at him, bitter that he used the word 'wife' because you know fully well that Wooyoung would never treat you as such, "then I must've not been his wife now, am I?" You retorted back at him, slightly shocking him because this is the first time within the (apparently) 7 days you've been captured that you had said something else other than 'I don't know' or 'fuck you'.

Everyone was startled at the revelation, they probably hadn't concidered that you might not be Wooyoung's wife. No one really know about Wooyoung's personal life, it seems.

Seeing their hesitance, you take this as your chance of escaping.

The buff man grab your hair harshly, his eyes narrowing at you in suspicion, "don't lie to me, whore, if you're not his wife, then why'd you have a wedding ring on?" "Stole it from my mistress before I ran away, needed the money," you lied easily, surprising yourself.

"And why are you wearing it?" He asked again, "to make it less inconspicuous, people need to believe that this belongs to me or else they'll alert the cops that I'm a thief,"

He seemed to be having an inner turmoil on whether or not he should believe you.

With how you've been acting and the lack of evidence that you are Wooyoung's wife, you could really have been the wrong target.

"That means Handong lied to us," he said as he push your head away, talking to one of the men next to him, "bring him in and get this bitch out," he said simply before turning back to leave.

But before he walked out of the room, he looked back once more at you with a bitter smirk, "make sure to... deal... with her first, insurance for your silence,"

When the doors closed, 5 men approach your figure, still tied on the chair.

One of them crouch down in front of you, he brush your hair out of your face with a sad smile, "I'm sorry that we have to do this, pretty girl," confused at what he said, you just stared at him. But then he suddenly slap you so hard that you fell down along with the chair you're tied to.

And thus began one of the longest night of your life.

Meanwhile Wooyoung was getting antsy. His men couldn't find you anywhere and there isn't a second when he didn't regret turning his abundance of cctv off

He spent his days either in meetings or trying to track your whereabouts. San had to step in and actually force him to eat, going as far as cuffing him to his chair and spoon-fed him, even throwing a cheesy "would (Y/N) be happy to see you in this state?" At him to which he replied, "considering how I treat her, I wouldn't be surprised if she is,"

So far, neither yours nor his parents were aware of your disappearance. His dad only asked about you once to ensure he still has leverage, which of course Wooyoung lied, he's already stressed over your disappearance the last thing he need is for his dad to bit his head off.

Each night he spent sleeping in his bedroom, moping to the fact that he genuinely misses and worried about you. He regret taking you for granted, taking your presence for granted. Now, he could only imagine your sleeping form next to him using the memories of when he actually slept in bed with you. He used to be able to feel your warmth next to him, now it's just cold and he dislike it.

Tonight was no different. Before he got into bed, he went to the walk-in closet and look at all the dresses he had brought you to events that you went to (re : events he was forced brought you because his parents would be there). He remembered every how you looked in every single one of them.

It's pathetic of him, to be pining over the woman he claimed to have no care about.

Just as he turned the walk-in closet's lights off, there were commotions from downstairs, then a huge bang like his front doors had been barged open.

Diving into his instincts, Wooyoung grabbed the nearest gun he had hid all around the room and ran out, thinking that it was a raid by his rivals.

But when he looked down from the second floor to the living room, his heart wrenched and he froze.

San had you in his arms, you looked sickly pale with bruises all over your exposed arms and legs, clothes had chunks of them torn, and you weren't moving. One would assume that you're dead.

Wooyoung dropped his gun and ran to his friend who had just put you on the couch.

The sight of you looking so broken panicked him. He wanted to hold you and be glad that you're home, but he doesn't wanna hurt you. He wanted to tell you how sorry he is and that he'll make up to you but he's not sure whether or not you're still alive.

He snapped his head towards his staff, "call the doctor! Call Kang Yeosang in!" He barked to which his staffs immediately obeyed, scrambling to do as he ordered.

"God, baby, who did this to you?" He muttered to himself, reaching forward to brush your hair out of your face.

You stirred a bit when you heard his voice ans managed to open your eyes despite the splitting headache and the soreness all over your body.

When your eyes met his, you smiled, "hey, what are you doing in my dreams?" You croaked out, throat obviously sore and beyond parched from having been denied fluids for so long. It was your turn to brush his bangs from his eyes, something you've always wanted to do but know never could considering his dislike that turned out to be hatred towards you.

You suddenly frown at him, making his gaze on you softer, "I'm sorry," you muttered, not able to speak louder. At that, he tilted his head, "for what?" "Not being able to stay gone, I had to had the will to live, I should've let them kill me," you said before you slip into unconsciousness, rendering Wooyoung speechless at your words.

Before he was able to retaliate, San had swoop you back into his arms to take you to an empty room so Yeosang could come in and treat you.

"No," Wooyoung called, stopping San in his tracks, "bring her to my- our room, she should feel comfortable," to which San just nodded and obey, knowing how important it is to have you next to him as much as him next to you.

Yeosang came in not long after and spent 3 hours cleaning and stitching your wounds, checking for possible internal injuries, all the while making sure he's handling you with the utmost care as Wooyoung had been glaring daggers at him. Whether it serve to be a warning to not harm you or a sign of jealousy as Yeosang had a perfectly valid reason to cut your shirt and shorts off for handling.

"I can't make a clear diagnosis without checking for internal injuries, we have to take her to the hospital," Yeosang said. But Wooyoung just snap at him, "then freaking bring the machines here! She's not leaving this mansion and she's not leaving my side!"

Both men just stared at each other for a few minutes, Yeosang holding onto his ground on wanting simplicity, and Wooyoung being afraid of losing you from his sight again.

Knowing how stubborn his friend can be, Yeosang was first to crack, sighing and nodding at Wooyoung, "I'll see what I can do," he said simply before going out to talk to San about possibly transporting some of his machines.

The rest of the night, Wooyoung took care of you. He had put you in one of his large, white button up because it's the easiest to put on you. He stayed by your side in a chair, afraid that he might hurt you (than he already necessary does with his words) if he were to slip in bed with you.

As he watch you, his hands moved to held yours in his. His thumbs were rubbing the back of your hand when it suddenly caught on something.

Looking down, he noticed that it's your wedding ring, matching his own which he's wearing.

It brought a smile to his face seeing you're still holding onto it so dearly. You could've left it for him to find and throw away the day you left, but you had decided to take it with you.

Could it be that despite everything he's done to you, you don't want to completely erase him from your mind?

And that's what made Wooyoung broke down and cried.

He didn't deserve you, not one bit. But despite that, he knows that he's the only one capable enough of taking care of you, to provide for whatever it is that you need.

So at that moment, with you back in hia arms, he decided to step up and assume his responsibilities and treat you as how you deserve to be treated.

[11:28 pm] c.s

Today was too much. You felt stretched too thin at work with everything you decided you had to complete before you could enjoy your weekend. And then your friends decided to invite you out to dinner which you couldn’t say no to because you were dying to see them. And after having a great time catching up and arriving back home, you wanted to crash after taking almost two steps into your house.

You had moved in with your boyfriend San and started to add little pieces of you all over. From adding a toothbrush to the bathroom or making sure a candle was lit to make it smell like things were constantly baking. And you had to admit, you had stolen most of San’s clothes so why not spray your perfume on them to make them smell like you as a nice little surprise.

Walking into your room, you kicked off your shoes that were killing your feet all evening and hung up your jacket so it wouldn't get wrinkles. Your hands fumbled around your wrists to take off your bracelets and then took off your earrings but for some reason, you had a hard time taking off your necklace.

Through the frustrated noises you were making, you heard footsteps behind you and a deep, soothing voice whisper in your ear, “Having trouble Princess?" And San wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest, making instant goosebumps rise on your skin.

“No, i just can’t get this stupid- yes I need help.” Frustrated with the clasp, you stopped meddling with your necklace and pulled your hair off of your neck so San could help you. What felt like twenty minutes of you trying to pry the clasp open only took two seconds for San to do in record timing, almost annoying you but making you more grateful than anything.

“Is that better Princess?” San asked turning you around to cup your face in his hands while your head relaxed into his embrace to show how drained you were.

“Much.” You mumbled, almost too tired to say anything and avoid collapsing right then and there. San had noticed how you had walked into the door and not said anything, which wasn't like you, and knew how tired you were but he loved it when he could prove to you, the person who spends their time dedicated to helping others, that he could properly take care of you.

San had bent down to place his hands to carry you bridal style and placed you carefully on your shared bed. He turned around to go get a washcloth to wipe your face clean of any makeup you had on and when he returned to you, he watched your eyes open and close every few seconds, clearly moments away from drifting off to sleep. He sat down on the bed and you turned onto your side to face him, holding out your arms and using your grabby hands to try and make him cuddle with you.

“Not yet baby, just give me one second to let me clean any makeup off of your face.” He said and gently ran the warm washcloth over your eyelids, eyelashes, and cheeks a couple times to make sure no trace was left behind. He threw the washcloth in the laundry hamper and crawled into bed with you and you immediately wrapped yourself around him. You were out almost immediately, finally relieved that you could rest and stop fighting your fatigue. San kissed your forehead and gently whispered to you, “Sweet dreams my princess” as the two of you drifted off to blissful rest as one.

[9:33 AM]

monday mornings always suck, but they definitely suck more when you have to stand outside in the freezing weather as you wait for your bus to arrive.

lucky for you, you’ve got yunho by your side as company, but you’re both shivering and there seems to be nothing you can do about it, judging by the way goosebumps cover your skin even beneath a thick hoodie. yunho’s thick hoodie, to be more specific, because you steal them every chance you get.

he doesn’t mind at all; he actually thinks you look unbelievably adorable in his clothes that are way too big for you, but he’d never tell you that. he’s simply too shy. in fact, he’s already blushing solely because you look so small and cuddly right now.

“god, why does it have to be so cold?” you whine, jumping from foot to foot as you try to warm up your freezing body. “I’m starting to think my nose is gonna fall off!”

he pets your head as if you’re a child, or perhaps a small dog, and he laughs at your antics. “it’s not that cold,” he argues.

“yunho, I can see my breath! you know it’s real when you have to become a fucking dragon to survive the weather,” you insist, making him laugh again, and he keeps laughing every time he looks at you still bouncing around like a funky little molecule. you think it’s the cutest thing ever because his whole face seems to light up and his eyes sparkle like the pretty anime boy he is.

when he catches you staring at him, totally in a daze because holy shit he is so precious, he covers his mouth with both hands and continues to giggle. you can feel the butterflies in your stomach going haywire, and you nervously twiddle your thumbs.

“look at you, laughing at my suffering! next time you’re cold, don’t even bother asking for cuddles. seriously.” you look away and huff, but both of you know it’s just a bit of teasing - you could never resist a good cuddle session with your best friend. he’s like a big teddy bear, except he’s naturally very warm so he’s kind of like a hot water bottle, too.

“sorry, you just kind of remind me of one of those car sale noodle-arm wavy guys. you know the ones I mean?” one look at your expression tells him you know exactly what he means, and he can’t help the next round of giggles that escape him.

some times passes (though not without a few more remarks and several giggle outbursts) and your bus has still not arrived. it’s a good thing you’re not in a rush, because it doesn’t seem like it’ll be showing up any time soon.

”if I’d known we would have to wait this long, I would’ve brought my whole bed with me,” you complain, leaning your head against his shoulder - well, more accurately his arm because you can’t quite reach his shoulder. “but at least you’re comfy too.”

wordlessly, he slips his hand into yours and intertwines your fingers. you stare down at your hands, eyes wide and finally your face isn’t freezing - in fact, it’s completely burning up.

sure, you guys are pretty comfortable with each other. cuddle sessions, cheek kisses, sometimes you even fall asleep in his bed together. so really, holding hands is quite tame, but something about the way he looks around casually and pays no attention to it makes it feel incredibly domestic, and that thought is both scary and attractive to you.

scary, because you don’t know how to face your feelings for him, since you’ve been friends for such a long time and you’re terrified that making it more than platonic could ruin everything.

attractive, because there’s really no one else in the world you’d rather have this relationship with. you already trust him with everything, your heart included. taking things a step further would just confirm he feels the same way.

you stand there in silence, holding hands with your head resting against his shoulder again. maybe one day you’ll work up the courage to tell him how you feel.

[7:11 PM]

you can’t help but stare with starry eyes at the scene before you. hongjoong sits in front of his piano, face shining bright with a closed-eye smile as the familiar tune of aurora echoes around the room. the blinds let in the light from outside, a gentle golden glow that fits the mood perfectly.

he sings along and you join him, feeling the emotion and effort he poured into this song and relishing in the moment together.

maybe the typical idea of a birthday celebration is a party, or some sort of social event. usually, you'd invite some friends or your family and there'd be presents and cake.

hongjoong, however, prefers to celebrate in a different way - he likes to spend the day alone with you and enjoy the soft, quiet moments of life together where no one else is looking in and observing. the chance to let himself appreciate simplicity and express his thoughts and feelings without filtering it for the sake of anyone else is rare.

that's why you're together right now, surrounded by music and the warmth of songs written with love, and although neither one of you is speaking directly to the other, you can still feel the meaning behind his lyrics when he turns to you and smiles.

when he looks down at the keys again, you find that you still can't look away from him. his profile is gorgeous, but it's everything you can see swirling behind his pretty brown eyes that really captures your attention.

it's the way they light up when he looks at you, and that passion you see when he's working in his studio regardless of the time, and the kind, warm glow he radiates whenever he's with the people he loves.

he's just so wonderful, it's almost unfair to your poor heart. it seems crazy that you were blessed with the opportunity to meet someone as wonderful as him and fall helplessly in love.

as the song ends and he turns back to face you again, you realise that the craziest part by far is the way he returns your love with an equal amount of dedication.

the room remains silent, but that's because you both know you're thinking the same three words.

"I love you."

[6:35 PM]

“mingi, I’m really not that sick, it’s just a cold,” you croak out before another coughing fit starts and you’re writhing around in mild pain. you try to play it off like it’s nothing, but your subtle wheezing lets him know how you really feel.

mingi frowns at you from the doorway, shaking his head at your desperate attempts to convince him you’re fine.

it’s your anniversary today, and of course your cheesy (but absolutely precious and sweet) boyfriend planned a romantic night together where you’d go to a fancy restaurant and eat overpriced, tiny morsels of food while sipping even more expensive wine. it makes you both feel like young, rich CEOs for a night and it’s so lovely to just relax and talk for hours without responsibilities or interruptions.

unfortunately, the aforementioned interruptions arrived before the date did. you’re stuck in bed with the most painful sore throat of your entire life, your voice is almost gone and you cannot stop coughing. for a good minute, before he arrived to watch over you, you were pretty certain this would be the end (when you told him that, he called you dramatic but asked what your desired funeral plans were nonetheless).

mingi leaves for a moment to grab you another bottle of water and a throat lozenge and places them on your bedside table, taking a seat at your desk as your designated caregiver for the evening. he leans over to push your hair out of your face, and you can’t help but pout at him.

“don’t worry about it, muffin. you need to rest and I’m here to take care of you, okay?” he reassures you, smiling sweetly. you try to smile back, but you feel so guilty for ruining the night, even if it was something out of your control.

“but...you planned everything, mingi,” you say, bottom lip trembling a little as your eyes prick with tears, “and you were so excited about it.”

he shakes his head, gently cupping your face with his hand. leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your forehead. your hand finds his free one and you lace your fingers together, watching him silently for a few sweet moments.

"your health comes first." he smiles again. "besides, we're spending time together right now, no? who cares if we don't stick to the original plan, I'm still here with you and I couldn't be happier."

you want to add to the conversation but another coughing fit stops you when you try.

"well, maybe I'd be slightly happier if you weren't dying in my arms," he jokes and you smack him lightly.

it's still upsetting that you were unable to go out together, but you realise he's right. the whole point of an anniversary celebration is to spend time with the person you love, and even though you're falling asleep and your throat is kind of burning, mingi is still by your side tonight.

he pulls your blanket over you, tucking you in as you finally let your heavy eyelids close.

"happy anniversary, muffin," he whispers once you're asleep, "I love you."

[10:23 AM]

"hwa," you whine, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, "come on. we've slept in way too long."

he simply grumbles and pulls you back into a hug, and you sigh in defeat. you've been wiggling for a full minute, it's futile.

"nuh, you're so warm. it's too early," he complains against your shoulder, words muffled from your skin and the slurring that comes naturally when a sleepy boy is trying to convince you not to move.

he's cute as hell, but as much as you both wish it was, that's not a valid excuse for being late to your brunch date with the rest of the boys.

"babe, I'm serious. we're gonna be late," you tell him, but you probably should've considered the lack of shits he gives when he's tired, because he doesn't budge at all.

"two more minutes, love. then you can drag me out of bed, hm?" he bargains.

laughing, you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair and he leans into your touch.

though you'd consider yourself more of a night owl than a morning person, there's always something special about spending moments like these together. light streams in through your blinds - even though they're still closed, the useless things - and brightens the room with a warm yellow glow, and it looks and feels heavenly.

or it did, at least, but the moment is over when you hear someone snoring in your ear.

"alright, that's it. you gave me permission," you say as you finally break free of seonghwa's hold, standing up and reaching for his arm, "so up you get."

with one big tug, you manage to drag him a few centimetres. you suppose it counts as progress, but you ultimately decide to try his legs instead. pulling him towards the end of the bed, you manage to wake him (and startle him, but you don't feel very sorry for it) with your efforts.

"hey, hey," he cries, "I didn't sign up for this!"

your dragging does not cease.

"yes, you literally did! come on, hwa," you laugh as he finally accepts his fate and rolls his way towards you.

sitting up, he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into your tummy. your hands go back to playing with his hair, and you can hear him sigh happily. he leans back and looks up at you with a sweet smile.

"alright, I'm up," he says.

you lean down and place a small kiss on the tip of his nose, causing him to giggle as a soft blush warms his cheeks.

"it's about time, sleepyhead."

[11:36 PM]

"minks, I'm ready! you can start it," you call out to your boyfriend as you skip down the hallway.

you hear a distant grumble of acknowledgement and when you enter the living room, you see mingi buried beneath the pile of pillows you'd collected in advance. he still has yet to press play on the movie despite your request, so you decide to pester him.

standing next to the couch where he's laying, you repeatedly poke his shoulder to get his attention. his head reappears from beneath the cushions and as his eyes focus on your form, they widen significantly.

"bun, are you, like, uh," he stutters, clearing his throat, "is that my shirt?"

you nod and spin around once, showing off the dark blue oversized shirt you stole from mingi's drawer minutes prior. it seems as though you've temporarily stunned him, so you do a little dance and jump around.

"it looks nice, right? I might have to steal the rest of your clothes, minkie," you joke as you bounce.

his eyes are still wide as ever and his mouth is a little 'o', but he sits up and makes grabby hands towards you. you shuffle forwards and he grabs your sleeves where they hang past the tips of your fingers, flapping them around.

"baby, you're so cute," he coos, pouting, "it's so big on you! you're so tiny, it's so oversized and I am going to cry about it."

you giggle and lightly smack his face with a sleeve. he opens his mouth in a silent scream of 'I can't handle this, oh my GOD', and stands up to squish your face with both hands.

"look at you! lord, forgive me for simping but I am so in love with you, y/n," he rants, planting small kisses all over your face while you simply stand there happily.

once he's satisfied with the number of kisses he's given you, he wraps his arms around your waist and falls back onto the pillow pile, bringing you down with him. you kiss his cheek, smiling.

“I’ll take that as permission to steal a few more shirts, yes?” you ask, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“please,” he responds, eyes closed and a big grin on his face, “steal as many as you’d like.”

[10:02 PM]

the rain feels icy against your skin, but it only serves to amplify the warmth of yunho’s hand against your waist. his other hand is holding yours, raised as you twirl and sway together.

there’s no music playing, but you don’t need it; you simply dance to the sound of the water falling to the ground and your own laughter as it fills the air.

“you look stunning, angel, even with your clothes soaked through,” yunho says, his cheeks flushed from the cold rain, “actually, especially like this.”

you giggle as he pulls you towards him, back pressed against the wet button up he’s wearing, and he kisses the top of your head before you move away again.

the moon casts a silver glow over the two of you as you dance in the light, and the droplets of water sitting on yunho’s pretty lashes give his eyes an ethereal sparkle. he looks positively magical, and his bright smile only seems to confirm that theory because suddenly, it feels like you’ve got a thousand butterflies in your stomach.

“yunho,” you call, and when he looks you in the eye, you smile back, “I think I love you. no, I know I do. I know I love you.”

though it became increasingly more obvious each day, you’d never said those three words to each other prior. 

yunho’s eyes widen and he pauses for a moment, just standing there in the rain, but his hands still hold your waist and hand. he steps towards you and you let him close the distance between your lips, eyes slipping shut.

the only sounds you can hear are the rain falling and your heart pounding, and even with the cold water weighing down your clothes, you feel warmer than ever.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he whispers against your lips.

you swear you see tears in his eyes when he pulls away, but maybe it’s just the rain.

you know it’s tears, though, because you feel them pricking your eyes too as he twirls you around once more.

[2:16 PM] (TW: panic attack)

it happened completely unexpectedly.

the weather is lovely, and you managed to buy everything you wanted today. you weren’t bothered by the crowd of people who are also enjoying the warmth of summer, and you’d been laughing about something with jongho just moments before everything happened.

suddenly, someone had shouted. it was probably a petty argument, just two people bickering over trivial things, but the cause of it doesn’t matter because the sound alone made your anxiety spike and suddenly you’re spiraling.

jongho continues talking about whatever you had been discussing, but he stops when he realises something is wrong.

you look around at the people walking past, and you’re hyperaware of every little noise and movement. everything is so loud and you feel like you can’t even hear your own thoughts, but the pounding of your heart is somehow drowning it all out anyway.

you don’t hear jongho calling your name, but when he moves next to you and waves a hand in front of your face, still confused by what’s happening, you suddenly reach for it.

“jongho,” you mumble, trying your keep your voice from cracking, “I just- I can’t do this right now. I can’t do anything right now, I can’t-”

“woah, hey, it’s okay,” he cuts you off, gently placing his other hand on your shoulder.

holding one of his hands tight with both of yours, you stare at him with wide, scared eyes, and a concerned frown finds its way to his face. looking around at your surroundings, he bites his lip as he tries to think of what to do.

“let’s go somewhere else, okay?” he suggests, and when you nod, he takes your hand and leads you away from the crowded area.

once you’re somewhere much quieter, he finds a spot for you to sit. taking a seat, you wring your shaky hands as if trying to physically rid your body of the anxiety. you stare at the ground, trying to regulate your breathing and count down from 10 slowly, but it feels like you have no control over your lungs.

choked sobs escape you as tears stream down your face, and you feel guilty and regretful despite it being out of your control. jongho kneels in front of you and asks you to look at him, so you do. he holds out a hand and you place your hand in his.

“you’re alright, okay? you’re safe, and you’re going to be absolutely fine. I promise.”

you nod, and though you’re still anxious and shaky, his words do help you calm down. he repeats affirmations over and over, looking right at you and watching your expression for any sign of discomfort because he really wants to help but if you need space, he’s going to give you that.

“is it okay if I sit down next to you?” he asks after a few minutes pass, and you nod with a weak smile.

the warmth of his body beside you helps keep you grounded, and you rest your head against his shoulder. your heart is still racing and your cheeks burn from crying, but you feel like you can finally breathe.

he doesn’t speak, he just wraps an arm around you and lets you calm down. more time passes, and you finally decide to say something.

“jongho, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the day or anything, I’m really so sorry,” you apologise, unable to look him in the eye.

he turns to you and places both his hands on your shoulders, expression both serious and kind. shaking his head, he says, “don’t ever apologize for something like this, Y/N. you’ve done nothing wrong, there’s no reason to be sorry and you didn’t ruin the day. okay?”

you just nod because you’re sure you’ll start crying again if you try to speak. he pulls you into a hug and you let yourself relax into the comfort of his embrace.

at the end of the day, even if things don't always go well, at least you know that jongho will always be by your side to help you up when you fall down.

[5:48 AM]

"mink," you groan, rolling over and stretching your arms above your head as you feel the night's sleepy haze already beginning to wear off.

curse your responsible brain for consistently waking you up at the crack of dawn, even on weekends. you want nothing more than to experience a single night of deep sleep that carries through until late morning, or even early afternoon, but alas, you lay awake in bed.

not only are you upset about the time, you're also practically cooking beneath the sheets from the heat of a random unnecessarily hot day. isn't summer technically over now?

mingi doesn't respond verbally, still fast asleep like a normal person, but he does try to turn you back to face him and you have to pull out the expert dodging moves to prevent it. you fear his cuddles will be far too warm.

you stare up at the ceiling, totally not vibing right now. it feels much too early to be fully conscious again, and you'd be quite happy to knock out right this second, but the situation is Not Ideal™.

the light that peaks through the blinds is pale blue and slowly growing brighter, signifying that it's probably only around 6am. you sigh quietly and rub your eyes.

as a desperate attempt to return to your peaceful dream world, you roll back over and snuggle up against mingi's chest, opting to yeet the blankets off your legs to balance the temperature. he seems content now that you're close to him again, and you press a kiss to his cheek as you close your eyes.

you're not sure if he's half asleep or actually awake now, but he reaches a hand up to pet your head comfortingly and whispers unintelligible words in his deep, gravelly morning voice.

the warmth of his body against yours is admittedly not as enjoyable as it would usually be, but you find yourself curling further into his embrace anyway.

somehow, almost magically, the sound of mingi's heartbeat and gentle whispers is soothing enough to lull you back to a deep sleep full of sweet dreams again.

you suppose a soulmate can help you with anything.