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mini yunho

genre : pure fluff, ceo!yunho, dad!yunho

word count : 354 words

warnings : none

permanent taglist : @berrysungie​ @oifelixcmerebrou​ @whiteprincessofnohr​ @lyshoonn​

@moon-jun (not yet in the permanent taglist hehe)

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there’s once a little boy, who’s walking alone in a huge hallway. strangers surrounding him, trying to look for his father’s office. his mother told him to stay beside her, but the boy was ecstatic to see his father so he secretly went on his own.

the employees giggled at him, the boy looking adorable in a suit he wore just like his father. soon enough, he finally reached his father’s office. coincidentally, his  secretary came out, “well hello there mini yunho”. the secretary greeted as he patted the boy’s head. “looking for daddy?” 

“dada! dada dada!” the little boy cheerfully chanted. the secretary laughed at his cuteness, he reached for the door so that the ceo’s son could come in.

“here you go little guy, go to daddy” the little boy ran inside the office after hearing the secretary’s confirmation

yunho was looking at the city in front of him through the huge glass on the corner of his office. he felt the door open, habitually he turned to see the visitor. surprise to see his son, without his mother.

“hey buddy!” yunho ecstatically greeted his son, carried him when he got near, sitting him on his hips. “I mishu dada!” his son happily hugged his father

at that moment, yunho heard running footsteps outside his office. he was about to go out to see what the commotion was when the door suddenly opened.

“yunho! our son- oh. I told you to stay beside me right?”

yunho looked at his son who was pouting at him, “buddy, you made mommy worry. what will you say to her?”

the boy glanced at his mother, “sowy mama” fiddling with his fingers, he hid on his father’s neck.

“baby, it’s alright. mama is not mad” comforting the child while walking toward him, patting him on his back.

“mama not mad?” “yes baby, mama is not mad”

“yehey!” the boy threw his arms to his mother’s neck, hugging her. placing a kiss on her son’s forehead, her eyes went to his husband who’s watching them fondly.

“I love you, yuyu” she whispered

“I love you too, sunshine”

This. 😭🥺💖

[8:34am] # song mingi.

the sun was a bleary pool of light through your drab marble patterned curtains; you’d only bought them because they were discounted with the smallest rip in the corner. mingi laid beside you with a smile on his sleepy face, creepily staring at your serene features as you soaked up the sunlight and warmth cascading in waves from his lumbering figure. his eyes were half lidded, head leaning against his closed fist as you squirmed around.

a loud yawn erupted from your mouth as you awoke; mingi flinching from the random sound. you turned over to his direction and took in his happy features. he looked slightly spooked from the unexpected yawn, but appeared the epitome of ‘cozy boyfriend’. you couldn’t help the lazy smile that immediately broke out on your face, your arms stretching open widely. mingi immediately knew what you wanted, laying his head on your smaller chest and letting your arms enclose around his head.

“good morning angel.” his voice rumbled against your pyjama-clothed chest, his body relaxing as you softly greeted him with loving tiredness in your tone. he giggled at your sleepy voice, annoyingly cooing before he scooted down the bed, grasping the edge of your shirt and lifting. you raised an eyebrow but didn’t question anything, laying limply and silently as you anticipated his next move. mingi placed his plump lips against the skin of your lower tummy before blowing excitedly, deeply laughing as you began squirming and tossing out juvenile profanities. his eyes were merely squinted as you grabbed the hem of your clothing and pulled it down, blowing your own raspberry in his direction.

“one of these days, song, one of these days.” you threatened, baring your fist in his direction with a fake snarl. he squealed playfully and pressed his deft fingers into your sides, triggering your ticklishness purposefully and making you want to hurl him into the streets. you plonked your hand against his red hair and he let go, childish giggles filtering from both of your lips as you desperately inhaled, trying to catch your breath from the abrupt attack.

mornings with mingi were always adorably active, he was surprisingly an early-riser and almost always used his lack of exhaustion against you in the form of strenuous little activities. sometimes they were aggressive yet cute cuddle sessions, other times they were babyish attacks that both melted and made your heart palpitate. “you love me though, right?” mingi bit, pressing his forehead against your own annoyingly. you nodded and yawned again, puckering your lips so they pressed against his that were parallel to your own. it was barely a brush but it had mingi’s cheeks dusted with pink.

“well i love you, baby.” he mumbled in that viciously deep voice of his. the baritone was especially octaves lower considering that he just woke up, red hair pitched up from his obscene sleeping positions. his bare chest was visible, tensing abdominals teasing your vision. you looked forward only to be greeted with the attractive picture of his own mono-lidded orbs trailing down your facial features, appreciating every bump and curve and scar. there was something so piercing about mingi’s gaze that nobody could quite explain; it was sincerely something so anxiety-inducing from the sheer sentimentality shining in his glimmering eyes.

suddenly, his lips were on yours and the world was a haze of blaring light, shining over your tangled figures as your intense lip-lock provoked a longing groan to spill from his pinked mouth. mornings with song mingi truly are something special.