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Mingi helping his S/o take her hair down

this is definitely long awaited! inspired by this ask by @frgogh here on tumblr!

It was about 5 in the afternoon and you were sitting on the couch literal seconds away from tears. You had a head full of braids to take down and you were probably only a quarter of the way done. The rat tail comb long forgotten as you mindlessly unraveled braid after braid.

You had not a clue in the world how long you've been sitting here in the couch but you knew it had been a long time. "Are you okay" you relax at the sound of the voice you loved the most. Your boyfriend. You look up at him, frustration clear on your face. "I'm not okay" you sigh. He sits down on the couch next to you pulling you close. "Is it okay if I help?" He asks. Your body instantly perked up at the idea. "You really want to help!?" You smile. He blinks at you a few times not understanding your instant burst of excitement. He nods his head before responding. "If it has you this stressed i'll gladly help" He places a gently kiss to your forehead. It took everything in you not to attack him right then and there.

You both find a more comfortable hair-taking-down position and get to work. You first started off by showing him how to unravel the hai, after a few braids he finally got the concept down. His hands were so gentle on your scalp as if he were scared to hurt you. It was rare that you let him just touch your hair and he knew to respect your boundaries, but you letting him help you with such a tedious task made him smile. He's glad he can help you and ease the stress that taking down this style has brought you.

Now that you had help the process didn't take nearly as long and you got to have an intimate moment with your lover. "Thank you so much baby" you couldn't stop smiling. You ended up placing about a million kisses all over his face as a thank you. He didn't mind helping one bit though. He even offered to help you wash your hair and prep for your next style which you gladly agreed too. He was so eager to learn about your hair and how to care for it and he was glad you were eager to teach him!

this is how you fall in love | Mingi ff

Mingi x fem! tomboy blk reader

INTRO CHAPTER HERE

Summary: Mingi wanted to dance in the September rain with you and eat your favorite ice cream on hot summer days. He wanted to know the things you don't tell your close friends and he wanted to know your favorite song and your favorite day of the week. He wanted to know all the things that made you, you.

Line Inspiration: From Strangers to friends, friends into lovers.

More details: you are a tomboy who doesn't have luck with dating boys because they saw you as one of the boys. You are too boyish for them to find cute. And when you tried to be girly it seemed forced. You have a crush on this guy named Yunho who couldn't bother to call you by the correct name. And then there was the boy you didn't like, Mingi and the feeling was mutual.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a slice of life romance, teenagers daily life's. Angst and fluff, and rocky relationship with parent.

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this is how you fall in love | Intro

Mingi x fem! tomboy blk reader.

no warning tags.

More about Mingi's ff.

Go here for CHAPER ONE

The sun was shining brightly, but raindrops were falling from the sky. You're in Mingi's bed. He felt nice with his warm skin against yours. Your fingertips softly drag down his bare back. Mingi snored loudly and oddly you find it to be soothing.

There was no romantic involvement between you and Mingi. But with how your bodies are in close proximity, with his arm and leg draped over you; It was evident that there was a connection between you both, despite ignoring the truth.

Mingi’s presence in your life was like a warm summer’s day and he was like cold rain. The boy you hated now became the boy you wanted. And for Mingi, it was the same.

The hate could have been something else that you were too afraid to explore any deeper.

And for Mingi, it wasn’t even hate anymore. He wasn’t sure if it was hate, to begin with.

 It was love. 

And being a teenager in love wasn’t like how it’s depicted in some movies. It’s messy and confusing; when you’re torn between your heart and what you’re feeling.

 Mingi vents to his best friends about how stupid love is. But you were the definition of that stupid love. When he was alone, all his thoughts were about you and every sappy love song, he heard was about you too. 

You breathe in his scent. He smelt of sweat and the outdoors. Mingi had played soccer earlier in the day and didn’t have time to shower when you showed up at his house crying because you and your dad had gotten into an argument. Comforting you was more important than a shower for Mingi. Besides, he thought he would take one after you calmed down, but you two ended up in his bed.

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A/N: So I started off with an intro chapter because the first chapter I wrote was ass and I deleted it. Regrets thoooo. 🙂

I don't have a set schedule of when I'll update. But I'm hoping I can every Sunday. 🤔

BTW I do take requests if you all ever want to request anything anime or Kpop or just whatever with blk reader. (No smut, sorry)

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

a/n: wrote this for myself cause I'm a little sad and in my feelings. I discovered this lovely song on Spotify called sunscreen and fell in love with it. lyrics are worked into the fic. sorry for any mistakes.

With every break-up, it always seemed like it was your fault. Your recent breakup had been no different from the rest. You felt numb when it suddenly ended. You thought of every single thing that could make your ex look like a bad person in your eyes, but he wasn't a bad person at all.

But you needed him to be.

When people ask you why it ended, you'd shrug, saying, "I don't know." because you really didn't know.

One minute he was here talking about marriage and how he would cry when you walked down the aisle. And the next he's storming through your apartment collecting his things, shoving them into his duffle bag, saying how he couldn't do this anymore. All you could do was cry and beg him not to go. He still left.

Now it's 2 am. You're in your bathroom listening to Erykah Badu while drinking warm red wine from a paper cup. You stare at your hair clippers, turning them on and then cutting your hair. It was freeing in a way you always did this after every breakup. Making you feel less light, but that numbness will still linger for about two more weeks, maybe even months.

So you move through your life without ever really thinking of your ex until something suddenly reminds you of him all over again. Like how when you hear his favorite song that you two would sing while drunk late into the night or when you run into some of his friends and you try your hardest not to ask them how he is doing.

These days were always a little harder.

After when you thought it was okay to actually move on, you get dressed up. Put on your favorite red lipstick and your favorite perfume.

The singles mixer was at a karaoke bar. You signed your name getting a sticker that read: ‘Hello, I'm Y/n’.

You smooth the sticker on to your black Chanel blouse while you order a drink. There were some people already up on stage singing some Taylor Swift song that you heard one time at the grocery store. Cruel summer.

Once you had your drink, you sit back watching everyone as they talk. Remember, you came here to have fun, and meet someone new.

From across the room, you see a guy walk in. He's awkwardly smiling, greeting anyone who walks by him. He slaps on his sticker and you squint your eyes in the dimly lit karaoke room to see his name tag. But all you could make out was ‘Min’

He slid down beside you. You pretend not to notice him. He leans towards you spooking you.

“Y/n's a cute name.” He says with a smile.

With the brim of your glass to your lips, you mutter, “Thank you.”

You glanced at his name sticker. ‘Hello, I'm Mingi.’

The host of the mixer came around encouraging those who were just sitting to get up and have fun. Mingi holds a mic for you. You stare at it before shaking your head.

“I can't really sing.” You say.

“Karaoke is not about how good you can sing. It's about having fun. Sing with me, please?”

So you take the mic. Go up on stage with Mingi. The song Mingi picked was The Black Eyed Peas My Humps. Mingi sings and dances on stage. Everyone was cheering him on. He grabs your hand getting you to dance a little. You're hesitant to sing at first but you sing having fun, but when Mingi twerks, you burst into laughter midway through the song.

You just met the guy and you couldn't help but imagine yourself with him. And it felt nice.

I want someone to remind me to wear sunscreen. And take my vitamins when it slips my mind.

You could imagine Mingi peeking his head out of your bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth as he reminds you to not forget to put on sunscreen and to take your vitamins as you're rushing about the kitchen trying to grab your tea mug, keys, and bag so you could head the door.

I want someone who knows how I like my coffee and wants to share a bed from morning to night.

Then you couldn't help but imagine him in your kitchen early in the morning, with messy brown hair and shirtless. He would know how you liked your coffee in the mornings. It would take him a week to get it right and when he does, it's worth seeing your smile and telling him he tastes like heaven. Then Saturdays would be your favorite again. Mingi would want to sleep in with you on his days off. And on the days he comes to your place late after work, sharing your bed at night with you would become his favorite thing.

“I would like to get to know you more,” Mingi says as the two of you walk off the stage. At first, you didn't know what to say, too scared that if Mingi eventually knew the real you, he'll be gone too.

But I'm stubborn. Selfish. Easily Jealous at times.

It's hard being you. Now you start to see why things never worked out with anyone else. You were just being yourself. What's a relationship when you couldn't be your true self? So what if you're stubborn? You've been that way since you were five. Selfish. Because you're the eldest daughter who had to be a parent to your younger siblings when your mother didn't feel like being a mother. Being easily Jealous comes from the time in 11th grade when your ex-best friend was far prettier than you, and got all the boys. These things made you into who you were.

I'm hard to love and I just want someone to try.

Of course, you weren't the easiest person on earth to love. But you think that came from your father. You tried your best to make your love easy, to make it comfortable for others to want to lean into. It was the opposite, though. At the end of the day, all you wanted was someone who would try. That's all you ask for.

You let Mingi in a little that night at the mixer. What could it hurt? The worst that could happen is you're crying into your pillow a couple months from now because he breaks up with you.

Ending up in your bed naked by the end of the night with Mingi wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. You'll regret it in the morning when he sneaks out while you're still asleep. So right now, while he's sleeping, you stare at him, counting how many breaths he takes.

By morning, you're a little groggy. You didn't expect to be pulled into Mingi's naked body. He's still here.

I want someone who knows that I'm not made for mornings and doesn't scold me for smoking when I drink.

Mingi doesn't try to pull you out of bed with the talk of breakfast and getting your day started early. Mornings weren't meant for you. And he somehow knew that. By the afternoon, Mingi is still at your place. He's wearing a pair of your sweat pants that go above his ankles. You make lunch for the two of you. Sometimes you like having a smoke during this time of day with a drink. Mingi isn't bothered by it. He doesn't try to scold you telling you how bad for your health it is. He doesn't know you to tell you what's good or bad for you. You liked that, though.

I want someone who can ground me when I'm too high. Light up the dark side of my head.

There were days when you floated on the surface of your mind, not really here, you functioned like you were on autopilot most days. It's been two weeks now. You knew Mingi's last name and all his favorite things. He spends nights at your place on the weekends. He noticed you weren't being yourself, he'd stroke your back, speaking to you softly. Sometimes being in your head all the time makes you depressed. Because you would find your ex still lingering there. Mingi sits and listens to you talk about your ex.

"I want to hate him, Mingi. But my heart won't let me."

Mingi kissed the top of your head. He understood what you were going through he's been here before too.

"Sometimes it takes a while for our hearts to want to let go. It's normal. You just haven't had the time to grieve for the loss of your relationship with your person."

He knew it was going to take you some time to heal and he was willing to wait to for you.

I want someone to share my coffee and sunscreen. My mornings, my stories and my bed.

Two weeks with Mingi turned into two months. He moved into your apartment. His toothbrush had a permanent spot next to yours. You had someone to share coffee with in the evenings. Sharing your sunscreen with Mingi became a daily thing.

You told Mingi all your stories from like the time you were ten and your pet cat Frankie brought you a dead mice, and how you when turned thirteen and your mom forget your birthday and tried to make it up to you by giving you a hostess chocolate cupcake she got from the gas station.

And lazy Sundays cuddled up with Mingi felt nicer than anything in the world. You liked having someone to share your bed with again. Mingi got comfortable with you in a sense he knew you better than your ex had.

Mingi tried with you.

That's all you ever wanted from someone was to try.

THIS IS HOW YOU FALL IN LOVE | Mingi x Black Tomboy Reader | FANFIC SERIES.

Line Inspiration: From Strangers to friends, friends into lovers.

Summary: Mingi wanted to dance in the September rain with you and eat your favorite ice cream on hot summer days. He wanted to know the things you don't tell your close friends and he wanted to know your favorite song and your favorite day of the week. He wanted to know all the things that made you, you.

Warning: Underage drinking.

Genre: Slice of life, Fluff, shaky relationship with parent, Strangers to friends to lovers, Teenagers Au.

Author's Note: FINALLY LET'S GET INTO THIS MINGI FANFIC!!! Lol. The story was kind of proofread but still there may be some mistakes. I'm just riding the vibe of this story, so please don't mind me. This scene in chapter 1 is loosely based on a scene from a book I love named open water. I really loved the feeling it gave me when I read it.

CHAPTER ONE: Hope to see you again.

It's the brief moments that two strangers share an encounter. Names are exchanged and smiles are shared. You think he's cute, but he sort of thinks you're kinda cute of, but if you weren't dressed like a boy. There are a lot of people in someone's basement who you didn't know, but your friend Seonghwa knew the person who was throwing the party. You pull Seonghwa to the side. People drank lukewarm beer, some already drunk, some getting there.

Your fingers wrap around the red solo cup of piss-looking beer. Taking a sip you cringe. This wasn't you. This party wasn't you.

“You good?”

“You know I don't do parties, Seonghwa.”

“Didn't you say you wanted to get out of the house?”

“Yea–”

“So what's the problem?” he knocks his shoulder into yours, causing beer to splash over the rim of your solo cup.

Yeah, what was the problem? Seonghwa was already having a good time. Everyone else here was already deep into a good time. And then there's you who wasn't having a good time.

You smiled. Another sip. “No, Problem.”

Seonghwa takes your forearm dragging you through the crowded basement. “Let me introduce you to someone.”

In the corner was a DJ, spinning records, fading in and out, fast and slow. Something Megen Thee Stallion fading into Back That Ass by Juvenile. It gets the girls throwing their ass back on guys. And had some girls throwing ass back on each other. Their bodies move like they're at some Freaknik.

You felt yourself wanting to move to the music, too. To be a part of something you could talk about tomorrow with Seonghwa while on your break. Another sip. The beer warmed your insides. Another sip. You're feeling good.

You and Seonghwa stood in front of a boy. Tall. Bottle blonde hair with a serene smile. It's you who reach out first to shake his hand, but he takes you aback with an open hug, the casual embrace leaving you unsure if you should hug him back. Your drink spills a little on you. Now your dad will smell it and ask if you've been drinking. You'll lie though, and say something like: “Naw, this guy, rude, spilled his beer on me.”

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey.”

He smiled. You awkwardly stood there waiting for Seonghwa to introduce the two of you, but he was chatting with some girl now. Now you're scrambling to find something to say to this boy, but you're a little buzzed. So he stares at you. You stare at him. In the beat of silence that felt like forever, Seonghwa finally squeezes himself between that awkwardness.

“Y/n this is, Mingi. Mingi, this is Y/n,” he said. “She's single, you're single.”

Mingi laughed. “Oh, a setup I see.”

You elbow your friend in the ribs making him grunt. So that's why he wanted you to meet this someone, cause you both were single.

For the longest, Seonghwa has been trying to hook you up with people he knows. Never anyone who stayed in your life permanently. They were temporarily there one minute and gone the next. It was the boys never you. They just couldn't date someone who acted like too much of a guy and who was taller than them.

“I'm sorry about Seonghwa he doesn't know to mind his business,” You said.

“Helping,” he said. “Just helping. Her cup is empty, Mingi. Get her another drink, yeah?”

Seonghwa shoved you forward to go with Mingi. You tripped bumping into him, but he caught you with a laugh.

“I'm good on the drink.”

“I figured we should just head to the makeshift bar to give Seonghwa something to be proud of. Like he actually did a good deed.”

You laughed. Mingi laughed.

The strobing of party lights lit up Mingi's face before blinding you. The makeshift bar had bottles of liquor, and red solo cups of beer. Mingi goes for a solo cup. You lean against the makeshift bar feeling it tilt a bit.

Again, you don't know what to say, so Mingi talks. You watch his eyes, watch his hands as he talks, splashing beer every which way. It's the way he talks you notice when he gets excited and can't find the right word in English. He switches to Korean like you could understand him. But it's somewhere between his English and Korean you get a small glimpse of home. Not your home. But his. You oddly think about how you would explore his home more. With him guiding you. Telling you about this and that. Pointing out things he loved and things he hated.

In a way, you wanted him to explore your home, too. To tell him why you hated being yourself. That you didn't feel American enough to be one. To teach him how to say something in your native language and watch his mouth and tongue as he mispronounces words.

“You sure you don't want a drink?” Mingi asked.

You look around the crowded basement for a sign of Seonghwa. He's busy with some brunette who's smiling at him. He's slumped over her with his arm on the wall.

“I'm good.”

“How do you know Seonghwa?”

“Childhood friends.” You said. “You?”

“He knows my cousin. We became friends that way.”

Then you wanted to ask who his cousin was because Seonghwa knew a lot of people who he would introduce you. People names you can't remember. But they remembered you as The tall tomboy. Never by your name.

Mingi was suddenly pulled away by a pretty girl who needed him. You catch a small glimpse of her. Pretty face. Pretty smile.

He calls out to you. “Y/n, hope to see you again!”

You raised your solo cup with half a drop of beer inside. “Me too.” but he's already gone.

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Cooking up something for y'all but it seems to be too many somethings and now i don't know which project to finish first.