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First Snow

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“Hello?” 

Wonwoo rests the phone against his shoulder as he turns in his office chair towards his desk. He had been answering his own phones for the past twenty minutes since you were already running late. It wasn’t usually a common occurrence but lately it has become more frequent. 

“I am so sorry. I’m literally in the parking lot, Mr. Jeon. I just have Jacob with me. His babysitter is sick. I’m waiting for someone to get back to me about coming to pick him up.” 

Once you got into the cab and felt a hand cover your mouth with a cloth, a wave of dread swept over you. This was it, you thought. This was the end of your miserable life. You fought with every ounce of strength left in you, but as the world began to fade, your mind drifted to regrets you’d been holding on to. You could’ve accepted Mr. Seo’s offer for a date. You could’ve been kinder to your colleagues—especially Mrs. Chae. You could’ve treated your students with more warmth, if only you had known this was how it would end. Your end.

But then, somehow, you woke up.

You blinked against the dim light, disoriented, and slowly took in your surroundings. The posters, the bookshelves, the scent of lavender… You were in your old bedroom, the one you’d left behind four years ago. This was your parents' house.

You shot up from the bed, a dozen questions firing off in your mind. Hadn’t you been kidnapped? How were you here, of all places? You struggled to process, but then realization hit. This had to be your parents' or your brother's doing. They had found you...and forced you back.

"Welcome home," a low, familiar voice drawled.

desperate measures

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: choi seungcheol x afb.reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): roommates to fucking, angst, pwp, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): college au, nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.6k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: asshole!seungcheol, he honestly sucks in this, fuckboy!seungcheol, insinuating that mc is passed around with her roommates, jealous seungcheol, mentions of protective/jealous jeonghan

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: protected sex, dry humping, size kink, heated make out session, hate sex, semi public sex, marking, big dick seungcheol, discomfort do to his size, pussy streching, car sex, rough sex, breast play, p in v intercourse, cock warming?, nicknames: princess, darling (hers)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: I’m pretty sure I’m going to make part two where Jeonghan shows up. Let me know what you guys think. Thank you so much @shinysobi for beta reading and editing and listening to me ramble about this story.

🎧: haven’t had enough - marianas trench | tidal wave - chase atlantic | desperate messures - marianas trench

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

DOUBLE DUTY

❧ PAIRING; mingyu x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, humour, FLUFF, mingyu as a dad of twins, slightly suggestive tones

❧ WORDCOUNT; 5k

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▍FRIDAY, 14 APRIL 2028

[20:35 p.m.]

Finally arriving home after a long and exhausting day, Mingyu kicked off his shoes and let out a deep sigh as he collapsed onto the sofa. “Finally, peace,” he mumbled to himself, stretching his arms over his head.

His moment of relaxation, however, was short-lived as two loud, high-pitched cries echoed through the house, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps coming from upstairs. His eyes shot open before he squeezed them shut again, groaning softly.

“Hey babe,” you greeted as you entered the living room, holding your four-month-old twin boys in your arms. A tired but warm smile spread across your face as you rocked them gently, trying to calm their restless cries.

“Aw, look, boys. Daddy’s home,” you cooed, shifting your hold on them slightly.

Mingyu sat up, rubbing his face before extending his arms toward you. “Here, give them to me,” he sighed, knowing his break was officially over.

You hesitated for a moment before handing them over. “I’m sorry. I know you had a long day, but they just won’t stop crying. I’ve tried everything,” you said, looking at him apologetically.

“It’s okay,” Mingyu reassured you, offering a small, tired smile. He took the twins from you with ease and craddled them in his strong arms.

“Seojoon, Kihyun, have you been stressing Mummy out? Hmm?” his voice softened as he gently rocked them.

To your astonishment, the cries came to an abrupt stop. The twins blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes, their tiny fists clinging to his shirt. You let out a small, disbelieving laugh.

“Seriously, how do you even do that?”

Mingyu grinned smugly, bouncing them lightly in his arms. “What can I say? I’m a magic daddy. I can do anything” he puffed out his chest in mock pride, clearly pleased with himself.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head in amusement. “Great, because you’re gonna be taking care of them for two days while I’m in Busan,” you announced, smiling sweetly.

Mingyu’s smile vanished instantly. His head snapped up, his expression one of pure shock. “What?!” he nearly shouted.

“I’m going to Busan with the girls,” you explained calmly, sitting beside him on the sofa.

“I haven’t had a proper hangout with them since I found out I was pregnant. I just…I need some time for myself with my friends, you know?”

Mingyu’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, his eyes darting between you and the babies. “B-But—”

“You’re going to do a great job. I know it,” you interrupted, pressing a quick peck to his lips before he could protest further.

Mingyu exhaled dramatically and slumped back into the sofa while still holding the twins. “You’re really doing this to me, huh?”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, ruffling his hair.

Mingyu looked down at Seojoon and Kihyun, who were now staring up at him expectantly. “You guys better go easy on me, alright?” he muttered, causing you to laugh.

“Okay,” you sighed, standing up and stretching.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Can you try putting them to sleep? By the time I’m done, I’ll heat up your dinner, okay?”

Mingyu gave a small nod, already bouncing the twins gently in his arms again. “Yeah, yeah, I got this,” he said, though the uncertainty in his voice was evident.

You smiled, watching him for a moment before heading toward the bathroom, leaving him alone with his sons and a newfound sense of responsibility.

As soon as you disappeared from view, Mingyu looked down at the babies again. “Alright, little guys…let’s make a deal. If you both go to sleep quickly, Daddy won’t completely lose his mind, okay?”

The twins only blinked up at him, completely unfazed. Mingyu groaned, already feeling the pressure of the next two days ahead.

“No way is she leaving me alone with these two,” Mingyu muttered to himself as he looked down at his two babies.

He loved his boys more than anything, but the idea of handling both of them on his own for two whole days made his stomach twist. Taking care of one baby alone was already a challenge, but twins? That was a whole different level of chaos. Having you by his side usually made things manageable — one of you could handle the diaper changes while the other soothed the other baby. But now, with you leaving for the weekend, he was about to experience the full force of parenthood alone.

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. The twins were staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes, completely oblivious to his internal panic. “You two better go easy on me,” he mumbled, picking them up carefully. “Or else I might not survive until your mum comes back.”

Balancing work, house chores, and two constantly demanding infants was not something he had mentally prepared for. He had watched you do it almost with ease, and he swore you had some kind of superpower. But he wasn’t sure he had what it took. If the twins decided to have one of their infamous sleepless nights, he’d be doomed.

Mingyu sighed again as he sat down on the couch, rocking the twins gently in his arms. “Let’s just hope daddy doesn’t burn the house down while he’s at it,” he joked, pressing soft kisses on their tiny foreheads. “And please, don’t give daddy a hard time.”

His voice was soft and soothing, and eventually, the twins’ eyes started drooping. Within minutes, they were fast asleep, curled up peacefully on his chest. The warmth of their little bodies, the steady breathing was comforting. So comforting, in fact, that Mingyu didn’t even realise when his own eyes started fluttering shut.

By the time you arrived home, you found all three of them knocked out on the couch. A smile spread across your lips at the sight. Mingyu, who was so panicked about taking care of them, was now sleeping peacefully with the babies resting on his chest. It was an image of pure love.

You walked over and gently shook his shoulder. “Gyu, babe, wake up.”

Mingyu stirred, and soon his eyes fluttered open to see you standing above him. His gaze shifted to the twins who were still asleep, and then back to you.

“Go freshen up,” you told him, carefully lifting the babies into your arms. “I’ll put these two in bed and heat up your food.”

Mingyu groaned but nodded, stretching as he got up and trudged upstairs for a hot shower.

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After dinner, the two of you crawled into bed together. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head. He let out a content sigh as he held the exhaustion of the day settling in.

“What time are you leaving?” he asked, his voice groggy from sleep.

“The train is at six in the morning” you snuggled closer.

Your husband groaned dramatically, tightening his grip around you. “Do you really have to go? Can’t we just drop the twins at my mum’s place and you take me with you instead?”

You chuckled. “It’s just me and the girls, honey. Girls,” you emphasised.

“Don’t leave me alone with the twins, it’s going to be a nightmare” he pouted.

“Stop acting like a child Gyu,” you teased, rolling your eyes. “I’m only going away for two days, not two years.”

“But two days is a long time,” he whined.

“You’ll be fine,” you reassured him. “If you need help, just call your mum.”

Mingyu huffed, clearly not satisfied with your response. “Ugh, you better have something nice planned for me when you come back as a thank you.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes again. “Fine.”

“Good.”

He pulled you even closer with a firm but comforting grip. The warmth radiating from his body, the way his fingers traced soothing circles against your back — it was enough to make you feel at home, no matter where you were going the next day.

Even though Mingyu was being dramatic, you knew he would be okay. He loved those boys more than anything in the world, and no matter how exhausted he’d be by the end of the weekend, he would take care of them with all the love in his heart.

▍SATURDAY, 15 APRIL 2028

[04:45 a.m.]

The next morning came quicker than you had hoped. You groggily got out of bed while rubbing your tired eyes as you heard the soft cries of your babies from their cot. Letting out a small sigh, you pushed yourself up and walked over to them, smiling as they looked up at you with their big, innocent eyes. They had no idea that you were leaving for two days, and in a way, you were glad. If they knew, you were sure they’d throw a fit.

You picked them up one by one, balancing them in your arms as you gently rocked them. “Good morning my little angels,” you cooed softly.

They gurgled in response, one of them reaching out to touch your face. You laughed and pressed kisses on both their foreheads before carrying them over to the changing table. After changing their nappies and feeding them, you placed them back in their cot, making sure they were comfortable before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Meanwhile, Mingyu was still in bed, snoring softly. You glanced at him and shook your head with a fond smile. He had been so dramatic about you leaving, but here he was, still fast asleep while you were the one up early, taking care of the twins.

By the time you were done getting ready, Mingyu had finally woken up. He stumbled into the bathroom, rubbing his face as he tried to wake himself up. After brushing his teeth and fixing his hair that looked like a bird’s nest, he walked into the room where you were putting on your earrings.

“Alright, I’m ready,” you said, giving yourself one last look in the mirror.

Mingyu wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck. “I still can’t believe you’re actually leaving me alone with these two little devils,” he whined, placing a soft kiss on your skin.

You gasped dramatically, turning in his arms to face him. “Did you just call my babies devils? Don’t forget they’re your little devils too,” you poked his chest.

Mingyu groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “Mmhmm, I know, but they’re a handful. How am I going to manage without you babe?”

You smirked, pulling away slightly. “You said you’re a ‘magic daddy,’ right? You should be fine,” you teased, playfully rolling your eyes.

He let out a long sigh of defeat, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I just know this is going to be the most exhausting two days of my life.”

You laughed, patting his back. “You’ll live.”

Mingyu buried his face in your neck again, pressing soft kisses along your skin before gently nipping at it. “Can’t wait for you to come back so I can fuck you so har—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you quickly cut him off, pushing him away slightly with a knowing look.

Mingyu pouted but didn’t argue. Instead, you took a deep breath and went into full mom mode. “Listen, I’ve already topped up my breast milk in the feeding bottles. They should last for today, and for tomorrow, just feed them formula. Don’t forget to help them burp before putting them to sleep. Don’t bathe them at once — you know that.”

“And I’ve already prepared food for you, so don’t even think about cooking. I don’t want to come back to a burnt house. If you need help, just call your mum. Got it?”

Mingyu blinked at you, looking like you were speaking an entirely different language. He took a second to process everything before nodding slowly.

“Got it,” he mumbled.

Mingyu wasn’t exactly the worst cook. In fact, he was almost as good as you. He thought you meant it in the sense that you wanted him to avoid going to the kitchen to cook with his brain in shambles.

You smiled, placing your hands on his cheeks. “I know it’s a lot baby, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Thank you, and I love you so much.”

Mingyu softened at your words, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I love you too. Don’t forget to message me when you reach, okay?”

You nodded. “Don’t worry, I will. You just focus on the boys and call your mum if you need help.”

Mingyu sighed, giving you a reluctant nod. You pulled away from him and grabbed your mini suitcase, taking one last look around the room. Walking over to the nursery, you leaned down and kissed both your babies goodbye.

“Aw, I’m going to miss my babies. Don’t bother daddy too much, okay? I love you,” you whispered, pressing one last kiss on their rosy cheeks.

Mingyu stood in the doorway, watching as you reluctantly pulled away. As much as you teased him for being dramatic, you knew you were going to miss them just as much.

And with that, you finally walked out, leaving Mingyu alone in the house with the twins.

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[07:45 a.m.]

It had been two hours since you left, and the house already felt different without you. Mingyu sat in his office with fingers flying across the keyboard as he tried to concentrate on his work.

The silence in the house was almost eerie, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. The twins were still sleeping in the nursery which gave him a rare moment of peace, but he wasn’t naïve enough to think it would last forever.

Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his face with his hands and let out a deep sigh. “Gosh, I have so much work to do,” he muttered to himself.

He looked at the long list of unfinished tasks on his screen. He was already behind, and now that he was alone with the twins, catching up seemed nearly impossible.

“I hope the twins let me finish this on time,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

Taking up his determination again, he leaned forward and focused on his work. He managed to get a good thirty minutes in before a loud cry broke through the silence.

Mingyu froze.

Another cry followed immediately after, and before he could process what was happening, the nursery erupted into full-blown wails.

“Fuck!” he groaned, already dreading what was coming. He had been hoping — praying even — that they would sleep a little longer. Clearly, he had been too optimistic.

He pushed back his chair and quickly made his way to the nursery. The moment he stepped inside, he found the twins lying in their cot as they both cried their little lungs out. But despite their distress, they were still holding hands with their tiny fingers wrapped around each other’s in a way that made Mingyu’s heart melt.

His first instinct was to take out his phone and snap a picture. “Ah, they’re too cute,” he murmured, smiling softly as he captured the moment. He sent the photo to you with a simple caption: They miss their mummy already.

But before he could admire their cuteness any longer, reality hit him again. “Okay, focus. First of all, why are they crying?” he muttered to himself.

“Are they hungry? Do they need their nappies changed? Are they too hot or too cold?”

He let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair. How did you do this every day? He was already overwhelmed, and it had barely been two hours.

He crouched down beside the cot and stuck out his pinky finger, gently caressing their chubby cheeks to see if they were hungry. When neither of them made an attempt to suck on his finger, he sighed in relief.

“Well, they’re definitely not hungry, so that means…” he trailed off before his nose caught a whiff of something absolutely foul.

“Oh no,” he muttered, already dreading what was coming next.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up Seojoon first and carefully placed him on the changing table. The moment he undid the nappy, a strong stench filled the air that made him gag.

“Gosh, baby, how much do you poop?” he whined, his face scrunching up in absolute horror. He grabbed the wet wipes and got to work, doing his best to breathe through his mouth. It took everything in him not to throw up, but he somehow managed to get Seojoon cleaned up and into a fresh nappy.

“Alright, one down, one to go,” he sighed as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

Next was Kihyun. Mingyu looked at his youngest son and narrowed his eyes. “Kihyun-ah, please no surprises, or daddy will be upset,” he warned playfully, though he knew deep down that his warning meant nothing.

And sure enough, the moment he removed Kihyun’s nappy, he was met with the ultimate betrayal. A sudden stream of pee shot up straight at him.

“Oh my god no! My favorite shirt!” he gasped as he looked down at himself in absolute horror. His once-clean shirt was now covered in baby wee.

Kihyun, of course, had no idea what he had just done. He simply kicked his little feet and let out a happy giggle, as if he hadn’t just ruined his father’s entire day.

Mingyu groaned, tossing his head back. “I can’t believe this. Y/n, you are going to have to pay me for this,” he whined to no one in particular.

Still grumbling under his breath, he quickly finished cleaning and dressing Kihyun. Once both boys were finally clean and in fresh clothes, he picked them up, and held one in each arm.

“Let’s get you both dressed and fed, hmm? Daddy really needs to finish his work, please,” he pouted, hoping the twins would magically understand his plea.

He carried them downstairs to the living room and settled them in their baby bouncers before preparing their bottles. After testing the temperature, he carefully fed them one by one, making sure they were drinking enough before burping them just like you had instructed.

Once they were fed and happy, he checked the time and felt his eyes widen in shock.

“Did I really spend almost three hours with these two?!” he panicked, looking between the twins and the clock. He had only planned to take a short break, but somehow, nearly his entire morning was consumed by nappy disasters and baby cuddles.

He let out a deep sigh and looked down at the twins who were now sleeping peacefully in their bouncers. They looked so angelic when they weren’t crying.

Carefully, he picked them up and carried them back to the nursery before tucking them into their cot as quietly as possible. He stood there for a moment and just watched them, feeling his heart swelling with so much love.

Despite all the chaos, he couldn’t deny how much he adored them. He never imagined that being a father would be this exhausting, but at the same time, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

With one last glance at his sleeping babies, he tiptoed out of the nursery and headed back to his office. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before they woke up again, and he needed to get as much work done as possible before the next round of chaos began.

▍MONDAY, 17 APRIL 2028

[13:25 p.m.]

Two days had passed since you left, and Mingyu never felt so drained in his entire life. He always knew that taking care of twins would be challenging, but experiencing it firsthand without you made him realise just how much effort you put into raising them every day while he was mostly at work. He barely got any sleep, his meals consisted of whatever quick snacks he could find, and his workload had only piled up further.

So, the moment his mother stepped through the front door, he wasted no time throwing himself at her and hugging her tightly like a desperate child.

“Mum, can you make me kimchi fried rice?” he asked in exhaustion.

His mother blinked at him, clearly unimpressed. “Is that why you called me?” she asked, raising a brow at her grown son, who was acting like a helpless teenager.

Mingyu nodded eagerly as he looked at her with pleading eyes. “Mumma, please, it took me so long to put the twins to sleep and do my work. Can you just make me food, please?” he pouted, his lower lip jutting out as he attempted to win her over.

His mother let out a deep sigh, shaking her head in disbelief. “My goodness, you’re almost thirty-one, and you still depend on your mother for a simple dish that even a twelve-year-old could make?” she scolded.

“Mumma, please,” he whined dramatically as he dragged out the last syllable for extra effect.

His mother rolled her eyes but relented anyway. “Alright, fine,” she said before making her way towards the kitchen.

Mingyu instantly lit up. “I love you! You’re the best!” he cheered.

“Oh shush, you’ll wake my grandsons up,” his mother snapped, sending him a sharp glare before disappearing into the kitchen.

Mingyu sighed in relief and collapsed onto the couch, stretching his sore limbs. “Ah, finally, I can rest—”

But before he could even finish his sentence, a familiar sound cut through the house.

One loud cry.

Then another.

His entire body tensed.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a groan. Rubbing his face with his hand, he released a long, exaggerated fake cry of frustration. It was like they had a built-in sensor that activated whenever he dared to relax.

Dragging himself off the couch, Mingyu sluggishly made his way up the stairs to the nursery. When he reached the doorway, he leaned against the frame and stared at his two little boys who were both wailing in unison.

“Seojoon, Kihyun, babies…why do you always cry when Daddy wants to rest, hmm?” he questioned with a whiny voice.

“Do you two have a personal mission to make sure I never get a break?”

Despite his complaints, he walked over. He gently scooped them up wnr cradled one in each arm. The moment they were in his embrace, their cries softened into little sniffles. He sighed, shaking his head as he rocked them in slow, rhythmic motions.

“Good thing Mummy is coming back today, or I’ll go crazy without her,” he murmured with a small chuckle before pressing gentle kisses to their heads.

These past two days felt like two weeks for Mingyu. He did his best to balance work and taking care of the twins, but it was nearly impossible. He barely managed to answer a few emails before one of them needed feeding, burping, or a nappy change. And just when he thought he was getting the hang of it, another curveball would be thrown his way.

The sleepless nights were the worst. He hadn’t gotten a single night of proper rest since you left. Every time he managed to doze off, one of the twins would start crying, waking the other in the process. By the time he soothed them back to sleep, he was wide awake himself, unable to go back to bed before the next round of cries started.

His mother was a great help, but he didn’t want to disturb her too much. She already raised her children, and he didn’t want to burden her with his responsibilities. Still, he had to admit that her presence today was a lifesaver.

As much as he loved being a father, he knew he couldn’t do this alone. He needed you. He missed you.

Glancing down at the twins, he smiled tiredly. “You know, your Mummy is the strongest person I know. I have no idea how she does this every day, and I respect her even more after these past two days,” he whispered.

The twins stared up at him with wide, innocent eyes, their tiny fingers curling around his shirt. Mingyu sighed, feeling his heart swelling with love despite his exhaustion.

“You two are my biggest blessings, you know that?” he murmured softly.

You and Mingyu went through so much to have them. The doctors initially told you that you had a low chance of getting pregnant, and you prepared yourselves for the possibility of never having children. But then, against all odds, you were blessed with not just one but two beautiful baby boys. They were a miracle — your miracles.

And despite all the sleepless nights, the endless diaper changes, and the complete chaos they brought into his life, Mingyu wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Still.

He really, really couldn’t wait for you to come home.

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After finally putting the twins back to sleep, Mingyu let out a heavy sigh and stretched his sore muscles. He barely managed to sit down when he heard his phone vibrating on the table. Looking at the screen, his heart leaped a little at the sight of your name flashing across it.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed his phone and answered, not bothering with pleasantries. “Babe, where are you? I’m waiting,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse from tiredness.

A small scoff came from the other end. “Rude. No hello or anything?” you teased.

Mingyu smiled at the sound of your voice. He didn’t care if you were scolding him; just hearing you made the past two days feel a little more bearable.

“Anyways,” you continued, “I’m in the taxi. Just left the airport.”

He leaned back in the chair and exhaled in relief. “Hmm, did you have fun?” he asked, picturing you finally relaxing after your much-needed break.

“So much fun,” you said, though there was a certain longing in your tone. “But I can’t wait to see you and the boys. I missed you three so much.”

Mingyu’s heart warmed. He missed you more than words could express, but he still couldn’t help teasing you. “I missed you too, but you know who misses you more?”

“Who can that be?” you asked curiously.

“My big fat cock—”

“MINGYU!” you whisper-yelled, mortified. “Shut up, the taxi driver can hear you!”

“Let him. I don’t care,” he shrugged nonchalantly, grinning even though you couldn’t see him.

“You are unbelievable,” you huffed, making him chuckle at your embarrassment.

You decided to change the subject before he could embarrass you further. “Anyways, how are the boys doing?”

Mingyu groaned, rubbing his temple. “Don’t even ask. I don’t know where to start.”

You raised a brow. “When you say that, I just know it’s you being overdramatic.”

“But babe, I’m not! Kihyun peed all over me and—”

“See? You’re being overdramatic,” you cut him off.

He let out a dramatic sigh. “You have no idea how much I’ve suffered,” he whined.

You giggled at his misery. “Aw, you worked hard. It’s not easy taking care of two babies at the same time, and I’m proud of you.”

Mingyu smiled at your words, feeling a little better. “I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” you replied just as gently.

As much as you enjoyed your little trip with the girls, a part of you had been longing to be back home. You missed your boys — the three of them.

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[14:45 p.m.]

An hour later, your taxi finally pulled up in front of your house. The driver kindly helped with your suitcase, and you thanked him before he drove off.

You quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside, but before you could even call out, you were met with a bone-crushing hug. A strong pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you off the ground, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs.

“Mingyu—!” you gasped, clutching onto him for support.

Your husband buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent as if he was afraid you’d disappear again. “You’re finally home,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

You let out a breathy laugh, hugging him just as tightly. “I was only gone for two days, you big baby.”

“Too long,” he mumbled. “I almost didn’t survive.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your hands cupping his face. His eyes were tired, with faint dark circles underneath, but there was so much warmth and love in them. Your heart melted at the sight.

“You poor thing,” you cooed, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “My big, strong husband had a hard time with our little babies?”

“Don’t make fun of me. Those two are a handful” Mingyu pouted.

You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But you did well.”

“Barely” he sighed dramatically. You rolled your eyes and gave him another quick peck.

“Where are they?” you then asked.

“In the nursery, sleeping,” he said, setting you down gently.

You didn’t waste another second, rushing toward their room. As you quietly pushed the door open, your heart swelled at the sight of your baby boys sleeping peacefully in the cot. You tiptoed closer and ran your fingers lightly over Seojoon’s tiny hand, then pressed a gentle kiss to Kihyun’s forehead. They were warm and smelled like baby powder, and you felt an overwhelming sense of love rush through you.

Mingyu stood in the doorway, watching you with soft eyes. “You missed them, huh?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“So much” you replied, turning to him with a smile.

He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “They missed you too. But not as much as me.”

You laughed quietly. “Of course.”

For a few moments, the two of you stood there as you watched over your sleeping babies in comfortable silence.

“Next time you leave, I’m coming with you” Mingyu whispered suddenly.

“Can’t handle two days alone?” you chuckled.

“Not if it means almost getting peed on twice” he groaned.

You stifled a laugh. “Fine, next time, we all go together.”

“Good” Mingyu hummed in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your temple.

a/n; so I’m back with my dad mingyu visions…

✧ mirror mirror

He had been watching you all night. 

Jeonghan's eyes always tended to be turned towards you, but not like this. Usually he watched you with unbridled affection, love, adoration. But tonight his gaze was narrowed, his eyes sharp and dark, accentuated by the way he would constantly brush his dark bangs back and away from his face.

You didn't know what you had done to deserve that look from him. You weren't wearing anything revealing, hadn't done anything tantalizing or seductive. All night you had just sat at the couch, sipping at your drink and nodding along to Seungcheol's words.

Your friend was pleasantly buzzed, a large smile on his face and cheeks blushed. He had defeated a few others in beer pong, but that hadn't meant he walked away unscathed.

"I really think we'll be seeing all this warm weather bite us in the ass come summer," he was saying. "There's no way we don't."

You hummed, agreeing. "Remember when it got so cold that one year where it was in the negatives during the afternoon?"

"Yes!" Seungcheol gasped, eyes bright. Mingyu approached the couch, a pout on his face. He wedged himself next to Seungcheol and the arm of the couch, forcing Seungcheol closer to you.

Your thighs were touching his, his shoulder against yours. The two of you adjusted to get more comfortable, but not separating entirely.

There was movement from the wall. Jeonghan was still watching you, eyes taking in your every move. It was obvious he wasn't paying attention to Seokmin, who was dramatically waving his arms around to emphasize his story.

ocean view

( 🎧 ) . ݁₊ “LOVELY BOYFIE!”

╰┈ Wonwoo can fight anyone! Even his own miniteen plush.

Dragging your feet along the wooden carpeted floor, you made noises of distress.

Shut Up

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“I literally don’t give a fuck. Get his ass out of my sight.” 

Your brows raise as you look down at the tablet in your arms when the sound of your boss's voice rings through the bar. Someone had pissed him off and you were just happy it wasn’t you this time. Wen Junhui was an important man to a lot of people and for a lot of reasons, most of those reasons you chose to ignore and just do your job. 

There were a lot of things in your job that you had to ignore in order to keep it. Things like money appearing in large quantities with little to no explanation and meeting someone only to never see them again after they opened their mouth just a little too much. 

Rainy day with Vernon

divider from @strangergraphics

"Come on it will be fun" you whine at your boyfriend Vernon who is currently shaking his head like it's going fall off. It has been raining since the morning, and you had been trying to convince Vernon that a little rain will hurt absolutely nobody but he is stubborn as hell. "Hmph, you are not at all fun!" you announce as you leave the room.

30 minutes later Vernon hears the doorknob of the main door turn and seconds later he hears you shriek in happiness. "Sweetheart" he calls as he puts on his slippers to see if you actually went out in the rain. "You are gonna catch a cold y/n" he screams as he approaches the door. "Y/n-" he sees you with hair going everywhere, dancing, laughing and smiling ear to ear, he feels like his heart is going to explode, he feels like his love for you grew a more if that's even possible, there's just something in the way he looks at you, he sees your eyes wrinkling when you are laughing and giggling, he wishes to burn this moment in his brain forever.

You spot him from the corner of his eyes that he is standing there, and this is your chance you run and pull him into the rain with you, he doesn't even get a chance understand what you are doing and before that he is in the rain with you. He whines and struggles (barely) to be out of your tight embrace. He huffs and finally gives in and you two stand in the rain, he hugs you tighter as if he is trying to curve your body's shape into his. "What?" you ask. "Nothing... just you" he replies.

how seventeen help their s/o fall asleep

you are NOT leaving his arms until you fall asleep, is that clear? he's like 100% convinced that his hugs are the best remedy for anything, and this is no exception. you're not entirely sure why it works… but it really does. hugging seungcheol makes certain that you'll be out like a light in 5 minutes flat

whaaaat noo that's actually terrible :((( he's genuinely so heartbroken to hear you have sleep troubles bc omg sleeping is his biggest love ever (after u ofc). he'll do anything he can to help you, but if it becomes clear that basically nothing works, then he'll encourage you to take naps throughout the day so at least u can sleep that way :>

Mingyu's ears perked the moment he caught Seungkwan mentioning your name. He immediately abandoned the stack of papers in front of him—those endless contracts or reports businessmen like him usually drowned in. None of it mattered now. Whenever it was about you, nothing else took precedence.

“We found her, hyung,” Seungkwan said, his voice laced with urgency.

Those words were all Mingyu needed. Without hesitation, he dismissed everyone around him with a wave of his hand, not caring for the startled looks on their faces. He stormed out, his long strides fueled by a single destination. A brothel. One of those dingy places frequented by lowly men seeking temporary escape. His jaw clenched as the thought sunk in—this is where you’d ended up? This is what you left him for?

❖ kiss your heart // xu minghao

“you’re actually the worst person i’ve ever met.”

you glare at your boyfriend as he gets out of the driver’s seat, walks around the front of the parked car and opens your door for you. he’s still smiling that faintly smug smile that’s been on his stupidly handsome face ever since you left the restaurant, and you hate it.

Stop that is so cute

My Girlfriend Faked Her Amnesia (Wen Junhui)

Reverse Trope Series Installment 4

It wasn’t always that life gave one the chance to hit reset, but now that Jun had gotten it, he didn’t have long before time ran out - 10 days to valentine's day which meant 10 chances to make his amnesiac girlfriend remember him again. But it wasn’t going to be a cakewalk - after all, how could one be reminded of the past if they were only pretending to forget?

He’s just in his own little world

Beyond The Pain

You and Jun met during your residency at the Seventeen Medical Center. It was a chaotic time, both of you navigating the intense demands of your respective specialities. He had just completed his fellowship in trauma surgery, and you were a fresh resident, eager but still trying to find your footing. The two of you were thrown together on a high-stakes trauma case—patients piling in, the ER frantic, and you both having to rely on each other to make split-second decisions.

Jun’s calm under pressure caught your eye—his ability to stay composed even when things were spiralling. You admired how methodical and caring he was with his patients, even in the most critical of situations. Slowly, a friendship blossomed over coffee breaks and late-night shifts. He’d notice when you were tired and bring you a cup of coffee, or offer advice when you were struggling with a procedure.

One evening, after a particularly rough night in the ER, Jun walked you home, and you ended up on the rooftop of your apartment building, talking about everything and nothing. He confessed that he admired your dedication, and you, in turn, admitted that you found comfort in his presence. The first kiss came that night—soft, tentative, yet full of promise.

After that, your relationship grew quickly. It was easy—comfortable. Jun was sweet and caring, always wanting to make sure you were taken care of, but he also gave you space to breathe and grow. As much as your professional lives were demanding, your time together always felt like a sanctuary.