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mingyu taking care of u during red days... just cuddling cuz he knows ur clingy whenever u have it and his hand on your back the whole time, going up and down for comfort. comforting kisses on your head and forehead. words of affirmations and funny jokes. help me pls
this is so soft <3
he takes care of you so much during red days. one of the first things he'd do as your bf is noting your period cycle. he always prepares before hand for those days. he even has those period tracker apps. you might forget about it completely, but he always remembers and reminds you of it.
mingyu loves your clinginess. he has you wrapped in his arms, soothingly rubbing your back to help ease the pain and discomfort. he prepares hot bags, snacks, food and turns on your favorite shows or movies. and what not?
and he's so so gentle with you. always careful about his strength when holding you. he kisses your forehead and temple, rubs his nose against yours, feeds you the food he cooked, massages anywhere it aches.
he tries to lift up your mood during these days too. he knows your mood swings and how you can feel down these days. and if you get insecure, he holds you against him, softly rubbing your back while whispering praises. he even makes fun of himself to make you laugh. (then profusely apologises for making you laugh too hard which results in you bleeding out more).
mingyu is just such a gf-coded bf <3
he got me smiling just because he was drawing
so i decided to use a pic crew maker and decided to make mingyu!!
the generator
he's just excited to see you
── OLYMPICS MASTERLIST
[🌊] DISCIPLINE: SWIMMING
PAIRING: swimmer!mingyu x swimmer!fem reader GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers(ish), idiots that doesn't realise the other one is in love with them too, mingyu is a tease but also down bad WARNINGS: the reader gets hurt (hits her head, nothing too descriptive), mingyu is a hottie WORD COUNT: 3k
SYNOPSIS: what will it take for you and mingyu to finally understand that you're literally meant to be?
natalia's note: @wonijinjin the broad back and bulging biceps are for you
“i can’t do this anymore.”
mingyu's words hit you like a speeding train.
you quickly lifted your head from where you were looking at your fingers splashing the water, facing your best friend.
“w-what?” you asked, horrified. “what do you mean?”
his shoulders dropped, causing the water to ripple around your bodies, and you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you wouldn’t like what he was about to say next.
“i can’t do this anymore. i can’t watch you lose again and again,” he sighed, and dived under the red lane line, emerging a second later right next to you. “it’s,” he took a breath, “heartbreaking.”
with how close he was to you now you didn’t have a choice but to look up, which was stupid because come on - you were in the water. a wole ass swimming pool. like, he could literally submerge himself a little bit more and you’d be eye level, but no. kim mingyu had to flash everyone in the damn room with his godly sculptured chest and shoulders.
you mentally scolded yourself for losing the last ounces of your dignity over a man, because why was it so hard for you to peel your eyes off his pecs? and a quiet voice inside your head was telling you that mingyu didn’t do this by accident - he knew how it affected you. but it shouldn’t. you were best friends after all.
and best friends didn’t look at each other’s chests. and wide shoulders. and bulging biceps.
“then stop being such a bitch, kim mingyu,” you cleared your throat, suddenly very interested in the purple “paris 2024” banners over his head. “if it’s breaking your heart then that’s your problem, not mine.”
mingyu rolled his eyes, and quickly lifted his hand to splash water at you, making you shriek. what a shame god didn’t bless you with quicker reflexes, so you could cover your eyes at least. it was funny how people used to tell your coach that it would be for the best to split your training sessions because you didn’t get on well with each other, while in reality you got on well a bit too much.
“uh, excuse moi?” you cringed at his horrible attempt to speak french, “you’re calling the three time world champion and two time olympic gold medalist a bitch?” he put his hand over his heart.
“then why don’t you want to race with me anymore?” you practically whined. “are you afraid of getting beaten by a girl? would that do damage to your reputation in the olympic village?” you giggled at his unamused stare. “i’m sure the gymnasts would be very disappointed to find out you’re not as big and strong as they thought,” you pouted at him, mockingly.
“i told you baby, i don’t want to see you lose again, simple as that” mingyu put his hand on your shoulder. “can’t you race against ava or liv?”
you weren’t sure if it was better to go underwater or to call for the medics at this point. this infuriatingly hot man just called you baby for god’s sake and he had his hand placed so close to your neck it felt as if he was cradling it. luckly you could blame the cold water for your shivering. the worst part - you were 99% sure you saw him make out with alexa before going to paris, so all of the sweet words and gentle touches were platonic.
they meant nothing.
which… were you even surprised? the hottest guy making out with the hottest girl on the team. both multiple champions. both insanely talented.
still, you wouldn’t give up, and that definitely wasn’t because of your delusions that you could pull the hottest and the best swimmer on the continent, but because you didn’t want to lose your best friend.
“you’re not fooling me, kim mingyu. i think you’re just scared of me beating you.”
he scoffed, and finally lowered himself into the water. thank heavens. “okay then. what do you say about one last race to finish this training off?” mingyu said, and sent you a challenging look, which he knew would rile you up even more.
“deal,” you shook his extended hand. “but don’t come crying to me when you lose.”
“as you wish, my queen,” he bowed his head, and snickered. “but-,”
“no buts,” you cut him off.
“ah, ah,” he pointed a finger at you. “if you lose you have to take a bath in the seine.”
sometimes you wondered why exactly you had a crush on him because stuff like these reminded you he was only a man. more like a man-child, but that was if you wanted to be nitpicky.
“that’s illegal, you moron.”
you swore you’d drown him one of these days.
with the goggles over your eyes you swam under the lane line to have a whole lane for yourself, because there was no way you’d fit in one lane with mingyu.
“okay champ, let’s see-,” suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“je suis désolé, mais tu dois sortir de l'eau. les préparatifs pour la course vont bientôt commencer,” one of the volunteers was crouching by the edge of the pool with his hand outstretched in your direction.
“uh,” you shot mingyu a quick look, “i’m sorry, je ne comprends pas.” i don’t understand. the only french you managed to learn before coming to paris, which you figured would come in handy, and as it turned out - it did. a point for you.
“the competition,” the guy scratched the back of his neck, clearly trying to find the right words. “begin soon.”
“do you want us to get out of the pool?” mingyu asked, pointing at him and you and then the outside of the pool.
“yes, yes,” the volunteer nodded quickly.
well, you could wave your race bye bye.
maybe the universe didn’t want you and mingyu together, maybe all you were destined to be was friends? besides, one silly race wouldn’t make a difference, if anything, it would probably lead to you pulling a muscle, which would mean a big disaster with your eliminations right around the corner.
your fate was to end up alone for the rest of your life, crying over a guy you could never have. typical.
“shit,” mingyu sighed, taking off his goggles. “i really wanted to race you.”
you sent him a quick smile, dismissing his teasing tone. the quicker you’d realise this wouldn’t work out the better for your poor heart.
“yeah, that’s a bummer,” you said, grabbing onto the edge of the pool to pull yourself up.
mingyu grinded his teeth and side eyed the volunteer. if it weren't for the dozens of people around you who were clearly starting to prepare for the race, he would have thrown the guy into the water with his own bare hands.
“thanks for being a cockblock, dude.”
well, not literally, but this had to be the first time mingyu managed to talk to you without stuttering every other word and not acting that embarrassing. but no. someone had to sweep in and take this away from him.
“be careful,” mingyu ran a hand over his face, and looked over to you, “the tiles might be slippery.”
“you don’t say,” you said, and shot him a glare. “im not that-.”
but before you could finish your sentence one of your hands slipped and you lost the grip, splashing back into the pool.
“hey, hey,” mingyu immediately swam up to you, closing the gap between your bodies in seconds. “are you okay?” he put his arm around your waist, turning you around in his grip so you’d face him.
shit.
“did you hit your head?” he asked quickly, taking off your cap. fuck, mingyu felt his lunch creeping back into his throat. if anything happened to you…
“mhm, i think so,” you answered, disoriented. your vision was clearly unsteady and you were shaking in his embrace, though he didn’t know if that was due to the cold water or the hit.
“fuck,” he muttered, running his hand gently over your head to look for any cuts or bruises. “we need to get you out of the water.”
you nodded your head slowly, but that was a bad call, because it only made you more nauseous and made your vision even worse.
“hey, don’t move. put your other arm around my neck and hold onto me,” mingyu said.
“but i’m heavy.”
“shut it or i’ll leave you here,” mingyu grumbled, and tightened his hold around you.
with ease, as if he was born in the water, mingyu managed to get you to the edge of the pool with ladders, and called for help.
“i’m such a loser,” you mumbled, resting your head against his shoulder. “almost passing out in the middle of an olympic swimming pool,” you let out a bitter laugh, before whimpering. maybe making bad jokes right after almost cracking your skull open wasn’t a good idea.
mingyu didn’t say anything but you could feel his body tense.
“she hit her head on the tiles,” he said once the medics made their way over to you.
they quickly helped him get you out of the water without causing you more pain and laid you on the stretcher. the medics whispered something between them, or maybe you were just so out of it that you couldn’t understand what they were saying, but you could clearly make out mingyu’s voice in between.
suddenly, you felt as if you were being lifted off the ground, but your blurry vision made it impossible for you to see what exactly was going on.
“min-mingyu?” you called out.
“i’m here baby, don’t worry,” mingyu said, and reached for your hand, grasping it tightly so you’d know he was really right there next to you.
“stop calling me that,” you said, your tone bossy as usual.
“stop calling you what?” mingyu couldn’t help but giggle when he heard you scoff. good, that meant you weren’t that badly hurt.
“baby.”
“what if i don’t want to?” he asked, and ran a thumb over the back of your hand, smiling to himself when he felt your fingers wrap tighter around his.
you shook your head, or at least you tried to. “then i’ll race you and if i win you’ll stop.”
“you know i won’t let that happen,” he said softly.
“stop messing with my heart, kim mingyu.”
a champion, an olympics medalist, a man made of steel, and still, mingyu felt like he was melting under your gaze. your big eyes looking up at him, your soft lips parted in a slight gasp, your gentle fingers holding onto him for dear life…
“i won’t,” he shook his head. “not until you stop messing with mine.”
as it turned out, luckily for you, the impact didn’t cause much damage. “it caused panic more than anything else,” the doctor said.
“so i’ll be able to race on monday, right?” you asked, twisting the rings around your fingers nervously. the olympics were something you sacrificed your whole life for - you couldn’t remember the last time you slept in, the last time you ate dinner with your family, the last time you had time for yourself, and if all of that would go to waste because of a stupid mistake… you didn’t know what you’d do.
“don’t worry, you’ll be just fine for the race. i think your boyfriend overreacted a bit out there,” the doctor laughed. “maybe more than a bit.”
you almost choked on the pills you were swallowing, your face burning with heat. the doctor feeding into your delusions was a big no no, and you definitely did not need that right now.
“you might want to text him though, he was sitting outside the whole time we were running tests. had to send him back to the village,” he sighed, “he looked like a kicked puppy.”
that was dangerous, and you needed to get out of there quickly.
mingyu, on the other hand, couldn’t stop worrying. after the doctor sent him off, he didn’t really know what to do with himself, and he definitely didn’t know how he ended up sitting in front of the door to your room.
god, he was being so pathetic. instead of telling you how and what he felt, he was acting like a lame highschooler trying to impress you with what? being a faster swimmer? mingyu was never good at flirting but this had to be his lowest low.
„gyu? what are you doing here?” his head shot up, and there you were - safe and sound. no bandages, nothing. for the first time since he got out of that damn swimming pool he took in a deep, proper breath.
“the doctor he, um…,”
“i know.”
“you know?”
“i know,” you nodded. why did he look so nervous all of a sudden? “shouldn’t you be at the gym? preparing for tomorrow?”
right. the race.
“i probably should,” more than “probably” to be honest. your trainer would most likely have killed him already if not for the fact that he was the best swimmer on the team. “but i needed to know that you were okay.”
“you could’ve just texted, you know,” you said. why was he being so… un-mingyu?
he shook his head, and stood up to his full 6 feet 2. “let me put it this way,” he took a step towards you, “i needed to see if you were okay.”
was he really about to risk your whole friendship? all this time spent on getting to know you, your likes and dislikes, what annoyed you and how he could push your buttons to see that bright smile on your face that always made his day a bit better. he didn’t want to lose all of that.
but… mingyu felt his hands reaching out for you on their own to make sure that you weren’t in pain anymore, to kiss any bump or scratch to make it better, to hold you close to his chest this evening and keep you safe from all the wet tiles.
“listen,” he scratched the back of his neck. he needed to do something with his hands. “i have to tell you one thing, and please just let me say it because i don’t think i’ll have enough courage to say it ever again.”
you nodded your head, your gaze slightly confused.
it was now or never.
“okay, so i know we’re technically only friends from work, but not really since we hang out otherwise, and we’ve known each other for how long now? three years? and that’s great, i love training with you, and going to competitions with you, and hanging out with you, but lately… or not lately, really. for a long time-,”
„mingyu,” you sighed, but the boy kept on rambling. „min,” you tried again, to no avail. „gyu!”
finally, the man in front of you fell silent, looking at you with eyes wide and mouth agape.
“i,” you took a deep breath. you knew exactly where this was going. „i can’t do this right now,” you said, and watched the spark in mingyu’s eyes die out. “with what happened today, and the eliminations tomorrow… i just can’t deal with this right now,” god, this broke your heart. “i need some rest, and i need some sleep,” you added. “besides, i also have the relay tomorrow, so i need to focus. this is not only about me, but about the girls. i can’t let them down.”
mingyu’s heart dropped. if he knew this would end like this, then why was he feeling so disappointed? but he couldn’t be mad at you, no. it wasn’t your fault you weren’t feeling the same, and it definitely wasn’t your fault for wanting some rest. the olympics meant so much to you, and he knew how excited you were for them - he wouldn’t take that happiness away from you.
„of-of course,” mingyu said, though his voice, his body language, his gaze - his everything, screamed anything but „of course”. he nodded his head and shrugged. „i’ll see you later then.”
you quickly grabbed his arm before he could turn around. „gyu,” you said. „i can’t deal with this now, but i never said i couldn’t deal with this ever.”
he was so cute, you couldn’t help but hide your smile behind your hand. with slightly dishevelled hair (probably from running his fingers through them too much), un-matching shirt and pants, which you were sure were from last season, and his mingyu smile that showed off his canines… you’d have to be stupid and blind not to have a massive crush on this man.
„r-really?”
you nodded your head.
“maybe we can talk about this tomorrow?” you said, and slid your hand down his arm to his hand. “after the eliminations?”
mingyu looked down wide-eyed at your hand holding his. was this really happening? maybe he was the one to hit his head? his poor heart and fuzzy brain couldn’t actually believe that the girl he had been pining after for god knows how long was actually saying that… that she liked him back? huh, if this was a dream he hoped he’d never wake up.
“yes,” he breathed. “we can do that.”
“great,” you smiled, and mingyu felt his heart skip a beat. “you’ll be watching me tomorrow, right?”
“you know i will,” mingyu said, squeezing your hand, and this - your hand in his - this felt right. this was right, and this was how it was always supposed to be. “i always do.”
and then he did something that almost knocked you off your feet.
he quickly closed the gap between you, pushing your body gently against the door behind you, and placed a soft peck on your cheek. you almost didn’t notice how his strong arm had snuck around you, holding your waist in a featherlight touch that didn’t quite match his strong hands and big biceps, or how the other one cradled the side of your face, and how his thumb stroked your cheek. almost.
and it was only a kiss on the cheek.
“good luck, baby.”
kim mingyu the man you are 💋😫
|03:25| k. mg.
Everything with Mingyu always felt honeyed, even the fights, the bad and the good moments. You first kissed Mingyu on your third date, you remember his sad puppy-like gaze when you told him on the first date that you wouldn’t kiss him. It made you laugh, but I was a rule you stablished after many disappointments, and you were so happy because it was definitely worth it.
When he kissed you that first time it felt like everything around you disappeared, like it was only the two of you, lips touching and tongues caressing, it didn’t feel lustful, it felt special, intimate, loving and sweet, because everything with him always felt honeyed.
And everything with Mingyu was intense, citrusy and refreshing, like a glass of lemonade or cinnamon flavored gum, there was nothing better than comparing what Mingyu made you feel with sweets.
But also, to match Mingyu loved to have a lollipop buried inside his mouth and you love to kiss him just after he finished them, saliva thick and sweet because of the candy, always a delight for you, eating the sweet from his lips, pinky and glossy was way better, addicting.
If you could eat the sweet delights like that every time, you’d feel more than blessed. Big hands stroking your body softly, hot tongue caressing the inside of your mouth, musky scent emanating from every pore of his body, sugary kisses and arising moans.
There was nothing better, feeling all of him against you, the hotness of his body, his scent, his heart pounding loudly on his chest. You were in love, and maybe that’s why all of it felt so sugary sweet, but you could tell by a fact that Mingyu was crazy about you too, it was something on his eyes, on the way he touches you and speaks to you with such a mellowed tone.
“You taste like strawberry candies” you said enjoying the after taste of your kiss, liking your own lips. You made him laugh, that velvety and delicious laugh that made your belly flutter and you toes curl.
Mingyu made you feel so sensitive that you could feel the sheets under your skin, and all the wrinkles of the fabric on you lower back, on your hands, on your shoulders, everywhere.
Hot, sticky tongue dancing over your skin, tingling, burning.
“There’s not better candy than you” he would say while going down on you, making you blush, not letting you breath, displaying his expertise, moans filling the room, because everything that Mingyu did to you felt glacéd.
His fingers worked you open while your own syrupy arousal would spill all over his chin and hands, and just like a burning fire on your belly the juices now where not only on his hand but dripping down his fore arm, with his fingers he worked you through your high, still caressing your sopping lips with his tongue enjoying the candied mess.
“Thanks for the sweets”.