bf!mingyu drabble
after scrolling through your entire fyp page that was filled with pastries, cakes and everything sweet, it was natural you were craving cake it something sweet. and it didn't help that you were on your period and your cravings were x10 intensified. you'd seen a bunch of videos on souffle pancakes and you remember telling mingyu as you were snuggled in his arms that you wanted to try souffle pancakes once.
when you stir awake and find yourself alone in bed, you frown because you'd surely fallen asleep next to mingyu, in his arms, warm and comfortable. so when you woke up alone, without mingyu's touch and warmth, a pout instantly formed on your lips.
too tired to call out to him, you call him on the phone and hear his phone ring outside before throwing your phone to the side and turning over burying your face in the pillow, the dull back in your lower back still there.
"love? are you awake?" he asks, his voice filling the room and you feel the bed sink as he placed his hand on your lower back, rubbing soft circles to help ease the pain.
"hmm you weren't here when i got up", you reply turning around slowly so you were facing mingyu.
"are you feeling better?", he asks, looking at you.
"a bit", you mumble, reaching out for his hand.
mingyu gets up and protests leave your lips asking him to sit back down. you wanted nothing more than to cuddle in his arms again. he smiles and chuckles at your cuteness before saying he'll be right back.
when mingyu comes back, he's holding a plate of something and when places it in front of you is when you realised what it is - souffle pancakes. mingyu had made you souffle pancakes.
"gyuuu", you let out looking up at him with. "you did not make me souffle pancakes" you tell still in denial.
"i sure did my love, anything for you", he says with a grin before sitting in front of you. you take a bite and cover your mouth dramatically at how good it is. you could cry right now (blame the hormones)
"mingyu. baby. babe. gyu", you tell and he chuckles watching at all the names you call him. "this is so good", you tell lifting your fork to feed him a bite", he eats and nods his head in agreement.
"i might have outdone myself with this one", he says.
"you did, you outdo yourself everytime you make me something", you tell smiling as you take another bite of the soft and fluffy pancake.
after you've polished the place, mingyu puts it on the side table and just as he's sitting back down on the bed you pounce in his arms, hugging him. you hear his chuckles as his hands wrap around you, holding you close.
"i miss you", you tell, resting your chin on his shoulder.
"im right here though", he tells, confusion in his voice.
"still you were gone when i woke up and i just miss you okay", you add.
"can't have you missing me now can we", he says as you lift your head up and finally look at him. you nod your head in agreement.
"you look tired", he says observing your face.
you did look tired and drained and he wished he could do more to make you feel okay.
"that's because i'm dying gyu", you tell dramatically. "you didn't give me any kisses gyu, where are my recharge kisses", you tease looking at him.
he grins his pretty smile as he looks at you with pure fondness.
"one serve of recharges kisses coming right up", he says leans, kissing you.
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Everyone wants to talk about how Senshi is a tumblr sexyman but...Senshi is actually attractive. Like even aside from the fact that he's pretty good-looking he's a nice, sweet guy and he can cook and loves doing it. He's a perfectly eligible candidate for marriage, which kind of goes against the spirit of a tumblr sexyman.
Chilchuck, however? Chilchuck is a tumblr sexyman. What the fuck do you people see in him
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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