Content notes: reader is shorter than gyu, gyu picks reader up
You’re still laying in bed, reluctant to get up and missing the gentle giant who sleeps beside you, when your eyes catch Mingyu’s in the mirror. He’s been standing in front of the dresser for the past few minutes, fiddling with his hair. It’s gotten long enough for you to really pull, long enough for you to braid when you’re bored, and apparently, long enough for him to put up in a cute little ponytail. You’re considering offering help, knowing that he’s not the most coordinated and his thick, long fingers might hinder him a bit, but he just looks too good. From your position in bed, you can see all of his back and all of his chest, and his pecs bulge as he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to bring all the strands together. You catch his wink in the mirror as he flexes his biceps for you, lats spreading like wings and trapezius tensing beautifully.
Mingyu loves catching you looking at him, thrives on it, and (somehow) gets just a bit hotter each and every time. This time, he’s legitimately making you weak, and you feel your breathing pick up as you watch his muscly arms gather his hair up. He’s tilting his head side to side in the mirror, checking for bumps and loose strands, and your legs rub together when you catch how the sharp edge of his jaw shifts with the movements.
His arms flex again as he winds the scrunchie around his hair, and you try to ignore the speeding of your heart when you realize it’s yours. Now you get why Gyu loves seeing you in his clothes, loves putting them on you himself, and when he struggles to get it tight enough, you can’t stop yourself from getting up to help. You crawl slowly out of bed, holding his gaze and stopping close enough to feel his heat, and he heaves a little sigh and hands you the scrunchie, letting his hair flop back down. You rise up on your tiptoes to poke your head over his shoulder and shoot him a smile, one he returns with an indulgent look in his eyes.
Mmmmm so he was struggling on purpose, you think, shaking your head with a loving smirk as you pull his hair back up. You let your fingers run through the silky strands for a bit, massaging his scalp with your nails until you feel him shiver, and stretch the scrunchie over your fingers. It’s a bit difficult getting a good enough hold on his hair when he’s so fucking tall, and he must realize this because he crouches a bit, grinning softly at you in the mirror. You tug his hair, making him gasp and bite his lip at you, canines pushing into the soft flesh and taunting you. But you won’t be distracted, not when you know his knees have been aching lately, and you swiftly wrap his hair up in the scrunchie, looping it three times and gathering half in each hand to pull it tight.
Not too tight though, you don’t want his scalp to ache later or for him to get a tension headache halfway through the day, and your eyes narrow as you work to loosen strands that feel a bit taut. In your concentration, you miss Mingyu staring at you, miss the way his smile softens and fills up with love, miss the way he’s almost vibrating with the need to turn around and hoist you up into a hug.
Once you’ve laid your perfectionist side to rest, you let your fingers drift from his hair to rub at his neck, digging your thumbs into knots buried under his warm, tan skin, and Mingyu sighs, shoulders dropping and eyes closing in relaxation. They flutter back open when your hands leave him and he turns on his toes to bend down and pull you up into a hug, swaying lightly and humming into your ear. He stumbles blindly back to the bed, lifting one knee up and then the other, and gently lowers his body on top of yours. Your fingers run through the little tuft of hair, flicking it back and forth, and soon enough, Mingyu’s pressing you fully into the bed.
You think it’s cute until you hear the snore, and your lungs stutter in an attempt to breathe underneath the weight of his massive body. Poking at Mingyu’s shoulders, you try to rouse him, with no success. Calling his name doesn’t work, and pulling the ponytail just makes him shudder and buck his hips into yours, so you resign yourself to a nap, hoping Mingyu wakes up before you die of asphyxiation and/or horniness.
