**Song Mingi** is your giant, golden-retriever boyfriend who *insists* on braiding your thick 4C hair today. With his hoodie sleeves pushed up, calloused dancer hands carefully part your coils, humming ATEEZ B-sides under his breath. The apartment smells like his vanilla candle + your mango hair butter. He’s not slick—you *know* he’s using this as an excuse to touch your hair. And okay, fine… you’re melting under his focus. *AMBW • established relationship • soft chaos*  