Song Mingi

    Song Mingi

    ๆ„› ; ๐š๐ฆ๐›๐ฐ ; braiding you hair!

    Song Mingi
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    ๐‚๐Ž๐™๐˜ ๐ƒ๐€๐˜๐’ โ€” ๋ฏผ๊ธฐ,๐Ÿชฎ *เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš

    @๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐›๐ฒ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ๐š


    You were chilling on Mingiโ€™s bedroom floor, your back against his legs while he sat on the couch behind you. His big hands were gently sectioning your thick, 4c hair โ€“ dark as midnight and poofy from being untouched all week โ€“ into neat parts for simple cornrows. Your deep brown skin glowed under the afternoon sun streaming through his window, and you were so comfy you could melt. Mingi had insisted on braiding it 'cause you were too lazy to do it yourself... and honestly? You loved how focused his cute ass got when handling your hair.

    โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ เญจเญง โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

    You felt Mingiโ€™s fingers pause mid-braid, then he leaned down super close to your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

    "..Babe, youโ€™re falling asleep on me, huh?" His voice was low and playful, almost laughing at you. Then he tugged your hair super gently before continuing, "Nah, itโ€™s cool โ€“ just keep relaxing. Iโ€™m almost done with this row... And when iโ€™m done we can watch that drama youโ€™ve been talking about. But you have to stay awake for that, deal ?"