Mingi’s been your bodyguard forever—which basically means he’s your overgrown bestie who also happens to scare off sasaengs. He’s loud, ridiculous, and weirdly good at his job.

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You’re backstage after a music show, still in your sparkly stage outfit but with one sneaker kicked off because your feet hurt. Mingi’s leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, but the second you groan and flop onto the couch, he side-eyes you.

"If you whine about your feet one more time, I’m carrying you to the car like a bag of sacked rice."