Anonymous asked: I’ve been rereading Imprinted and I was wondering if you’d ever do a headcanon on when Bomi shot Mingyu like you did with Bomi and Jaehee’s mate? I just want to know more about what happened but I understand if you don’t want to

a/n: okay this ask was sitting in my inbox for a long ass time bc i forgot about it lmao. but fun fact!!!! in the original svt imprinted i planned on actually writing all of that out in his first part and it was gonna be the first thing that happened in the part, but i felt it wasn’t super necessary and made it kinda long. but here’s the backstory!!! (and yes this is a prequel to the first part). but to the anon who requested this: i am so sorry for being so late ily

Warnings: guns and blood!!! but if you’ve read the story you know that nobody dies

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• so as we know, Bomi used to be a werewolf hunter
• she was with Namjoon’s crew and was assigned a mission on her own, but Yoongi promised to be waiting for her when she was done
• because the two were really close
• her mission was to kill the pup of Seungcheol’s pack in an attempt to have some sort of start to getting rid of the large pack and to have a bit of an upper hand
• because the pack would be too distraught over the loss of their brother to retaliate right away, so then they could strike
• now, before meeting Mingyu, Bomi despisedwerewolves
• her parents were killed by werewolves but we already knew that
• so she was fine with having to go in and fuck up Chan’s day
• meanwhile, Chan had no idea what was about to come
• the pup had a really late class that day and was just getting out
• it was already dark outside but Mingyu was waiting in the parking lot to pick him up
• did Bomi know that? of course not
• she just knew that Chan would be alone and that was the perfect time to make her move
• she was waiting by the fence at the edge of the parking lot. it was dark and not near any streetlamps, and it was right by the woods so she could drag him away and do it
• as he was passing by, she lunged out and put a cloth laced with silver in his mouth, gripping it behind his head and dragging him backwards into the darkness
• but out of the corner of his eye, Mingyu had seen his brother walking over, and then he saw a shadow and Chan was gone
• naturally, he went to investigate
• Bomi managed to spin Chan around despite his struggling, shoving him to the forest floor and aiming her gun at him
• in Chan’s panic (and with his mouth, y’know, burning) he had no idea what was happening, but now he sensed it. he knew what she was and what was going to happen
• “Bye, puppy,” she smirked
  
• a growl ripped through the silent forest as Mingyu lunged out of nowhere and pushed Bomi up against a tree, her back slamming into it
• and then it hit them both at the same time
• Mingyu’s red eyes softened, his expression falling and his teeth no longer bared
• Bomi’s eyes went wide and the first thing she felt was panic
• this wasn’t right. it was against everything she believed in. what was she supposed to do?!
• Mingyu’s face was inches from her, so her first instinct was to shove him away
• and in her confused panic, she did the only thing she could think to do
• she shot him
• the silver bullet hit his shoulder, and with a hiss of pain, Mingyu fell to the ground beside Chan
• Chan stared at his brother in horror, and then looked up at Bomi with a mix of hurt and confusion
• his eyes filled with tears knowing silver could kill Mingyu
• looking between the pup and his brother, she actually felt…bad. why did she feel bad?
• ‘because you’re no better than them now,’ she realized
  
• like monsters had taken the people she loved from her, she was taking someone Chan loved from him
• she were the monster
• “I-I…” Bomi stammered, but she didn’t know what to say. she didn’t even know what to do, she was just frozen in place
  
• the pup was suddenly on top of her, and her back was hitting the ground
• since Chan had taken her off guard, her gun fell from her hand when she hit the ground, so she had to fight back with her arms and legs
• but she wasn’t doing that for long because Chan was suddenly pulled off of her, and then she was staring down the barrel of her own gun
• above her, Mingyu’s face was set in a grimace and Bomi thought she was definitely in trouble
• “Call Seungcheol,” Mingyu told Chan through clenched teeth
  
• but Bomi was in a different kind of trouble than she thought
• then he managed a hint of a smirk as he told her, “You’re coming with us.”

Husband AU! Mingyu

You were late as usual. In the morning, you told Mingyu to not wait for you for dinner but deep down, you hoped he welcomed you home and joined you for dinner.

It’s been years since you last had a romantic candlelight dinner with your husband. Your second child was already two years old and finally, you can relax at home.

“I’m home,” you said softly to the empty living room and did everything in minimal noise before getting into your shared bedroom.

What you saw on the queen-sized bed was the sleeping trio. Your husband was on the right side of the bed with your daughter on top of him, lying on her tummy. Next to him was your two-year-old son, his arms and legs spread freely so similar to his father.

You tiptoes toward the bed and corrected your little girl’s posture and pulled out her thumb from her mouth. Tugging at the personal blanket of your son, you draped it across his small body and fixed his clothes.

Lastly, your husband.

You were taken by surprise when he caught hold of your wrist and beamed. “I thought you were sleeping!” you scolded quietly at him and chuckled when he pointed at your daughter on him.

You sat on the edge and helped to pick up the girl. You hugged her for a while and showered kissed her face until Mingyu was ready to take turn and put her on the bed again.

“I was waiting for you. Let’s eat dinner,”

“It’s 10 and you haven’t had dinner?”

Mingyu pecked on your cheek and pulled you up. “I had earlier while I was feeding them but now I’m a little hungry,” he said and took you out.

“Can you wait for me to reheat the food?” Mingyu asked, turning his head to look at you. “Can you cook ramyeon for me? I crave that,”

“Sure, I can, ma'am,”

That night, you felt like you were a newlywed once again. Mingyu served you like a queen and you had a heart-to-heart conversation with him for the entire night.

“I love our family now but I missed you a lot,”

“I think two is enough,”

You laughed, finding his heartfelt rather amusing. Giving you a light kiss, Mingyu made a remark, “Let’s spend the night to the fullest,”

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ෆ fic synopsis: kim mingyu’s trouble with luck makes you think you’re being played by him after failing to meet on every. single. date. what does it take for the two of you to finally meet in person?
ෆ pairing: kmg x reader (gn)
ෆ fic genre: humor, romance
ෆ preview warnings: cursing, food
ෆ preview wc: 1.6k (full fic is an estimated 7-15k)
ෆ a/n: here is the preview to chapter one of another fic i’m excited to share with you all. this one is dedicated to the best boy and the awkward phase glow-ups. please lmk down below or in my asks/dms if you would like to be on the taglist - whatever you’re most comfortable with! i’m aiming to post the full fic in june or july :0)

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chapter one: past (preview)

DK is positive that if he sneezed, the puff of air that shoots out of his nose would be strong enough to knock over the guy he is currently helping hold steady.

But Kim Mingyu – tall, lanky, and irrationally stubborn, refuses to accept help from his obviously more capable roommate. He stands on his makeshift stepladder and attempts to shimmy out his giant hard-shell suitcase he somehow managed to store at the top of his closet the day he moved into the dorm. However, the only thing Mingyu seems to be taking out of his closet is the dust that collected on top of his belongings, and DK is trying his very best not to sneeze.

Who would have thought that Kim Mingyu would be built like one of those wavy inflatable tube guys you see while driving past car dealerships on the highway? His little self-intro on the university roommates request page painted him to be an outgoing type of guy – likes photography, running, and dogs; dislikes people who are rude to waiters, bad vibes, and heights. His profile picture was an aesthetic photo of him in some art museum in Europe. Mingyu turned out to be exactly who and how he described himself. However, had DK or Minghao known their literal pre-serum Steve Roger roommate wasn’t who they thought him to physically be, they would’ve assigned him to the loft bed with the standing closet when they were deciding bedspaces before moving into their dorms.

Now, DK can only stand behind his roommate with his two hands gripped firmly around the wooden chair’s backrest and hope the suitcase doesn’t take his roommate out before the mosquitos from wherever Mingyu is heading do.

For starters, it’s hard to believe a college sophomore – one who has to sleep on the bottom bunk because the floor is closer to the humidifier – is going on a journey to some place where he probably couldn’t restock on his precious Aquaphor that he has to slug onto his cracked heels every night and then protect with his aloe-infused fluffy bed socks. Mingyu is physically weak. He is like a Basset Hound puppy who keeps tripping on its long ears because it still needs to grow into them. He is a Victorian child experiencing EDM for the first time. He is the school Wi-Fi when everybody is back from vacation. A Lego Man figurine is probably more built than Kim Mingyu in every single physical aspect – and that is not an overstatement.

And his luck – oh, how unlucky Kim Mingyu can be at times.

Minghao, their third roommate, tells him its puberty, but Kim Mingyu’s hardhead firmly believes he is the unluckiest man in the world. Puberty, Minghao reminds him. He’s simply going through puberty. It just doesn’t seem like it because his growth spurt arrived ages before his puberty did. Mingyu digresses.

It is a bunch of small, often uncomfortable or inconvenient, occurrences bundled into one that leads Mingyu to believe he has somehow been cursed. Setting off the fire alarm after using the new microwave in their floor’s common room? In reality, some kid snuck in an illegal rice cooker and forgot to open the window while cooking some rice. Sleeping past an alarm the day after he accidentally stepped on a crack in the sidewalk? He didn’t know he accidentally set his alarm as P.M. instead of A.M.. His clumsiness? He wears clothes in sizes either too big or too small for his body. He’s never heard of tailoring before.

Mingyu claims his curse started when he was dared to download an Ouija Board app on his phone on the bus ride home from one of his high school field trips. DK reminds him that where there is a cause, there is an effect. 

So, when Mingyu abruptly announces to his two roommates that he’s leaving in the middle of the semester for some Eat, Pray, Love type of trip with his rich aunt, the two roommates can only ask why and whether or not rent is going to be more expensive given that there would technically only be two roommates instead of three:

“I dunno-” Mingyu picks up his sub, trying to adjust his grip so the tomato slices don’t slip out when he takes a bite. “I think it’ll be a nice change.”

DK gawks at him while Minghao looks through his tote bag for a hair tie. Mingyu shrugs and brings the sandwich to his lips. A tomato slice slips out from the backend and lands on the ceramic plate. Mingyu sighs and sets his sandwich back down on his plate and opens it to tuck the tomato slice back into place.

The most level-headed of the trio, DK, stares at the guy who sleeps below him reattempt to take a successful bite of his sandwich. Minghao, whose long hair is now tied in a manbun, twirls his fork around his plate of spaghetti.

“You know it’s bad for your scalp if you tie your hair too tightly,” Mingyu gestures to his own head to show Minghao. There are bread crumbs in the corner of his lips, and some sauce on his fingers. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean before taking another bite.

Minghao ignores him and stares outside the window at the family of ducks making their way into the shade outside of the dormitory dining hall.

A nice change is what newly divorced couples say in movies. A nice change is giving your childhood bedroom a makeover. A nice change is when Mingyu finally takes off his damn braces so he doesn’t spit on people while he talks. DK reckons it’s because Mingyu is having trouble adjusting to adulthood. He’s a second-year going through what Minghao calls a “prolonged puberty experience,” but DK thinks that all Mingyu needs is time. He has the braces, the lisp, and the inability to act normal in front of crushes. It’s normal. Everybody moves at their own pace. All Mingyu needs is a little confidence and a major glow-up.  

“You said you’re going with your aunt?” DK pinches a fry between his fingers and decides to drop it back down. “What about our dorm and school?”

Outside, a Resident Director leads a group of elementary school students on a tour around the dormitory area. The students look around the several tall dormitories and point at the ducks when they see them. The teachers who walk behind their students are too busy staring at their phones to care if the students chase after the animals.

“Hey, do you think ducks are easy to pick up?” Xu Minghao gently sets his fork down and cups his hands, placing them side-by-side. He looks at his imaginary bowl, “They look like they’ll fit perfectly in my hands, yunno. Perfectly scoopable.”

“My aunt isn’t married and doesn’t have any kids so she says she’ll give me her money if I travel with her,” Mingyu chews with his mouth open and pauses to wash it down with some milk. He exhales and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Something about going on a journey to prove that material wealth isn’t all there is in the world.”

Having lost his appetite, DK pushes his plate of fries away from him. He asks Mingyu, “Isn’t it counterproductive because you need money to travel the world?”

“Ehh,” Mingyu slinks in his seat, but reaches over to grab some of the abandoned fries. “But don’t worry about my grades. I’ll be studying abroad and will probably be back in time for graduation. Hopefully my credits can transfer. And my aunt is paying for my dorm so you guys don’t have to worry about paying more.”

“And the school is okay with you paying even through you’re not going to be here?”

“Universities don’t care as long as they’re earning money,” Minghao huffs and stabs a meatball with his fork. “But God forbid I take more than three free yoga classes at the rec center and all of a sudden I’m banned for the rest of the month.”

A new group of friends set their bags down at the table next to where the trio are sitting. One of them seems to recognize DK and politely waves at him before catching up with their friends to line up for food. DK smiles and waves back – he only met them a few days ago.

“I- I think taking that trip will be good for me,” Mingyu stutters when he realizes he has been staring at DK’s friend the entire time. His eyes quickly travel back to looking at his best friend’s fries. He fidgets his fingers before reaching for another one, “Maybe I can meet some new people, learn a few things, and bulk up from all the traveling I’ll be doing.”

Minghao opens the dorm door and enters with a duck tucked under his arm, American football style. He makes his way over to his desk and drops off a few textbooks. DK swears the duck looked at him straight in the eye.

“Yn said you should come to the beach hangout on Saturday,” he tells DK while grabbing his water bottle and yoga mat.

“I’ll think about it,” DK is still staring at the duck who seems perfectly content with being held by the Second Year.

Minghao shrugs and swings the mat over his shoulder. The duck quacks, and Minghao waves goodbye before exiting their shared room. Mingyu, who successfully managed to start pulling out his suitcase from an angle, sneezes and pushes it back into place.  

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