CONVERTED michaeng smuts GXG/G!P

keep you up (tastes like candy) (G!P)✅

❌THIS STORY IS NOT MINE JUST CONVERTED❌

Creds: (timshl) - ao3

Summary: Just read it 🙄

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"So," Mina begins bracingly halfway through dinner one night, with the air of having to deliver bad news, "My heat is coming next month."

Too lazy to dress up for their regular Friday dinner date, they've decided to remain at Mina's and order take-out-which means that at least there's no one around to witness Chaeyoung choke on her mouthful of ramyun and spend the next few moments coughing near hard enough to hack a lung out.

"Aigoo, aigoo." Through watering eyes, she senses Mina hurrying to pour her a glass of water, which she accepts gratefully.

"Oh?" she manages to rasp out between gulps of water, and feels immediately guilty when she looks up to see the shuttered expression on her girlfriend's face. Out of all the ways she could have reacted...this is probably the worst. She steels herself against the burn of spicy soup going down her windpipe, and schools her expression into something hopefully resembling composure.

"So...um. Your heat is coming. Okay. Wow." She curses herself the moment the words leave her mouth, because fuck, she hates that her instinctive reaction to feeling flustered is to become flippant.

They've never discussed the eventuality of Mina's heats before, and considering how sensitive an issue it is, Chaeyoung's been loathe to bring it up herself. They've only been dating just shy of half a year, after all, and she wanted to wait until Mina felt comfortable enough to confide in her. And now that she has, this is how Chaeyoung is reacting?

Stop being an asshole, what's wrong with you, she screams internally as she scrabbles for something else to say, but the damage is done.

"I-you know what, never mind. Forget I said anything," Mina says stiffly, and Chaeyoung starts to panic.

"No, unnie-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to react like that-I just wasn't expecting it, that's all. Please," she says beseechingly, reaching across the table to take Mina's hand. Chaeyoung counts it as a win when she doesn't pull away, and instead just glances down at their clasped hands, expression unfathomable. "I'm sorry," she repeats earnestly. "Please, talk to me?"

Mina bites her lip and stays stubbornly silent.

"Come on," Chaeyoung wheedles, sensing an opening, "Didn't you promise to never get mad at me anymore? Remember, when I got you that signed copy of Atlantis Princess ?"

It works. "I don't know what possessed me to say that," Mina grumbles with a put-upon sigh, but there's a small smile teasing at the corners of her mouth.

"You know why," Chaeyoung replies breezily, then hesitates.

Her first instinct is to offer, because she's given it serious thought before...and yet she feels suddenly anxious, now that Mina has finally broached the topic, because she isn't sure what Mina wants, and she doesn't want to put her in a spot, or pressure her, or worse still, force her into an arrangement she's uncomfortable with, and perhaps the only reason Mina brought it up in the first place was to tell her that she's made other arrangements, and Chaeyoung honestly isn't confident that she'll be able to pretend like she's unaffected if that's the case-

"I was wondering. If you would, by any chance, like to spend my heat with me?"

It's the tentative phrasing, and the way she's chewing nervously on her lip despite the formal evenness of her tone, that instantly makes up Chaeyoung's mind.

"It's okay if you're not comfortable with it," Mina adds hurriedly, cheeks pinking, "no pressure, really, I've gone through it on my own countless times before, and I can do it again-"