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yeoosaangg · 7 months

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Bad Idea || Kinktober - Day 3

pairing ▸ jung wooyoung × f!reader

now playing ▸ bad idea - dove cameron

⤷ ❝i've got a lot of sins, but you're my favorite.❞

genre ▸ college au, (one-sided) "enemies" to lovers, kinda angsty, smut

warnings ▸ mommy kink, dry humping, marking, degradation, biting, mentions of depression, self-harm, blood, attempted suicide, hospitalization

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You sit in a circle, bored out of your mind.

A bunch of drunk college students thought it'd be fun to play a silly party game called "Seven Minutes in Heaven".

The last pair of students came back with swollen lips and a few hickeys.

Typical.

Chaewon: Alright! Y/n, spin the bottle.

Y/n: I told you I wasn't playing.

Chaewon: Just do it once! You don't actually have to do stuff in the closet. Just wait until the seven minutes are over.

If she wasn't your friend, you'd punch her. But you sigh, spinning the stupid bottle.

It comes to a stop and you look up at the chosen one you'd be locked in a closet with.

Oh, fuck no! Absolutely not.

Chaewon: Off you two go! Try not to kill each other please.

Easy for her to say!

Wooyoung smirks, confidently walking towards the closet. You follow, putting as much distance between you and the boy as possible.

Hendery: Game starts as soon as I close this door.

Then he slams it shut, locking it from the outside.

Wooyoung: I see you’ve grown out of your baby cheeks.

Y/n: Is that a compliment?

Wooyoung: Just an observation.

Y/n: Whatever.

He chuckles.

Wooyoung: Haven't seen you since junior year of high school.

You cross your arms, staring at your feet. Why is he talking to you like you're old friends catching up. You just want to leave this stupid closet.

Y/n: For good reason.

Wooyoung: Why? We used to be great friends.

Y/n: Like you care.

Wooyoung: Of course I care.

If he did, he would've been there for you when you needed him the most. But he wasn't.

Y/n: Just shut up.

Wooyoung frowns. You never talked to him this way before, what happened? Why'd you drift so far away from him? When did you get so cold?

Wooyoung: Why do you hate me so much?

You scoff. There's no need for him to know, it already happened.

Y/n: Figure it out if you want to know so bad.

He whines quietly.

It'd be easier to clear the air if you'd just talk to him. Why are you being difficult?

He pouts, not liking how you're ignoring him. So he starts kicking your leg to catch your attention.

Y/n: Quit it!

Wooyoung: Not until you tell me what I did.

Y/n: Ugh, fine!

He smiles triumphantly, leaning forward with anticipation.

Y/n: Remember when I spam called you the night you went to Yeosang's birthday party?

He nods.

He was going to call you back when Yeosang took his phone away so he wouldn't be distracted. He meant to follow up with you, but you disappeared.

Y/n: Massive trigger warning, but I was going through a rough depressive episode and needed someone to distract me from doing something really bad.

Wooyoung's smile drops, his shoulders slumping in sadness.

Y/n: When you didn't pick up, I got upset and the bad thoughts got worse. My mom was home, so I couldn't do it there... But I ended up walking to the nearby bridge.

Wooyoung's stomach tightens, a few tears falling down his face.

Y/n: I took out the razor blade I had in my pocket and cut really deep into my arms. I threw it into the river below me and I climbed the railing.

Wooyoung's bottom lip trembled, taking your hand in his. You didn't pull away from him, which made him feel hopeful.

Y/n: Before I could jump, Haknyeon saved me.

Wooyoung: My friend?

Y/n: Mhm. He said his family was on their way back from eating out at a restaurant when he recognized me and told his dad to stop the car.

Wooyoung: I'm happy he did.

Y/n: I wasn't. But he never told anyone what happened. He covered for me and lied to my mom about what happened. He helped me get better until I fully recovered.

He should thank Haknyeon. His best friend wouldn't be here today if he hadn't been there to save you.

Wooyoung: That's why you randomly disappeared... Because you were in the hospital.

You nod, smiling at him.

Y/n: Very dark period in my life. I still have some days where I'm feeling icky, but not as bad as that day. I hope I never get to that point again.

Wooyoung: I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

Y/n: You didn't know. But I still held a grudge 'cause you promised never to ignore me.

Wooyoung: And I wasn't! But Yeosang took my phone and told me to stop letting you distract me.

Y/n: Why would I be a distraction?

He clears his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed now. It's not an appropriate time to talk about that.

Hendery: Five minutes!

Right, they're still playing the game.

Wooyoung: Ain't no way that was two minutes. This feels rigged!

Hendery: Maybe if you weren't boring and kissed her, time would go by faster!

Kiss?!

Wooyoung: He's crazy.

Y/n: Yeah, but he's hot so it cancels out.

Wooyoung: You think he's hot?

Y/n: Well, yeah. But I wouldn't date him.

Wooyoung: Would you fuck him?

Huh?

Y/n: Why're you asking?

Wooyoung: I'm curious.

Y/n: No. We're both dominant types in the bedroom, it wouldn't work out.

He hums in acknowledgement.

Wooyoung: What about me? Would you fuck me?

Y/n: Do you want me to?

He shivers in place before answering.

Wooyoung: Yes.

Oh!

Wooyoung clears his throat, not expecting the conversation to have gone this route.

But he likes it.

Wooyoung: I've always had a crush on you. Ever since we met, actually.

Y/n: Damn. If you had asked me out when were were kids, I would've accepted.

Wooyoung: And if I ask you now?

Y/n: I wouldn't hate the idea.

Wooyoung: Do you want to go on a date with me?

Your smile beams, making his worries disappear.

Y/n: I'd love to, baby.

He giggles, hiding his face behind his hands. You coo, moving to sit next to him.

Wooyoung: Can I call you Mommy when we're alone?

Fucking hell.

Y/n: Yeah, baby. You most definitely can.

Wooyoung: Okay.

You can see him let himself go, letting you see the side of him no one else can see.

Wooyoung: Can I kiss you, Mommy?

Y/n: Come sit on my lap, precious.

He wastes no time sitting on your lap and wrapping his arms around your neck. His body melts at your touch, your lips dancing with his.

He angles his hips so his crotch rubs against your clothed heat. He softly whines into your mouth, loving the feeling of having you to himself.

Y/n: Baby, can I mark you?

Wooyoung: Yes, please. Want people to know I'm Mommy's.

You smile, pulling down the fabric of his hoodie. Your hot tongue licks the skin of his collarbone before you paint a few red marks on him.

You know they'll bruise later.

His hips stutter, loving how intimate and scandalous this was. Inside of someone else's closet at that.

Y/n: Look at you, so desperate for me. Mommy's little whore.

Wooyoung: Mommy, please.

Y/n: Please, what, baby?

Wooyoung hides in the crook of your neck as his rhythm picks up pace, whimpering at how good he's feeling.

Hendery: Three minutes!

Wooyoung quietly whines. He doesn't want this moment to end. He pulls down your shirt and starts biting your shoulder.

Y/n: I like that a lot, baby.

You moves your hands from his hips to his ass, giving him a hard squeeze. He chokes on his moan, not wanting Hendery to hear.

Y/n: Is my pretty boy feeling shy?

Thing is, he has no problem acting like an arrogant asshole all the the time. But when it comes to the bedroom, he turns into mush and wants to be held.

He wants you to reduce him to nothing but Mommy's fucktoy.

Y/n: Aww, look at you. What happened to the boy that was so bold and sure of himself just moments ago? Why do you seem so small now?

His brain short-circuits. Your tone was sickenly sweet and soft, but your words were mocking him. It's confusing his brain.

Y/n: What's wrong, baby? Is it too much to process with that little brain of yours, hm?

Wooyoung: I- Um, w-we... What's-

He looks so fucking cute. You want to fuck him silly, but that can wait for another day.

Y/n: Look at you, stuttering and tripping over you words. How about I shut you up, baby.

He gasps as you kiss him. He feels so good, loving the way you're holding him.

You hum, sliding your hand under his hoodie. You pull him impossibly closer, using your tongue to part his lips.

He quietly whines, rememberng where you guys were.

Hendery: One minute!

Y/n: How about you make yourself cum, baby?

Wooyoung presses into you, the friction stimulating you both. He inhales another moan, trying his best to keep his sounds at bay.

Wooyoung: Gonna cum, Mommy.

His muffled words were so cute, but you understand him perfectly.

Y/n: Go ahead, baby. Let it out for me.

His hips stutter, releasing inside his underwear. You cum at the same time, feeling your panties soak.

He whines, feeling sticky but so good.

Wooyoung: Thank you, Mommy. Was so good.

Y/n: Of course, my cute boy. Now, fix yourself up, We've got 15 seconds.

You smirk, watching him pull down his oversized hoodie over the front of his jeans. He wipes his face and fixes his hair just in time.

Hendery: Wow, you two really are lame.

Y/n: Thanks, Dery.

Hendery: You guys didn't even talk?

Y/n: What's there to talk about?

Your friend rolls his eyes and pushes you out of the closet.

Wooyoung immediately goes back into his confident and arrogant persona. But you know the truth.

Wooyoung: She's a buzzkill, dude. I need another drink.

They wrap their arms around each other and follow you back into the other room so other people can play the game.

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a/n: yeah, idk. i think i'm incapable of NOT adding some sort of plot... the song barely has connection to the fic, i just like it. thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year

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ATEEZ Masterlist

OT8/Multiple members

You’ve got a friend in me (WooSanHwa smut)

Thirsty (WooSanHwa x reader Smut)

Say My Name (OT8!Ateez x reader smut)

Only My Name (OT8!Ateez x reader smut but Wooyoung centric,, smut/angst) (pt2 of Say My Name)

One Kiss (SanSang x reader smut)

Like A Champ (WooSan x reader smut)

Served (WooSan x reader smut)

Inception (WooSan x reader smut)

Provocative (SanHwa x reader smut)

Chasing That Feeling (SeongJoong x reader smut)

What Happens In London (YunSanHwa x reader smut)

Truth Or Dare (OT8 Smut)

Fantasize (San centered but OT8 smut)

Hongjoong

6cm (smut)

Yes, master (smut)

Backstage Business (smut)

Knight of Pentacles (smut)

Honey (Are You Coming?) (smut)

One Last Time (smut, angst)

Quick (smut)

Seonghwa

Desire (smut)

New Horizons (smut)

Pancakes (Fluff)

Addicted (smut)

Aphrodite (smut)

King Of Swords (angst, smut)

Lady Of The Night (smut)

Hello Kitty (smut)

Eyes Roll (smut)

Moonlight (smut)

Paradise (smut)

Inferno (smut)

Crazy Form (smut)

On-Call (smut)

Yunho

Sweet Dreams (fluff)

Don’t You Worry (fluff)

Practice Round (smut)

Pretty Tiny (Smut)

Chariot (fluff)

Wake Up (smut)

Yeosang

The History teacher PART 1 (fluff)

The History teacher PART 2 (smut)

Ace Of Cups (smut)

Lip Gloss (smut)

Shimmer (smut)

San

Everytime (fluff, smut)

Waterfall (fluff, smut)

Falling (angst, fluff)

Neon (smut)

Asked For It (smut)

Asked For It PART 2 (smut)

I Promise (Angst)

Attention (smut, angst)

Movie Star (smut)

Ruby (smut)

Ruby Part 2 (smut)

Seven of Pentacles (smut, fluff)

Enemy (smut)

City Lights (smut)

Panty Stealer (smut)

The Butler (smut)

Mingi

The morning after (fluff)

Nirvana (smut)

The Devil (smut)

Cam Girl (smut)

Exile (angst)

Wooyoung

FEEL (Smut)

DIRRTY (Smut)

Flash (Angst, fluff)

No Homo (smut)

Maybe Homo (smut, part 2 of No Homo)

Temperance (fluff,smut)

Birthday Celebrations (smut)

The Boy Who Got Misunderstood (angst, fluff, smut)

You&Me (smut)

Thirsty (smut)

Poison (smut)

Good Lil Boy (smut)

Autumn (fluff)

Jongho

Come And Go (Angst)

Happy To Help (smut)

Seven Of Cups (Angst, fluff)

Chances (smut)

#kpop #ateez #smut #fluff #angst #seonghwa #san #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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waywardsummoner46 · 1 month

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sink Into the Darkness, My Light | Two | ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

──•~❉ ᯽ ❉~•──

"Join us, my Light."

Two centuries ago, the ruler of the Light disappeared, plunging the universe into chaos and disrupting the sacred, unspoken balance of the universe.

The eight rulers of the Darkness never stopped looking for her; their obsession never once waning since she vanished.

Recently, they've sensed something. Never around long enough to pinpoint but so euphoric that it sings within their veins. And since meeting you, well... slowly they begin to understand why.

"Sink into the darkness with us."

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「✦」 PAIRING - yandere ot8!ateez x (?)reader

「✦」 GENRE - ancient gods!au, fantasy!au, magical powers!au

「✦」 WARNINGS - mind control, gaslighting, dom/sub, subspace (of a sort), temporary amnesia, manipulation, YANDERE AND DARK THEMES

「✦」 WORD COUNT - 4,863

「✦」 A/N - You're all so lovely. Thank you for the reception part one received. We meet another of the members in this chapter, enjoy.

「✦」 TAGLIST - Let me know if you'd like to be added :)

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• one • two • three •

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It was roughly 17:49 when you had another phone call. This time, it was Jee-Won’s caller ID that greeted you, not Ji-Ah’s. A picture of her kissing your smiling cheek and you with your eyes scrunched up. Funny how the picture held so much happiness but its motives caused you nothing but dread at whatever crazed things she wanted to discuss with you now.

You sighed long and deep; your food was ready and you’d just sat down to begin digging in. How utterly stupid of you to assume that you could simply eat your food in peace.

“Hey, Jee-Won,” you said, masking your mild frustration. Speaking to her before you were going out was slowly tearing down the mental preparation you’d been working on. Dealing with her now was seriously reinforcing the recurring thoughts of simply not going… but you’d promised Ji-Ah. You couldn’t back out now (despite how much you wanted to).

You loved Jee-Won dearly, you and her had been friends since you were very young. You knew basically everything about each other and could trust each other with everything. The fact that your personalities differ so greatly only made that friendship even stronger as one could offer outlooks and perspectives the other couldn’t. Through your care for each other, it was obvious you always had each others’ back.

Doesn’t mean she doesn’t grate your nerves sometimes though.

Jee-Won let out an ungodly squeal on her end of the phone and you had to pull the phone away from your ear, wincing.

“Happy birthday, my beautiful best friend! How are you on this gorgeous day?” Contrary to your mild vexation, her bubbly energy never failed to make you smile. This was something you could mirror, being practically all smiles yourself.

Picking up your chopsticks, you began to twist the cheap store-bought noodles absentmindedly. “I’m wonderful, thank you. I’ve had a very… interesting day so far, but it has been genuinely good. How are you doing?”

Interesting was one word for it - neither Yunho nor Yeosang had left your mind all day. Thinking about them was natural and your best efforts were no match to their lingering effect on you.

Some selfish part of you wanted to go back to ‘Life Rose On’ right now just to see Yeosang again. Yunho you had resigned yourself to the understanding that you’d probably never see each other again (a fact that saddened you much more than it should’ve). Perhaps you were being childish in your hope that they knew each other.

It made sense; stumbling into two new pretty boys in the same shop on the same day. Couldn’t be entirely coincidental that they were in such close proximity with one another. Alas, the unknown was killing you and your unexplainable longing for the two handsome strangers remained.

And it was unexplainable.

Meeting and interacting with those two today felt so intense, so real. Somehow, talking to them was easy and could be done with the familiarity of long-time friends. After the initial hiccups (stumbling over your feet and words), when Yunho spoke to you it felt like every one of your senses was being stroked so sensually and lovingly that it made you shiver. When Yeosang had tucked that breathtaking purple rose behind your ear, that same shiver and unrestrained emotions of rightness returned.

… it bothered you.

Never in all of your years of living had you let anyone have such an effect on you. Nor were you one to be swayed by good looks alone so easily. Admittedly, both men were incredibly kind and friendly which enabled you to talk to them for longer, in addition to their angelic appearances.

The effect that they’d had on you troubled you for a reason you couldn’t quite understand and, simply put, you were uncomfortable with it, especially after one meeting.

In conclusion, it wasn’t them that made you uncomfortable but rather the effect they had on you that did. Or did it? Oh, you didn’t know. These feelings confused you and only gave you a headache.

Realistically, you’d never see Yunho again and you’d probably see Yeosang once or twice more considering he worked in the florist you regulared. There you go, done. No need to dwell on it anymore. Nope. Not. At. All.

“Hello? Are you still there?” Jee-Won’s mildly concerned voice startled you and made you realise just how far you’d sunk into the ocean of your thoughts.

You massaged your temples. “Sorry, Jee-Won. I didn’t sleep well last night, is all. What were you saying?”

You practically taste her fond exasperation on the other end of the phone. “Are you sure you want to come out tonight? You know Ji-Ah won’t take it personally.”

That snapped you to attention.

“I know that but I genuinely want to go, I promise.” Hoping your tone of false conviction was believable enough, you glanced at your watch. 17:54. Two hours and six minutes before you had to be there.

“Mhm. Yeah, absolutely. I believe you one hundred percent.” Apparently, you were not as convincing as you’d once believed. “I won’t force you not to come because I know that despite how much you don’t want to go, you’ll go for the sake of other people. But please, if you need to go home early, please, please do. I know you don’t like it when everyone starts to get pissed.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong there. The easy way out was like a weighted security blanket around your shoulders. A sense of grounding that you hadn’t realised you needed. Of course, Jee-Won noticed. Jee-Won, for all of her flaws, was a good friend. One that you wouldn’t replace for the world.

“Curse you and your eternal wisdom,” you said and laughed. Then in a quieter voice added, “And I will.”

A muffled snap could be heard from the other end. “I know what will help.” Oh dear. “Getting our hair done together!”

You supposed that the night was never destined to start on schedule; who knew that it would begin during your ramen?

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“Uh, Jee-Won I hate to burst your bubble but I think we’re in the wrong place. This looks like someone’s house, not somewhere where we can get our hair done.”

“We are very much in the right place, my beautiful sunchild.”

Your face twisted in immediate distaste. Sunchild?

You repeated it silently to Ji-Ah behind Jee-Won’s back and she mirrored your baffled expression. That certainly was a new one.

Both of you turned to look at the building that was allegedly where you’d be getting your hairstyles for tonight. You didn’t necessarily see why Jee-Won had put so much emphasis on your hair in general, let alone praise this place to buggery and ultimately drag you two there against your will. Heck, you’d have been happy curling your hair or simply braiding it so at least it differed from your typical style.

This place was huge. When she had said hair stylist, you expected a dainty little corner shop surrounded by similar establishments relatively close to ‘Life Rose On’. Everything was around there. The mansion that you beheld in front of you was on a whole new level.

Never in your life had you seen a building like this, forget anything else. It was a truly impressive piece of architecture; there seemed to be multiple layers to the mansion and different areas with varying spires and towers.

The three of you stood on the entrance balcony. Beams of a rich brown supported the canopied roof and each were delicately hugged by the richest, healthiest clematis you’d ever had the honour of seeing in your life. Jung-Hee’s abilities to nurture plants was impressive but the owner of this fantastical building had powers akin to the Gods. Each beam seemed complimentary to the gold-lined, rectangular windows that were on either side of the main oak door, and the patterns on them made that of an intricate hourglass - one half stained a deep black and the other a blinding white, slowly being tainted by the darkness. Or at least, that’s how you saw it. Perhaps ‘The Hidden War Within’ was turning you into more of a poet than you thought.

Removing yourself from the balcony temporarily, you strained your neck to ogle at the rest of the building. The roof the balcony on the ground floor was seemingly the foundations of the first floor as you saw that a set of glossy black rocking chairs and a dazzling coffee table sat atop it. This time, blood red roses wrapped around the fence bordering that area and worked as a nice contrast to the lighter purple of the clematis.

Of what you’d processed of the building so far, it was a double-layered abode with a relatively square shape. Then you looked to the right and it was more reminiscent of a castle than anything else for a circular tower merged into the rest of the building and had a spire at the top of it. It reminded you of a fairytale you read as a child.

Beyond that, there were two further layers to the house. Each topped with the traditional Korean dancheong roof, the building truly was like something out of a novel.

Quite peculiarly, there seemed to be… trees? Growing from some of the open windows? The picture it painted was exquisite but you wondered with unrestrained curiosity how on Earth the owner managed to achieve such a thing.

You’d have to tell Jung-Hee all about this mystical house next time you saw her. The fact that the mansion itself was well out of the way of the main road and surrounded by an incandescent forest was just feeding your slowly spiralling feelings of awe.

As Ji-Ah and Jee-Won bickered by the front door, you took your sweet time to observe every sheltered nook and every single captivating cranny of the house’s exterior… when you caught a glimpse of something in the tower window. Squinting your eyes, they promptly widened once more when you realised it was a someone and not a something.

Just as quickly as they’d come, they had disappeared. You blinked rapidly, trying in vain to see if you could catch a glimpse of the dark figure in the window.

From what little you had seen, whoever it was was male and looked relatively tall. His face was wholly covered by the shadow the lighting gave him but you could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of a smile.

A shiver ran down your spine and you shook your head to recompose yourself. The day was catching up to you - getting to your head. You needed to breathe and stay grounded rather than let your head wander, especially in a place as isolated as this.

You were just about to go towards Ji-Ah and Jee-Won when something wet hit your nose. At first, the shock made you freeze momentarily but reaching up to touch the droplet you found it was only rain. Then, a booming clap echoed through the forest and then the rain began to pour down with a vengeance.

Running for the balcony, you avoided trampling the delicate pathway the owner had laid out. Ji-Ah and Jee-Won looked as though they were struggling to hold back their laughs and you raised a soaking finger at them.

“Listen-”

“Oh, you must be freezing!” A kind voice said from behind the two of them. All three of you looked at the mystery voice immediately and the breath left your lungs for the third time that day. “Please, do come in,” he said and gestured for you all to follow him through the front door.

The man must’ve been a God because the urge to drop to your knees and worship him with everything you had was suffocating.

His hair was the first thing you noticed about him; silky raven locks lay gracefully across his forehead and framed his face perfectly, like a dark angel. You hadn’t had ample time to examine (appreciate) his face before he turned around but you saw his outfit.

Long, dark tailored trousers hugged his legs. Flaring off towards his feet, you saw that the man wore glossy black heeled boots that only added to his intimidating aura. There was something so divine about a man confident in his appearance and this man was an example, not an exception.

Embracing his torso was something akin to a black waistcoat except there were no sleeves nor were there any shoulder coverings; it came up to his chest and gave way to a bright white blouse whose sleeves hung from his muscular arms like decorations and a button up collar that gave the man an impression of elevated status. The cherry on top of the cake was the brief glimpse of an expensive silver necklace you noticed decorated his neck.

You could basically hear the wealth and power screaming from his form as you followed dutifully behind him and through the mansion’s winding halls. Nothing around you was being processed, your attention wholly centered on the man you trailed behind.

“You’ll catch flies if you don’t shut your mouth,” Ji-Ah’s smug voice said. Your attention was immediately directed at her, scandalised that she’d say something like that as loudly as she did.

An inquisitive hum was heard from in front of you and your knees nearly buckled when seeing his face for the first time.

(Perfect, chiselled jawline. Perfect, sharp nose. Perfect, full lips. Perfect, piercing boba eyes and, undeniably, one of the most handsome faces you’ve ever seen.)

One of his eyebrows were raised in question but lowered once he saw the two of you. “Ah, the architecture is rather impressive, isn’t it? This was built by my great, great grandfather during the nineteenth century.”

Letting out a subtle breath of relief at his misunderstanding, you subtly nudged Ji-Ah’s side with your elbow. She almost landed you in one of the most humiliating experiences of your life. You never would have forgiven her if he’d picked up on why your jaw was actually dropped.

“Forgive me, I never did introduce myself,” he turned once more and bowed deeply. He straightened and made eye contact with you.

Perhaps you were delusional. Perhaps you were just seeing what you wanted to see. But the way he was looking at you made you feel like he was picking apart the very linings of your soul.

“My name is Park Seonghwa, but you may call me Seonghwa.”

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Eventually, Seonghwa led the three of you to what looked like a dining room.

The walls altered between pink and white marble with streaks of gold complimenting the foundation colour. There were old sconces laid evenly across the walls of the gigantic room and they all lit up a long table, the key feature of the room. An impressive chandelier dangled from the ceiling and the scarce rays of light bounced off of it in a faint imitation of falling stars.

What truly caught your attention was the painting on the opposite side of the room. It covered the entire wall; black and white paint entwining with each other to give the picture frame a misty effect and the same hourglass patterns from the windows lay in each corner of the frame.

Nine people were in the painting. Eight men and one woman. Each man wore an outfit straight from a fantasy novel, completely covered in black clothing. Some donned a cloak, others were clad in onyx medieval armour and one with a crown made entirely of black metal and dangerously glinting gemstones. Quite fascinatingly, the one with his hand on the girl’s shoulder wore a dark half skirt and black trousers that were connected to a torso of gold, floral patterns dusting a glossy tunic.

In a certain light, it looked as though their eyes were following your slow movements around the space but you disregarded that thought as soon as it entered your head.

The girl, on the other hand, well… the resemblance she bore to you was uncanny. She lay across the floor in front of the eight men and wore a white dress that could only be described as having the consistency of a cloud.

“Hey, that’s kind of freaky,” Jee-Won said from behind you. She was also looking at the painting and was alternating her gaze from the painting girl and your face.

“Jee-Won, don’t be rude,” Ji-Ah scolded from her side.

“I am not being rude, I’m making an observation.” “Could you try and be more polite about it next time then, please?” Ji-Ah returned, equally as sassy as Jee-Won had been.

You shook your head fondly at them. Since becoming a trio, it had been a constant battle between the two of which was right and which was wrong. Ji-Ah had a better understanding of social situations and standards whereas Jee-Won’s unfiltered opinions were something that both benefited her and were to her detriment - like right now.

Seonghwa entered your peripheral and placed a calming hand on each of your friends’ shoulders. “Now, now, there’s no need to argue, is there?” There was a power in his words that had the girls quieting down instantly. You were surprised at the look of sheer embarrassment that was on their faces; and you thought you were bad.

Seonghwa gave them each a pleased hum and crooked a pointy, gloved finger for you all to follow him. He sat down on a cream-coloured chaise longue, posture entirely straight, and patted the seat next to him as he made direct eye contact with you.

You gulped but did as he wished. Tension rendered your body immovable and prolonged eye contact was impossible.

Contrary to Yunho and Yeosang, Seonghwa had an effortless motherly energy to him and a deep part of you didn’t want to risk tarnishing that with any hesitance or inclination to disdain. Because you were very much not disdainful of Seonghwa, the exact opposite actually.

Watching as Ji-Ah and Jee-Won sat down on the two individual lounge chairs opposite you two, you remembered that you’d all come here to get your hair done. Nothing in this mansion seemed equipped to give you those services nor did you think that you’d have enough time between now - 18:40 - and when you had to be at the night club - 20:00.

Seonghwa might look like a miracle but you doubt he could perform them.

A clap and all three of you snapped to look at him. He held his entwined hands to his chest and smiled softly at you all.

“Firstly, I would like to welcome you to my home. I trust you’ll respect it as it will you during your time here.” The three of you nodded.

“Excellent. Now, I understand each of you are here to have your beautiful hair styled to perfection for the birthday girl’s night out,” he gave you a wink and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. “Unfortunately, due to the late hour, my… colleagues will be taking two of you whilst I give my undivided attention to another.” You all seemed to have a silent conversation with each other. His words and logic made sense but his implication that you would all be separated had you grimacing mildly. There wasn’t an issue, you were all grown women - you’d just thought that you could enjoy each others’ presence before the night out when you’d be swarmed by drunkards and junkies. Much fun.

The conspirational smile he gabe you all made you aware that he was privy to your mild displeasure. “My sincerest apologies, ladies. I simply wish to maximise time and efforts.”

“It’s no trouble at all, thank you so much for even accepting us in on such short notice. You’re a lifesaver,” Jee-Won practically gushed. You raised your brow, short notice, huh? She’s acting as though she hasn’t had this planned for the better part of a week (you’d overheard her and Ji-Ah talking).

Seonghwa raised a hand. “No need to thank us. We’re always happy to help, aren’t we, Yongbokie-dear?”

A short man with pretty silver hair entered the room. He looked young, only mildly younger than you. “Of course, we are.” His deep voice contrasted his innocent features, much like Yeosang’s had but to a milder degree. He met Seonghwa’s eyes, “We’re ready now, Seonghwa-hyung.”

“Have the three of you decided who will stay with me?” Seonghwa questioned, looking rather intensely at you.

You got so caught up in his eyes that you nearly missed Ji-Ah’s comment. “Jee-Won and I will leave you two to it. Thank you again, Seonghwa-ssi.” The look of unbridled horror on your face caused her to stifle a laugh and you prayed to whatever god was listening that Seonghwa didn’t pick up on it.

Seonghwa merely smiled in goodbye as they followed Yongbok out of the room… leaving you alone with a man who compromised your ability to talk.

Being alone with Seonghwa was worse than being alone with Yunho or Yeosang. You didn’t know why but you genuinely felt as though words were beyond you right now.

As though approaching a frightened deer, he extended his hand slowly for you to take. Your eyes darted rapidly from his own and his hand, struggling to comprehend what he was asking of you, why you were reacting like this and just what was going to happen now.

“Shall we, darling?” Is it possible to melt into the floor? Because that’s how his voice made you feel.

With a new found determination, you took his hand and allowed him to bring you over to a window seat you hadn’t noticed on your way in. Lengthy, silk curtains obstructed it from the dining room’s view but once Seonghwa guided you through them, it was like being embraced by shadows.

Very little light penetrated the area for the curtains were dark enough to block the sconces from the dining room and where a window should have been there was only dark marble.

Seonghwa gently sat you down on a chair in the centre of the area. You remained as silent as he while he rummaged through whatever was behind you.

Despite how many times you reflected on the whirlwind that was today, you still couldn’t completely comprehend any of the turns it had taken.

An hour glass was placed on a previously unseen table in front of you and you jumped at the unexpected movement. Dark sand dominated the most of it and only a slither of white sand sat atop it. It seemed to be some form of bioilluminescant sand as it was glowing in the darkness. How, you did not know. You didn’t question it though, it was beautiful.

“Seonghwa-ssi? Excuse me if this is rude but I was wondering how you were going to style my hair in this lighting?” Your meek voice permeated the blanket of silence that had settled over you two.

His rummaging halted momentarily as he chuckled lowly. “Not rude at all, little one. A perfectly sound question.” You jumped slightly when you felt his hands in your hair, removing any accessories you had in and detangling the biggest knots. “I work better in the darkness, you see. I find home in its existence and security in its embrace.”

Your gaze remained fixed on the hourglass in front of you as you absorbed his words. You couldn’t understand how anyone could prefer the darkness to the light. The darkness was stifling and clung to you like a parasite, always had done, always will do. The hourglass was a direct representation of that; it was practically crushing the white sand and reducing it to the thinnest grains possible all in order to rid its presence entirely.

Seonghwa began to part your hair, separating the top of your hair from the bottom. “What do you think of the darkness, dear?” He asked, and you could sense the genuine curiosity behind his words.

“I don’t dislike it. I just prefer the light,” your words gained a few ounces of strength with every sentence you spoke. It shouldn’t be as substantial as it was but having been rendered speechless so many times today, the ability to talk was relieving to have once more.

“How fascinating,” he whispered. Both hands were focused on the top half of your hair now; you felt two pieces of hair tickle your cheeks in what you assumed was him using them to structure your face. He parted your hair down the middle once more except this time it felt as though he was going to braid them. Going off of that assumption, you followed his hand movements as best as you could without actually seeing them as he begun to manoeuvre the right side of your hair.

“If I may ask, why do you prefer it?”

It was a good question. The answer was as natural as breathing. “It’s… safe. It’s hope, it gives everything life and through that gives them happiness.”

His hands finished the plait he was working on and he rested them tactfully on each side of your head, gently stroking the soft locks as he thought of an answer. “Wouldn’t you agree that without the darkness, there is no light? Similar to without death, there would be no life?”

You hummed, digesting his words. Secretly, you were rather entertained by this turn in conversation. It was very reminiscent of ‘The Hidden War Within’ with the discussion of dark and light and their codependency on each other to survive but also how they consistently defy the other’s existence.

You started off slowly, choosing your words. “Alright, well… take a flower, it is inevitable that they will fall to the darkness and death that swallows it. But there’s always a light that shines down on it and through that light there will be a new bud that will be protected and nurtured by the light until the darkness once again claims that life.”

The white sand seemed to glow brighter all of a sudden and you paused in your words. How ironic.

“Finish what you were saying, dear. I am enjoying this immensely.” The sand dimmed and you found your head tilting at its loss.

“Right, um. I think through the existence of light, darkness must consequently exist too. They need each other to balance the other out, that’s simply the way of the world. Too much of one thing - like overpopulation or war - can have a detrimental effect on that balance and that’s why the world is in so much discord today. Because that balance hasn’t existed for a long time. So to answer your question,” you could feel how your gaze was glued to the hourglass.

For reasons you couldn’t explain, it was magnetic and you were hopeless to resist its pull. The more you spoke, the more the sand looked fluid; it began to twist and weave through and around one another until it mirrored the universe, stars filling in its vastness and only reminding it of its mortality. It was morbidly beautiful.

“I believe that without the darkness there would be no light. And I believe that, somewhere, there is a place where light and darkness meet and the distinction between good and evil is no more because there is only existence where morals and nature don’t have a sway.”

You reached for the hourglass and turned it over, watching as the sand glided across itself. Nature’s river, caught in a glass prison. “That is how we will find true peace. When war is over, when selflessness works alongside selfishness, when the line between love and hate isn’t so thin after all and instead becomes one.”

Seonghwa had finished styling your hair minutes ago. He simply stood behind you, hands gently caressing your locks of hair as he listened intently. Even after you finished, slightly breathless, he remained silent as though taking in every last one of your words to heart and committing them to his memory.

The curtain was ripped open and light spilled in the dark space you’d settled into. Inquisitively, you turned to look at him and your mouth dropped when you saw there were tears in his eyes.

“Oh, my - are you alright?”

He burst into sobs, and hid his head in his hands as collapsed onto the chaise longue from earlier. You stood frozen, completely baffled at the turn of events and even more reluctant to approach him since you were sure you had caused it.

“Seonghwa-ssi, I am so sorry. I really-” “No,” he raised his hand, stopping your apologies before they became ceaseless. He seemed to be struggling to compose himself if his long, deep breaths were anything to go by.

You stood, fiddling with the hourglass absentmindedly as you waited tensely for him to make the next move.

Seonghwa took one final deep breath and stood on shaky legs. He began walking over to you with such intent you stumbled back slightly. Before you realised what was happening, he grabbed your face in his hands - his teary eyes meeting your wide ones. “You… are perfect.”

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sosappyjoos · 1 year

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hiiii!🥺

Can i request something for Yunho since it´s his birthday?

sumn along the lines of orgasm denial+overstimulation+dirty talk maybe?

Feel free to say no and i hope you have a nice day/night <3

Absolutely! I ofc have to write a piece for my precious Yunho's birthday🥺 This was pretty fun to write, and so I hope you enjoy it, and have a nice day/night celebrating Yunho's birthday too.

Birthday Boy- Jeong Yunho

↳Pairing : Jeong Yunho x f!reader

Warnings: MDNI! smut, making out, oral sex, (both m. and f. recieving), throatfucking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, tears, pet names (present, birthday boy, baby,) slight fingering, Yunho loves dirty talk once things get started, Yeosang, San Hongjoong and Seongwa are briefly in the beginning of the story, safe sex (wrap it up, everyone), brief mention of tears.

Word count: 2,576

Summary: After going to Yunho's house after a fun night out at the club, you help him have the best birthday of his entire life.

A/N: pls reblog! It helps a lot. Also this is NOT a part two to Good Kisser. I am working on that though;) but this is a post for Yunho's birthday! Be sure to go on any social media platform you have and wishing him a happy birthday, if not, just wish it in your heart :D

Yunho took another gulp of his drink as he watched you from afar. You were having the time of your life, dancing to the loud bass with everyone else in the club. You were dancing with San, Yeosang and Hongjoong, all of them all also having fun with some of the girls around you all of course.

Seonghwa sat down next to Yunho at the bar, with a knowing look. “Are you finally going to make a move?”

Yunho tore his eyes away from you, now looking at Seonghwa. “Hm? What do you mean?” he asked.

“Don’t lie. Anyone here could clearly see you eye-fucking Y/N,” Seonghwa chuckling, grabbing the drink out of Yunho’s hand. “It’s about damn time you get out there and dance with her, make your move.”

“We’re just friends,” Yunho shook his head.

“Yunho, the tension between you and Y/N has been absolutely unbearable for everyone else. You better make your move on her before any of the other guys get sick of waiting, or even worse, she gets sick of waiting,” Seonghwa, now pushed Yunho towards the dancing crowd, and Yunho gulped, mentally preparing to dance with you. Yunho finally made his way through the crowd of people, San slapped his hand on Yunho’s shoulder, happy to see him out here on the dance floor. Yunho finally was behind you. Thankfully he didn’t have to awkwardly tap on your shoulder, since you looked over your shoulder for a moment. Your face brightened when you saw him, spinning around.

“So, the birthday Boy finally decided to join,” she yelled. Yunho smiled. She placed her hands over Yunho’s shoulders, having to reach since his figure was so tall. He placed his hands right at your waists as you both swayed and bounced along with everyone else to the booming music. You looked up every now and then letting out small giggles, making Yunho smile and shrug shyly. You had enough of the stale simple flirting and decided to spin around now, grinding against his crotch. Yunho stuck his tongue in his cheek at the move, and once again held your hips, letting himself also grind on him. You leaned back into him, swaying together to the beat. Finally Yunho leaned down to your ear. “Do you want to go to my place?” He yelled loud enough for only you to hear.

You spun back around to him, a glint in your eyes. “Yunho, I fucking thought you’d never ask.”

Yunho’s smile widened, he took your hand, and guided you through the crowd, leaving the club.

Hongjoong, Yeosang and San all found their way to Seonghwa at the bar, watching you and Yunho leave. “It’s about fucking time,” Hongjoong mumbled, taking a sip from his drink. The rest of the boys chuckled, shaking their own heads.

Yunho opened his door for you, letting you inside the dim apartment. He led you to the kitchen. You took off the coat you were wearing, and placed it on the chair you sat down in. Yunho also took off his jacket, throwing it on the couch before going to his wine cabinet. He pulled out a bottle that looked expensive, but you weren’t really paying attention. You just watched his hands as he popped open the bottle, pouring the red liquid into two wine glasses. He brought them over, placing one in front of you, before sitting across from you. You gave him a short “thank you” before taking a sip of the wine. He did the same, savoring the taste. “Have you enjoyed your day then?” You asked him, trying to kill the silence.

He nodded. “I have. It’s been… nice.”

You sighed, as he once again missed a perfectly good shot to say something cheeky. So you decided to do it for him. “I know what would make it a lot better,” you said, standing from your seat, sitting now on the table in front of him, seductively. You stuck your chest out, making your dress seem like it was bursting at the seams. Yunho looked for a moment, before shyly looking up at your eyes.

“And what would that be?” he finally asked.

You took the wine glass from his hands, placing it behind you. You then laid your arm over his shoulder, leaning closer to him. “I think it’s about time you grew a pair of fucking balls and fucked me like the big boy you are now.”

As you finished your sentence, Yunho finally stood from his seat, pulling you close to him as he kissed you deeply and fast paced. You quickly cooperated with the kiss, hungry for his attention and touch. He now stood between your legs, while you still sat on the table. His hands caressed your body, desperate to feel every inch of you. You quickly tugged at his shirt, anxious to get it off. He helped, pulling the shirt over his head. You didn’t waste any time, once again feeling his chest, and the hint of muscle definition there. He was perfect. You hastily pulled him at the neck to kiss you again. He kissed you hard, sticking his tongue into your mouth, and you let him enter easily. He separated from the kiss with a small smirk on his lips.

“A bit hasty, are we?”

“Yunho, I’ve waited way too long for this to go slow.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be fucking you out tonight. I don’t mind taking my time,” he teased. You rolled your eyes, kissing him again. His hand, tickled your side, as he began to bunch up your dress at your waist, he finally pulled the dress over your head, admiring your lingerie you were wearing. You couldn’t help but blush a little bit under his stairs, and his touch wandering over your body. “You look perfect for me to fuck you tonight Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Quite the dirty mouth you got there Yunho,” you smirked, trying to alleviate your slight discomfort.

“What? I can’t admire my little birthday present’s wrapping?” he said, letting his hands travel the insides of your thighs. You let out a small breath at the touch. He couldn’t help the smug expression that spread on his face at your reaction. His hands continued running up your legs, his thumb brushing your visibly wet panties. He kissed your neck, sucking hard at the skin, making you wince. He wanted to leave a few marks on his little present to let you and others know you were his present. He trailed kisses from your neck, through the line of your breasts, lingering a bit at the soft skin. He used one of his hands to reach behind you, unclasping your bra. He admired your breasts, kissing the nipple before sucking it. “Your nipples even know you want me,” he smirked at how your nipples perked at his touch. He sucked harshly on one of your tits, before releasing with a loud “pop.” He smirked at the small moan you let out. “Look what a fucking slut you are for me tonight.”

“Only for the birthday boy,” you affirmed, smiling at him. He now squatted down, level with your panty covered pussy. He quickly took the ruined panties off your legs, and you gave a light gasp at the sudden contact of the cool air.

Yunho let his finger drag down your folds, as you sat on the edge of the table, anxious for more of his touch. “Patience. You’re supposed to wait for the Birthday Boy,” he said, giving a slight slap to your leg, making you cry out. He once again let his finger drag down your folds, before letting one of his fingers slip inside you. You let out a loud moan at the motion. He pumped you once before adding a second finger. You bit your lip, well pleased by the feeling. He then licked a stripe, starting from where his fingers were, up to your clit. You let out another moan, and then gasped as he began to suck at your pussy at his fingers. Your hips rolled at his fingers and tongue.

“Fuck, Yunho. That feels so good,” you moaned. Then he curled his fingers a bit, pressing at your g-spot. You let out a strangled yell at the feeling. “Oh shit. Right there, Yunho. RIght there!” You exclaimed, your fingers now intertwining in his hair. Your hips pushed you closer into his mouth, and fingers, anxious to feel your release as your orgasm began to build. You pulled on his hair, throwing your head back. “I’m gonna cum,” you breathed, squeezing your eyes as you were right there. But suddenly Yunho took his fingers out, and moved his face away from you. You let out a gasp, as you felt your orgasm just dissipate. You looked at Yunho, your brows furrowed.

“You don’t get to cum that easy, present,” he smirked. He helped you off the table as you pouted. He led you to his bedroom. “I want my little present to do its job,” Yunho said, sitting down on his bed. You hid a smile at his cheeky comments now.

“You never say shit like that,” you chuckled.

“I was saving it for when you finally were mine,” he smirked. You shook your head, sitting down between his legs. You squeezed the bulge in his pants, making him groan and roll his neck at the slight relief of finally being touched. While you continued to grope his dick through his clothing, you began to undo the button and zipper of his pants. You swiftly pulled down his pants and were able to see more clearly the outline of his dick in his boxers. He was absolutely massive. Even better, his girth was perfect, and you were so excited to have it in you tonight. You leaned down to suck at the clothed dick, looking up to Yunho. You both made eye-contact and your sparkling doe eyes made his dick harden a little bit more. He groaned from your wet mouth over his underwear, his mouth falling open a bit. You now pulled down his underwear and grabbed his dick in your hand. You admired the red tip, before giving it an excruciatingly slow lick. You giggled at his light whimper. You then licked it from the base up to the tip, before wrapping your lips around the tip. Yunho groaned, throwing his head back as you began to take more of his dick in your mouth. You then began to bob your head, up and down, making sure to drag your tongue along the vein on the bottom of his cock. He began to groan at the same rate your head was moving. He intertwined his fingers in your hair, making you moan.

The vibrations made Yunho’s eyebrows furrow. His hand on your head, began to push you to go at a faster pace. “Keep going baby, I’m gonna cum down your throat,” he growled, his low voice making your pussy wet all over again. He held your head with his other hand too now, controlling the pace of your head. His cock was now hitting your throat, and you fought your gag reflex, looking up at him again. He sped up the pace, breathing heavily, his release so close. Finally, he pushed your head all the way, your nose brushing against his stomach as his cum filled your throat and mouth. He finally released your head, and you quickly swallowed everything before gasping for air. He held your cheeks. “Open, so I can see,” he demanded. You quickly did, showing him how you swallowed his salty seed. “Good girl. You liked that, didn’t you?”

You only nodded, still catching your breath. Getting throatfucked by Yunho was a delusion you’d had many times before, but actually experiencing it was something else entirely. He then stood up, picking you up and guiding you onto the bed. His dick was still hard to your shock, as you watched him walk to his dresser, pulling out a condom. “You ready to cum on my dick tonight?” Yunho asked, rolling the condom down his dick.

“I’ve been waiting to cum all night, Yunho. Now hurry up and fuck me,” you teased, pulling him by the hand towards you. You laid down comfortably on his bed as he hovered over you.

“I’m not going easy on you, understand?” he said, lining his dick up with you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Birthday Boy,” you shot back. At your response he quickly shoved his dick inside you, making you gasp.

“Good,” he smirked, before pulling in and out at a quick pace already. You hummed in delight as his dick stretched you in the best way possible. “You feel so good for me,” he grunted, as his hips snapped in and out of you at such a quick pace. Fast and hard, just like how you liked it.

“You’re so fucking big,” you moaned, grabbing at his bed sheets. He lifted your legs up, throwing them over his shoulders. Soon enough you were close to cumming from his quick pace. “Yunho, I’m cumming soon.”

“You’re already cumming, huh?” He teased. You quickly grabbed onto his arms, your moans speeding up as your release was so close. Finally, your long awaited orgasm washed over you, and You let out a groan, your body shaking a bit. Yunho’s pace continued, except now, he dropped your legs, and used his hand to now rub your clit. You began to wince and whimper as he played with your sensitivity. Your body jolted occasionally from the overstimulation. You bit your lip as tears pricked your eyes uncontrollably. But you absolutely loved it, and the way Yunho’s eyes squinted, his jaw slacking as his own release began to approach. His grunts began to get louder. “I’m getting close,” he told you between breaths. You nodded, and let out a sigh as he finally stopped rubbing your clit, relief washing over you.

“Shit,” he moaned, pulling out of you, taking the condom off and letting himself cum on your stomach, his mouth falling open at the feeling. After he finished completely, you wiped a bit of the cum off your stomach with your finger, sticking it in your mouth as you began to sit up. He smiled, quickly grabbing some tissues. He squatted down beside you, helping to clean you up. He looked up to you with a warm smile, and you smiled back down at him. He wiped away the tears that you still had on your face, before he pulled down his sheets, helping you inside his bed. He threw away the tissues, and turned off the lights before he slipped inside the bed with you, pulling you close.

“How was your birthday now?” you asked, smiling knowingly.

“Absolutely amazing,” he chuckled. He hesitated a moment before saying, “But, what would really make it the best ever is if you agreed to be my girlfriend.”

You sat up a bit, now looking at him. “More than being asked to actually come home with you, I was worried you’d never ask me to be your girlfriend,” you laughed. He also laughed with you, covering his face with an embarrassed grown. You snuggled up to him once again. “Yunho, it would be an actual dream come true to be your girlfriend.” He leaned down kissing your lips, sealing the deal. “Goodnight Birthday Boy.”

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soft-teddybear · 11 months

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ateez - s/o surprise them on tour

genre: fluff

cw: none

summary: ateez members’ s/o surprises them while they are on tour. big manager participation.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction made for entertainment and from my point of view.

members under the cut.

seonghwa likes to have everything planned on time, so he asked you some weeks before in you could and wanted to go to tour worth him, giving you plenty of time to think and organice. sadly, you couldn’t start tour with him, being the few first weeks of tour the finals of your semester. so leaving the country was not really an option for you, but you really wanted to go, but you didn’t wanted to get hwa exited and then tell him no again, so talks with the manager started.

he was really good at explaining the schedule and helping you plan your mid tour arrival. he staged up a surprise brunch for seonghwa and you, were you would arrive a few minutes earlier to surprise him there. you helped picking up the restaurant but it was way prettier in person. not as pretty as seonghwa’s smile when he saw you there, sitting in the table eating anxiously for him, it was the best day on tour and he was so happy he could finish it with you.

hongjoong made sure you knew that if you wanted to go to tour with him it was okey, but he didn’t wanted to pressure you into going. at the beginning it seemed to you that he really didn’t wanted you there because he didn’t sounded exited but a deep talk with his members made you realise he wanted you there but he was too shy to openly tell you and there was another thing: his birthday on tour date.

so you started planning a surprise for him, meeting him at the airport on his birthday and spend the most of the time you could with him. you and his manager planned all together to make sure you both meet in a safe place. and when the day arrived you were super exited and anxious because there was no plan b, but everything turned all right, hongjoong was the happiest boy when he saw you and when you wished him happy birthday and even happier when he found out the date you planned for after the concert.

yunho was feeling more clingy than usual and he really didn’t wanted to let you go, alone, because he was going for tour but he didn’t had many options either. he didn’t wanted to invite you because he wasn’t really sure about your schedule and he didn’t wanted to bother. so it was your time to invite yourself. you talked a lot with the manager, checks their dates, compare them to yours until you found the perfect day and place to meet him.

he really didn’t had a clue, for him it was a normal day, work and nothing more. until he arrived to his hotel room and found some luggage that wasn’t his there. yunho was about to call reception to fix the problem until you got into the room, surprising each other in the process. he arrived earlier and you weren’t supposed to be there. safe to say he was super happy after the initial shock passed and you explained everything.

yeosang was too shy to invite you, so his members did it for him. you all noticed how he was feeling low and a bit unmotivated lately so you decided that a surprise mid tour would hype him up (and would allow you to match it to your vacations). it took you some time to perfectly plan everything, not wanting to leave anything to luck. you and the members planned that the best time might be after the concert while having dinner that way he won’t be distracted during the concert and you could hype his mood if he was feeling particularly low.

when the day came you were so anxious you couldn’t sleep, wondering how you made it so far but it was all for Yeo and it was worth it. his reaction was everything for you. the other members let you had dinner together to catch up for the time you were apart, but the best part was the cuddles that came after the dinner. finally sleeping after a long day and on his arms was everything you needed and more.

san didn’t wanted to be annoying but he also really wanted you to go with him, even for a few weeks. he wanted you to meet all those places he went too and for you to see him on stage as much as you could, but the moment you told him no it was no and he didn’t push it too much. what he didn’t knew was that you wanted to go but you wanted to plan it yourself, it made you more comfortable.

so he left with our knowing you planned to meet him half way there, with a feeling or being in control of your trip. he called you everyday after the shows, but one day you didn’t answered and he panicked a bit. he tried to calm himself down but he wasn’t fully calmed until he saw you on his hotel room and you explained why you didn’t answered (you were in the plane) and then his after concert calls became after concert talks with you, eating good food and cuddling together.

mingi invited you to go on tour with him, but you told him you couldn’t go because you had uni stuff, and he got sad but understood. it turned out you didn’t had uni stuff you just got confused but instead of telling him directly you decided to talk to his manager and see if you could go as a surprise and he said yes. you two planned the trip and surprise for him, buying plane tickets and coordinating dates and the day came, you went to the hotel to relax a bit take some rest and wait for the call of the manager.

said call came, you greeted him on the lobby and then went all the way to mingi’s room taking him his food. you knocked the door feeling extremely nervous and he opened, it took him a bit to process you being there with his food but the big smile on his face was all you needed to realise he loved the surprise and he loves you for flying all the way there just to be with him.

wooyoung is clingy and you know and love it, so when he invited you to go on tour with him it didn’t surprised you as much, but sadly you had stuff to do around the same time so you had to say no. good-bad news came when you were told those things are know for earlier so you had less time to make them but more time to go on tour with your boyfriend. so you talked with the manager and planned the surprise for him.

after telling Wooyoung you weren’t gong on tour with him he made you promise you were going to be at the airport to say goodbye to him, so seeing you there wasn’t a big surprise, the surprise came when he had to pass security and you passed right behind him, plane ticket for the seat next to him in hand. at first he couldn’t believe it, but when he made sure that you were, indeed going on tour with him he could stop hugging you.

jongho made a small comment about you going on tour with him but since he didn’t said it too seriously you didn’t though about it too much. that was until a few days before he left when he started messaging a lot of a stuff about how much he’ll miss you and that’s when you realised that he was just too shy to tell it in person. so it was time to plan a surprise visit in the middle of the tour.

you knew how tiring his work could get so you decided to plan a surprise with his manager, look up in which city he’ll have the most spare time and surprise him there. you arrived the day of the concert, surprising him there, and then spent his free days touring around together. he still wanted to keep most of his relationship private but he still couldn’t hold himself to brag a bit about it with everyone who would listen.

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atinystraynstay · 5 months

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My Favorite Clothes - Jung Wooyoung

Synopsis: The birthday boy gets whatever he wants.

"I love how you dress up for me, darling."

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

Genre: fluff here and there, smut - Minors DNI

Contains: nudity, dirty talk, vaginal penetration (fingering, f receiving) oral (f receiving), biting, light degradation (more so Wooyoung calling you a slut), mentions of edging (f receiving)

Word Count: 3.3k

Note: a little birthday present for all the Wooyoung stans 🖤 happy birthday Wooyoung!

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It was a late Sunday afternoon. The world outside the apartment seemed still, which contrasted with the bustling streets of city streets below. Yet, you were taking every chance to enjoy the peace and quiet, especially before Wooyoung woke up.

Last night, the member decided to treat Wooyoung for his birthday. They threw a small party at the company building before taking him for a round of drinks. Wooyoung, of course, made sure you came. Not only because it was his birthday celebration, but because he would not have a good time if you weren't there right beside him.

You tried your best to keep up with Mingi and Yeosang when it came drinking. You didn't stand a chance with Wooyoung, considering people were giving him drinks left and right. And Jongho is on a whole other level when it comes to drinking. His tolerance both impressed and scared everyone. Mingi and Yunho at least knew how to keep pace but not overdo it, which you were grateful for.

Throughout the whole night, while Wooyoung was making sure to spend ample time with everyone in attendance, he kept his eyes on you. You were his girl. He wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself. He was grateful that you were close to his members, as he knew they could keep an eye on you. However, he still felt very protective of you especially in a large setting like the nightclub.

Once he had enough of the distance, he pushed himself through the crowd to where you, Mingi, and Yunho were. Sensing the birthday boy's presence, they stepped back. Wooyoung quickly took their spot, making sure to wrap one arm around you to pull you in close.

"You know, it's rude to ignore someone on their birthday," he pouted. "Oh, baby boy, I'm sorry. I figured you would get me all to yourself tonight," you smirked.

You lifted one hand to run through Wooyoung's hair, brushing it out of his face. You could have sworn he let out a soft moan at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. It was one of his weaknesses.

But he easily knew yours. Being so close, he took the opportunity to lean his lips down to your neck. He kissed up gently until his lips found the soft spot on your neck, the point that made you slightly limp in his embrace and press your body against his. He sucked on the spot gently. Wooyoung didn't care who, if anyone, was watching you two. if anything, it helped enforce that you were his girl. All his. And Wooyoung didn't like to share his prizes.

"Mmm you're right, sweetheart. Why don't we head home and get the night started early?"

By the time you and Wooyoung had gotten home, your panties were off and tucked into his pants. His fingertips had your wetness from your pussy coated on his fingers. That was the extent that Wooyoung could bring you before getting you behind closed doors. He would have taken you right then and there, but he was a gentleman after all. He didn't like the idea of the Uber driver getting even a glimpse of what belonged to him. Light teasing in the car was the limit, and that was even pushing it. Thank goodness for the darkness of the evening and being slightly under the influence where he could disregard some of his morals in order to give into his temptations.

You were his biggest temptation of them all.

Flash forward to the present moment. You wearing an oversized, light brown sweater that belonged to Wooyoung. It was the easiest thing you could find to slip on once you woke up. You couldn't help but wonder if you and Wooyoung would move into your own space one day. Or if you would move into his. However, you probably wouldn't give up stealing his clothes even then.

When you had gotten up, Wooyoung was still asleep. He looked so peaceful asleep. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took. You weren't unaware of how atinys and his members view Wooyoung. He was a ball of energy. You just felt blessed to get to experience both sides of him - the calm and collected to the wild child.

You slipped out of the bed, despite its warmth, to make breakfast for Wooyoung. The next week was going to be hectic with ATEEZ's comeback just around the corner. You wanted to do something special for Wooyoung before all his attention and time is in the dance studio or out on promotions. You decided a breakfast in bed was going to be best fit for him.

Wooyoung was awoken by your movement. However, he opted to continue laying in bed rather than waking up right away. She'll be back. Or at least that's what he believed.

After a few minutes of no movement in or around his bedroom, he decided to open his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the brightness of the room. He saw the place where you lied. A smirk found its way onto his lips as he remembered the events of the night before. He loved the way you could only moan for him, only arch your back for him. It was his favorite sight. The only thing wrong with the current moment was the fact you were nowhere to be found.

He huffed in frustration before pushing himself out of bed. He grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants that were disregarded on his bedroom floor. He was thankful he found a partner like you who accepted him and his hectic schedule. For example, he was embarrassed slightly by the clothes thrown around the room after dance practices because he was eager to just crawl back into bed. You didn't hold it against him in the slightest.

It might've been his birthday, but he was going to treat you like the treasure you are to him.

A commotion was heard coming from the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans being moved around. The fridge opens and closes. He had located where you wandered off to. He pulled the sweatpants up to his hips, not bothering to tie them off completely. They'll come off in a matter of time anyway.

He began his descent down to the kitchen. Wooyoung tried being as quiet as possible. While he wasn't quite sure what you were up to, he thought it might be a joy to give you a spook.

However, his plans came to a pause when he walked to the kitchen and caught a glimpse of you. You were bent over, looking at the lower cabinet for the prefect pan. His sweater that you wore did little to keep you covered. He felt himself twitch in his sweatpants at the sight of your bare ass. There was a slight bruise from Wooyoung's spanking. What really got Wooyoung going was when he noticed you wore no panties. She's going to be the death of me.

When you stood up, the sweater stopped just right at your ass. If you moved the right way, you got a glimpse of your ass still. The sweater hung loose on your body. Easy to take off. Perfect. Your hair was still slightly a mess. It was evident though you tried your best to brush through it so it was not as knotted and messy. Wooyoung also took note of the hickies that decorated your neck. Some were a very deep purple while others were a reddish purple. They all symbolized his possession over you. He was determined to be the only man in your life. You were a work of art to him.

Wooyoung noticed you had pulled out eggs. He wasn't sure what you would cook up for him, but he had a hunger for something else. And he needed to act quickly. You weren't a fan of being interrupted when you were about to start a task.

Slowly, he crossed the kitchen towards you. Before you could open the carton of eggs, his arms slipped around you. He heard you gasp softly which caused him to chuckle. He didn't even have to come up with a ploy to spook you when you jumped so easily. Wooyoung pulled you in close, but so that your ass pressed against his boner. "Good morning, princess," he murmured. His lips first pressed innocently to your cheek before starting to kiss back down your neck.

You smiled, biting your lip gently. "Good morning, birthday boy," you whispered. You rolled your hips back gently, pressing your ass further into his boner.

He growled in response. He kept one arm wrapped around you while the other gently moved down to rest on your hip. He gave it a squeeze before letting his hand rest on your thigh. He applied slight pressure to keep you held back against his boner.

"You really want to tease me on my birthday? You think that's a wise idea?" He whispered into your sink. His teeth sunk gently into one of hickies, causing you to gasp again. "Didn't even start with this morning. It started with last night. Isn't that right, y/n?" His fingertips ghosted over your bare thighs. You wanted so desperately to squeeze your legs together, give some friction to your needy pussy, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. This was Wooyoung'd day, and he was going to play the way he wanted to. His fingertips gently brushed where the hem of the sweater fell. He kept his lips close to the shell of my ear, constantly causing my goosebumps to rise. "It started last night when you wore that little black dress you wore last night. I just wanted to rip it off of you so badly." You knew exactly what that dress did to him. You wore it once before on a date night a few months back. It was a mini black dress that fit you like a glove. Truly, you felt on top of the world the moment you slipped it on. It had sheer sleeves that stopped at your wrist which defined your arms. "You looked like a present just for me but you decided to show it off to everyone else. That outfit is for my eyes only," he growled.

"I love how you dress up for me, darling, but I also love how you dress down. You always know how to capture my attention.": He was showing his soft side. This was unlike Wooyoung. We've explored softer sex at the beginning of our relationship. The more we got comfortable with one another, the more rougher side began to show itself. Especially when I begged him to be rougher, promising that he wouldn't break me.

His touch moved up underneath your sweater until he rested on your stomach. His fingertips ran along your skin, tracing little patterns. He was so infatuated with just the touch of you. Your soft skin felt comforting to him, especially on the most stressful of days. You often found him creating little designs on your thighs, your back, your arm - anywhere he could touch. You helped ground him when he felt like he was going to break. You were his safe space. "And now I come down here to see you wearing my favorite sweater? The one that can barely cover your body? You're such a little tease." "What are you going to do about it, baby?" Wooyoung was unfazed by you trying to taunt him. Honestly, it was welcomed by him. He loved a challenge.

He spun you around until you faced him. With ease, he bent down to lift you up so your legs wrapped around his torso. He placed his hands underneath your ass before walking towards the kitchen table. On his walk over, he smacked your ass which cause you to jump and let out a soft moan. A lump formed in your throat as you looked down at him. Maybe you took it too far? Yet, you could see the playful glint in his eyes which indicated he was enjoying this.

Once he reached the kitchen table, he placed you on the wooden surface. You hissed gently from the contact with the cold surface, especially against your heated ass cheek. From last night to just a moment ago, your ass was paying the price.

"You know, sweet girl, your behavior right now means I need to punish you. But, it's my birthday and I'm feeling rather generous. What were you doing down here so early that you left me up in bed all by myself?" "I was going to make you breakfast in bed, then lay around with you for the rest of the day." "Well, I am hungry, but there is just one thing that is on my mind right now."

Without saying anything else, he moved his hands up to your hips. His fingertips gently dug into your skin before he moved your body, so your ass was right on the edge. Your heart trembled with excitement as you stared at him in awe.

Wooyoung sunk down to his knees in front of you. He placed both hands down on your knees, pushing them apart. The sweater naturally rose above your hips from the movement. His thumbs gently caressed the skin of your knees. He wanted you to know he still cared for you even if he tended to be rougher. He pushed your legs enough so your pussy was fully exposed to him. You could have sworn he groaned at the sight.

"You were expecting this, huh? You're dripping. Last night wasn't enough for you? Such a dirty, slutty girl. And all mine."

From the cool air in the dining room, you couldn't deny it. Getting to wake up next to Wooyoung was such a treat. You got to be the one in his arms throughout the night and wake up to his gorgeous face the next morning. It also benefitted the fact you could have him all to yourself whenever you want. He was yours. How could you not lust over him? Especially when the memories of the night before replay in your mind.

He moved your legs so he rested on his shoulders. He wanted nothing to get in the way of him enjoying his favorite meal of the day. His tongue darted out. Slowly, he leaned forward to trace light circles around your clit. You moaned but also whined at the teasing.

His eyes immediately shot up towards you in a hard glare. You were walking a tight rope with him. His teeth gently nipped at your clit which caused your head to throw back. Your grip on the edge of the table tightened as your legs did so around his head. Wooyoung loved the feeling of being suffocated by your legs.

You loosened your legs slightly and he popped his head up. "Darling, you're lucky I am still a bit tired or your ass would be regretting that. Now, be a good girl so I can enjoy what you prepared for me," he smirked. He sunk his teeth into your thigh. You couldn't fit the moan that slipped past your lips. You loved when Wooyoung marked you.

He dipped his head back into your pussy. This time though, he didn't hold back. His tongue pressed flat against your pussy. He groaned at the taste of you which resulted in your moaning for him from the sensation and the vibrations against your pussy. Who needed a sex toy when you have such a vocal boyfriend. He began moving his tongue up and down your entrance, collecting the juices on your lips.

Wooyoung thrives off of the noises you make for him. Each time you guys got intimate, he tried to see if he could get you to be louder than the previous time. It was all in the way that you moaned for him and because of him. His actions were a direct result of the pleasure you were feeling.

After running his tongue up and down a couple of times, he plunged his tongue deep into your pussy. His tongue created random patterns you couldn't even make out. Your mind felt so fuzzy like you were spinning. You leaned back on the table with your legs resting still on Wooyoung's shoulder. One hand moved to grasp onto his hair. Your body screamed and ached for him. Loud moans were being released from you as you felt a familiar burning sensation in your stomach.

He smirked. You could feel the smile of the devil against your pussy. He pulled back slightly but kept his lips hovering over your pussy lips, so you could still feel him close. "Is my slut going to cum? You know how to ask."

"Please, please, baby. Let me cum. I want to be your good girl and cum for you." "Hmm, I can't tell if you really want to." "Wooyoung!"

At this point, tears were starting to gather in the corner of your eyes from the build-up and frustration of him. While you loved him with all your heart, he was such a fucking tease. He knew all the ways to make you tick because he found it adorable how flustered you get. He could edge you for hours if he desired.

"I guess I could let you cum now. But if you cum now you won't cum later today." "I don't care! Please!"

He shrugged. "If that's your choice, my dear. Who am I to deny you?" You didn't care if you just made a deal with the devil. You just wanted relief now and you were growing impatient. I'm sure I can get him to back down out of it later.

Wooyoung went back down to your pussy. This time though, his lips wrapped around your clit and he began sucking as if his life depended on it. Your back arched at the intensity of the feeling, the feeling you love so much.

He took one of his hands off of your knee. You didn't feel it for a while until you felt two fingers slide into your entrance. You moaned loudly. In response, Wooyoung started curling and twisting his fingers. He wasn't working to stretch you open. Not yet at least. Right now, he was on a mission to get you to release as quickly as possible. You could feel the way your core was ablaze. Your walls clenching around Wooyoung's fingers as they moved rapidly.

"Come on, angel. Let go for me."

You didn't need to be asked twice. Once Wooyoung's fingers brushed against your g-spot, you let go. You felt like all the air was released from your lungs as you screamed his name. Your vision was white and you felt light as a feather, especially as you floated down from your high.

You didn't even register being lifted off the table. Not until you met the face of your beloved up close and personal. "What a way to kick off my birthday," he snickered. You smiled gently. His chin glistened a bit still, evidence of your orgasm. You leaned up to kiss his jawline before nestling into his shoulder. He smiled to himself, carrying you bridal style this time up the stairs towards your bedroom.

"I hope you're not getting sleepy on me now, princess. We have a long afternoon ahead of us." "Woo, what are you talking about?" "Do you not remember what you said just a little bit ago? That you would rather cum now and not later?"

You slowly peeked your head out from his shoulder. You hoped that maybe he had let that slip from his memory. Your eyes were wide while he wore a wide grin. Oh boy.

"Oh darling, it's my birthday. I'll celebrate how I want, and I think hearing you beg for mercy and to cum seems like the perfect birthday."

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sara-wishes · 10 months

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S8er boi. - 여상

Skater!Yeosang x Female!Reader

genre: fluff, enemy to lovers.

warnings: rude y/n (only at the beginning), poor skater vocabulary, mention of scratches, a swear word (?), sorry not sorry but studying biology sucks, angelic yeo.

word count: 3.3k

now listening to: S8er boi by Avril Lavigne

a/n: happy birthday to yeosang! if you enjoy this work, pls consider reblogging :D also, i added everyone who interacted with my previous post for this fanfic to the taglist, since I changed the requirement after posting it.

The headache was already present in your system.

You couldn’t tell if it was from having locked yourself up five hours ago to study non-stop, or from the noisy and irritating rolling of skate wheels.

The culprit to blame for the incessant clattering, none other than Yeosang.

The boy next door, who had accompanied you all throughout your life, as your neighbor and as your classmate. Not that you knew much about him or you shared an irreplaceable bond with him. You were acquaintances, who had talked to each other from time to time. And perhaps, just perhaps, you had developed the smallest, tiniest and insignificant crush over the greek sculptured boy.

Nonetheless, if someone were to ask you about your opinion on him, of course, you would retort that he is to you nothing more, but an endless nuisance, and that you considered him to be the ultimate archenemy of all your grades.

Although he indeed was ‘the boy next door’ for you, he liked being referred to as the ‘skater boy next door’. Who was too passionate about skating, to ever stop trying new tricks, right under where your window happened to be located. The only parchment of the street he had deemed good enough to practice on. Unfortunately, summer was nearing your town, and the luxury of keeping the window shut was not one which you could afford indulging in.

So, you were stuck with the bothersome rumbling of plastic over concrete.

The hours of studying were finally getting to you. As the diligent student you were, you had been bottled up inside your room. Reading, memorizing and hammering into your brain your biology sessions, hating every single moment of the five hours in a row, in which you had been torturing yourself. The fog in your mind didn’t make it any easier to keep going.

You were officially burned out. No other time like before your finals to reach your human limitations. But still, even if you were incredibly bothered by this fact, you tried to blankly read and re-read the now familiar pages of the book, making this your last, desperate attempt.

Regardless of your tries, you were slowly getting more irritated at your inability, after 20 minutes of useless staring at a filled notebook, letting your nerves get the better of you. The annoying hobby of the previously ignored boy, finally affecting you too negatively to restrain yourself. Blinded by your powerless state, you were even convinced he was doing it just to spite you and you were putting an end to at least one of your impediments.

While you took your time to angrily load with irritation each of your moments as you got up from your seat at your desk, you pondered that, maybe, you shouldn’t be letting your pent up anger out on the skater boy, but you were too tired and done for to take a moment to think things through.

Leaning your head out the window, and waiting for your vision to adjust to the sunlight, your target became distinguishable. The blonde, unaware of your eyes on him, still practicing his tricks.

“Hey, you! Could you stop for three minutes? People are trying to study here!”

The innocent boy looked up at you with big maltese eyes, startled at the unexpected voice coming from above his position. ‘Fantastic.’ Now you didn’t only feel miserable with yourself, but guilty at having called out the boy’s harmless doings. Perhaps this enmity was one sided after all.

“Sorry, am I making too much noise?” He shyly and politely asked you.

“Well… Yeah.” You honestly felt like a Karen, complaining to a manager over the incorrect order in a restaurant.

“Oh, sorry…, again. Y/N right?” His voice got smaller at your glare and his form shrunk at your tone, making you feel as if you were kicking a puppy. At this thought, you scoffed out loud, making the boy tilt his head naively. You really were the villain in this story, huh?

Coming back from your cloud, after self deprecating just a little more for the day, you nodded at his question, actually surprised at his knowledge of your name.

Without a doubt the most beautiful guy in the world remembered your name, the name of the most basic and common girl to ever grace the earth. You sure felt kind of special at this. A silly thought and sentiment, but you had had enough pestering all day to not take the indirect compliment.

You really were regretting having ever complained to him. And even though you couldn't even blame the blonde anymore as hard as you tried, he continued explaining himself.

“I figured you would stop studying at some point of the day.” His deep timbre conjured his sentence, with no malice or offensive intent.

Oh. Oh. So you were the stupid girl who was feeling remorse over your actions, and he was getting cocky? The anger that had slightly subsided, arose once again even stronger than before. At least that was how you were taking that incredibly blunt statement. The patience left in you taunted by it, made you want to go down to the alley and break that damned skate of his.

“Well Yeosang, I figured you would stop skating at some point of the day.” You’d give him back a taste of his own medicine.

At that, the blonde shut up and stood still, just blankly staring at you. And even if you thought he had never looked as handsome before, not his visuals nor his damaged puppy face would make you forget how pissed you were at him right now. Tired of his silence, you decided to finish the job.

“Are you gonna’ stop or do I have to go down there and break that thing in half?” You bitterly made him snap out of it, using your head to gesture to the bored skate that he carried in his hand.

“Hey, h-hey, I’ll stop, don’t be like that.” He rushedly assured you.

“Thought so.”

With that, you retreated back into your room. Back to studying, to pretending not to be worn out from all the pressure, time and dedication you put into it.

At least, that was your plan. As soon as you tried to duck back indoors, you heard Yeosang’s angelic voice call you out (was every single thing about him just angelic and otherworldly?).

“Wait! Wait! Please.”

Annoyed out of your skin and huffing, you decided to indulge the skater just this time.

“What.” More than as a question, it came out as a statement, only adding to the furious rudeness.

“Why don’t you come down?” He timidly suggested.

“So you can make me lose more of my time? No, thank you.” Was your retort, sarcasm dripping from every word. He must be losing it if he thought he had a shot at convincing you.

“No.. It’s just- you can't spend all day cooped up inside. It isn’t healthy. Besides, I’m sure you’re burned out from all that hard work. A bit of fresh air and skating can do you no wrong.”

Taken aback from his honest and sincere worry, instead of answering back with a witty remark, you let yourself ease a bit into the conversation. You were getting tired from all the tension and anger that were in no way helping your headache. Maybe he did have a shot at convincing you. So you could only think that, maybe, he was more observant than the rest of his friends gave him credit for, and found his realization of your state admirable.

“You noticed.” Answering with a calmer voice, the frown that had adorned your face for the entirety of the word exchange, now gone. However, even at your more relaxed state, he still felt the need to be watchful and careful of his wording, cautious as to not let his previous mistakes repeat.

“Don’t take it the wrong way but, you’re usually so kind with me and my friends. Even if just from passing. It just didn’t seem like you were the one speaking right now.”

Perplexed at his statement, you allowed yourself to drift from the conversation to your own head, leaving the boy hanging.

He… noticed you? Not only that, but he thought you were kind? You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was the kind one. One of the kindest souls you had encountered. He was the one dealing with a pissed-off neighbor incredibly politely and with the grace of a swan. You were the one who should be praising him and awarding his kindness.

Yeosang was like a sun, always making sure his friends shined as much as him and no one felt out of place or kept out of the loop. You were not stalking him or anything of the sort, but everyone who knew just a bit about Yeosang, was aware of how far he’d go to make sure his friends and close ones felt appreciated. He was the definition of kindness. So much so, that just with that comment he had managed to lift your spirits quicker than you could’ve ever imagined. Just like the work of magic.

Remembering you were still in a conversation with the boy in question -who, at your unresponsiveness had begun fiddling with the ends of his board-, you answered his previous question.

“Okay.”

“O-okay?”

“You notice me being worn out from class, but you can’t tell what I’m talking about? You still are as oblivious as always, Sangie.” Maybe you were being too cruel on the poor clueless boy. Maybe you were taking too many liberties and speaking too casually to the one you only shared the same classroom and apartment block with. Maybe. But you were feeling happier thanks to him, and maybe you were in to have a little fun, after looking at your biology book for about 3 hours straight with a blank mind and no results.

After having decided for the more enjoyable choice, you retreated back into your bedroom. You closed the damned book with a slam, turned off your heated up monitor and without even grabbing your keys, you sprinted down the stairs of your apartment and hopped over the side of the road Yeosang was calmly waiting for you.

“So, what do you suggest?” You expectantly blinked at his form.

Abruptly and out of nowhere, he began chuckling adorably at your sudden enthusiasm and outburst of energy. At this, you couldn’t contain your own smile, not that you were trying to. It was amazing how fast he had been able to lift your mood. Partly to how honest and good-natured his words had been, as insignificant they could seem to any other, they weren't to you. And partly to you taking a moment to assess how childish and simple-minded your previous attitude at the boy had been.

When he finally took a breath after his fit of adorable chuckles -which made his smile smaller and all the cuter-, he let out his thoughts and the reason as to why he had felt the sudden humor. “You’re eager.”

“Yes! Now teach me how to skate!” Even if your crankiness was gone, your mindset was difficult to get rid of. The stubbornness of getting things right when you dedicate yourself to them and the ‘don’t lose your time’ attitude you always wore on your sleeve, were also present now, when your current fixation was learning how to skate with Yeosang’s guidance.

The sun was setting, but now seemed like the perfect instance to try and successfully ride without scraping your knees. You felt confident, after all, how difficult could rolling on top of a skate be? Maybe after you got the hang of maneuvering around with it, you would even go and try some simple tricks.

Although you felt hesitant at first, since you believed to be skillful enough to manage without it, Yeosang convinced you to let him show you a bit of the theory involving skating. How to position your knees, where to stand on the board, how to turn and push yourself easier…, the basics.

Thanks to Yeosang, you learned all the theory needed (Not much, thanks to god, otherwise you would’ve already passed out from all the ‘studying’.)

“Okay, now you ride it.” Without hesitation, you jumped on the board, avoiding Yeosang’s helping hands to get on top of it. You felt optimistic enough to slide across the street without the boy’s help. It could not be that difficult.

That’s what you thought at first.

Going on a straight line was the easy part. You forwarded your body with the help of your foot, managing to beeline towards your initial destination for the most part.

When the moment to turn arrived, is when things started to go south. Not only were you unable to properly direct the board to take on the curve, but the momentum of the previous linear movement wasn’t helping either.

The stiffness of the board threw you off balance and made you lose your footing. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were barreling towards the floor.

From your position, facing the other side of the street, you couldn’t see Yeosang, but you heard his gasp as you fell.

Planting your hands in the ground, you stupidly fell over them, your knees also taking the impact and scraping themselves in the process.

“Y/N!” Yeosang shouted for you, running to your aid.

“Ow…oww…” You whined at the painful scratches. Yeosang skidded across the pavement, not caring about damaging his pants or his own knees.

“Are you okay?!” He worriedly questioned your state, kneeling to your level.

“Yeah, yes- I just hurt myself a little. I’m okay.” Brushing off the dust and dirt from your knees, you reassured him you were fine, just a minor wound. Regardless, he took out of his back pocket a box of Peppa Pig bandaids, selecting a few of his liking. Incredulous, you stared at him.

“Are those for me?”

“Yeah, we can’t let it get infected. Who do you prefer, George Pig or Pedro Pony?” Not believing your eyes, this time you were the one to start chuckling. He could be so childish and so mature at the same time. Yeosang was truly a wild ride. But, obviously, you had an evident answer to his question.

“Pedro Pony, of course. He's my hero.” At your confident answer, Yeosang did not hesitate another second and proceeded to take his water bottle -that had been waiting by a corner on the alley-, pouring a good amount of the liquid over your wounds and patting down the excess with a tissue. The Pedro Pony bandaids coming next. After securing them on your skin, he got up and lent you a hand to help you off the ground.

“Thank you. I really thought I got it.” You sheepishly broke the comfortable silence.

“Don’t worry, it happens to everyone. But, I have an idea. Do you trust me?” He looked at you through his lashes, standing just a few centimeters away from you.

For a moment, you pondered. This was the longest amount of time you had talked to him ever before. Sure, you did kind of fancy the boy, but maybe you could take the opportunity to tease him a little. Either way, he had made you feel incredibly comfortable in record time, giving you the opportunity to run away from your duties just when you most needed it. You could honestly say, you trusted him to teach you skating, and a bit more than just that.

“Sure.” When your answer came out as positive, he smiled brightly. Almost blindingly. Possibly the most beautiful smile you had ever witnessed had been his in that exact moment.

The blonde signaled you to hop on the skateboard again, just a little bit over the front. Maybe you should have expected it when he directed you to settle that way, but it came as a surprise when Yeosang climbed on behind you. He began circling his arms around your hip, but the kind male, gently asked for consent before completely embracing you.

“Can I?”

“Yeah.” Due to your proximity, both your answers came as a mere whisper, only audible for each other. His arms finally settled around your form, instantly warming you, from the electric touch of his fingertips near your belly, to the top of your shoulders, where he leaned his chin to be able to see. Your ears became a vibrant red without you even realizing.

The boy began pushing you both forward, starting slow, taking the turns you had not been able to before. But when you both had settled into a comfortable position and tempo, he thought he could speed things up.

A bit more harshly, provoking a small rattle on the surface of the skate, he pushed you both with his foot, planting it strongly on the ground. The pace began increasing, the wind making your hair wild, slipping through your locks and caressing your face. The freedom you had been yearning for just minutes before, was now finally yours to enjoy and savor.

“Woohoo!” You couldn’t help yourself. You really needed this and you were going to make the most out of it. Letting out a freeing laugh from the pits of your chest, Yeosang joined you in your joy. Unbeknownst to you, he was immensely euphoric to have been the one to free you from your shackles, taking the glee trapped inside you, letting it resurface.

Even hours after the sun had settled behind the horizon, you two still skated, laughed and talked about everything and anything, building a moment that you both would treasure and hold dear next to your heart.

Sadly, you had to come down from your cloud at some point, returning to reality. And you could stress no more the liberating hours.

“Yeosang. Thank you so much for this. All of it.” You snapped the boy out of his daydream, the same one you had been engrossed in just moments ago. He slightly raised his left eyebrow at your remark, curious as to what you meant. And smiling due to his antics, you decided against answering his silent question.

“You have nothing to thank me for, everyone needs this from time to time. I am glad I was the one to help you.” When he finally understood the meaning behind your words, he sincerely retorted. But he deduced this was your way of telling, the moment was coming to an end.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He tried to elongate the moment as much as possible, feeling the same way as you did about your parting.

“Yeosang. We live right here. Like, two meters away from this alley. I think I’ll do just fine. But, thank you again, either way.” Smiling at him, you begrudgingly rose from your sitting spot. And waving at him, you made your exit around the corner. “See you around, S8er boi!” You shouted over the other side of the street, unable to see Yeosang’s reaction at that point.

If you had already admitted to yourself that you had a crush on the boy before, you now had confirmed it was much more than that. And perhaps, if someone were to ask about your opinion on him, this time, you would consider telling them Avril Lavigne could try to take away from you this skater boy, but never succeed.

With this thought in mind and a new perspective of Yeosang in your heart, you were ready to take on more of your studying. But, mayhaps, the universe was against you studying at all today. Your apartment keys missing from your pocket -forgotten on your desk at the prospect of skating with your crush- and a blossoming smile on your lips -ecstatic at the thought of spending more time with the boy of your dreams-.

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haechannabelle · 6 months

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CHOI JONGHO - "GUERRILLA" 1THEKILLPO EYE CONTACT CAM

happy birthday to the best boy with the best voice ✨ see some of my past portraits here: mingi / san / yeosang / haechan (nct) 💕

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doom-fics · 1 year

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Fic Recommendations!

This whole side-blog is to reblog the fics I’ve come to adore so lets GO

First, lets start with ATEEZ (as that is what this blog mostly is) Most of these are NSFW or at least contain mature content such as violence and dark topics- thus, MINORS DNI

first off, my favorite Fanfic writers whom you MUST check out: @hwaightme @songmingisthighs @hanniiesuckle17 @tenelkadjowrites @honeyhotteoks @bobateastay

@toxicccred @sanjoongie @cherryxsang - these three did AMAZING FFF fics that just made my February fabulous!

(will add more as i go and remember)

OT8!!

Your Fan - @hwaightme

My favorite FLUFF that has the boys of Ateez being absolute SIMPS!! (which, we stan on this account <;3)

Mists of Celeste - @hongism

this one- just- wow. Space pirate au at its finest with pretty much an OC as reader. Amazing world building and just- chefs kiss!

Starring Role - @nonclassyparty

Okay so this? This is ANGST. It's the most heart wrenching beautiful angsty college au I have ever read and just- like idk who to root for? It's so good and well written just bring tissues- lots of tissues

Be the Light - @hoonieversed

So this is a lore au that is just- perfection. heavier on the angst and darker themes but we all know i eat that stuff up now ye? Also I love Sky and their work cuz it is ALWAYS gold- better go read it ^^

Members

Smut is marked with ***

Hongjoong

(series) Blue Skies (smau! singlemom!reader) - @hanniiesuckle17

Pouty Shibari - @potatomountain

***Warming up- @hansols-yoda-boxers

***Motivate me - @hwaightme

***Precious - @latte-fairytaekwoon

Stolen Kisses - @mimikookie

***Halloween - @mingigoo

***prettier, prettiest - @bobateastay

***Surprise! - bobateastay

***Philoselene - ncteez

***Games in the Dark - @mineogi (warning this one is really dark but still hella good)

Rewind and Remix - hwaightme (angsty but good!)

***Plug and Play - @bangtanintotheroom

Seonghwa

***Room For Three : ft Yunho (there are 4 prts)- @honeyhotteoks

***His Sweet Girl - honeyhotteoks

***New Years Kiss - potatomountain

***One Question (ft Mingi) - @tenelkadjowrites

***Unexpected Company - @mia-tiny

***Royal Library - @nczennie

***Pain into Pleasure - @sanjoongie

(series) Family For Hire (singledad!Seonghwa x business reader)- Hwaightme

***Happy New Year - mingigoo

***Long Exposure (ft J.WY) - Hwaightme

Yunho

***Room For Three : ft Hwa (deserves to be mentioned twice)- @honeyhotteoks

(Series)Seeing Myself In You (smau!) - @hanniiesuckle17

***Panini - ft Mingi @smileysuh

Last Defender - @hoonieversed

***About time - @mingkiyoo

***Closer, Face Down - @ncteez

A Promise and a Stray Pup - @atiny-ahgase

***Ass wrecking - bobateastay

***Please Don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface, I want to be in the Sequel - @moonyluvv

*** For you ft mingi - mimikookie

All of Me - hwaightme

***That’s My Spot - potatomountain

Bad Week (comfort) - potatomountain

***Remember Me - hoonieversed

Yeosang

(mini series) Fallen Crown - potatomountain

***Uno! - @hwaflms

[9.45] Yeosang x single mom reader! - songmingisthighs

***Gemini - ncteez

***Hate Sex - hongism

***Quiet - bobateastay

***Dirty Desks and Dissertations - bobateastay

Choi San

***With Love For You - honeyhotteoks

Mingi

***Just Between Friends ft Yunho - honeyhotteoks

***Use me - hwaightme

***Untitled: birthday oneshot - potatomountain

***We fell in love in August - mingigoo

***Mine - songmingisthighs

Wooyoung

***Long Exposure (ft P.SH) - Hwaightme

Jongho

***Get Close To Me - honeyhotteoks

ot8/multiple members

***Treasure: j.yh, c.s, j.w x reader - honeyhotteoks

***Bet Gone Right: s.m, j.w, c.j x reader - potatomountain

***Undertow: P.Sh, k.ys, s.mg x reader - hongism

(this is still a work in progress <3 and yes i put my works here too <3)

#ateez fanfic #fanfic recommendation #doom recommendations #doom fic recommendations #ateez reactions #ateez x y/n #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez #ateez fanfiction #ateez fan fiction

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songmingisthighs · 2 years

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[16.22] high school bad boy!mingi × reader

⇀ you never thought that the school's mysterious bad boy is actually like this

⇁ pls mingi's killing me 😭😭😭 but happy birthday to my baby !! hsgkjsdk i love him so much if that's not obvious. this is a lil fluffy mingi gift to celebrate mingi's birthday <3

"Hey, look," your friend tapped your desk as she nudged her head to the side.

You lift your head from your book to see THE Song Mingi walking into class with a busted lip and messy uniform. People only stared at him as he took a seat, not at all surprised that he would be that dishevelled at 1 pm.

"Yeah, Mingi. So?" You asked as you shifted your gaze back to your friend.

Yena rolled her eyes before leaning down to your level, "Aren't you curious where he always went to during breaks? How almost every single time, he'd come back to class all bloodied and brooding?" she asked you. You can only sigh at your friend as you placed your book on your desk to fully look at her, "I'm not curious at all. It's none of our business to stare and make assumptions about him. To be honest, I'm more curious about how they managed to rope a guy like Yunho into their group though. And aren't they friends with that guy who became a tattoo artist his senior year?" Yena simply shrugged at your question, "The dropout? I don't know much about Kim Hongjoong other than he has a rich boyfriend. But what about Kang Yeosang and Choi Jongho? Those two don't look like they belong with the scoundrels," she said. You squinted your eyes playfully at her, "Scoundrels? What are they, pirates in the 1700s?" you joked, making the two of you laugh.

All of a sudden, you felt a chill down your spine and when you averted your gaze from Yena for a bit, you saw Mingi staring down at you with his sharp eyes. Although you didn't want to admit it, his gaze always made you nervous. Funny enough, you caught him staring at you quite often and you always excused it as you were in line with the big windows in the classroom. Still, doesn't change the fact that you felt it.

There's this depth and an indescribable feeling in his stare that seemed... personal and you've always wanted to know what it's all about. But you couldn't possibly just go up to him and ask, that would be weird.

After class ended, students split up to join their respective Student Activity Clubs. You were the Vice President of the Student Body so you're stuck with meetings upon meetings and discussions with not only the Student Body members but also teachers and Club Leaders. You hate the job (mostly because of the pompous jerk of a president) but it will look good on your college application. Though you don't hate being able to see students enjoying the clubs though, it alleviates your pain and stress slightly knowing that you were able to help your fellow schoolmates.

"Vice Pres," you looked up to see one of the Student Body members approaching you with a paper bag, "Someone left this for you outside," he said as he placed the bag down on your desk. You felt a blush creeping up your face as you tried to not excitedly look into the paper bag. "Ooo, your secret admirer ?" Yunjeong, the Secretary asked in a teasing tone. Your eyes widened and you immediately pulled the paper bag onto your lap to secretly open it.

The contents of the bag were more or less the same; there was always food, beverage, and a note that somehow seemed to suit your current situation or even events. You assumed that it must be someone close to you. You felt like it was Yena pulling a prank on you but you hope it isn't because it would just be cruel and she'll definitely perish in your hands. In all honesty, deep down you had a feeling that it was Mingi. But maybe that's just your stupid wishful thinking because of the looks he threw at or near you.

Today, the sender put a fruit sandwich, your favourite brand of canned coffee, and the regular black cat with pastel pink post-it that said 'I hope you've been having a good day. Eat up and be energized! ^^ ps, I think we should bring the word 'scoundrel' back,' in the paper bag.

Your eyes widened. The sender was in your class. They had to be, that was the only place you mentioned the word scoundrel with Yena.

"Okay everyone, let's begin the meeting," The President announced, clapping his hands twice to get everyone's attention. "(y/n), floor's all yours," he smirked smugly as he basically told you to do everything yourself.

Finally, the excruciating hour and a half meeting ended. Issues were addressed, problems were fixed, yet your headache stayed because of the president. So you decided to walk around, check up on the clubs.

When you arrived at the Boxing Club, you saw that one person was missing. Wooyoung, San, Yeosang, Yunho, and Jongho were there because they were the Club Leaders and with them, the other members were also present. But you can only focus on Mingi's absence. Yunho waved at you happily which is followed by Wooyoung, the flirt, who blew kisses at you. You shook your head while chuckling as you waved back at them. Maybe Mingi went home early, hopefully, this doesn't have anything to do with his bruises.

After walking around a little, you decided that maybe you should just go home. The last club you visited was the Judo Club at the far end building of the school. You were about to walk off when you heard clanging and thuds from the side of the building right in front of you which made you freeze in your place. Your mind blanked and before you could react, a man came stumbling forward and fell in front of you. Recognition hadn't hit you yet but seeing the uniform, you jump in to help nevertheless.

"Are you okay!?" you asked the man worriedly.

When he looked up at you, you were surprised to see Mingi scrunching his face, seemingly in pain. Once he came to the realization that you were there helping him, he also froze. The both of you stayed like that for a while, not knowing what to do because this was your first time interacting with him outside of class and necessity. It wasn't until a soft meow broke the silence. You look down only to see a tiny black kitten in his arms. Instinctively, you looked back up to him with a raised eyebrow as if saying, "why do you have a cat?"

Mingi groaned and averted your gaze as he tried getting up thought you caught a peek of his reddening cheeks.

Deciding his wellbeing comes first, you grab ahold of his hand closest to you and begin tugging, "You're coming with me," you simply said in a haste. Since Mingi is more powerful than you, something that you completely underestimated, he didn't budge and instead, you were pulled backwards to his unmoving stance. You were about to turn and scold him but he was already glaring at you. "You're not reporting me to anyone, it's your own fault that you're here," he growled. His words and his low voice making the sentence even more menacing.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you steadied yourself as you kept a firm grip on his hand, "I'm not gonna report you because clearly, whatever this is," you said, gesturing to him in general, "personal business, but I can't let you out of this school looking like this. We can't have people thinking that we're harbouring a gangster," you huffed out.

Mingi stared you down, trying to find the lie in your words. He can't have you pulling him down to the principal's office. To be honest, he trusted you as a person but he can't trust your position as part of the Student Body. Although, the look of determination was very much adorable in his eyes. There are worser ways to forfeit his freedom than to give into a hot, smart girl, right?

In he end he nodded and took a step forward as a sign of compliance. You let out a soft squeal and immediately dragged him away carefully. It didn't occur to you nor to him that both of your hands were intertwined the whole time. While you were thinking of what to do to help him, Mingi was staring at the cat in his arm, completely content and warm.

Soon, you reached your destination.

Mingi halted in his steps and stared at the doors with furrowed eyebrows. "Really? Here?" he asked, unsure. You looked back between Mingi and the Nurse's Office. You simply nodded and tugged him, "Don't worry, the nurses went home already. It's just you and me," "and Nero," he blurted out without thinking.

Immediately after letting out the cat's name, Mingi's eyes doubled in size and he stared at you in horror as if YOU did something. For the second time that day, Mingi let himself slip and you were able to see the side of him no one else other his friends had seen before. To him, it was embarrassing and he expected you to laugh at him, mock him, because when else can you encounter a big school bad boy holding a kitten and needing help?

But to his surprise, you only smiled at him and nod slowly, "Yeah... But we gotta keep Nero a secret because pets aren't supposed to be in school grounds, okay?" you said as you led him (and apparently the cat) into the Nurse's Office.

You pulled a the exam table liners down to make sure it'll be clean before gesturing for Mingi to sit down.

"He's... Not my pet, by the way," he said, looking down into the kitten who has now has his claws in Mingi's white shirt, making him wince. You sat down on a stool (that you had to readjusted because my god Mingi is tall even when he's sitting down) after putting the opened first aid kit next to you on the station. Without thinking, you leaned close to rub at the tiny kitten's head, making him mewl, "Come on little guy, I need to take care of your..." you looked up, meeting eyes with Mingi, "Dad?" you asked, tilting your own head at him. He almost choked on his own spit from how adorably innocent you looked. "I- I guess," he coughed out, trying to mask his embarrassment. Thankfully, the kitten seemed to respond well to your touch as it immediately latched off of Mingi and let you put him on the liners covered bed before switching your attention to Mingi.

As you started working on his scar covered hands, you began asking him questions. "So, what exactly was it that you were doing?" You asked in curiosity. Mingi sighed, contemplating whether or not to tell you off or to just answer. "I... Made a mistake," he said. Without looking up, you continued asking him, "What kind of mistake involved a cat and you skipping Boxing Club?" you chuckled to yourself. "Wait, how did you know I skipped Boxing?" this time, YOU froze as you realized that he could mistook your words as you looking for him. "I- I- I was- you know," "Mmm, no? I don't know?" he teased, smirking in amusement. You could hear your heart beating loudly to the point that you can hear it in your ears from embarrassment.

Luckily, his phone suddenly rang, breaking the sudden budding tension. "Thank fuck," you whispered under your breath. If Mingi heard that, he hid his acknowledgement well. "Can you please get my phone? It might be my mom," he said, looking down to his bag that's leaning next to the station. You pushed your stool back to roll to the bag as you shot him a teasing smirk, "Who would've thought that the mysterious bad boy would be so strict with his dinner schedule," you teased while rummaging through his bag to fish his phone out before tossing it to him. "I never called myself a bad boy it's a title students at this school gave to me. And of course I am, I'm still growing so I need to take care of myself well," he said, rolling his eyes playfully at you.

In all honesty, you've never could've imagined him like that. The diligent son, strict to schedules, and all that. But then again, despite his rough exterior and the proclivity to get into fights without trying, not to mention the multiple amount of times he came to class scruff and dirty, never once has the teachers reprimand him for being a bad student academically. Heck, he was once assigned as a math TUTOR but he rejected the opportunity.

As you were about to close his bag, something caught your eyes. You reached in and pull out the item that caught your attention. "Uh... Mingi," you called out, making him raise his head to look at you, "What is this?" You asked, lifting the item up for him to see. His eyes widened and his mouth open and close like a fish, he was trying to formulate an excuse but he couldn't think.

"Mingi, have you been sending me food and notes before club?" you asked as you scoot back to your previous position but now with the black cat with pink background post-it note in your hand. Mingi's eyes trembled as they darted around quickly, "No...?" he answered but the way he said it made it seem like it's a question. "I also gave you drinks and that one time I got you the pen that you lost," he mumbled his answer.

You couldn't believe it. Weeks spent wondering who the sender was (and secretly wishing it's Mingi and having it come true), and now he's in front of you, being helped by you. A blush crept on on your face and you immediately put the post-it back to go back to attending to him.

Silence enveloped the room, both of you unsure what to say. Mingi was mortified, scared, and embarrassed that you found out that he was the one who had been sending you things. You on the other hand didn't know what to do with the information. While it felt good to know that your assumption was in fact correct, what does it mean? Why did he send those to you? You had so many questions but you didn't want to pry or make him uncomfortable.

Out of the blue, Mingi let out a long sigh, making you jump slightly in surprise. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out or disgust you or something. I never meant for your to find out about it this way," he sighed, sounding dejected. You looked up at him briefly before focusing back on cleaning his wounds, "Why'd you give me those packages?" you asked, curious. As you were holding his hand, you felt it tense slightly. "Well... I think it was around over two months ago? I saw you crying in an empty classroom and you tried calming yourself down before you go into the Student Body Office with a much more positive face but when you walked home, you look beyond tired," he said. You could hear the worry in his voice and it made your heart skip a beat. "The next day... I sent you the first package and note," he concluded, voice lowering but you can still hear it. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the content of the very first note he sent you. "I hate seeing you cry, I wanna lend you my shoulders. Tell me which jerk made you cry, I'll take care of them for you,"

When your eyes met, you saw him grinning at you with a slight tint of red on his cheeks. He looked a lot softer than his usual gruff expression and unruly attire. "You memorized it," he said, sounding happy. Can't maintain eye contact with him, you stood and turned to close the first aid kit, "I- I couldn't not remember it. Those notes genuinely helped me get through my meetings," you willed yourself to lock eyes with him, "Thank you," you told him sincerely.

Mingi couldn't hide the widening grin on his face as he truly felt happy that you didn't react negatively.

The next day, you had hoped for things to be different.

While the stolen glances became stares that followed with gentle smiles and teasing gestures (much to everyone's and Yena's surprise), Mingi still hasn't approached you again. You wanted to be able to talk to him again but you're not sure if you should approach him or f he even wanted to talk to you. What if he only wanted to interact with you through the notes?

Too wrapped up in your head, you didn't realize your surroundings until you collided with a hard chest. When you looked up, you saw Mingi grinning cheekily at you. "Hey there Vice Prez," he then lifted one hand to show a paper bag in his hand, "Got your pick me up."

You couldn't even contain your excitement as you began to giddily jump in your spot. Seeing you so excited made Mingi's heart flutter and he had to will himself to not pinch your cheeks. You pulled him to the side of the office entrance to share the sandwich he got you (right after teasing him for the day's note, "I like oranges, I like apples. But I like you more," which caused you both to blush hard but Mingi harder). You both chatted as you munched on the sandwich. The conversation was about everything and nothing like about Nero whom he just rescued last night who now occupies his bed (lucky cat), then about your interests and what you do outside of being the Vice President and even about each of your friends. There were innocent touches shared like him wiping "something" from the corner of your lips and you pushing his bangs away from his eyes. Despite not liking much attention, you were surprised you didn't care about the stares people gave you both as they walked by. Mingi didn't even scowl at anyone. If you were in a cartoon, you're sure that Mingi would've had an animated dog tail wagging behind him.

"Hey," the President called out, head poking out to catch a glimpse of only you, "We're all waiting for you to start the meeting oh Madam Vice President, can't you hurry the fuck up and do your job? For fuck's sake, how did you become part of us anyways? This is why you work FOR me," he scoffed.

Before he could go back in or you say anything, Mingi squared up to his full height and his eyes turned scary. At 184 cm, he easily towered over the President, making him look like a tiny stick figure. "Why don't you fucking do something for once and lead? From what I've seen and heard, (y/n) has done more to deserve some downtime, yeah? So I think it's time she gets a day off. You're the president, you must know shit. Or else, should we bring up the issue of your position and incapabilities to the Principal?" He smirked.

Without waiting for the President to answer, Mingi interlaced his fingers with you and tug you gently to walk away, leaving the rest of the office murmuring and even some squealing at what Mingi had just done.

You couldn't help but stare at Mingi in admiration. Him standing up for you like that made you want to kiss him on the lips as a form of gratitude, but you might be a couple of steps away.

Sensing your stare, Mingi turned and his expression has completely changed. His glare turned into crescents and his snarl turned into a big smile, "Come on, I'm set to spar with Jongho today and I have a feeling that you're my lucky charm," he said, feeling more confident about throwing cheesy lines at you. You playfully raised an eyebrow as you nudge him, "I'm a cartoon leprechaun?" you joked. Mingi threw his head back and laughed loudly, the sound was very much melodious and you know you don't want to stop hearing it. "You might be able to beat Yunho at dumb jokes and puns," he said happily.

You never would've thought that you'd be able to see the school bad boy look so carefree and childlike. Heck, you never would've thought that he's interested in you and was even capable of romantic and cute gestures. But he has been proving you wrong since the day before. And you like it.

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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Beans on Toast (1)- Jung Wooyoung x m!reader

[These aren't my images credits to the original owners]

SFW

Synopsis: Basically a silly, sappy, kinda cliché soulmate au because I felt like it

Contains: wooyoung being his usual self, all of y/n's friends have soulmates and he's lonely, fluff, some attempts at humour.

[Word Count: 2.1k]

With the coming and going of his twentieth birthday that week, he was once more acutely aware that it had been so long – officially two years now– since he had received his soulmate mark and that he had yet to find that soulmate.

To make matters worse, it was only he who was single– all of his friends had already found their other half and boy did he envy them.

His eldest friend Hongjoong had been the first to find his soulmate and his was the experience that y/n was most jealous of. Hongjoong had simply clocked in at work on the afternoon of his eighteenth birthday, bumped into his colleague with whom he was already in love with and bam, soulmates!

Second had been the youngest member of their friend group; Jongho. Although he had turned eighteen and received his mark later than his friends, he still beat half of them to it, finding his soulmate within less than a year after. To be honest, though, she had found him. Jongho had been well known in the community and within his schools for his excellent soccer skills and with that buzz of being the top player floating around, it was difficult to find him. When the local soccer club was short a member the captain herself had taken it upon herself to find Jongho and recruit him. It hadn't taken much to get him to join, not when he discovered that the woman with big brown eyes and sass for days was his soulmate.

For a long while following that it had been only y/n and Yeosang who had yet to find their soulmate. They had like a little solidarity bond going for them during that time. When the other two members of their friend group were out with their partners or doing 'coupley things', Yeosang and he would stick together. They would hang out together and had each other to grumble about being single to or after a few drinks they would hype each other up with "Who needs soulmates anyways!?". It felt good having someone who could relate. That little dynamic came to an end when one semester Yeosang decided to switch majors.

He had gotten lost on campus and couldn't find one of his new classes and had rushed to the office to seek out directions. He had asked the first person he came across, mistakenly assuming he was staff, but that person had no idea where he was either and was new to not only the university but the Republic of South Korea itself.

The stranger's Korean had failed him in his excitement at finding his soulmate and he had switched to rapid-fire Italian. Yeosang had not a clue what he was saying and simply stood there, staring at him in awe with bright eyes and a huge smile forming on his face.

Y/n had happened to be with Yeosang and had witnessed the scene with his own eyes. Yeosang and his soulmate had been equal parts awkward and adorable and he couldn't help but smile at the fond memory.

Admittedly, he had been a little salty when he realised that he was officially on his own but he couldn't stay salty forever. Alessandro grew on him very quickly and so did the happiness he brought Yeosang.

So yeah, he had been left to wallow in his soulmatelessness and watch his friends fall deeply in love with their soulmates. He really couldn't help but long for his own soulmate. He wanted to be just as happy and in love as his friends. He wanted to experience what they were experiencing. He didn't want to be alone anymore.

That left Y/N alone though and as he watched his friends be deeply in love with their soulmates, he couldn't help but long for his own. He wanted to be that happy and in love. He wanted to experience what his friends were experiencing. He wanted to not be alone anymore.

Sometimes he would argue that that loneliness benefited him a little. He had more time to spend on his studies. His excellent grades in high school had lured him into a false sense of security, letting him think that university would be just as simple. He had been incorrect and his first university exam marks had been a slap in the face and a serious wake up call.

He also had more time to daydream. He would lie and tell you that those daydreams were constructive and that he was thinking up characters and scenarios he could write about or put away for later when he had a chance to continue working on the sci-fi novel he had in drafts. Honestly, though, at least eighty percent of that time was spent on thinking about his soulmate.

He had so many questions and thoughts. He wondered what they were like. He wondered what they looked like. Were they a boy or a girl or someone in between like Hongjoong's partner? How old were they? Were they in Korea too or were they a foreigner like Alessandro?

One thing he was certain of however was that they must be a very interesting person if the words he had woken up to on his eighteenth birthday were anything to go by.

He looked down at his left arm and lifted his sleeve a little. He smiled softly as he traced the words printed neatly into the skin of his forearm.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he abruptly snapped back to reality. He pulled it out to check it.

Haribo

Where are you???

Shoot, he was meant to meet Jongho in the library for a study session!

He shot up from the bench he had taken a rest on and hurriedly gathered his things before speed-walking in the direction of the university library.

His headphones were on and blaring music and if it hadn't been for the hand tugging on his arm he wouldn't have realised someone was calling him.

He stopped walking, tugged his headphones down to rest around his neck and turned to see who the firm grip on his arm belonged to. He was met by the sight of a six-foot-something guy and a smaller dark-haired boy that he discovered to be the source of the hold on his arm.

He barely had a moment to properly take in the strangers or ask questions before the dark-haired boy spoke up, voice a little louder and more excited than necessary.

"What's your opinion on beans on toast?"

He was taken aback and was too surprised and confused to even register what was going on.

"W-what on toast?" He stuttered, eyes slightly widened. This hadn't been on his bingo card for a Tuesday afternoon on campus.

The tall boy gripped the shorter, dark-haired boy by the back of his shirt collar, not unlike one grabs a misbehaving puppy, and tugged him away from a bewildered y/n.

"Wooyoung-ah, how many times have I told you that you can't just grab people like that? What happened to your manners?" He scolded.

Wooyoung huffed dramatically and pouted, "Hyunggg, it's an important question. I've been wondering what the locals would think ever since we came back from our trip to England."

The taller man rolled his eyes, "You're ridiculous. We're late for class and you're worried about food and harassing strangers."

Y/n was suddenly frozen as he realised something. As he watched them argue back and forth his eyes settled on the one the tall boy had called Wooyoung. His heart was racing and the skin on his arm felt almost like it was tingling. Was he imagining things or..?

"Yunho-yah, listen, you eat anything. Just because you like- "

Wooyoung suddenly stilled, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping slightly.

Yunho frowned, "Woo? What's wrong?"

Wooyoung ignored him and turned quickly to face Y/n, "Can I... Can I see your arm?"

Yunho gasped softly as he realised what was happening and stepped back a little to give them some space.

Y/n's heart was pounding and he could feel a drop of sweat form on his temple. He felt excitement begin to take over but he tried his best to keep it down, trying to not get his hopes up and end up breaking his own heart if this wasn't what he thought it was. He swallowed thickly before responding to Wooyoung's question with a nod.

Wooyoung reached for his arm again, his grip a lot gentler than earlier, and he carefully rolled up his sleeve.

He gasped softly as he saw the words there and softly traced his index finger over them. Y/n could feel goosebumps rise on his skin at his touch despite how warm he was feeling in that moment.

Then Wooyoung laughed and Y/n's heart swelled at the sound.

Wooyoung used his hold on him to pull him towards him and buried him in a warm hug.

"I can't believe my first words to my soulmate are so ridiculous," He murmured into Y/n's shoulder with a grin.

Y/n couldn't believe it. He had found him, his soulmate. He wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug with just as much enthusiasm as Wooyoung and Wooyoung squeezed him tight once before releasing him.

He smiled wide and held a hand out, "I'm Wooyoung."

Wooyoung's smile was contagious and he couldn't help but return it.

He reached out and held Wooyoung's proffered hand, "I'm Y/N."

They stood like that for a moment longer, finally taking the opportunity to properly look at each other.

His eyes traced Wooyoung's features. He had dark hair which Y/N now realised had a layer of blond under it giving it what he decided was an Oreo vibe. It looked long enough to tie up. He admired his beautiful tanned skin, his toned figure (did he work out?), his deep brown eyes, the curve of his nose and lastly, his lips.

He blushed and finally tore his eyes from Wooyoung, looking down at their joined hands instead.

Wooyoung chuckled at his sudden shyness and tugged him in for another hug. He let out a surprised yelp and stumbled but Wooyoung's strong arms caught him and held him tight. Wooyoung was going to be both a handful and clingy, he realised. He returned his embrace and buried his face in his neck– he didn't mind that and could definitely see himself getting used to this.

Wooyoung pulled away all too soon and y/n instantly missed the warmth of his body.

He had heard that people get rather attached to their soulmates very quickly but he didn't think it would be this fast.

"I can't believe I've found my soulmate and-" Wooyoung held him out at arm's length "He's gorgeous too."

Y/n smiled, "I could say the same."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Then why don't you?"

He looked away with a blush and Wooyoung laughed. That was quickly becoming one of Y/n's favourite sounds.

Wooyoung was still beaming at him, "You're shy, aren't you? That's okay."

Someone cleared their throat and the two boys suddenly remembered that Yunho was there too.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt but we're running horribly late for a class, Woo."

"I'm sure the teacher will understand," Wooyoung said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

"Wooyoung, that woman hates you. You set her hair on fire last year."

Wooyoung looked quickly between his soulmate and Yunho, his cheeks flushing.

"Hyung!" He hissed.

Yunho laughed, "What? Worried I scare him off? I don't think that's likely."

Wooyoung glanced at his soulmate who was basically glowing with joy and amusement. Yeah, maybe Yunho was right. But still.

Wooyoung rushed to explain, "I swear it was an accident I-"

"Wooyoung. We need to go, you can tell him all about it later," Yunho interrupted.

"Since when did you become the adult?" Wooyoung sulked.

"Since San put me on babysitting duty," Yunho retorted

"Hyung! I am not a baby."

Yunho looked at Y/N, "I want to say 'Sorry, he isn't always like this' but I'd be lying."

Wooyoung's cheeks were burning and he covered his face with his hands.

Y/n chuckled and reached forward to take Wooyoung's hands away from his face, "It's alright, I like it."

And he wasn't lying. Wooyoung was definitely going to bring some excitement into his otherwise dull life.

"As I said though, I hate to cut this short but I'm sure Y/n also has somewhere to be."

He nodded reluctantly and Wooyoung's face fell. He really was like a puppy.

"Give me your number and I'll call you later, okay?" He held his phone out so Wooyoung could type his number into it.

"Promise?" Wooyoung asked as he took it.

He nodded and Wooyoung grinned brightly before quickly typing his number in. He quickly called himself from y/n's phone.

"There. Now I have yours too!" He announced as he cut the call.

He returned the cell phone and squeezed his hand before Yunho was once more dragging him away by the back of his collar.

"See you later!" Wooyoung called out with a wave as he let his tall friend drag him down the walkway.

Y/n smiled and waved him off.

He stood rooted in place still for a while after Wooyoung and Yunho had disappeared from sight, smiling stupidly.

He'd found him.

Then reality struck him.

Jongho was waiting for him.

Hopefully, Jongho would be more understanding than Wooyoung's professor but somehow he doubted it.

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hoshalicious · 10 months

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birthday boy • k.ys

a/n : happy happy birthday to one of my favorite boys ^^. i love you so much yeosang and i hope you have a fantastic day <3 -daisy

cw / tws : food mentions

wc: 1513

your boyfriend turned twenty-four today and although he says that he is not an old man, he sure is being grumpy.

“yeosang wake up, it’s your birthday,” you practically squeal at him. he groans, looking at the clock that tells him it is currently nine forty-five in the morning.

“let me sleep in, it’s my birthday” yeosang tells you as he puts his arm over his eyes to try and keep the sleep from leaving him prematurely. you move to the bed and you sit on top of him, moving to hold his arm and rest his hand against your face.

“i made you homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast since it’s your birthday so you gotta wake up because they’re still warm” you say as you pout. he tries to hold back his grin but ultimately fails.

“okay baby, i’ll get up since you made me breakfast,” he smiles back at you, forgetting that he wanted to sleep in. you smile at him brightly.

“okay, now give me a kiss”. he moves to a seated position and gives you a gentle kiss before resting his face into the crook of your neck, not wanting to leave the familiarity of your arms just yet.

“yeosang, i love you and want to hold you too, but the cinnamon rolls are going to get cold” you pout at him and he nods, giving you another kiss before you both move to the table to eat the breakfast that you prepared for his birthday.

after the two of you ate your breakfast yeosang wanted to spend the middle of his day with you. yeosang was never the one who wanted to do much on his birthday, when it came time to celebrate the occasion, it was left to you and his seven best friends to give him a memorable and joyous birthday. you both knew that his seven best friends were coming over around dinner time to eat and have a few drinks, in the window of time before that was spent doing miscellaneous things that yeosang had came up with.

he had you acting out his favorite scenes with him from movies he enjoyed to making different colored lip balms with crayons, eyeshadow, and vaseline. you two were having so much fun together that you almost realized too late that his friends would be on the way in a few short hours.

it was around five pm now, and his friends would be there by six-thirty. the both of you began cleaning the messes you had made as you both had been all over the place and you finished, just in time to hear a series of loud frenzied knocks from his friends outside.

yeosang went to go answer the door and everyone came in, quickly filling up the living room. it is quiet for a minute or so, everyone smiling at each other. it was nice to take in the presence of your boyfriend and all the people he cared about so much.

on the other hand, yeosang was taking in the sight of all of his best friends and his partner. almost all of his favorite people are in the same room, and even though he acts like he doesn’t mind celebrating his birthday, he looks forward to the same scene every single year. yeosang never gets tired of spending time with the people he loves, but he endears it so much more when there is a day they think just solely of him and his growth.

yeosang being deep in his thoughts did not notice yunho or jongho coming towards him in the slightest, engulfing him in a hug from both sides of him. the rest of you shortly follow. yeosang is engulfed in a hug for a while before everyone decides to let up.

you, seonghwa, and wooyoung enter the kitchen, getting ready to begin cooking and baking for yeosang’s birthday. some people may ask why you don’t just buy a cake and order takeout, but everyone just likes it better this way. yeosang gets to talk with the majority of his friends and you get to steal the friends of his that can cook, and it is never a dull moment cooking and baking with them. seonghwa and wooyoung usually do the main food courses while you bake and decorate the cake. you three have grown to like the system and routine that has been created and followed over the years that you all have celebrated yeosang’s birthday.

after the food is done and set out in the living room, the only room that can seem to fit everyone, you all begin to eat and talk with each other. the conversation is mostly geared towards yeosang, some of which he probably wishes wasn’t brought up based by how he has turned shades of pink when some were telling their favorite stories with yeosang.

at the end of the meal, you excuse yourself to go get the cake. san offers to go with you, knowing that you can be clumsy at times. you happily accept his help not wanting to mess up what you worked hard on. you and san come back from the kitchen, you bring the lighters and the candles to put on the cake after san sets it down on the coffee table in the centre of the living room.

you begin to put the candles in the shape of “two” and “four” on the center of the cake. as you light the candles you say,

“i wanted to get twenty-four individual candles but yeosang said there was no way he would blow them all out so i had to get these two instead,” you roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend who is now trying to explain to wooyoung that he is fun but he did not want the hassle of blowing out twenty-four individual candles. yeosang moves so he can blow out the candles easier and closes his eyes as he does so, opening them to you and the members smiling at him.

“oh my god guys we didn’t sing happy birthday,” you say completely shocked that you all had forgotten. it didn’t take long before everyone was obnoxiously singing happy birthday, yunho making sure that he was being the loudest with his words.

wooyoung moves closer to yeosang, “so what did you wish for?” he asked cheekily.

“you know i can’t tell you what i wished for, woo.” yeosang told him. wooyoung never fails to ask yeosang what he wished for, and yeosang never failed to give him the same answer.

wooyoung pokes his cheek out at yeosang, because “obviously he needs to give me a kiss if he can’t tell his bestfriend what he wished for on his birthday” and yeosang obliges him, knowing that he either had to give the kiss or reveal his wish.

everyone is eating the cake you prepared and talking, and within an hour and a half everyone is beginning to get ready to go home. everyone is leaving, making sure to tell yeosang happy birthday and thank you for the cake and food.

once everyone is gone, you plop down on the couch and yeosang isn’t too far behind. he clings to you on the couch just now realizing how low his social battery has gotten. you feel yeosang moves his head to look up at you and he smiles.

“what’s up yeosang? i know you want to tell me something” you say to him, seemingly able to read him at all times.

“i know i wasn’t supposed to tell you my wish but…” he tells you, lowering his voice as he ends his sentence.

“but…?” you ask, now very curious on that wish of his actually was.

“can we please binge watch the avengers until we fall asleep?” he asked you.

“yes of course” you told him, thinking it was a bit silly that he asked you, he should have known you would have said yes but when he responded “really?” you were now curious as to why he thought you would have said no.

“well, you have been doing things for me all day, so i didn’t want to force you to do this with me if you didn’t want to” he tells you. you frown at him, feeling bad that he thinks you didn’t enjoy doting on him today.

“yeosang, it’s your birthday. i wanted to do all of these things with you, and i get excited for your birthday because i get to dote on you like this. please don’t feel bad, i enjoy it”. he eases at your words, and goes to turn on the beginning of the franchise.

“also, i know i don’t have anything physical to give you for a gift, but i may or may not have rented an airbnb with an indoor theatre for three days next week so we could binge watch this there.” you say this quietly trying to not have a really giddy reaction.

“you never have to get me anything, you are enough. AND REALLY?”

#kpop #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez yeosang #yeosang scenarios #ateez scenarios #yeosang fluff #yeosang imagines #ateez yeosang fluff #happy birthday yeosang

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Kiss Another Member’s Cheek ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

“Happy Birthday,” you spoke, your smile turned up as soon as you spotted San, walking away from Seonghwa’s side.

“Thank you,” San replied as you walked over to him, giving him a hug coupled with a kiss against his cheek before pulling back away from him again.

As soon as you turned back around you could feel Seonghwa staring across at you. “You don’t even kiss me on my birthday and yet you kiss his cheek?”

“Shut up,” you groaned, hitting against Seonghwa’s arm, “you know that I give you plenty more than just a kiss on your birthday.”

Just as you finished speaking, a squeal came from San to overpower you. “None of us want to hear about what you do or don’t give Seonghwa on his birthday.”

“That’s true, it’s about you today,” you smiled back across to San.

“Is a kiss on my cheek my only gift?”

Your head shook at the smug smile that was on his face, “there’s a couple of gifts from the two of us that are in the back of my car if you want them.”

“Will they annoy Seonghwa more than the fact that you just kissed my cheek?” San asked, unable to stop himself from teasing.

“I can get Y/N to take them back if you want to mess with me.”

“I’m sorry, I’d love to have my gifts guys.”

Hongjoong:

“I dare you to kiss Mingi’s cheek,” Yeosang told you as you asked for a dare, looking across to Hongjoong sat beside you.

“It’s just a dare,” he shrugged, trying his best to seem unbothered, although the look on his face soon told you that he felt otherwise.

Your eyes raised across at him, shuffling slightly across in Mingi’s direction. “Are you sure?” You pushed as Mingi too shuffled closer towards you.

“Y-yeah,” Hongjoong responded, giving himself a moment to ponder before nodding his head in reply to your question.

You leaned across and pressed a kiss against Mingi’s cheek before quickly looking back across at Hongjoong. “You don’t look happy,” Yeosang laughed.

“Where’s your smile gone?” You teased across at Hongjoong too.

“It’s a kiss on the cheek, no big deal.”

You struggled to hold back your laughter as Hongjoong pulled you back to sit next to him again. “Would it help you if I kissed your cheek now too?”

“You can’t just kiss my cheek,” Hongjoong protested, “that puts me on the same level as Mingi for you.”

“Kissing you isn’t a dare for me though, not like Mingi.”

“I don’t care, I want more.”

Yunho:

“You guys were amazing,” you complimented as the boys came off stage, Wooyoung being the first one to walk down the stairs.

“Thank you,” Wooyoung smiled back at you, walking over to give you a hug, feeling you press a kiss to his cheek too as he passed you by.

A groan came from further up the stairs as Yunho looked down at what you were doing. “What are you playing at?” He asked you as soon as you met his eyes.

“What do you mean what I’m playing at?” You quizzed, greeting Mingi next as he walked past you, pressing a kiss against his cheek too.

Yunho marched down so that he was the next member in front of you, “stop kissing all of their cheeks before you kiss mine, I’m your priority.”

“I’d have gotten to you eventually,” you jokingly assured him.

“That’s not good enough, I’m number one.”

Your eyes rolled as the rest of the boys came down, all walking straight past you. “What’s to say that I want to kiss your sweaty cheek anyway?”

“They all have sweaty cheeks too,” Yunho protested, “stop picking on me and ruining my adrenaline high Y/N.”

“Sorry, come here, the show was amazing.”

“Of course, we’re always amazing.”

Yeosang:

“Hey,” Yeosang mumbled behind you as he watched you press a kiss to Jongho’s cheek as you greeted him for the first time.

“What do you mean hey?” You quizzed as you turned back around to see Yeosang tapping against his cheek, silently beckoning him over to you.

Your head shook as you walked over and pressed a kiss against Yeosang’s cheek too. “I know you’ve not seen us for a while because of tour, but that was mean.”

“What was mean?” You joked back at him, “I’ve kissed the boys’ cheeks plenty of times before, is it Jongho you’ve got a problem with?”

With that, Jongho walked back across to the two of you. “Yeah, are you worried that Y/N might end up fancying me more if she ends up kissing my cheek?”

“There’s no way that she’d fancy you,” Yeosang quickly assured him.

“I’m not that bad to look at.”

Your head continued to shake as the two of them went back and forth for some time. “Maybe I’ll fix this and never kiss anyone else’s cheek again.”

“No,” Yeosang bluntly told you, “you have to kiss my cheek again, I’m your boyfriend, it’s basically a law Y/N.”

“Then stop being so mean to your friends.”

“Yeah, stop being so mean to me.”

San:

“I’m alright,” Seonghwa assured you as you looked knowingly across at him, hanging back from the rest of the boys as you moved around.

“Your face tells me otherwise,” you smiled, walking over towards Seonghwa, wrapping your arms around him, “cheer up, it’s alright.”

“I’m already cheered up,” Seonghwa joked, feeling you press a kiss against his cheek before pulling away from him, glancing across at him one more time.

“How come when I’m feeling down you don’t kiss my cheek?” San pouted as he looked back to see where you were.

Your eyes rolled as you looked back across at San, “this isn’t about you, it’s about Seonghwa,” you teased, pressing your hands against his puffed-out cheeks.

“I’m your boyfriend though,” San quickly reminded you.

“And you’ve got a smile on your face.”

San’s head shook as he shot a glare across at Seonghwa, “tell me what’s wrong so that I can be pouty and then Y/N will kiss me instead.”

“Are you trying to help cheer me up or are you genuinely jealous?” Seonghwa quizzed, “either way it’s working.”

“Am I cheering you up? That wasn’t my aim at all.”

“Making you jealous makes me happy.”

Mingi:

“I did it,” Yunho cheered as he walked into the studio, showing the boys the contract that he had signed to appear on a new show.

“We knew you’d do it,” Seonghwa smiled, as one by one the boys all stood up and gave Yunho a hug, leaving you until last to speak to him.

“I told you that you’d get the gig,” you grinned across at Yunho, pressing a kiss against his cheek as you pulled him into a hug, “you’re perfect for it.”

“Thank you Y/N,” Yunho replied, “I couldn’t have done it without you constantly telling me not to doubt myself.”

As you spun back around, you noticed Mingi’s eyes on you both. “Apparently you couldn’t do it without Y/N kissing your cheek too,” he mumbled to himself.

“It was just a kiss on his cheek,” you quickly reassured Mingi.

“Stop being so jealous all the time.”

Mingi shot a glare quickly across at Yunho, shaking his head. “I’m not jealous, but last time I checked you weren’t Y/N’s partner for her to kiss you.”

“She didn’t kiss me,” Yunho chuckled back at him, “a peck on the cheek is nothing, friends do it all the time.”

“Yeah, well last time I checked we weren’t European.”

“You really are so dramatic Mingi.”

Wooyoung:

“Stop it,” Wooyoung laughed as he watched you press a kiss against Hongjoong’s cheek, knowing that you were annoying him.

“Stop what?” You grinned, moving away from Hongjoong as he felt Wooyoung’s eyes quickly narrowing across at him in frustration as he watched you.

“You’re so mean,” Wooyoung groaned with a shake of his head, “you’re only doing this because you know that you’re irritating me, I know you Y/N.”

“Doing what?” You continued to innocently ask with a shrug of your shoulders, “I don’t think that I’m doing anything now.”

Your smile continued to grow as you dug further and further under Wooyoung’s skin. “Kiss his cheek again and I promise that I’ll be able to get revenge on you.”

“You sound annoyed, are you alright?” You asked Wooyoung teasingly.

“You’re the worst person Y/N.”

Your eyes widened in surprise back across at him, “I can’t believe that you’d say such a thing, what have I ever done to you to make you say that?”

“Are we just going to pretend that you’ve not just stood there and kissed Hongjoong’s cheek?” He questioned.

“That depends, did me doing that make you moody?”

“You know full well that it did.”

Jongho:

“What was that?” Jongho questioned as soon as he looked up after hearing the shutter go of the camera that Yunho was holding.

“What was what?” You asked as you stepped away from Seonghwa after having your photo taken with him by Yunho. “What’s with the massive pout?”

You pulled Jongho over to one side as he looked across at you with sad eyes. “Why did you just kiss his cheek?” Jongho simply asked you in confusion.

“Yunho told us to do something silly,” you tried to explain, but from the shake of Jongho’s head, he wasn’t having any of it.

A sigh came from him as he looked back over to where Seonghwa was stood, “you shouldn’t be kissing his cheek, my cheeks are the only cheeks that you kiss.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would upset you,” you responded to him.

“Will Yunho delete the photo?”

Your shoulders shrugged as a smile crept onto Jongho’s face, “if it upsets you that much, I’ll go over and ask him if he can delete the photo that he took.”

“Tell him he can take one of you kissing my cheek,” Jongho suggested, “he can keep that photo if he wants to.”

“Is it Yunho who wants to? Or you who wants to?”

“I might want to take it a little bit.”

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