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atinycafe · 9 months
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MEETING HYUNG LINE ATZ 4 THE FIRST TIME — headcanons
pairing: ateez hyung line (psh, khj, jyh, kys) x fem!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 4.2k warnings: different aus for each boy, violence + language + annoying man hitting on reader (hwa's part), groping and sexual harassment by creep (yuyu's part) + mention of needles and blood (yeo's part), petnames note: this weirdly took me so long that's why i didn't post my usual tiny drabbles these past days, like i think you can actually see me lose interest in writing this as you go on further and further in the post, but anyway if you like it, feel free to tell me so i can write 4 the maknae line, feel free to request anything, i'll write it 4 u bb, also completely out of context but yeosang's initials are crazy like sir?? masterlist
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  ○˳   🎭   idol!hongjoong x model!reader (1.3k)
you ready yourself for what lies ahead, inhaling soft breaths to steady your nerves. you make a conscious effort not to bite on your acrylic nails, a habit that helps alleviate your stress. standing in a line filled with seasoned models, you find yourself at the forefront.
this marks your first time opening for a catwalk show, and it happens to be for balmain, one of your favorite brands. you can sense the gaze of more experienced mannequins piercing the back of your head, intensifying your desire to disappear completely.
excitement courses through you, but it is overshadowed by overwhelming anxiety. your stomach tightens beneath the long black bodycon dress. the excessively high heels dig uncomfortably into your feet, and the black fur coat feels hot and itchy against your skin. a golden necklace dips between your breasts, accentuating the deep v-cut of your dress.
gazing down at your legs, you can feel the tightness of the dress, accentuating their curves forcefully. the thought of appearing awkward while attempting to strut along the runway plagues your mind. you pout and try to recall the words of your therapist, assuring yourself that everything will be okay, despite your rising anxiety.
the staff begins the final checks on the models, informing you that the show will commence in 10 minutes. everyone nods, preparing themselves. some models ask their personal assistants to double-check their hair and makeup, while others place their healthy smoothies on the large tables at the sides.
you remain still, already prepared, though the weight of the coat on your body feels burdensome. breathing becomes a challenge, but you push through the discomfort. fake it till you make it—perhaps the placebo effect can work in your favor now; you desperately need it.
you all stand behind the grand curtains, the sound of music signaling the beginning of the show. having practiced a new, slightly more sensual catwalk routine for this occasion, you convince yourself that everything will be fine. however, the fuck ass coat… it weighs so heavily upon you.
recognizing your cue, you part the curtains on the first drop of the music. the lights dramatically illuminate your silhouette as you push your anxiety to the back of your mind, casting a seductive smirk toward the audience on either side of the runway.
you start strutting slowly, each step perfectly synchronized with the bass of the song. you know you look good, feeling your hips sway enticingly. yet, you can't help but notice the tightness in your chest and the sudden difficulty in breathing. fuck that damn coat.
quickly contemplating your options, you realize no one is behind you. if you take a dramatic pause, it won't disrupt the flow. and so, you do just that. in the middle of the runway, you come to a halt, gracefully turning on yourself as if putting on a show for the spectators. removing your coat, you reveal the backless dress beneath, flinging the fur onto someone seated in the front row. gasps of astonishment ripple through the crowd, and the camera flashes multiply, blinding you to the identity of the recipient of your 10-kilogram coat—only catching a glimpse of orange hair.
resuming your stride, you are well aware that this impulsive act will likely be splattered across social media for months. you suppress a laugh as you imagine the dramatic edits that will ensue. with the burden of the coat lifted, you finally feel free from the weight that had fueled your anxiety.
having completed the walk flawlessly, you now find yourself in your own small cubicle—a room of your own, courtesy of your friendship with olivier rousteing. seated in a chair, donning simple shorts and a t-shirt, you sip on your americano. your
face is adorned with a white face mask as you stare intently at something on your phone, hugging your knees.
the door creaks open, and you assume it's your assistant finally arriving to inform you that your uber has arrived. pushing against the dressing table, you swivel the rolling chair to face the door, only to be met with a stranger.
both of your mouths hang open in surprise, and you simply gaze at each other in disbelief. you, because you find yourself face-to-face with one of your favorite singers, hongjoong from ateez. and him, because he didn't expect you to look so adorable after witnessing the mature show you put on just thirty minutes ago.
"uhh, can i help you?" you ask, swiftly removing the mask and straightening yourself, coughing softly in awkwardness.
"uh, yeah, you… umm, dropped this earlier," he points to the weighty coat in his grasp, and your jaw drops once more.
you just threw that coat at kim fucking hongjoong. you wish you could disappear.
"oh shit, sorry, i…" you begin to stand up, almost causing the cup of americano in your lap to tumble. but you catch it in the nick of time, your reflexes acting swiftly, even as your embarrassment threatens to engulf you. "did it hurt?" you blurt out in a quick squeak.
did it hurt? did it hurt?? you must be out of your damn mind. what kind of question is that? your face flushes, and the redhead before you can only stare in shock before bursting into laughter.
"shit sorry, 'm not making fun of you, i promise precious," he manages to say in between wheezes, tears forming in his eyes. "no, it didn't. don't worry about me. i'm stronger than i look." you let out an awkward laugh, finding some amusement in the situation as well, and you wipe at your face, feeling exhausted. it's only 9 pm, but you've been at this place since dawn. hongjoong notices the tired smile on your face and straightens up.
"i didn't know who to give it to. i figured since you… uhh, wore it," he trails off, hoping you'd understand that he didn't want to waste your time.
"that's so nice of you, if i were you i would've kept it to be honest," you laugh, finally starting to feel at ease. and he smiles.
he smiles. your brain goes haywire at the sight, and you can't help but make a quick remark, "could i get your autograph?"
he looks at you as if you've just asked him the most improbable thing in the world, and you bite your lip, scolding yourself internally for getting too comfortable. "sorry, you don't have to—"
"no no no, it's alright. i just didn't think you… knew me," now it's your turn to look at him in the same way he did, and you're at a loss for words.
you try to formulate a response, attempting to convey that he's rather daft for being surprised that you recognize him. but before you can speak, your assistant finally enters the room, holding your considerably lighter coat. he eyes hongjoong up and down, and then turns to you, pointing at him discreetly.
"isn't that the guy you keep fangirling over?" your horror-stricken gaze meets your assistant's, while hongjoong hides his face behind the fur coat, muffling his laughter within the material.
your assistant fails to read the room and continues, "anyway, your uber's there. come
out whenever you're ready, but make it quick, guys." he gives both of you a knowing look, and you stare back in a mix of confusion and disbelief. he places your brown coat on the chair next to hongjoong and closes the door behind him as he exits.
"sorry about him, man. he's weird. don't mind him," you start, tossing the empty cup of americano into the trash along with the face mask you had worn. as you reach for your brown clothing, you pass by hongjoong, noticing how his eyes follow you, his smile never fading. his cologne wafts around him, but you resist the urge to inhale deeply. while putting on your coat, hongjoong finally smirks.
"i'll give you my autograph next time i see you, along with that coat. in exchange, give me your number."
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○˳   🏍️   gangster!seonghwa x chaebol!reader (0.9k)
you're chilling in the vip section of one of seoul's most famous clubs. having a blast with your girlfriends, clinking glasses, and laughing uproariously. everyone around recognizes you as the daughter of a prominent politician, shamelessly having a good time with other influential figures' daughters, but they mind their own business.
you feel the judgmental gazes on you, but you try to ignore them, not wanting to let them ruin your night. your father wasn't the best person, openly feasting on the public's taxes. he was awful both in public and private. you're relieved he's a deadbeat dad, with his messed up personality, you don't have to deal with him.
you'd rather spend his ill-gotten money on clubbing and shopping, reclaiming a small piece of what he's taken from the nation. it might be foolish, but hey, you're just a young girl. what else can you do?
your thoughts are interrupted when one of your girls grabs your arm, slurring about wanting to dance. you both giggle as her words come out in slow motion. you stand up, letting her lead you onto the dance floor.
you move to the beat, her body pressed against your back, her hands caressing your bare waist as yours wave in the air. she leans in, her nose brushing against your hoop earring, and she shouts over the loud music about a guy who keeps checking you out. you turn to her, silently asking "where?" and she points behind you.
you pivot, following her gesture, and lock eyes with a man sitting in a vip section similar to yours. he's at the edge of a circular seat, accompanied by seven other guys. as his gaze meets yours, he smirks, the club's lasers reflecting off the grills in his mouth. you flash a smile, then turn away, acting unfazed. your friend catches on, throwing her head back in laughter as she teasingly grabs a handful of your ass. both of you erupt in fits of giggles, behaving like immature high school students.
the night carries on, and you grow tired of dancing. the other girls have joined you on the dance floor, so you leave them and head to the bar. you ask the bartender for a glass of water, hoping to refresh yourself a bit. suddenly, you feel a large hand on the small of your back. you smile, assuming it's the stranger from earlier, but when you turn around, your smile fades. it's some random guy, much older, and you recoil in disgust, smoothing over the spot he touched with your palm.
"ew, back off. not interested," you say dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. you shift your focus to the bartender, who gives you a sympathetic smile. he places the glass of water in front of you and goes off to clean other glasses.
the man, who still hasn't budged from behind you, snatches your drink and takes a sip. you look at him, utterly shocked, thinking, "what the fuck does he think he's doing?" he carelessly drops the cup right next to your hand on the table, causing the water to splash onto your fingers, making you flinch.
"water? nah, let me get you something good, babe. what do you want? i can get you anything," he yells at the bartender, who gives you a questioning look. you shake your head in refusal. when the guy sees that you both ignore him, he starts getting agitated.
"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps at you. funny, you were thinking the same thing. "you think you're better than me or something? i know who you are, you bitch. just because your daddy's th—"
before he can finish his sentence, his head slams onto the table, and he crumples to the floor, leaving a streak of blood where his nose hit the wood. you turn to the person who just knocked him out.
"seonghwa, nice to meet you, pretty. sorry about him. he won't bother you anymore," he says calmly as he takes a seat next to you, motioning for someone to remove the unconscious body. you stare at him in astonishment before taking a sip of your water, letting the cool liquid calm you down.
he signals the bartender, who swiftly approaches, discussing a glass on the rocks. the older man nods unsteadily. taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyes wander over his face. he's attractive, but that's not what catches your attention. the dragon tattoo peeks out from his shirt, extending along the side of his neck. it's the symbol of the notorious gang and, surprisingly, the owners of the club you're in.
"you often handle paying patrons like that?" you inquire, taking another sip of your water and gazing straight ahead.
now it's his turn to feel your gaze on his profile, and you can hear his chuckle. "i only do that to the ones who scare the highest-paying patrons," he cleverly replies, alluding to your wealthy background. you roll your eyes and turn to face him, resting your elbows on the table and propping your cheek on your fists.
"'m not paying for my water, you are," you state, and he laughs, mimicking your posture by resting his cheek on his hand.
"am i now? and why would i do that, pretty?" he smirks. you can now see the details of his grills more clearly, small diamonds adorning the silver jewelry, and you smirk right back at him. a few strands of hair fall across your face as your body shakes with laughter.
"'cause you got a crush on me," you drawl out the last word, your smile widening, your cheeks starting to hurt. he moves one hand to your face, gently brushing the hair away with a feather-light touch, and chuckles softly.
"such a smart girl."
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  ○˳   🚟   student!yunho x student!reader (0.8k)
you gaze down at the subway floor beneath your feet, gripping your eyes tightly. the train compartment is packed to the brim, the morning rush causing people to scramble and squeeze together. however, you're well aware that the hand grazing against your skirt is no accidental result of the cramped space.
clenching your fists, you lean your forehead against the windowpane of the door ahead, seeking solace in the cold surface. a scream wells up within you, the desire to make a scene overwhelming, but this is the first time such a thing has happened to you. frozen, you're unable to react.
your eyes sting with tears, and you attempt to hold them back, but they refuse to be contained. small droplets trickle down your cheeks, and you gently brush them away with the sleeves of your uniform.
suddenly, the subway screeches to a halt, reaching a new station before the doors slide open in front of you. you lower your gaze to the floor, your hair partially obscuring your face, and you notice only one pair of jordan 4 sneakers and a pair of pants resembling the ones worn by boys in your school. your curiosity leads you to glance up swiftly, and there stands one of the tallest boys you've ever seen. he's a stranger, someone you've never crossed paths with before, but you surmise he must be a new student at your school, given the familiar uniform.
he stares at your face, taking note of the tear tracks on your cheeks, then casts a quick glance behind you, piercing through the person who has been violating your boundaries for the past five minutes. in an instant, he connects the dots, understanding the situation, and his expression changes from shock to anger.
he steps into the train, forcefully grabbing the man behind you before hurling him out with a powerful throw. the man lands on his rear with a grunt, and before he can utter a word, the doors seal shut.
you have no time to react as more people flood in through the other subway doors, inadvertently pushing against your body. almost losing your balance, the boy behind you grabs your forearm, turning you around and gently pressing you against the door. his hands shield you from the surrounding crowd, his larger and stronger frame providing protection.
you can only gaze up at him, fear evident in your wide eyes, while he looks down at the others around him, his face reflecting displeasure as people jostle against him. eventually, he looks back at you, and his expression softens.
"sorry for touching you like that," he whispers, and you feel a tug at your heart, strangely soothed by his voice despite his recent shoving and pushing.
"like what?" you respond softly, perplexed because he has nothing to apologize for; in fact, he did the complete opposite by helping you fend off the harasser.
he simply gestures toward your forearm with his long finger, not even making contact, alluding to the moment he turned you to face him.
"oh," you glance down at your arm, "'s alright," you say awkwardly.
silence hangs between the two of you. you try not to dwell on how close he is to you, but this time, the proximity doesn't make you uncomfortable. while yunho gazes upward, deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes, he can't help but notice their beauty—the way they shine so brightly with tears—making him feel breathless, as though he could suffocate if he stares for too long, forgetting to breathe.
"by the way, thank you for, umm…" you finally manage to speak, still unable to meet his gaze as his eyes find their way back to you, "you know, yeah, thanks."
he's about to reply, insisting it was nothing, when the door behind you opens. a gasp escapes your lips as you begin to lose your balance, but his hand instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer and helping you regain stability.
he tries to create distance between you, but the stream of people surging in from behind prevents it. the next station is even more crowded than the previous, as it draws nearer to downtown. pressed tightly against his chest, your left cheek resting against his pec, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. the closeness causes his ears and neck to turn bright red.
once both of you step out of the subway, finally arriving at the station that leads to your school, you release a weary sigh simultaneously. at the sound, you look at each other and share a soft chuckle.
walking in the same direction, you have a feeling that getting this close to yunho won't be a one-time occurrence.
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  ○˳   💉   doctor!yeosang x patient!reader (1.2k)
"so, how did that happen?" yeosang mumbles as he checks out the open gash on your hairline, his gloved hands carefully examining the wound. you wince in pain when he applies a bit too much pressure, and he gives you an apologetic look before returning to his seat, tossing the gloves into the tiny trash can beside him.
you're in one of the er rooms, sitting on the examination table, and you're grateful for the blood smeared on your face, hiding the blush you can't help but feel around the cute doctor. you nervously bite your lip, and he notices, reaching out with his thumb to release your poor lip from the clutches of your teeth. you don't overthink the gesture; after all, he's a doctor who doesn't want you to cause another injury to your face.
raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he expects an answer to his previous question. you fiddle with your fingers, trying to come up with a response that won't embarrass you. eventually, you let your shoulders slump in defeat and clear your throat.
"my friend, uh, told me a joke, and it made my stomach hurt. i clutched my stomach," you explain, and he nods along, ensuring he follows the story. "but then, when i bent down too fast, i ended up smacking my head on the glass table and, umm, breaking it…"
he hides his face behind his palm, scribbling something in the paper placed in your folder. you can tell from the shaking of his shoulders that he's laughing. he mumbles something about how the joke must've been really funny.
you offer a shaky smile as he explains the next steps you'll need to take at home. he mentions that you won't require sutures since he doesn't want any obvious scarring, which is a relief because you're not exactly fond of needles. he continues talking about the medications and creams you'll need to apply to your face every night and day for the next month. you agree with a soft nod, feeling the throbbing headache intensify with each movement.
he hands you a prescription paper, and as you reach for it, you nearly stumble, experiencing the same dizziness that preceded fainting. but he catches you in his strong arms with lightning reflexes. you pull back, clutching your head instead, as the headache reaches unbearable levels.
yeosang notices your distress and swiftly guides you back onto the bed, using the gentlest movements. he takes hold of your chin between his fingers and looks into your fluttering eyes as you struggle to keep them open. worry lines crease his forehead as he reaches into his front pocket, retrieving not a pen, but a small flashlight. he shines it in your face, swiftly passing it in front of your eyes to check for dilation.
"you've lost quite a bit of blood," he says, his jaw tensing with concern as he lightly traces the back of his fingers along your cheekbones. "i can't believe i missed that…"
you wave your hand dismissively, whispering that it's okay since you only recently started feeling the effects of the blood loss.
"do you know your blood type? we need to transfuse, sweetheart," he whispers, clicking on his laptop, most likely searching for your blood type in your folder, which isn't available since this is your first visit to this hospital. you don't dwell on the endearment, too focused on recalling your blood type from memory.
"no, sorry, i don't remember," you meekly reply, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. after all, what adult doesn't know their own blood type?
"it's okay," he reassures, turning to you with a soft smile. "i'll take a sample, send it to one of the nurses, and they'll find out for us, okay?"
the question is rhetorical, and you realize it. you don't bother mentioning your fear of needles; it's not that you're scared of them, but you just don't want them penetrating your body.
with wide eyes and clammy hands, you agree with a small nod. yeosang immediately notices your tension. your knee bounces up and down rapidly, and your hands tremble slightly in your lap. he doesn't say anything as he retrieves a disinfected syringe from a small plastic container, along with two tubes.
he brings a chair in front of you and takes a seat, bringing himself down to your level. you gaze at him through your lashes, and yeosang feels his heart skip a beat. he takes a deep breath, then gently holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs softly against your skin. he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his touch and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
"hey," he simply says, and you look at him, waiting for more. when no further words come, you respond with a quiet "hey" of your own.
"good, the patient is responsive, not a lifeless body," he smiles crookedly, cracking a joke that brings a smile to your face.
"wow, the patient is even smiling. today must be my lucky day," your smile widens, and he releases your hands. you hadn't realized how grounding his touch had been until it disappeared.
he grabs your arm and places your hand on his lap, palm facing up. he starts tapping the crook of your elbow since you're wearing a t-shirt, trying to locate your veins. when they don't appear, he clucks his tongue and takes hold of your smaller fist in his own, manually making your hand clench while his other hand remains on your forearm, attempting to raise a vein.
you remain silent and still, focusing on his concentrated expression. his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes remain fixed except for the occasional blink. his strong nose defines his face, and you notice the spot where he bites his cheek from inside his mouth. there's a small birthmark next to his eye, shaped like a tiny heart, and you find it endearing.
"enjoying the view?" he smirks, and before you can respond to defend your honor, he grabs the syringe, effectively silencing you. he tears open the packaging, discarding the waste on the table, and approaches your arm.
you flinch when he places a hand on your forearm, and he looks up at you with a gentle smile. however, the sight of the needle next to his face does little to calm you.
"'m gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that?" he asks, and you nod once, not planning on fixating on the impending puncture. "i'll make it quick, i promise, princess. do you trust me?" once again, you nod, this time thrown off balance by the endearing nickname, which he notices through the quiver of your lips.
"if i asked for your number, would you give it to me?" he shocks you with the question, as he's one of the most beautiful humans you've ever encountered, and here you are, looking like a complete mess with half your face covered in blood and a massive hole in your forehead.
"y-yeah, i would, obviously," you stammer, and he swiftly inserts the needle, hitting the vein accurately—something for which you're internally grateful. instinctively, you glance downward, but he quickly clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back.
"what did we say, eyes on me," he shows off his perfect teeth as he finally removes the needle, carefully transferring its contents into the two small bottles which he pushes aside. "now about this phone number."
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ro-written · 9 months
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[9:23 am]
you shifted in your bed as the streams of light penetrated through the white curtains. the smell of linen and eucalyptus filled your head as you dug your head further into the warmth engulfing you.
a low mm could be felt from your pillow, and it brought a smile to your lips.
"good morning sweetheart" you told your, as of yesterday, husband, his arm coming around to pull you closer to him.
"morning, my love." you always loved yunho's voice early in the mornings. especially now knowing that you get to hear it every time you wake up for the rest of your life.
"how'd you sleep?" you lifted your head up from where it had dug in to his side near his chest. his cheeks were slightly puffed and red, a sight that always made you chuckle, your chest full of an emotion you could only describe as sunshine after the coldest day. you shifted your body to sit up fully, crossing your legs. you moved your hands to either side of his face and gave his nose a kiss, which in turn had him grinning brightly at you.
"it was the best sleep of my life. especially now that i can call you jeong--"
"oh, you're so cheesy" you cut him off with a roll of your eyes, the smile telling him that you were far from serious with your statement.
"only for you, baby."
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flurrys-creativity · 1 year
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Pairing: Choi San (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end; Rating: sfw, PG-15; Warnings: one suggestive sentence at the end; Wordcount: 408
A/N: It’s based on this tiktok... please enjoy this time stamp and tell me what you think!
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San sat on the bed, mobile phone in one hand as he leisurely scrolled through the feed. He leaned back on his other hand and his legs spread over the sheet. Every now and then he glanced up towards the open bathroom door, waiting for you to come out. San was dressed up despite having chosen a simple white button up with a dark grey vest and black dress pants. He had rolled his sleeves up, showcasing his muscular arms.
You peaked out of the bathroom, nervously playing with your outfit. You still hid half behind the door when you cleared your throat and got his attention.
“Why are you so far away?” San asked with an amused expression, waving his hand with the mobile phone telling you to move closer. “Come here.”
You shook your head, biting on your lower lip and avoiding eye contact. You could feel the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks. Maybe this outfit wasn’t the best idea when it made you this nervous.
“No, no, no”, San spoke up, placing his phone on the bed and leaning forward, resting his lower arms on his thighs. He cocked his head to one side, eyeing you carefully. “C’mere.”
“I don’t think…”
“No”, San interrupted you, “come here. Hurry up. I wanna see you.” He tapped his knee with his right hand, underlining his statement. 
You brushed over your clothes with your fingertips again, gaze switching between your outfit and your waiting boyfriend. You saw him wave his hand once more, mouthing for you to hurry, hurry, hurry. Something inside your stomach fluttered and you chuckled nervously as you stepped out from behind the door, smoothing over the fabric again.
“C’mere”, San told you gently, holding one hand out for you to take. Once you accepted his hand, he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly. “You look incredible”, he whispered and kissed your cheek. A wide grin spread over his lips, showing the dimples in his cheeks. “You’re going to be the most beautiful person at the party!”
“I’ll look like the moon next to the sun when I’m with you”, you teased him and pecked his lips, still fumbling with your outfit.
“No, no, no! Tonight you will be the brightest star.” San leaned down and brushed his nose over yours, his fingers rhythmically tapping over your side and down to your thigh. “If we get there, that is.”
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wooandthesun · 2 years
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[22:11] seonghwa
your desk light burns through the night, with the surface of your table covered with layers and layers of paper, seemingly endless as some of them have even fallen to the floor. mindlessly, your hands moved to grip the roots of your hair. you were about to tug on them, but heard the faint call of your name, followed by hands abruptly removing yours from doing any damage to your hair.
“you should be asleep,” seonghwa spoke, concern thick in his voice. you shook your head, feeling yourself waver from how worried your lover sounded. the tears in your eyes that you weren’t willing to address at first dropped helplessly, staining your cheeks. of course your number one weakness had to be having someone care for you.
“i just.. i just need to get this in my head,” you whimpered, pressing your palm to your eyes. “i have to.”
“you won’t be able to do that in this state, baby,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. his thumb caressed your cheek, before he applied some pressure to give you a gentle massage. “let’s get some rest, yeah? you can try again tomorrow. i’ll help you the best i can, okay love?” he whispered by your ear before trailing kisses up your cheek, stopping at your temple.
though hesitant, you nodded in agreement, letting seonghwa guide you into bed, where you almost immediately succumbed to sleep. he gave your back rhythmic pats as you snuggled into his frame, feeling his warmth engulf you. the last thing you were conscious of was gentle shushing, lulling you into your well-deserved slumber.
a gentle reminder to always take care of yourself <3 so proud of you for whatever you’ve been working on, even if you feel like you haven’t progressed. thank you for trying today :)
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lixhive · 2 years
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list of old works
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these are all of my previous works! have fun exploring. if you don't see a member, it's because i didn't write any works for them.
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bts
jin neighbor with a crush [one] [lazy day] [8:45pm]
yoongi the mafia leader [one] [two] [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] hoodie [one] sweeter than suga [one] [two] [10:21pm] [3:27am]
hoseok not like the last [one] [2:47pm]
namjoon destined mates [one] [two] [7:35am] [say my name]
jimin guardian angel [one] [11:27pm]
taehyung hues of blue and grey [one] [touchy hands] [tease] [6:33am] [2:25am]
jungkook miss trouble [one] [11:13pm]
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monsta x
shownu [attention]
kihyun [a kiss]
joohoney [shopping]
changkyun [cuddles]
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got7
mark [1:03am]
jackson [12:00am]
jinyoung [my day off]
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ateez
seonghwa [3:23am]
hongjoong [12:12am]
yunho [7:34pm]
san [11:10pm]
mingi [8:29pm]
wooyoung [10:27pm] [4:24am]
jongho [1:05am]
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parkjiminiemouse · 2 years
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Matthew
Inspired by the song Matthew by Hey Violet. Continuation of Hongjoong’s 3:27 timestamp 
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You'd hate to know the coffee shop you loved, it closed down And the cigarettes you smoked, yeah, they're more expensive now
You toyed with the strawberry cigarettes in your hand, lip quivering as the world seemed to slow. Nothing felt right, it hadn’t from the moment Hongjoong left your life with nothing but the smell of artificial strawberries and tobacco. What had you done wrong? 
But I would take a million changes if it meant that you could stay here Why is it the quiet that you left seems so loud?
“Y/N? Hey...are you okay?” The voice sounded muffled compared to the overwhelming memories the pink box of strawberry cigarettes brought you. Snapping your head up, you offer your friend a weak smile. You hadn’t been the same since he left and it was clear to those close to you. 
I don't know, I don't know Why, oh, why you left
Memories of him played in your mind over and over as you sat on your neatly made bed. Staring at your hands you absentmindedly listened to your friend babble on and on about this new guy they liked. You wish you were happy for them like they were happy for you when you met Hongjoong. You felt shitty, you should be happy for them but you couldn’t bring yourself to even fake a smile. 
I can feel, I can feel Feel it in my chest Oh, no Don't go
Playing with your hands you give your blind date the best smile you could muster. You were only here because your friend begged you to go with them on their double date. Your blind date tried to hold your hand and you allowed it. His hands were coarse and rough, a contrast to how Hongjoong’s felt. 
Everything, everything Everything you were Sown into my soul, every vein and every nerve
You still had polaroids of him taped to your wall. Tears blurred your vision as you buried your face into your pillow. Your sobs were muffled as you kicked and thrashed around. Why had he left you? Everything was going so well. You both had your futures planned out, why had he strayed from that plan? 
I wish I still knew what your voice sounded like We talked for hours about a hundred different things every night And isn't it so lonely how I just can't recall them now Even though it's all that I have left of you and I
You stared down at the broken CD in your garbage can. Tears streamed down your face as you covered your mouth. You had broken the CD he gave you on your first date out of rage when you first figured out he had left you. You regret that now, you can’t even recall what he sounded like. Your plans of the future out the window, the same window he used to leave your life. 
Oh, please Don't leave
If you would have known he would leave you that night, you would’ve begged him not to. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t tell you, he didn’t want you to beg him, or else he wouldn’t have been able to leave. Sometimes, you lay in bed at night and just stare at the ceiling. Your mind filled with memories of the two of you. Sometimes you even wonder what he was up to now, where he was and if he was happy now that he was away from this town, away from you. 
You slipped like sand through my fingertips Cause I'm thinking about, did I love you enough?
Yes, you fought with Hongjoong but you always made sure he knew you loved him deeply. He knew that right? Maybe he didn’t. He wouldn’t have left if he knew how broken you would end up. Would he? Did he even care? Of course, he did. It must’ve been something you did. You didn’t love him enough, you gave him your whole heart but it still wasn’t enough. 
And I know I couldn't save you from yourself But I hold you inside
He always ran away from things, you knew that. He ran away from his home, from school, and always ran to the same destination, you. He was scared of being alone in silence because it allowed him to think. You were always there to fill the void, to fill the silence and erase his toxic thoughts. You never once thought you would be one of the things he ran away from. 
Would you haunt me until the day I die?
Your goodbye letter could never capture how much pain Hongjoong had left you with but you felt that your family and friends at least deserved closure. Hongjoong hadn’t given you closure and you knew how that felt. How it felt to live in mystery and shame and you didn’t want your family and friends to feel that too. You addressed everyone you knew in that letter, everyone you ever loved and cared about was there. The last few pages were dedicated to the love of your life, the person you cherished the most. 
As you drove along the quiet roads that led away from your town you knew deep down that the thoughts of him would always haunt you even during your last moments of life. A pained smile makes its way onto your face as you lit your last strawberry cigarette. The smell you had come to love you also hated, it pained you. Glancing down at the passengers' seat you catch a glimpse of the polaroids you took with you and the only thing you could do was reminisce with that pained smile on your face and that strawberry cigarette in your mouth. 
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sunshinezei · 4 months
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need to find my post abt needing to get a black hoodie to reblog but the beloved malfunction of a tumblr search feature <3
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yeonjunszn · 10 months
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ASAP!
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PAIRING! mark lee x f!reader
GENRES! fluff﹒crack﹒slice of life?
WARNINGS! as per usual, it is not a yeonjunszn smau without my sailors mouth — so mature language, coffee shop!au cause i work in one and couldn’t resist myself, this smau is actually a recreation of a yeonjun smau called cool it! by my bff past tumblr user yuitaru, manager mark era, kinda dumb reader (affectionate) era, milf lover jeno, insane jaemin and hyuck, chenle in his nepotism baby era tbh, there’s a fight scene somewhere, also annoying fluffy cute disgusting scenes here and there, an overt amount of coffee shop/barista references bc i am a master at my craft, mr. choi yeonjun has a cameo to pay homage to the original cool it!, ignore time stamps cause i was lazy lol, lmk if i missed anything!
FEAT! the rest of nct dream, yangyang + xiaojun + hendery from wayv, chaewon from le sserafim, sumin from stayc, mingi + the rest of the ateez ‘99 line, and yeonjun from txt
SUMMARY! you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.
STATUS! completed!
BEGINNING! june 1, 2023
END! august 31, 2023
MORE! HELLOOOO im back bffs 😵 did u miss me??? i have a quick little disclaimer for u guys so i don’t get accused of stealing 😻😻😻🫶
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thank u so much to rina my bff bestie soulmate for giving me the rights to recreate cool it! and sort of bring back such a fun smau </3 i’ve been working on asap! for quite some time now, between work and school, and i’m so excited i can finally share her with all of u 🫶 i do plan on going back to all my works that are on hold (including my 1k event LOL) but i was sort of burnt out for a while which is why i did all this in absolute silence 😋👍 anyway!! i hope i did her justice <3 send an ask to join the taglist!!
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PROFILES! mark’s biggest haters | espresso patronum | the rest of chenle’s coffee maids
ONE! please no tweeting on the clock, y/n!
TWO! manager zoned is crazy
THREE! BACK OF THE LINE PAL
FOUR! go work at mcdonald’s or something
FIVE! common chenle L
SIX! i always knew u were a furry
SEVEN! call me karen from mean girls
EIGHT! mark antis 1 - mark 0
NINE! the best ever (1.1k)
TEN! NANEUN ALCOHOL-FREE GEUNDE CHWIHAE
ELEVEN! YESSSS GO GIRL BOSS
TWELVE! i don’t owe u shit freeloader
THIRTEEN! force and sheer determination
FOURTEEN! yoooo mark how it be? what it do?
FIFTEEN! pick me choose me
SIXTEEN! lunch break (499)
SEVENTEEN! DONG SICHENG ?
EIGHTEEN! hey guys this is god
NINETEEN! i will force his hand into a blender
TWENTY! chocolate croissant (841)
TWENTY ONE! #xiaojun_out
TWENTY TWO! grinders and coffee beans (951)
TWENTY THREE! what is a marky/n
TWENTY FOUR! shaking shivering sobbing
TWENTY FIVE! every summertime (1.08k)
TWENTY SIX! worlds worst barista. fired.
TWENTY SEVEN! cool it
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aclowntiny · 10 months
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How Ateez Confess To You (Gender Neutral Reader)
This is a sort of continuation of how they are around their crush & also part of a request for @art-herog 😄 hope you enjoy 🥰
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Hongjoong
♡ Hongjoong overthinks this, like, a lot. He has perfectionist tendencies, so like anything else that has his name stamped on it his confession has to be perfect. But not for his glory, all because you deserve it. You deserve to have that perfect moment and feel like you bring the best out of him...which you do.
♡ He doesn't want to put on a show, make a big production of things, but his words have to come out right, so he writes them down again and again until he feels they're the best possible, just like lyrics. And then he practices because like hell is he reading his confession to you from a script!
♡ The next time you guys spend together it's evening. Hongjoong has probably been with you in the studio or working on an art project you were helping with, and even he is feeling cooped up. He announces that he needs to get out for a bit, would you join him? You, of course, say yes, ending up taking a stroll out onto a bridge late at night.
♡ The stars are out twinkling for you, but Hongjoong is too busy seeing them in your eyes as you two share ideas and goals. Finally, after a pause, he gets your attention, breath hitching at your eager, attentive smile. "It's been...such a pleasure- no, an honor- to get to know you, (y/n). You're an amazing person with wonderful ideas, and I hope to be there to see it when you achieve your dreams. And for all the fun in between, too," he adds with a grin, the way he's looking at you and his words sending a blush to your cheeks. "Ah, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want to be by your side and care for you. I have feelings for you, (y/n)."
♡ Your heart pounds, but you waste no time in responding. "And I you, Hongjoong. I could say all the same things right back to you. Except I'd like to add that I'll be doing plenty of taking care of you, too. I know you can be hard on yourself, but there's no need to be." Shyly, Hongjoong reaches over, taking your hand and gently running his thumb over the back of it. His hand feels warm compared to the cold breeze of the bridge. His smile widens, head shaking in amazement as his gaze flits between you and the brilliant map of starlight above. "What did I do to get so lucky?"
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Seonghwa
♡ He thinks about it a lot before it happens. Should he present you with a gift? Have a movie moment where you kiss at just the right time? Tell you every little amazing thing he loves about you before confessing?
♡ Then he realizes he's overthinking it and it'll all feel natural in the moment, so he resumes just spending time with you until that place to share his heart emerges.
♡ That opportunity presents itself in the form of an umbrella. You two are about to walk in the rain, Seonghwa pulling out his umbrella because of course he came prepared. He holds it above you two as you, laughing and dodging water, emerge. One umbrella with two people is a little difficult.
♡ Because of this, you end up pulling closer, holding onto his arm to keep in position, but then you realize and ask Seonghwa if what you're doing is ok and there's just something about the way you look at him, some great romance of this moment, and he just knows. "Yes, it's ok," he tells you with that soft, doe-eyed smile he always has for you, "I like it. I like you. I wish we could always walk like this."
♡ "Well," you smile back, tightening your loose grip, "we can." Seonghwa grins, rests his head on top of yours, and from there you two have a very special understanding.
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Yunho
♡ He definitely doesn’t want to flash mob you or anything, but does want to make it A Moment™
♡ Yunho’s plan is to get you alone, maybe ask you to hang out one on one, which if you don’t usually do that is sort of sign number one.
♡ He just invites you to take a walk, so it’s not like massive date energy but you guys go to a really pretty spot, a place to walk under trees in blossom, and the way Yunho’s looking at you like the greatest gift he’s ever gotten has you blushing.
♡ “This is really beautiful, Yunho. Thank you for inviting me today,” you share your appreciation. “I brought you to a beautiful place because I think you’re beautiful,” he confesses with a warm smile, “I really like you, so I wanted to ask you on a date properly. (y/n), may I take you out?"
♡ The confession leaves you breathless at first, but when you gain your bearings, you nod. "You definitely can. I would love that." Yunho gently takes your hand in his as you begin to walk again, glancing over to you with a smile before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. "I can't wait."
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Yeosang
♡ He goes back and forth in his head a bit about if he should say something or not, but one day when you’re hanging out you give him such a genuine, reassuring compliment he knows he has to at least make his feelings known.
♡ He isn’t sure what to do, or at least how he wants to do it, at first. However, he realizes overthinking it is the problem and decides to just tell you how he feels and see what you say. This is DEFINITELY not something Yeosang is about to do with the guys around, so he asks if you wouldn’t mind meeting him for coffee.
♡ The moment you walk in, you’ll see that huge smile he always has for you and his little wave and feel immediately reassured that he didn’t call to discuss something bad. Instead, Yeosang seems warmer than ever even if his usually unfailing eye contact drifts down toward the table a lot more. He remembered your order too, giggling a little at your congratulations on that.
♡ The both of you chat for a bit. Right as you start to assume he only called you so he wasn’t lonely at the café, though, is when he says your name suddenly, intently, and the eye contact returns. “It’s been really fun getting to know you,” he starts, “I- I’ve really enjoyed hanging out.” “Me too!” Your smile spurs him on. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, but would you ever be interested in going on a date?”
♡ When you say yes, of course you would, he grins, reaching across the table to grip your hand. “Then I’m going to take you on the best date ever.”
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San
♡ This man right here wants to make it romantic!!! 😤 If he’s confessing, he really likes you and wants it to show that he means it. It’s something that should be heartfelt and respectful, not just a casual ‘Hey, wanna go out?’
♡ With that in mind, he goes out and buys the prettiest bouquet he can find, presenting it to you when he sees you the next day. Your heart explodes at the sight of your handsome friend holding out an assortment of gorgeous flowers with a whispered “For you.”
♡ “You’re so sweet!” You exclaim as you accept the gift. “What are these for?” “Because I like you,” San blurts out with a dreamy smile, “you’re a wonderful person. I hope you know that.”
♡ San has always been affectionate to you. He genuinely seems to admire you, and the way he always tries to surprise you with things is so heartwarming. You just weren't expecting him to confess so spontaneously, so your jaw drops. "And if you just want to be friends, I'd love to still be your friend too, I can just not be as-" You shake your head. "No, San, I like you too, are you kidding?"
♡ The moment the words leave your mouth, San is scooping you up into his arms, his cheek against yours, and spinning you around. "Then I'm going to do my best to make you as happy as you make me, (y/n)!"
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Mingi
♡ He has no plan in his head about confessing bro it just happens
♡ You guys are hanging out, his heart going !!! at every little thing you do per usual 😌 You're watching a movie with the guys, and your eyes are on the screen, but his are on you. Like, what movie? Your reactions ARE the movie.
♡ The rest of Ateez start filing out of the room as the movie ends, heading off to bed, to get ready, or just have their own time to relax, but you stay on the couch chatting. "It would be cool to have archery skills like that, right?" "Yeah, totally!" Mingi agrees as he does to 99% of things you say, imitating shooting arrows. It's late, you're both a little punch-drunk, and somehow his little invisible archery has you guys cracking up.
♡ "No, but seriously," you ask, "if you could have a superpower, what power would you have?" Mingi is looking at you with the most precious smile, his chin resting on a pillow as he peers up at you, your animated motions, the late-night laughter and rumpling of your clothes, and somehow his mouth is forming words before his brain is. "Getting you to like me back."
♡ You freeze momentarily, sending a shock of panic down his spine, but before he can frantically correct himself, your lips break into a smile. "Ok, wow, that was really smooth. You already have that power, you know, Mingi." "I do???" "Yes!" You giggle. He grabs both your hands in his, waving them back and forth. "Yahoo! I'm going to take you on a date, then!"
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Wooyoung
♡ Oh boy…once again, no flash mob, but… You’re not getting confessed to by Wooyoung without some flair!
♡ He likes you so much, you deserve a show. Wooyoung decides to practice a whole entire choreography to show you, then invites you once he feels confident in it. He makes sure you have something soft to sit on, no hard studio floor for you 😌
♡ “That was great, Wooyoung!” You applaud as he finishes up. “Have you shown Hongjoong? Or maybe Yunho?” “No,” he shakes his head, sliding up to sit right next to you, eyes never leaving yours, “this was just for you.” “Well, I’m no idol choreographer, but that looked really-” “Because I like you.”
♡ Your heart leaps at the words, but Wooyoung jokes around like that a lot. He flirts a lot, so you assume he’s joking and just sort of laugh it off. That, though, is when he takes your hand. “No, I mean it.” He leans even closer, face mere inches from yours. “I really, really like you.”
♡ Maybe it’s something about the intensity with which he says it, maybe it’s the eye contact, heck, maybe it’s those dance moves you just were treated to, but whatever it is, it works. Between the rush of joy you’re feeling, Wooyoung’s big emotions, and your proximity, the moment he finishes saying that your lips are joined. You’re a bit surprised at how gently he kisses you, but that only cements the fact that he means it, he’s not just messing with you, he cares. And as he pulls away, he smirks, but pulls you close and tells you he can’t wait to give you the dream date you deserve.
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Jongho
♡ Oh boy… so this is where both sides of Jongho’s nature sort of clash. He’s a very straightforward person, but he also has a hard time expressing deep feelings. It takes him a lot of consideration, and when he does it it's very simple, but playful. Nothing sappy or awkward.
♡ He starts with dropping subtle hints, things you wouldn't even take to be personal. He'll ask questions like how you would feel about getting into a relationship, just nodding and listening when you said you were quite open to that, trying hard to suppress the wide smile that keeps threatening to rise to his lips. He'll start giving you more compliments to see how you react, enjoying the sight of your smile at them.
♡ It ends up having when the two of you are having a deeper conversation, just talking about your lives and things that have happened. Jongho just can't help himself when you tell him a really funny story, finishing by saying you wished he was there.
♡ "I wish I could have been there, too." "Oh, yeah, it would have been hilarious-" "No," he smiles with all the simple pride of a man making a dad joke, "I wish I could have been there because I like you. I always like being around you."
♡ Jongho's words are so simple, so matter-of-fact like it was the most obvious thing in the world, that you're shocked. "Really? You like me?" "Yes. But if you don't feel the same, then we can just forget I said anything, ok?" "Nope, I'm never forgetting that," you tell him, "because I like you too!" You feel him jump in surprise when you throw your arms around his neck, but smile when his hand slides around your waist, drawing you closer with warm satisfaction. When you pull away, Jongho's looking at you with a wide, gummy smile. "In that case, that'll be a yes on the date, then?"
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mingkist · 1 year
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ateez masterlist
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⇔ all of my ateez work in one place for you to navigate
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👾: smau series |🦋: smau series with 3-6 chapters | ☆ my fav! | ◇ : short smau fics | ✔️ : finished
◎ OT8
◇ can you send a picture? | part one | part two
◇ ateez on your instagram stories
◇ ateez as questionable texts
◇ ateez as unhinged texts | more unhinged texts ☆
◇ ateez reaction to their memes ☆
◇ sending flowers tiktok prank ☆
◇ would you still me if i was a worm?
◇ their s/o being bad drivers
◇ their s/o buying exotic pets I req
◇ texting ateez after a playful fight ☆
◇ ateez as your situationship
◇ ateez reaction to wearing bridal clothes | req
◇ ateez reaction to having a witch s/o | req
◇ ateez leaving reader for practice I req ☆
◇ random texts with bf ateez
◇ ateez twitter shenanigans
◇ ateez finds out they aren’t their s/o first bias
◎ time stamps
seonghwa: [8:45PM]
san: [5:35pm]
wooyoung: [2:56PM]
◎ park seonghwa
◇ seonghwa stories
◎ kim hongjoong
◇ boyfriend hongjoong texts
steeeam! 🦋✔️
she was a film major, and he was a music composer, could love be simpler?
◎ jeong yunho
◇ boyfriend yunho texts ☆
perhaps love 👾✔️ ☆
SM's new girl group centers around the concepts of Mythology and Astronomy. What would happen when the girls befriend half of the KPOP industry? That we will soon find out.
↳ ardent love 👾 | on hold
a spin off (not the witness) of perhaps love where we follow the girls on what they’re doing and where they’ve been!
◎ kang yeosang
◇ boyfriend yeosang texts
◎ song mingi
◇ boyfriend mingi texts
lavender haze 👾✔️
a barista who doesn't know how to fully express his feelings learn how through the language of flower from the person next door, it's a shame that they never realised what he was trying to say though.
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ateezjuliet · 11 months
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time-out corner
juliet’s masterlist
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date | april 2023
word count | 1.3k
warning(s) / includes | mentions of an argument, swearing (2young kinda call each other a bitch but they don’t mean it </3) (please lmk if i missed anything!)
pairing(s) | 2young, ot9
summary | when ateez’s resident tom-and-jerry duo get in a fight, you put them in the time-out corner and let them work things out.
a/n | inspired by this ask about petty 2young fights 😭🫶🏻
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“C’mon guys, we need to cover the rest of the songs by tonight, and at this rate we’ll fall behind schedule.”
Wooyoung’s scoff rises above the guilty murmurs of sorry’s from the others at Yunho’s scolding. “Wouldn’t have happened if someone wasn’t being so nitpicky.”
The temperature in the room drops not from the bitter cold of winter, but from the icy glare Juliet lasers into the back of the boy standing in front of her.
“Say it to my face, coward,” she snaps, the fire she’d reluctantly stamped out earlier for the others’ sake flickers back to life when Wooyoung turns around, the hostility glinting in his narrowed eyes rivalling that in hers.
“I never said it was you, but if the shoe fits,” he says. His voice is deceivingly airy but her ears have never been tormented by a more grating noise until this moment.
Concert preparations are never easy. All nine of them are perfectionists when it comes to performances, and while they share the same goal of making sure their fans feel nothing less than satisfied after every show, how each of them chooses to go about it can sometimes cause friction.
Especially when you’re running on little sleep and feeling as though the four walls of the practice room are closing in on you.
“I don’t know what your problem is, all I did was point out that we were all doing different things with our fingers. Details like this matter too on stage.”
“Did you not hear Yunho? We’re already falling behind and you’re slowing us down even more—”
—“It’s fine,” Yunho quickly intervenes, trying to diffuse the growing tension between the two, “let’s just keep going and we’ll get it done.”
“He’s right,” Jongho says, “both of you are only wasting more time now. You can fight all you want later.”
Their words fall on deaf ears as neither Wooyoung nor Juliet show signs of backing down, oblivious to the stormy expression on their leader’s face.
“—So stop bitching about the details because we’ll go over them at the end.”
Seonghwa frowns at his choice of words. “Wooyoung-ah—”
“We won’t have time to do that by then! What’s wrong with fixing the details now so we have time to memorise them before the show?”
“What’s wrong is you’re trying to stop the practice every ten minutes for absolutely nothing!”
“As if you’re not doing the same thing by making all these bitchy comments!”
“Enough.”
A single word from Hongjoong has them falling silent instantly, the deadly calmness in his voice reminding them of a lion crouching behind tall grass whilst stalking its prey. Yeosang and Mingi shuffle out of his way as he steps closer to the bickering pair.
“Both of you can either choose to sit in the corners,” he points to a corner of the room, then the one directly opposite it, “or go outside in the hallway to calm down. I will not tolerate you two disrupting practice when the rest of your members are working hard.”
“But—”
Hongjoong levels Juliet a firm stare. “This is not up for argument, Minyoung-ah. Both of you can rejoin when you’ve decided to stop acting like children.”
Rendered speechless and embarrassed, she turns and marches towards one of the corners, cheeks burning as she heavily plops down onto the floor. She first hears Wooyoung’s annoyed huff, then his sneakers squeaking against the floor as he reaches the other corner and settles into the space.
Someone restarts the music, and rehearsal continues for the remaining seven members while Juliet and Wooyoung can only watch from their respective corners. Their eyes meet occasionally, but it never lasts long as they quickly direct their gaze elsewhere, still far too consumed by stubbornness to make amends.
Glancing to her left, she finds all their water bottles lined up by the wall. With a soft wheeze, she reaches for her own, twisting the lid open before taking huge gulps of water to quell her anger. It works, and the roaring fire in her gut slowly dies out, reduced to a pile of ashes.
Through her lashes, she peers at Wooyoung. She notes the harsh rises and falls of his chest as he catches his breath from all the practising they’d done earlier. Her stubbornness isn’t quite ready to extend the olive branch, still feeling the sting from his words, but nothing could ever outweigh her love for these eight boys.
In his corner, Wooyoung stares blankly at the clock on the wall, knees pulled up to his chest. His anger subsided a few minutes ago, but guilt had quickly taken its place. All that his mind replays over and over again is the thinly veiled hurt in Juliet’s eyes during their fight, and he knows an apology is due for taking his irritation out on her.
Something hard nudges his feet, prompting him to lower his legs to find out the cause. Did someone knock his bottle over while dancing? Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, he lifts his head to scan the room, quickly noticing the remaining seven bottles on Juliet’s side of the room. From how the girl adamantly avoids his gaze, he realises immediately that it was no mistake, and it’d been her who rolled it across the room so he could replenish. Guilt strikes another punch in his stomach.
From the corner of her eyes, Juliet watches as Wooyoung picks up his bottle, yet shows no sign of intending to drink from it. Surely he’s not still angry with her to the point of refusing water, all because she’s the one who gave it to him? She might cry if he sends it back to her.
Just drink it. Don’t be so fucking stubborn.
A few more moments pass before he slowly unscrews the cap, and she feels her shoulders droop from relief as he raises the bottle to his lips and starts chugging. A third of the water is gone when he sets it down.
More time had gone by when she finally musters up the courage to look over at him, heart pounding in her chest when she finds him already looking back at her as though waiting for her to meet his eyes.
Thank you, he mouths. I’m sorry. The harshness in his gaze is gone and replaced by something much gentler, reminding her of frost melting away on fresh grass, the warmth of spring creeping into the unforgiving cold of winter.
A small smile returns to her face. I’m sorry too.
Tentatively, Wooyoung holds out his arms. His worries that she might not reciprocate fade when she leaps to her feet, scuttling across the room before diving into his arms.
“What I said was out of line, I don’t mean any of that,” he murmurs into her hair, “I’m sorry, Julie, I really am.”
“I’m sorry too,” she whispers back, feeling his lips press softly against the top of her head, “I don’t mean what I said either.”
“We’ll talk about this more when we get home, okay?” he asks, hugging her closer as she nods.
“Glad to see you kids have made up,” Hongjoong says. The two of them look up at their leader’s smiling face in surprise, realising that at some point the rest of the boys had stopped practising in favour of watching them. “Everything good, now?”
After exchanging a brief look, they nod unanimously. “All good,” Juliet confirms. “We’re sorry for holding up everyone earlier… and just for creating bad vibes in general.”
Wooyoung nods in agreement. “What she said. We’re sorry, guys.”
“It happens,” Hongjoong says gently to reassure he’s not upset with them. The other boys also smile encouragingly, choruses of reassurance promptly echoing through the room. “Feel free to join in when you’re ready, we’ll wrap up soon and then we can go home.”
With newfound energy, Juliet scrambles to get up before grinning at Wooyoung mischievously. “Last one to their position is a mouldy sock.”
He bolts after her as soon as her words sink in. “Hey, you punk! Get back here!”
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hotteoki · 5 months
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lunchtime! — choi yeonjun
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pairing: choi yeonjun x fem reader
featuring: all of txt, jeong yunho (ateez), kanemoto yoshinori (treasure), kim chaewon (le sserafim), yang minho (8turn), mentions of beomgyu's yn
genre: one shot, smau, fluff, classmates to lovers
wc, cw: /
notes: and that's a wrap on the school smau one shots of txt! hope you all liked it!! (ps ignore time stamps LOOK AWAY)
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taglist: @asjkdk @weird-bookworm @dikeu
networks - @kflixnet k-labels @kbookshelf neverendingdreams-net straykidsland @k-films pirateeznet
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ro-written · 9 months
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[2:18 am]
you frowned a bit as you knocked on the door to the studio, hearing the soft beats come through the surface. when no answer came, you knocked again, a bit harder. still, no response. finally you opened the door, and slid yourself in without making too much noise, closing the door behind you.
hwa had called you earlier about how hongjoong had yet to come home from the studio, and it made him worried. the boys had back to back schedules with this comeback, and when they finally gained a minute to rest, joong was back in the studio. what he had promised would be an hour turned into five, and hwa realized it was time to bring out the big guns. you.
joong sat at his desk, headphones covering his ears as he bobbed his head along to the beat he was working on. to you it sounded perfect, and a thought in your head wondered if he was planning to use it as a title track or a b-side. you smiled a little before reaching out to grab his arm.
the way he jumped made you laugh, and you watched as he put his hand on his chest to help slow his breathing back down.
"you scared me!" he let out exasperated.
"mm, well i wouldn't have if you were in your bed...at the dorm...resting." you looked down at him pointedly, and he gave a sheepish smile.
"i know, i know, i just...i had an idea earlier and didn't think it would take me too long to work on it." he looked at his watch and grimaced. "i guess time got away from me."
"mm i guess it did." you scrunched your nose and mocked his tone. "but now that you know what time it is, you're going to go back to the dorm and rest, right?" you raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that just asks him to challenge you. he opened his mouth, but upon seeing your stance, hongjoong re-evaluates his complaint before coming up with a new offer. a sly smile graces his face.
"i will go back to the dorm...if you come and stay the night." he grins at you and it takes everything you can to keep from rolling your eyes at the man. "i always get my best rest with you in my arms." you put your hand up to your chin, pretending to ponder over his offer.
"fine, i suppose." you make it sound as if you were exasperated, but you knew that your heart was speeding up at his romantic words. and he knew it too.
hongjoong stood up to give you a peck, before turning around and shutting off all his devices. finally, he laced his hand in yours as you both strolled out of the studio.
"remind me to get seonghwa when i get back to the dorm."
"after we sleep."
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flurrys-creativity · 4 months
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03.35am
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Pairing: Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: strangers to ?, fluff, humour; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: bad weather, mentions of blood, hongjoong being a drama queen; Wordcount: 622
Summary: On a rainy day you stumble over a lump in the middle of an alley. Unsure whether the lump is alive or not, you kick it lightly and reveal an injured man.
A/N: Saw a joke post for a meet cute with this prompt and simply had to write it.
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Dark clouds hung all over the city and heavy rain fell to the ground. Every so often a gust of wind howled through the streets. The weather cleared the area of any living being, at least outside of their homes.
Except for you. 
You rushed through the empty streets on your way back home. You cursed your late night shift, cursed the public transportation that stopped three hours before your shift ended, cursed your flimsy attire that didn’t block the rain nor howling wind effectively and most importantly you cursed the weather itself.
You tightened the collar of your trench coat, hoping it would prevent the cold from seeping into your body. With hurried steps you rounded a corner into a narrow passageway. You winced when you stepped into a puddle and the water splashed up against your pants.
If getting soaked from the rain above wasn’t enough, you now had dirty water covering you as well. You pulled a face as you continued to run through the muddy paths, wishing to be home already with a warm shower and cuddling into a dozen blankets while watching some sort of series.
A shriek forced its way out of your mouth when you nearly toppled over a huge lump in the middle of your path. You stumbled backwards, brushing your hand over your face to wipe the rain droplets away and see better.
With your limited view you weren’t sure what exactly you saw in front of you - whether it was a pile of trash, an abandoned animal or a homeless person.
Ever so carefully you inched closer, before kicking the lump with the tip of your boot. You immediately jumped back again when the thing moved and groaned.
You fumbled in your pockets to get your phone out, struggling to use it with your wet fingers. Still you somehow managed to turn on the flashlight. 
You gasped when you saw the bloody features of a man. “Oh my god, what happened?” You crouched down next to the man, one hand hovering over his form as you didn’t know what to do exactly. “What’s your name? Can you move? Come, you need to get out of this rain!”
“Hongjoong”, he groaned and turned on his back, letting the cold rain fall on his face. He could feel his busted lip pulsing and something warm running down his face together with the raindrops. Hopefully the mud he had fallen into would be washed away like that as well.
You stared down at him, contemplating what to do. You definitely weren’t strong enough to hoist him up and drag him somewhere dry. “What happened?” You asked again, concern written all over your face.
Hongjoong groaned again and closed his eyes. “I slipped and fell”, he mumbled, raising his arm and covering half of his face in embarrassment.
“For real?” You stared at him dumbfounded. You thought the worst had happened to him but he only fell? “Why didn’t you get up and go home to clean yourself or something? HOW long have you been here on the ground?” You blinked several times, not believing how dramatic someone can be.
For a split second you even thought about just leaving him there on the ground but your conscience made you choose otherwise. You urged him to get up and pulled him on his sleeve along your way. 
If he didn’t take care of himself and decided to be a diva instead, you just had to take care of him. At least he looked kinda cute, maybe even cuter without all the blood and mud covering his whole body. But that was for you to find out once you two reached your home and got cleaned up.
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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland​ @songsoomin​ 
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roroswitherose · 9 months
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HAD ME @ HELLO! - lee Heeseung
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SYNOPSIS: verse’s school of arts, a very popular and hard to get into academy, holds a dance competition a few weeks before the start of the new school year. the prize being a free scholarship to the arts academy. enhypen, a popular dance crew signs up, and they win. Heeseung watches as his captain Jungwon bumps into a girl while he was celebrating and heeseung immediately feels drawn to her. 
It's weeks later and school is about to start and Heeseung still can't get the pretty girl out of his mind. After his first day, he checks his phone and sees the enhypen group chat blowing up, and the last thing he expects to see was the pretty girl going viral…for being Jungwon’s ‘sister.’ 
PAIRINGS: dancer! lee heeseung x dancer! female! oc 
GENRE: smau with written chapters, fluff, humor, small bit of angst, college au, dancer au, strangers to lovers, dance crews, 
FEATURING: all of enhypen, mark jeno jisung & haechan (nct dream) yeji chaeryeong (itzy) soul (p1h) wooyoung (ateez) seulgi (red velvet) chaeyeon, more as the story progresses. 
WARNINGS: cursing, some kms/kys jokes and the stupid twt humor, kissing, mentions of alcohol, characters maybe ooc, inappropriate jokes, heeseung is in love with oc and ofc is kinda oblivious, wooyoung gets teased a lot but he’s loved, I will add warnings at the start of each chapter. also ages will be changed.
STATUS: ongoing! I’ll update whenever i get the chance, started = June 29th
ROROS NOTES: hello! omg this is my first smau ever, and I’m kinda nervous because I still don’t know what I’m doing ☺, so please bear with me. this is a work of fiction, and all the characters are not in any way connected with their actual selves, I do not ship these idols irl, this is simply just for my fic. also! lowercase is intended! Please ignore the time stamps! I hope you guys enjoy this, comment if you would like to be added to the taglist! 
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PROFILES:
atoms dance crew enhypen dance crew the extras
CHAPTERS:
prologue
act one 🍂
CHAP 1 - cotton candy & mystery girls 📝
CHAP 2 - i’m multitasking fucker
CHAP 3 - sugar crash on the first day
CHAP 4 - jungwons sister is heeseungs gf?!
CHAP 5 -
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lixhive · 2 years
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nova's mlist
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