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star-teez · 10 months

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'All the Lonely People' Chapter One- Always Together, Never Apart

"I don't care, Seonghwa! I'm sick and tired of being treated like I'm nothing. You've always had everything you could ever fucking want. You're a straight boy who fits everything his parents could ever want from him. Not me. I've never and will never have that," I cried, my voice breaking as I slid down to the floor.

"I'm not as perfect as I seem," he paused and slightly laughed, "You, of all people, should know that," his tone was harsh yet broken and hurt. He ran his fingers through his hair and started pacing back and forth. The rain picked up, soaking his shirt and covering his skin. He looked perfect. Perfectly irrational and broken.

Within what felt like it could only be a few moments, I heard the sound of a fist against brick over and over. I looked at him only to see his bloody knuckles and rain-soaked hair. The sounds of muffled crying and the tears on his cheeks were barely noticeable as the storm around us picked up.

"It's not fair. It's not fucking fair," he yelled, his voice already damaged and weak, "It's not fucking fair," his voice trailed as he threw another powerless punch at the wall, "Everyone at least expects you to be queer or some shit. You're not actively being forced to hide who you are so you don't fucking ruin your perfect image," he turned around, leaning against the wall and looking down at me, "You may not be the most popular person here, you may not fit what everyone around here sees as perfect, but you could at least be you if you wanted."

We sat there for a few moments with nothing but the sound of rain and passing vehicles before I finally spoke up, "What do you mean?" I spoke harshly yet still apprehensively.

"As you said, I'm the perfect straight boy," his voice was laced with sarcasm and frustration. He paused as if gathering his thoughts, "But what if I'm not? What if I don't find the girls pretty? What if it's the guys I think about and wanna be with? What if I'm not as perfect as everyone thinks?"

I looked up, only for him to immediately look away from me. He started picking at the edges of his cut-up knuckles, "Stop, please, don't hurt yourself more than you already have. I already don't like seeing you beat the shit out of stuff. I don't need you to beat the shit out of yourself, okay?"

"Why do you care," he sounded colder than usual, almost defensive, "You're not my boyfriend, dumbass. It's not your place to care about what I do to myself," I'd never admit it to him, but those words hurt. I'm not his boyfriend, but I still care for him. He's the closest thing I have to a friend.

"Nevermind, just forget it. Let's go home," I got up off the concrete and dusted off my pants before starting to walk home.

"That's something I never thought I'd hear coming from you," he laughed a little and grabbed my wrist, holding me from walking off, "You’re more the type to beg to stay out all night just to avoid home. I know you don't like it there."

I pulled my arm loose and kept walking, "Fuck off, Seonghwa," I growled, pulling my hood up.

"You're not good at hiding your anger, you know," he said, running to catch up with me, "You're not going home. I know you too well to assume that you were telling the truth. What's bothering you?"

"I don't know, maybe you or the fact you act like I can't give a shit about you without being with you." I turned around to look at him, then down at his hand, "If you won’t listen to me, don't get mad if it gets infected or worse. And don't blame me for not taking care of you. I tried. You didn't want my help."

He grabbed my wrist again and pulled me back towards him, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, Hongjoong," he paused and just looked at me for a second, "I guess my default reaction was to get defensive."

I sighed and got my wrist free to grab his hand, looking over the gashes in it, "It's alright, I guess just maybe don't get mad at me for trying to help you, idiot," I looked up at him for a second, then back at his hand, "You're lucky it's not that bad, It'll hurt like hell for a while since you were stupid enough to cut up the hand you use for everything, but yeah." I finished inspecting his hand and let go of him. I looked at him and smiled a bit before reaching up and brushing his hair back out of his face. Almost instantly, he pushed me away.

“Don’t do that,” he hissed, glaring at me.

“Do what? I was just fixing your hair. It’s not like I kissed you or some shit,” I rolled my eyes slightly, “Now can we go, It’s fucking flooding.” He stayed silent and started pacing back and forth again.

“You don’t get it and I’m not explaining this to you right now,” he said when he finally spoke. He picked his bag up off the concrete and walked past me to his car. “You can come with me or stand there like an idiot in the pouring rain, your choice. Either way, I’m going home.”

I nodded, grabbing my bag and following him, “are you gonna drop me off at my house or what?”

“No, I’m not gonna let you get killed and you know my parents don’t mind you being over,” he responded as we got to the car.

Again, I nodded and got in, “thank you.”

“Believe it or not, I’d prefer you alive. Hanging out with a corpse isn’t exactly fun.”

“You…have such an odd way of showing you care,” I laugh slightly, resting my head against the window as we drove off. It was a quiet ride at first. We didn’t speak, we didn’t even turn on any music. We only had the sound of rain against the windows and other cars driving past to accompany us.

“Hey Hongjoong,” he spoke, briefly looking over at me before diverting his attention back to the road, “I’m sorry for lashing out earlier.”

“It’s alright, you know it is,” I turned my attention to him and started to speak again but decide against it. The last thing I needed right now was to start another argument. Again, the ride fell silent, staying that way until we got to his house.

When we arrived, we made our way upstairs to his room and sat our things down. Almost immediately I got some things out of the first aid kid and made my way back to him. Carefully, I tended to the cuts on his hand, cleaning and bandaging it.

“Please keep it covered this time, Seonghwa. The pressure will help it hurt less when you move it,” I said after I finished up.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “I still don't get why you insist on doing this. Why do you care so much?”

“Because I care about you and you’re a dumbass who won’t take care of yourself,” I laughed slightly and sat down next to him, “Now, please, keep it covered.”

“Fine, whatever,” he responded, laying back on the bed and either playing a game on his phone or texting someone. I couldn’t tell which.

I got on my phone as well, putting in my earbuds, and listening to music. I’m not entirely sure how much time passed before anything else happened, though it was dark out now and the room was more shadowed than it was last I had checked.

“Hongjoong,” he spoke, “can we talk for a minute?”

I take out an earbud and look over at him, “yeah, but what about?” I questioned.

“I don’t know really, but I wanna talk. Kinda about what I said earlier but I’m also not really sure I wanna get into that at the same time.”

I nod and pause my music, putting my earbuds away, “well, I can’t make you talk about anything you don't want to. I’m here to listen though.”

“Well, it feels weird to have said the whole ‘what if I like boys’ thing and not say anything else. I don’t know how to explain that I know I like guys without bringing up stuff I don't wanna talk about though.”

“You know you don’t owe me an explanation, you know that. You’re still you no matter what and I find you pretty cool,” I smile slightly and nudge him, being met with a pillow to the face after. I hit him back, accidentally knocking him to the ground. The thud of him hitting the ground, made us both completely burst out laughing.

When we calmed down, I found myself staring at him. He was smiling and taking almost heaving breaths from laughing too hard. His face was red and his hair messy after everything that happened. He looked amazing. It’s always nice seeing his smile after something happens, it shows he’s okay and I want him to be okay.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he spoke and got up off the floor, messing up my hair, “you want somethin’ to eat?”

I smile a little and look away, “Sorry but uh…yeah, please.”

“I assume the same thing as always? I’ll be back,” he smiled at me a little and made his way downstairs.

After a few minutes, he comes back upstairs, a plate of chicken nuggets in each hand. He hands me a plate and sits down beside me before putting on a movie we started to watch the last time I was over. We ate and finished the movie without really speaking to each other.

Seonghwa rest his head on my shoulder and though I was surprised I didn’t say anything about it. It was nice honestly. He doesn’t show affection very often so when he does, I try to take in the moment and just let it happen. Just as quickly as he had done that, however, he moved sitting farther away from me.

“You okay?” I questioned

“Yeah, I don’t wanna get into my mind right now,” he answered coldly.

“Okay, I won’t ask then, but if you want or need to talk, you know I'm here,” I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair.

“I know, I’m gonna take a shower.” He got up and walked over to his dresser, grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before walking out and leaving me alone in his room.

I got back on my phone, watching youtube while I waited for him to come back to the room. When he did he was in the sweatpants but didn’t have the tank top on. His ash hair was soaked and beads of water ran down his chest and stomach before catching on the waist of the pants and soaking in. He was muscular but not bulky, his abs were visible enough to draw my attention without looking unrealistic for someone like him. It was moments like this I would stop and remember part of the reason why I was attracted to him. His body, at least from what I’ve seen, is perfect. That may seem superficial but I can’t help but notice.

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honeyhotteoks · 1 year

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hi loves!! i had a kind of fun idea for while aurora is on a bit of a hiatus~

while i'm working on aurora book two and not posting new chapters, i'd love to dive into my headcanons for the characters to keep me thinking about them and fine tuning things. for the next few weeks, i'd love to answer any asks (anon or not) about aurora, absolutely anything you want to know including just random thoughts / reactions / etc. while i won't be writing fic length responses, i'd definitely like to mess around with headcanons and maybe even little drabbles.

i've been so busy with work and life this week (and now i've caught a bit of a cold) so i'm struggling to get into the writing headspace..... but i already miss it and want to get back to it. so i was wondering if you would all want to have some fun with this and help me get back in the headspace!!

if you do, feel free to drop me an ask - nothing is off limits except for the things highlighted in my soft and hard hours guidelines which can be found here!

#ateezfic #ateezff #honeyhotteks updates #honeyhotteoks #into the aurora #into the aurora updates

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potaeto-writes · 2 years

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Falling: I

Monday, July 15, 9:30 a.m.

'Another day, another dunce'

She thought, rolling her eyes at the beautiful sight of Yeosang and Aeri making out near the school's front gate. She always felt a twinge looking at the school playboy, Yeosang, especially when he was with the popular meanie. For a reason she never understood, she wanted to be different to him, more than a bet or a game. But she was Heejin, the scholarship girl, the nerd, the transfer kid, the outcast. She was aloof and alone, and not very interesting at first sight. She looked pretty even in her formal clothes, but she was not interested in anything but studies and music, or so it seemed.

She had caused a stir on her second day, when she publicly rejected Yeosang. She wasn't rude about it, she actually said the most logical, inoffensive things, in an extremely soft tone and small voice. But the audacity of a girl to reject The Kang Yeosang in itself was enough to get the whole school talking.

Now, about 2 weeks later, she sat at the last bench in class, headphones on, ignoring the students filtering in. The bell rang, a distant echo in the song, and students rushed in at once. Yeosang and his friend group occupied all the seats in front of her, filling the column of 9. She took it as cue to be ready, stuffing her headphones in her bag to be able to pay attention. The teacher walked in, and there was some anticipation as to why their entire grade had gathered here.

"Seniors, as you are aware, the midterms will be coming up soon. You will also have to do a group project, which will construct 30% of your overall grade, and be evaluated separate from the theory papers. This year, I have given you all a common, but vast and grave topic. No matter what stream you've chosen, you should know about it. The topic is suicide. Get as creative as you want, but I require either a hard copy or a soft copy of your project. Your groups will be column-wise, as you are seated right now. Your deadline is the 5th of August. Oh, and one more thing. Just to make this a bit more fun, we're making this a competition. May the best team win."

The teacher left the class chuckling, and Heejin walked out for the next class, knowing this homeroom had stretched out a bit too much. But as she did this, the eight boys she passed stopped chattering and gaped at her, then proceeding to look at each other with an expression that said, we're fucked.

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Tuesday, July 16, 00:00

As was customary, most of the crowd exited the musty building at midnight, their favourites having stepped off the ring for the night. This crowd had far too many misguided teens, Yeosang being one of them. He watched street fights to relieve his own stress for free.

In the thronging crowd, a smaller population pushed to get into the building, tasteful of more intense fights. Yeosang's shoulder suddenly hit one of these people, and he shouted at them to watch where they were going. Heejin bit back a sharp remark, thinking that it was just a kid. If she had known back then who it was, she told me all hell would have broken loose.

But that night, she didn't, so she made her way in, walking to one corner of the ring and swishing her French braid to one shoulder. Soon, the fight began.

Dodging a burly man's attacks, she got into close range and hit him in the face with a drop kick. As he staggered backward, she gave a punch to his chest and swept her leg behind his, bringing him to the ground with a thud. The fight had ended within 2 minutes.

She kept fighting and winning, making money with every passing minute. About half an hour in, she ended her last fight and left. Back on campus, she went through a hole in the wall, reaching her room and preparing to go to bed.

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Hope you liked it! There's a lot more coming, so I hope you'll stick around and enjoy. Also this was 666 words lmao

Stay safe and hydrated!

~Potato-nim

#yeosangxoc #yeosangff #ateezff #taterfic: falling

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auror117 · 10 months

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Forgotten memories - FORGOTTEN MEMORIES PART 3 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1362771883-forgotten-memories-part-3?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=antheiaflora&wp_originator=E4q2N7608lgggHHFN6qolYRY30%2F00O1jF6ZXUT4LM9RXn7%2FtZMVbbx0toELIa7wiT2mRq%2FukOSiFSp6BNWtP2TGlkQNTcsLfjdT0co3FqrER8fDSI0lyrB7h2IW7FgRe Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jieun used to be best friends, it was them against the world until a horrible accident seperated the three friends. A school reunion unites them again and a finally their world is complete but with this reunion new problems arise. Old feelings come to light and it is time for dark secrets to reveal itself.

#ateez #ateezff #ateezhongjoong #ateezimagine #ateezseonghwa #friendship #thriller #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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heyitsmerose · 3 years

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Ateez Reactions Masterlist

smut (s) | angst (a) | fluff (f)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o calling them when they’re in danger [Pt. 1 - Hyung Line (a)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o calling them when they’re in danger [Pt. 2 - Maknae Line] (a)

Ateez’s reaction to a fan with Smudged Lipstick [Maknae Line] (f)

Ateez asking for consent from their s/o [Hyung Line] (f) (s)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o having an intense phobia / fear [Hyung Line] (a)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o having PMDD (really bad periods) [Pt. 1 - Hyung Line] (a)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o having PMDD (really bad periods) [Pt. 2 - Maknae Line] (a)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o loving their scent [Pt. 1 - Hyung Line] (a)(f)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o loving their scent [Pt. 2 - Maknae Line] (f)

#ateez masterlist #ateez fanfics #ateez ff #ateezff #hongjoong #seonghwa #jongho #yeosang #yunho #san #mingi #wooyoung #ateez x reader

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mingi-ivity · 3 years

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Do your paw’s hurt?

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🐺Yunho x GN! Hybrid Reader🐺

Category: ☁️Fluff☁️/ minimum angst

⛔️Warning- Negative thoughts and words on readers end⛔️

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Oki so this is gonna be written by using dash’s as I need time to relearn how to properly assemble my words in sentence format

(Ex. -)

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-Yunho left you for practice around 2 hours ago

-“Have fun, I’ll be back puppy”

-You being a wolf hybrid, have the option to transform into ‘wolf’ form but-

-You’ve only been able to ever shift into a small pup like cub

-Due to your past, you have a lot of separation anxiety and anxiety in general

-(If you’ve ever been around a dog that has separation anxiety you’ll understand they are quick to make messes when left alone)

-As a result, whenever Yunho leaves you alone

-You try your best to keep yourself busy by playing and making messes

-Today was the anniversary of the exact day Yunho took you in

-The exact day you left the hellhole in which they (scientists) experimented on you endlessly, resulting in your ability to fully transform

-Feeling restless, you decide to roam the apartment

-In the end, the freshly cleaned rug and floor by Yunho’s eucalyptus plant was no longer clean

-Dirt all over

-You begin to pace back and forth, in human form, worried about the mess you had made

-Will Yunho be mad?

-Will he send me back to the ‘hospital’?

-What if he abandons me?

-Those were the thoughts running through your head

-When Yunho came back around 30 minutes later

-He found you sniffling while wrapped up in one of his hoodies

-“Aw puppy what’s wrong?” He asks you, genuine concern laced in his voice

-When you didn’t answer, Yunho placed his bag on the ground and went to wrap you up in his arms

-“Whatever’s wrong, it’s ok puppy” He said, rubbing your ears softly

-“Yunnie....I made a mess.” You say quietly, thinking he won’t hear you

-But he did

-He smiles at you with adoration covering his features

-“That’s fine pup”

-“Really?! Your not gonna send me back?” You say, shifting to your knees, tail wagging aggressively

-“Why would I? I love you to much to do that puppy” Yunho says giggling at how your tail was making your body sway

-“I love you too Yunnie”

#yunho #yunho ateez #ateez fluff #ateezfluff #ateez #ateezff #ateez ff #yunho fluff #owo #hybrid #hybrid reader #gender neutral imagine

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vanishingboots · 3 years

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Masterlist

Hongjoong:

-a job gone wrong // coming soon // enemies to lovers au // pirate!hongjoong x fem!reader x pirate!yunho// angst, fluff, all the good stuff

summary: The thing that Hongjoong hates the most in the world are traitors, even if they have stolen half his heart. The thing that Yunho wants the most is to have his family whole again, even if it means he has to forget you to do it. The thing you love most in the world is the blue-eyed boy even when he steals fish from your kitchen counter, when he thinks you’re not looking.

Drabbles:

- pirate!Joong

My Recommendations for fanfictions

#masterlist #ateez #ateezff #fanfics #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez masterlist #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jung yunho #kang yeosang #choi sa #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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mingissmile1117 · 2 years

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Chapter 2, Dimly Lit Alleyways

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Waiting so long for cheap watered down coffee every morning was something Seonghwa was also getting tired of. But, Seonghwa would rather drink free shitty coffee that his apartment complex offered early in the morning than wasting 7 dollar's for a sugary ass drink at Starbies.

Seonghwa had a lot to do today (you know, other than his appointment with the "matchmaker"), and was in need for some energy. Since his roommates both had morning shifts, he was the one to always keep the apartment in check. It's not like he was complaining though, keeping everything organized and clean was his thing.

After chugging down his not so tasteful coffee, Seonghwa walked out to his car and ready to go on with his day.

Just as he was about to open the driver's side door, Seonghwa spotted a short man dressed in all black and an awfully familiar buzz cut.

"Oh? Seonghwa? Good morning!" Hongjoong waved his hand at the red head, holding a bag over his shoulder, clearly on his way somewhere.

The taller blushed softly, embarrassed that he was caught staring. Excitement sparked inside him; he was happy to get to see the other again, especially after not having a proper goodbye last night.

"Good morning Hongjoong! Where are you headed to?" Seonghwa asked, leaning on his car as the other walked over to him.

"On my way to run some errands. I'm gonna be busy with some work later so I figured I should get my stuff done early. What about you?"

"Same! My roommates both have morning shifts, so I'm the one always running around getting stuff done before I clock in at the bar. What time do you work later? Maybe we can get our errands done together and hang out for a bit?" Seonghwa asked trying to be smooth, biting his lip while anxiously waiting for an answer.

"I would love to! I have a awhile, I don't have to go until 4." Hongjoong smiled softly. "We can take my car. You can put your bag in the backseat."

Seonghwa held a bag of off brand laundry pods as he looked over the ingredients.

"I wouldn't get that kind, they suck." Hongjoong walked over to Seonghwa, putting a bottle of bleach in his basket.

"Oh have you used this kind before?" Seonghwa asked, putting the bag back on the shelf. His eyes grazed over the many options he had to choose from, his hand reaching out.

"Yeah, I did. It made me and my roommates clothes really itchy." Hongjoong scrunched his nose.

Seonghwa remembered, the man from last night that took Hongjoong away. He swallowed dryly, "Roomates? Is one of them like your boyfriend or something?" Seonghwa tried to say as nonchalantly as possible with an airy chuckle.

Hongjoongs head whipped over to look at the taller. "No, no way. My roommates? Mingi, Yuhno? There both dating eachother. Plus they're not my type." Hongjoong shrugged his shoulders.

Seonghwa let out a deep breath, good. That's good.

After getting a few groceries, Hongjoong gave Seonghwa a ride back to his apartment. The two bid their goodbyes, because Hongjoong had other plans that he couldn't bring Seonghwa to. Seonghwa wanted to ask what, but prying for answers he didn't need wasn't his thing.

When Seonghwa went to put his key in his apartment doors lock, he was surprised to find it already unlocked. He guessed someone was home early, but why? Neither of his roomates had told him about having a day off.

"Hello?" Seonghwa dropped his groceries off at the door as he hung his keys up.

"Oh! Your home?" Yuhno yelled, which was what Seonghwa figured was from the kitchen.

"Of course I'm home. Why are you here so early?" He asked, slipping off his shoes. Seonghwa walked over to the kitchen archway, leaning on the hard wood.

Seonghwa watched amusingly as he saw Yunho cutting up vegetables and spices and throwing them into a large pot filled with water.

"You're making broth? What for?"

"Soondubu jjigae." He answered quickly, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon.

"Really? Do we even have any tofu?" He asked, walking over to the oven.

"Ah- don't get any closer." Yunho put his hand out, keeping eye contact with the broth. "This is my working space right now. And yes, we do now. I went grocery shopping for ingredients."

"You went shopping?" Seonghwa asked, surprised. "How long- when did you get off work?"

"About an hour and a half ago."

"Why?" Seonghwa asked, his eyebrow high.

"The schedules got mixed up. Apparently they weren't supposed to have me in today."

"Oh... so you decide to take hours slaving over the stove instead of resting." Seonghwa smirked, folding his arms.

"Yeah, I need something to focus on. Anyways, where were you?" Yunho placed the lid on the pot and turned up the heat on the stove. He rested his hand on his hip, dusting the other off on his apron.

"I went shopping with a friend." Seonghwa smiled, his teeth showing.

"Oh? And who's this friend?" Yunho asked, "You don't tell me and Mingi about your friends very often."

"This guy I met at the bar last night." Seonghwa diverted his eyes. "He's really nice..."

"Damn, you only met him last night and you already like him?" Yunho chuckled, licking the his teeth.

Seonghwas head shot up, making eye contact with Yunho. "Like him?!" He held up his hands defensely, frantically shaking his head. "No- no I don't like him... Well I do but not like that."

Yunho looked at him, tilting his head without saying a word. Seonghwa blushed softly, relaxing his arms in defeat.

"Am I that obvious? Plus it's not like I... like like him. It's just a little crush." He scratched his head, looking down at his feet

"Yeah suuuure." Yunho said, throwing an apron at Seonghwa. "Since you're gonna be home for a while, you're gonna help me."

"Fine..." Seonghwa sighned, tying the apron strings behind him. He glanced at the little clock that was hung next to the cabinets. He noticed it was only a few minutes after 1, which gave him only 4 more hours until his meet-up.

"How long is this going to take?" Seonghwa asked, pulling the apron down a bit.

"Well we should let the stock simmer for 5-7 hours. We can prepare the other ingredients and leave them in the fridge while we wait."

Seonghwas eyes widened. "Huh? 7 hours just for some flavored water?"

"Yes, Seonghwa, just for some flavored water."

Seonghwa wiped a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, "Who knew cooking could be so draining. We're done for now, right?" He asked Yunho, rushing to take his apron off without waiting for an answer.

"Yes, yes we are Seonghwa. Go ahead, go do whatever you want now, I won't keep you." Yunho waved his hand at the other, playfully rolling his eyes.

Seonghwa folded the apron, placing it on the counter for Yunho. He walked to his room without a second thought, getting on his computer.

He noticed a message on discord as it was the first app to startup. Seonghwas eyebrow lifted, it was a message from that matchmaker dude. He didn't remember giving them his discord when be sighed up, he barely ever used it.

"I had something come up, therefore I'm going to have to move your appointment from 5 to 3 pm. Sorry for the inconvenience, I hope to see you soon." Seonghwa read outloud, squinting his eyes as he read the bright computer screen. The messager had also sent him the location of the meeting, which was only a few minutes away.

"3?" He mumbled, looking at the time on the computer screen.

It read 2:48

"Shit!" Seonghwa shot up from his chair, hastily grabbing his phone that was charging on his nightstand.

He swiftly ran to the front door, fumbling to get on his shoes.

"Where are you going? The-" Yunho started, cleaning something in the kitchen.

"I'll be back soon!" Seonghwa interrupted the younger, grabbing his car keys. He slammed the door behind him, sprinting to his car.

It was bright outside, and the sun sat neatly behind the clouds. The standard time that the sun set in Korea was around 5 pm, which Seonghwa figured why his appointment was supposed to be at that time. But 3 pm? Seriously? Everyone that was out would be able to see Seonghwa and whoever the messager was. Seonghwa wasn't sure if he would be meeting in a dark alleyway or in a suspicious building. Between those two options, people would be able to clearly see him either go into a rundown building or talk with a most likely suspicious man. That made him worry a bit, he didn't want his reputation to be tarnished.

He tried to take a deep breath. What he was doing wasn't bad, right? So why should he have to worry so much. He must've have been zoning out the entire time he was driving, because before he knew it, he was at the designated address.

He parked his car at the side of the road. As he slowly got out of his car to look around him. On the way, Seonghwa had to use Google maps, as he had never really been in this area of town before. Tall, rundown looking apartment buildings cluttered the street. Some of their windows were covered with boards, and plants crawled up their sides.

Seonghwa pulled out his phone, looking at the time. It was only 2:56. Thankfully, he wasn't late.

He went through discord on his phone, texting the messenger that he was there. Well, not quite. He was in the area, but he wasn't sure exactly which building he was supposed to go to.

Seonghwas heads snapped over to the sound of a door clicking open. On front of his eyes was a tall 8 story building. None of the windows were knocked out like the others and the outside looked like it was frequently kept clean. Luckily, he was parked right across from the residence.

A tall, slender man walked out, holding the door wearing all black. On on his head was a flat top hat with a wide rim, and his was adorned by a plain black mask. He wore a matte black suit and tie with shiney black formal shoes.

He stood at the door without a word, as if waiting for Seonghwa.

Hastily, the red head made his way to the door, bowing at that man to thank him. The man closed the door, and held his hand out, gesturing down the long hallway that was in front of them. He started walking, again, without a word. Seonghwa figured he was supposed to follow him, so he did.

The floors were hard oak wood, and the walls were a meek white. The hallway was filled with doors, alternating on each side. The door wear labeled with the word "office" with a letter and number. The place was quite organized, which Seonghwa liked.

After an elevator trip and a few more hallways, the man had led Seonghwa to a tall double door. The man inserted some sort of card into a scanner on the front of the door. After a long beep and click, he opened the door, and gestured for Seonghwa to walk in.

Seonghwa hesitantly took a step into the room. Instantly, a warm smell if vanilla hit his nose, it made him release his shoulders for a moment. The door slammed shut behind, which put his guard back up. As he slowly walked forward, he noticed the space around him. Expensive looking paintings hung neatly on the white walls. There were no windows, so the only light coming in were from the dim wall lamps.

Looking in front of him, he noticed 4 lanky pillars, with black curtains on all sides, almost like a makeshift room.

His fingers grazed over the silky fabric, but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch them.

"You may walk in." A clear voice spoke, obviously from behind the curtain.

Seonghwa did so, pulling back the heavy fabric to reveal a man in all black sitting behind a dark wood desk. He nodded his head to the single chair infront of the desk. With a nervous glance, Seonghwa sat down, but not with bowing first.

He sat stifly for a moment, taking a good look at the man in front of him. He wore the same clothes as the man that brought him here, but he was covered in expensive looking jewelry.

Since he was wearing a mask and his hair was covered by a hat, all Seonghwa could make out was his eyes. They were brown, with long dark lashes.

The man infront of him stayed devoid of any emotions, raising his eyebrow.

"Ah- sorry for my incompetence," He bowed in his seat, as his hands stay folded over in his lap. "Hello, my name his Park Seonghwa. We both know why I'm here. I'm a little embarrassed to say it outloud..." His eyes darted to the side.

"Hello, Seonghwa." The man spoke clearly. "You can call me Mr. Pyeonghong." He shoved a few papers and a pen towards Seonghwa. "Once you sign these papers and we talk about payment methoda, we can start the true discussion." The man sat back in his chair, spreading his legs with a hand resting on his thigh.

Seonghwa picked up the pen solemnly. "Payment?" He asked.

"Well so you think you were going to get this for free?"

Seonghwa shook his head as he scanned over the papers. After signing his name a few times, he set the pen down. He stared at Mr. Pyeonghong, his boba like eyes were filled with an undistinguished emotion. Excitement? Worry? Regret?

He wasn't too sure himself.

After talking about a few more things and what the service he was going to get would look like, and when it would happen. Seonghwa was told he would get updates through his phone number now, instead of discord, which was good to say the least.

"And for the final question... who is your crush? This is the entire reason your here, and the most vital information you will give."

Seonghwa hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath. "His name is Hongjoong... I'm not sure of his last name... I think it's..."

"Kim." Mr. Pyeonghong looked at Seonghwa for a moment.

Seonghwa head shot up at the man curiously. "How did you...?"

"I know everything." Mr. Pyeonghong said in a monotone voice, trying to keep his emotions in check. He looked down at his watch briefly. "I see it is time for the end of your appointment, Seonghwa. You may leave my office and someone should be out there to escort you."

Seonghwa stoop up with a nod and bowed at the man. "Thank you for your time." Hs smiled.

As Seonghwa left the man's office, he felt kind of weird. Now that he though about it, that man had a sense of familiarity about him, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Hongjoong slammed his hand on his desk angrily. "Yeosang!" He yelled for his assistant, ripping of his hat and mask. Hurried steps instantly followed Hongjoongs voice, coming out of a door from the side of his office.

Yeosang lifted up the curtain so he could greet his boss with a meek bow. "Yes sir." He kept his eyes glued to the floor, hunching his back.

"What did I tell you about sending in clients files late!" Hongjoong stoop up, a look of anger on his face. He might not have been taller than his subordinate, but his powerful demeanor made up for it.

"I'm sorry sir, the department that-"

"I don't care about all of that! I gave you this position because I thought you would be able to handle it! Since that last clients file that I just had came in late, I wasn't able to decline it. I know that man personally. Don't you know my number one rule?!"

"To not let anyone you know figure out about your company, sir." Yeosang said, standing.

With an angry huff, Hongjoong wVed his hand. "Just- leave. You're dismissed." Hongjoong sat down in his chair as his subordinate walked away.

It's not that he didn't like Seonghwa back, he really did. But how would he be able to explain, well, everything. He figured Seonghwa was a smart guy, it wouldn't be long until he connected the pieces.

Hongjoong grabbed his phone, dialing up his good friends number.

"Hello, Seonghwa? Do you mind hanging out next week?"

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littleshopofk-pop · 3 years

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cloudyxjong · 3 years

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Hey everyone! I want to start creating some Ateez content. Feel free to suggest anything just no 18+ sexual stuff please and thank you. Also please note I’m a terrible writer so please don’t hurt my feelings about that. <3

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armpirate · 15 days

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 14

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 20 minutes

Y/n: I already arrived!

San: Nice

San: By the way, sorry for the way Mingi showed up

San: He sometimes doesn't know how to read the room.

San: He doesn't know when he's interrupting others

Y/n: What did he interrupt tho?

She clearly knew what he meant. The environment in her car was too heavy not to know, and she was sure she'd have given in if Mingi hadn't reached her car to greet them. She liked his friends, but at that moment she was hating him with a passion.

It was funny messing with San, waiting for him to come up with an answer as he typed, and stopped, a few times before actually sending anything.

Y/n: Were you planning on doing anything?

San: Huh? No, of cuorse not.

San: Nevrmind

San: Have a good night!

He typed so fast, that he didn't even stop to double check whether there were any typos or not. He was so desperate to find an escape, that he didn't care about anything else.

Wooyoung huffed at the way San was hysterically shaking his leg at the corner of his eye, making his whole body squirm as he tried to hold back from calling him out for the constant move.

He was getting on his nerves.

—Can you stay still? You're making me want to rip that leg out of you —Mingi finally interrupted, huffing as he leaned to look straight at San.

—Gosh, you already met her father. You already went through the worst part. What's the big deal? —Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

The big deal was that it wasn't going to be a two against one like the last time, it'd be them two against absolutely everyone who attended the barbeque. One wrong word, one weird move, and they both would be done.

He couldn't disappoint Y/n that way.

—Just stay glued to Y/n if the problem is meeting new people —Mingi suggested, shrugging his shoulders—. I doubt she'll be annoyed with that.

—What if I'm left alone?

He didn't think about it when he agreed to show up at her father's house; that thought didn't cross his mind until Y/n mentioned it a few days back.

—Act like you're in a job interview —Wooyoung shrugged.

—But he's never been in a job interview —Mingi answered for him, confused at that advice.

—I know, I was going to explain myself before you interrupted —momentarily, he turned to Mingi, who instantly sat back in his seat, before he continued—. Keep a neutral face, don't talk. Just wait for the questions, and answer what they ask.

—You do that in job interviews? —Mingi interrupted again— Isn't that the opposite of what you should do? I've always been told you should speak and keep it as dynamic as possib...

—Who has a stable job, and who's an intern? —Wooyoung asked to get back at him, getting complete silence on his side— That's what I thought.

With that advice in his mind, San hopped in Y/n's car as soon as she sent a text to let him know she was there. On their way to her parents' house, his head was a bundle of different thoughts and tips, confused at how he should be behaving, except for the main information Y/n asked him to remember in case he was asked.

It'd be just that day. She only needed him to make as much as possible that afternoon, and then they'd break up.

He was definitely able to do that for her.

Y/n looked at him as she drove, hearing him answer back to all of her questions that were testing him. She was calm, it was only another day in her office personality, with all those same people she faked it for, but she was worried that it'd be a bit harder for San.

—I like your jacket —her comment worked to make some of that pressure vanish, making him raise his eyebrows surprised as he touched the zip of his black bomber—. Not the t-shirt though, I bet the whole outfit would look better without it.

It took her a second to realize what she said, suddenly stopping to press her lips together and try to correct herself. She wanted to say she hated that blue navy Patriots shirt with her whole soul, and it ended up sounding like she was hoping to see him shirtless. Although, after seeing him in that dressing room, she wouldn't really mind it.

His cheeks started burning after that comment, which he knew wasn't with that double intention he thought of almost instantly. It wasn't the idea of being shirtless in front of her, but that sweet and casual compliment coming from her.

—It's right, though? —he tried to know, looking down at himself.

Since it was a barbeque, he chose to keep it his style, mixing his style with that mature vibe she wanted from him. He wasn't quite sure the mix of jeans, team t-shirt and black bomber were a good mix.

—Hmm yeah —she quickly nodded—. What would you wear for a barbeque if it isn't that?

Just like him, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. They'd be completely twinning if it wasn't for the horrendous Patriots shirt she thought he was wearing. It almost seemed like they did it on purpose.

San just looked around after silence slowly invaded the small space of her car, appreciating how beautiful the brown leaves looked on the trees that surrounded the road. He loved that kind of chilly weather, it always helped him to zone out as he went back to visit his parents at the outskirts of Boston.

Y/n turn right, getting inside one thinner road that allowed him to see the big house after she drove for a few meters past the tall trees that kept it hidden. He wasn't expecting the cozy familiar house that his parents had, but he also wasn't expecting that big palace, with a Victorian style.

Her car surrounded the small garden right at the entrance, managing to park her car in front of the few steps that led to the entrance of the place.

—Hey —she called him, aware of the small details that gave out how panicked he suddenly was feeling—. Just be yourself, and say what we talked about —her hand found a spot right at his knee—. They won't mess with you as long as I'm there.

Her joke seemed tougher for him, as she gave him one last skin over his jeans, making his skirt jump so high that he thought it'd escape his throat at any time, feeling relieved when she moved it away.

Before they started their way to the house, Y/n stopped next to him, offering her hand to him, opening and closing her fingers so he'd understand what she wanted. It was a tiny smile, almost imperceptible, but his eyes slightly squinted with that small curve, encouraging her to move her hand to his and intertwine their fingers together.

—We can do this —she assured him.

—We can do this.

His hand felt so warm as it covered hers, that it gave her that little push she needed to start walking. Unlike what he first thought, Y/n surrounded the house, following the stone trail on the side that led to the backyard.

His stomach squeezed at the sound of several masculine and deep laughs from afar, and the smell of braised meat.

It was real. They were actually doing that.

Her hand squeezed his the same way he tried to give support to her, trying to let him know that she was there whatever he needed -and whatever bothered him-, before they turned the corner and met with the big group of people reunited around the table.

—Here they are! —her father mentioned, excitedly.

They only let go of each other's grip when she moved to greet her father and mother, giving them a warm hug before she went back to standing next to San. Her father looked more relaxed and approachable, and it probably was because he wasn't wearing that three piece suit. Instead, his outfit was similar to the one San was wearing, with the only exception being the jacket that Harry wasn't wearing. Her mother looked elegant, but not because of her clothes. Her aura. As she approached him after her father shook his hand, her mother gave him a welcoming hug.

—I'd love to say my daughter was the one I heard about you from, but it was actually my husband the one who talked non-stop about you.

—Mom —Y/n scolded her.

—Come here, I'll introduce you to everyone.

It was incredible what football could do in the way people behaved around each other. From being skeptical of her relationship, to totally being all over San after they found out they both supported the Patriots to death.

It was better for her though. That should make things easier.

San scanned the table, trying to get familiar with all of the faces that were there. They all seemed to have that fake nice facade on their faces as they greeted him, and Y/n knew what those poisoned tongues were planning to say as soon as they got the chance. Although there was a particular person that wasn't hiding his intentions.

Tim looked at San from head to toe, examining his clothes, his body language, his gestures, even the way his bangs covered his forehead in a careless style. He looked even more mediocre in person.

—So this is the secret boy, Y/n? —one of the ladies, sitting at the other side of the table with the rest of the wives, asked.

—He's here. And considering you all knew about it, I don't think calling him a secret is accurate.

Her father turned to her, giving her a soft scolding look before she faked a smile right after. Time to start the act.

Her arm suddenly linked to San's, gluing their bodies together as her head rested on his shoulder.

—How could I even think of hiding him?

San smiled at that sudden cute act, looking down at her. Her head slowly turned in the opposite direction, hiding her face from the people sitting on the table.

—Hold my hand or something —she asked him.

When she turned back to the initial position, San's hand moved hesitantly over her, brushing her hair away and tucking it behind her ear. His fingers felt soft and delicate on her skin.

—Well, you didn't have a problem hiding other boyfriends before —Tim attacked as soon as they both joined them on the table.

—I wasn't serious about them, I think that's quite simple to understand —she answered.

Before the conversation could scalate, her father interrupted to let everyone know that some of the meat was ready for them to eat. San got up with the two plates, letting her get engaged in the conversation they were having across the table about the last product they were planning to launch. Although her father's attention was on the young man, and the way he asked for a knife to take the muscle fiber away from one of the filets. At first, he thought he just had that same hangup as his daughter had, only to realize he was cutting them for her daughter, handing her the plate of the cut meat before he sat next to her again.

—I think it'd be quite interesting to know how you two met —Lina, one of the supplier's wife suggested as they kept eating.

—I love those stories —Mark, her husband, seconded.

—We met through a blind date that a common friend organized —Y/n answered—. The moment I saw him, I knew it —her hand reached to his under the table, moving her arm exaggeratedly so everyone would guess—. We went to that restaurant on the bay, right? It was really romantic. He showed up with a big bucket of flowers... I'm not a big fan of those things, but I could tell he was genuine about it.

—How long have you been dating? —Miranda asked.

—A month —Y/n turned to her—. We hit it off since we met, and we haven't been able to move away from each other ever since.

—That's so sweet —Miranda fawned—. Are you also working in this industry?

—N... no —San finally answered—. I'm an engineer. Since I was younger I was always drawn to that —he laughed nervously—. I spent most of the time on the computer, so why not use it to earn money?

Y/n squeezed his hand tighter, trying to let him know that he was doing fine.

—That sounds like a tough job though —Tim scoffed—. I doubt it's way more than just sitting in front of a computer. Harry told me you've worked in Vancouver for a year, and I've always been curious about what engineers do. Can you tell us a bit of your daily work there?

—I don't think it's necessary to talk about work now —Y/n tried to get in between.

—And I don't think you're San, let the boy speak if he wants —Tim clapped back.

Right what they thought they wouldn't be asked about, came up on the conversation and on the hand of the man Y/n tried to warn him about. His brain was working hard to get through the sudden block he was going through out of nervousness.

—I worked as a web developer with .Net Core and Webix framework at two projects at the same time, I created a solution for multi-class text classification problem using SVM and Random Forest, Implemented Speech to text, optical character recognition, and face detection on the app of the company, used NLP for recommendation system, implemented full-text search with Apache Lucene... —he gave a quick stop— It's alright if you don't understand half of what I'm saying, and I hope you understand I can't explain any easily what they all are. I think you'll understand I can't give much more details because it's all confidential.

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, getting lost in what he was saying after the second sentence, surprised by how convincing and serious he looked about it. Too surprised by his speech to even notice the way her father proudly smiled.

—Y/n is right —he turned to her—. It isn't time to talk about work now —after smiling at her, he turned to her father—. Sir, the meat was great, so delicious and tender.

He was in such a hectic and motivated mode, that he thought he'd explode.

After the lunch had gone by and they were finally alone at the other side of the yard, with the excuse that they wanted to be alone, Y/n finally took the chance to congratulate him for the good work he did during lunch, hitting his upper arm.

—I didn't understand a single thing you said, but it was amazing —she excitedly mentioned—. Did you see Tim's face? —she cackled— God, where did all that come from?

He didn't know himself.

He just didn't like the way he was feeling judged, and the way Y/n was almost being judged as a consequence. He was aware of that man's intentions with his question, and couldn't come up with any other way of shutting him up that wasn't that.

—I just used some things I've heard in class —he shyly answered.

—It was great —she answered back, trying to recognize his merit—. I didn't think they'd be so low to dig into your job like that, but you saved it so well, and you came up with something so fast... You left the standard so high.

More than proud of himself, he was smiling at how excited and fulfilled Y/n looked as she bounced on the spot. While, from afar, the same men that tried to interrogate him about his job were looking at them.

—I still think there's something off about him —Tim clicked his tongue—. They don't look like a couple that are crazy in love and haven't been moving away from each other for a month.

—Don't tell me you're still butthurt over Y/n dumping your son —Josh mocked him.

—What do you want them to do? Make out in front of me? —Harry joined them— I really think he's a good guy, and I'm really happy about my daughter settling down with someone like him.

His daughter seemed happy, San seemed to take good care of her... why would anyone, especially his own father, think ill of their relationship?

After watching the match at her parents' living room, basically pushed to be sitting apart when her father hooked his arm around his shoulders so he'd sit next to him, Y/n got ready to drive him home.

It had been a long day, and it was about time to get all that to an end.

They both were in silence all the way back to his place, with Y/n too deep in her thoughts. She didn't want to drop him off, she wanted to spend more time with him despite spending almost all day together. But she was unsure of whether he also wanted to be around her more than needed.

—You were great today —she commented, quickly shifting her eyes to him before moving them back to the road.

—Was I? —he sighed— I don't really know. But it does seem like everyone ate it up, right?

—Yeah. Linda was so into our date. I don't know what more details she wanted me to tell her. Maybe what color my panties were, or I don't know —she rolled her eyes—. But it turned out better than I expected.

San nodded with a smile, allowing silence to slowly kick back inside her car.

—Hmm, do you have something to do? —her question took him by surprise— I mean, it isn't that late. And since it turned out well, I thought we could celebrate we won't have to do this again.

But would it genuinely be a celebration?

—Yeah, sure —he nodded—. Why not?

It took her less than a minute to come up with somewhere where they'd be comfortable and calm. She had been there before a few times, with one of the several failed dates. She loved the place, to the point where it made up for the awful company she chose to have.

Except for that day.

The other times, there weren't that many people. And maybe it was because it was during weekdays. She should've guessed that showing up there on a weekend, right after a football match, wasn't the best choice. But they both still went inside, walking among the crowd until they found a free small tall table.

San went for the drinks and some chips before she could even think of standing up from the stool, thanking him after the hard time she had to manage to sit up there. Despite being noisy and crowded, it all turned calm and silent around them when he came back with the two bottles and the small plate, joining her back at their table.

—So, any feedback about today? —Y/n asked first.

—It was nice —he simply answered—. Everyone was quite... normal —he shrugged—. Except for that bald man that kept interrogating us.

—Ah, Tim —she nodded—. He's always been an asshole, don't worry. I bet he's still bitter after his son broke up with me, and I didn't want to take him back when he regretted it —she rolled her eyes.

—You were dating his son? —His eyebrows raised in amusement.

—For three years —she answered, eating one of the chips—. He is an unfaithful asshole addicted to crack, and Tim just tries to hide it by burying the others' achievements. That's why he picked it up against us two. I guess he was still hopeful that I'd take his son back one day. And I guess my father was also expecting that, at some point.

—That's why you did this whole thing?

—Well, it's a bit complicated —she tried to explain—. Tom is an asshole, but his family has stability and power. And I guess that my father wants to be sure I have that stability and power for the moment he retires —her lips grimaced—. In part, he does it because his partners will give him a hard time in regards to what I choose to do before he passes the torch to me, and I also think it's just a basic worry of a normal parent. But my dad seemed to miss the point that power and stability aren't just money and a name —she shrugged, moving her eyes up to him.

—If it makes you feel better, I think you'll be a great director one day —he assured her.

—Uh-hum, that's right —she agreed, smiling at his comment—. What about you?

San frowned at her question, not understanding where she was coming from with it.

—I opened up about why I do this, now you need to open up, too.

—Well, I lied and told my friends you were my girlfriend.

—I know that —she interrupted him—. But there has to be something deeper than that.

—None of my friends know about Soundleasure —he admitted—. I was sure they'd have searched up for you online or something, and I guess I was scared you'd tell them how we met.

—Tss, do I look like I'd tell strangers that I used to pay to listen to dirty audios?—she clicked her tongue— I rather keep that perverted side hidden as well —she softly added—. Do you enjoy doing those videos?

—I guess? —he shrugged— It's good to know I can do and say anything behind that name, because no one will judge me or look at me differently. It's like a shield. I manage to dig in on what I like or not, I do things that I wouldn't dare to do in my regular life, and behave in ways that would never cross my mind.

—But you're Soundleasure —she puckered her lips—. You're stopping yourself from doing that. I mean, it's not that your alter ego is a serial killer or a psycho. He's just more confident and eager to do things. You clearly find yourself comfortable in that position, but at the same time you stop yourself because you're scared of that change —her head tilted to the side—. You need to stop yourself from avoiding risks. You think too much about what others might think.

Before he could even answer, an elbow hit the back of his head, making it bang forward before he rubbed his hand against the spot that was hit.

Y/n had seen that group of men being overly loud and annoying, getting way too close to their table without being aware of it, because they were the type to think they owned the place and the people next to them only had to deal with it.

—Hey! I know it's weird for a gorilla like you to be around people, but you need to watch out —Y/n called him out.

—Excuse me? —the man was shocked at her comment, turning to their table again after hearing her voice over the chants.

—You heard me —she snapped back, annoyed—. You hit him, apologize.

—Doesn't he have a mouth to speak? —he turned to San— Does your girlfriend have to speak for you? —the man tilted his head— Why don't you just do what you're supposed to? Sit back on your seat, and keep your pretty mouth shut —he looked back at Y/n.

Something didn't sit right with him with the way that man was speaking to her. He could deal with someone being rude to him, and disrespecting him. But his blood boiled when he dared to look down at Y/n as if she was worth nothing.

—And why don't you take that big fat ass out of this place and do all of us a favor? —San suddenly spoke.

—Big fat ass?

—Yeah. You and your big foot complex are ruining the fun for all of us here. So get the fuck out —and suddenly, he was aware of who he was speaking to, and where—, please.

—The little princess knows how to speak —the man mocked him—. Let's see how you speak without teeth.

But before that man could approach him any closer, San's leg moved faster, hitting the heel of his white sneakers against the chin of the tall man before he could even take a step in his direction. Y/n was so impressed by the sudden move that she didn't realize the moment San rushed towards her, gripping her wrist and dragging her out of the bar as soon as all that confidence disappeared and he was aware that it was an eight against one kind of situation.

Y/n didn't doubt, she didn't stop to think anything, she just ran behind him, while he pulled her tight while those men chased them down the street.

—Where the hell did you learn to do that? —she suddenly asked.

—I did taekwondo when I was younger, I didn't even remember I could do that.

The smile on her face quickly dropped when she looked back and was aware of the men getting closer to them, momentarily losing them as San turned left at one of the streets, before he pulled her body abruptly to one of the nearest dark alleys.

Their breaths were shaky as they both hid in the darkness, with his body completely covering hers while the wall worked as a support for her back. It was all so rushed, it all happened so fast, that neither of them seemed to realize how close they were until the eight men ran past the same alley they were hiding at.

It was only then that he looked down at her to make sure she was okay.

Her parted lips were the most dangerous invitation, and their warm breaths mixing in the small space between them worked like the tightest pull between them. Once their eyes were linked among the heavy air, it was over for the two of them.

—You told me to take some risks —he whispered—. Let me take another risk tonight.

His lips felt soft against hers, even more than she imagined after seeing his pictures. They were definitely better than she could've imagined.

His pull was addictive, dangerous... to the point that it had her hooking her fingers around his neck, as she stood on her tiptoes, to make the kiss deeper. It went from a soft peck to a lip sucking experience that had her head running in circles due to the intensity. His mouth was clumsy, barely managing to keep up with how she was moving, despite him pinning her against the wall to glue their bodies even closer together.

He was inexperienced, the kiss was messy, but it was the most electrifying kiss she had ever had. They didn't even need to dig their tongues on the other's mouth to have her toes curling and her mouth gasping for air due to the intensity of her heartbeat.

It was the best kiss she had ever had in such a long time.

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woosanslight · 4 years

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therapy group- ateez ff

warnings: none :)

((intentional lowercase!!))

a/n: hellooo atiny!! first off, this isn’t really edited.. it’s kinda brief and quick, so.. sorry? this is my first post, so i’m not entirely sure if it’ll become a series yet.. but i mean- if y’all get into it, it could very well happen ;)

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gentle sunlight filtered through the room, sending glittering golden light onto the rooms’ cozy atmosphere and settled occupants.

the walls were supporting flowering vines hanging from little white pots, dangling from the ceiling, the white daisy-like flowers dusting the room in a honeyish fragrance. the small pots were patterned with pastel hearts and illustrated meadows, both making the room even more aestheticically pleasing.

in the center of the room was a large, hollowed out, cushioned seating area, accompanied by many fluffy blankets, poofy pillows and a small firepit in the very middle. there were also long, thin strips of flowery clovers surrounding the large pit.

the comforting aroma of baked cookies and cinnamon muffins whispered into the room softly, with the rooms’ occupants already being in a sugar-fazed state by the tempting smells. everyone glanced at the romanised clock eagerly, noting how much longer until they could actually eat these delicately crafted goodies.

someone cleared their throat, “uhh, so.. wait where were we..?” his legs were dangling over the edge of a honey-coloured hanging chair, a white fluffy pillow hugged against his stomach, “because like, i’m pretty sure that distracted all of us,” he said, gesturing to the thin tendril of pretty-smelling smoke hovering in the air. the boy himself, had peachy-corally coloured hair, slightly drooping over his big, playful brown eyes. he had a tall, slender frame despite his puppy-like gentleness. he was wearing a turquoise-tinted hoodie, with the sleeves far past his hands creating sweet little sweater paws. he also had plain white sweatpants on, accompanied by spotted white fluffy socks. the name scrawled onto his nametag read a messy “yunho”.

sitting on a lavender-coloured beanbag strewn onto the white carpeted floor lay another boy, with sandy blonde hair, a slight frame and a beautifully perfect face. he fiddled with his shirtsleeves distractedly, his mind elsewhere. he wore a black sweatshirt, grey sweatpants and plain white socks. despite his typically boring outfit, he was still surrounded by a god-like aura. he was undeniably gorgeous, but his insightful, intelligent and settled personality made him even more intriguing. his own nametag was carefully scripted with the name “yeosang”.

after a few seconds of thoughtful silence between the huddled group, yeosang spoke up in a deep, gentle voice; “i think i might have the answer to your question, hwajoon hyung,” he glanced briskly at yunho, a slight look of disregard aimed towards his easily-distracted self.

their female councillor, hwajoon, smiled warmly at yeosang, “tell us your insight then, yeosang”

he smiled back at her, once again a godly sight, his eyes twinkling with a knowing look. he knew exactly what he was going to say next. and expectimg the usual length of his ‘insights’ everyone started complaining and groaning in dreading tones.

#kpop #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateezsmut #ateezfluff #ateezau #ateezff #ateeztherapyau #ateezangst #ateezscenarios #ateezreactions

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potaeto-writes · 2 years

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Falling: Prologue

This will be a story. A story of love, of pain, of anguish hidden behind a smile, and of horrible things that can't be undone. And in the way of stories, it must be told and heard. So I am here for the telling, and you, for the listening. Who I am is not of meaning to you, just as your identity is not of importance to me. Simply know that this story was told to me by Yeosang and Heejin, and now I am telling it to you.

#taterfic: falling #yeosangff #ateezff #yeosangxoc

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tinyatinybong · 4 years

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Eidolon Wonderland (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/29scMijLm8 New friend listen. Do you hear the droplets of water tittering, whispering to each other? Do you hear the faint ticking of a not-clock somewhere? Or do you hear the phwisk-whisk of pupils beginning to move behind closed eyes? A small gust of not-wind comes from the house-in-the-middle-of-nowhere. Not from the soundless, rainless, lightless, windless storm... But from behind once colorless now tinted and barely open lips. Welcome to Eidolon Paradise. Alternate Universe Ateez Fanfiction

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heyitsmerose · 3 years

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Them asking for consent (Hyung Line)

Hello again! I recently had the ‘talk’ with my little sister. Just the usual, safety, consent, etc. I realised a few my readers may be younger too, around 15 or 16, which is why I beleive it is essential to learn about, understand and talk about important topics such as consent. I will be later on linking a guide to these important yet taboo topics such as contraceptives, consent, pleasure, relationships, etc. so please stay tuned and stay educated. That’s all from me, please enjoy!

Word count: 2.4k

Genre : Angst + Fluff

Hongjoong:

You and Hongjoong had been in a relationship for not too long, maybe 4-5 months at max. Your favourite part of your relationship was how considerate he was. He would always ask before doing initiating anything and was very gentle with you. Despite this, at times you felt that your relationship might have been moving a little too slow. You knew your feelings for him were genuine and you wanted to become more intimate.

You tried to convey what you felt in a subtle way, by kissing him for longer at times and not pulling away, by adding tongue into your kisses, which he reciprocated, but then pulled away shyly after a few seconds. You came over to his house early in the morning just to make him breakfast in bed and to see is adorable morning messy hair. You back-hugged him in the morning, circling your hands around his waist running them along his sides, only for him to giggle and turn around, pecking your nose, and then return to what he was doing originally. You gave his head massages scraping your nails against his scalp and putting pressure on certain points, and although you thought it wasn’t working, he once sensually groaned, and you thought you were getting somewhere, only for him to apologise and leave.

Despite all the various attempts on numerous occasions to initiate more intimate contact, he would usually shy away or wouldn’t reciprocate it, so you felt guilty for making him feel uncomfortable. After a week or so of trying, you gave up and resumed your normal lifestyle. To your surprise, Hongjoong actually enjoyed the past week more than he would like to admit and once you stopped doing all those little things, he felt empty, and realised he wanted this too.

There was this once when the both of you were at your house and you were at a kitchen counter making some popcorn to eat for a movie. Just as you were done, you felt two big arms, engulfing you, wrapping around your waist. You looked to the side and it was Hongjoong. He pressed a kiss to your head and although on the outside you were calm, on the inside you almost lost it. You turned around in his embrace and pecked his soft lips shortly.

“What is all this?” You said giggling

“Y/n, I think I’m ready to move on to the next stage of our relationship” He said, and your eyes lit up. A big smile erupted on your face and he reciprocated it too.

“Are you sure?” You asked him and he nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He then held both of your hands with his bigger, warmer ones and led you to the bedroom. He sat down, and made you sit in his lap. You were straddling him and could feel him completely.

“Y/n, I know I want this, but do you? I never really asked you. Are you okay with this?” He asked all of a sudden. You nodded and pecked his forehead.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point of time, you can tell me okay? Just tap on my shoulder 3 times and I’ll stop immediately okay?” He said, hands holding your face. You just smiled in return, locking lips with him, mumbling an okay in between.

Finally, it was time...

“Y/n, can I touch you?” He asked softly, and you almost exploded from the gentleness in his voice.

“Yes hun, thank you for being so gentle” You smiled back at him. He slowly glided his hands under your shirt, not making contact yet, looking up at your eyes one last time. You nodded, and he finally grazed his fingers along your stomach, chills went down your spine anticipating what the rest of the night was going to be like.

Seonghwa:

You and Seonghwa had been dating for over 4 years, but he still never forgot to ask for your approval. You were a little shy, which gave him all the more reason to constantly check if the pace of your relationship was alright.

You had gone to Paris on vacation as a getaway, to take time away from both of your stressful lifestyles. This was much needed for the both of you and you had quite a lot on your agendas. Your final destination was the Eiffel tower, how romantic. It was night time, and quite late. At this time, not a lot of people were actually on the Eiffel tower and were instead viewing from below (this usually does not happen, but just imagine that you got lucky). You thought it was the perfect time to go, as you’d both get the privacy you wanted and would be able to enjoy the beautiful Parisian night view from above. You made your way to the top with the tour guide, and he left you both alone at the top. It was quite cold and you began to shiver, so he offered his jacket, to which you declined and just rubbed your hands. The cold air was after all, a part of the experience. He just laughed at your cuteness and got out his phone.

He snapped a pic secretly while you were looking out at the view, and reviewed it, blushing at the way your hair blew back and your face was illuminated by the lights from below showing off your cute, astonished smile. While you were looking out, you slowly, noticed him snaking his arms around your waist and you just laughed, used to these little moments. You inhaled his scent and leaned into him.

“I’m so happy to be here with you” He whispered into your hair

“Me too” You said back and the both of you stayed in that position for a little longer, swaying from side to side slightly. After a while, you started shivering again, and he realised it was probably best to go back. Although this memory was quite short, it would be quite memorable. Before leaving though, he did have one thing on his bucket list, that he couldn’t leave without doing.

He swiftly turned you around in his embrace to face him, and held both of your hands, staring into your eyes.

“Y/n, I love you so much, and I’m so glad to be here with you right now, you don’t understand how happy you make me, and I’m so lucky to wake up to you every morning...” He said pausing to take a breath in. Meanwhile, this was all too much for you. This romantic setting, being in the arms of your lover and his loving words that hit you like a truck, and soon enough you started crying.

“Noooo, why are you cryingg?” He whined, wiping your tears. You just laughed and shook your head. He gasped and then realised.

“Wait, you don’t think I’m proposing to you, do you? I’m not just yet don’t worry?” You just hit his shoulder and mumbled an “I know” through your tears

“I don’t think words will ever be able to describe how much I love you” He said rubbing his nose against yours and you almost died inside from the cheesiness. He grabbed your face with both hands and made you face him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly. You just laughed at the way he still asked for permission even after 4 years of dating. You nodded your head, and he inched closer until you both locked lips. Despite dating for over 4 years, sparks flew every time you kissed. He grazed his tongue gently against your bottom lip asking for entry and you allowed him, deepening the kiss. He explored your mouth and even made contact with your tongue. You lips locked together perfectly as if they were made for each other and you couldn’t have wished for a better experience than this, romantically locking lips with your lover atop the Eiffel tower.

Yunho:

You and Yunho had been dating for around 2 years or so and had started getting quite comfortable in your relationship. Being merely strangers after meeting on a dating app, the idea of sex never really came up over the past few month. Now however, you were definitely not strangers and Yunho was starting to feel emotions and feelings he couldn’t describe. You on the other hand, were quite happy with the pace of your relationship and didn’t notice anything wrong.

All of a sudden, after being gone for an entire week, for filming a camping series with ateez, he realised how much he missed you. He came back and when he was greeted by you wearing nothing but his top and some underwear, with your gray bra visible, he started to understand these feelings. It was lust, desire and need. You noticed how he would get a little closer than usual and kissed you for longer. You loved the attention, but knew something was off.

After he had kissed you against the kitchen counter for what felt like the 20th time, you confronted him.

“Yunho-yah, did you really miss me this much” You said, with an innocent smile plastered on your face. Yunho smiled even bigger than you and rubbed you cheek with his palm.

“I want to tell you something, follow me” He held your hand and dragged you to the couch, sitting you down facing him.

“What is it? Is everything alright?” You said a a little worried.

“Yes, well, I don’t know... Y/n... I hope you won’t judge me when I say this, but I know we’ve been dating for a while and I just wanted to know if you’re ready” He said cautiously

“Ready for what?” You asked nonchalantly, fixing a strand of his hair

“Ready to have sex with me” He whispered, a little unsure

“oh” was the only thing you managed to get out.

“It’s totally alright if you don’t want to just yet, I just want to know how you feel.” He said grabbing ahold of your hands, but you flinched away and he immediately felt guilty for bringing up the topic.

“No, no I want to, I want to be intimate with you, it’s just can we give it some time? This is a little much to process, and I would love to have my first time with you, but I just- I just don’t think I’m ready yet, I’m sorry” You said, looking down feeling guilty for turning him down life that.

“No, no please don’t apologise hun, take your time, I’m sorry I brought it up” He said. He gave you your own time and space to process it, but opened his arms wide for a hug and you gladly accepted, snuggling into his embrace, he kissed your head and you fell asleep.

The fact that you didn’t rush it only made your first time more special. It was on a holiday after a few more months of dating and approval of the relationship from both your parents too. The setting was perfect too, he had booked a private villa near the beach and you were so grateful. He took his time and consistently asked if you were okay. You agreed and were thankful to have waited a little longer, because now you were a 100% sure and were able to show all your love.

Yeosang:

You and Yeosang had met recently through a mutual friend and were on your 5th or 6th date. By this point, you were comfortable enough to have invited him over to your house to watch a movie together, nothing too extreme. It was a movie that you found out he was actually waiting for, so when he arrived and saw the choice of movie, he immediately got excited.

Throughout the first hour, you both were slightly awkward, as he kept watching the movie, not concentrating on you, while you couldn’t get your eyes off of him. You stared at his perfect jawline, and his dimly lit face, that cast harsh shadows of his nose and lips, outlining their perfect shape. You unintentionally sighed, from the lack of attention, and he immediately looked at you. He panicked wondering what was wrong. He saw how you had your arms folded and mouth in a pout and realised you were upset. When you looked back at him and he was still looking at you, you immediately blushed and he realised what you wanted. He opened his arms, ushering you to scoot closer and snuggle into him, to which you smiled at the offer. You gladly accepted, snuggling into his embrace taking in his scent. After a while, you started to get sleepy though, and couldn't help yourself but fall asleep in his comfortable embrace. Meanwhile, he kept watching the movie and when realised you had fallen asleep, a look of pure adoration was evident on his face. He took his phone and snapped a few pics of you secretly, while you were snuggled into him.

He observed the way your eyes were fluttered shut, long eyelashes frayed on your cheeks and your messy hair, snuggled into his embrace. He set the picture as his wallpaper and fell asleep onto you too. About an hour later, the both of you woke up, only to see the movie was over, and you both were snuggled into each other, face merely inches apart. You moved closer to his lips, looking back up into his eyes and he nodded. You pressed a long kiss to his soft lips and he smiled into the kiss.

He got up and you saw a notification pop up on his screen, only to be greeted by your sleeping figure as his wallpaper. He panicked and tried to defend himself.

“I’m sorry, I took a photo of you secretly, I should have asked before, I probably seem like such a creep I’m sorry, I can remove it if you’d like” He rambled.

“No, no, I actually find it quite cute that you have a picture of me as your wallpaper. Thank you for clarifying with me though, I appreciate that you asked me if was alright to have my photo, especially since, I kind of need to prepare beforehand, I look weird in candid photos” you laughed and he held your hands.

“Y/n, I think you look good all the time so please don’t think otherwise, but don’t worry, I won’t take photos if you don’t want me to” He said. You just shook your hand dismissing him and snuggled back into his embrace.

“It’s alright Yeo, I actually like it, so don’t worry” You whispered into his neck and he got chills immediately.

You just chuckled at his cuteness and appreciated the fact that he asked if you were okay with him taking the photos.

#ateez x reader #ateez ff #ateezff #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic

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