#literally mingi saying yunho is his best friend and he ran to him then their heads together and spun... i sobbed for like 2 mins

[yuyusboyfriend]

⋆ Get On Mic ⋆

pairing: Mingi x gn reader ft. Yunho

word count: 2,3k

content: Mingi likes your, and his best friend's, voice a little... too much and isn't very good at hiding it

warnings/tags: mxm, sub!mingi, dom!reader, switch!yunho, phone sex, voyeurism, possessive mingi, I can't really think of any others, tell me if there's anything else

a/n: just incase, wyd= what you doing ,vc=voice chat, also this isn't proof read so!!! sorry

Mingi: you busy?

You: just finished some work, why wyd?

Mingi: jump on vc lets play, you promised. and the guys miss you

This was the 3rd time this week you had abandoned your 'finished' homework for Mingi. You would've said not tonight as said homework is due tomorrow, but for all the boys? You supposed you could play for a little while.

Mingi had been acting differently for a few weeks, nothing obvious, but you had noticed he had become much clingier with you. "Did one of your anime characters die or something?" you asked the giant that was wrapped around you as you made lunch for the boys.

"Hm? Oh, no, you're just so comfy. This hoodie new?" he grumbled into your shoulder, putting his hands in the front pockets as you tried to maneuver the both of you around the kitchen.

"No it's Jongho's, he said I could borrow it for the day-"

"Wear mine instead." Mingi unravelled himself from you and marched off to his bedroom with purpose, emerging with a hoodie of his own. It was your favourite of his, and he knew it—a tattered grey one that Mingi had owned for years, and he looked so pretty in it; you complimented him on it whenever he decided to wear it. You had actually been seeing it more often these days than you used to.

"Alright Mingi, whatever makes you happy princess" You didn't question his actions; Mingi's clingy days were quite endearing to you if you were honest. He clung to you like a koala to a tree, despite his stature and the fact you could hardly move when he did.

"I'm not a princess y/n,"

"You sure act like one? It's okay to be my princess Mingi, I'll look after you, hm?" Mingi huffed grumpily and slipped his hands under Jongho's jumper to pull it over your head, before realising you weren't wearing a shirt under it. Despite his beet-red face, he slipped his hoodie over your head, and took a step to admire his work; the way you looked in his clothes.

"See that's much better!" He yelled loud enough to smother the noise of his racing thoughts.

"I'm right here Mingi!" You rubbed your ringing ear as he apologised for nearly bursting your eardrum, "You are right though, this does look better. Could you give this back to Jongho when he gets home for me?"

He sighed sarcastically, "Anything for you my y/n." That left you with a weird flutter in your stomach, you weren't used to Mingi using endearing language like that. You wouldn't mind it again, though.

"Thank you, princess!" You laughed and ran away hearing Mingi's heavy footsteps not far behind.

You opened the voice chat to hear Woo and Joong fighting over who got who killed in their last match. "YOU LITERALLY-Y/n! You're here!" Wooyoung yelled down the mic and diverted his attention to you, with a slew of greetings coming through from the boys, Mingi's voice pitching in last.

"You made it," you could practically hear the grin on Mingi's face.

"Here he goes again" Yeosang's voice chimes into the conversation.

"Shut up Yeo."

You look at your screen, confused as to why Yeosang would say that and what it meant; why Mingi's tone had turned deep and icy at the statement, but before you even had a chance to question the situation, Seonghwa beat you to it. "Let's play! San I'm gonna beat your ass."

"We're on the same team??"

After playing a few rounds for a few…hours…the boys finally called a 20-minute break so they could go stretch and raid their kitchen for whatever they had bought on a late-night shopping trip. Well, you thought everybody had gone anyway.

"Y/n?" You almost missed Mingi's hushed voice down the mic, he sounded so soft. You hoped you could go and see the boys after all your assignments were handed in; you missed Mingi's hugs-turned-cuddle-sessions-turned-sleepovers.

"What's up princess, you okay?" your gentle tone sent shivers down the boy's spine. He felt hot when you called him sweet names through the phone, and while he wouldn't admit it to anyone, the way you called him princess got to him. Bad. Like bad in the way that was making him shift in his chair as the fabric on his plaid pyjama pants felt tighter by the second. Fuck, he felt so guilty, letting your sleepy voice get to him like this, but he just couldn't help it. He loved it, he loved the way you made noises when you stretched in your chair, groans slipping out of your mouth-

"Mingi? You there?"

He accidentally huffed a little down the mic, trying to conceal his whimpers as he pressed down into his growing hard-on, trying to gain some friction with the palm of his hand while he answered your worried tone. "yeah yeah,, I'm here. Can you just… talk? Tell me about your day,,, please?" Now that he had started, he just couldn't stop himself from reaching into his trousers now grinding up into his palm through just his boxers.

"Yeah, sure Mingi. So you know that assignment? I actually haven't…." The warmth of your voice spread like wildfires across his burning skin as you told him about… he totally wasn't sure what you were saying. His head was too fuzzy, too high off of your voice that he could barely register your words when he wasn't concentrating.

"Mingi are you okay? You sound out of breath, should I tell one of the guys to check on you-"

"No! No, I'm hh, fine y/n,, c-carry on please" Mingi knew he would get caught any second with the noises escaping his mouth, but he just couldn't help it, he wanted you so fucking bad, he was so desperate for you to just make a move on him after weeks, months of teasing and touching; hell, he had 3 wet dreams and infinite cold showers after he took Jongho's hoodie off your body, his eyes absorbing every detail, curve, scar, blemish, beauty mark—whatever his eyes had access to at that moment.

"Princess. You should've just told me you needed my voice." Busted. You could hear Mingi rhythmically shifting and huffing, his chair squeaking every once in a while. In all honesty, you had caught Mingi doing this a couple of times now, You could always hear the sound of Mingi's hand smacking the base of his cock as he stroked himself to your voice. It lit a heat in your stomach so strong that after the first few times, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from reaching into your underwear and playing with yourself; Slow enough as to not cum on the call but by the time it had ended you'd be writhing and squirming into your mattress. The thought of him taking in your body with greedy eyes any chance he could had your legs shaking as your orgasm hit you like a truck, crying out his name into your pillow.

"Wh- what? What do you mean?" Mingi's movements came to a halt on the other side of the call.

"Mingi, do you think I can't hear what you've been doing? How all of a sudden when it's just me and you, your breaths become heavy? Oh, princess, you're cute." you couldn't help teasing the poor man, you didn't think you had done too much till you heard the giant whimper into his mic, hands moving at a faster pace than before.

"Answer me, baby, tell me what you're doing, please?"

"Ah- I'm… fuck I'm sorry. Just—your voice is so hot, I couldn't help it—ngh" Before you could you heard a phone camera click, followed by a notification on your phone—Oh.

Mingi's veined hand was practically suffocating the base of his angry cock, precum leaking out of his tip. God, it was a beautiful sight that made your mouth water-

"Mingi. You didn't send that just to me…"

Yunho: did you mean to send that to the both of us or should I just pretend I didn't see anything?

Yunho: Either way, Impressive👍

Mingi squeaked at Yunho's messages out of embarrassment, and being kind of turned on at his friend's words.

Right? You like what you see, Yunho? Come join the call again…

You had a sneaking suspicion that they both had a little more interest in each other than just lifelong friends, and while you liked Mingi a whole lot, his best friend was just as pretty. The two of you had also shared some drunken kisses and touches one night after helping a blacked-out Mingi to bed. You wanted to dress them up in matching outfits and parade them around the house-

"Mingi? Y/n?" Yunho cautiously called out your names, his voice more gruff than usual.

"Yunho… help…" Mingi was barely able to get his words out, between the shame of getting caught out, and the way it was making him more needy by the second, his brain felt as though it was becoming mush.

"Mingi, are you really rubbing one out in the call again? You were bound to get caught, this is on you." Ah, so you weren't the only one who had caught onto his antics. To be fair, when it was just late-night calls between the 3 of you, he wasn't sly at all. All the shuffling and coughing to cover up his sounds, and the way he would mute himself for a suspiciously long amount of time with no warning, all to come back with a groggy voice and shallow breaths.

"Again?! Ah-What do you mean again-" Mingi gave up on trying to stop his whimpers and groans between speaking, letting them fall out of his bitten lips.

"Mingi, you could've just told us you needed our help, I'm literally in the room next to yours." Yunho can't help but let out a throaty laugh at the boy's predicament.

"Don't you dare Yunho, if you're gonna touch him then I better be there for it." Your body heat rises at the thought of the two of you teasing Mingi's aching body till he cums for you both. As if Mingi was thinking the same thing, his sweet noises increased with each stroke, one hand reaching up to play with his sensitive nipples. He was so desperate to cum after unintentionally edging himself two times, both of your words mixing with the fuzz in his brain making.

"Guys I don't mean—mean to stop the bickering but—please help,,," Mingi grabbed his phone and threw himself on his soft bed. Since his room was already darkened, the only sources of light emitting from his gaming setup and phone screen thanks to the blackout curtains, he turned the camera on for you and Yunho to see his tired and red face huffing into the darkness.

"Pretty," You heard Yunho whisper under his breath, so quiet you weren't sure if he had meant to say it out loud, but Mingi's little whimper as he rutted against his bed reassured Yunho either way.

"You think so Yunho? You think our princess is a pretty boy?"

"So pretty. Arent you Mingi?" He cried out so loud Yunho could hear him through the wall. He began to beat his cock harder with each stroke slapping his skin louder than the last.

"Oh Mingi, you're so worked up sweet boy, you gonna cum for us?" you whispered sweetly, bringing Mingi closer to his edge.

"Y-yes fuck please I'm so close please keep going" The boy moaned out into the bedsheets, craving his nearing release. He imagined two sets of hands on his aching body, Yunhos larger pair raking across his chest while one of yours grips the surface of his hip, the other dragging up and down his weeping cock.

"Im gonna- I- I need to cum-" You could hear Yunho's breaths becoming shaky and uneven too, the sounds coming from the two almost making you cum untouched at the thought of them getting off to this.

"Yunho, you ready to cum with Mingi? I wanna hear you both cry" You say with a smile, rolling your hips into your pillow.

"Y-yeah, Mingi fuck cum princess" Yunho tried to say in a stable voice, faltering as he and Mingi came into tightened fists, cum streaking against their surroundings. Mingi cried as he spurted white liquid from his tip, what felt like hours of edging coming to an end finally, his orgasm hitting him so roughly he had managed to get cum on his face and the walls from the buildup. Yunhos had been a little less explosive but he had still been desperate for release knowing what his roommate had been up to for so long. After a minute or two of no talking, you checked in,

"You boys okay now?" You approached the situation cautiously.

"Y/n, can you come over? We'll help you with your essay just- please come over?" Mingis's groggy voice pleaded, Yunho carrying on his thoughts.

"I'll pick you up and take you to college in the morning too, we miss you." Maybe it was how soft they sounded in their haze of post-nut clarity, but you really couldn't say no to them.

"I'll be ready in 5 but take your time getting here… Also, I didn't get to cum so are you guys gonna fix that orrrr?" You hear the call end as you finish your sentence and suddenly feel embarrassed.

Mingi: be there in 4.

I'm sorry this is so ass tbh😭😭😭😭 it's done now though thank GOD

#ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez imagine #jeong yunho x reader #yunho smut #song mingi imagine #mingi imagines #song mingi x reader #mingi x reader #mingi smut #song mingi smut #this is ass

[seonghwaddict]

★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 006 ] that's for the breasts, sir.

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. none? word count. 2.7k

　　　　　　　　chapter v // chapter vi // chapter vii

Before the four of you could finally commence the journey to the mall, you had to go through one small but very loud obstacle.

As soon as Yunho pulled off from the side of the road, a body flung itself across the front of his car. It seemed that Wooyoung booked it out of the house and locked the front door from the outside, which they apparently only had two keys to—one with Wooyoung and the other with Hongjoong.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the thud, but after realising what it was, couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as the others groaned. You looked to your right at the house, catching a glimpse of Mingi’s leg sticking out of the kitchen window in an attempt to escape and recapture Wooyoung.

“You’re gonna take me with you whether you like it or not!” His voice was muffled, but due to its natural volume, you could all hear him perfectly well. With a roll of his eyes, Yunho unlocked the car and Wooyoung all but pranced his way into the backseat, squeezing you in between him and Hongjoong.

“What if there’s a fire in the house? How are they gonna get out?” You asked jokingly.

Hongjoong piped up with an amused grin, “There’s a back door. I’m actually surprised they didn’t think of that yet.”

And with that, Yunho continued the journey to the mall, ignoring the way Seonghwa ran after the car for a couple of metres while cursing out Wooyoung until he gave up.

The ride there was also pretty short. It was a relatively popular mall that offered a variety of stores and a fucking amazing food court with all your favourite restaurants. As the five of you walked through the mall, Wooyoung had his arm linked with yours, leading all of you to the store that housed an assortment of technology ranging from phones to massage chairs to music equipment, which is exactly what they needed.

“While you guys do your thing here, I’m gonna go ahead and find something to wear.” You excused yourself politely and were surprised when Yunho tagged along—Wooyoung joining you was less of a surprise. But you didn’t complain, spending the last few weeks with him created a small soft spot in your heart.

After spending so much time with him and meeting all his friends, you came to the conclusion that you seriously misjudged them and told yourself you would make it up to them one day. When you brought it up to Wooyoung to apologise for being such a stubborn jerk at the start of the project, he merely waved you off and said something along the lines of “It doesn’t matter now anyway, we’re best friends forever! Unless you want to be more th-” and then you punched him in the arm.

As much as you wanted to deny it, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and that entire ensemble of frat boys were incredibly handsome. Without meaning to, you sometimes found yourself staring, tracing their silhouettes with your eyes and your fingers itching to whip out your sketchbook and draw their perfect proportions. San’s physique, for example, was so nice to look at it frustrated you sometimes, jealous of his lean figure and waist so tiny you could wrap a hair tie around it.

“I’d rather get to know you than watch Hongjoong-hyung spend an hour trying to find the perfect speakers or whatever it is he needs.” Yunho reasoned, falling into step on your left while Wooyoung took your right. It was then that you noticed how tall he actually was, having to quite literally crane your neck to smile at him understandingly.

“I heard you major in acting, is that what you wanna do in the future?” You asked, then immediately realised how stupid of a question that was. Your face scrunched up with embarrassment. “Sorry, that was a dumb question.”

But Yunho laughed, not at you but rather at how endearing you are. “No, no. Don’t worry. Yeah, that’s what I hope to do in the future. But… how do you know what I major in? I don’t recall meeting you, let alone telling you what I study.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, smiling at the way your eyes bulged from your skull at his insinuation.

“One of my friends also is an acting major!” You blurt, quickly explaining yourself. “You know, Kim Gahyun? I’ve heard you’re great at it.”

At his deep chuckle, you looked up at him, confused. But before you could question it, Woyooung pulled you into one of the stores abruptly.

“I love this place, you should get your stuff here!”

After observing your surroundings for a second, you realised what store you were in. Well, you didn’t realise the name of it, but rather the fact that everything would be very costly.

“I don’t know, Wooyoung…” you trailed off, stepping to the nearest clothing rack and checking the price tag of the first blouse you could get your hands on. You nearly choked at the number displayed on the pristine white tag, quickly and carefully placing it back on the rack. “Everything is too expensive and I don’t get paid enough to be able to afford more than a pair of socks here at most.”

Wooyoung and Yunho looked at each other, blinked, and then returned their gazes to you.

“I thought you were aware we were gonna pay for you.”

“Oh,” you looked between the two of them, “oh, no, no, no. I can’t ask you to do that for me.”

“You didn’t ask, we’re offering. And in this matter, we won’t take no for an answer so go ahead and explore, find things you like, try them on and then we’ll pay for you.” Yunho smiled warmly. “Consider it a gift.”

You narrowed your eyes at both of them. “What will I have to owe you?”

“Oh, Y/N,” Wooyoung sighed coming to your side and dragging you further into the store. You watched idly as he sifted his way through the clothing racks, occasionally pulling out a piece of clothing, observing it, and then putting it back. “A gift is a gift, you won’t have to owe us anything.”

“Fine,” you agree begrudgingly after two long minutes. “Where should I meet you when I’m done picking out my stuff?”

“I have to go find something to wear for our dance video, so we’ll leave you to yourself and when you’re ready just come find us,” Wooyoung said before pulling Yunho away with a smile, leaving you alone.

Browsing the racks, you realised everything seemed way too fancy to be worn to some frat party. On top of that, a lot of the things were form-fitting—a look you don’t usually go for unless it’s a really special occasion. Sighing you continued your search. The problem wasn’t the clothing, really. You felt bad about using their money. Yeah, they were rich and all, but you didn’t want to feel in debt to them.

After around five minutes of searching, you hear a soft voice next to you. It was a very pretty woman that seemed to be in her late twenties. She wore a very chic-looking black pencil dress with her hair in a sleek bun. Once she saw you notice the name tag on her chest, she offered you a friendly smile. “Hello, Ma’am. Is there any way I could help you?”

“Oh, uh,” you contemplated her offer. “Yes, actually. I need something to wear to a party. Nothing too fancy though.”

A smile overtook her features as she ushered you to follow her. Apparently, you were looking in the wrong section because she led you to a corner of the store that held things that would be more suitable; sparkly shirts and skimpy short dresses.

“Is there any style you prefer?”

You explained you’d prefer clothes that weren’t tight fits or too short. Once asking you if you had anything underneath your hoodie (a sports bra), she asked you to take off the thick material to get a better idea of your body shape. Despite hesitating for a moment, you peeled it off you and turned around slowly, letting her get a better view.

The woman—Hana, judging by her nametag—hummed and nodded. “You have some very nice curves, are you sure you wouldn’t want to show them off?”

“Well… I mean, I wouldn’t mind. But it’s just that I’d prefer comfort.” It’s true that you didn’t really mind your body, most of your weight residing in your hips and thighs. Sometimes you liked it, thinking the plump flesh gave you a softer look.

She regarded you for a moment before turning and pulling some things off the shelf. With enthusiasm, she presented some clothing items by laying them on the long bench in the middle of the section.

The first outfit she pieced together was a very short pleated black skirt accompanied by a black corset-like top. The next was made up of flared black pants and an oversized dress shirt.

Looking at them closely, you looked back at the assistant, who was watching you carefully. “What if I wear this,” you picked up the hanger with the unbuttoned dress shirt, “on top of this?” You tucked the corset top into the dress shirt and set it down on the bench, stepping back so she could take a look.

“Oh, that would work beautifully!” She smiled brightly, picking up all the items you chose as you put your hoodie back on. “You could wear a waist chain on top of the corset, it would accentuate your waist a bit more and look even more splendid. And if you’re uncomfortable you can always just button up the shirt.”

Hana led you to a smaller section of the store next to the dressing rooms, letting you go through the accessories and shoes. As you looked through the various pieces of jewellery, a hand brushed against your waist and you felt someone stand beside you. Looking to see who it was, you find Yunho, his eyes looking at the jewellery rather than you.

“Are you looking for a necklace?” He picked one from the turning display—a thin silver choker with a diamond that would rest right in between your shoulders and at the base of your neck. “I think this would be nice, no?”

“It’s very pretty.” You took it from his hands, fingers brushing against his much larger ones and inspecting it closely before you set it back on its hook. “But unfortunately, it’s not what I’m looking for. I need a waist chain.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He stepped around you, looking at some of the longer chains. “Hongjoong-hyung probably has a better eye for jewellery, but I’m sure I can find something.”

“Speaking of, are they still in the other store?”

Yunho held up a thick golden rope chain, placing it back after you shook your head. “No, they’re helping Wooyoung choose his clothes. He’s very indecisive ad perfectionistic when it comes to anything related to dance, which I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

You did in fact notice that habit of his. He made you sit in the dance studio and watch him choreograph and practice, he said it was so you could get a better idea of what movements he would make ahead of time so you could already start thinking about the composition of the paintings. But you were perfectly aware he just wanted to show off to you, noticing how he would beam every time you applauded him.

However, you also noticed that if he got a move wrong, he’d beat himself up over it. Dancing it and trying to perfect it over and over and over again until he could execute it the way he wanted. Sometimes he would crumble to the ground and just lay there while you came and sat next to him, reassuring him he did great and forcing him to drink some water. You understood him completely, often feeling like that yourself. That you have to get everything right, make everything perfect just to be good at what you love to do.

There had been countless times when you scrapped your artworks. All because something felt off—the colours, the proportions, the harmony, a tiny mistake you couldn’t seem to get rid of. You understood him completely because you also knew what it was like to fail at your craft and feel like everything you worked so hard for was a waste of time.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” You nodded, a small frown on your lips and furrow in your eyes.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you before Yunho spoke again, a laugh resounding in his voice as he held up a series of multiple chains connected with each other. “Hey, what’s this for? How the hell would you put this on?”

He tried tying it around his waist on top of his hoodie but stopped once Hana cleared her throat.

“Sir, that’s– uh– that’s for the breasts, sir.”

“Oh.” He blanched, putting it back hastily, a light blush forming on his cheeks as you laughed. He narrowed his eyes at you. “A word of this to anyone and I’ll smother you in your sleep.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” You saluted him mockingly.

Eventually, you found something that matched your preferences—a dainty plain silver chain with a small heart clasp. Right next to it, you spotted a matching set of dangling earrings.

“Oh, look at this one! It’s so pretty!” As carefully as you could so as to not get anything tangled, you picked it off the shelf and showed it to Yunho and Hana with a bright smile on your face (Yunho nearly cooed at you).

“It’s perfect!” Hana nodded approvingly, readjusting your outfit in her gentle grip. “Are you ready to try everything on?”

“Yes, I think so– Wait.” You spun around and walked over to the selection of shoes, quickly choosing a pair of platformed Mary Janes. “Okay, I’m ready now.”

You followed Hana into the dressing rooms, Yunho going off to find the rest of the guys while you tried everything on. In the end, you were very happy with your choices. You didn’t mind that it seemed a bit fancy for a frat party, at least you looked spectacular. Besides, the oversized dress shirt added a bit of casualness to the outfit, so overall it seemed quite balanced out.

When you stepped out of the curtains of your cubical, Hana clapped and complimented you endlessly, especially when you took off the shirt and gave her a little spin with the skirt and corset top. Satisfied, you changed back into your sweatpants and hoodie and met the guys by the cashier with your outfit neatly folded in your arms.

“Ready?”

You nodded, placing your pile on the cashier’s counter next to Wooyoung’s pile. As you watched the lady scan each item and the price on the display going higher a higher, your face contorted with guilt and you looked away.

“Are you sure I can’t at least pay some of it?”

“Y/N.” Hongjoong grabbed your attention with a firm but somehow still gentle tone. “We’re part of the richest families in South Korea, I don’t want to make you feel bad about yourself or your financial status or anything, but this is barely even putting a dent in our bank accounts.”

Mouth agape, you blinked at him, looking at each of the men individually before you settled your eyes on Wooyoung, narrowing them ever so slightly and opening your mouth to speak. But before you could ask, he answered, knowing exactly what you were about to say.

“For the last time, we’re not part of the mafia.”

Jongho, who found this a lot more amusing than his hyungs, let out a series of bubbly laughs, his lips stretching into a smile and showing off his perfect gums and his shoulder pulling up and shaking as he laughed. Despite seeing him so often, you’ve never seen him display so much happiness (except for the time your bookstore was selling signed copies of one of his favourite books and he caught you giving him a small discount because you saw how excited he was) and it warmed you inside.

“Okay, if you guys say so…” you trailed off, cutting your fond gaze on Jongho off and you accepted the stylish white paper bag with your clothing from Hana.

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] and here it is!! i love reading and writing shopping scenes in fics so much omg. but anyway, next chapter we'll be getting the party!! and happy pride month everyone! my birthday is coming up soon and i'm gonna be travelling, so i'll most likely miss the update after the next one, please don't worry i'll be right on track as soon as i get back :)

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[hwaseonghwasworld]

Brothers Best Friend Episode 9: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

Summary: Yunho doesn’t want his baby sister (Y/n) dating any of his friends especially Mingi since they are like brothers to him and it’s an issue when all Y/n’s friends are dating Yunho’s friends but he wouldn’t let Y/n talk to any guys since he’s so overprotective, it’s such a shame that she’s been with Mingi for almost 2 years and no one knows. What will happen if Yunho finds out?

Song Mingi x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut, fights

Word count: 500

Genre: series, angst, comedy, fluff, hidden relationship, High school au

Updates: probably Friday at 10pm BST

Me and Mingi lied down on my bed and I put my hand in his face since his face had cuts and bruises “I’m ok princess” I kiss his lips knowing he’s just trying to make me feel better. “I know you’re just trying to act tough” Mingi chuckled and kissed my forehead.

“Don’t worry princess” he turned us around so he was on top of me and I giggle pecking his lips a couple times. My dad’s wife walked in and rolled my eyes and we both sat up next to each other, “what do you want” “why did you bring a guy here!” I scoff at the fact that she’s trying to be a mother “he’s my boyfriend, and my dad knows about him”

“I didn’t ask that, why is he at my house?” I stood up and walked closer to yours in disbelief “your house!?” “Bitch this is my dads house not yours” she slapped me and Mingi immediately stood up and pushed me behind him, hearing the slap Yunho ran into my room “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED” “she slapped her! “ “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HIT MY SISTER?!!” “She’s disrespectful!”

“THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE” I shouted not giving her that satisfaction of her shutting me up “Y/n are you ok?” I nodded at my boyfriend and we went downstairs together. Mingi pecked my forehead and hugged him.

“So now that your brother knows…” I smile pecking his lips “yes, we can go public” “good” Mingi picked me up and took me into the kitchen, putting me on the counter, kissing me. “Ew, can you guys not do that in front of me” I grabbed Mingi’s face and kissed him, my brother pushed us away from each other “I’m being serious.”

“We’re sorry” Mingi said trying not to cause a fight with his best friend again “no we’re not” Mingi looked at me confused, picked me up and put me down. “Can you guys just be friends again?” Yunho sighed and looked at Mingi.

“I’ll think about it” he turned around and was about to walk out and I grabbed an apple and threw it at him “THE FUCK” “YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY BROTHERS, IF YOU DON’T FORGIVE HIM NOW I’LL NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN” Yunho sighed and walked up to us “fine” “good… now hug” “wait what” “HUH” Minho and Yunho say at the same time. “Hug” I smile watching as they slowly hug eachother cringing and closing their eyes.

“Good, now-“ they both shouted at me before I could say anything, Mingi wrapped his arm around me “you guys should’ve told me” we looked at him like they didn’t just get suspended for fighting over the fact that Mingi kissed me. “Just don’t get pregnant, cause that’s all I can say for fuck sake” “ok” I smile and me and Mingi go to my room together right after I nodded to my brother telling him that won’t happen.

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[sorryimananti-romantic]

have you ever dreamed about atz/idol(s) before?

i had a dream not long after txt's tnc:temptation was released. i was a main role (??) of some sorts in txt's cysm and we were shooting the mv (i was watching content from tdc:eternity era before sleeping so i guess that explains it)

so blah blah blah, terry and i become best friends, blah blah blah, i end up going home after the shoot. next morning i wake up to what seems like a studio choom behind ep, and its txt's reactions when they find out i wont be filming with them anymore??(somehow we skipped a whole 4 albums and came back to tnc:temptation?) so soobin, beomgyu and yeonjun were spinning in a t-pose with the fairy dust sprinkling around them, terry and kai were watching them, and then they were like all sad when they found out i wasnt filming anymore, then started sending hearts and blowing kisses to the camera AND TERRY SAID I LOVE YOU😭

so i started crying in the dream and posted the clip of yunjin saying 정말 감사합니다 on my twitter 😭😭 then i woke up and got really sad that i wasnt actually friends w taehyun

in all my dreams of txt, taehyun is always my best friend and its so sad when i wake up to realise it was just a dream and ill never be friends w him 😭😭😭

omgg i can feel the heartbreak from here 😭😭 that was wild tho and dreams do be like that they literally make no sense esp with the timeskips inside a dream like what is this a kdrama 😭 funny that your subconscious has friendzoned taehyun for good LMAO

i dream a lot actually, so much it's almost a problem bc they're so vivid and i rarely ever feel well rested bc of them oops BUT i've had a few crazy kpop dreams too:

a similar friendzone situation happened to me where me and taeyong were supposed to be best friends? in the same college and he was angry about sth on our way to clg and i was trying to calm him down but he ended up being mean and i was like find me when you're calm 💀 and then he felt sorry or sth and we were in class (some auditorium kinda setting) and he kept looking at me with those sad apologetic eyes and when i finally met his gaze he mouthed 'sorry' and i gave him the 👌okay sign AND THEN THAT MF MOUTHED 'I LOVE YOU' AND ISTG I SOBBED RIGHT THERE (i guess i was in love with him 😩) AND I MOUTHED ILY BACK BUT ISTG MY HEART BROKE.

an ateez dream that keeps me awake tho it's a funny one i think i've told someone on another ask too but what happened was yungi and i are a best friends trio and yunho had been away for some time and he was back in town so mingi and i were going to meet up with him in some park right and it was late at night so not many ppl were around and when i saw yunho waving at me i literally dropped everything and ran towards him and he spread his arms and i jump-hugged him and he picked me up and i was hugging him and he was spinning me around (i'm losing it if you can't tell already) and i was still in his arms, my legs wrapped around him for support and i broke the hug to look at him aND IM SO STUPID I JUST GIGGLED AND SAID "so this is how the air feels like from up here" JKFHGJSFDHGKJDFHGKJ (i want to cry every time i think about this dream bc a) it's funny and b) that hug was so warm and i haven't had a good hug in years))

my recent fic guerrilla (serialkiller!yunho) was also a direct result of me dreaming about serial killer yunho actually slitting ppl's throats and well... he's hot

#the funniest dream i had has to be the one where hongjoong was scolding me #bc he was trying to teach me how to rap #and i was failing miserably #and i was laughing-crying #while the rest of ateez were losing it in the corner #that dream haunts me #yumi.asks

[pinkiee]

Trios don’t last

a yunho angst fanfic

angst (cause i’m feeling sad)

fem!reader with bestfriend!Yunho

potentially reader x seonghwa

second option trope.

a/n: this is not proofread so im sorry for any grammar or spelling errors.

wc: 1104 words.

____ and Yunho were best friends. They had known each other since they were kids. They were neighbours and their moms were close friends.

Yunho and ____ were in the same high school. She had a crush on Yunho since middle school. She was thought he liked her back and wanted to confess at their graduation, she had planned this years ago and fantasied about how it would go. She thought everything would go perfectly.

That was until she transferred…

→~~~~~~~~~~~←

“Class. Quiet down. We have a new student joining our class today.” Mrs Lee announced.

Murmurs were heard throughout the class.

A new student? At this time of year? It’s the middle of the graduating year, who would transfer at a time like this?

Yunho leaned to ____ side and whispered, “I heard she’s pretty.”

____ rolled her eyes. She tried to not let it bother her as she has a huge crush on him since forever.

As the new student walked in everyone’s jaw dropped.

“Hi, I’m Jangmi. Lee Jangmi. Nice to meet you.”

She was gorgeous. Her looks were as if it had been hand crafted by Aphrodite herself. Her facial features were perfect. Her body was a perfect hourglass figure. Her skin was amazing.

Yunho’s eyes widened. “Damn, she really is fucking pretty, and shy. She’s literally my ideal type. ” he whispered to ____, while starring at Jangmi as if she was a piece of art at the museum.

____’s heart dropped. She felt like crying.

He never looked at me like that.

“Jangmi, you can sit in front of ____. ____ raise your hand please.”

And for the rest of the class, ____ just wanted to run and cry.

→~~~~~ during break ~~~~~←

“Hi Jangmi, I’m Yunho. Do you want us to show you around school?” Yunho went up to Jangmi, dragging ____ with him.

____ faked a smile and nodded her head.

Jangmi agreed and for the rest of their break both of them showed her around the school.

“Lastly, this is the cafeteria. Do you want to eat?” Yunho asked.

“No thank you. I’m on a diet.” Jangmi rejected with a smile as she waved her hand.

“Diet? But you’re so skinny. Maybe ____ should go on a diet.” He nudged ____ teasingly and laughed.

Jangmi giggled. ____ looked down, feeling upset. She wanted to run away.

Am I really fat?

“I’m not that skinny and ____ is nice just the way she is. I think she’s really pretty.” Jangmi said.

____ looked up.

She’s nice.

→~~~~~~~~~~~←

Every since then, they’ve been a group. The three of them.

→~~~~~~~~~~~←

“Hey ____, did you hear about Yunho?” Yeosang asked.

Yeosang and ____ were also very close. But he didn’t really click well with Yunho. Both ____ and Yeosang shared multiple classes, in those classes, Yunho would share them with Jangmi and every time after those lessons, Yunho would hang out with Jangmi and accidentally ignore ____.

“Huh? What?”

“Are you sure you don’t know? You two are always so close.”

“We drifted a little. He’s really close with Jangmi nowadays.”

Yeosang was aware that ____ liked Yunho. He never understood why but never questioned his friend’s taste.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you then.”

“Just say it.” ____ was getting annoyed.

“He likes Jangmi. I over heard him talking to Mingi about confessing to her on graduation day.”

____’s heart fell. She had heard some rumors about Yunho confessing on graduation day and she thought it was her as all her other friends were also convinced it was her.

____’s face turned pale.

“You ok?” Yeosang asked, concerned.

____ nodded without saying anything. She didn’t feel like talking.

→~~~~~ after class ~~~~~←

When ____ was leaving the class with Yeosang, Yunho suddenly pulled her away.

“Hey, I know we hadn’t hung out in a while but I need to ask you something.”

“Ask Jangmi.” ____ coldly said before turning and leaving.

Yunho ran up to her and walked beside her.

“It IS about her. I can’t ask her.” He whispered.

As they left the school, Yunho dragged ____ to the nearby café, the one where they used to go to a lot before Jangmi came into their lives.

“Look, I like Jangmi and I was thinking that maybe you can help me.”

Hearing those three words, ____’s mind blanked out.

He likes her

Just as he finished his sentence, Yeosang entered with Wooyoung. Both guys saw ____ and Yeosang realised that she was uncomfortable.

As Yunho was waiting for a reply, Yeosang dragged Wooyoung and walked towards them.

“Hey ____, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Yeosang said.

“You have?” Wooyoung replied giving his best friend the ‘what the fuck’ look before getting elbowed by said friend.

“What do you need her for?” Yunho said rolling his eyes.

Do you really have to interrupt us?

Yunho was annoyed.

“The group project. We need to start on it. The three of us.” Yeosang said.

It was the best excuse he could come up with to get his friend out of the uncomfortable situation.

“Since when do we have a group project?” Wooyoung asked again.

“Yea since when?” ____ asked.

“Both of you really need to pay attention in class.” Yeosang said as he begun packing for ____ and dragging her out.

Yunho was left there, annoyed.

“What group project?” Wooyoung asked again.

“Stop asking. There is no group project. I was trying to get our friend her out of that situation.” Yeosang replied glaring at Wooyoung.

He turned his head to ____ and asked “What did he ask? Are you ok? You looked uncomfortable. That was the only excuse I could come up with.”

“Can I go home? I’ll tell you there. Please. He can see us. I just want to go home.”

Just as they were walking, they saw Jangmi.

“Oh, ____. Hiiiii.” She ran up to her and hugged her.

“Oh my god. Are you ok? You look so pale.” She asked, her voice full of concern.

____ nodded and smiled.

“Are these your friends? Hiii, I’m Jangmi.” Jangmi offered her hand but neither Yoesang not Wooyoung took it. Yeosang just grabbed Wooyoung and ____’s hand and dragged them towards the direction of ____’s house.

Jangmi was left there, confused.

→~~~~~ at her home ~~~~~←

____ explained everything to the two friends.

“He said he liked her.” ____ said hysterically into Yeosang’s shoulder.

Wooyoung was pissed. He knew about her crush. He also thought that Yunho was interested in her seeing how much he always cared for her.

“But I can’t bring myself to hate her. She’s so nice.”

“Let’s beat him up.” Wooyoung whispered to Yeosang.

Yeosang glared at him then looked back at the crying ____ on his shoulder.

After a few hours of crying, “I think it’s best to tell him how you feel. Get over him quicker.” Wooyoung suddenly suggested.

“That’s not go-“

“yeah i agree” ____ suddenly voiced out.

“I need to get over this. I’ve liked him for so long but he never noticed.”

“But your friendship…” Yeosang said softly.

“It’s ok. We’ve drifted anyways. He doesn’t hand out with me anymore. It’s like im invisible whenever the three of us hang out. There’s no use keeping this friendship going It was over ever since Jangmi joined. It’s better to accept reality now than later.” ____ said as she wiped her tears.

→~~~~~ the next day ~~~~~←

“Hey, ____ can I talk to you?” Jangmi asked, as she pulled ____ out.

“Hey! What about me?” Yunho pouted.

“It’s a girls thing.” Jangmi replied, sticking out her tongue playfully before leaving.

“What did you need to talk about?”

“I like Yunho”

“I was thinking, since you’ve been friends with him for so long. Maybe you can help me think of how to confess…” The last part was said softly.

____’s world stopped. She had told herself that she had to get over him quickly but hearing her say that made her heart ache even more.

“I don’t know. Ask Mingi.” ____ replied, trying to hold back her tears.

“I thought that yo-“

“____! I found you. I’m gonna borrow her for a sec. You can go to class first.” Wooyoung suddenly interrupted, pulling ____ away.

A confused Jangmi stared at them before shrugging her shoulders and walking back into class.

Wooyoung was going to his own class but saw both girls talking, and after Jangmi had finished talking he saw a visible shift in ____ facial expressions and knew he had to get her out of that situation.

“You good?”

“She likes him back.” ____ suddenly said.

“What?” Wooyoung asked, confused.

“Jangmi likes Yunho.”

As they talked outside her class, both of them looked into the class. Seeing how lovingly they both stared at each other ____ felt jealous.

“It’s always her. I’ve lost count the number if times guys have come to ask me on how to ask her out. She’s so god damn perfect that it is so fucking difficult to hate her.” ____ finally let out her rage.

Wooyoung didn’t know what to do. He had never seen ____ that angry. She was always composed, but because of this, she finally broke.

Wooyoung as about to say something, but the bell rang before he could say a word.

____ took a deep breath and pat Wooyoung’s shoulder.

“I’m fine. Wait for me here. It’s math. I’ll take my bag and we cam go to class together.”

Math was one of the lesson that ____ shared with Wooyoung and Yeosang while Yunho shared it with Jangmi.

→~~~~~ after math (🤮) lesson ~~~~~←

____ left the class on her own to talk to Yunho.

“Hey Yunho, are you free now. I need to talk to you.”

“Oh, hey ____. I’m kind of busy now. Mimi and I are going to the bookstore to pick up something.”

“Mimi?”

“Yeah, Jangmi.”

“You’re on nickname basis now?” ____ whispered as Yunho grabbed Jangmi’s hand and left.

Since then, Yunho and ____ barely talked. Whenever she tried to talk to him, Jangmi would be there or he would be too busy, having plans with Jangmi.

→~~~~~ on graduation day ~~~~~←

Today was the day But it was not as happy or as bright as ____ had imagined.

She woke up late, didn’t have time to eat her breakfast and as she was running to school, she had gotten water splashed on her by a car. So far her day wasn’t going good.

This was her last day of school. She was going to tell Yunho how she felt before leaving.

→~~~~~ the night before ~~~~~←

“Mom, Dad. I want to go to Australia to study.”

Her parents were shocked at her sudden request.

“But why?” Her mom asked.

“I just want to further my education there. It’s better. And Yeosang and Wooyoung are so going. We applied to the same course.”

“But sweetie what about Yunho?” Her mom suddenly asked.

“My education and future is more important than a friend. Can I please go?“

Seeing how determined their daughter was, they gave in.

→~~~~~ back to present ~~~~~←

The whole day, ____ couldn’t find Yunho.

At the ceremony, she saw Yunho at the stage wing and wonder what he was doing there. He wasn’t the smartest and never scored high marks. He was a mediocre student.

Everyone’s parents were there to see their child graduate. Even ____, Jangmi and Yunho’s parents were there.

Yunho stepped up on stage. He took the mic and walked towards were Jangmi was sitting. He then got on one knee and pulled out a bouquet of red roses, Jangmi and ____’s favourite flowers.

“Lee Jangmi. Would you make me the happiest man in this hall and be my girlfriend?” Yunho confessed in front of everyone.

Jangmi was in shock while all of ____’s friends turned to look at ____, even Yeosang and Wopyoung. They felt bad. ____ was holding in her tears. She knew she had to get over this, but it hurt. It really hurt. It just hurts so bad.

“Oh my god, Yunho… Yes!” Jangmi said as she hugged him.

Hearing Jangmi’s reply, ____’s mom knew why her daughter wanted to leave so bad, and she understood. She could see how much pain her daughter was in and put her arm around her shoulder.

“It’s ok. Let’s go home.” She whispered.

Seeing ____ and her family leaving Yeosang also decided to leave.

While everyone cheered, the two families left quietly.

At the carpark, Yeosang ran up to ____’s family.

“Mr Kim. Mrs Kim. Can I talk to ____?”

Both parents nodded and Yeosang ____ left to one side as both their parents waited in the car.

“Are you ok?”

Just then Wooyoung and the rest of her friends ran out.

“____ are you ok?” all of them asked at the same time.

Seeing all her friends caring so much about her, she started crying.

“I’m sorry. I so sorry.” Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to hide her face.

Seeing this, everyone hugged her.

“Don’t apologise. You did nothing wrong. You’ll meet someone better in the future.” Chaeryeong, one of her best friend, said.

“Yeah, you’ll meet someone a million times hotter and richer.” Xiaoting said and everyone burst out laughing.

“We’ll miss you a lot ____.” Hikaru said, trying not to cry.

All her friends we’re aware about ____’s decision to go overseas. They were also aware of the reason. They understood her decision.

→~~~~~ the next morning ~~~~~←

They were all at the airport. Yeosang, Wooyoung and ____ all had their luggages. ____ was saying her last goodbyes to her friends and family.

“I’ll come back every holiday.” ____ said crying.

All of them were crying. ____’s parents were happy to see how much their daughter had grown and her friends all were sad to have to see her leave for the sake of a boy.

“Hey… They’re calling our flight already. It’s time to go.” Yeosang softly said.

Hugging everyone and saying their goodbyes, the three of them left to their boarding gate. ____ was assured that this trio would surely last.

As she was turning her phone to flight mode, she received a text.

‘Hey ____ where were you? Let’s celebrate.’

It was from Yunho.

Then another text came in.

‘____-ieeeeee. Let’s celebratee. I misss youu alreadyyy😭😭😭’

It was from Jangmin.

____ decided that her story with them ends here. She ignored their messages.

“I can’t wait to see San again. I miss him so mucchhhhh.” Wooyoung whined.

“I’m curious to see your boyfriend.” ____ teased.

“What about you? Who’s this Jongho guy?” She teased Yeosang.

Yeosang blushed and elbowed ____.

→~~~~~ Australia airport ~~~~~←

“BABEEEE!!” Wooyoung shouted as he ran towards someone.

“God this child.” Yeosang whispered, rolling his eyes.

“What about you? That San guy has someone beside him.”

Yeosang looked towards San’s direction and saw his own boyfriend and blushed again.

“God you’re so shy. Go.” ____ gave him a push.

Jongho walked up to him and kissed him.

“Hi baby.”

Yeosang blushed again, “shut up, ____’s here.”

Beside the couple, ____ started giggling.

It was cute how the two best friends dated a pair of brothers. The Choi brothers grew up in Korea and San was close with Yeosang and Wooyoung. Eventually, San and Wooyoung started dating. Then they met Jongho, and Yeosang fell in love too. Then they started dating. But the Choi brothers had to move, so they had a long distance relationship. Then in their last year of middle school, they met ____ and Yunho.

“Hello, I’m Kim ____.”

“Hello.” The brothers said in unison.

The two couples then resumed their lovey dovey acts making ____ feel lonely.

“God I hate third wheeling.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Wooyoung teased.

____ rolled her eyes at his reply.

“How did you come here?” Yeosang asked, with Jongho still hugging him, he refused to let him go.

“Seonghwa hyung drove us here. He’s there.” San pointed to a man walking towards them.

____’s jaw dropped.

Oh fuck he’s hot

“Hello, I’m Seonghwa.”

“Let’s put your things at home before going out.” He suggested.

Seonghwa bought a house and the Choi brothers lived with him. Paying monthly rent of course. Seeing that their boyfriends were moving, they suggested to Seonghwa to allow them to stay and he agreed.

When they reached the house, the three of them were shocked. They house was big.

“Damn. He rich rich.” Wopyoung whispered to ____ and Yeosang.

They were assigned different rooms. The couples together and ____ alone.

When Seonghwa was showing ____ her room, they were alone. Seonghwa found ____ pretty. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He had heard about what happened to her and couldn’t understand how anyone could treat her like that.

“Uhm… Can I help you?” ____ asked.

“You’re really pretty.” Seonghwa blurted out.

____ blushed at his words.

Realising that, Seonghwa panicked. He just met her and was already trying to hit in her.

God. Fucking idiot. I just had to fuck it up

“Uhhh. I didn’t mean to say it. But I-I mean yeah you’re really pretty and uh”

“Thanks. You’re really good looking too.” ____ interrupted.

They just stood there. Both with a very obvious shade of red on their cheeks.

Wooyoung and San were outside and Wooyoung had an idea. With a cheeky smile, he pushed ____ towards Seonghwa’s direction. Seonghwa caught her to prevent her from falling and the close proximity between the two made them blush even more. The couple giggled at the two of them.

“Uhm… I’m so sorry.” ____ quickly said, getting off of him.

“It’s ok.”

Just then ____ got a call.

“Hey mom.”

“Sweetie. Yunho and his girlfriend came over to ask for you. I told them you were out.”

“Thanks mom.”

After the graduation ceremony, ____ didn’t feel like talking to Yunho anymore. She felt it was better to leave things that way.

Then ____ got another call. Seeing the caller ID being Yunho, ____ panicked.

“If you don’t mind?” Seonghwa asked, sticking out his hand, offering to pick up for her.

____ handed Seonghwa her phone.

“Hello? ____. Where are you? You left me on read. Jangmi’s here, we’re at the café. Come join us.”

“____, please comeee.” Jangmi added.

“She’s not available right now.”

“Wh-who are you?”

“That’s not important.” Seonghwa replied as he patted ____’s head.

“God this is so slow.” Wooyoung whsipered.

“You were also like this. Don’t forget that.” Yeosang whispered back.

The two couples were in the same room, waiting for them.

“Where is she?” Yunho asked.

“Do you want him to never call again?” Seonghwa asked ____ while covering the phone mic.

____ nodded looking at the floor. She felt like crying again.

Seeing this, Seonghwa replied “She’s currently beside me. Would you like to speak to your friend babe?” Before hanging up the call.

Seeing what Seonghwa did, ____ blushed even harder if that was possible. He then put her phone on the bed and hugged her.

“It’s ok. Let’s go and eat.” Seonghwa bent down to her eyes level.

Feeling her heart racing, she grew confident and kissed him on the cheek before taking her phone and running to Yeosang’s side.

San, Wooyoung, Yeosang and ____ left while Seonghwa and Jongho were left there.

“Hyung, I think you better hurry and take her before she takes my boyfriend away.” Jongho said, patting Seonghwa’s shoulder before leaving.

“He’s never this confident. Whatever he did to that Yunho guy was for you.” San said to ____.

Wooyoung smirked, “ooooo. Little ____ and Seonghwaa. How cute..”

The two couples knew that they would be a cute couple, it was just a matter of time.

Yunho was left confused. What happened to his best friend? He would never know how ____ felt and he would never understand why her friends started treating him coldly. He would never know why ____ cut contact with him. While in Australia, a new love was blooming for her. A chance to feel the love that Yunho could never reciprocate.

A trio that never lasted. A best friend that left. An unrequited love that ended with no closure. A friendship that was never meant to be. A boy that was blind to his best friend’s love to him and a girl that was always the second option.

a/n: I used Woosan and Jongsang because its cute😭😭😭

hope you liked it🤩🤩 i decided to give ____ a happy ending with mama hwa.

#ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez san #san #ateez jongho #jongho #yunho #ateez yunho #yeosang #ateez yeosang #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa #best friend yunho #ateez fanfic #ateez #choi san #choi jongho #park seonghwa #kang yeosang #hikaru #xiaoting #chaeryeong #jeong yunho #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #highschool au

[butterflyyeo]

drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

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ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

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Ateez: Breaking The Bed During Sex (Rated)

Contains NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

Kim Hongjoong:

Ok, maybe you and Hongjoong were going at it a little too rough one day when you had the dorms to yourselves. Honestly it was quite funny to you both, once the shock died down. However you didn't want him to get in trouble, so you both lied about what happened, claiming ignorance. Hongjoong really wanted to say what happened, it was seriously such an ego booster, but he always held back....

Until one day when the other members were teasing him once again, calling him short and weak.

"I'm not weak." Hongjoong said confidently.

"You're the weakest one out of all of us!" Mingi pointed out.

Hongjoong was so done at this point that he ended up blurting out:

"I'm actually so strong that I broke the bed when I was fucking Y/N into the sheets!"

Everyone had a shocked face, some even covering their ears at such a revelation.

"If you don't believe me, ask her! But can any of you brag about something like that?!" Hongjoong continued.

The rest of the member's faces turned red.

"Wait! So you lied about not knowing what happened?" Seonghwa suddenly realized.

"Bitch! You even told our manager that you suspected it was me and Yunho!" San cried out, offended that he was a victim of the whole incident.

Ok, so maybe Hongjoong was definitely going to get scolded, but he does not regret anything.

Park Seonghwa:

As usual, Seonghwa was completely in his Dom persona, holding your legs open as he slammed his cock deep inside you. Only your pants and heavy breathing could be heard.

"F-fuck Seonghwa!" You cried out as you felt your orgasm coming.

"Cum for me baby, I want you to let it all out." He ordered you.

Order that you never got to fulfill since the front legs of the bed snapped out of place, sending you both falling to the front, your head hitting the wall. Dom Seonghwa was switched instantly to Mom Seonghwa.

"Oh my God! Are you all right?!" He exclaimed as he quickly got off you and examined the damage done.

"I'm fine, really." Although it did hurt, you didn't want him to go overboard with this.

"Are you sure? Do you want an ice pack? Do you want to go to the hospital? I'll put some clothes on and take you there right now."

He quickly got up and started pulling out something to wear for him and you. You honestly were just giggling at the situation right now. You both literally just broke the bed cause you were having sex and suddenly Seonghwa is freaking out.

"I think we have bigger problems than my head. How are you going to explain this to the others?" You asked him.

Seonghwa stopped when he realized you were right.

"Shit!" He cursed when he thought about what would happen when the others found out.

They were never going to let him live it down, that was for sure.

Jeong Yunho:

Yunho definitely got carried away and it backfired most inconveniently and at the worst possible moment.

You were currently on top of him, rolling your hips against his as you tried to chase your orgasm. Yunho could definitely tell you were about to explode anytime soon and that's just what he was waiting for, waiting for you to reach your high because he wanted to try something.

With a loud moan, you came all over him, your movements stopping as you were too sensitive to the touch. Yunho knew this, but that didn't stop him from suddenly gripping your hips in place and suddenly thrusting up into you at an animalistic speed.

"Y-Yunho- please! Don't! I-I can't!" You whimpered out from the overstimulation.

"Yes you can, and you will. I know you can take it." He groaned as his hand snaked up your neck.

You never got to find out if you could since suddenly the bed collapsed underneath you both, halting both of your actions.

"Did the bed just...?" Yunho couldn't even finish his sentence.

You nodded. "Yeah.....it really did."

You both sat there for a good minute or two, wondering what to do. That's when you playfully smacked his shoulder.

"This is why you shouldn't try things without telling me first!"

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang tried to act as normal as possible, knowing it was only a matter of time before-

"Ahhhhhh! My bed is broken!!" Wooyoung screeched out, his arms flailing around the air as he ran to where the other members were.

"Say what?" Seonghwa asked.

"What did you do?" Hongjoong could already feel a headache coming.

"I didn't do anything! Seriously!" Wooyoung exclaimed.

"Then why is your bed broken? What happened?" Hongjoong asked.

"I don't know! That's what I want to know! All I did was come back today from my trip with my family, I sit my butt on my bed and suddenly the headboard falls off!" Wooyoung explained.

Yeosang tried to avoid eye contact with Wooyoung, knowing full well that the reason why the headboard was busted was because he fucked you on his best friend's bed since it was illogical for you two to use his bed given he had the top bunk.

"Yeosang, do you have any idea what might have happened?" Seonghwa asked him.

Putting on his best poker face, he simply shrugged.

"No idea."

Choi San:

You had already cum for the 6th time, but you still had 2 more to go since San wasn't quite finished with punishing you for trying to make him jealous earlier.

"San! Please!" You begged as his pace didn't slow down one bit, even after your 7th orgasm washed over you.

You were met with a slap to your ass, adding to the overstimulation.

"Shut up you little slut! If you're going to act like a whore, you'll get fucked like one." He growled as he kept ramming his cock inside you, rearranging your guts.

Your fingers clutched the sheets, face hidden in the pillow next to you as you tried not to scream so much, but even then your neighbors could prove hear you. They definitely heard though when your bed cracked and collapsed right underneath you. You looked up as San pulled himself off you, inspecting the damage.

"Well it's definitely broken." San said.

You face palmed. "No way? Really?"

You got up to clean yourself but San grabbed your wrist.

"Where are you going? Your punishment isn't over, and I'm adding more for using your sarcastic voice with me." San was already pushing you down on the floor.

"Really Choi San?! You broke my bed and you're still thinking of getting your dick wet?" He was unbelievable.

"I'll buy you a new bed later. One where we can fuck all day and it won't break."

Song Mingi:

Mingi had asked you if he could try being the Dom for once and you agreed, it could be a nice change for once and you did not regret it. He made you lay down and pleasured you for hours before he even lined himself up and started thrusting inside you.

"Oh my God!" You gasped when he put one of your legs around his shoulder, hitting at an angle that would send you cumming in seconds.

"Right there baby?" He smirked when he realized he hit your sweet spot and he began increasing his speed.

You came soon after, your walls clenching tight around him, making him get close to his own orgasm. He pulled out of you to cum all over your stomach and thighs, but as soon as his weight shifted on the bed, a cracking sound was heard and one of the legs broke.

"What just happened?" You asked him.

"Uh..... I think we broke the bed..." Mingi responded.

You both got up to make sure you weren't imagining things. Mingi started freaking out.

"Oh my God! I broke the bed! Hongjoong is going to kill me!" He began exclaiming, already imagining the older member grabbing him by the ear and taking him to his room.

"Sweetie calm down." You tried comforting him.

"I can't calm down! I broke the bed! And-" He paused as he thought about it for a second.

"Oh my god...."

"What?" You asked him.

His face suddenly donned the brightest smile ever.

"I broke the bed and it was cause I was fucking you so hard! How awesome is that?!"

Jung Wooyoung:

It was definitely risky for Wooyoung and you to get naughty while the other members were in the living room watching a movie, but Wooyoung didn't care. Besides, they were watching horror films so the loud noise and their screams would drown out any noises you two made. It's not like they didn't know what you two did anyways.

You two were going like rabbits, enjoying your time together since you hadn't seen each other in a long time. Your moment was ruined by a loud crashing sound that resonated throughout the dorm.

"Jung Wooyoung!?" Seonghwa shouted from the living room.

"What did you do?!" Yeosang called out, worried about any damage done to the room that was also his.

"Shit! They heard!" Wooyoung sighed as he looked at the broken ladder on the bunk bed.

"You have 5 seconds to come out." Hongjoong warned.

Wooyoung told you to stay in the room, while he threw on a pair of sweatpants and went to the living room. He then proceeded to explain what happened.

"You broke my bed?!" Yeosang screeched out.

"Relax! It was only the ladder! Geez! But guys! I broke the bed cause I'm a sex god!" He was honestly so proud of himself.

"I sleep on the top bunk! How am I supposed to get up there now?!" Yeosang asked.

Wooyoung snorted. "I'm sure Yunho or Mingi wouldn't mind giving you a lift."

"That's it! I will murder you! Let me at him! Let me go!" Yeosang thrashed around as Yunho and Mingi held him back from committing murder.

Choi Jongho:

"Why are we here again?" Mingi whined for the 20th time.

"To buy a new bed for Jongho." San answered.

As if it wasn't clear enough given they were looking at the furniture section of a store.

"Seriously Jongho. How did you even break it?" Yunho asked the younger member.

Jongho's mind flashed back at the memory at what happened:

"Jongho!" You called out underneath him.

"Yes love?"

"Pp-please faster! I need m-more." You begged him.

He smirked at your request.

"Are you sure baby? I won't be able to control myself. I might break you."

"Break me Jongho!" You gave him the ok.

Well he definitely didn't break you, but the bed did break. However the others could never find that out.

"I told you! I got angry and took it out on the bed! You know I can't control my strength!" He exclaimed. Technically it wasn't a full lie either.

"Ok ok! Geez calm down! No need to get so defensive about it!" Wooyoung shouted.

"Let's just get his bed and be done with it. I have leftover chicken in the fridge and it's missing me." Yeosang said, annoyed at having being dragged there in the first place.

Jongho smiled to himself when all of them had their backs turned. He actually got away with it and they'll never find out.

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‘the man of ateez’ ep.3.

ateez and yuri on the man of ateez episode 3!

tag list: @atzaria @shinyddeonghwa @wayvisionz @atee @chaerincore

she was so excited this episode but she was so nervous because they were recording infront of jongkook 😭😭

her hands were literally shaking

jongkook was like “don’t be nervous! it’s okay!” she literally wanted to disappear 😭😭

“you’ve literally been on five survival shows why are you nervous😭”

she was like 😐😐 WHY ARE YALL ACTING LIKE IM THE ONLY ONE THATS NERVOUS

the boys just laughed because she was in fact right 😭

when jongkook said “no wonder JYP always says his name before the song” yuri was like 😳she was trying so hard not to laugh 😭😭

no srsly why does that man do that

yuri ended up saying “i escaped the JYP whisper🥰🤞” BUT THEY CUTTED THAT PART

let her trash talk her old boss 😐😐

WHEN HONGJOONG YELLED YES AND PULLED HIS ARMS DOWN SHE WAS LIKE DJDJDJDJ DUDE 😭

she literally fell to the ground laughing , she could not get over it the rest of the episode and randomly just started laughing because she remembered it 😭😭

miss girl will laugh at anything

yuri deadass thought he was going to pick her next she was like nO 😧

cuz she literally laughed at him the whole time 😭

but when he said wooyoung she was like HAHAHA LOSER THATS WHAT U GET

SHE WAS LITERALLY LIKE 🤭🤭🙈🙈 WHEN SEONGHWA WENT “wHOOOOO WEEE”

“our eldest really is cute...huh 😀”

she mocked him after he came back and he was like YURI 🤺🤺🤺 WE WILL FIGHT

they literally pretended that they were throwing punches they looked like middle schoolers prepping for a fight 😀

SHE WAS SO AMAZED BY YUNHO SHE WAS LIKE 😧😧😧 HES SO CUTE

when he added i love you she stood up and threw an over the head heart 😭😭😭

yuri biggest yunho hype woman I KNOW THATS RIGHT

when mingi called himself the coolest person in the world she was like 👏👏👏

“THATS MY BEST FRIEND!”

PLEASE IM CRYING MINGI IS SO FUNNY THE FAN CHANT HE ADDED SJSJSJ

yuri laughed so much this episode

when jongho started dancing she called him an old man 🤭

“jongho why do you dance like an old man?”

jong kook turned around and was like 😧😧😧 “you are brutal😭” all the boys were like SHE IS

“yuri is so mean to us!” - wooyoung, but he quickly surrendered when yuri was like 😀😐

jong kook ended up give her a high five and she jumped up and was like “HAHAH yES I GOT A HIGH FIVE AND YOU DIDNT”

she is literally 5 years old 😭

when yeosang was called she was like “YEOSANG YOU CAN DO IT!” in english

yuri also number one yeosang hype woman

when he sang she was giggling sm because HES SO CUTE

WHEN HE SPELLED OUT LOVE WITH HIS BODY SHE LOST DJDISUSI

“YAH YEOSANG, MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS” she was literally clutching her heart 😭

once he finished yuri was like “....wait now i have to go😭”

DID SHE FORGET SHE WAS ALSO A MEMBER OF ATEEZ???

when she entered eden was like “just be cute” and she was like 😳😳 “am i not already cute??”

mingi and yuri confident icons 🤞🤞

eden just shook his head and was like “just do it 😭😭”

when she did it her voice was kind of like hongjoong’s but more light and it was also cute !

her little added thing was “AYE - TEEZ YU - RI”

SHE THREW HER SELF TO THE GROUND AFTER THAY CUZ SHE HEARD EVERYONE LAUGJING AND SHE WAS LIKE DID I JUST DO THAT SJSJSJDKXI

shes rebranding the JYP whisper🤞🤞

we know JYP is jealous 🥰

jongkook was like “woahhh you’re so lovely!”

MISS GIRL WAS SO BLUSHY SHE WAS LIKE “oh thank you! 🥰🥰🥰”

she ran out of the room in tiny :( shes so cute when she’s embarrassed omg

when jongkook stood up to go she was like “yEAH KJK!”

when he started singing HER MOUTH LITERALLY DROPPED SHE WAS LIKE

SNISIDJDJD VOCAL LEGEND

when they said the rappers would do it she was like ☺️☺️

the captain for her was “could it be lovely yuri?”

wooyoung disagrees with the lovely part

when they said hongjoong she was like “YES LEADER-NIM!”

when jongho was acting like he got a nose bleed her heart literally dropped she was like 😧😧😧

when jongho came back with the cake she was like “master actor jongho did it again” 😭😭

when jongkook was thanking them she was like :D

miss girl had a lot of fun this episode

she mostly just teased her members tho 😭😭

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[writingbeary]

One Chip Challenge

Note: 

Set around Year 2020

Words in italics are in English

You can watch ATEEZ’ challenge here!

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The production crew drove ATEEZ downtown for a shoot. Minyoung really enjoyed recording their previous challenges even with the randomness of each mission, she particularly enjoyed their first challenge because she got to see San pretend to be an old man and she took every opportunity to tease him about it.

Looking around, she saw that there were mostly food shops around the street they will be filming in. There’s a row of coffee shops on one side and an ice cream shop in front.

When the staff told them that they’ll be eating ice cream today, everyone could see how excited and happy she is.

“Are you that happy?” Hongjoong laughed as he watched the girl literally bounce in place.

“Of course! We’re having ice cream. Finally, I can eat some!” Minyoung said smiling brightly.

“But knowing the staff, they’ll make us do something ridiculous before we could eat anything.” Wooyoung noted looking at the crew who were still setting up their filming equipment.

“Our babies are so happy when they heard icecream.” Yunho chuckled noticing both Minyoung and Jongho practically beaming.

“If the challenge is to quickly finish the icecream then Minyoung can win this easily.” Mingi wondered outloud as he was getting his mic set-up

“Especially if Wooyoung-hyung decides to take a bite out of hers again.” Jongho quipped

“Yah. I swear you guys never let me forget that. I won’t do it!” Wooyoung groaned as the incident was brought up again. It has been a year since it happened but it’s still consistently being brought up to tease him.

“That’s true.” Seonghwa laughed remembering something “Ever since that happened, he would always ask Minyoung before eating any of her stuff.”

Yeosang agreed chuckling, adding on “Last time, Minyoung was eating chips in the waiting room then Wooyoung asked if he could eat one.”

“What did you do to him?” Mingi, looked at Minyoung and asked her laughing

“I didn’t do anything though?” Minyoung pouted “It wasn’t really a huge deal but I might have been really down that day that I got emotional.”

“Mintokki cried. That’s what happened.” San grinned piping in “Our crybaby bunny”

“I didn’t cry!” Minyoung protested pouting “I just got teary-eyed is all.” making the whole group laugh

The staff handed a box to Minyoung and told her to open it. She looked at the box suspiciously, scared that something would pop up as soon as she opens it, before peeking at the contents inside. Her confused look as she read the label before gasping “Omo. We’re ruined.”

“Why? Why? What is it?” Jongho asked as he stood up taking the box to check "What’s that? First, it looks like a coal.”

“Huh? Let me see.” Mingi followed as he took the item from Jongho’s hands.

“Ah it’s chips.” Jongho finally reading the label

“Ah! I know this one. “ Mingi held the product and explained to the other members “These are the spiciest chips in the world!”

“Oh! This is the One Chip Challenge! One Chip Challenge!” San stated excitedly

“You said we’re getting icecream.” Minyoung pouted at the staff while they assure her that she will get to eat ice cream but today’s mission involves the famous spiciest snack.

The teams were made by the staff: Mingi and Jongho, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, San and Wooyoung, and Yunho and Yeosang. Since they were odd in number, the staff decided to give an extra benefits for the team that wins the pre-game and partners up with Minyoung.

Minyoung was grouped together with Wooyoung and San after they won rock, paper, and scissors against the other teams.

“I heard these chips are really spicy.” Minyoung said as she stared at the chips already scared at the thought of eating them.

“I watched some videos and the people who tried it really drank milk from the jug.” San nodded patting Wooyoung’s and Minyoung’s backs as the two of them would be the ones eating the chip.

“Minyoung-ah, are you really sure about this?” Hongjoong asked the girl as she volunteered to eat the chip with Wooyoung.

“I am scared. I’m bad with spicy stuff but if I take the challenge then we’ll get the easiest order.” Minyoung let out a sigh before smiling at the leader and turning to San “Just make sure to order fast oppa. I believe in you.”

“Of course! I’ll do it faster than anyone.” San grinned nodding

“Wow. The chip is totally black.” Mingi exclaimed as Jongho opens his pack to attempt the mission.

“It just smells salty though.” Mingi described the chip to the other members.

“Omo. From afar, it just looks like chocolate bark.” Minyoung squinted staring at the chip

“Are you thinking of anyone right now?” Seonghwa asked as Jongho was quiet, looking as if he was contemplating all of his life choices at the moment.

“This is really scary. How bad can it really be?” Minyoung mumbled holding unto her team’s arms, scared for both Jongho who will try it first and for her who will eventually try it.

“Why are your hands trembling?” Seonghwa chuckled seeing the youngest fidgeting “Ah. I have the seasoning in my hand.” before he tried the seasoning left on his fingers, his shocked expression evoking scared laughter from the rest of the members.

“I just tasted maybe 3 spices but my tongue is..prickling.” Jongho described as he tried to ease up a bit before starting the challenge.

“Waah. Even with just that?” Minyoung gasped. She then held unto a bottle of milk ready in case anyone will need it.

As the first team started their challenge, Minyoung’s eyes were trained on Jongho’s face watching his expression turn into a slight grimace. “How spicy is that?”

“How spicy is it? Can you tell us?” Hongjoong asked curious as Jongho usually could handle spicy food but looks as if he is having a hard time

“I have hiccups right now.” Jongho managed to say before hiccuping.

“Oh no. How could you? Wow!” Wooyoung exclaimed half amazed and scared

“Mingi-oppa! Hurry! Jongho’s crying right now.” Minyoung called out to Mingi who was having a hard time remembering what toppings they needed to get.

Thankfully, Mingi finished paying for the order and running out with 6.8 seconds left on the timer. Having been successful in the attempt, it was now Team 2’s turn to try.

“Yah. Seonghwa, what will you do?” Hongjoong asked laughing as he finds the situation scary yet amusing. The former could only let out a forced smile as he steels his resolve to eat. Out of the two of them, Seonghwa could eat spicy food better than Hongjoong so he decided to be the one to eat the chip. Besides, Hongjoong could probably order the food better since he is more fluent in English between the two of them.

“To be honest, the second I smelled it I thought that it can’t be that spicy. In all my life, I’ve eaten plenty of spicy stuff but this is the first time I got hiccups from eating something.” Jongho confessed still feeling the aftertaste in his mouth.

“Jongho-yah. Do you think I’ll die eating it?” Minyoung asked already terrified evoking laughter from the production staff

“Young-ah. You really should just do the ordering and let San-hyung eat.” Jongho said seriously making Minyoung gasp “Okay. I’ll eat and die honorably then.” laughing awkwardly

“It’s that bad?” Seonghwa sighed, laughing to himself trying to keep his mind off it. “When I first saw this I thought the day might come when I’d have to eat it.”

“Me too!” Wooyoung and Yunho agreed thinking the same

“I guess that day’s finally here.” Seonghwa sighed as he opened the packet taking a deep breath before placing the chip in his mouth. Minyoung immediately hugging Seonghwa as he chewed on the chip.

“Omo. Oppa what to do” Minyoung rubbed his back trying to comfort him as he tries to hold it out “Seonghwa-oppa’s ears are red right now.”

“Hyung, cry if you need to.” Wooyoung looked on as the eldest describes the feeling. As soon as Hongjoong stopped the timer, Minyoung immediately gave Seonghwa the bottle of milk.

“Wooyoung-oppa..what do we do?” Minyoung asked as she held up the packaging of chip, glaring at it while Wooyoung could only smile awkwardly realizing they’ll be trying it next. “Minyoung-ah..”

“Don’t worry you two. I’m gonna order faster than anyone else.” San promised the two patting their arms “When the icecream’s ready, I’ll feed you both. Hang in there okay?”

Both Minyoung and Wooyoung let out an almost sorrowful laugh not knowing how to react before starting the challenge. The two of them kept quiet trying to take their minds off the taste.

The cameras zoomed in on Minyoung’s face as it turned red and tears spilled out from her eyes. “Save me please.” She managed to say before wriggling around and doing whatever she could to hold on, while waiting for San. Wooyoung holding on better as he kept quiet concentrating on anything else but the the chip.

“Yah. Youngie’s dying!” Mingi laughed but felt sorry for the poor girl who is now hugging Jongho tightly, who patted her back comfortingly knowing how it feels firsthand.

“I’m done!” San ran out stopping the clock with 30 seconds to spare.

“I think Wooyoung endured it best so far.” Yeosang noted seeing his friend walking around while waiting for the ice cream. “How is it? Can’t you describe it for a bit?”

“Don’t talk to me.” Wooyoung cut him off feeling sensitive as his tongue has gone numb

“Can’t you tell from how Minyoung looks right now?” Yunho chuckled as he pointed to the girl who looked about ready to bite onto something just to alleviate the pain.

Luckily the icecream came soon after, San delivering his promise to the two and feeding them quickly.

“Our Young-Young did well.” Seonghwa chuckled as the two scarf down the icecream trying to remove the aftertaste of the chip.

The three teammates shared their icecream glad they completed it successfully. The production staff letting the group order another one since they have more members that's sharing one cup.

“San-oppa. Don’t even think about trying it.” Minyoung warned the male looking seriously “It’s just pure pain.” San could only nod patting her back.

When Yunho and Yeosang started the challenge, they were surprised that Yunho seemed to be holding on well and more when he licked the leftover seasoning from his fingers.

“Yunho, your ears are starting to get red.” San pointed out laughing

“Yeah. It’s starting to get spicy” Yunho replied but maintaining his poker face as the members laugh

Everyone but the last team failed due to their complicated order. As they were wrapping up the episode, everyone complimented the maker of the chip for having made the product.

“The icecream works like magic. I just had a little and I’m fine already.” Yunho nodded as he took another bite.

“This is once in a lifetime experience. Don’t try it anymore.” Seonghwa concluded evoking laughter from the staff and members

“Like Seonghwa-oppa said, it’s a once in a lifetime experience. But that once could end up badly. Don’t try this at home. We somehow made it through but it’s really hard.” Minyoung nodded still teary-eyed and sniffing a bit.

“Seriously! Everyone watching this episode at home. Don’t try this at home. Really don’t” Wooyoung looked straight into the camera warning the viewers, still shaken up by the taste of the chip ending the episode.

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

To the anon that suggested to do an episode of Hello82. Thanks! ♡ i hope you get to read this and well enjoy this one haha

-Mimi

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fandom: ATEEZ

characters: spiderman!yunho

reader: gn!blackcat

word count: 2.7k+

summary: life as spider-man is sometimes never easy- especially when your past catches up to you.

notes: spiderman au, somewhat loyal to black cat’s plotline, some angst

a/n: if ever you’re unfamiliar with black cat in the marvel universe, basically she was a criminal that dated peter parker. here’s her page if you wanna read more about her. she’s a really cool character :D

Yunho sighs as he settles down onto a building’s rooftop edge. He momentarily rips off his mask, allowing himself to breathe after swinging around the city in his suit. The cool night breeze brushes against his dark hair as his eyes take in the sight of the city’s multiple lights, flashing in different fluorescent colors. 

[Another day, another crime solved right Yunho?] 

Mingi’s voice came into the hero’s intercom along with the slurping noise of a drink going through a straw. The slightly taller male chuckled, somewhat tiredly, as he leaned back onto his arm with his feet dangling along the edge. 

“I can’t believe Kingpin managed to smuggle truckloads of those weapons.” He recounts as he runs a hand down his face. “Who was it for again? The Demons?”

[It was actually for The Underground. Which is ironic because they hate his guts.] 

“I’m not sure what they want from him or vice versa but we should keep an eye on them. I don’t have a good feeling about their arrangement.” 

[That’s what I’m here for- the guy in the chair to keep watch on stuff you can’t.] Mingi chuckled. [Well anyway- I’m gonna shower, dude. I’ll see you back at home.] 

“Leave some food for me, please. I don’t wanna have to eat frozen pizza again.” Yunho grunts as he gets up on his feet, pulling his mask down back over his face. 

His best friend assures him to leave out some of the dinner, brought to them by their other friend Wooyoung because God knows neither of them could cook, before leaving the channel on the intercom. Yunho brushes off the dirt from the back of his thighs as he prepares to swing back home when he spots movement in the corner of his eye. At first, he thought it was just some flock of pigeons that escaped from their coop again. But when he turned his spider senses started tingling; that, and because that movement happened to be a single figure. The figure leaps across the building swiftly and silently before dropping down onto the dome roof of the fancy art museum nearby.

Yunho sighed, thinking that its probably an Underground member or one of The Demons from the way a stream of light trailed behind them. But as he swung closer, his gut told him it wasn’t just his average, run of the mill criminal. He had a feeling that they were much more… sophisticated than the Underground or the Demons. 

He landed with a barely audible thud on the glass dome of the art museum. His mask adjusts to the darkness inside the museum, eye lenses shifting and tilting so he could see clearer. After a while of scanning from his position, nobody seemed to appear. “Huh,” he huffs when there seemingly was no one. “Where are they?”

The man crawled his way over to one of the vents of the building before slipping inside and quickly making his way into the museum. He lands with a thud onto the linoleum floor, a variety of paintings and sculptures displayed in every direction. “I mean I get why some of these paintings are here but some of these abstract ones seem a little silly…” he tells himself when he observes a framed piece with a yellow background and a black square in the middle. 

He goes up to the main piece, which is smacked right in the middle of the floor, covered in glass while a velvet rope keeps people from going too close to it. It was a famous portrait made by an old, and I mean old, European artist that was probably around in the Renaissance era. It was meant to be on display for a while before being shipped back to the Louvre. 

“You’re probably here for this, aren’t you?” Yunho called out to no one in particular. “If you are, I highly suggest you stop before I catch you. But if you still want to ignore me, I’d rather we take it outside. I don’t want to break anything in here.”

“That’s never stopped you before though,” a voice responded making him jump a little in surprise. “But then again, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Spidey.” 

Chills ran down Yunho’s back at the familiarity of the voice. The voice he was once, maybe still is, so enamored by. The one that whispered the most filthiest to the most comforting words in his ear. 

“_____,” He starts, hoping his voice wasn’t as shaky as he had anticipated. “Still into art, I see.” 

You emerge from the shadows behind the large painting, a devilish smirk on your plump lips. Your clawed gloves trailed along the intricate curves of the painting’s golden frame. Your gaze pierced his, like a predator locked onto its prey. You step forward, hands drumming against the glass that kept you two separated. 

“Still into saving people, hm?” You hum, smirk growing wider. “You never change, Yunho.”

“I thought you left this… ‘business’ long ago?” Yunho presses on, determined to not fall under your spell again. 

Deep down, the poor boy was still head over heels for you. He’s created so many memories with you, grew as a person because of you. There were nights where he’d sometimes think of you, how you fit so comfortably in his arms. Or when you hugged him from behind in the morning, hair all over the place with the cutest pout on your lips. He missed telling you how much he loved you most of all. 

“You know me, baby, old habits die hard.” You reply with a small chuckle as you move to take the painting off the hook. But he could tell that you were hiding something from the way your shoulders tensed for a fraction and how your confident smile faltered. 

“_____, please, put that back. You don’t have to resort to this kind of thing anymore.” Yunho begged while looking for a way to get into the glass box. How the hell did you slip in there anyway?

Your smile returns but it’s tight-lipped, almost forced. You sigh, head turned down and lip caught between your teeth. You turned to look over at him but your hand never left the picture frame, showing that you were still hellbent on taking it for yourself. Despite the mask you had on, Yunho could see the signs of a troubled person through your eyes. 

“If we weren’t in this kind of setting right now I’d probably be already swooning into your arms,” You chuckled as you tried to make light of the situation. “I appreciate the concern, Yunho. I really do. But this time… I just can’t turn away.” 

And before your former lover could say anything you had already thrown down a pellet, causing the glass box to be filled with smoke. As soon as the smoke cleared, you and the painting were nowhere in sight. Yunho looked around, adrenaline rushing through his veins once more, and caught a glimpse of the light that emitted from your gear from the top of the building. 

Wasting no time, he shot out his web and swung after you, following the trail of fluorescent lights you left behind. He watched as you skillfully jumped from rooftop to rooftop with the painting in one arm. You moved slower with the object in hand but nonetheless, you still managed to always be one step ahead of him. 

You glance behind you when you felt that someone was chasing you and groaned inwardly. Although, part of you, the one that was still soft for Yunho, was quite impressed that he still managed to chase after you.

“Back off Spidey!” You call out to him, managing to evade a web that he shot at you to restrain you. “Don’t make this difficult.”

“The only one making this difficult is you, _____!” He replied as he scanned for a path that would lead him right to you. 

Suddenly, his comms open and a voice filters through. 

[Dude you were supposed to be home five minutes ago. Why are you going further away from the apartment?] Mingi asks with a confused tone.

“I sort of ran into trouble,” Yunho grunts as he pulled himself to the next building. “It’s _____.”

He could hear his friend splutter behind the comms. [ The _____? As in Black Cat _____?] 

“Yes, them. Can you help-” Yunho gets cut off when something hits him in the chest, momentarily stinging him and jamming his comms as a wave of electricity runs through him. He stumbles back against the roof of a building, his web-shooters momentarily malfunctioning. He looked up to see you blow a flying kiss before continuing on down your path. 

He sighs to himself. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way…” 

Yunho may not have his web-shooters right now but he still had the agility and reflexes of a spider. He jumped and crawled from one building to the next as he trailed after you, still hot on your tail. 

“You never know when to quit, do you?” You say when you notice that he was still after you. It was once amusing but now, it was starting to get on your nerves. Especially since you were on a tight schedule with your… client. 

“I mean that’s how I ended up with you.” He retorts as he jumped from an antenna down to the glass roof of a condominium’s greenhouse. “You played hard to get and I played along with you.”

[You’re back online.] Mingi suddenly butted in to notify his friend.

Yunho took this as an opportunity to catch you off guard and literally catch you in his webs. He shot out short but consecutive bursts of webs towards you, making you stumble on your path and fall towards an apartment building roof. The painting clatters out of your hand and skids across the floor. 

The young man took this as a chance to catch you, webbing both of your hands to the concrete floor before you could get up. He lands by your feet, opting to take the painting first before you could escape. You struggle to free yourself from your bonds, glaring up at him. 

“The webs will dissolve in an hour,” Yunho informs you as he walked towards you. He didn’t want to resort to this but you were just too stubborn. “I’m going to let you off once, but only if you tell me why you’re doing this.”

You stopped struggling and suddenly smirked up at him. “Awe, at least I know that you still have a soft spot for me.” You tease, crossing your legs together despite your compromising position.

[Are they really flirting with you right now?] Mingi asks in disbelief. [Dude- that’s like some spy movie shit.]

“Not now Mingi,” Yunho whispers over to his comms but your ears manage to pick up what he said. 

“Hi Mingi!” You call out from your spot on the floor. “Hope you’re doing well.��� 

[Did they just-]

“_____, please. You can trust me. Why are you doing this?” Yunho asks you, removing his mask to prove his point. 

Your breath hitches momentarily. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him, a few years in fact, but he still managed to sweep you off your feet. “All I’ll say is that something from my past has caught up with me. And whether or not I liked this job- it’s something I couldn’t just turn down without losing something as a consequence.”

“Is someone forcing you to do this?” He asks as he steps closer to you. 

You, on the other hand, decided to flip tables. While Yunho was distracted with interrogating you, you had managed to cut bits of the webs on your wrists with your clawed gloves. As soon as he was in proximity with you, you kicked up your feet and tore your hands way from the floor. Yunho toppled to the ground with you on top of him, knees pinning his legs to the floor while your hands held his wrists down. 

“Hm, it’s been a while since we’ve been in this kind of position.” You tease, leaning over him to grab the painting. You chuckle at the way a beautiful red shade dusts his cheeks, his furious blush traveling all the way up to his ears. 

[Oh, man. I’m not listening to this.] Mingi resigns before logging off of his comms, leaving Yunho alone with his thoughts and you. 

“... does this have something to do with your family..?” He guessed, hoping that you’d let down your walls around him. 

Your jaw clenches at the mention of your family. That’s when Yunho knew that you were in trouble. He knew how much you loved your family and what they meant to you. Hell, he loved your family too. They welcomed him like he was their own son when the two of you were dating back then. 

“______- please. You can trust me. I can help you with, with whatever the hell this is.” He whispered up to you. 

Silence surrounds the both of you. Your brows are furrowed as you look down at the man under you. You can see in his eyes that he was genuine, sincere in wanting to help you. He still loved you and you could see that in his gaze. And it tore at your heartstrings to see that he still felt something for you despite what you did to him back then. When you worked under Kingpin to get some powers from him so that you wouldn’t become a liability to Yunho and when you teamed up with Hammerhead to take him down later on. 

Your anger and bitterness from your break up with Yunho and your drive to prove yourself worthy in the criminal underworld brought him so much pain and yet— here he was ready to drop everything to help you. A person who not only crushed his heart, but pieced it back together only to break it again. 

You hadn’t realized that you were crying until you felt a hand brush your cheek. You flinch at the contact, backing away from Yunho and getting up from the floor. Yunho didn’t miss a beat and stood up after you. “_____,” He sighed and approached you. He took one more step towards you when you didn’t move away. 

“...why are you doing this..?” You ask him when he was right in front of you. This time, when he reached up to cup your cheek again, you didn’t pull away. You instinctively leaned into his touch, a small sigh escaping your lips. 

Yunho flashes you his signature smile. The dorky, lopsided that smile that never failed to lift your spirits. “Aside from the fact that I’m still head over heels for you,” He chuckled softly. “It’s the right thing to do. I know you’ve tried quitting this lifestyle before, and I can help you get things back to normal. But you just have to put your faith in me. There are other ways to go about things.” 

You release a heavy sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you let his words sink in. “Fine,” You say after a while. And you swear his grin grew wider. “Only if you let me off this once.”

“A deal’s a deal, baby.” He says but snatches the portrait away from using his webs. “But we’re gonna have to put this back.” 

Now it was your turn to smile. You shake your head and chuckle at him, fingers trailing up his arm to pinch his cheek. “Whatever you say Spidey.” You purr, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips. 

He freezes up at the sudden action, his blush returning to his cheeks. He only reacts when you toss his mask back at him, already backing away from the rooftop. “I’ll see you around~” 

You blow a kiss at him and hop off the ledge of the building, traveling back to your home. Yunho watched as your figure disappeared into the night, the weight of your lips still lingering against his skin. As he reached up to touch the part you kissed, he looked down at the painting you had stolen. It was still safe, thankfully, but a sticky note was plastered onto it. 

Here’s my number. Keep in touch xoxo

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[yunhowhoitiss]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: misc, fluff, a lil suggestive

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve only just moved into your new house with the help of your fiancé’s friends, and it’s already utter chaos.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, ateez are dorks wbk, yeosang gets handsy, reader is embarrassed but takes revenge asap (let me know if I've missed anything ^^)

𝐚/𝐧: hey everyone! it’s been a while, I know, but I really wanted to post something for valentine’s day so here I am :) I hope you all have a gorgeous day, you’ve earned it <3

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"Boys, the lemonade's almost ready!"

The tingle of lemons tickled at your nose as you inhaled the odour of the sour fruit. You squeezed the last of the lemons into the glass jug on the counter in front of you.

Your fiancé's friends we're at your house to help you paint the walls of your newly-bought house, and you'd all been busy since the early morning.

Pouring a generous amount of sugar into the jug, you stir the soon-to-be lemonade with a long spoon. (Last summer when you made lemonade for the boys, San whined that it wasn't sweet enough, so you remembered to put in just a little more this time.)

Although you had called for the others already, there was no sign of them coming upstairs.

"Hey, dipshits, come get your lemonade!" You yelled at the top of your lungs. Again, no answer. At this point, you knew they were teasing you, as they always did. You sighed heavily, knowing you'd regret what you were about to do.

"Oh," you feigned wistfulness, "I wonder where those handsome, striking men are. I guess they don't want any lemonade. My heart longs for them to quench their thirst!" Your impression of a damsel in distress was audibly half-assed.

As if on cue, Mingi and Wooyoung ran up the stairs, followed by the other six men coming up the steps as well. San, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Jongho situated themselves on the ground in the living room area, still devoid of furniture. You had yet to buy any for the house.

"Is that seriously what it takes for me to get your guys' attention? Calling you handsome?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Wooyoung grinned mischievously, obviously proud of himself. He hopped up on the counter while Mingi stood next to you, looking innocently over your shoulder. Yunho joined in on the conversation, searching the kitchen cabinets for any cups.

"Well we are handsome, aren't we?" He chuckled cockily, reaching for a pack of paper cups on a shelf.

"Right?" Mingi chimed in, looking at you to see if you'd agree.

You look at them with your mouth agape; you couldn't believe the audacity they had. Before you could say anything, Yeosang finally came up the stairs, having overheard your conversation from afar.

"Hey, stop trying to squeeze compliments out of my wife, your egos are big enough as they are," he chastised playfully.

"She's technically not your wife, though," Wooyoung contested. Having known him for years, Yeosang knew Wooyoung didn't mean anything by it, but he threw him a cold glare nevertheless.

"Yet. Not my wife yet."

"So she can only compliment you, is that it?"

"Exactly."

The other men snickered at the both of them, clearly used to seeing them bicker all the time. Yunho filled nine paper cups with lemonade, giving everyone their drinks. Ignoring the immature conversation at hand, Seonghwa craned his neck to see you from where he sat.

"Y/n, could we get lunch soon? I think I speak for everyone when I say that I would kill for a burger right now." Upon hearing the word 'burger' most of the boys hummed and groaned in longing, almost drooling at the thought of it.

"Of course! I'll help Yeo out in the office to finish up what painting there is left to do, and you guys can get cleaned up and ready to go in the meantime. Sound good?" They all nodded yes at your proposal, some already making their way to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Gulping down the rest of your lemonade, you threw the cup away and headed towards the office. Yeosang held a paint roller in both hands, finishing the last wall that needed to be painted. The thick paint dripped down his wrist, creating a long grey streak along his forearm.

"Messy as always, Yeoyeo," you sighed, taking one of his paint rollers. You dipped your finger in the paint on his wrist and booped his nose, painting the tip of his nose grey.

"Hey! That stuff's hard to clean off!" Yeosang tried to see the paint on his face, obliviously crossing his eyes. You giggled fondly at his cuteness; you could never understand how someone so witty could be so dorky. Yeosang's face fell upon hearing you laugh at him, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. Your attention turned to the wall in front of you; you worked hard to paint as much of the surface as possible, unaware of Yeosang's actions. He painted both his hands grey, making sure the wet layer covered his whole hand.

"Y/n..." He whispered calmly. He made his way to stand behind you, tucking his face in your neck. He kept his painted hands behind him, hoping that you wouldn't notice.

"Yeosang, what are you doing? Help me paint."

He ignored you in favour of pressing gentle kisses into the crook of your neck, tracing his lips up to your ear. Your focus was drifting from the wall, all too distracted by Yeosangs lips so close to your ear. Before you could question him, his teeth nipped at your ear suggestively, catching you off guard. You turned to face him, only to be met with your fiancé's goofy smile.

"C'mon, we need to keep painting, love," you sighed exasperatedly.

"But baby..." Yeosang was proud of himself for the facade he was putting up, briefly wondering if he should've just become an actor. His lips met your forehead with an affectionate kiss as he brought his hands out from behind his back. His arms snaked around your waist, hands casually resting on your ass. This was something he did often, so you didn't think to question it. Following a playful squeeze, Yeosang took a step back, careful not to let his suspicious behaviour show. He stuck his painted hands in the pockets of the paint-stained overalls he wore, careful not to let you see.

"Why are you smiling like that? It's weird." You squint cheekily.

"I'm not smiling."

"Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Y'know what, we can paint later. I'm hungry."

On that note, you peeked out from the doorway, checking to see if the boys were ready. Yeosang was trying his very best not to laugh, but you were too preoccupied to notice.

You exited the office room, Yeosang following your lead, and walked past the kitchen to reach the bathroom. "Just a minute, guys, I'm gonna go get cleaned up and then we'll be out of here," you assured the boys. They were crowded around the kitchen counter, finishing every last drop of lemonade. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seonghwa's hand fly to his mouth. Hongjoong and Jongho were red with what seemed to be embarrassment; the others pursed their lips in futile attempts to stifle their boyish giggles. Yunho probably made another dick joke, you told yourself, rolling your eyes.

Just as you passed a mirror that Yoesang had unboxed the day before, two shapes on your shorts caught your eye.

Grey patches? No. Grey... handprints.

"Kang Yeosang!"

The boys finally broke down in peals of laughter. Having known them for years, you weren’t all too embarrassed, you were even tempted to laugh along with them. Instead, you opted to throw a threatening glare at your fiancé , who raised his hands before saying "It wasn't me!"

"What do you mean it wasn't you— your hands are literally grey!" You stomped toward him, reaching for his sides. "Woo, hold his arms back!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Your fingers tickled at Yeosang's sides as Wooyoung held his arms behind his back; San pulled out his phone to record him. Upon deciding that you'd done enough, you went to change into another pair of bottoms, leaving Yeosang panting on the ground and his friends teasing him. When you came back, Yeosang crouched on the floor, tieing his laces. The other boys had already gotten their shoes on and headed out the door.

"You're paying for the food, hyung!" Jongho chirped as he stepped out the door. As Yeosang stood up, you cheekily jumped on his back, letting him give you a piggyback ride to the car. You kissed his cheek from over his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his front.

"I'll get you back for that, Yeo. Watch your back," you feigned menace.

"Mhmm, of course baby."

"And you owe me a new pair of shorts."

The silver ring on your left hand sparkled in the corner of his eye, and although you couldn't see, an enamoured smile spread across his face. He pressed a loving kiss to your hands crossed over his chest.

"Anything for you, love."

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[mingishoe]

Their s/o surprising them backstage

OT8 x Reader

These are all pretty long I’m sorry...

Hongjoong

Seonghwa had called you about a week before their show in Chicago. He was worried about Hongjoong because he had been overworking himself for the past few weeks and he thought if you were here he’d relax a little bit. The day before their show you found yourself on a plane for 13 hours so you could go surprise Hongjoong. Seonghwa had somehow gotten himself out of part of rehearsal to go with their manager to pick you up at the airport, “Are you sure you don’t want to go to my room and rest for a while?” You shook your head, actually wanting to watch their concert, “It’s okay, you need to get back soon, the concert is going to start soon.” The three of you rushed back to the venue and you hid in the very top with a mask just in case someone recognised you. As you listened to their closing statements you quickly started to get up and make your way down to go backstage. Seonghwa quickly found you and you gave him a thumbs up signalling you got it. You made it just as the lights dimmed the sweaty boys passed you, all too tired to even look around. Hongjoong was behind Seonghwa so you quickly swooped in stand in front of Hongjoong. Hongjoong didn’t even notice and tried to apologize before you lowered your mask with a smile. He didn’t think twice before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, “W-What’re you doing here! I-I I missed you so much!”

Seonghwa

You had talked to their manager and he thought it would be funny if you were to scare Seonghwa. You had waited until they had calmed down a little bit and in the waiting room getting their things ready. “Should I really do that? Is that not too much?” their manager had said you should pretend to be a crazy fan but you knew how scary that was so you weren’t sure if that was a good idea but it was already too late because you had a mask on with sunglasses that covered the rest of your face. You pulled your hoodie over your head as you opened the door. You tried your best to change your voice to be a little bit different as you squealed, “Park Seonghwa!” the attention of all 8 boys. “You’re so handsome close up!” you could see the panic on his face as he looked around to find someone who could get you out. You started laughing but tried to cover it up as you were crying and apparently it worked because Seonghwa looked even more frantic as you walked towards him, “You’re too handsome to be dating that significant other of yours… how about me instead?” You tilted your sunglasses down with a wink and you immediately saw Seonghwa’s face relax and he pulled you down onto the sofa with him, “You scared the fuck out of me-” You laughed loudly as you pulled the mask off and turned to the other members who visibly looked relieved.

Yunho

You hated when Yunho went on tour. You were by yourself for months with really no one to hangout with since all the members were also obviously on tour to. You were getting bored sitting at the dorms by yourself with nothing but San’s plushies to keep you company. You were close friends with one of their makeup artists so she thought it would be a good idea if you came down to see him. She gave you some supplies like makeup brushes and chapstick so you could go backstage and touch them up whenever they did a wardrobe change. Yunho walked up to you with sweat dripping down his face and neck and you couldn’t help but stare. You grabbed some tissue and dabbed his face carefully as you tried to clear his face from sweat. You knew you weren’t really supposed to touch him if you were supposed to be a makeup artist but you smiled before you pulled your mask down to press a kiss to Yunho’s lips. Yunho didn’t comprehend it was you until he had pushed you away with wide eyes, “You don’t want my kisses Yunho?” You said with a fake pout before his mouth dropped in shock. Once he saw it was actually you he pulled you back into another kiss, “Sorry I scared you, I just missed you so much!”

Yeosang

You could tell Yeosang has been stressed lately. You called Wooyoung one night and asked him about it. Wooyoung confirmed your worries and asked if you could come down here because he knew you would relax him. You heard the loud screams as they said their final goodbyes. Yeosang walked backstage first which gave you the perfect opportunity to catch him. You pulled him to the side and he looked at you with wide eyes. You held his face in your hands as you looked at him, “What’s wrong Sangie?” His lip trembled as tears started streaming down his face. You pulled him into a hug as he sniffled into your neck, “M-Missed you.” Your heart ached for him. You’ve never seen Yeosang cry before and you didn’t know what to do besides hold him, “I missed you more Sangie, come on my love lets go.”

San

You were watching San as he was dancing. Watching San was your favourite thing to do. Everything he did was attractive even if it was something normal like eating. But San dancing was someone completely different. San turned into a whole different person but you didn’t complain. You watched as his hips moved smoothly but harshly at the same time. The way he grinded into the air led your mind to go in some not very innocent places. As soon as San walked off the stage to where you were, you shoved him into a wall to bring him into a kiss, “F-Fuck, I didn’t know you were coming baby.” You let out a breathy chuckle, “Surprise… Now how about we go somewhere… private.”

Mingi

You watched with an amused expression as he walked past you for about the 4th time. You had even greeted a few of the other members. You had followed them as they walked back to their waiting room. You were standing in the back with Yunho as you were both watching Mingi with amazement as he was literally in front of you, “He must actually be an idiot.” You laughed loudly and Mingi immediately recognised the sound making him turn around with wide eyes, “Y/n?!” Everyone literally groans and Yunho even hits Mingi on the back of his head, “They’ve been here for like 20 minutes!” Mingi’s eyes widen even more, not believing what Yunho was saying, “We wanted to see how long it would take you to notice-”

Wooyoung

As Wooyoung was dancing he turned his head to the side and swore he saw you standing there. He couldn’t have though, you were in Korea and they were in Europe. There’s no way you flew for 10 hours just so you could watch him perform. As soon as the show ended Wooyoung found himself going backstage as quickly as he could. He ran around frantically trying to look for you, “Where’d they go?!” The other members were looking at Wooyoung confused but when they heard your teasing voice their mouths dropped in surprise, “Where’d who go?” Wooyoung squealed as he ran towards you to bring you into a bone crushing hug, “You came!”

Jongho

You knew Jongho was pretty bummed about not being able to dance because of his foot injury so you decided to show up to their latest show to try and make him feel better. He was sitting on a stool pretty close to where there was a curtain closing off the backstage area. You were carefully peaking past it as you watched as Jongho pouted. You made sure no one was watching you before you started to call Jongho's name to get his attention. He looked over confused but you saw the way his face instantly lightened up when he saw you. You gave him a quick cheer before your eyes widened at Jongho whenever he missed his part. Seonghwa looked confused as to what had Jongho distracted before he gasped slightly into the mic making you panic. You quickly shooed them and walked away so they wouldn’t get distracted any further. As soon as they were able to go backstage Jongho picked you up and spun you with his beautiful gummy smile, “Thank you, that made me feel so much better.”

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[stellar-starseed]

Teacher’s Pet

Part II

Gif is not mine

Group: Ateez

Pairing: Student!Mingi x Teacher;Fem!Reader

Summary: Mingi’s senior year takes a turn as he finds himself entangled with his teacher.

Word Count: 2,928

Other Chapter(s): Part I, Part II

Warnings: 18+, language, drug use, sexual content, themes of grooming

Part II

“So, I’m thinking of taking Yeosang’s sister to the dance. Do you think you’re going to ask Sara?”

Mingi was pulled from his thoughts when Yunho smacked his arm. He looked over to Yunho who repeated the question before stealing Mingi’s tray of food. Mingi hadn’t thought of asking Sara, but maybe she would be a good distraction. Maybe he could get back together with her. That might be the best thing to get over everything.

Yunho pointed to the door leading to the gym. Mingi glanced over to where Yunho was pointing and noticed Sara heading into the gym. Grabbing the food trays, Yunho stands up.

“Well don’t leave on our account.” Jongho says as he places his food tray down.

“Where are you guys headed?” Yeosang questions before sitting down at the table.

“He wants me to ask Sara to the dance.” Mingi shrugs.

“Nice, he has a good idea for once.” Yeosang chuckles.

Yunho tosses the trash in the bin before placing the trays on top. He nods Mingi over as he heads towards the gym. Mingi sighs and Yeosang shoos him on.

“She’s going to say yes.” Jongho encourages.

Mingi catches up to Yunho who heads straight for Sara. “Hey, little Sara.” He smiles down at her.

“Hey, Sara. Long time no see.” Mingi smiles, knowing she always loved his smile. Sara smiled up at him and played with the decorations in her hands.

“What do you guys want.” Sara said much more sweetly than intended. Mingi chuckled.

“Do you have a date for the dance?”

“Why Song Mingi are you asking our little Sara, who does not yet have a date, to the homecoming dance?”

“Why yes, Hana, I am.” Mingi holds onto the ladder Sara was now climbing up.

You stood up. “I can’t just sit here.” You glance back at the other teacher. “I need to do something.”

“I am doing something.” She laughs and takes a sip from her “water bottle”. You laugh at her and shake your head as you grab some streamers. You look up to see Mingi is helping a girl up the ladder across the gym. Your heart dropped. You were suddenly angry without reason.

You grit your teeth and glanced back at your colleague. She shook her water bottle as an offer. You smile at her and toss the streamers back where they were. She pat you on the back as you sat down.

“You’re a bad influence, Ms. Parks.” You playfully address her. “Can we get out of here?” You question. She nods vigorously.

“Won’t they come looking?”

“Doubt it.” Angie shrugged. You both sneak out the side door. You spend the rest of your hour in the parking lot sipping mediocre vodka from a water bottle with your colleague.

“And the worst part is, he’s been turning me down lately.” You dribble a bit of vodka down your chin as you tip the bottle back. You weren’t sure why the bottle didn’t seem to be getting any emptier.

“Didn’t you just say he was pressuring you for a kid?”

“Yes! Like fuck me!” You snatch the bottle back from Angie and take a swig.

“Literally.” Angie says. You both start laughing much more than was needed for the comment. Realizing you were probably past your limit at this point you both headed to get some water. Thankful the kids had cleared out, you both head to the restrooms.

Angie runs for the stall and you head to the sink. The cold water felt nice on your cheeks, but did little to sober you up. You were feeling a bit dizzy. Maybe you should’ve eaten something before drinking half a bottle of vodka. The doors open again causing you to jump slightly. You reach for the towels to dry your face.

“He’s so sprung on you girl, Mingi never got over you. I can’t believe you even tried to play hard to get.” Hana pokes Sara’s arm and turns to fix her makeup in the mirror. You froze. This was his girlfriend? You quickly dabbed your face dry as your colleague washed her own hands you headed towards the door. Smiling politely as you passed the girls.

“Well, what about Yunho asking you?” Sara smiles.

“You think he said something to Yeosang first?”

“Knowing Yunho, probably not.”

You were glad when the doors finally closed and you couldn’t hear their conversation. You took a deep breath. Why was this affecting you? You were nearly upset with yourself for feeling this way. You find the water fountain across the hall and take a long drink.

“Feel better?” Angie pats your back. You take one last gulp and nod. She suggests you both head home before you regret it in the morning.

You walk around your apartment continuing with your normal nightly routine. Your stand at your dresser, removing any jewelry, as the kiss Mingi shocked you with ran through your mind. Your fingers found your lips and your eyes closed shut and you replayed the scene. You shake your head trying to free yourself from this thought.

Slipping into bed, you pull the covers over yourself. Suddenly you look around the room as if someone is home with you. Someone to judge you.

Your mind wouldn’t stop replaying the kiss. The feel of his soft plump lips pressed to yours was haunting. The taste he left behind made you want more.

Your hands, seemingly having a mind of their own, run over your already hard nipples showing through your white shirt. You bite down on your lip and allow one hand to fall down towards your core.

“Ms. ______.” Mingi’s words played in your head.

“Mmm.” You moan out as your finger gently caresses your clit. His large hands running up your sides to pull your shirt over your head felt so real. “Min-“ you moan as you heard the front door.

Quickly you pull your hand away and turn to your side. Your heart is pounding and you hear the keys as they fall to the dresser.

“You awake?” Your fiancée asks.

“Mm?” You hum and lift your head. “Oh, hey, how was your meeting?”

“Good.” He says as he leans on the bed and kisses your cheek. You force a smile and notice your heart rate has calmed down considerably.

“Come here.” You say. Your fiancée leans down again and you kiss him passionately, you pull at him asking him to climb into bed.

“Sweetheart I’m flattered, but I am so tired.” He chuckles and pulls away.

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” You shrug it off. You turn over and try your best to fall asleep.

Mingi looked down at his phone as your message popped up on screen. He wanted to go to your study session, but he was worried you might shut him down after what he’d done. He was embarrassed to be rejected by you.

‘We have a study session, are you running late?’

Mingi tried to shrug it off and hang out with his best friends. It was hard not telling them what happened, but he didn’t want this to get out. He didn’t want to get you in trouble and he was damn sure not going to give up seeing you every other day. Waiting a day was long enough.

“We have a party breaking out, want to go?” Yunho smiled at his two friends. Mingi’s phone buzzed again. He pulled it out of his pocket.

“Sure.” Jungho nods.

“Yeah, why not?” Mingi joins in. He unlocks his phone to see two more messages from you.

‘Where are you?’

‘Don’t waste my time.’

The empty feeling Mingi started to feel as he went through the motions at the house party was nearly unbearable. He took a seat on the stairs hoping few would bother him. Running his fingers through his hair, Mingi suddenly caught eyes with Sara. He offered a half hearted smile and a wave. She waved back and headed towards him.

“Drink?” She offered her cup as she took a seat. Mingi took a sip and handed it back. Mingi winced after he gulped the warm liquid down.

“It’s only good after you’ve had a few right?” Sara chuckles and looks down at her cup. She smiles sweetly.

“You don’t really seem like you want to be here.” She awkwardly picks at the rim of her cup. “You want to go upstairs?”

“Sure.” Mingi nods. He did not want to be at that party. He needed some air. Sara offered her hand and he took it. She dumped her cup in the trash on the way up.

Sara took a guess and picked one of many doors down the long hallway. The room was empty as suspected and there was a large enough bed for six people. Sara had trouble getting up on the bed as her height was not in her favor. Mingi chuckle and assisted. When he pulled away Sara grabbed his hand and pulled him closer.

While Mingi wasn’t surprised he was a bit taken aback at how forward she was. He looked down into her eyes. She was such a pretty person. Mingi never did understand how someone like her ever dated him. Everyone told him she was out of his league.

As if it couldn’t be helped Mingi’s lips met Sara’s. Her hands slipped around his waist and it didn’t take long before Mingi was pushing Sara back on the bed. Climbing on top of her, he dipped down to kiss her. Sara’s hands reached down to unbutton his jeans.

Mingi’s breath hitched as her hands found his growing erection. He bit down on his lip as she began to pump him. She stopped abruptly and Mingi whimpered. Sara unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her top over her head. She slipped Mingi’s top over his head and shimmied out of her jeans.

Mingi wanted this moment to carry him away. His previous feelings for Sara did not seem to be coming back in this process, but he pushed on anyway.

Sara called out as Mingi entered her. As he looked down at her, he thought about how beautiful she was and how he wasn’t really attracted to her that way anymore. He was so confused as to how he was hard and horny when he knew he wasn’t really interested in Sara.

She moaned close to his ear. Mingi continued to push inside of her faster, harder until the pleasure outweighed the person underneath him.

“I missed you.” She says after Mingi kisses her. Mingi realized that he probably wouldn’t ever rekindle those feelings for Sara, but that wouldn’t mean he didn’t care about her. He smiles down at her and kisses her neck.

“Police!” Someone shouts so loud from the hall, Mingi turns towards the window to see the flashing lights.

“Fuck!” He jumps up and grabs his pants. Sara jumps up frantically in search of her clothes. They rush to get dressed.

“Wait for me, Mingi.” Sara pleads as she struggles to get her jeans on.

“Yeah.” He pulls his shirt over his head. He’s slipping into his shoes and Sara is still looking for her top.

“Come on, Sara.” Mingi says through gritted teeth as he looks out the window. He sees there are two cops headed for the front door. He begins to rush toward the door. Sara is tugging her top over her head.

“Mingi!” She shouts.

“I can’t lose my chance to get into this school.” He says more to himself as he runs. Mingi is stopped by an officer at the edge of the stairs. He sighs and the officer guides him to a table to ask questions.

“I can’t go to jail.” Mingi mumbles.

“Yeah. You should’ve thought of that before you started drinking.”

“But I wasn’t drinking. I was just with my girl friend.” Mingi pleaded. The officer wasn’t budging. Mingi noticed he shared the same last name with you. You mentioned your brother became a police officer after he came back from the military.

“Are you related to the new English teacher, Ms. _______?”

“Oh come on don’t try to buddy me.”

“Please, I swear she can vouch for me. Look I don’t have anyone to pick me up. My mom works nights and my little brothers are at their babysitters for the night. I have to get them ready for school in the morning.”

“What about your dad?” Mingi shakes his head. The officer sighs and for some reason, he picks up his phone and dials his sister. The officer is surprised and he glared at Mingi, who looks down at the table.

Soon Mingi is sitting on the curb watching your car pull up. He rushed around the car to get in.

“Thank you so much for this! I’m so sorry.”

“What the hell, Mingi? What we’re you thinking?” You were livid that he had your brother call you. You were upset that your brother is now making you attend a family dinner you tried to avoid. You were also glad to see Mingi. You were even more glad to see him outside of the normal sitting.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t have anyone else to call.”

“You could’ve ruined your chance to get into that school.” You calmed down and glanced over at him.

“I know...” Mingi sighed. “I didn’t even want to go.” He mumbled.

“What?” You question almost laughing it off.

“I don’t know.” Mingi shakes his head. He didn’t feel much like he fit in anymore. How could he explain that to you?

You pull up in front of Mingi’s house and offer a small smile. Mingi smiles back and you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Don’t tell anyone about this.” You say. Mingi’s smile falls.

“I know.” He nods. Mingi was very aware of the repercussions of saying anything about your non school interactions.

“I’m glad you called. Or I guess asked my brother to call...” You add. His smile returned.

He thanked you again and apologized once more before heading into his house. You felt bad for him in that moment. On the ride home you realized you were sort of proud that he thought to call you at all. It was nice to be someone’s first call.

Mingi snoozed one too many times, rolling in to your class later than normal. He slumped in his seat, sunglasses on and hood over his head. He wasn’t sure whether any of this would get under your skin, but he was hoping to get some sort of attention from you.

Class couldn’t end fast enough for Mingi. He waited until the last person left and he headed to the front of the classroom.

“_____-“ Mingi started with your first name. “I mean, Ms. ______?”

“Mr. Song, I don’t know what your problem is, but I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior from you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just-” Mingi didn’t have an answer. He was caught in between his old life and a secret life he wanted so badly.

“Are you still going to help me study?” He questioned as he picked at the chipped paint on the corner of the desk.

“What? No.” You looked at him in the eyes for the first time. Mingi’s heart soared. You felt a bit of excitement rise within you as well.

“Please. I don’t have anyone else.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you wasted my time last weekend. I have you a chance, Mingi. You messed up.” You shrug and go back to the stack of papers on your desk. You pick up your blue marker and comment on the page. You hear the door click closed and Mingi is gone. You felt the pang of sadness when you were left alone in the classroom. You half expected him to try harder than that.

Mingi ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He pulled his hood over his head and walked home. He had felt the sting of rejection but nothing like this before. He craved your attention more and more. He shouted to the empty lot he passed by. Why didn’t he just go study that day?

The week of the dance, Mingi had had enough. He needed to see you again. He somehow worked up the courage to approach you after class. He gave you his best excuse and he was sincere. Despite your better judgement you agreed to tutor him again.

The air was lighter after that. You felt better. Mingi wasn’t acting out, and you looked forward to the weekend. You would get to see Mingi again which you oddly missed. It would be a nice change of pace from the tension at home.

Placing your last paper in the pile you sigh to yourself. It was a relief to write down the last grade before putting your work away for the day. You gathered your things and head out of the classroom. There was a sense of serenity when you walked the empty halls of the school and you nearly smiled to yourself at the peace and quiet.

“Hey, Ms. ______.” You were startled from your thoughts and turn to see the owner of the deep voice.

“Hey, Mingi.” You offer an awkward smile. You glance up and down the hall and Mingi does the same.

“I-“ he sighs and leans in closer. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He whispers. He looks into your eyes to read what you may be thinking. You don’t respond and he can’t read you. He’s nervous and glances around once again. “I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry.” He says before he walks away.

You clear your throat and hold your planner to your chest. Why was this boy causing such a grand reaction from you? You head home to get ready for the dance. Part of you was relieved that your coworker and new buddy wouldn’t be chaperoning with you tonight.

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Hope you enjoyed!

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Gratitude

The return of San!

Summary: When everyone has to head home for Thanksgiving, they end up reconnecting with an old friend, San, who gets invited to her family dinner. She gets a reminder of the important things in life and extends a hand to a friend who needs it most.

Content warnings: all the feels, grief, loneliness, loss of a loved one (not a main character I promise), not really angst but its sort of sad, but more about people coming together than the sadness itself.

Their first semester seemed to be passing like a flash and suddenly it was time to head home for the long Thanksgiving weekend holiday. She, Yunho, and Mingi all had to go home and spend some ‘quality time’ with their families...whether they wanted to or not. Yunho, the only one of them with a car, happily drove them all back home, enjoying those last few moments together before they would have to spend days apart, hiding themselves again.

They all stopped by her place first, dropping her off and taking a quick trip inside to say hello to her family. Everyone was so glad to see them and hear about how things were going for them. Her mother invited them in, hugging both the boys and commenting on just how wonderful and grown up they were looking.

“You’ve both cut your hair!” Her mother commented upon first laying eyes on them. “Come here and let me have a look.” Both boys stepped inside allowing her to get a better look at them and give them some warm parental fawning. “Oh, you look so handsome.”

“Thank you,” Mingi said, grinning from ear to ear at the compliment.

“You two are going to have to beat all the girls off with sticks if you keep getting more and more handsome,” Her mother teased. “Have any of you picked up any girlfriends or anything?”

“Mom,” she cut in with a warning in her tone.

“What?” Her mother asked, giving her wide, innocent eyes. “A mother can be curious, can’t she? They are practically like sons to me, anyway. They are grown boys and it would be perfectly normal for them to be getting girlfriends...or boyfriends, I suppose, if they wanted.”

“MOM!” She gave her mother wide eyes, internally and externally cringing.

“Hush,” her mother patted her daughter’s shoulder and turned back to the boys.

“No, we don’t have girlfriends,” Yunho snickered, finally giving her a response.

“Well, or boyfriends,” Mingi added, his eyes sparkling with laughter at their girlfriend’s horror at her mother’s probing questions.

“I don’t know how you haven’t been snatched up,” Her mother gave the two boys appreciative smiles. “You are both so sweet and so handsome.”

“They spend too much time with our daughter, that’s how,” her father grumbled behind them.

“Oh hush,” her mother shushed him and their daughter physically cringed and rolled her eyes.

“We’ll see you on Sunday,” Yunho said, drawing her into a quick hug.

“Good luck,” Mingi followed up, also giving her a quick hug. “We can talk later.”

“Bye,” she let him go and walked both of them to the door. “I’ll message when I can.”

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Both of the boys wished her family as they slipped out the door.

“Our poor girl,” Yunho snickered as they headed back to the car. “She is going to have fun this weekend.”

“Yeah, like she is the only one,” Mingi said glumly. 

“Yeah, I know,” Yunho put an arm around his shoulder. “It’s just a few days.” Mingi nodded glumly. Four days of having to listen to his dad pick at him. He wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Welcome home my dear,” Mingi’s mother greeted as he came through the door. “My, aren’t you looking different.”

“Yeah I cut my hair,” Mingi nodded. “What do you think?”

“Well, if you like it, that’s good, but at least we know that hair grows back,” His mother gave him a wan smile, patting his hand gently. “How has school been?”

“Fine,” Mingi shrugged, moving towards his room to put his bag there and out of the way.

“Good,” she nodded, moving back to the chair that she had been sitting in when he arrived. “Are your friends doing well?”

“Yeah they are good.” He replied, moving to stand beside her.

“Well, is there anything new you want to tell me?” She asked, struggling slightly to find something to find to talk to him about.

“Not really much to say,” Mingi shifted on his feet. “Things are good. Ummm, we made some friends. My grades should be okay…”

“I’m glad,” she smiled and glanced at her watch. “Your father will be home later. We’ll have dinner when he gets here.”

“Okay,” he acknowledged, walking back to his room to hang out by himself as long as he could.

“Hey mom, I’m home,” Yunho called as he came through the door.

“Oh welcome back,” She rushed to hug him. “Have you grown? And what did you do to your hair?”

“Do you not like it?” He ran his fingers through it shyly.

“No, no,” She shook her head and smiled. “It’s just such a change. My word, how grown up you look, my love.”

“Thanks, mom,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around him. “How have you been doing?” 

“Oh, you know how it is,” she smiled at him brightly. “Life just goes on. Nothing really exciting. But I have missed seeing your face.”

“I missed you, too,” he admitted.

“How are your friends doing?” she asked, pulling back and taking him to sit with her on the couch. “Are they doing alright in school? Is there anyone new I should know about?”

“Mingi is good,” he responded. “He cut his hair too, dyed as well. He looks really good. You’d like it.”

“Do you think he’d have time to come by over the holiday?” She asked cheerily. “I’d love to see him and what about her? Could they both come by?”

“Maybe,” Yunho leaned his head against the back of the couch as he faced her. “I can ask them, at least.”

“Please do,” she patted his knee. “How about her? Is she doing alright?”

“Oh yeah,” he nodded. “She’s so smart mom, she’s been helping some of our new friends with classes, even some that are older.”

“Have...have you thought about asking her out, honey?” His mother ventured. “I know you’ve been just friends for a really long time now, but you just light up when you talk about her.”

“I mean, both she and Mingi are my best friends, mom,” he gave her a smile. “They both make me happy; my life is better with both of them. I don’t need to date her for her to make me happier.”

“I know,” she chuckled. “I just...I never see you as happy as you are around her...or both of them. I guess you could ask Mingi out, but I don’t think you want to marry into that family.” Her mouth narrowed as she thought about the few times she had met his parents.

“I don’t need to ask him out either, though,” he laughed, taking her hand and bouncing it in his own. “The way things are now I get to spend a lot of time with both of them which makes me happy.”

“It’s just something to think about,” she gave him a wistful smile. “Things change and...just don’t let go of the people that make you happy.”

“I won’t, mama,” he promised.

“What do you mean we are going to have a ‘special guest’ for Thanksgiving dinner,” Jacob, her younger brother, said over dinner that night.

“Just that,” her father said with clipped tones. “Sweetie, you remember San, you two went to school together and he also was at camp with you that last year.”

“Yeah…” she looked at him suspiciously, a bite of food half way to her mouth when he addressed her.

“Well his family is out of the country at the moment so they asked if we could host him over the holiday weekend,” Her father explained.

“Wait, why does she get to have a friend over for the holiday when Mike can’t come over to play this weekend?” Jacob protested.

“I’m not having a friend over,” she sighed, letting the bite of food drop back to her plate.

“You may not have invited him,” her father gave her a pointed look. “But you will be nice to him, and you will help make him feel included and hang out with him. He certainly isn’t going to feel like hanging out with a 14 year old or an old man...so just be nice.”

“What makes you think he wants to hang out with me any more than he wants to hang out with the rest of you?” She asked, rubbing her temples with her fingers. “I barely talked to him outside of class, as far as I know, we have literally nothing in common.”

“He’s in college studying psychology now according to his dad,” Her father replied confidently. “You’ve been doing well in that class from what I hear, so I am sure you can find something to talk about.”

“I’m...I’m taking philosophy, dad, not psychology…” she looked at her dad like he had grown a second head. Sometimes he was just...insufferable.

“Close enough,” he sighed. “You will be a good host.”

“Maybe you could take him to hang out with the boys a little over the holiday,” her mother suggested. “Then all of you can get a little peace with people your own age.”

“Good idea,” her father agreed. “He probably knows them from camp. It would probably be nice for him to be able to catch up with them, too.”

“I will ask,” she said firmly. “But I can’t make promises on their behalf.”

“Fine, I can accept that,” her father allowed. “Thanksgiving dinner is tomorrow but you can take him to hang out with your friend Friday or Saturday if they are free.”

“Sure,” she sighed and gave him her best smile despite her frustration. It was then that she remembered that San had been there that night at summer camp. He had seen her kiss Mingi...he had seen Yunho and Mingi kiss...fuck… This was just going to be the best Thanksgiving ever.

😻: Guys...are you there?

(Yunho) 👱: What’s up?

(Mingi) 🐰: Yeah

😻: Do you guys remember San, by chance?

(Yunho) 👱: The guy in my cabin at camp?

😻: Okay so that is a yes, then. Well he’s coming to Thanksgiving at my house and my dad is making me entertain him.

(Mingi) 🐰: Isn’t that the guy that wanted to kiss you?

😻: Yeah, yeah… He went to Thomas with me too. Anyway, dad said we could all hang out together if you guys are free. Feel free to say no. I have no idea what he is like these days and I can take a few days of playing hostess...but it’s a reason to get out of the house if you want it.

(Yunho) 👱: Why don’t all of you come over to my place? Mom wanted to be able to see you guys.

😻: I don’t know… He saw you guys kiss that night at camp and...Let’s just make sure he isn’t an asshole these days before we do that.

(Mingi) 🐰: You going to be okay?

😻: I’m fine, it’s just so typical of my dad to volunteer me for something like this without asking first. Jacob is acting like I am getting this super awesome oldest sibling privilege when I would much rather spend this whole weekend reading in my room when I don’t have to be at the table with everyone.

(Yunho) 👱: Poor kid, there is probably nothing he would rather do than hang out with people his own age.

😻: I know...and trust me, if I could convince my dad to let him sleep over the whole weekend at one of his friends’ places, I totally would, but ‘it’s ‘family time’...except when it's not.

(Mingi) 🐰: Our poor girl. Don’t worry, we’ll come save you soon.

😻: I’m fine, you don’t need to save me. I’ve got to go to sleep, have to be up early to help with the cooking. Love you guys.

(Mingi) 🐰: I wish I was there

(Yunho) 👱: Same. I never sleep as well without you to with me

😻: Ugh, the minute we get home I am going to spend hours doing unspeakable things to both of you.

(Yunho) 👱: Promise?

(Mingi) 🐰: Can I use the satin handcuffs on you this time?

(Yunho) 👱: Ohhhh, good idea. She hasn’t gotten them used on her yet…

😻: You two are terrible...but promise?

(Mingi) 🐰: Cross my heart...we will fuck you senseless.

😻: Something I can look forward to at least. Good night…

(Yunho) 👱: Love you

(Mingi) 🐰: XOXOXO

“Sweetie, can you take these to the table for me?” Her mother said as she passed her a basket of biscuits wrapped in a towel. She nodded, taking them and headed into the dining room. The table was already laden with tons of food that would no doubt last them for days. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, green beans, mac and cheese, and half a dozen little sides that only a person or two really wanted. She could already feel the extra kilo or two she was going to take back home with her.

At two a knock sounded at the door and her father sent her to answer the door, knowing exactly who was on the other side. She sighed and walked to the door putting on her best friendly smile as she approached. The door opened to reveal San, standing awkwardly on the other side. He seemed to be as unsure whether he belonged there as she was to have to play host to him.

“Hey,” she greeted, moving aside to let him in. 

“Happy Thanksgiving,” He greeted as he removed his coat to reveal a lovely grey button-up sweater over a plain white undershirt. It went well with his black jeans and dress shoes, giving him a casual air while still being well dressed enough for a holiday dinner. Hanging up his coat on the rack near the door, he turned and opened his arms to give her a quick embrace, patting her back a couple of times before letting her go.

“It’s nice to see you again,” He commented.

“It’s been a while,” she admitted. He looked older than she remembered. His black hair was long but perfectly styled and cut, hanging perfectly from a slightly off center part. It was dark and glossy and full, perfectly cut to frame his angular features. “You look good.”

“You, too,” San gave her a laugh and a dimpled grin. She escorted him into the dining room where her brother and mother were already seated. Her mother immediately stood up to greet San with a warm hug and flood of comments and compliments for the boy.

“Here, sit, sit; we are almost ready to eat,” her mother insisted.

“Is there anything I can help with?” He asked, standing near his seat but not taking it yet.

“No no,” she waved towards his chair. “We are just waiting for the turkey, which is being carved as we speak. Please sit down.” San nodded and took his seat, scooting in and putting his napkin on his lap. 

Her father came in, plate laden with cuts of the massive turkey they spent hours cooking and basting. She had to admit it looked really good. He placed it in the only empty space that had been left on the table, filling it to the nines now. He rubbed his hands together and declared the meal done and ready to be eaten.

Everyone served themselves, passing dishes over and across as each person took what and how much of whatever they wanted. She was actually surprised at how calm and genial everyone was at the table. Even her little brother managed to participate in the conversation cheerfully. She actually had to wonder what her parents had promised him to get this result. Either way, she was grateful and it was the nicest meal she had had with her family in years.

When everyone was full they took a break, packing away the food and shoving it wherever it would fit in the refrigerator. Dessert would come later...maybe much later...after the food comas had passed. San happily helped out in the kitchen, volunteering to hand wash the fancy holiday dishes her family only pulled out for occasions like this. She volunteered to help dry, keeping San company as they quietly finished the work.

“Thanks for all your help guys,” Her mother told them, coming up behind them as they did the last of the dishes. “Why don’t you two go and hang out. San is our guest, so let’s make sure he has some fun.”

“Sure,” She nodded, drying her hands on the towel before hanging it up on the hook near the sink. “Do you want to watch something? I also have a switch…” she paused, wracking her brain to try and think of something fun he could do.”

“We can just hang out,” San shrugged. “Want to go for a walk? We did just eat a lot of food. I think I’d feel better if I got in a little physical activity in today.”

“Yeah, sure, we can do that,” She agreed. “Let me just go get a sweatshirt or something. I’ll meet you at the door.” San nodded, heading towards the door while she headed up to her room to grab something warm. When she came back down, dressed in her favorite hoodie, she found him already shoed and dressed in his coat by the front door. She tucked her cell phone into her pocket, threw her coat and rain boots on and stepped out the front door with him.

“So...which way,” she asked when they hit the end of the driveway.

“Is there anything interesting one way or another?” He asked, looking to the right and then to the left.

“Uhhh, not really…” she shrugged. “It’s basically all suburban sprawl. There is a park down that way eventually, I guess.”

“That’s as good a reason to go that way as any,” San agreed with a smile, taking a step or two in that direction and waiting for her to join him. She jogged up to his side and they set off vaguely in the direction of the park.

“So...it’s been a while hasn’t it,” she started as the silence stretched.

“Yeah,” he threw her a smile. “How...how have you been?”

“Me?” Somehow she was startled by the question. “Oh...well...good.” She floundered, looking for an answer beyond that. “I mean, nothing exciting has been going on with me. What about you?”

“I’m good, considering…” he shrugged, turning his eyes ahead.

“Considering?” She repeated, but as a question.

“You didn’t hear,” He blinked at her. “I figured...I mean, I guess I really never mattered much to you.”

“I…” she looked at him and swallowed past an uncomfortable feeling settling in her stomach. “We never really talked or anything. We didn’t really have anything in common.”

“I liked you, you liked you; we had that in common,” he laughed.

“You did not,” she scoffed.

“Yeah, I did,” he gave a single barking laugh. “But you never really noticed. It’s okay.”

“Sorry,” she straightened up. “But that isn’t what you meant when you said considering.”

“No,” he admitted. “Mom died not long after graduation.”

“What?” She stopped in her tracks, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” he turned back to face her. “It was a car accident. It happened over the summer so most of my friends were gone doing their own things, getting ready to go off to college. So was I. It’s just...there wasn’t really anyone around when it happened. And dad didn’t really handle it well.”

“I’m so sorry,” she took a step to him, putting a hand on his arm. “I really didn’t hear about it. We weren’t close or anything but I would have...I don’t know, I would have been around if I knew.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugged.

“Here.” They were close to the park already so she took his arm, looping hers in through his and guiding him down the block and a half to the half hidden park, tucked back in behind a long line of houses. She led them to a bench tucked in along one side, located beneath an old tree largely denuded of its summer leaves, left looking craggy and half dead. They sat down and turned to face each other, one leg lifted onto the bench to make it easier. 

“What happened,” she asked, giving him all her attention.

“A drunk driver hit her when she was on her way home from work,” San looked down at his hands. “They said it was almost instant, so she didn’t suffer at least.”

“That… that’s something at least, I guess.” She agreed carefully.

“But dad sort of,” he paused, sniffling and wiping his cheek of the tear that had escaped. “He always counted on her and they really loved each other. You know they met in college? He asked her to marry him after three weeks.”

“I didn’t know, but that is super sweet,” She gave him a sad smile. “I can’t imagine losing someone like that.” Her mind turned to Mingi and Yunho and she had an urge to call them both, tell them she loved them, just because you never know. She could do that later. San was here and he clearly needed someone to care about him, too.

“I think losing her has broken him,” he gave her a pained look. “I know he loved her and he lost his wife, but I lost my mom and it's like he doesn’t care what it did to me.”

“I’m so sorry,” she leaned forward to take his hand and he leaned in and pulled her into a rub crushing hug. She held him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as quiet tears slid down his face. Much as she bitched about her parents, how they poked her about her life and her choices, trying to guide her down the path they wanted for her, she knew they did it because they cared. They were invested in her being happy, and, while they might not always be right about what would be good for her, their hearts were in the right place. Sometimes she wanted them to understand that her choices could be different and valid, but she never doubted that they would do anything they could to help her. She was never alone in the world. She never would be.

They sat there like that for who knows how long, but as the streetlight came to life, buzzing as their sodium orange lights flickered on, they decided they needed to head back. San wiped his face and pulled himself back together. The walk was quiet but San felt like a weight had been pulled off his shoulders. He hooked an arm around hers as they walked, flashing her a warm smile as they made their way back.

By the time they got back, deserts were on everyone’s minds. They had baked four pies, giving everyone something they loved. San took a slice of pecan pie and she had some cherry, promising to come back for some of the pumpkin when the idea of having more food didn’t make her nauseous. Her dad and brother had some of the apple and it struck her that they really were so similar. It was probably why they snipped at each other all the time. They even made the same yum yum face when they took the first bite. She tried to imagine her dad just checking out and not caring about them if something happened to her mom and...she couldn’t. He was more likely to throw himself into knowing every detail of his kids lives in an effort to forget his pain; if he couldn’t live for him, he could live for them. She was sure that is what he would do.

“Thanks, dad,” She said, giving him a hug from behind as she put her plate near the sink for him to rinse and put in the dishwasher

“Your mom made the pies,” he laughed. “You should thank her.”

“I know and I didn’t just mean the pies,” she shook her head and smiled. “Just in general.”

“Well you’re welcome in general, then,” He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m gonna take San up to my room to watch a movie if that’s okay,” she told him. 

“Yeah that sounds good,” her father agreed. “You should make up the guest room for him first though so he has a place to sleep.”

“Okay, will do,” she agreed. Picking up San on the way, she headed upstairs to the linen closet to get sheets for the bed in the spare room.

“Green or flowers?” She asked, staring at the options.

“Flowers,” he replied tentatively as he looked at the pile of linens.

“Good choice,” she confirmed. “They are the softer ones.” Pulling the set of flat and fitted sheets out of the pile, she also grabbed a couple of pillowcases and headed with him to the room next to hers. It was small and usually used as an at home office by her dad when he needed to get a little work done over the weekend. The couch was really a daybed that folded out into a pretty comfortable twin bed. It didn’t take long to pull it out and put the sheets on it and, job done, they headed into her room to put a movie on.

“While you choose something to watch, do mind if I make a call?” She asked, moving a little back to the doorway, planning to go to the bathroom for some privacy.

“No that’s okay,” he gave her a nod and turned his attention to the list of movies on the screen.

“I’ll be right back,” she dipped out of the room to the nearby bathroom and pulled out her phone. She dialed Mingi first. He answered on the first ring, obviously waiting for her to call.

“Hey, love,” his deep voice was quiet but warm on the other side of the phone. “How was dinner?”

“It was good really,” she gave a giggle. “San should come to dinner more often. Everyone was nice and we managed the whole thing without bitching and moaning.”

“Wow, that must have been nice,” there was a smile in his voice as he said it. “I’m glad it went okay. How has it been having him there?”

“He’s really nice actually,” she told him honestly. “He’s kind of having a hard time, but...I am actually wishing we had been better friends in high school maybe. I don’t know.”

“Yeah?” Mingi asked quietly.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “I can’t really talk long but is it okay for you to come hang out with us all tomorrow or something?”

“I’ll come hang out,” he said flatly. “My dad doesn’t really like it but…”

“But he never likes anything that you do, anyway,” she filled in for him.

“Yeah,” he sounded tired.

“I love you,” she said softly.

“Love you, too,” he sighed. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Sleep well, okay?” She told him softly.

“Yeah, you too,” He agreed. “Good night and I’ll message you before I go to sleep.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I’m gonna call Yunho. Don’t forget to call him, too.”

“We already talked,” he replied.

“I must be late today,” she laughed, accustomed to reminding him to do it when she called him.

“Nah, it was just a long day,” he said tightly.

“I’m sorry love,” she wished she could hug him.

“It’s okay,” he said gently. “I’m just glad to hear your voice. Dream of me?”

“Always,” she promised. “Night.”

“Night,” he responded before hanging up and she had to take a minute before pulling up Yunho’s info to call him. Being home was never easy for Mingi and she wished she could change that but...there was nothing she could do.

“Babe,” Yunho’s sunny voice sounded out of the phone’s speaker, dancing happily in her ear.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she greeted back, her heart warming. “Mingi said you two already talked.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I wish his dad wasn’t such an asshole.”

“God, don’t we all,” she gave a rueful laugh. “Our poor baby.”

“Anyway, how have things been for you?” He transitioned their conversation to her. “Was dinner okay?”

“Yeah, everyone was on their best behavior,” she chuckled. “San has been a good influence on the holiday.”

“Yeah, he’s nice to have around?” Yunho tried to keep his voice light, but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about the boy being there.

“He’s been really nice actually,” she told him honestly. “He’s had it hard lately and...I think I want to be a better friend to him.”

“You thinking of adopting the lost puppy,” he teased.

“Maybe,” she smiled as she answered. “You can see him tomorrow. He’s….he’s a nice guy who sort of needs people right now.”

“My girl has such a big heart,” he admired warmly. “You okay otherwise?”

“Yeah I am doing fine,” she confirmed. “But I miss you two.”

“I never sleep well without you anymore,” he sighed. “My arms are lonely without you in them.”

“I wish we were back home,” she commiserated. “But at least I get to see you tomorrow.”

“I wish I could kiss you,” he groaned. “Fuck, I hate having to hide again.”

“Me too,” she sighed, wishing they were all together. “I have to go though. San is waiting on me. We’re gonna watch a movie.”

“Yeah?” Yunho cleared his throat. “Tell him to keep his hands to himself.”

“Jealous?” She laughed, amused by his reaction. “I doubt you have much to worry about.”

“You know he liked you back then?” He scoffed. “It was one of the reasons he was so eager to go to that thing Laci organized at camp; he was hoping it was his chance.”

“Honey, it’s also been a long time since then,” she pointed out. “A crush years ago doesn’t mean he is still carrying a torch for me.”

“Yeah, but maybe he is,” he gave an impatient sigh.

“And even if he is,” she shrugged. “He’s out of luck since I am already madly in love with a couple of pretty amazing guys.”

“Promise?” Yunho fished for reassurance.

“Do you need to hear me say it?” She teased him with a grin.

“Always,” he said more honestly than she was expecting.

“Love you, my beautiful blond hunk,” she said softly, half teasing but still completely earnestly.

“I love you, too,” Yunho sounded relieved to hear the words and to let them come out of his mouth as well.

“I’ll message you when San goes to bed, but sleep well and I’ll see you tomorrow,” she knew she needed to get back, even if there was nothing she would rather be doing than talking to her boys.

“I’ll pick you up in the afternoon,” he promised. “Sleep well.”

“Night,” she said finally before taking the phone away from her ear and ending the call. Opening the door, she startled, nearly dropping her phone when she found San leaning on the wall next to the bathroom door. He had obviously been listening to her talk but she didn’t know for how long or why.

“Jesus, you scared the crap out of me,” she clutched her phone to her chest as he straightened up.

“Sorry I…” San shrugged. “It seemed to be taking a little while for you to come back so I was going to go to the bathroom. I didn’t mean to listen, I just…”

“Come here,” she pulled him back into her room and closed the door. She pushed him further into the room before letting him go with a sigh. “I don’t know what you think you heard…”

“You’re seeing someone,” San shrugged. “It’s okay. I was sort of hoping you maybe weren’t but it’s okay.”

“I’m not—“ she started, a pit of worry building in her stomach.

“The thing I don’t get,” he continued over her. “Is why you’re hiding it.”

“Like I said,” she tried to cover. “I’m not seeing someone.”

“Then you are way closer to your friends than I’ve ever been with mine,” he gave a sad sort of scoff. “Another reason I wish I had managed to...get closer to you.”

“I think you just misunderstood,” she tried to correct him, gently.

“Which one is it?” He asked her, taking a seat on the end of the bed, looking up at her through the fringe of his hair that had fallen onto his forehead.

“What?” She asked, not following.

“Is it Yunho or Mingi?” He flat out asked.

“Why would you think—“

“They’re the ones we’re hanging out with tomorrow, right?” San pointed out. Shit. She stood a moment and tried to think of something, some explanation that would suffice but nothing was coming. “If I promise not to say anything. Will you just tell me the truth?”

“I…” she started. “It’s not just my secret, you know.”

“I guess,” he shrugged and looked down at his hands. “Maybe I should just head to bed.”

“Wait,” she grabbed his hand as he tried to make his way past her. “Why are you here for the holiday and not with your dad?”

“He didn’t want to be home so he took an assignment for work,” he answered flatly. “He didn’t want to be with me.”

“I can’t answer your questions today, but,” she pulled him over towards the bed. “I’d like to watch the movie with you.”

“You don’t have to,” he pulled at his wrist and gave her a small, sad smile. “I can just go to bed.”

“I mean it,” she insisted. “We don’t have to watch a movie either, but...maybe we could talk?”

“About what?” He asked, giving up on going but just standing there while she held his wrist.

“I’d like to know what else is going on with you,” she tried. “Did you go to school somewhere? What are you doing these days? I...well, you know, the stuff you do when you’re friends.”

“You don’t have to pretend,” he patted her hand and shrugged before trying to leave again.

“No pretending,” she held him tighter, moving further on the bed and inviting him to join her. “I want to be friends.” As she moved back to lean against the pillows on the headboard, he crawled up after her, sitting himself on his heels near the edge of the bed.

“Why?” Was all he could ask.

“Because you’re nice, because you need someone, because maybe we should have been friends a while ago,” she shrugged and patted the space beside her. He took the offer, laying down and curling up in the space beside her on the bed.

“I wish you had just kissed me that night at camp,” he admitted quietly. “Then maybe I wouldn’t have been alone all this time.” She patted his shoulder comfortingly and let the silence stretch for a few minutes before she started asking him about his life again. They talked for hours and she learned more about him in that time than she had in the years she had sort of known him before. They talked until they fell asleep, sprawled over the covers, fully dressed. 

Her father came to check on them before he went to bed and found them that way. He knew what San had been through, having been friends with his father for many years at this point, not close, but close enough to know how he was and what had been happening. It was why he had invited him to come for the holiday. He knew the kid needed friends and...much as he might complain about how close she was to those two boys, he knew they were all good people and that they had been the sort of friends he had always wanted her to have. He still didn’t get them, but they loved her and he knew they would be there for her. San needed some people like that in his life. She had done exactly what he had hoped. He quietly closed the door, letting them sleep; something he was sure San needed more than anything.

Yunho arrived the next day with Mingi in tow after lunch. They briefly came in, greeting her parents and catching up a little before taking her and San back out with them. Yunho took the wheel and Mingi called shotgun, jogging back to the car with a laugh, leaving San and her in the spacious back seat.

“Can I ask who you’re dating now?” San asked from the backseat as they pulled out of the neighborhood.

“Sorry, what?” Yunho said from the front seat, trying to see him through the rear view mirror as he drove.

“It’s complicated, San,” she said softly from the back seat. Mingi whipped around in his seat to look at both of them, trying to read their faces.

“Your parents seem to like them both,” he shrugged. “I just wonder why you don’t want them to know.”

“Why do you care?” Mingi asked, eyes narrowing at the boy in the back seat.

“I guess I don’t, sorry,” San shifted in his seat and turned to look out the window. An uncomfortable silence settled in the car and Yunho drove. They hadn’t decided on a place to go and now he wasn’t sure how to ask so they drove. He turned on the radio and concentrated on the road because anything else was making him break out in a clammy sweat.

“I’m thirsty,” she finally said from the back seat. “Let’s go to Sonic and get something. San did you want something? My treat…”

“I’m fine,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes from the window.

“San,” she reached across the space between them and took his hand. “Do you want to hear about what happened at camp?”

“What do you mean?” He finally turned away from the window, twisting his head to actually look at her.

“Just...I could never choose between them,” she replied ambiguously.

“I don’t know what that means,” he admitted, slightly frustrated by her answer but not pulling away. Last night had been the first time in a long time that he had felt like someone cared, like someone was listening to what he was going through. He wanted to believe it was something. Something more than just some kindness for a few hours. Something more than just being polite. Something more than pity.

“Let’s get something to drink, maybe a snack, and we can all talk,” she suggested, sending a look to Mingi in his seat and then Yunho through the mirror. Yunho nodded, he trusted her, more than anything, he trusted her. Mingi did too, after seeing Yunho make the leap. San kept a loose grip on her hand as they lapsed back into a silence, but at least it was one that was less fraught.

They pulled into one of the spaces towards the back, organizing their order before hitting the little red call button. She got her favorites, a strawberry limeade and tater tots with cheese; Yunho got a burger, onion rings, and a cherry coke; Mingi ordered a banana split and a breakfast toaster sandwich; San finally agreed to a chocolate shake and an order of mozzarella sticks. They all pulled out the cash they had on them, roughly paying for their own portions without worrying too much about getting it exact. When the carhop had dropped off their food, they passed around the food and rolled up the windows, leaving them in a quiet little world all to themselves.

“Remember that night at camp, when we all met up after dark?” She asked San as she picked at her food.

“Vividly,” San couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

“Just so you know, we didn’t ‘get lucky’ that night,” she sent him a look, remembering his comment as they had walked away. “But we did decide it was worth figuring out what we had.”

“And what did you have?” San locked eyes with her as he took a sip of his drink.

“Friendship,” she started, thinking back to all the times she had with Mingi and Yunho that were pure happiness. “Love, humor, companionship, and eventually...intimacy. I meant it when I said I couldn’t choose one and when I said I wasn’t dating one of them. We’re all together.”

“Like...they take turns?” San tried to reason. “You go out with one and then the other?”

“More like we do everything together,” she clarified. “All of us.”

“Even…” he pointed between Mingi and Yunho in the front seat who were watching but keeping their mouths occupied with food.

“Even them, sometimes even just the two of them,” she shrugged.

“That’s the part your parents wouldn’t understand,” San nodded, finally understanding. “I won’t judge and I won’t say anything.” He chuckled slightly and cast a wistful smile at her. “I guess I never really had a chance in this little circle.”

“We always have enough space for a friend,” she offered.

“Yeah?” He asked, this time looking to the boys in the front seat for confirmation. They both nodded, giving him full cheeked smiles. “I could really use some friends right now.” Tears prickled in the backs of his eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever he felt like someone wanted him around.

“You know,” she pointed out. “Your school is only about an hour away from us. You could always come and see us on weekends if you want.”

“You wouldn’t mind having me around sometimes?” San reached out for her hand again.

“It would be nice to be friends if all this doesn’t bother you,” she took his hand.

“You guys are so lucky you found each other,” San sniffled and smiled. “Everyone just disappeared after we graduated and then...now dad doesn’t even want to be around me.”

“I’m sure it’s just that he is hurting,” she assured San, pulling him into a comforting hug. “Someday he’ll come to his senses and he will regret how he’s reacted. Until then, we’re your family. I expect to hear from you all the time. I want to know everything.”

“Things are looking up,” San admitted, turning to offer Mingi a smile, who had reached over the seat to offer him a comforting pat.

“Have you gone to see your mom recently?” She asked him gently. He shook his head. “If you want to we can all go see her together?”

“Can we get some flowers to take?” San requested, giving her a squeeze.

“Yeah,” She turned to Yunho. “They should have some in the hospital gift shop actually.” Yunho gave her an acknowledging nod and started the car.

They all walked together through the graveyard, navigating the wide stony paths to the small area near the artificial lake toward one side. They found her grave, the dirt still only sparsely covered with brown grass that hadn’t even had a full season to grow. Her headstone was a pristine stretch of concrete grey stone much like those on the graves surrounding it. 

Amy Choi, Beloved Wife and Mother.

“If anyone had told me, I would have been here,” Yunho put a hand on San’s shoulder as he stood at the side of the grave.

“It feels like she died and no one noticed,” San murmured, putting a hand over Yunho’s.

“I’m so sorry you were alone,” she handed him the flowers for the grave.

“You won’t be alone now,” Mingi assured him, standing nearby.

“Hey mom,” San began. ���It’s been a while. I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you in a while. I guess I’ve been kind of busy and dad...he doesn’t like remembering. But you don’t have to worry about me.

“These are my friends from camp, do you remember them? I don’t know if you do, but they wanted to come see you, too. I’m going to try and come see you more and I’ll make sure Dad is okay. He misses you a lot. I do, too.”

He put the flowers down in the vase attached to the headstone, wiping away the silent tears that streaked his cheeks. Yunho drew him into a hug and Mingi joined him from the other side while she held one of his hands. Together they stood in the cool, crisp fall air and let San mourn the loss of the life he thought he had six months ago. Mourn the mother that never came home and the dad he was still waiting for. Things would never go back to how they were, but he didn’t feel like he was alone in a world that had forgotten him.

“You guys sure you don’t mind taking him back to school on your way?” Her dad asked as they all packed up to head back to school at the end of the weekend.

“Nah, it's practically on the way and we have space,” she shrugged, giving a reassuring smile to San behind her father.

“Just drive carefully,” Her father gave her a hug, pulling her coat around her shoulders so it sat nicely.

“Thanks for worrying,” She smiled up at him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “See you at Christmas. Oh, can San come over for Christmas dinner too?”

“Of course, if he doesn’t have somewhere else he has to be.” Her father felt pride bloom in his chest. He really was proud of who his daughter was growing up to be.

“Okay, say bye to Mom for me,” she told him as she picked up her bags. “Bye bro. Good luck with school and stuff.” She headed out the door and headed to where Yunho was waiting near the trunk of his car, Mingi standing beside him.

“Thanks for the invite to spend the holiday with you and your family, sir,” San extended a hand to him. 

Her father pushed past it to hug the boy. “I’m glad you could come and I meant it about Christmas. We always have room for you here.”

“Thank you,” San patted the back of the man, grateful he and his family were a part of his life.

“Don’t keep them waiting,” Her father pulled back and gave San a solid pat on the shoulder. “Keep up with your classes and all. Don’t do anything stupid, okay.”

“Yes, sir,” He promised, shrugging on his coat.

That night, when she was safely tucked in between the two people she couldn’t live without, she felt a wave of gratitude for everything she had. Her family, her friends, her loves; she was incredibly lucky and she promised herself that she would remember that more. I love you she whispered into the dark. Only snores and slow breaths came in response from either of the boys, both long since asleep, but the way their warm arms encircled her and their legs tangled over her, it was more eloquent than words. She sighed happily and snuggled more deeply under the covers, closing her eyes, she let sleep take her.

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[atinymonster]

ateez’s reaction to sunwoo and jiyu on weekly idol

ateez 9th member.

taglist ➴ @banhmi07, @galacticstxrdust, @jiyeons-closet

read this post for all this to make sense.

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( ˘▽˘)っ HONGJOONG

He didn’t know what to say.

Then when Jiyu started raising Sunwoo’s heart rate, he lost it.

Became the overprotective father.

“oHMYGOD WHAT—”

“We never should’ve sent you by yourself—”

But in a way he was also kind of happy that she had fun.

( ˘▽˘)っ SEONGHWA

My god he almost (basically) lost it. He almost cried.

Mama Hwa alert!

“yOUNG LADY—”

“Our baby’s growing up.” ㅠㅠ

Somewhat entertained but was about to pass out from the obvious feelings from Sunwoo.

Had his painful smile when Jiyu started doing agyeo.

( ˘▽˘)っ YUNHO

This GIF says it all.

Became a laughing mess. Like he didn’t say anything he just laughed.

When Sunwoo started singing to Jiyu he cringed and looked away.

“You look like a couple!!” *cue Jiyu choking on water*

You’d forget he was an idol with all his fanboying.

( ˘▽˘)っ YEOSANG

Teasing little shit #1.

“Someone actually likes our little baby monster?”

He kept sending ^those winks at her while he was watching.

Enjoyed seeing her a little flustered.

Peeked through his fingers when Jiyu started doing aegyo.

Will never let her live this episode down.

( ˘▽˘)っ SAN

Teasing little shit #2.

He couldn’t stop squealing or laughing.

Almost ran away when Jiyu started doing aegyo.

“Who are you and what have you dONE WITH JIYU—”

Watching Sunwoo sing to Jiyu was...an experience.

“Jiyu has a crush! Jiyu has a crush!”

( ˘▽˘)っ WOOYOUNG

Teasing little shit #3.

Practically dolphin squealed the whole time.

*dolphin squeal* “YAAAAA BABY MONSTER DID AEGYO???”

He kept rewatching the part where Sunwoo tried raising her heartbeat because he knew how flustered Jiyu must’ve been.

Cried from laughing too much, please help him.

Like Yeosang, he wouldn’t let Jiyu live down that episode for months.

( ˘▽˘)っ MINGI

Semi–teasing little shit #4.

Joined Yunho in constantly laughing and cringing.

Let out a scream when he saw Jiyu try to raise Sunwoo’s heartbeat. Screamed again when she succeeded with one line.

“aHHHH YA SHE TOOK HIM OUT WITH ONE LINE—”

He actually went to ask Jiyu if she liked Sunwoo. Almost fainted hearing the answer.

( ˘▽˘)っ JONGHO

Teasing little shit (kinda) #5.

His face in the GIF is literally how he watched the whole episode.

Seeing his best friend embarrassed was his joy.

“At least you won’t be an old cat lady!”

Mid–episode, he remembered when The Boyz came to their dressing room for a mission at KCON NY 2019, Sunwoo kept glancing at Jiyu—that just made him crack up even more.

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[shiberhwang]

 ateez reaction to you having a good voice for singing for the first time

hongjoong

hongjoong had just finished producing his final piece of music and that is when he decides to lay down on his bed. as he was about to close his eyes, he heard you singing from a distant. he wasn’t sure whether it was you or your friend singing, but he was damn sure it was the voice of an angel. he went downstairs immediately to check it out and he saw you, singing your heart out to Mist(mist best bside periodt). The frown and curiosity in his face immediately shifted to a blush. He was very surprised hearing you sing for the first time and you’ve never sang to him at all. “y/n, what the heck? you sound beautiful” he said, startling you as you quickly paused the song. you kept quiet and stared at him, red all over your face and you covered your face from embarassment. “just what i needed, you have to be in my recordings once y/n i’m not even joking”

seonghwa

“y/n, i’ll go take a shower” seonghwa said to you and you nodded. you continued cooking lunch for the both of you and that’s when you decided to turn on a ballad song for you to sing. but seonghwa has decided to sit down at the living room instead and use his phone, you didn’t know. you sang and the high note part of the chorus caught your bf’s attention. “damn, go on please” he said softly to himself. he stood up and watched you from afar, singing to his favourite song. “y/n, why don’t you serenade me to sleep like you do today?” he asked. you jumped and turned to him, “what the fuck? i thought-” you got cut off, “is this why you never showed me your singing hm?” he asked. “i’m pretty sure you heard a neighbour haha” you dropped to the ground and whined. he ran to you and gave you a hug, smiling. “you’re so pretty when you sing.” 

yunho

you both hung out in the dance studio and played random songs to wait for the members. you came up with the idea to play truth or dare and it was his turn to ask. “truth or dare?” yunho asked. “dare”. “you sing for me and i’ll buy you your favourite ice cream.” he said, smirking at you. your face went from a smile to a ‘are you serious’ face. “yunho, i literally can’t sing” you said. he shushed you and sat back. you without hesitating, listened to the song he picked and turns out it was your favourite song as well, begin to sing. immediately when you started singing, yunho felt like an angel was singing to him. butterflies in his stomach as he was so captivated by the way you let out your voice. you had already finished singing the chorus and the song stopped. you covered your face in embarassment since you saw him not responding at all for a good few seconds - he was speechless. “y/n, is this real?” he asked. “what is?” you replied. “your voice is goddamn good. i don’t understand what part of your brain tells you it isn’t” yunho said, giving you a pat on your back.

yeosang

“yeosang” you called out his name. he turned to you and raised his eyebrow. “do you want to hear me sing?” you questioned the elder. he scoffed. “really? you’re feeling very confident lately huh, y/n” he chuckled, not believing a word you said to him. “i’m serious” you murmured. “fine. don’t bleed my ears” yeosang agreed. you began singing for him and he sat there, crossing his arms. you didn’t feel nervous and that made you sing smoothly and nicely. as soon as you started singing he was shocked, he widened his eyes and leaned forward to hear you better. “not bad” he thought to himself. “so how was it? tell me” you stopped. “you’re not bad. go on” he replied. but deep down he was lowkey falling in love with you even more.

san

you sat on the floor, doing your homework as you listened to san singing along to your songs. you stopped writing and just proceeded to listen to him. you knew that he was going to forget the next lyrics or he couldn’t reach the note he was going for, which it was time you decided to step in and continue the song with a high note. san looked at you in confusion, not sure whether it was the audio playback voice or you. “y/n? y/n??” he questioned. “what?” you replied. standing up from his sit, he quickly walked to you and placed his hands on your cheeks. “that was my baby singing? my ears are blessed” he said happily, and pinched your cheeks. “saaaaan-” you whined. “i didn’t know you can sing that well” he said in awe.

mingi

mingi found you in the waiting area, sitting their bored as you sing the lyrics to some sort of song that he never heard of. he walked slyly behind you and sits down behind you and just smile as you continue singing, without noticing he was there. once you finish singing you heard a loud voice, yelling into your ear making you jump from your sit. “you have a better voice than me!” he says loudly but struggling not to smile.  

wooyoung

you were just walking around the house, finding your clothes as you sang bluntly to the chorus of “answer”. wooyoung had just came out of the bathroom, crossing his arms and leaning to the wall as you continued singing. you turned around and nervously opened your earphones, giving him an awkward smile. “good voice but you can never sing better than i do on my part” he blatantly replied. “i have a good voice...?” you replied. “of course, you’re gonna have to sing more to me by the way, and i insist” wooyoung said, walking back upstairs as you were left standing there, face turning immediately red in embarassment..

jongho

jongho had just returned from the store and went in the apartment. suddenly hearing you sing in your room, he decided to attempt to get you to sing again and more often, loving the sound of your stunning voice. you heard a door open and stopped. he went in your bedroom, continuing the song where you had left off. he sat beside you passing the bottle of coke that you told him to buy, which he used as a fake mic to you and hoping that you’d continue singing. it worked, making you sing the next line, and he’d quickly harmonise with you at the right moments. he’d do anything he could to hear you sing more and more.

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