#some of the mv took place in a parking garage

[good-beans]

*thinking about Double a normal amount*

#i dreamed about it all night last night addggbnj #the mv opened with bokukoto playing acoustic guitar and switched to orekoto on electric #and instead of kotoko making an appearance in his vd it was fuuta! #(probably because i read an 0309 fic before bed lol) #some of the mv took place in a parking garage #im trying to remember anything else 🤔 #the Mental Illness has been hitting this week and i am clinging to milgram for dear life LMAO #ill be visiting family this weekend though! going out to a punpkin patch and seeing a play :3 im really excited for that #dont have any halloween plans because i have a night class tuesday rip #but i mean even without the class my partner and i would want a chill night #oop didnt mean to start rambling #double tomorrow 👏👏👏 #rose rambles

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 23

Masterlist

Youth (A-World)

I'm a bit reluctant to talk about this one since it's clearly a very personal song for both Yunho and Mingi so I will, once again, stick strictly to the visual parts of the MV and steer clear of the lyrics

We open on Yunho and Mingi running along a dirt path between two open fields toward a small wooden cabin, its windows lit up

Given the protagonists in the other two unit MVs prior to this one, we can already assume that these two are from the Halazia World as well so we won't be able to rely on any diary entries or other past knowledge outside that one MV and its associated promo-material and worldbuilding

They reach the building and Mingi peeks through one of the dusty windows and we get to look at a scene from his past

His past self, scratched up cheek and blood around the corner of his mouth, is sitting across a masked man in the shabby interior of the cabin

Speculating on the identity of the man is not yet needed as we'll get more hints toward his identity in a second; however, it is noteworthy that a gramophone can be seen on the chest of drawers - it seems music was not yet outlawed when this took place

We move on to Yunho who's also looking through another window into his past which consists of a garage-like room filled with instruments, tools, a beat-up looking car and sound-muffling rugs, boxed in by walls covered in graffiti

Since I assume they didn't have timelord-technology when they built this cabin, we can gather that they're not actually looking into these rooms but are rather thinking back to their lives in the other world - the cabin is simply a symbol of their past

It's likely, though, that it's located in the same place as their hideout back in their world since they specifically sought it out

We return to Mingi who's now being confronted by multiple masked men in a rather run-down looking police interrogation room

It could be that these guys are working directly under Henry Jo - elites, maybe, or a human version of the Android Guardians from Z-World

Either way, we can conclude that Mingi, and potentially other Black Pirates, were involved in some kind of scuffle during which Mingi was injured and arrested

They're likely now trying to get him to rat out the rest of the Black Pirates or maybe they're just pissed at his attitude or behavior

Either way, Mingi visibly doesn't back down - instead, he snaps back before putting in his earbuds and looking away (behavior that is reminiscent of Mingi in the A-World, specifically in the Diary Film)

After this, we cut to shots of current-day Yungi performing in an abandoned parking-garage-like building, followed by a more artistic shot

We see a row of full-body mirrors showing Mingi in a suit and glasses - all polished and business, alongside a more translucent version of Yunho in a similar get-up

Is this what they were pressured to look like? Is it what society expected of them, what they were forced to conform to? It's likely.

Much like in IT's You, albeit more violently and blatantly, the screen shatters as he punches one of the mirrors to signify his breaking point as he recalls past trauma

In their business suits and among the shards, they both dance with a row of Black Pirates between them before they break formation and spread out more freely to continue their performance

We get some pretty shots of Yungi on the roof of the cabin and with a nearby parked truck before we return to Yungi in his past

He's standing by the beat-up looking car and it looks... truly wrecked, potentially burnt and with a smashed in driver's side window

Did his older brother die too, like A-World Yunho's? If so, is this some Across the Spider-Verse type thing where certain fixed events cannot be avoided?

It's definitely a possibility, given the emotional outburst during which Yunho grabs an electric guitar and proceeds to bash it into the car's windshield

The trauma-related anger aligns with Seonghwa and Hongjoong's in Matz - but who can blame them?

And like Hongjoong and Seonghwa, he also has a tendency for expressing his trauma further by committing arson

As we see him perform near the car wreck, the flames are already licking away behind the glass panes in the background

Clearly, Mingi had the same idea as we see him stand in front of the now burning cabin before Yunho steps up beside him

While Mingi seems transfixed by the flames, Yunho looks over to check on him

Mingi meets his eyes a moment later before we cut back to their performance in suits which transitions to the same choreo performed in front of the burning cabin

A few more flashes of their past and them running on the dirt path before we end with the title card as they stand there, side-by-side, while the symbol of their trauma burns to the ground

#ateez #ateez lore #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #will - the world ep fin #youth mv

[apriorisea]

“But I Still Want You” - Part 3

You x Jimin

~~~2 Days Later: Wednesday~~~

You took Tuesday off work. You just couldn’t risk running into Jimin again. When he’d left you on Monday, you’d cried until you couldn’t breathe and then you’d locked your office door and stayed hidden away until it was time to go home. You took the back way, not wanting to run into anyone with your face as puffy and red as it was.     Your phone hadn’t stopped buzzing, really, the texts ranging from mildly curious to out-and-out worried. When you got home, you’d finally sent him a response: So sorry, LONG day. Think I’m getting sick. I appreciate you checking in on me.      He tried calling you a few times on Tuesday, but each time you ignored the call, saying you were spending the day with your cousin and everything was fine.      And now it was Wednesday, time to move on. As you pull into your usual spot in the parking garage, you can see him waiting for you, with his customary bright smile and a surprise fruit smoothie in tow. You take a small breath and quickly check your mirror: you’d spent all last night with cold compresses on your eyes to try and reduce the swelling, and though you’d applied a lot of makeup to hide the dark circles, you were still worried it wouldn’t be enough. Squaring your shoulders, you climb out of the car, willing yourself to smile.     The tall dancer greets you with a quick hug and then offers the smoothie. “Mango-strawberry,” he says.     “My favorite,” you confirm, managing a real smile this time. You take a sip. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”     Falling into step next to you, he looks at you carefully. “So...how are you? Did you have a nice time with your cousin yesterday?”     You nod, taking another sip as you try to remember the details of your cover story. “Yeah, it was great. I don’t get to see her often.”     “That’s good,” he says once the two of you are in the elevator. “Are you feeling a little better?”     You look at him sharply. “What?”     “You said the other day that you thought you were getting sick,” he smiles gently. “Are you feeling better?”     “Oh.” You take another swallow of smoothie. “Yeah, I’m---I’m feeling a little better. Thanks.”     You must have done something bad in a past life, because the first thing you see when the elevator doors open to the main lobby is Jimin. He’s with Jungkook and a few of the managers, waiting to take the elevator up to his floor, and as soon as he sees you, everything goes quiet.      Jimin’s gaze wanders from you to the backup dancer next to you, and you catch the tiniest flicker of devastation on his face before he smiles. “Good morning,” he says politely, bowing a little. His eyes go to your face, and you know that he immediately sees through all of your precautions. “How are you?”     It doesn’t matter how hard he’s working to hide it: you can read him easily. You feel the heat creep up your neck and give a haphazard bow in return. “Good morning,” you say, including the others in your greeting. You can’t help but notice the way Jungkook is staring at the man beside you, his expression a complicated mess of emotions. “I’m---I’m well, how are you?”     Jimin doesn’t really answer, just smiles faintly and nods, then steps back so he’s out of your way. He’s pointedly ignoring the dancer standing next to you.    The other man clearly misses this omission. Smiling brightly, he says, “I’m actually really glad for the break this week. It’ll be good for us all in the long-run!”     “Yes.” To almost everyone else, Jimin’s answer is polite and pleasant, but you and Jungkook immediately hear the tension bubbling beneath the surface.     You exchange a nervous look with the maknae but move past them nervously. As their group boards the elevator, you turn to face them. “Have a good day,” you add. “Your---your tour wardrobes look amazing, by the way.”     Jimin smiles at you, his eyes holding you gently. “Yes, they’re beautiful. Thank you for your hard work.”     The doors start closing, and Jungkook says helpfully: “We’ll see you soon, right?”     You can’t answer that, so you just smile and stay still until the doors are closed.     Bumping your arm softly, your new friend smiles nervously down at you. “I hope my wardrobe still looks okay...”     Of course he goes for the joke. You smile, but even you can tell it falls flat. Taking a small breath, you turn to go, the smoothie sloshing around your empty stomach.

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As soon as the doors close, Jimin’s posture slumps. Bowing his head, he rubs his forehead irritably.    “It’s okay, hyung,” Jungkook is saying softly. “You did really well. It’s going to be okay.”    He doesn’t answer for a long time. “I was worried about her,” he admits in the smallest voice. “Because she didn’t come to work yesterday. But she’s....she looks....I guess he took care of her,” he finishes lamely.      Jungkook isn’t sure what to say, so the rest of the trip is silent.

~~~Thursday~~~

You don’t see Jimin, but that’s more a sign of the times than a stroke of luck: the deadlines are coming fast, and word around the company is that all 7 of the boys are pushing themselves to the limit in order to be ready. You do a little bit of careful digging, but no one has any unfavorable gossip about Jimin---though several mention how tired he seems lately.     You inadvertently have lunch with half of the dance crew, because he wanted to eat with you, but the rest of his buddies tag-along, too. It’s fine, but you can’t bring yourself to smile at all of his jokes this time.

~~~Friday~~~

There’s a rumor going around that the boys’ trainer and a medical doctor had been called in, but no one can confirm for whom. No matter how hard you try, you can’t push this out of your mind, and you keep an eye out for him the whole day.    Just after lunch, you’re heading up to the main offices for a delivery, when you run into Jimin in the hallway. Once again, he’s not alone, but they all stop and bow politely at you.     You ask first this time: “How are you?”    He smiles, his mask looking nearly perfect. “We’re all working hard to prepare for the tour. Are you....are you well?”     You nod. “Yes, I am, thank you.” The mask doesn’t fool you: he’s trying so hard to seem fine for you, but it’s killing him and you can see it. The words don’t come to mind easily and he’s ushered away before anything can come to you.    It isn’t until later that you realize “well” was a poor substitute for “happy” and the look of pain at your answer haunts you for the rest of the day.    The text comes close to quitting time: Are you busy tonight? Want to go see a movie?     You can’t think of anything you’d rather do less, but you agree, because that was the point of all this pain, wasn’t it? To move on? To move forward? For both of your sakes?    He holds your hand during the movie and all the way home, and there’s something dark bubbling inside you, but you swallow it down until you’re alone.     “Be happy,” Jimin had said. “I want you to be happy.”    It hurts more than anything.

~~~Saturday~~~

It’s too close to the deadline for anyone to have a day-off, but when word gets out that another doctor had been called to the boys’ personal rooms, you can’t ignore the worry anymore.    Hiding out in your office, you text Yoongi and Jin. Though it takes a while, they confirm that the doctor had been to see Jimin, but that he was doing okay and you shouldn’t worry. You have no choice but to believe them.    Luckily, things are too busy for you to see anyone other than your boss and team. You’re home and stumbling into bed when you get the text: Missed seeing you today---I hope everything will be less busy soon! ;)     You ignore it.

~~~Sunday~~~

Though every department had come in early this morning, as the day wore on most people left, finished with what they could do for the week. But the shooting for the MV was on Thursday, and there were a million wardrobe adjustments that needed to be done, so you and your coworkers keep at it, even as the rest of the building goes silent.    By 6:02pm, it’s just you and your boss, both of you committed to staying until everything is finished. It’s 7:04pm when she gets a call from her husband, asking her to come home quick because the baby is sick. She apologizes to you a million times, but you promise you don’t mind---being busy is better than being alone. She leaves with your reassurance that what you started would be finished before you left.     Your phone buzzes at 8:06pm: Are you still at work?? I dropped by your place to say hi, but no one’s here. Everything ok?    You don’t feel bad not responding, because the work piled in front of you is a legitimate excuse. By 9:08pm, you’re pretty sure you’re the only one left in the building, minus the security team. It feels peaceful and devastating all at the same time, and in the relative quiet, your mind wanders.     Taehyung had called you this morning, just wanting to check-in, but there was a layer of worry about his brother in every word. He had never asked you outright about your dating life, but the questions had hovered around the subject enough to get the point across. You’d given vague answers, unable to focus due to the pain, and when the call ended, you both hung up unsatisfied.     At 9:30pm, you finish the final bit of work and sit back in your seat, exhausted. Now that all the machinery was turned off, the silence is deafening and immediate. There’s not a sound anywhere---    Except you swear you can hear music. You glance at your watch: it’s too late for anyone else to be here. The word had gone out that the boys had left at 6:30pm today, a feeble attempt to “rest up” before the long week ahead. No other department was working this late. The company should be empty.     Tucking your phone into your back pocket, you get to your feet and go to investigate. It doesn’t take you long to find the source of the music: it’s blaring from the large practice room, though most of the lights are off inside. Your curiosity is turning into concern, some part of your soul sensing trouble, so you pull open the door, anxious about what you’ll find.     It takes you a moment to see him. Jimin is sitting alone in the middle of the floor, futilely attempting to stretch out his back. You watch for only a moment before he collapses in on himself, in obvious distress.     That’s all it takes. You’re at his side in seconds, kneeling on the floor next to him. “Have you put heat on it?” you ask, raising your voice over the music.     He’s startled by your appearance and in so much pain that all he can do is shake his head no. You brush your hand through his hair comfortingly and get to your feet, going to the medical supply cupboard in the corner and turning off the music. Now that it’s quiet, you can hear his labored breathing, and it only makes you more upset. You grab the heating pads that are kept in this room for this specific purpose and hurry back to him. “Lie down,” you say softly. With your help, he manages to stretch out on his stomach, his face buried in his arms. You put the heating pads across his lower back and hold them in place. “Have you taken anything yet?”     “No,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.     You go on the hunt for those and a bottle of water. “Did you call someone?”     “Yes.”     When you get back to him, the heat has already done a little bit of work. Kneeling next to him again, you remove the heating pads and carefully start to massage his back. “It’s okay,” you say quietly. “Take those drugs. It’s going to be okay soon.”     He obeys mutely, and the room is silent while you work on his sore, overworked muscles. You’re so focused on helping him that it takes you a moment to realize his shoulders are shaking with silent tears.     You freeze. “Am I hurting you??”     Slowly, he sits up, moving carefully and ignoring your noise of concern. The tears are streaming freely down his face as he meets your eyes.      “Jimin. Your back---”     “Who cares about my back?” he scoffs through tears, even as he winces.      You reach for the heating pad again and scoot closer to him to hold it carefully against his back. “I do,” you say irritably. “You need to keep heat on it for now.”     His eyes are still stuck on your face. “The only thing I need is you,” he says, and before you can respond, he goes on tearfully: “I miss you, babygirl. I miss you so much it’s killing me---way more than my back ever could. It’s eating me alive and I can’t do anything about it, because it’s all my fault.” He reaches for you desperately, but since your attention is focused on his back, he ends up with a hand on your knee. “I hurt you. How can I ever forgive myself for that?? But I miss you.”     Your heart is racing, and the only thing keeping you from tears is your concern for him. “Relax the muscles as much as you can,” you say, staring at the affected area in an attempt to avoid his pointed gaze.     “I’m not good enough for you.” He’s regained a tiny bit of his composure: he’s still crying, but now that he’s touching you, his voice is a little steadier and a lot less panicked. “I wasn’t there for you. I let my own concerns pull me away from you. I know I wasn’t easy to deal with when I was stressed---I was sharp and distracted. I missed things. I put my focus on work when I should have been putting it our relationship, the most precious thing in my life. I am selfish and stupid and weak, and you deserve so much more. You deserve better than me. I’m worthless.”     He’s getting himself worked up again and you can feel his muscles tensing up again as he does. “Take a breath, please. You’re not worthless,” you insist softly, leaning a little closer to readjust your hold on the heating pads. You meet his eyes briefly and an instinctive comforting smile tries to break across your face. “You’re not---”      “Don’t do that,” he says brokenly. “Please don’t.”     You stare at him, still trying to keep the heating pads flush to his back. “Do what?”      “Smile to me. Lie to me.” He inhales roughly. “Try to make me feel better when I shouldn’t. I’m a mess. I couldn’t keep my promise to you---I missed your friend’s dinner, and I know that wasn’t the first time. I constantly let you down. I made you cry.” He holds onto your knee more tightly. “I’m so sorry I ever made you cry. I’m sorry I hurt you.” He chokes on his tears and reaches his other hand out to rest softly on the side of your face. “I am so sorry, please believe me.”     The tears are filling your eyes again, threatening to overflow. The touch of his fingers against your skin feels so wonderful that you don’t ever want to move. He’s still looking into your eyes, and you’re struck again by the desire to crawl into his lap, hide your face in the crook of his neck, and never leave. You swallow unsteadily.      “My precious girl,” he says softly. “I’m so sorry. I’m working so hard to be better,” he adds anxiously. “I’m seeing someone to help with my issues, I’m making myself stronger mentally, I’m recommitting myself to the things that are most important. I’m learning to set boundaries and prioritize. I’m.....I’m trying to fix the ruined part of myself, because the only thing I want to be is the man who is worthy of you.” His face crumples. “Even though I know that will never be possible. I know I will never be good enough for you.” Bringing his other hand away from your knee, he cradles your face in his hands tenderly, his gaze wandering over you desperately.     “Jimin....” you whisper, closing your eyes for just a moment. It’s getting hard to breathe again, and you’re trying to hold onto the part of you that thought this break-up was a good idea---but you’re having a hard time finding it. This is all ridiculous, a part of you whispers. What is the point of being apart if it only makes us both miserable? How is that helping either of us? Why did I ever think this was a good idea??      He’s still holding you gently, stroking your face lightly with his thumbs. “I dream about you constantly,” he says softly. “I dream about you taking me back, giving me one more chance to love you and protect you and take care of you---it’s my second greatest desire.” He inhales unsteadily and his hands slip from your face dejectedly. “But I know it will always be a dream. So I cling to my greatest desire, the only thing I really want, the most important thing: your happiness. And even there I fail, because I’m so conflicted.” He says your name carefully, almost reverently, and the emotions overcome him again. “I need you to be happy,” he says tearfully. “....But I still want you.”     His eyes never leaving yours, he starts leaning in a little closer, moving slowly to give you the space to pull back if you want.     But there’s nothing in you that wants that. You are desperate for him, dying for his touch and warmth and familiarity. The heating pads slip from your useless fingers as he draws closer; your heart is pounding in your throat as your mind races in conflict, but when he finally closes the gap and presses his lips softly to yours, the sigh that escapes you is completely involuntary.     In only a month, you had forgotten this feeling of pure, unadulterated joy, the way his lips fit yours perfectly, the way everything else melts away when he kissed you like this. The return of these feelings is overwhelming. THIS, your mind is screaming. This is all I want, THIS THIS THIS, him. Please.     As if he had heard you, one of his hands moves to rest on your hip, pulling you a little closer, and you you think your heart is going to explode. This is what it should feel like, it says triumphantly. This is right. This and only this. You want to forget everything else and stay in this moment forever.     But all at once, the uncomfortable memory of someone else’s lips brushing your skin and the sound of the practice room door unlocking rips you from your perfect happiness. Jimin makes a distinct sound of disappointment when you pull back, but before either of you can speak, the physical trainer opens the door.     “You should have called me earlier,” he says roughly. “I told you to take it easy, didn’t I?” He looks at you, some of his anger softening. “Thank God you had her here. Did you put heat on it?”     “Y-yes,” you answer distractedly. You get slowly to your feet, moving out of the way so the trainer can have a better look. “I tried to work on it a little, plus he took some painkiller. Less than 15 minutes ago.”     The man nods again. “Good, good. You’re lucky this wasn’t worse,” he reminds his patient darkly.     Jimin is looking up at you, clearly still hungover from the kiss, and though he doesn’t say anything, he desperately and obviously wants you back by his side. But your mind is still racing, already set in your decision but trying to find the best means to accomplish it.     “Lie down,” the trainer instructs, getting to his feet and heading for the medicine cabinet.     Your plan finally made, you meet Jimin’s pleading gaze. “I can’t do this yet,” you whisper. “Just....just give me a second, okay?”     His face falls, but before he can say anything, the trainer returns. Knowing he would be safe and watched over for a while, you force yourself to leave.

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It only takes 1 text message to learn that he was home alone, so you head for his apartment talking yourself up the whole way. By the time you reach his place, you’ve gone over the conversation a million times.     As soon as he opens the door, his face breaks into a wide smile. “Hey,” he says, stepping back to usher you inside. “Long time no see.”     You stay where you are. “I’m sorry.” It was the only way to begin the difficult conversation. “When we started talking, I was still reeling from a break-up, and even though I hate the term, I think I used you as a rebound. I didn’t intend to,” you add earnestly. “I was just in a lot of pain and it was nice to be around someone who could take it away for a little bit. You are so sweet and caring, and you were kinder to me than I deserved. I will always be grateful for that.” You try not to focus on the unhappy expression on his face, thinking instead of Jimin and your need to be back with him. “But I also owe you so many apologies, because I let it go on to somewhere it shouldn’t have. I’m still in love with someone else. I’m so sorry.”     He’s quiet for a long time, just studying you. Finally, he says quietly: “Did you guys fix things, then?”     You sigh. “It’s not fixed yet,” you say honestly. “But we’re both going to work on fixing it, and that’s all I want.”     “He is all you really want,” he corrects, but there’s no malice in his tone---just disappointment.     You don’t deny it. “I really am so sorry.”     He exhales heavily and gives you a tiny smile. “Don’t be. It was always just a  pipe dream anyway. .....You’re sure this is what you want?”     You think of Jimin and the way he felt like home and you can’t stop the smile from reaching every part of your face. “Yes. I still want him.”

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On your way back to the company, you try to call Jimin several times, but each time the call goes straight to voicemail. You wait impatiently for the bus to reach it stop, and rush off before anyone else even has a chance to get to their feet. You don’t stop until you reach the practice room, pulling the door open and reminding yourself at the last minute that you needed to show more decorum around the other staff members.     The reminder is pointless, because once again Jimin is alone in the room. In the 70 minutes it had taken you to have your conversation with the dancer, he had clearly been through the full treatment for his back. He’s sitting in one of the rolling chairs in the corner of the room, staring blankly into space.     When the door clicks shut behind you, he turns to look at you, his eyes refocusing slowly. A spasm of pain crosses his face, but this time it has nothing to do with his back. He gets slowly to his feet, resettling the hood of his jacket over his head as he does.     “Are you okay?” you gasp, still trying to catch your breath from the wild dash. “Is your back okay?”     Taking in your disheveled appearance, he frowns and comes towards you. “Are you okay?”     You nod wordlessly.     He nods with you, then takes a deep breath, steeling himself before beginning: “I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable. I spent all that time telling you how I was getting better, and then I go and do that....” He shakes his head. “You said you needed space and time, and I---I understand that. I really do want you to be happy. So I’ll give you the space you need, whatever it takes for you to feel comfortable and happy.” He manages a tiny smile and reaches out to squeeze your arm. “Just please remember that I am so sorry, and if you ever need anything, I’m here.” With this, he takes another deep breath and moves around you, heading for the door.     You’re caught so off-guard by his reaction that it takes you a few moments to find your words. “I didn’t---”     “It’s okay, really,” he says, but he doesn’t stop. “I know the situation, and I don’t hold it against you---you don’t have to say anything.”     “No, wait, just---just stop.” He finally freezes and you take your own deep breath to calm down. “I’m sorry I ran out earlier, I just had something I needed to do really quick while the trainer was here.”     “You don’t have to apologize.” He doesn’t turn back to look at you, and his voice is full of barely-withheld pain. “But I’m sorry, I really need to go now. Let me call security to walk you home---”     His words are cut off as you run to him and wrap your arms around him from behind. “Baby,” you say gently, hugging him tight. “Please wait just a second.”  You feel his breath catch at the term of endearment and release him, moving around to stand in front of him. He meets your eyes hopefully. Softly, you reach up and pull down his hood. “I love you,” you say, feeling a million pounds lighter now that you finally got to say it back. “I love you more than I can explain. I love you so much that it’s ridiculous. I have never once stopped loving you, and instead of crumbling under this test, I should have held on tighter. Because you may not be perfect, but you are the only perfect thing for me.” The tears prickle at the corner of your eyes again. “I still want you. Only you. And if you can forgive me for my part in this, I promise you that I won’t give up again. We’ll work through it all together, because you are everything to me and I don’t want to do this without you.” Feeling the sob creep up your throat, you give up on words and step closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight, hiding your face against his shoulder. “I love you.”     His arms are already around you, cradling you against him so carefully. One hand comes up to stroke your hair softly. “Don’t cry, babygirl. Don’t cry.” He takes a huge breath and lets it out slowly; there are a million things he wants to say, but first he wants you to calm down, so he hugs you and rubs your back and lets you cry until it’s done.    You pull back, your hands slipping to rest on his chest as you look into his face. He immediately takes your face in his hands and starts brushing your tears away, his brow furrowed in concern. You take a small breath. “I’m okay now.”     The smile is quick and immediate, but as he meets your gaze, it fades slightly. He puts his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. “You are my everything,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours. “I want this more than anything else in the world, I want you.” He can’t help but grin at the way your cheeks flush, but it can’t push away his thoughts for too long. The shadow passes over his face and he sighs. “But I’m afraid of hurting you again. I’m---I’m working, but I’m not perfect yet.”     “I don’t want perfect,” you say, touching his face softly. “I just want you. We can grow together. Please?”     He studies you a moment longer, then leans in to press his lips to yours. “Whatever you want, babygirl. Thank you,” he adds, before kissing you again. “I promise I’ll be better.”     “We’ll be better,” you correct mildly, then pull him in for another long kiss. When you finally break away, you smooth some hair out of his face. “How’s your back pain?”     He smiles. “What back pain?” Releasing you, he intertwines his fingers with yours and tugs you towards the door. “Let’s go home, babygirl: we have so much catching up to do.”

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts clean imagines #REQUESTS #bts #anonymous #non-smut #angst #fluff #bts imagine jimin #jimin #jiminie #but i still want you part 3 #but i still want you

[welovekpopscenarios]

Business (P.O. x Reader)

Admin: Candi Request/Idea: “Hello it's me again! I was hoping you would still do the pyo block b smut fanfic. I'm not picky so whatever comes to mind when you make it is totally cool! My birthday is on 8-31 so this would be an amazing present. Thank you!! 😁😁💙💙 - alejandra-bvb” Fandom: Block B Member/reader: P.O x Reader Genre/warning(s): smut Words: 1.2k Authors note: Happy Birthday! Enjoy the fic :) Fic inspired by the ‘Very Good’ MV!

           “Go, go, go!” Yells Zico as he’s packing up the last bit of money from the safe. “Get to the car, now!” He continues and quickly follows his own orders, the police was going to show up any minute and they couldn’t risk spending another minute there. They all scrambled to the getaway van and threw themselves and their bags inside. Bbomb was the driver and he pressed the gas hard, leaving a screeching sound of the tires on the street. The ride back to the base was agile and chaotic, everyone was trying to scrape the money off of the floor back into their bags so nothing would get left behind. Once Bbomb arrived at the place he parked the van into their underground garage that no one had access too except the boys, everyone got out and made their way inside the house.

           “So, how was it?” Ukowns girlfriend comes out and asks, the girls usually kept quiet and never got involved but she was different, she helped them, she was the mastermind behind their escapes so she was allowed to know what’s going on. Everyone stood up and emptied their bags to reveal the thousands of dollars, the jewellery and the diamonds that were stolen during the heist. She gasped and said it’s more than usual and continued to ask if they had their masks on all the time, if they had their gloves on, if they were being followed by anyone and so on. After the questioning, Zico gathered all the money and jewels and took them down to the basement, to a huge safe where all the treasures were kept. He went back up and reassured everyone that it’s safe and that they can scatter off and relax.

           Everyone went to their rooms where they all fell into bed and were greeted by their partners. You waited patiently for Pyo to show up as always, you were in the bathroom fixing yourself when you felt hands crawl up your body, you knew it was him so you turned around but to your surprise you weren’t faced with Pyo’s beautiful self, instead you were faced with an abnormal clown mask.

           “That’s not funny, you scared me!” You push him away.

           “Aw baby, I’m sorry!” He took off his mask and threw it to the floor.

           “How was today?”

           “It was okay, got what we wanted.” Which was the usual answer he gave seeing as you weren’t allowed to hear every detail because with this type of “business” trust wasn’t a thing, even with partners.

           “That’s good. When’s your next heist?”

           “We don’t know yet, we have more than enough for now anyway, it shouldn’t be for another while.”

           You hummed and went over to the bed.

           “I’ll take a quick shower! I’ll be out in a few.” Pyo announced while taking off his shirt in front of you, he was always so busy you rarely got to enjoy him like that. While he was in the shower you quickly grabbed the nicest lingerie you have and put it on, you had a pushup bra, a thong, suspender belt and thigh highs, everything was dark purple with little black details; it was his favourite set. You stayed on the bed and waited for him to come out.

           He came out of the shower towel drying his hair, he stopped in the door once he saw you and his jaw dropped. He stood there for a while not knowing what to say.

           “You had a tough day at work, didn’t you?” You teased. “Let me help you loosen up.” You point at him and signal for him to come to the bed. He crawled on top of you and you pressed your lips into his quickly taking charge. You pushed him onto the bed so you were on top. He rested his hands on your thighs and you went back to kissing him, it didn’t take long for his hands to start wandering all over your body. The tips of your fingers caressed his chest and made their way to his crotch, lightly squeezing so he’d whimper.

           “Y/N.” He sighed out your name and you bit your lip.  

           “Do you want me?” You asked.

           “So bad.”

           You lowered yourself to his thighs and started teasing his member with your tongue which made him increase in size quite quickly. You decided against teasing him for longer, you wanted to pleasure him so teasing was going to be left for another night. You filled your mouth with him and soaked him in your saliva so he could enter you more comfortably, you sucked his member and gently fondled his balls, his sighs and moans became louder and he grew inside your mouth. You helped yourself with your hand to the places your mouth couldn’t reach and Pyo was a moaning mess, his hand gently tugging at your hair.

           Once he had enough, he pulled you up by your hair, grabbed your ass and pulled you closer to him. His mouth was all over your neck and your chest, his tongue leaving a trail of wetness from your neck to your chest. He quickly moved the material of your panties to the side of you and slowly placed himself inside you, his face was between your boobs leaving kisses all over them while he filled you up. Both of your moans filled the room and you were sure everyone else in the house heard you but you didn’t care, he started pumping into you while you swayed your hips to suit his rhythm.

           His thumb was pressing into your clit, performing quick circles that hit every nerve inside you over and over again, his dick hitting your gspot every time he pressed himself deeper, you were so wet for him. He relished in the sensation of your pussy getting wetter on him, every stroke became wetter. His hand roughly pulled at your bra to reveal your breast, he put his mouth over your nipple hastily and began sucking and licking it while the other hand was still occupied with your soaked clit. Your nipple grew harder so he moved onto the other one.

           “Pyo, I’m going to cum!” You warn him but he goes harder. Your walls clench, you throw your head back as you feel the high approach at a rapid speed. His pace was so fast that the both of you unraveled at the same time and the others definitely heard you, from the bed creaking to the loud moans, the whole house heard you.

           You both lied down to regain some energy.

           “Well I’m going to have to take a shower again.” Pyo says.

           “I’ll come with you.”

           “You want me that bad all over again?”

           You smirk and he laughs planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

#p.o #p.o smut #block b #block b smut #p.o fic #block b fic #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #jaehyo #zico #ukwon #taeil #bbomb #park kyung #smut #p.o. #p.o. smut

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 2

Masterlist

Inception (A-World)

As already implied by the song title, the entire MV takes place inside a dreamscape which gives us some leeway when interpreting the imagery

Additionally, it also helps us align it with the storyline: we're seeing the time right before their reunion, meaning they've already parted ways quite some time ago and are now beginning to forget about each other, just like Hongjoong described in the Outro

We open on Yeosang in the violin practice room which we already know he doesn't feel at home in before we cut to the classroom we saw San in in the Diary Film

We see Seonghwa in a room reminiscent of a detective's office; a place in his dream that likely represents his search for the 'Be Free' girl

Yunho is in his brother's old room/recording studio while Wooyoung is in the parking garage where his solo dance-battle took place

Hongjoong, of course, is in their shared hideout and San in his room which is already filled with packed boxes - his family's move to another city is imminent

We then get to see Jongho on the burning basketball court and Mingi trapped in a decrepit hallway - likely a reflection of his mental state which must have been worsening since he parted ways with the only people he ever felt fully accepted by

As the song continues, the lyrics become more desperate, speaking of a "you" they're desperately chasing after in their dreams, a "you" they cannot live without because it would mean going back to the way thinks were and they cannot bear the thought of continuing to walk in circles whenever they're awake

The dream around them begins to warp, the classroom floods, their surroundings are set ablaze (sick-ass use of practical effects by the way - it's so stunning)

In order to determine who this "you" is, we only have to look at what we already know: what are they missing that they previously had? Each other. A shared dream of making music and performing. A place to call home where they felt comfortable, loved, and accepted. That's their "you".

As the song then keeps building and the chaos in the dreamworld keeps escalating as a result of their powerful emotions, Hongjoong finds himself confronted with his own body asleep in a bed at the end of the hallway

He sprints toward it and jumps, diving through his own body and the bed into a dark empty space (once again, the visuals in this MV, the camera work - ah, so stunning)

His actions result in everyone waking up back in their own beds

We get some final glimpses of the chaos that had been going on in the dreamscape: the books flying around Yeosang in the practice room, the fire in Seonghwa's room and a familiar shot of Hongjoong in the warehouse which we could already see in the Diary Film

He's surrounded by floating objects, a gravitational anomaly that will later become associated with the travel between realities (for more info on that, you can read on chronologically in the masterlist or go straight to my entry on the Cromer)

The final shot is of Hongjoong alone in the dark empty space.

Now that he's awake, he feels lonely again, without a family

He does not yet know that he'll soon meet a man in a black fedora in his dream and be reunited with his family

#ateez #ateez lore #inception mv #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #fever part 1