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#thank u for looking after us well hongjoong
mazeinthemiroh · 11 months
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hi lovey can i request a reader starts freaking out about ateez members new hair color/ hair cut and how they’d react to it!!! ( can u also use blueberry joong, halazia silver hwa, pink mingi BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A DRASTIC CHANGE, and oreo sannie (his best hair and yes i’m manifesting it comes back for the new cb hehe)
i also never asked this before BUT WHO IS UR ATEEZ BIAS I WANNA SPAM U W VIDEOS AND OR PICS OF THEM LLS AND TY
ateez when their s/o reacts to their new hair colour
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genre: fluff and crack tbh :33
word count: 0.8k
warnings: none
a/n: MY ATEEZ BIAS IS HONGJOONG EEEEEEE AND MY SECOND BIAS IS WOOYOUNGIE <3333 THANKS FOR ASKING. also, just for the record, yes blue hongjoong has taking over my life and yes i cried when i found out he dyed his hair blue again like what was that, i was such an emotional wreck and for what. anyways ENJOY
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hongjoong
"KIM HONGJOONG"
hongjoong thrashed his head around when he heard your loud voice, a grin now plastered on his face.
he laughed before you almost full-on tackled him to the ground due to the force of your hug.
"you didn't tell me you were gonna dye your hair!!"
all hongjoong felt he could do was chuckle, finding your reaction adorable.
"do you like it?" he asked in a shy voice, but the grin on his face showed he already knew the answer.
"you're so sexy i can't believe i'm dating you" you gawked at his electric blue hair and ran your fingers through it as he laughed at your comment.
seonghwa
seonghwa couldn't help but blush, growing a little shy at your overwhelming amount of compliments.
"this might be my favourite hair colour yet!" you said, eyes fixated on the top of his head.
"you said that about the last one," seonghwa replied with a deep chuckle, finding it endearing about how excited you got with his new looks.
"i know but still," you said, sifting your hands through his silver hair in admiration.
"well you better get used to it because in a few months, it'll be gone," seonghwa teased, knowing this would annoy you.
you pouted with wide eyes. "hey don't tease me like that!"
yunho
'i promise you will like it :D'
that was the text yunho had sent to you regarding his new hair colour. of course, he didn't tell you what colour it would be because he's a huge tease and wants to see your first reaction for himself.
so, when you were waiting at home for him to return, you heard the front door open and close.
"y/n?" he called to you as you sprung to your feet, intrigued by what he came home with. and you weren't disappointed!
you let out a squeal as your eyes landed on the mint green hair on your boyfriend's head. he grinned shyly, "it's for our new summer concept."
"i love it!"
yeosang
yeosang couldn't help but feel your intense gaze on him as you stared for what felt like 5 minutes.
"y/n, you're staring," he said without looking up from his book.
"no i'm not."
"yes, you are."
"well can you blame me?" you said defensively.
his recent, freshly dyed hair was all you could think about recently. blond. and it was certainly his colour. you couldn't help but gawk at it.
yeosang looked up before looking back down, smiling shyly after his own gaze met yours. he never realised how much you would like his new hair colour until now.
san
"you look so tasty"
san gave you a side eye and a smirk at your comment. chin in your hands, you sat and admired your boyfriend's new hair colour. it was your favourite one yet, if that was even possible.
"you're crazy, you know that?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your leg before focusing his attention back on his phone.
"ow!" he exclaimed when he felt you bite him on the shoulder. "what was that for?"
"don't blame me, it's your oreo hair." you teased and shrugged, fluttering your eyelashes innocently.
"i can't believe you," san shook his head, but he can't help but smile at the attention you gave him. he couldn't help it.
mingi
"so when you said pink, what shade did you mean"
"huh?"
"you said the next time i dye my hair, i should dye it pink."
you were currently on your way to meet your boyfriend, staying on the phone with him so you could find each other in a busy area of town.
"any shade of pink you want, i guess" you giggled at the randomness of his question.
"will this shade do?"
in the distance, your boyfriend stood out like a pink flower against the greyness of the world. he had a beaming grin on his face and he watched you gasp and run towards him.
"it's perfect!" you say, jumping into his arms.
wooyoung
wooyoung would giggle uncontrollably as you continued to watch his halazia fancam.
"i mean it's just so red" you kept saying out loud, eyes focused on the screen before you.
"you know you don't have to keep watching that when you have me right here," he whined as he nudged you, starting to want more of your attention.
when you didn't acknowledge him, he snatched the device from your hands and turn it off.
"see, you have me now, in real life, with my new hair" he beamed and you rolled your eyes at his childishness.
"you better dance for me then, tomato boy" you teased, snorting as you watched his jaw drop.
"the audacity!"
jongho
your dramatic reaction to jongho's new hair colour was not shocking.
considering he only ever had black or different variations of brown hair, no one could blame you for completely freaking out when he rocked up with RED.
red. hair. who would've thought?
"did you change your lockscreen to me?" jongho asked as he chuckled, looking at your phone.
"and my homescreen. and i have a photocard too," you proudly showed off the photocard of your boyfriend with red hair.
"such a dork" he rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but be flattered by your support.
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lvrsmg · 11 months
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something there pt. 4
minors do not interact! 18+ only!
pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified but reader is presumed to have a vagina)
part one: here!
part two: here!
part three: here!
theme: smut! crack for a second if you squint, fluff? a less angst in this
word count: 5.5k
cw: SMUT!! no specific terms are used but description of oral (reader receiving) is describe with a vagina, use of pet names (baby), praise, soft sex!, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!) but reader is on hearth control, mingi being soft dom (ish), i think swearing (let me know if i missed anything!)
lowercase intended!
a/n: so so so sorry for the late update: this is kinda rushed so i'll def me going back in and editing later this week! part 5 is coming but it might take some time! school has been eating me up : but please enjoy!!! as always, feedback & comments are always appreciated !!
enjoy 🩵🩵 !!
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white. bright white, blinding lights that pierced through the thin skin of your eyelids, your throat emitting a small groan at the light.
you lifted your arm, bringing it up to shield your eyes, rubbing between your brows. 
your arm felt like it weighed a ton, another groan coming from you.
but the light suddenly disappeared, shadow casting over your face.
you let your arm fall, blinking your rested eyes open and looking at the cause of the shadow.
a man with soft cheeks and smiling eyes beamed down at you. the black haired man resembled a puppy, looking far too happy.
“hi!” he chirped, still shielding the light, “i’m yunho!”
you nodded, slowly propping yourself up on your arms, which shook under your weight.
“woah- hey, alright!” the man, yunho, was quick to help you, adjusting your pillow as well, leading you up and back to rest against the headrest of the bed.
“where am i?” you quite literally croaked, clearing your throat and rubbing your eyes- which had finally adjusted to the light of the room.
“in the hospital wing, at the compound.” yunho had walked off now, rustling over at the counters.
“you’ve been out for two days now.” you blinked after he told you, rubbing your eyes again.
when you looked at him again, he handed you a glass of orange juice, as well as three pills.
you took them, looking at him in suspicion.
“they'll pick you up.” he assured, to which you shrugged, tossing the pills back and chasing them with the juice.
“you’ll need a week or so more to fully heal, but you’re good to walk around.” you watched yunho send a text, making himself comfortable by sitting on the bed beside you.
“oh. okay, thanks. is- is hongjoong upset?” you voice was small.
yunho looked at you, and smiled. he shook his head.
“you did a good job, we got the file! he just wants you to heal, alright?” yunho patted your shoulder.
you nodded hesitantly.
rather suddenly, the wing doors shot open, a dirty-looking mingi running in.
he ran up to your bed, panting, stopping further than you hoped.
“hey,” he spoke through heavy breaths.
he was beyond happy to see that you were okay- that you were alive. he hadn’t slept, and you could see that from the bags under his eyes. 
your heart clenched as you took in the state of him.
his face was coated in what looked like a mix of ash and dirt, a cut across his left cheek bone was bleeding, his hair and clothes in a similar state of disheveledness- he had clearly just returned from a mission.  
his eyes were glossed over, lips parted and glossy and letting out heavy huffs.
“hi,” you finally said, meeting his eyes.
yunho glanced between you two.
“ar- i’m glad you- you’re up.” he finally came to his senses, nodding. “hongjoong said good job for the mission. you did good.”
you nodded, and now you were the speechless one.
“why- why’re you going on missions already? i was only out for two days.” you looked away from his eyes, taking in- again- the state of his clothes.
maybe you were just making conversation, but mingi still basked in the way that you were almost worrying about him.
“oh, hongjoong just- the- it was an emergency mission.” he watched you watch him, not wanting to look away.
“oh.” you said, “just be- you should be careful, i don’t want you to- or, i mean, i think a lot of people don’t want you to get hurt, or something..” you stuttered helplessly, and mingi almost smiled.
his heart thumped loud in his ears. did you care about him, or was he delusional?
“this is hard to watch.” yunho muttered, making both you and mingi look at him.
“i’m heading out.. mingi, show y/n to a room. i’ll let you sort whatever this is out.” the older man shook his head, leaving the wing.
you and mingi wanted yunho leave. and then, as expected, silence.
you didn’t look at him again, but he looked at you.
he always looked at you.
“uh, you can take any room you want really, um, unless it’s on the 3rd floor, those are all taken.” mingi informed you.
you nodded, looking at your hands in your lap.
“you’ll be alone here, for the most part, the guys and i are all going out for targets most days, but i’ll- we’ll stop by when we can.” he adjusted his vest.
again, you nodded, no other words exchanged.
“i’m glad you’re okay.” he spoke so fast, you barely understood him. but he was out of the door before you could ask him anything further.
‘he’s glad i’m okay.’ you thought to yourself, fighting a huge smile.
mingi, on the other side of the door, bit his lip, trying to contain the equally huge smile gracing his lips.
“mingi, we’re heading out.” hongjoong’s voice scratched into his earpiece, and mingi shook himself out of his schoolboy mindset.
pressing down on the tech, he answered, “coming,” and jogged away.
not long after mingi had gone, you heard the muffled noise of a helicopter taking off, leaving you and your thoughts.
you only got out of bed a few minutes later, venturing around the compound, which was smaller than you thought, considering it had a whole hospital wing.
either way, it was a lovely house. lots of food, a cinema room, and you found yourself comfortable in one of the rooms on the second floor.
you couldn’t help but notice the slight mess around the compound, and decided to busy yourself cleaning that.
and did you ever clean.
originally a one-day plan, the project stretched over three days.
it was never terribly messy to begin with, but you cleaned as if it was, and left the compound literally spotless.
spotless as in under the couch, in the fridge, every sill, edge, crook and cranny that was around the house, leaving no place untouched. you cleaned all 4 guest rooms, all 6 bathrooms, the pool, you mowed the lawn and clipped the hedges. you even cleaned on top of the fridge.
it was the same routine everyday: wake up, eat frosted flakes and an apple, clean, order in lunch, clean, order in dinner, clean, eat ice cream, fall asleep in the cinema room. repeat.
you didn't sleep in the room assigned to you- it smelt too new, it felt cold and unwelcoming. like a hospital room.
so you opted instead to fall asleep to the smell of popcorn and the quiet buzz of a marvel movie.
on the third day, you conquered the bedrooms.
you did feel invasive, so you made sure to do a general clean, not touch anything personal or go into any drawers. each room had a nametag on the door, which you found adorable, and helpful.
you left mingi’s room for last, not really sure why you did, it was just instinct.
you pushed the door open, immediately being hit with the smell of his cologne. your muscles tensed, but not in a bad way. you made your way in, looking around his abode.
his bed was unkempt, a dark blue polka-dotted duvet thrown messily over the mattress wrapped in oddly plaid sheets, matched with floral pillows. you laughed a bit, wondering what was up with his strange choice of bedding, but shook your head, and collected laundry to clean.
you noticed the way his clothes were strewn everywhere, his floor had more clothes than his closet and dresser. 
the walls were not decorated much, apart from some shelves with a couple books and plants, which you assumed were fake. you pulled open the long curtains from the window, light finally filling the room. along the window sill you noticed pictures of him and another boy who looked older than him.
‘a brother,’ you assumed, smiling.
the other pictures were one of him with his mom, another with the whole group, and you only recognized yunho and hongjoong, studying the faces of the others as well. you finally put the pictures down, feeling pleased to know that he did have some personality to him after all.
and, against your better judgment, you put the laundry basket down, deciding to look around a bit more.
you inspected all of his clothes, noticing they weren’t plain, boring clothes like you expected, but nice pieces.
he had a genuine sense of style- a smile fought its way onto your lips, making you hold up and look closer at his clothes.
if you had to raid anyone's closet, it would be his.
shaking your head, you tossed the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, jogging out of the room and to the laundry room.
it was strange, the odd connection you felt to his room. the weird magnetism  you felt pull you to his room, tempted to stay in there, taking in his comforting smell.
‘ew. creepy, y/n.’ you shuddered at your own thoughts.
after running the cycles of clothes, you walked back to mingi’s room reluctantly, picking up trash, cleaning the window and mirror he had hung up. you replaced the mismatched sheets with coordinated blue ones, which were all varying shades of the color.
eventually, his room was clean but still homey, and you slipped out to finish the laundry.
thankfully, you had kept all the clothes separated, so you knew which clothes belonged in which room.
and again, after folding and returning the clothes to the right rooms, you left mingi’s room for last.
for a reason you couldn’t explain, you spent longer in his room, putting his clothes away with more care, hanging up his hoodies with a gentleness, making sure his shirts had no creases.
when you were done, you sat back on his bed, admiring your work.
the whole compound was finally clean, no dirtiness left in sight.
except you.
you had slightly forgotten to change out of the shirt and sweats you woke up in (you weren’t sure who changed you, but you ignored the fact for that moment), and you were filthy.
the final challenge was to clean yourself off.
you made your way down to the first floor, stopping by the hospital wing to grab a new bandage for your wound, and then to your room, where you stripped down in the openness of your own room, knowing no one else was home, and walking into the washroom, stepping into the shower.
managing to find a razor, face cleanser, body wash, and everything you might need for a shower, you stepped into the hot water.
you gave yourself an everything shower, shaving yourself down, scrubbing every joint and inch of your skin, deeply washing your hair, conditioning thoroughly, the whole ordeal.
you were careful around your wound, which had a waterproof bandage on it. you planned to clean and change that
when you finally stepped out, you felt cleaner than ever, patting yourself down and massaging lotion into your skin. you carefully peeled off the bandage on your abdomen, wincing at the wound, which was definitely healing, and very carefully cleaned over it with iodine and alcohol, placing the new bandaid securely over it.
tying your hair back, you finished smoothing lotion over the expanse of your skin, tapping yourself dry with the towel and securing it over yourself to stay concealed.
but then it hit you- you had no new clothes.
with a frown, you ventured out of your room in only your towel, padding upstairs, leaving wet footprints behind you.
it wouldn’t hurt to borrow mingi’s clothes, right?
right.
besides, he wasn’t here.
he wouldn’t know.
it would be washed and put away by the time he returned- whenever that might be.
so, that being said, you confidently sauntered into his room, pulling his closet open and shuffling around for some basketball shorts and a hoodie, which you found.
you smiled a little- this felt natural. going through his clothes to find something to wear instead of wearing your own clothes.
your smile grew at your delusions, imagining him getting all pouty and upset about you taking his clothes, but he would secretly love the way they hung off your frame, and preferred to see them on you than him.
your smile fell.
what the hell were you thinking?
you shook your head, covering your face.
“don’t be stupid, y/n.” you muttered.
you let your towel fall, pulling on mingi’s large clothes, adjusting the waist band of the shorts, and pulling the hoodie up over your head.
you let out a sigh, feeling finally clean and accomplished.
your next plan was to return to your room, or the cinema room.
…but did you really have to?
mingi’s bed was right there.
you slinked your way over, sitting on the clean, soft sheets.
and his room smelled just like him.
you slowly lifted the covers, slipping under them.
and it would be back for your back if you fell asleep half-sitting again, right?
tugging the covers up to your nose, you let out a yawn.
he wouldn’t mind- let alone know.
eyes becoming heavy, you blinked slowly, shuffling to get comfy.
this was good. this felt comfy. this felt like mingi.
another yawn broke across your face, your eyes staying shut.
he wouldn’t know. it’s fine.
before realizing, you had drifted into a deep sleep, your breaths slowing and your body relaxing after 3 days of hard work.
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you woke up in the same bed, a smile gently gracing your lips. the smell was nice. the smell of mingi.
a slight groan fell from your lips as you stretched, rubbing your eyes before opening them, lifting your head a bit, ensuring you were still in mingi’s room.
you were, indeed.
and nothing had changed. the cleanliness, the soft touch of the duvet, the feel of mingi’s clothes on your form.
you sat up, stretching your arms up again.
you glanced out of the open windows, which were uncovered by curtains, and saw the moon high in the sky, rain falling heavy and hard against the window- you had slept longer than intended.
but the sound of the rain was nice. just perfect silence. 
complete solitude.
and then you saw it.
despite your vision being blurry with sleep, you saw it.
a person, coming into the room.
feeling against the wall and flicking on the light.
you screamed bloody murder.
the person let out a yelp.
you sprung out of bed, grabbing the nearest object- an alarm clock, in this case, and chucking it at the person with no hesitation, who caught it.
“get out! you- you’re trespassing!” you were quite disoriented, fumbling to grab anything to throw at the person, which included a fake succulent, two pillows and a book.
it was embarrassing to see a (newbie trainee) assassin act this way.
you sprung the closet open, fumbling around for something to throw at the intruder, eventually finding a belt.
you raised your hand before you turned, but when you did, your wrist was caught in action.
“y/n.” the person spoke in an alarmingly deep voice.
an oddly familiar deep voice, at that.
“wh- huh?” you blinked, rubbing your eyes again.
after squinting and adjusting to the light, the person- a man- came into clear view.
“oh.” you said.
“yeah,” said mingi, “oh.”
you looked at him for a few seconds longer before yanking your arm out of his grip, standing upright again.
“what’re you doing here? you can’t just appear like that. it’s creepy.” you cleared your throat, putting the belt down.
“what am i doing in my room..?” mingi glanced around a bit, ensuring that it was, in fact, his room.
you opened your mouth, gaping like a fish, but no words came from you.
mingi shook his head, taking in your frame, eyeing you up and down. 
a smirk crossed his lips.
“wearing my clothes ‘n everything, look at you.” his tone made heat rush to your cheeks, avoiding his eyeline and crossing your arms as if trying to hide the hoodie.
“i didn’t have any clothes.” came your muttered explanation.
mingi nodded as if understanding, a smirk working its way onto his lips.
“ah,” he nodded again, “you got comfortable real fast, hm?” 
you didn’t reply, staring at the ground with furrowed brows, scoffing a bit.
“hey,” his voice was suddenly serious, and his index and middle finger were tipping your head up before you could even register it. “i don’t mind it. ‘s cute.” 
your mouth fell a bit open at the gesture.
“w- i- i’m-” you helplessly stuttered, the tiny touch of his fingers on your chin had sent you feeling.
you quickly pushed them away.
“i- i cleaned the whole place. i think i have rights to- to wear what i want.” you finally managed, stepping around the tall man, picking up the things you threw and putting them back in their respective places. 
mingi turned to watch you. the way you fit right into his room pulled at his heartstrings, why did you have to look like you belonged there?
you stepped away from the bed, looking at mingi.
“why’re you here, anyways? where are the others?” you took in his oddly casual outfit, he was dressed in big black jeans and a loose leather jacket, and the way he wore his clothes made you giddy for a weird reason.
“they’re still out. they said someone had to stay home with you ‘cause they wont be back for a couple days.” he explained, setting down his duffle bag.
“a couple days? what?” you panicked slightly at the fact, “like, just me and you? alone?”
mingi nodded.
your heart skipped a beat.
was this a curse or a blessing?
why didn’t he seem as bothered as you were? 
why wasn’t he panicking?
“okay well, just don’t- don’t mess up my cleaning.” you ordered, staying safe and at distance at the door.
“this is literally my home.” he mumbled under his breath, removing his leather jacket, leaving himself in a simple black tee, and you cursed yourself for the way your eyes followed the strong build of his arms, and ran across the expanse of his shoulders.
you looked away when he turned back around, suddenly finding the door frame very interesting.
mingi hid his smile.
“i need to go to sleep, so you should go.” he waited for you to leave.
you sighed on the inside. back to the damn hospital looking room.
“i was going anyway. not to sleep, i- i’m going to watch a movie.” you told him as if he cared.
“great. turn off the light on your way out.” he began pulling his shirt off, and you were quick to run out, flicking the light off as you jogged down the hall.
you let out a breath.
so did mingi.
while you made your way down to the cinema room, mingi stared at the place where you had been sleeping as he changed into his boxers, letting a small smile grace his lips.
it was weird.
you slept on the right side of the bed, but mingi’s side was always the left side.
a few minutes passed, both of you so close to each other, but also so far.
the rain carried on, thunder rolling slightly. 
you tensed. so did mingi.
it was easy to ignore the thunder. until it grew, getting louder and angrier with each loud booming clap.
mingi saw the flashes of lighting from his window.
and for some reason, he suddenly hated how empty his bed suddenly felt.
meanwhile, you hated how strongly it smelt of popcorn in the cinema room. you hated how the thunder seemed to shake the room.
you glanced at the empty seat beside you, staring at the red velvet material.
mingi stared at the mattress, where the sheets were ruffled a bit and the right side pillow at a dip in it.
you nibbled a nail.
mingi gnawed his lip.
‘he wouldn’t mind, right?’ you thought.
‘would she think that it’s weird?” he thought.
the thunder crashed louder than before, making you jump.
you stood from the cinema seat, pacing around the platform, really thinking if you should go join him.
mingi stood as well, walking around his, now clean, room. he quickly tugged on a large shirt
you stared at the door.
he stared too.
another clap of thunder, somehow louder than the last.
simultaneously, you both opened the doors of your rooms, mingi to the cinema room, and you to his room.
mingi’s strides were long, no hesitation.
yours mirrored his, you knew what you wanted.
you both met, him at the top of the stairs, and you at the bottom.
you looked up at him, and him down at you.
“i-”
“i’m-”
you both spoke at the same time, both stopping at the same time as well.
silence fell.
“it’s cold, um, in the cinema room.” you explained.
“oh.” said mingi. “is it?”
you nodded.
“do you have an extra blanket?” you asked.
mingi nodded. 
“you should come get it.” he offered.
you nodded, hurrying up the stairs and jogging up to him, standing closer than you really needed to after another boom of thunder shook the compound.
instinctively, you grabbed his arm, holding tight.
mingi looked at your hand around his arm. as did you.
a second passed, and you let go quickly, but didn’t back up.
no words were exchanged before mingi led the way to his room, pushing his door open.
you followed him in, feeling thankful that the light was on.
“uh, the extra blanket, right?” he spoke looking at you.
you went to nod, but the sound of thunder and quick flash lightning interrupted you, making you jump again.
then, a buzz, and the lights turned off.
you grabbed mingi’s hand, and his hand wrapped around yours.
“why don’t you just- let’s just sleep here, okay? both of us.” you could hear the voice, and you nodded before remembering he couldn’t see you.
“yes- yeah. good thinking.” 
mingi led you to his bed, you immediately slid into the right side, and him to the left.
your touches parted for a moment, before you found each other again, like gravity was pulling you together, your hands tangling together as a newfound inclination.\
neither of you spoke, the silence filled with the loud noises of the storm rolling over outside.
“are you scared?”  you whispered after the silence.
“no.” mingi whispered back, lying right through his teeth.
you didn’t answer.
“are you?” mingi inquired.
your hands gripped his a little tighter.
“just a little.” came your response.
silence.
mingi’s free hand snaked around your waist, pulling you close into him, making you both end up chest to chest.
almost naturally, your limbs tangled together comfortably, 
both your hands were holding onto his one, his left hand was resting on your back, his thumb rubbing up and down softly.
“it’s okay, it’s just a storm.” he rested his chin on your head, you inched your face closer into his chest.
“okay.” you whispered.
it was laughable, two deadly assassins tangled together in fear of a simple thunderstorm and a power outage.
neither of you slept, both just waiting for the storm to pass.
but you spoke first.
“mingi?” your voice was a little above a whisper now.
“mm?” he answered. you felt the hum in his chest.
“what did that mean in the hotel? that morning a couple of days ago?” his heart dropped.
he didn’t answer, but he could feel your heart rate increase.
you felt his go up too.
“and on the hood of the car after you got shot?” you pushed further.
“i don’t know,” he swallowed, “what do you want it to mean?”
mingi and your eyes had adjusted to the dark by now, both of you could make out the soft outline of each other's faces.
you looked up at him.
he looked at you.
“i want it to mean something.” you told him.knm 
“something?” he breathed.
“anything.” the words came out as a plea, almost as if you were begging him to confirm he felt what you did- whatever that might be.
and he did.
his head dipped and his soft lips pressed against yours, merging together in perfect harmony, no waiting, no hesitations and no interruptions.
it was and it was real.
it was everything all at once. it was his hand soft on your cheek and both your breaths increasing in speed and heaviness at once.
he lifted his upper body, hovering over you, the duvet and sheets messing up.
your lips didn’t break, not even for air. your hands were all over him, his roaming you.
you ran your hands up his neck, tangling them in his fiery locks, goosebumps rising in the wake of your fingers.
“tell me to stop if you need to stop.” he spoke into the kiss, and you nodded.
“you too.” your breath was heavy.
mingi’s hands lifted his shirt off, your lips breaking, but you latched onto him as soon as you could, sitting upwards.
he helped you out of his hoodie, hands dragging down the expanse of your torso as you tossed the hoodie away.
his lips kissed down along your chest, down to your naval, hand hands gently laying you back down.
“mingi,” you sighed his name, hands tangling back into his hair.
he hummed in response.
his fingers hooked around the waistband of his shorts you were wearing, looking up at you.
“please.” you whined, nodding.
he slipped you out, leaving you open and spread for him- just for him.
“so pretty,” his voice was like a purr, his lips burning against your already hot skin.
the storm was forgotten outside, both of you hyper fixating on each other.
his kisses went from your belly button, down, down, down.
you whined and squirmed, his hands gripping your waist to keep you still.
“stay still for me, y/n.” he was so demanding, so soft but so firm.
you bit your lip, nodding, doing your best.
he pressed a kiss against your clit, finally, and your head rested back from the flowers rising in your tummy from the kiss.
“mingi,” you were out of breath, his name was like a chant, falling from your lips over and over.
the next touch against your core was his tongue, a long and slow drag, your hands tightened in his hair, earning a groan from him, sending vibrations up through you.
your hips threatened to buck up, but one of his hands kept your pelvis held down, the second slipping into your hole, two fingers at once.
your back arched up off the bed in pleasure, a loud moan tumbling from your lips.
his tongue was all over you, in all the right places, inside, around, over, everywhere, and his fingers followed.
“so good, you’re so good for me.” he muttered against you, and you nodded, babbling nonsense, begging for more.
you dared to lift your head and look down at him, and god a new wave of wetness gushed over you at the sight of the man between your thighs.
his nose was slick, the lower half of his face wasn’t visible- buried deep into you. but his eyes, his eyes stared dead into you, not breaking away. dark and unwavering, he absolutely devoured you, watching your eyes roll back and face contort in pleasure.
you sounded as delicious as you tasted, loud, full moans of yours filling the room, whimpers and whines working their way in between every now and then.
“‘m so- ‘m close, mingi, pease- hnng..” you barely managed to warn him, feeling the knot tighten impossibly in your stomach.
“c’mon, baby, for me.” his voice rolled over you, and the knot snapped before you could stop it, a high pitched whine falling from you.
his slick-coated fingers worked their way into your mouth, you greedily sucked your own juices off of him, and he watched, freeing in absolute awe for a long moment.
“so good, aren’t you?” he praised, pulling his fingers away from you, and tugging off his boxers. his hard-on sprung free, long, thick, leaking and so red that it looked painful. his level of self control was impressive.
“n-no,” you whimpered when he pulled off, sitting up fast and reaching for him immediately.
“‘s okay baby, ‘m here. you okay to take me, hm? can you do that?” his tone had you reeling, nodding fast, already ready for him again.
“please, mingi, please.” your eagerness was nothing but a turn on for him, knowing you were just as willing as him was going to make him go feral.
he hovered over you again, kissing you again, and your hand went down to wrap around his length. he shuddered under your touch, arms almost giving out.
“‘s so big, min.” you spoke into the kiss, gently running your hand up and down, running your thumb over the tip.
mingi inhaled sharply, pulling away from the kiss.
“condom- i dont have a condom.” his eyes were filled with only worry, but you pulled him back in quick, engulfing him in another kiss.
“‘m on the pill.” you assured him, and he only kissed you harder.
he lined himself up slowly, his tip poking at your hole, and you clenched around nothing yet.
“go slow.” you leaned your head back as he kissed down your neck, feeling his nod, and he slowly pushed into you.
your mouth fell open in a silent moan, and his brows furrowed in pleasure, a moan coming from him at the tightness of your warmth.
“mingi,” his name was a whimper, and he pushed further in.
“‘m here baby.” he assured, wincing in pleasure at your nails digging into his back, gripping on for dear life.
“a-all the way, please.” you begged, and he complied, pushing into the hilt.
you had never felt so full, ever, and you let your head fall back, a low moan escaping you.
he moved nice and slow at first, keeping his lips connected on you, but his speed and rhythm picked up easily, his hips snapping fast against yours.
you became a babbling mess again, and he listened, loving the way you looked, felt and sound.
you were two sweaty bodies, held close together like your lives depended on it, not daring to let go.
“fu- fuck, baby,” mingi groaned, “god, y/n,”
it was messy but it was real. it was rough but it was meaning filled- it was everything and nothing at once.
mingi felt himself getting closer, the fucked out look on your face didnt make it easier for him to hold on.
“y/n, i-” he interrupted himself with a moan.
you nodded, knowing what he meant.
“m-me too.” 
he sped up, his grip on your waist would definitely bruise, and the scratch marks you left would last just as long as a bruise.
“cum f-for me, baby, c’mon, for m-me.” his hips stuttered.
“‘m there.” you bit your lip hard, head falling back.
your organsms hit you both at the same time, pulsing through both your cores.
his lips met your again, kissing you through it.
mingi slipped out when his lips left yours, almost collapsing on top of you, but managing to move to the side in time.
your fast and heavy breaths were all that sounded for a long time, your body was worn out, and as was his.
but he still stood, shuffling to the washroom, rummaging around in the dark.
you turned to your side, watching him do whatever it was he was doing.
the next minutes were a blur, but mingi came and picked you up, letting you go pee in the bathroom, helping clean you up and get back into his clothes, picking you back up, and placing you on the floor while he changed the sheets..
you watched him do all this, feeling back for not helping, but also enjoying the domesticity of it all.
he finally picked your back up, laying you on the clean sheets and getting in beside you, you on the right side and him on the left.
your eyes were heavier now, and all you felt was him, his skin, and his heartbeat.
“y/n?” you heard his words in his chest.
you hummed in response.
he didn’t answer.
you lifted your head to look at him.
he simply smiled a bit, kissing your forehead.
“nothing. goodnight.” 
you would’ve questioned him, but you were too tired at that moment.
letting yourself curl further into him, and shutting your eyes, you were out like a light before you knew it.
mingi stayed up, a smile permanently staying on his lips.
he didn’t know what it was about you- he barely knew who you really were.
but he knew something was there.
this didn’t happen for no reason.
there was a reason you met.
there was a reason why the universe chose you for him.
and he was going to find out.
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Hello, thanks for your long answer! Btw I didn't think the first chapter of Blacklist was bad or anything (but I understand you might not be happy with it personally), I just wasn't sure if the stories would be my style. I don't always love bad boy stories, so I often drop them, especially if there's smut involved very early on and it makes no sense whatsoever.
I think Seonghwa was an asshole and a little bitch boy initially, but he did come across as genuine at times and in the end was still a flawed human with unresolved issues. I'm glad you gave us an open ending that was still hopeful. I think Y/N and Hwa have a future together, but it won't come easy and it shouldn't, because Y/N needs to trust him fully. The chemistry is there, they can communicate quite well, but Seonghwa needs to earn it. I love a slow burn and I love enemies to lovers, but unless the fic is long and detailed as hell I'm not gonna believe people who truly despised each other are suddenly lovey dovey! So your ending was just right imo. And the fact we had a time jump also makes it better, months have passed yet Seonghwa was still into Y/N and this time for the right reasons, and decided to come back and try again. This is a good sign. But I'm glad Y/N stood her ground. I think they may figure things out together eventually and I think Seonghwa deserves a chance after all, but he needs to put a lot of work into it.
And one more thing, I appreciate that Y/N had flaws as well, Seonghwa did call her out on her behaviour too. It's not like they were on the same level, lol because Hwa fucked up a few times, but I understand that Y/N's attitude was a bit upsetting as well.
no bc i completely understand 😭 i am the biggest anti-smut person ever and will look for any excuse in the world to not write it (and i kind of found one for blacklist lol) but all jokes aside, i am also not a very big fan of smut scenes where i cannot personally see the logic behind it. like what is the dynamic about the two at this point that they'll agree to such an act, y'know. bc the process can indeed be just very quick and dirty, but it is also a very intimate process that has a lot of power in taking the relationship to a new level. which is why i could not give it to seonghwa and y/n at the time or else yall would've gotten a very toxic smut scene (the first time in his car) 😭 which i am embarrassed to say, almost was gunna b the case.
more under the cut again dskdkjsajkdsjasd
but yes to everything you said. if i truly was to rlly develop their relationship fully to something that is more definite as opposed to the more open ending, it would've gone forever 😭 which was why i said at one point, i was afraid this series was gonna b longer than my last one (that is 100k words) but the potential for them is definitely there, tho it gets crazier the more i think about it bc of how different both their worlds are (even im not sure how his parents would feel about y/n) but we not gonna go there. we can just assume it goes well tho, bc my inspiration for hwa's character and the dynamic between him and y/n comes from f4 thailand's thyme and gorya 🥰 and they had a very happy ending.
also def, i tried to make y/n's flaws apparent (like her losing it with sumi and hongjoong and going to seonghwa out of spite) also the retelling of her past, since she was mostly known to just be self righteous and outspoken, but she is also not perfect <3
once again, ty anon, for taking the time to send me this message and share your thoughts, as well as to allow me to share mine 💕 u r not obligated to respond or reply to all of it. just know i appreciate it 🥰 and if there's a chance of u making future reappearances, feel free to give urself an emoji of your choice <3
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rainy-astrology · 2 months
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thank u sm for replying to my ask about hongjoong, hope u are doing well!
do u think certain members are meant to be together? even tho a lot of ships on groups are obviously put on to draw in fans who might ship them do u think theres any genuine relationships between group members or do they see themselves as being coworkers? again i think woosan and seongjoong are quite interesting but idk if its real or not or if delulus just want it to be real.
do u also think kpop is deliberately aiming for younger generations with its constsnt flood of tiktok related junk that it puts out? altho i find myself being fond of a few members of every other group or maybe i like their songs idrc for the latest trendy tiktok things its just gimmick after gimmicks nd i think kpop is profitting so much off younger groups who are more willingly going to get hooked on such trends to promote their groups. theres barely groups my age to follow literally even gidle have been a let down, is that just the members self sabotaging? lately their songs quality seem to be going downhill to the point where if a group releases noise its not remotely interesting enough or i might listen a few times but i dont feel any sort of vibe from it. oh its another thing theyre doing for tiktok to get hooked on another dance yadayadayada do u have any similar thoughts on why so many songs are just badly done auto tuned as heck and generic lyrics that arent inspiring? kpop couldve had so much going for it just to be like ehhh heres more of the samey groups where all members look dress and sound similar.
idk no ones ever really asked me to date so im like ehh whatever to dating atm if i was supposed to be in relationship someone wouldve asked me by now but they havent so i will take that as a means of being single until the day i die or some shit. also maybe my looks or facial expressions just arent pretty or not expressive (i have that glare that the likes of lee know tends to have, might put someone off from approaching me) or im underskilled in a lot of aspects that some ppl may judge me for as being talentless or behind in life, hbu?
Ofc, no prob, I hope you are doing well yourself.
I think it's a mix of both. Some groups have genuine friendships with each other and some groups are simply coworkers. Both are fine. As long as they are mature about differences and treat each other with basic respect and decency (literally the bare minimum), then I don't see the issue at all. Being an idol is just a job after all. If they are able to form a genuine connection with a member or all of them, then that's great.
Do I think certain members are meant to be together? No. I don't think anyone is meant to be together tbh. The idea of fated partners and soulmates is cute, but I don't think exists. It works best in fiction. But I know some people's bonds and compatibilities are so strong that it can feel like they were fated and that's totally fine. It's sweet. Even my best friend and I joke about us being meant to be and being "married". And yes I do agree that some ships are definitely pushed more to the public to draw more attention. Some ships may be close, some ships may not be, and we'll never 100% know as we are not those people. If you want my own thoughts on WooSan and SeongJoong though, I do think they're actually close, just not in the way some delulus try to say lol. WooSan have a matching tattoo (it would be absolutely insane to have something permanent with a person you're not close to lmao) and SeongJoong have expressed deep care to each other several times. Even though astrology isn't everything, it's interesting how SeongJoong's synastry is so harmonious.
Yes most likely, I think kpop has often been targeted towards younger audiences. Especially now with so many young people debuting. The industry is saturated and very competitive, so maybe that's why a lot of songs lately are a bit generic and uninspiring. Its heavy use of TikTok I'm sure is just a way to promote and gain attention since it's one of the biggest social media platforms rn. I can't speak much for gidle as I don't follow them...I don't think it's self sabotage though, it just sounds like you are not vibing with their music anymore. Sounds like you are losing interest with kpop in general and that's ok.
Why do you want to wait for someone to ask you out? Why don't you pursue someone? Maybe it's you who has to make the move - don't wait for it. But only if you care that much lol. I don't think you have be very pretty and expressive to get a date, but looks can def play a part in attracting someone. You don't have to be the prettiest or the best in general really to get someone though.
I'm aro ace with no interest in pursuing romance, so it isn't a concern of mine at all. I also have the same deal of having an angry face unintentionally at times + also quite expressionless and I don't consider my looks to be traditionally pretty (not calling myself ugly, i do think i'm pretty, just not by society's standards), yet I've still had people crush on me somehow 😅 if it's possible for me then it's possible for you lmao.
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pls i typed that ask at like 4am after the show i’m so surprised i got that many details bc half of the show feels like a blackout i literally ??? have videos of wooyoung that i don’t remember taking so when watching those i was like ah. wooyoung bias indeed i love him <3 AND LISTEN I GET WHAT UR SAYING but the loyal lifestyle just. isn’t for me. i’m loyal to atz only (not even) bc hj would k word me for LoOkInG aT oThEr OpPaS but. wooyoung. is a menace. he deserves the slander sometimes /lh
AND ! no one gets me the way san does bc WOOYOUNG’s hair is black when i wanted oreo but san did everything my delusional little brain manifested (aka wear the outfits i wanted him to) like ?? there is no way there won’t be an era of me having san as my bias </3 like listen.. i don’t wanna be delulu and stuff.. even tho i might be a little.. but a while ago i said i wanted san to wear sage green for a layout that i never even made.. n literally the next day he was on the radio or something wearing a green cardigan.. tell me he’s not meant to be my bias u literally can’t
also when i first started stanning atz it was wooyoung who pulled me in !! and weirdly i stayed loyal for a LONG time even when hongruella looked THAT fine during the last tour (literally. saw hongruella in the flesh on my bday. imagine. how did i stay loyal) but i always thought it was a bit weird?? bc i usually gravitate towards the introverts for literally any group/artist (tho i.. only stan atz rn.. oop hongjoong u better jot this down rn i am the most loyal atiny ever/j) so i thought it was a little bit out of order for me to like and stay loyal to THE extroverted social butterfly.. but then my bias line was completed with both infps aka my mbti.. and it suddenly made sense dhsjsh i just ! gravitate towards san a lil now AND ESPECIALLY AFTER THIS CONCERT he’s truly one of my fav comfort ppl like.. he said something and immediately after i was like WRITE THAT DOWN!!! and opened my notes app to write it down LMAO my friend was like wtf are u doing and i was like uh. comfort words??
last thing before i nap… san shyly dancing to cyberpunk for us again during the concert.. take my heart RN sir it’s literally! urs ! and thanks hwa for making that happen i died a lil
anyway i’m good and i hope you’re good as well <3 mwah mwah -san anon
HI !!!!
4am !!!!??$))(# wow you were quite coherent for 4am im also surprised LOL BUT THATS SO FAIR I GET IT ADJKFLASKJF its inevitable to jump around when you're a kpop stan like when 8 lovable men are presented to you .... why have only one bitch when you can have five ! KJLFDKSJAFSLJKDF
PLS THE MANIFESTING AKLDFJSKDFJ i love it i am a huge fan of being delulu i think life is too boring if you dont let yourself have a little joke around every once in a while AND BELIEVING THAT COINCIDENCES ARE MANIFESTATIONS.... IM HERE FOR IT !!!
eheheh i enjoy learning this lore about you san anon... i agree you are very strong for being loyal despite hongruella on your bday like .... thats crazy .... like i got my american ass on an airplane and flew to germany last may to see hongruella in the flesh .... in a completely loyal to yunho way of course ! JAKDJFSDFLJK BUT omg that actually is pretty interesting !!! id say yunho very much falls in line w my usual bias "type" lol but its funny bc that Type is just. the Opposite Of Me. BUT ANYWAYS hehe i get it ! all of them are just so ... <333 and literally why have i never thought of busting the notes app out that's actually so smart oh em gee ....
but ehehe san is so funny like how are we gonna be shy sir !!! after everything !!! hehe i hope your nap was good <3 im quite good ehehe a little bit nervous ........ but overall good hehe anything else exciting going on in your life san anon? hehe mwahhhh
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ATEEZ Theory TidBits Ep 6 - What did TREASURE EP FIN: All to Action contribute to the storyline?
ATEEZ’s fourth album, again, released barely 4 months after the third one, and keeping up the spirit of pumping out those albums.
In this post;
Materials included in the album
Additions to the storyline
Meaning of the album name
Track breakdown
Reactions from the fandom
Important motifs and storyline elements which were added
My perspective on the storytelling (from a screenwriting kid)
Quality of the album
Other important things to note
Conclusions
All to Action was kind of a filler album in the storyline - if the randomness of theories associated with it and ‘WONDERLAND’ tell you anything, it’s that no one had any idea what was going on here. Especially at the time it came out. At the time, we thought it would be the last Treasure album, and that it would end the storyline - the ‘WONDERLAND’ was possibly a reference to how they had reached the Treasure. But, then of course, three months later, ‘ANSWER’ and TREASURE: Epilogue released, and we knew it wasn’t the end...
Full discussion below the line.
Materials included in the album
Only the particularly important things, not the random, daily content that groups put out as part of their... existence. Everything ATEEZ does have some references or relevance to their storyline, but that doesn’t mean that all ATEEZ storyline content is created equal.
Album - physical, with two versions
MVs - WONDERLAND
Dance practice/choreo videos, or other performances, for 'WONDERLAND,’ ‘Sunrise,’ ‘WIN’ 
The regular contents; teasers, reaction videos, vlives and so on.
Logbook roughly 36-37 (this era was literally so short and they were so busy that they only made 2 logbooks before teasers for Answer started coming out)
Additions to the storyline
There were few additions, or at least, not substantial ones. The MV and the album focused on ATEEZ’s inspirations from classic fairy tales and other texts, like Peter Pan and Pirates of the Caribbean, and consolidated a lot of motifs, as well as bringing back the ATEEZ flags. But other than looking cool and consolidating everything we already knew, it didn’t do much, just showed how ATEEZ had got back up again and were determined to continue their journey after the events of ‘WAVE’ and ‘ILLUSION.’ Looking  back, I wonder if ATEEZ and KQ were a bit tired out by this point - they’d promoted almost non-stop for a year and produced a ridiculous amount of content. We had San almost fainting on stage, we had injuries left and right, and the comeback was unable to gain a win, even after the success of One to All.
It was also a bit confusing that the stylists decided to go with the military-uniform concept - it made many people think (Bookish Theories being a prime example) that ATEEZ and HALAteez had merged. This was proven wrong in about every single album that came afterwards. But it was a very good theory and a great analysis of ATEEZ’s costuming, using the information we had at the time.
Meaning of the album name
ATEEZ have regrouped and are now ready again for action - the final push towards their Treasure and the end of the journey.
Track breakdown
End of the Beginning - What it sounds like.
WONDERLAND - Move forward and find the new world.
Dazzling Light - Who are you? Who am I? What does this light mean? Is is good or bad?
Mist - Metafictive. Hongjoong controls the members and laments his own failings.
Precious (Overture) - Very creepy and a big chunk of foreshadowing.
If Without You - The importance of being together, and the cute token filler song on the album.
WIN - Never give up and always keep going. We’ll be the next big thing.
THANK U - Hongjoong 1000% has a probably-platonic-but-maybe-not-crush on Seonghwa. 200k enemies-to-lovers incoming.
Sunrise - Life is hard, but keep going forward.
WITH U - Remember our promise. Remember that we must always be together. Remember.
Beginning of the End - What it sounds like. Leading in nicely to ‘Answer’ and KINGDOM.
Reactions from the fandom
Despite receiving less awards than the previous comeback, this one had a much greater legacy and impact on the fandom. Everyone remembers WONDERLAND, but I don’t know how much of this was due to it’s actual merits, or because it received killer MAMA and Halloween performances which cemented it in the public consciousness of kpop.
I think this was a big boom for ATEEZ and their popularity, and probably the first big boom they had (KINGDOM being the second). It inspired a lot of art, many fandom creations, and other things.
So, despite a lack of awards, and a lack of content compared to the previous comeback, and a ridiculous quantity of injuries, this was an iconic and well-received era. 
It also (along with KINGDOM) showed how much Hongjoong is obsessed with Pirates of the Caribbean.
Important motifs and storyline elements which were added
Wonderland and Neverland imagery
Associations with Pirates of the Caribbean
Not much else, honestly, but, as earlier stated, it consolidated a lot of earlier motifs, like HALAteez being associated with fire, and of ATEEZ’s quest to find the Treasure, the flags, etc
My semi-professional perspective of the storytelling, production and production values, etc
It was very well produced, even if I don’t like the songs on the album as much as other releases. Although I found it lackluster, this was not because of production, but instead because of my personal style. I think it was clearly a filler album, but a filler album was the best thing for the group to release at this time. It did it’s job and it did it well.
Storytelling was, as I said, a little lackluster, but, as always, this is to be expected of a filler section of the storyline. 
So, the TL;DR is that it was a very well executed version of what it was.
Quality of the album
See above - was good for what it was.
Other important things to note
N/A
Conclusions
A very iconic album but didn’t do much for them and was kind of boring in terms of the storyline, especially compared to the previous three. Although, I suppose the storyline gets more boring after they’ve established the major elements of their storyworld.
The combination of ‘iconic’ and ‘boring’ seems paradoxical, but this is honestly what it was.
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divinefireangel · 2 years
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I’m hereeee 🥳 (this ask is so long i’m sorry to everyone who has to scroll past this,, should i start permanently using small font when i’m sending you asks)
truthfully I don’t think I’m managing at all lmao because uni is fucking me over and People are so difficult to deal with, I’m way too negative for this shit but eh, I’ll survive. I have to 😂😂😂
i’m glad i didn’t miss your birthday! i remembered april but i couldn’t remember what date (i tried checking the old asks i sent you but i didn’t see anything lmao) but yaaayy for me being early 😂
also it’s been a year and a month since i started stanning sf9!!! thank you sf9 for letting me find sushie too 🥺 (“find” sounds so ominous; i originally wrote “meet” but that sounds misleading ahjdghgjhhja)
re: the previous ask of mine that you answered—
I’M SO HAPPY TO KNOW YOU ARE ATINY AND BABY MOA, i lowkey listen to txt and svt now, never thought i’d get here because i was just not interested for the longest time but they’re p cool :D
san is FANTASTIC he’s just so adorable. i was watching atz content after a long time on sunday and also today and he made me Very Happy. dunno if i told u already but i’m hongjoong biased 🤩 (ok i saw the end of your answer haha answer geonbaehaja and yesss it’s joong! i might as well be ot8 though because they’re my ult group and i love them all so much – skz is telling me lately that i also ult them but jury’s still out because i refuse to admit things easily)
flappy ducky sush /gives you a smooch you make me very happy too, even if i haven’t been around for months now gjhsghhhjdfghja blame tumblr <//3 i simply forget this hellsite is a thing
i’m late but CONGRATS ON THE SCHOLARSHIP AND GPA!!!!!!!!
how do u feel about skz’s new comeback? i’m shgfjhshjda GODDD i love them so much 🥺 i have so many thoughts but they kinda just leave lmao but i love love loooooooove it! loving all the songs and the mvs too,, i love them all equally and there are seven (7) songs so i’m really not gonna list them l m f a o but i’m especially fond of lonely st. and charmer. i want charmer vid </3 i ALSO WANT THE COMPLETE STORY BEHIND THEIR ODDINARY TRAILER LIKE ?? DUDE? DON’T LEAVE ME HANGING HERE… I WANT TO KNOW WHAT GOES ON… the way felix gets terrified and the way they all behave is so hot i just love it i want 10,000 minutes of it. glorious plot stuff.
sending you all the happy vibes i can scrounge up :D i was finally able to watch the recent skz weekly idol episode and seungminnie was soso cute it gave me life. while i procrastinated on a paper due friday lmao aNYWAY SENDING YOU HAPPY VIBES!!!!~ I HOPE U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
—babytasy
FINALLY I'M ANSWERING YOUR ASK SRY I GOT BUSY BUT THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE TwT
Lmao issokay, I think our convos are too fun to miss 😂
SAME. I hate it here 💀🔪🥲
Well yeah, that's okay tho, cause I was very busy on b'day anyway and you remembered my birth month which makes me happy cause I'm shit at remembering birthdays
Awwnnnn thanks for becoming a fantasy!! Meet sounds good to me XD
Oo I'm a Joong soft stan lmao frankly that man on stage scares me more than my man on stage ifykyk
GLADLY ACCEPTS SMOOCHES OMG
It's ok lol, blame me too, I forgot as well even tho I'm a lil more answerable 💀💀💀💀
Thank youuuu ALSO IT'S BEEN A MONTH SINCE MANIAC
My fav is Waiting For Us cause Kim Seungmin and also that it makes me feel so angsty but in a comforting way idk 😂
It looked very Yandere 👀💀 It was hot I gotta say
THANK YOU BABYYYY 😘😘😘😘
My eternal love and appreciation for you, as always ❤
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hongism · 3 years
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kim hongjoong... ‘i often sit here and listen to songs like this, drawing the day i meet atiny again at dawn’ :( 
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hwanchaesong · 2 years
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Hiii ! Can i request ateez as dads, please? thank u in advance 🤧💘
ATEEZ as dads:
a/n: I already gave their child a gender in this one so here ya go, I hope you like it~ ( ◜‿◝ )♡
Hongjoong:
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ladies and gentlemen, we may now witness the softest hj on earth
when he first held his daughter, all that he can think of is 'love at first sight really does exist'
is always on the house after your childbirth, wanting to look after his family
teaches his daughter how to read and write
in his child's toddler period, you noticed that she always taps furnitures, like making beats
you told hongjoong about this and he is PSYCHED
immediately brought his daughter in his studio, showing her around and telling her stories about music
ofc this is hongjoong we're talking about, he made a lot of songs for his princess
even made a whole ass album dedicated for her
like how his mother did before when he was young, he also dresses her up in pretty clothes
does matching outfits with his daughter and takes photos of it, posting it on social media and boasting how pretty she is
he customizes some of her clothing as well, designs her shoes and makes accessories for her
he might be busy at times but never busy when his child calls for him
always there for important events and occasions, birthdays, first day of school and many more
proud af when his daughter called mint choco a 'toothpaste' right infront of San
even prouder of her when her first word is 'captain' (he repeats that word when he is with his daughter so that she'll learn it faster)
an excellent father, who will always put his child's well being and happiness on the top of his list
"Yes! I am captain, and you are my princess. You really are a smart one, good thing you inherited that from me."
Seonghwa:
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cries like a madman when he first saw his son, bc finally he achieved his dream of having a baby and hongjoong did not make it for him
holds his child carefully, cooing at how adorable his baby is
he is so family-oriented that he gives most of his time taking care of his son
he wants you to rest after all you've gone through, such a sweet man
basically acted like a mother himself
changes the diapers, feeding, waking up at night to calm the crying baby down
spends time with his son a lot, showing him his collection of figurines
his son wants that cool looking robot? let's buy it
oh, he wants to try that flavor of ice cream? let's eat then
now he wants to go to the amusement park? what are you waiting for, let's go
he literally spoils his baby boy, giving him everything he wanted to the point that you have to step in and stop him
is really good at disciplining tho
talks to his son calmly that what he did was wrong, hugging him afterwards after a compliment of 'that's my good boy'
never uses violence because he believes that it is not the right way to scold a child
doesn't raise his voice in front of him as well, not wanting his son to do the same
he wants his son to grow up into a kind yet strong man
there are those times when he pinches his son's cheeks before kissing him afterwards
learned how to bake just to impress his son, and also because he wants to make the birthday cake himself
he loves his son so much that he is willing to drop or give everything in the universe for him
"Always remember that father loves you, okay? I will always be here for you to protect and guide you."
Yunho
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big smile and loving eyes all the way
will literally melt when he saw his baby girl be comfortable in his hold
the type of father to cry when his child cries
very loving, patient, and positive parenting
calls his daughter cute nicknames
'small bear', 'puppy', 'moon pie'
never says his daughter's name when he is scolding her, not wanting to associate her name into bad things
buys things impulsively just because it reminded him of his child
has a lot of hobbies that he shared with his child
teaches her how to play video games, automatically making it their bonding time
cups his daughters face and kisses the crown of her head, saying that it's his way of passing his luck to her
always making sure to accompany his kid while eating, he thinks that it's a great time to converse with her as well
he dances with her a lot of course, showing his moves and her copying it afterwards
also them giggling when she failed but it's fine, Yunho's there to assure her that she did great
he watches videos on youtube, learning different hairstyles and doing it on his daughter
uses adorable clips and ribbons
then later you'll see that his daughter's putting the accessories on his head instead
he also reminds her of how the world goes, wanting her to grow up as a wise person
"It's okay bubs, you always do great. You are amazing, excellent, what more can I say? Appa is and will always be so proud of you."
Yeosang
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tried to remain calm but the giddiness of seeing his child for the first time makes him jump around
he can't hide the awe in his eyes when he saw his baby
it's so tiny and adorable and it also inherited his birthmark!!
you sometimes see him caress the birthmark on his daughter's face while she sleeps, him sporting a fond expression
accompanies his child to school, them walking together as he holds her tiny hand
he leaves messages and notes for his baby to find throughout the day
'If you can open the third drawer on the kitchen, you'll find a piece of candy there'
'did you know that your father is a statue? find it out for yourself then ;) '
he meticulously teaches her the multiplication table
planning to put shame into Wooyoung if his 7 year old daughter can beat him in a multiplication game
orders chicken for his daughter, wanting her to enjoy good food
he teaches his daughter how to stakeboard, showing how it's done and her thinking how cool her father is
also shows her his collection of drones, and her calling it 'electronic flies'
he once dressed up as a prince in his daughter's birthday party
then he kneeled down on knee, asking her for a dance
you were legit crying as you watch them dance in the middle of the room
radiating happiness and sweetness that infect everyone
"Why is my princess so pretty? I really have to do my best to protect you so no one's gonna steal you away from me huh?"
San:
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he is so excited for his child's arrival that he already set the nursery up months before your labor
the years of collecting toys is definitely worth it, finally being able to put them into good use
will definitely name his son 'Taeyang'
bc he is the sun that rises brightly during the darkness, allowing the mountain to display its beauty
this means that San's life will always be full of joy and fortune as long as he has his Taeyang around
he tells his son a lot of stories back when he was younger, boasting about how popular he is
he shows off his kicking skills, his child beaming and now wants to learn taekwondo as well
he dances in front of his child, then you facepalm when one day you saw your supposedly innocent little boy try and do hip thrusts
you are so gonna give your husband a piece of your mind when he wakes up, for now you don't want to disturb his nap and cuddle session with his son
the little bean has this habit of poking his father's dimples, so San tends to smile around his son for it to show
surprises his child a lot, like A LOT
one day he filled your table with foods, wanting to know what his son's favorite
the next day, he brought in tons of clothes, wanting to see what kind of fashion sense his son has
then he brought plane tickets to hawaii, yelling a 'pack your bags, we're going in a vacation!'
he is a literal big ball of energy and impulsiveness
but he does it out of love for his little one, wanting to know more and get closer to him before it's too late
he expresses his feelings in both actions and words, wanting his child to know and feel that he is loved
"I am so lucky to have you as my son, no one can even compare to you. Top-tier baby boy right here!"
Mingi:
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the type of father who doesn't want to hold his own child at first bc he's scared that he might do something stupid like dropping the baby
but when he did, man he can't get enough of it and will get his hands on his child almost 24/7
will coo and talk in tiny everytime he is in his son's vicinity
he is not afraid or embarrassed to do aegyo or do baby talk in front of other people if it means that his child will smile over it
does a lot of goofy things just to see and hear his small bean laugh
the type of father who expresses his gratitude and apologizes straightforwardly to his child
this man will show his son a photo of his abs, proudly stating that he worked hard for it and that is the reason why you can't resist him
now his son wants to hit the gym as well so you can't resist him when he tells you that he wants to eat sweets
encourages his son at all times, telling him that he can do it and it's okay to fail as long as he doesn't give up
his son's achievements are like his own as well
affection is Mingi's middle name and he gets jealous when his baby boy gets too close with his uncles
"I am still favorite right?"
is very attentive to what his son is saying, that is why he remembers everything about his child
keeps a memo of his son's firsts, these notes will serve as a reminder that he was there for his child in every part of his life
he does this sweet routine with his son where they alternatively write in a journal
writing down the things they did today and their wishes in life
he secretly reads his son's wishes and hopes, wanting to grant it
he's no genie, but if it's for his treasure then he'll go out of his way to make everything come true
"You love this right? I am your papa so I am supposed to know what your interests are! Come here and let me hug you now!"
Wooyoung:
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acts like how he is with his little brother but X91836382731117 softer
he thought that kyungmin is the most adorable on earth and now his son slapped him in the face without even knowing it
apologizes bc his baby deserves it
"I'm sorry, don't cry, yes daddy is such an idiot. I take it back, you are the cutest."
man is so in love he feels like his heart is gonna burst
the type of father that is clingy to his child ksks
always picking him up and hugging tightly
kisses his forehead, cheeks, nose
boops his nose and Wooyoung swears that he can die happily when his son giggles at his antics
cooks an unholy amount of food and feeds his baby boy a lot bc he needs to be tall and buff when he grows up
he always asks what his child wants and he will give it to him no matter what
always has this tender look on his face whenever he stares at his son, thinking of how lucky he is that he was given a blessing
he also thinks that he has to borrow the book on how to discipline a stubborn child from him hyungs
you laugh because now he knows how difficult he is to handle
having his own mini-me that literally glares at him when he tells him to stop being messy or playing too much
pillow fights!
really he just lets himself be smacked by a pillow bc his son's award winning smile is worth the pain
very caring tho
everytime his son gets hurt, he's always there, carrying him and patching him up
he teaches his boy to pose in front of the camera
proudly showing you the photos afterwards bc damn, he knows his son is gonna be sexy like him in the future
he feels like he is on top of the world knowing that his pride and joy is just a few meters away from him, happy and healthy
"You are such a natural for this, you should be a model when you grow up, goodness. My baby boy is so handsome and adorable!" *high pitched squealing noises*
Jongho:
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one look at his child and he immediately knew that he'll be a lovesick bear for her
she looks round and soft and he just wants to protect her from the harsh world
sings her a lullaby to make her sleep
it's always been like that, like his daughter knows that it was him singing and immediately calms down in his voice and presence
reads her bedtime stories as well as an alternative
his impersonations make his daughter giggle all the time
he shows off his strength to his child, breaking apples in half *cue his daughter clapping and saying 'again! again!'
does magic shows to entertain her
that orangutan doing opera, yeah, that's his baby girl's favorite thing on earth and you hear that everyday in your home
he teaches her to play and enjoy her time outside rather than spending it on gadgets
she listens well to his father, and now they always play some sports in the backyard
man is so protective like you jokingly told him one time that your daughter is growing really fast and sooner or later he'll find a boyfriend her self
he snapped his head looking at you, from then on, he doesn't let any boy get close to his precious darling
oh? a boy gave his baby girl a candy for valentines? hold up, he'll bring the buffet to her instead
brings his daughter out and letting her explore the world
goes to amusement parks, gardens, malls, beaches
backhugs his daughter then hoisting her up in his shoulder, giving her the prettiest scenery she has ever seen
Jongho wants his daughter to live a satisfying life that she can be proud of when she becomes an adult
"You see that? I want your life to be like that, colorful, bright, and vast. So, papa bear will always do his best for you, my baby bear."
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just about perfect - seonghwa
howdy folks, back with another fic but i’m switching it up on ya! i might start writing regularly for ateez as well so y’all are cool with that right? right.
summary: this is NOT inspired by seonghwa saying he watches nevertheless. why would you even think that.
warnings: not the kind of warning u were expecting but there’s no smut (i know its based off a show abt friends with benefits so that’s why i’m warning u. do not get ur hopes up) a little cussing, a lotta me waxing poetic abt the perfect man park seonghwa. also slight tomfoolery from the teezers
word count: 10.6k
the bookstore just off campus is your current go-to study spot, mostly because the cafe inside has a drink special where you buy one coffee and get a voucher for the new bakery next door. so, let’s just say the past few days you’ve been well caffeinated and well fed. you’re on the way there now, already planning out what your treats are going to be. 
today you were supposed to meet your “study group” after your last class of the day, but it looks like you’re the only one here so far. and you say “study group” loosely, the professor for your music theory elective encouraged everyone to make a study group for the upcoming final and your group of friends chose to work together. there’s been no studying going on, though.
especially not when hongjoong’s new friend seonghwa has been flirting with you literally nonstop. he’s apparently friends with everyone else in your group too. san knows him from an art class they took together last semester, meanwhile wooyoung and yeosang claim they lived on seonghwa’s floor freshman year and he always bought them booze. seonghwa denies it, only because hongjoong would slap him if he admitted to buying alcohol for underage kids. 
tasteful delinquency aside, seonghwa is a fine person. you mean personality fine, not like, fine fine even though san would beg to differ. he knows you’ve developed a thing for seonghwa despite trying not to, and he’s secretly trying to get you two together. 
which is why san suddenly texts you and says he can’t make it, and neither can yeosang or wooyoung. they decided to ditch studying to practice for the final in their dance class instead, so it’ll be just you, seonghwa and hongjoong. and little did you know, hongjoong was trying to do the same thing as san. so we’ll see how this goes. 
“y/n, you can’t do that,” hongjoong warns you, referring to the scale you were trying to fill out. 
“why not?” you ask, looking down at your work and wondering what’s wrong.
“because it’ll sound like shit,” seonghwa replies before sipping his coffee. 
“what he said,” hongjoong agrees, grabbing your paper and erasing some of the notes you had scribbled out. “it should look more like this.”
you glance over at what he’s done on top of your old work and sigh. you took this class because you like music, and you thought learning about how it works would be interesting, but it’s hard. 
“can’t you just do all my work for me?” you plead. at this rate, you don’t think you’ll be able to pass the final. 
“no, i don’t want you dragging me down in this class,” hongjoong replies. “my grades are great.” 
“i hate you.”
“what are you struggling with, y/n?” seonghwa asks as he finally looks up from his laptop. he had been working on an assignment for another class this whole time because he, like hongjoong, is great with music theory. so maybe this study group was a good thing. 
“here, you can switch seats with me,” hongjoong says as he clears the spot next to you on the weathered loveseat. “i’m going to look for a book i should’ve started reading two weeks ago.” 
before you can protest, seonghwa is sliding his laptop across the coffeetable and slides himself into the spot next to you. when he sits you notice your thighs are touching, which is weird because there was plenty of space when hongjoong was here. you don’t know that seonghwa is doing this on purpose, that hongjoon really left so he could flirt with the cute cashier in the cafe to give you and seonghwa some alone time. 
“so,” seonghwa starts once he’s settled. “what are you struggling with?” 
“hmm, all of it?” you reply. your answer makes seonghwa smile, and you like the way his eyes sparkle when he does.
“then i guess we’ll be here a while.”
-
about an hour later, seonghwa has walked you through all the major and minor scales you need to know for the test and you’re starting to understand a little more. you’re still having problems with the back of the study guide where you have to come up with note combinations that can apply to those scales, but you have time to work on that since the final is two weeks out. right now, your brain is fried and you need a break. 
“do you mind if i go get a coffee?” you ask seonghwa, who was in the middle of sending you the minor scale cheat sheet he made. he looks up from his laptop and shakes his head before he speaks.
“i would only mind if i can’t come with you.”
“it’s literally right over there, why do you need to come with me?” you question.
“i think i would just miss you too much,” he pouts, and you roll your eyes. seonghwa shuts his laptop and stands up. “what if i need coffee too?”
“you already had one,” you remind him as you stand.
“yeah,” he nods. “but teaching you is exhausting, so i need another. c’mon.”
he walks ahead of you to the counter, and you’re too busy searching for your wallet to notice he took his jacket off, revealing a sneaky tattoo on the back of his neck. it isn’t until you’re behind him in line that you get a look at the hand drawn star right on the nape of his neck, and you have to refrain from reaching out to trace the lines.
“i didn’t know you had a tattoo,” you decide to say. he turns around and instinctively rubs his hand across the tattoo, smiling at you with those sparkly eyes again.
“yeah, i have a couple,” he replies. “but this one is my favorite.”
“why?”
“because my name means ‘to become a star’, so i like knowing that i have a reminder with me all the time,” he explains.
“nice. it’s really pretty.”
“thanks, so are you.”
“sir?” the barista calls, pulling seonghwa’s attention from you. he steps up to give his order as you stare at the tattoo again, noticing alongside it a couple of freckles that almost make it look like a constellation.
“y/n?” seonghwa’s voice draws you out of your thoughts and you realize he’s finished ordering. “what do you want?”
“oh, i can get it,” you begin, but he cuts you off.
“no, my treat,” he insists, and you sheepishly walk up to the counter to give your order. seonghwa makes a mental note of what you get, and he also snatches the bakery voucher from you before you can put it in your pocket. you make a confused sound and seonghwa laughs. 
“why’d you do that?” you whine.
“you only get to use it if you come with me to the bakery later,” he teases. “say yes or i’m drinking your coffee and getting myself an extra cupcake.”
“fine,” you huff. “but i have an assignment due at midnight, so i can’t stay long.”
“it’s 4pm, that’s not enough time for you to finish it?” he asks while you step out of the way for the next customers.
“i haven’t started yet,” you admit. 
“you like saving things until the last minute, don’t you?”
“what makes you say that?”
“well, it looks like you haven’t been studying music theory at all, and now this,” he shrugs. 
“not everybody can be perfect like you, park seonghwa,” you grumble as the barista places two coffee cups on the bar. you hear seonghwa giggle shortly, and you give him a questioning look.
“so you think i’m perfect?” he smirks.
-
it’s the next day, almost midnight, and you really need spray paint. 
why? well, you’re stressed because you have so much to study for your finals and you don’t know where to start. yes, seonghwa helped yesterday, but he’s not in all your other classes, so you’ve decided you need a break from tearing your hair out over the material you can’t comprehend. the best way to distract yourself from that is to finally paint that dresser you got from a garage sale a few months ago, hence the spray paint. 
thankfully, san is still awake, and he has a car, so you ask him to pick you up for a quick run to the art supply store that’s surprisingly still open. a bonus of going to college in the city, you can get anything almost whenever you need it. 
“thanks for coming to get me,” you tell san as you hop into his car. 
“no problem,” he replies. “i was bored and hongjoong said he needed paint pens so this is a win-win situation. plus, i get to hear about your date with seonghwa yesterday.”
“it was not a date,” you groan, choosing to ignore the suggestive way san is looking at you right now. 
“but you spent the whole afternoon together,” san starts. “he bought you coffee and you went to the bakery together and talked about, like, your favorite colors and stuff. sounds like a date to me.”
“how do you know all that?”
“seonghwa told hongjoong and then hongjoong told me,” he explains as he turns onto the street that’ll take you to the art store. 
“well tell hongjoong that i’m still mad at him for ditching us,” you reply. “and i’m still kinda mad at you and the other two for bailing in the first place.”
“hey, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have had your first date with seonghwa,” san points out.
“it was not a date!” you cry. “we studied most of the time we were together, then he bought my coffee and bullied me into going to the bakery. i couldn’t stay long because i had a paper to write, so we talked about stupid shit until i had to leave.”
“it sounds like the beginning of true love to me,” san sing-songs. 
“stop the car, i’ve decided to walk.”
-
when you get to the store, san separates from you quickly because he sees his friend mingi behind the counter. they’re busy talking while you search the store for the paints, and you’re so busy looking up at the aisle names that you don’t notice you’re about to run into someone. 
“hey-” you start to complain, but you recognize the man you almost bumped into. “oh, seonghwa.”
“y/n,” he smiles at you. “what are you doing out so late?” 
“uh, distracting myself from how small my brain is,” you explain. “what are you doing here?”
“hongjoong needed paint pens,” he says, and you’re about two seconds away from finding san and slapping him. did they really plan this too? 
“why didn’t he come get them?” you ask as you remember what you’re here to find. your eyes scan the aisle behind seonghwa and you spot the paint cans at the end, but he’s in your way.
“i offered,” he says with a shrug.
“you must be a really good friend, then.”
“well you did call me perfect yesterday, so...” he trails off, smirking. you roll your eyes at him but can’t help the blush creeping up your neck. he interrupts his new favorite activity of staring deeply into your eyes (just to fluster you, of course) and he sees that you’re looking past him at the shelves of paint. “you need something down here?” 
“um, yeah, the spray paint,” you reply, awkwardly trying to skirt around him to get into the aisle. he steps aside to let you through, but still follows you as you search for the color you want.
“what are you making?” 
“i’m painting a scuffed up dresser i’ve had for a while, so i want something simple that’ll go with the rest of the things in my room,” you explain as you stop walking and crane your neck to scan the bottles on the top shelf. seonghwa stops behind you and places his hand on the small of your back as he reaches for a can just out of your reach.
“what about this one?” he offers, handing you a can of light blue paint. it’s really pretty, and it’ll stand out with the white furniture you already have, but you really like it.
“oh, that’s perfect!” you say as you take the can from his hands.
“there you go again,” seonghwa teases, and you shoot him a questioning look. he smiles as he responds. “calling me perfect?”
“i said the paint was perfect, weirdo,” you snap. “but thank you for finding this.”
“anytime,” he tells you. “you said your favorite color was blue right?”
“right...” you mumble, thinking back to the conversation you had at the bakery yesterday. “how’d you remember?”
“ugh, i’m hurt!” he exclaims, hand flying to his chest in mock surprise. “i can’t believe you already forgot that it’s my favorite color too.”
“hm, guess i was too distracted by how perfect you are,” you joke. seonghwa laughs at that, a sharp sound that seemed to catch him off guard. he covers his mouth to stifle the sound, but you’re close enough to the cash register now that it draws attention from san and mingi.
“find what you need?” san asks with a shit eating grin.
“hm, just about,” you say as you place the paint on the counter. “couldn’t find a hammer big enough to drop on your head, though.”
“wow, harsh,” san scoffs. “and to think i brought you here out of the goodness of my heart.”
you’re too busy half-bickering with san to notice that seonghwa has paid for your paint and the pens he promised hongjoong. he mumbles something to mingi, who then hands him a piece of paper. he scribbles his number down for you before handing you the can and his number. 
“i gotta go, but i’ll see you later for study group, right?” he confirms. you’re still processing the fact that he keeps buying things for you and you can’t respond in time, so san steps in.
“yeah, y/n will be there,” san assures seonghwa. he nods and shoots you one last smile before he excuses himself and leaves. you’re stuck with san and that stupid grin again. he looks at you and then checks the paper with seonghwa’s number on it. “yep, i think you got what you needed.”
-
even though seonghwa very willingly gave you his number, you’re still afraid to text him. it’s kind of hard to believe that he’s into you the way you’re into him, so you’re fine with just seeing him for study dates. or, uh, not study dates. study gatherings. with just the two of you. because the other guys have bailed, again.
this time, though, you’re not working on music theory. you have an assignemnt due for your ethics class, and you need family and friends to read about your results from this morals test. you wanted san to do it, but he’s currently “chasing a sweet piece of ass,” whatever that means. he’s probably bothering his lab partner that he claims descended from greek gods. you would usually tease him for saying something like that, but it’s a thought you’ve had about seonghwa, so you kept your mouth shut.
anyway, you know you need someone to answer these questions for you, but you can’t bring yourself to ask seonghwa. he kept up his “perfect” demeanor again today, showing up at the bookstore before you so he could get you the coffee you like. you would ask why he keeps doing things like this for you, remembering your favorite color and your coffee order, but you’re afraid he’ll stop if you bring it up. little do you know, every time he learns something new about you, he writes it down in his notes app, keeping a running tab of the things you like.
“y/n?” you hear him ask. his voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you realize you’ve been staring at him this whole time. the smirk you’ve become so familiar with makes another appearance as he gets ready to tease you. “something on your mind?”
“no, i...no,” you stutter. “i’m just thinking.”
“about what?” he questions as he lifts his coffee cup to his lips. you watch the way he slightly pouts them before taking a sip and you have to stop yourself from staring again.
“just this ethics assignment i want to finish,” you explain. “sorry, i didn’t realize i was staring at you.”
“must be an important assignment,” he nods, leaning forward to put his cup back on the table in front of you. you get another glimpse at the star tattoo on his neck as he does. “because i was definitely staring at you too, and you didn’t even notice.”
“oh?” 
“yep,” he confirms. “i was giving you my best puppy dog eyes and everything.”
“puppy dog eyes?” you ask, unsure of what’s coming. “do you need something?”
“eh, not really,” he shrugs. “i’m just worried.”
“why?”
“you never texted me the other night.”
“after the art store?” you ask incredulously. 
“isn’t that when i gave you my number?” he smirks. 
“i didn’t think you wanted me to text you immediately...”
“well, it’s been three days and i still don’t have your number,” he pouts. 
“hold on a second,” you mumble, reaching for your bag. you fumble around in there, searching for the piece of paper with seonghwa’s number on it as he watches you fondly.
“what are you doing?”
“looking for your number,” you reply like it’s obvious. seonghwa laughs a little and places his hand on your arm to stop you. 
“you do know i’m right next to you, and i could just put my number in myself?” he asks, eyes sparkling as he half-smiles at you. you blush, because no, you weren’t thinking about that. you sheepishly hand him your phone and watch as he adds his number and then texts himself. he gives your phone back and replaces it with his own before asking, “what’s your favorite emoji?”
“um, the smiling cowboy?” you offer, not sure why he’s asking. he laughs again, like he did in the art store, but this time it’s harder for him to quiet the breathy giggles coming from his chest.
“why that one?” he asks, typing something quickly.
“it’s funny,” you shrug. “why?”
“needed something cute to put next to your name, but you’re a weirdo, so it’s not as cute as i was imagining,” he explains, showing you the contact card in his phone. your number is saved as “y/n 🥰🤠” and you can’t help but laugh. you look up at seonghwa, warmth in your eyes, and he starts laughing too.
“see?” you giggle. “it is funny.”
“whatever, at least now i have your number.”
-
after exchanging numbers with seonghwa, you’re starting to let yourself believe little by little that he might feel the same way you do. it’s not anything serious, but there’s definitely something there. the texts he sends are always flirtatious, and it has your heart beating faster every time you get a notification, hoping that it’s him. you’re in the middle of studying for your spanish final when you feel your phone vibrate on the bed next to you, and you smile when you see who it’s from.
seonghwa 🥺💫, 6:28pm: are you busy rn?
you, 6:28pm: not really, just studying
seonghwa 🥺💫: can’t be studying too much if you replied that quickly 🥸
you: what do u want
seonghwa 🥺💫: be nice :-(
you: sorry
you: hi seonghwa, how are you? what do you want.
seonghwa 🥺💫: come get dinner with me? 
you: right now?
seonghwa 🥺💫: no, in 30 years. yes right now 
you: but i’m studying ://
seonghwa 🥺💫: liar!
you: fine, when and where?
seonghwa 🥺💫: i’ll pick you up in ten 🤠
“you sure like staying close to campus, huh?” you ask seonghwa as he walks you about a block from your usual hangout and to a little hole in the wall restaurant that looks like it could seat maybe 20 people, uncomfortably. 
“i know what i like,” he responds with a shrug. “speaking of things i like, you look nice.”
“oh, thank you,” you semi-laugh. you’d been close to panic trying to figure out what to wear (because you’re not sure if this is a date) so you went with something simple, but you’re glad seonghwa likes it. not that you wanted to impress him. but you did, a little. anyway, he looks...well, perfect, wearing black ripped jeans and a velvet-y navy shirt. you continually have to stop yourself from reaching out and stroking his arm just to feel the soft fabric (and maybe his muscles). 
“so i take it you’ve never been here before?” he asks as he hands you a menu. you shake your head no in response. you can’t tell if he’s doing it intentionally, but seonghwa leans closer into your side as he explains. “you pick a main entree, but each dish comes with these sides. they say no substitutes, but i know the guy behind the counter so you can ask for more of something else if you don’t like one of them.”
“i might do that,” you say. “i don’t really want dumplings, so could i get extra sweet potatoes?”
“of course,” he nods, noting the way you smile slightly. it makes your eyes light up, and his heart does a little backflip knowing that he’s the reason for it. well, the sweet potatoes probably are, but he’s the one getting the sweet potatoes, so he’s taking that win for himself. once you both confirm what you want, he places his hand on your back and guides you to the counter.
“hey seonghwa!” the tall guy with a lopsided smile behind the register greets. “long time no see. who’s your friend?”
“hey yunho,” seonghwa smiles back. “this is y/n, a vip, so make sure you give us the good stuff.”
“extra sweet potatoes?” yunho laughs. you and seonghwa both nod as yunho continues taking your order, and you find yourself comfortably leaning into seonghwa as you wait for yunho to calculate the price. before seonghwa can even think about taking his wallet out, you’re handing yunho cash for the food, which makes seonghwa sputter.
“what? y/n, i was going to pay,” he whines, and you simply shake your head.
“nope, my turn,” you tell him. “you’ve bought me coffee too many times.”
“but i asked you out! i don’t want you to pay on our first date if i’m the one who brought you here,” he continues to complain.
“so this is a date?” you confirm, right as yunho asks suggestively “oh, this is a date?”
“yunho, give y/n’s money back,” seonghwa says, ignoring the two of you. “i’m paying.”
“yunho, if you give me that money i’ll be forced to leave and stand seonghwa up for our date,” you say, emphasizing the last word. now you’re glad you wore clean pants.
“seonghwa, why don’t you let y/n pay for this, and then you can get the next one?” yunho suggests, sending you a wink before he turns to the kitchen to share your order with the chef. you’re left with a flustered seonghwa, which is a sight you’re not used to, and it makes you laugh.
“c’mon,” you say as you pull on his arm. “let’s go find a table.”
you’re the only ones in the restaurant, so the food comes out pretty quick, and you have to stifle a laugh when you see that someone has arranged the sweet potatoes on a separate plate in the shape of a heart. seonghwa blushes at this, and you’re taken aback by how shy he’s suddenly become.
for some reason, seonghwa showing signs of nervousness puts you at ease, and you lead the conversation to something stupid san told you about the boys and their shenanigans at their dorm. the story has seonghwa laughing, and he confirms that yes, yeosang does have a sword by the tv, and yes, hongjoong did threaten to use it on him after he lost an intense match of fifa. 
“in hongjoong’s defense,” seonghwa begins, “i do think yeosang cheated. wooyoung was definitely helping him.”
“it still sounds ridiculous,” you tell him. “why does anybody need a sword?”
“yeosang is just...yeosang,” seonghwa replies. “he’s weird but he won’t admit that to anyone.”
“i’m just saying, if i went to someone’s house and there was a katana by the tv, i’d haul my ass outta there.” seonghwa giggles at how serious you look, but this conversation reminds him...
“you never showed me your room,” he says bluntly. you pause for a moment, spoon halfway to your mouth, and seonghwa realizes how that must sound. “i mean, the paint, your dresser. you never showed me a picture once you fixed it up.”
“oh,” you breathe out. “let me grab my phone, i can show you.”
“show him what?” a familiar voice suddenly asks from the seat next to you. when you notice that san, and some of your other friends, have snuck their way into the restaurant, you have to keep yourself from groaning.
“why are you here.”
“i’m hungry,” san replies, then turns to seonghwa. “you didn’t tell us you were getting dinner.”
“i didn’t want to,” seonghwa deadpans. “ i wanted it to be just me and y/n.”
“too late for that, pal,” honjoong says as he slides into the seat across from you. “hi y/n.”
“hey hongjoong,” you grumble. “please tell me you’re getting your food to go.”
“we were, but then we saw our good friends eating all by themselves and thought we should join them,” hongjoong teases. by now, the rest of the boys have sat down around you, some at other tables, and one of them you don’t recognize. that must be jongho, their younger “roommate” who technically lives in first year housing but doesn’t get along with the other guy in his room. you’ve heard seonghwa complain that jongho eats all of his snacks. 
“well, i hope you enjoy your food, but seonghwa and i were just about to leave,” you lie, looking at seonghwa with a stare that pleads ‘please go along with this.’
“where are you going?” wooyoung asks, one table over.
“my apartment,” you respond quickly, standing up as seonghwa follows your cue with a stupidly adorable look on his face.
“oh, perfect!” san chirps. “we’ll come with you!”
so much for your date with seonghwa. it was hard to stop the boys from insisting they all join you at your apartment, especially after yunho said his shift was over and he could really use some destressing. and by destressing he meant booze, so you currently have 8 tipsy boys scattered across your living room. if you thought they were loud before...it’s amazing that your neighbors haven’t complained yet. 
it started off innocent enough, you were just playing card games at first and the loser of each round had to drink. then it turned into never have i ever, and each time you put a finger down you had to drink. then yeosang suggested shots, and it really went downhill from there. san tried convincing everyone to play a round of spin the bottle just for the chance of making you and seonghwa kiss, but mingi and wooyoung were the only ones down, so majority ruled there. 
“san, stop pouting,” you laugh, noticing that he’s upset over his evil plan not working out.
“it’s fine,” he lies, duck lips on full display. 
“spin the bottle is such a tween-y game too,” jongho pipes in. “and we’re adults, so it would be kinda stupid to play it anyway.”
“says the baby of the group,” yeosang scoffs. 
“what about truth or dare?” hongjoong suggests. “still immature, but we can make it fun.”
“yes!” san shouts, suddenly back in a positive mood. 
“i’ll start,” mingi volunteers. he takes a deep breath as he looks around the room, eyes narrowing when he looks at you and seonghwa. you’re currently smushed into your armchair together, not really by choice, because the couch is completely full and neither of you wanted to sit on the floor (you know how dirty it is, and seonghwa has a bad hip). thankfully, mingi has mercy on you and directs his gaze to his best friend. “yunho, truth or dare?”
“truth,” yunho slurs out. you’d say he’s the opposite of stressed by now.
“did you sleep with that girl you met at the party last week?”
“no,” yunho replies quickly, cheeks turning a knowing shade of red. “i just walked her home.”
“and went missing until the next morning?” yeosang asks. he gets a few snickers, and you laugh a little too because you remember san and wooyoung talking about their friend who disappeared for a few hours last weekend.
“whatever,” yunho groans. “yeosang. truth or dare.”
“dare,” yeosang chooses confidently. 
“kiss wooyoung on the cheek.”
“no,” he replies, just as confidently. 
“then take another shot,” yunho concedes, waving his hand at the stubborn boy. wooyoung mumbles something about how kissable he is as yeosang downs what looks like more than just a regular shot.
“this is boring,” jongho whines, which makes him the next target. he chooses dare, and you have to detach yourself from seonghwa so you can go into your kitchen and find the lemon juice in your fridge so jongho can chug what’s left. he’s sputtering after a few sips and gives up, grumbling up to you, “ i hate you for that.”
“hey, it wasn’t my dare,” you defend yourself. “you owe me lemon juice.”
“i’ll give it to you if you choose dare,” jongho challenges. you roll your eyes and take the bait, earning a round of ooo’s from the boys around you. 
“make her kiss seonghwa,” someone hisses.
“or me!” wooyoung chirps. jongho looks over at him with a death glare, and wooyoung shrugs. “i just want someone to want to kiss me.”
“i think you’re cut off,” hongjoong says as he leans across your coffee table to move the bottle away from wooyoung.
“everyone be quiet!” san shouts. “jongho has to give y/n a dare.”
“hmmm,” jongho starts, tapping his finger on his chin. “what should i do?”
“for someone who said this was boring, you’re really milking this,” seonghwa says under his breath. you’re perched on the arm of the chair, close enough to hear him, but thankfully no one else does.
“what’s that other childish game called?” jongho wonders aloud. “seven minutes in heaven? i think you should do that with seonghwa.”
“do i have to?” you pout, and your reluctance makes seonghwa stiffen. he thinks you said that because you’re uncomfortable, and not because you don’t want the boys pressing their ear up to the door while the two of you make out.
“rules are rules,” hongjoong concludes, nodding his head toward your room. “go have fun. i’ll keep the kids from bothering you.”
you look to seonghwa, who isn’t looking directly at you. you tentatively take his hand, giving it a squeeze before you stand up and lead him to your room. there are so many catcalls, whistles and cheers coming from your friends that you barely hear san say “take your time! it doesn’t have to be just seven minutes!”
once you get to your room, you let seonghwa go in first and then you lock the door behind you. he quirks an eyebrow at that, and you shrug shyly. 
“don’t want one of them bursting in,” you explain. seonghwa nods, and you both fall silent. it’s not necessarily awkward, just tense. you both want to do what seven minutes in heaven is meant for, but you’re not gonna make the first move and seonghwa still isn’t sure you even want to be in this situation. so he takes this time to turn around and take your room in, pointing to your dresser.
“is this it?” he asks. you hum out a yes in response, and he runs his hand over the freshly painted wood. “it looks nice. whoever picked out the color sure knows what he’s doing.”
“eh, he’s just lucky,” you joke, and you both laugh. you move to stand next to him and place your hand on top of his. “sorry we couldn’t finish our date.” 
“sorry my friends are so annoying,” seonghwa adds. 
“sorry san pushed me into your lap earlier,” you continue, and seonghwa smirks.
“well, i didn’t mind that,” he says. “i wanted you to sit with me, but i didn’t want to draw attention.”
“oh,” you squeak, feeling a blush on its way to your cheeks. a heavy silence falls over you, and seonghwa is the first to break it.
“listen, if you don’t want to kiss me, that’s cool,” he begins. “i kinda got the vibe earlier that you didn’t want to do this, and that’s cool. if you don’t want to do this we’re still cool.”
“you don’t sound very cool about it,” you chuckle, and seonghwa’s face flushes. “but i was only nervous because i didn’t know if you wanted to kiss me.”
“oh i want to kiss you,” he says firmly. “have for a while.”
“why don’t you do it then?” you challenge. seonghwa takes a step closer to you, and before you know it he’s pinned you against your dresser. you balance your hands on it and the cool wood helps you ground yourself as your body heats up from having seonghwa so close.
“are you sure?” he asks, only a few inches from your face. you nod and whisper out “i’m sure” and seonghwa quickly cups your face and smothers you in a kiss. it starts off slow, and your face warms at his touch. once you relax into it you move your lips against his, nipping at his bottom lip slightly and earning a groan from the man before you. you take the chance to slip your tongue past his lips as you bring your hands up to the nape of his neck, slowly brushing through his soft hair. his hands find their way to your waist, gripping tightly but not too hard, and he leans in to get as close to you as possible. you keep kissing for a few moments, but eventually you need to breathe so you lightly tap on his neck. he pulls back, breathing heavy, and his smile shines like the most beautiful stars in the sky. “so?”
“so?” you repeat, equally out of breath.
“that was nice.”
“it was.”
“the boys are gonna know we made out.”
“of course they are,” you laugh. “your lips look swollen.”
“so do yours,” he counters. 
“but wasn’t that the whole point of us coming in here?” you ask. your hands have fallen to his chest, and you finally get a chance to smooth out the soft velvet of his shirt. and you notice his chest is very, uh, firm, too.
“we didn’t have to kiss,” he says with a shrug. “we could’ve just talked.”
“about what?” you ask with a smile.
“my keen eye for interior design,” he replies. “how sexy you look in low lighting.”
“so you think i’m sexy?” you tease, and seonghwa rolls his eyes.
“i just had my tongue in your mouth, does that answer your question?”
another silence comes over you both, but this one is lighter than before. you’re subconsciously rubbing your hands over his shirt, and seonghwa brings a hand up to cover yours, stopping it right over his heart.
“we don’t have to tell them,” you offer. “i mean, they kept it a secret from us that they were trying to get us together this whole time.”
“oh no, i was fully aware of that,” seonghwa tells you, and you scoff. “do you think i really wanted to get out past midnight just to buy hongjoong some expensive markers? he never even paid me for them.”
“well now i really don’t want to tell them we kissed,” you whine. “how could everyone be in on this except me?”
“it was more fun that way,” seonghwa teases before pecking your lips. “but we can keep this between us, for now.”
“i think we should,” you say with a nod of finality. “it’s more fun that way.”
“c’mon, let’s go back out there before they send a search party.”
you return to the living room before seonghwa (so he can sneak into the bathroom and fix his hair) and you find most of the boys asleep on the floor. you sigh as your eyes meet hongjoong’s, and he shrugs.
“at least they didn’t bother you,” he says. 
“can you help me find pillows and blankets for them, please?” you ask, and he nods before jumping into action. he throws one of the couch pillows down to yeosang, who takes it and hugs it to his chest. you have a couple extras in your hall closet and you pass them to yunho, who’s sitting up when you come back. he places one under mingi and another under jongho and keeps the last one for himself. san and wooyoung are on the couch, and hongjoong tells you he’s fine with the armchair. seonghwa is out of the bathroom by now, and, like the perfect man he is, he’s carrying blankets in his arms. the three of you work on getting all the boys covered before you realize that seonghwa doesn’t have a place to sleep.
“i can take another spot on the floor,” he assures you. “do you have another pillow i can use?”
“let him sleep in your room, y/n,” san mumbles from underneath wooyoung. you pause and look at seonghwa, who’s looking back at you with something you can’t read in his eyes. 
“it’s not a bad idea,” hongjoong pipes in from somewhere within the blanket cocoon he made for himself. “he was just there. you can put him on the floor.”
“y/n?” seonghwa asks, pulling your attention back to him. “i don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” 
you would try to fight it, so you could hopefully ignore taunts from the boys in the morning, but you’re suddenly really tired and you just want to lay down.
“i’m ok with it if you are,” you yawn. “take the rest of those blankets, we can use those for your bed.”
“make good choices,” honjoong mumbles as seonghwa leads you back to your room, and you hear san going “oooooo” as you close your door a second time tonight. this time you don’t lock it though, and when you turn around you see the blankets on the floor and seonghwa sprawled out on your usual side of the bed, so you tell him.
“well why don’t you come join me then?” he teases with a grin. you blush and shake your head.
“scoot over.”
he does, but only by an inch. he still looks at you with that flirty glint in his eyes, and you can only shake your head again as you crawl into the tiny space next to him. he immediately wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a tight hug, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
“thank you,” he whispers into your back.
“for what?” you reply.
“for not putting me on the floor. and for liking me.”
-
you just woke up from maybe the best night of sleep you’ve ever had. seonghwa’s arms and legs are draped over yours, so you can’t get up without waking him, but having him so close is a welcome source of warmth. your apartment is quiet, and the sun is peacefully filtering into your room through your curtain. it’s the perfect moment, with your perfect boy, until- 
“i think they’re still asleep,” you hear someone whisper from the hallway.
“wooyoung, leave them alone!” another voice hisses. there’s silence for a moment, and then a smack, followed by someone jiggling the doorknob to your room. you quickly untangle yourself from seonghwa before you watch as the door cracks open a bit, revealing wooyoung in all his bed-headed glory. you close your eyes as much as you can while still peeking at who’s sneaking into your room, and you see jongho close behind him. he must’ve been the one who got smacked. or did the smacking. either way, they’re both staring at you and seonghwa in your bed, but you notice wooyoung smile and pause.
“i knew it! they definitely got together last night.”
“how do you know?” jongho asks. “maybe y/n let seonghwa sleep on the bed because of his old man hips.”
“whatever. they’re in the same bed, so that’s at least something,” wooyoung replies. “lame, but still something.”
“what did you expect?” jongho asks incredulously. “you thought we would catch them doing it?”
“i mean, not exactly, but couldn’t i get a little cuddling maybe?”
“you want me to cuddle you hyung?” jongho deadpans.
“yes, actually-”
“hey!” a third voice whisper shouts. you hear footsteps and then you see hongjoong pulling wooyoung out of your room by the neck of his shirt. “leave them alone. and you, jongho, i’m surprised you’re playing along with this.”
“well...” jongho mumbles.
“well what?” hongjoong asks, sounding like the mom-est mom to ever mom.
“they’re the only ones that know how to make breakfast.”
“both of you, out! now!” hongjoong semi-shouts, and you feel seonghwa stirring behind you. hongjoong doesn’t realize you’re both awake and closes the door as he leaves.
“what time is it?” seonghwa grumbles out, and your heart skips a beat hearing how deep his voice is when he wakes up.
“early,” you reply, turning around to be face to face with him. his arms slowly snake around you as you look up at him and share a sleepy smile. “how can you look this good when you first wake up?”
“weird, i wanted to ask you the same thing,” seonghwa replies, leaning in to kiss you but you touch your fingers to his lips and stop him, so he pouts. 
“uh uh, not until i brush my teeth,” you say as you try to get up, but seonghwa’s grip on your waist keeps you down.
“please,” he pouts again, sparkly eyes on full display as he pleads with you. it takes about half a second for you to cave and kiss him quickly, catching him off guard. he shifts to pull you on top of him and deepen the kiss, but he loses his grip on you and you’re able to slip out of bed before he can stop you. a noise comes from deep in his chest that almost sounds like a growl, and you shoot him a glare.
“hey, you got your kiss,” you warn. “now i’m going to make breakfast for the gremlins. do you want to help me?”
-
after the intrusion into your bedroom, wooyoung obviously told the boys what he saw. but, like jongho said, most of them thought it was just because of seonghwa’s hips that made you share a bed with him. there wasn’t enough evidence otherwise, and none of them really expected either of you to make a move despite their efforts. but they’re starting to get suspicious.
little do they know, after the set up fell into place, seonghwa wanted to take you on a real date. the only way to do that without your friends knowing was to sneak around without them, which was kind of fun. it was nice having this bubble with seonghwa, just the two of you, but it was getting harder to avoid your friends. seonghwa lived with them after all, so they pestered him about how often he was out and who he might be out with. 
“san keeps asking if you’re a good kisser. i told him i didn’t know, and then he asked if he could find out for me. should i be concerned about that?”
“we need to be more careful, yeosang said he saw us at the taco place yesterday, and he said we hold hands weird.”
“hongjoong has been saving seats for us at the bookstore, and each time we don’t show up i think he steals something from me.”
you have been ditching study group lately, but that’s more because you need to do some deep studying for your other finals and your friends are too much of a distraction. seonghwa can be distracting too, but at least he can take a hint and back down when you really need to focus. it’s been nice actually, just spending time in his presence. you were so nervous around him just a few weeks ago, and now you feel like you could trust him with just about anything.
today, you don’t get any personal study time, though. your music theory final is coming up and seonghwa wants you to get all the terms memorized before the review session in class tomorrow. he’s motivating you with a kiss for each right answer and the promise of him making dinner once you’re done. you’re currently cruising on five wrong in a row, and you’re getting frustrated. 
“c’mon y/n, you know this,” seonghwa encourages you, but you just whine in response. “we did this like four minutes ago, and i told you the answer so you could remember it.”
“yeah, well i obviously didn’t,” you snap, and seonghwa fakes being hurt. “sorry. can we skip this and come back to it?”
“sure,” he agrees quickly. “but first you need to write down the circle of fifths for me.” 
“i hate you.”
“hm, wrong answer,” he hums. “but kiss anyway. maybe that’ll keep you from getting so grumpy.”
“i am not grumpy,” you defend after kissing him gently. “i’m stressed.”
“you know what you need?”
“hm?”
“you need to go on another date,” he begins. “with me, obviously.”
“damn, i wanted to know if yunho was free,” you tease, and seonghwa doesn’t think it’s funny. “now who’s grumpy?”
“ignoring that,” he scoffs, but you can tell he’s trying not to smile. 
“when would we go? i’m really busy the next few days.”
“what about after class? we could both clean up and do something nice before we get some dinner?” seonghwa suggests. “why don’t we go to that art exhibit you told me about?”
“ugh,” you groan as you learn your head on his shoulder. “that sounds amazing, but we both said we’d be at study group tomorrow, remember? hongjoong practically begged me to be there, and i said i would ask you to come.”
“what about not letting them know we’re a thing?” he pouts. you don’t tell him about the youngest two that saw you all cuddled up, but instead you assure him that you inviting him to study group wouldn’t look unusual to the boys.
“plus, if we both cancel last minute, they’d know for sure we were up to something together,” you continue. “so yes, we need to go on another date, but just not tomorrow.”
“fine,” he mumbles. “now i am grumpy.”
“would something from the cafe make it better, my little boba ball?” you ask in a baby voice.
“ooh, actually, boba sounds good,” seonghwa smiles. “let’s go.”
-
the next day you get to the bookstore late because your professor gave a pop quiz at the end of class and you’ve been so busy studying music theory you forgot to study for anything else, so you needed all the time you could get. when you finally arrive, all of the boys are there, surprisingly. since you’ve never seen yunho, mingi and jongho here before you’re a little confused, but happy to see them nonetheless. 
as you walk up to the usual spot, you notice a coffee cup sitting in front of an empty chair, and you point to it as the boys greet you.
“is this for me?” you ask, placing your bag on the ground before grabbing the warm mug. “thank you, coffee angel.”
“you’re welcome, actual angel,” seonghwa replies, and you almost choke on your first sip. what is he doing?? you’re supposed to be sneaky sneaks and keep your relationship quiet, but here he is flirting with you in front of everyone!
except, that’s what he did before you started dating too, so it’s not out of the ordinary. in fact, no one pays any mind to it, so you’re left with a burnt tongue and blushy cheeks while seonghwa looks at you with a stare that only you would understand. you quickly shoot him a wink before you put your mug down and reach for your notes.
“um, hello? what are you guys doing?” you ask yeosang next to you, who’s rabidly tapping at his phone, just like everyone else. if they weren’t distracted they might have picked up on the vibes between you and seonghwa, but thankfully they’re the oblivious ones now.
“playing a game,” half of them respond, just as hongjoong says “writing lyrics” and jongho mumbles “texting my mom.”
“aren’t we supposed to study?” you ask. “or did you already learn everything in the world while i was gone?”
“well you’ve missed a lot of study sessions, y/n,” san begins. “so yes, we have learned everything. now we just come here to hang out.”
“so then why did you insist on me being here, joong?” you ask newly orange-haired hongjoong. it’s been a while since you’ve seen him, he must’ve dyed it recently. 
“we missed hanging out with you,” he says simply, eyes peeking up from his phone. your heart constricts at this, and you catch seonghwa’s eyes again. you might have to rethink the whole sneaking around thing if they really do miss you.
“yeah, we missed you AND we had to make sure you and seonghwa are still spending time together,” wooyoung adds, wiggling his eyebrows. 
“where have you been anyway?” yeosang asks. “you don’t have other friends.”
“yes i do,” you scoff.”
“give me names and numbers.”
“ignore him,” yunho tells you, and you nod.
“i always do. but i’ve been really stressed about finals, so i had to do some soul searching on my own to decide if i need to graduate or not.”
“seems fair,” mingi agrees. “i almost had to drop a class.”
“because he forgot he was even enrolled in it,” jongho clarifies, and you laugh.
“but seonghwa has been missing a lot lately too,” san starts. “i wonder what he’s been doing.”
“or who,” wooyoung snickers, and hongjoong reaches over mingi to slap him.
“i haven’t been feeling well,” seonghwa says with a shrug. “i’ve mostly been in my room, or at the pharmacy to get medicine.”
“oh, so you could’ve bought new paper towels for the dorm then, huh?” hongjoong asks, and as the two of them start to bicker, yeosang nudges your arm.
“i saw you two,” he says quietly. “at the mexican restaurant.”
“i know,” you whisper back. 
“so i know you’re dating.”
“are you gonna say anything?”
“hmmm, no,” he thinks. “but you have to buy my silence.”
“with coffee?” you offer, and yeosang smiles. he stands up and puts his phone away before speaking, looking directly at seonghwa.
“my best friend y/n is gonna buy me coffee, we’ll be back,” he says as he loops his arm around your shoulders. seonghwa watches as you walk away (and stares at your ass) but he’s mostly thinking about how he’s a little jealous right now. like, he knows you wouldn’t do anything, he trusts you, but he doesn’t want his friends thinking you have a thing for anyone but him. so while you’re gone, he talks.
“i haven’t been sick,” he admits. “i’ve been seeing y/n.”
“we all knew, dude,” hongjoong says casually, and everyone agrees.
“then why didn’t you say anything?!”
“because YOU weren’t saying anything,” jongho replies.
“yeah, we figured that we did enough trying to get the two of you together, so if you didn’t end up dating then that was your fault. we were just waiting on you to make a move,” san explains. 
“then why did you let us lie to you like that?”
“it was fun,” wooyoung shrugs. “by the way, did y/n let you sleep in the bed because of your hips, or because you wanted to cuddle?”
the red tint on seonghwa’s cheeks gives him away, and the boys start laughing and ooo’ing so loud he’s afraid you’ll hear it over by the coffee counter.
“ok, ok, just. keep this quiet for now,” he says. “y/n may still want this to be private.”
“but you just told us about it,” yunho says. “why would you do that if you knew y/n wouldn’t want you to?”
“well,” seonghwa begins. “i need your help with a date.”
-
seemingly by an act of god, you have time this weekend to go on a date with seonghwa. little did you know, he’s the reason your plans suddenly freed up. san said you could critique him and wooyoung for their dance final another day, hongjoong said he would send you his music theory notes from the review and save you hours of studying and then yeosang found the exact spanish book you needed to finish your performance final ahead of time. it was the perfect circumstances, orchestrated by your perfect boy and his perfect-adjacent friends, who all agreed to help him with this (hopefully) perfect date. 
it starts with seonghwa picking you up from your apartment, coffee in hand. 
“you’re the man of my dreams, you know that?” you say in passing as you grab the warm to-go cup. even if you were only saying it lightly, it made seonghwa’s heart soar. you notice he hasn’t said anything to you, so you meet his eyes to find them full of stars like always, but this time there’s something scheme-y in there. he’s up to something.
“are you ready for the best date of your life?” he asks with a smile that puts the stars in his eyes to shame.
“yes, i think,” you respond, grabbing your keys and locking your door. “but i don’t know what we’re doing.”
“and it will stay that way until we get there,” seonghwa says firmly as he laces his hand into yours. you squeeze his hand and sigh.
“i guess i just have to trust you then.”
“but that won’t be hard right?”
“wait, didn’t you say something earlier about going to that art exhibit? is that it?” you question, even though you know he won’t budge. seonghwa just shakes his head no and punches the button for the elevator. a moment of silence passes before you guess again. “a movie? you rented out a movie theater, like you said you wanted to?”
“i tried, but it was expensive,” he admits and you have to laugh. “funds are tight right now.”
“i watched you buy a couple hundred dollars worth of legos the other day babe. maybe that’s why the date fund is lacking.”
“you’re not coming between me and my collectables, y/n,” seonghwa scolds. the elevator pings to open to the parking garage under your building, and you’re confused for a moment before he explains. “i want this to be a nice date, so yunho let me borrow his car. it would be no fun if we show up all sweaty because we were walking.”
yunho’s car, which is actually pretty nice thanks to all the tips he gets from flirting with clientele, is parked by the elevator. seonghwa leads you to your door and opens it for you, revealing a basket of flowers and candies in the seat. you coo as you pick it up, and seonghwa looks on proudly. you lean over to give him a kiss, and you whisper your thanks as you pull away.
“that was mingi’s idea,” seonghwa tells you, smiling brightly “i got all your favorites.”
“i see that.”
“but look around the flowers,” he guides you. “there’s something else.”
you hold the basket up to eye level, noticing the silver sparkle around the stems of the flowers. is it glitter? you tug at a flower and realize it’s a chain, and attached is a hand drawn star charm to match the tattoo on the back of seonghwa’s neck. 
“seonghwa, this is beautiful,” you say breathlessly. “we’re gonna match! that’s so cute. who’s idea was this?”
“would you believe me if i said it was mine?”
“no.”
“that’s what jongho said too,” seonghwa laughs. “it was his idea.”
“tell him thank you,” you say as you play with the charm. “mingi and yunho too. it’s a good date so far.”
“oh baby, it hasn’t officially started yet.”
-
in the car, seonghwa plays a mix of songs that he really likes, and he’s mixed in some of your favorites too. he has to keep convincing you that the songs aren’t clues, because you ask every time a new song plays.
“so are the songs just distractions?” you ask, finally giving up on getting any information out of him. 
“why do you ask that?” he smirks as he turns down a familiar road.
“because i can tell you just took the long way to the record store,” you explain. “are you stalling?”
“me, what? why?” his response does nothing to manage your suspicions, and suddenly you remember how your friends have helped with the date so far. are they all in on this? you need answers.
“seonghwa, i swear to god, if san or wooyoung jumps out to surprise me wherever we’re going-”
“that won’t happen,” seonghwa laughs while he parks the car. “we’re here anyway, and i promise this is the last surprise of the night.”
“the record store?” you question, looking up at the shop you’ve been to countless times to shop and to bother hongjoong while he works. 
“yeah, you said there was a new album out you wanted to get, right?”
“yeah,” you blush. “but i just said that in passing, i didn’t expect you to remember.”
“y/n, i want to know everything about you,” seonghwa says seriously. “so of course i remembered. wait, don’t get out yet. i’ll open the door for you.”
as seonghwa helps you out of the car, you quiz him on the other things you’ve said around him that you didn’t think he remembered. sadly, he does remember you saying your favorite disney movie is ratatouille and you’ve always wanted to try the mushroom/cheese concoction remy makes in the first scene.
“that’s a little embarrassing,” you sigh as you reach for the door. you’re going to complain some more about how seonghwa doesn’t need to remember everything about you, but the sight in front of you makes you stop mid-breath.
the record store has been decorated from floor to ceiling in fairy lights, and there’s more flowers all over the place. as you look around, you notice the flowers are tucked in the shelves next to your favorite artists. next to the door is the album you were talking about, and a little further down you see your favorite album of all time with a few extra flowers next to it. you’re still taking everything in when you notice hongjoong behind the counter.
“did you help him with this?” you ask breathlessly, and hongjoong nods. 
“yeah, but the flowers next to the albums was my idea,” hongjoong explains. “we’re running a new special called “y’n’s favorites” so everything that’s marked with a flower is yours, if you want it. everything is on the house.” 
“i...i don’t know what to say,” you start. you turn to seonghwa and there are those starry eyes that you love to see. you reach out to cup his face and smile. “thank you. this is...perfect.”
“it’s even more perfect now that i’m here!” wooyoung shouts from the front door of the shop, followed by san and yeosang. you look at seonghwa and all he does is laugh.
“what? at least he didn’t jump out and scare you,” seonghwa teases.
“oh, i would never,” wooyoung nods with a half-serious look on his face. “but i definitely wouldn’t do that when i have your dinner in my hands, i can’t let all this hard work spill.”
“especially not on my clean floor,” hongjoong warns. 
“you made dinner for us?” you ask wooyoung, but you’re looking at seonghwa, who simply shrugs.
“yep, i made one of your favorites and then threw in a couple recipes i thought you’d both like,” wooyoung says as he and the two other boys place food down on the counter by the register.
“and what did you two help with?” you ask san and yeosang.
“who do you think made this place so beautiful?” yeosang asks incredulously.
“yeosang did the lights and i bought all the flowers,” san explains with a smile that makes his eyes turn into happy half moons. “you’d be surprised how many places i had to go to get all your favorites.”
“i really don’t know what to say,” you whisper in disbelief. “i can’t believe you all did this for me.”
“it was all seonghwa’s idea,” san tells you. “we did it for both of you.”
“yeah, we’re just his little minions,” yeosang jokes, and wooyoung giggles. 
“you tell me how that food tastes, got it?” he asks as he backs out of the store. “don’t say anything mean though. i only accept compliments.”
“wooyoung,” seonghwa smiles tightly. “please leave.”
wooyoung holds the door open for san and yeosang as he gives seonghwa a thumbs up. san waves goodbye sweetly and yeosang gives you a knowing smile before the door closes behind them.
“well, i think that’s my cue to go,” hongjoong says, handing the keys to seonghwa. “don’t make a mess. if i get fired, i’m selling all the stuff i stole from you when you were sneaking around with y/n and not telling us about it.”
“i’ll keep him under control,” you assure hongjoong, who nods as heads to the door. you don’t see him leave because seonghwa has stepped in front of you, and he places his hands on your waist to pull you closer.
“so,” he begins.
“so.”
“what do you want to listen to while we eat?” he asks, pulling you by the waist over to a row of records. you stand there quietly, looking over the albums hongjoong pulled to the front for you, and you just can’t believe how much work went into this date. you can’t believe how sweet it is that each of your friends helped, and you put your hand on seonghwa’s and give it a squeeze.
“hwa,” you whisper. he hums in response, but you place your hand on his cheek and guide his gaze to yours.
“thank you,” you tell him. “thank you for this.”
he smiles at you with a look in his eyes that can’t be anything else but love, and you smile back with that much love, if not more, in your own face. you use the hand on seonghwa’s chin to guide his lips to yours, and you lose yourself in the kiss, in seonghwa, for who knows how long.
“mm, y/n,” he mumbles against your lips before detaching. “the food will get cold.”
“you’re right,” you sigh. “but we didn’t pick any music.”
“how about this?” he asks, pulling an album out from the top shelf. you smile at the cover, knowing exactly what song seonghwa wants you to hear. 
“perfect,” you agree. “i’ll put it on while you get the food?”
and that’s how you end up eating the perfect meal, on your perfect date, with all of your favorite things around you, sitting right next to your perfect boy.
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seonghwanotes · 3 years
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calm after the storm | jeong yunho
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pairing: yunho x reader
genre: angst, fluff
word count: 1.7k
a/n: i will slaughter any sasaengs, please fuck off thank u theyre my source of happiness, im wishing u hell and beyond if u even think of fucking their lives up
Half past twelve. The clock was ticking every single second as you waited for your lover to return but he didn't reach home yet. Usually you wouldn't mind but after receiving a call from Mingi, whom you rarely spoke to, you were about to leave to pick him up.
"Y/N, no! Don't go to him… he told us to not tell you but I had to because I know he didn't make this decision with a straight mind. Just wait for him to come home and talk to him."
Knowing that it wasn't Yunho to behave this way, you waited for him to come home even though you were worried and scared that he would not return anytime sooner. But when you heard the sound of your door's keypad beeping, your heart was at ease to see him home safe and sound.
Yet, you couldn't help but ask him, “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?”
Yunho took off his shoes and walked inside your home, ignoring your question before he went upstairs, heading to your room. His silence made your blood boil but you didn’t stop there as you walked to your shared room, looking at him.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” You asked in a calmer tone, hoping he would answer.
He sighed and did not answer you. He dropped his head and remained silent. It was obvious that he was drunk and usually, you would have let it slide and tucked him into bed but after hearing what Hongjoong had told you, you knew you had to do something about it before he regretted anything the next morning.
"Yunho, I'm talking to you."
“I had my phone on silent.” He mumbled, his hand moved to his head and he massaged his temples. Your heart dropped to see him this weak and fragile, you wished that you could have helped him out before if you knew what was going on but it was too late for that.
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!” Your voice cracked, tears started to well up into your eyes. He looked up where his eyes shot daggers at you, “It’s my phone, I think I can do whatever I want with it. Can we just not talk about this now?”
Before you could utter another word, Yunho got up and walked past you as he headed towards the bathroom. You turned around and grabbed a hold of his wrist in a soft manner making him stop and look at you, “Did you tell Hongjoong you're going to leave the group?”
The look of fury left his face the moment the words left your mouth. He froze in his spot and you looked at him, hoping for an answer in return. "I… who told you that?"
"Yunho, is it true?" You asked, looking at the taller boy. His tired eyes gave away the truth as he couldn't give an answer and pushed your hand away.
His face was pale, the eyebags underneath his eyes were evident, his lips were dry and chapped, while he reeked of alcohol. It hurt you to see him this way, which made a tear roll down your cheek.
Yunho was never a heavy drinker but these past few weeks, he had been drinking a lot and he was drifting away from you and he never spoke to you unless you initiated the conversation first. You always thought he was stressed due to work so you wouldn't ask him a lot of questions but maybe that was the first mistake you made in your relationship, causing him to decline in this manner.
"Did you think about it?" You asked, not breaking eye contact with him, hoping he would talk to about it. He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh, "Yes, I don't want to do this anymore."
"But why? You're only proving them right by letting the hate get to you. You're only letting the girl enjoy what she wants by leaving the group." You told him.
"Can you please go away?" His words slapped you across the face, making you flinch at his high tone. There wouldn't be any good outcome if you insisted on fixing things so you left him alone in your room and went to your living room.
•••
You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a few hours before you woke up and saw yourself covered with a blanket and your head was supported with a throw pillow. You searched around for your phone until you realised your hand was being held by someone.
Panicking, you got up abruptly and tried to pull your hand away but a sleepy Yunho got up and didn't let go of your hand.
"No… Stay with me Y/N… Don't leave me too…" He mumbled, head dropping on the couch before he dozed off again.
Your heart ached at the sight of Yunho being like this, not capable of helping himself when he always gave a helping hand to others. You looked at his tired form and you started weeping, the earlier events coming to your memory.
"The hate got out of hand and the management said they would handle it but Yunho didn't want to cause them anymore trouble."
"Did the management sue them for defamation?" You asked, still in disbelief that an anti would go this far to ruin one's life.
You've seen this happen to other idols and hate was definitely a common thing artists face when they're in the entertainment industry, but the boys always handled it well and never gave it a second glance. Everyone has their breaking point but the boys were extremely patient with all the bullshit thrown at them.
"We were going to… then Yunho said he wants to leave the group. Then he just left the building and drove off. I'm sorry to call you this late, Y/N. I don't think he would tell you what happened." Yeosang added, after Mingi spoke.
Yunho must have heard you crying cause he got up and rubbed his eyes, looking at you in confusion. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” You sniffled, wiping your tears away as you looked at him in the dark. His eyes were puffy and swollen, making you cry more. His large hand moved to your face and wiped the tears away, before he sat beside you and pulled you into a hug which you didn’t hesitate hugging him back.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” He asked in a small voice, making you look at him.
“What? Why would I leave you?”
“Because I left everything and everyone I love, you’re the only one I have left.” He croaked out, innocence coating his words. You shook your head and hugged him once again, rubbing his back with your petite hands.
“You still have time. You don’t have to let go of everything and everyone you love because of someone’s jealousy towards your happiness in life.” You told him, earning a sigh from him. “This isn’t just your career, Yunho, it’s your passion and your dream that you’ve worked for. Don’t let it go because of one’s negative vibes.”
“Do you think they’ll still accept me if I went back?” He asked, resting his face in the crook of your neck. You hummed in agreement, “KQ can’t let go of their lucky guy, you know.”
Hearing Yunho’s giggle made you feel a tad bit better. You held him for a few minutes, embracing the silent shared between you two before he spoke up. “I’m so, so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“Just… talk to me if something is wrong, okay? I’m always here for you and we can talk it out and figure something out,” You breathed, resting your chin on his broad shoulder.
“Okay.” Yunho said, pulling away from the hug. He took your hands into his and held it, giving out warmth to your body as you shuddered from the cold temperature in the living room. “I think I’m going to take a break before I continue on with the group activities, I’m going to need time.”
You nodded, happy that he was willing to take time off instead of leaving the group full time. “Okay, we can let your manager know tomorrow. Should we head to bed now? It’s so chilly here.”
He chuckled, giving you a soft smile before he took you by surprise when he closed the gap between the two of you with a quick, chaste kiss. When he pulled away, you looked at him with a clear question mark plastered on your face.
“What? I missed doing that to you.”
“Doing what?” Your voice came out smaller than you expected it to.
“This.” He said, before leaning in again for a full kiss, sweeping you off into dreamland with the taste of his bittersweet lips. You kissed him back, hoping to be in the moment for a little bit longer but Yunho pulled away. You tutted at his action whereas he smiled back at you.
“Maybe this break will do me more than just good. It feels great to be like this.” He muttered, making you wonder.
“Be like this?”
Although there was almost no light visible in the living room, you could have sworn that you saw his eyes twinkle as he looked at you and answered, “Just you and me; that’s all I want.”
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atxxzist · 1 year
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If smut is well-written and justified I'm totally into it (unless... I'm not for other reasons), but especially in ETL stories, you have to be careful. Seonghwa and Y/N were already on thin ice, sex would complicate things even more, obviously you could've used it as a plot device, but ultimately I'm glad you didn't.
It makes sense, they're from different worlds for sure, but they're not Romeo & Juliet, so I think they can do it, haha. Also, the opposites certainly attract in their case, after all Hongjoong felt too safe for Y/N and their chemistry just wasn't really there, I'm glad they remained friends though!
I would like to see more of their shenanigans back in university. Is Seonghwa gonna sit next to her? Is she gonna like it? 👀
I've never read any of your stories except Blacklist and I rarely read for other members than Seonghwa - I used to read for San at first - but I'm curious to see more of your writing, which story of yours is your favourite?
Oh, sure can I be 🦔 or 🥦 if they're available - you can choose which one, I don't mind either way!
exactly. which is why i mulled over a smut scene for the longest time, even when it didn't happen in chap 8, i initially said there'll be one for the final chapter just bc i felt something needed to happen between them before i could rlly put a closing to the story once and 4 all. but it's also the eventual realization that they don't need one. and im glad i stuck with that choice; i think it was the right one since they still have so many things to work on.
and u right 😂 after all, with how seonghwa's character is, i believe he will do whatever he want anyways lmao (for the right reasons this time). and yes hongjoong. im glad u brought him up. i wanted to give a dynamic between him and y/n where they really would just b better off as friends. ofc, they got a lot of love for one another, but they also idealized/romanticized the other person in the same way u would look up to an idol, y'know? but with seonghwa, y/n already knows his flaws, his lows, and how stupid he can rlly be; which is what makes their moments all more special when she does like something about him. but with hongjoong, she would have a harder time processing that he's not this dream guy she built in her head. idk if that makes any sense 😭
as for what happens to them post-final chapter, it really is up to the readers' imagination unfortunately. i havent really thought too much about it, but somewhat, somehow, we can say they are endgame <3
as for my other works, i cannot confidently recommend any already existing completed piece bc i am embarrassed about all of them to an extent lmaooo (i am still kind of a new writer to atinyblr). but u will see that i mainly write for San bc he is my bias <3 the only other series i have besides blacklist, is one I wrote for him called push&pull but the outcome of that fic is kinda shitty and i would steer clear. BUT I do have a new series coming out, call Broken though it is for San. Just posted the masterlist for it yesterday, not too long after finishing up blacklist. that would be the only one i'd say u keep your eyes on just if u want to stick around. i've yet to write for it, which is why i hope that when i do, it will turn out okay. i am kind of a fuckboy/badboy lover lmaoooo... u will see that very quick.
and I like 🦔 hehe. it's cute. so thank you again for talking to me, miss 🦔. ur efforts r greatly appreciated. but no pressure! 💖 i also try to keep the response as short as possible, but they always end up being essay-length, im sorry 😭
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Soulmate!ATEEZ Headcanons - Meeting their Soulmate
 ❧ Anon asked: Heyy! I was wondering if you would like to write an Ateez soulmate!au headcanon? like what type of soulmate bond would they have (tatoos, colourblind untill they meet their soulmate, feeling pain when soulmate feels pain...) and how they will meet their soulmate very briefly. I hope is okay for you and i explained it well. Love the blog💞
❧ Anon asked: Hii can i request a fluff non idol soulmate au scenario of yunho? This is specific but can u include it where both of u are able to sense and feel each other's emotions and feelings? I love ur writing. Thank you 🥺🥺💕💕🥰🥰
❧ A/N: so I looked up a bunch of different soulmate aus so no one would have the same one and oml there are a lot of soulmate aus. Some of these are non idol!au as well this took me so fucking long to write omg each one is like the size of a drabble
~※ Main Masterlist ※~
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Hongjoong - You can hear whatever song your soulmate is listening to
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That familiar sound of singing echoed in your head. You were practically hypnotized by it. You were so entranced that you didn’t realize you had been zoning out while standing in front of the recording studio. You shook your head and headed into the studio. The group you were going to work with for the day stood up and greeted you. You noticed they were practicing for the recording. One of the boys got up and went into the booth to record. You put on your headphones, as did he. You started recording then started the track. Your mouth went slightly agape when you heard that familiar voice but this time in the headphones. You pulled yourself out of your thoughts when you heard the man asking for your opinion on how the recording sounded.
“I think...here, try it like this.”
You sang the last part, the part he had just recorded, changing a few of the notes to fit the track better. Now the man in the booth was the one with his mouth open. He blinked a couple times before looking back at the lyrics in front of him. He’d definitely have to say something when the two of you had a moment. 
Seonghwa -  The outline of your shadow is your soulmate
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You stood with your back against the sun, your shadow hitting the pavement in front of you. You stared at the shadow trying to engrave the outline into your memory. You were so curious about the shadow that you saw whenever the sun was bright- What were they like? Did you know them already? What did they look like? Who were they? 
While you were lost in thought, your friend Seonghwa walked up beside you. He called out your name bringing you back to reality. You looked over at him, sending him a smile. You looked down at his shadow. The shape felt familiar to you. Too familiar... 
Yunho - Feel each other's emotions
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You sighed as you leaned back in your desk chair. You were far too stressed out from your homework. You really just wanted to stop worrying about your homework but you had to get it done for class the next day. You ran a hand through your hair, deciding maybe you should take a bit of a break. You made your way to the kitchen to grab a snack and some water. When you returned to your desk, you heard your phone ringing. 
“Hey Yunho,” you said answering the phone
“Hey Y/N. You feeling okay?”
“I’m just a little stressed out right now. How’d you know?”
“I guess I just have a sixth sense,” he chuckled, “You wanna hear what Mingi did today?”
You let him tell you the funny story of his adventures with Mingi, making you feel a lot better. He was always right there the moment you started feeling bad, even if you didn’t tell him. Maybe he did have a sixth sense...
Yeosang - A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky
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You’ve never seen your red string. You knew it was there, everyone had one, but you were never close enough to your soulmate to actually see it. That is, you didn’t see it until you moved to Seoul. 
You were out at a local coffee shop just relaxing on your day off. You sipped on your drink, a book in your other hand. You looked up briefly when a small group of boys dressed in athletic wear wandered into the coffee shop. They were chatting among themselves as they got in line to order their drinks. You didn’t think much of them until you went to take another sip of your coffee. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a bright red string tied in a bow around your pinky. You followed the string with your eyes until you were met with one of the boys. He noticed you staring between him and your pinky, his eyes glancing down at his own pinky. He quickly muttered something to his friends before coming over to you.
“Hi, I’m Yeosang.” 
San - Timer for when they’ll first meet
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“You have to stop obsessing over your timer,” Wooyoung peaked over at San’s wrist
“It’s almost hit 0 though! I’m going to meet them any minute!” 
San and Wooyoung continued to walk through the halls of the KQ building towards the practice rooms. They didn’t notice you also walking down the hall. You were looking down at your phone when you bumped into something- or rather, someone. You apologized profusely, a dark pink blush appearing on your cheeks. The blush was mostly from the embarrassment of running into someone but also because the person you ran into was rather attractive. You quickly scurried away down the hall. San and Wooyoung just looked at each other in confusion and surprise. Wooyoung’s eyes glanced down at San’s wrist. 
“Hey, look!” 
He pointed at the counter on San’s wrist. There was a large zero where the numbers counting down used to be. San looked up at Wooyoung then back down the hall where you went. 
“Wait, were they...?”
Mingi - Write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well
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You were too young to know. The two of you just thought you both had magic powers or something. No one told you about how soulmates could draw and write on each other. You wish someone had. 
You rushed into your kindergarten class and sat down at your table. You pulled out a piece of paper and your crayons. You started drawing, your eyes constantly glancing up at the door to the classroom. 
“Y/N!” 
In came your best friend Mingi, a large smile on his face. He sat down beside you and looked over at your paper.
“That’s a pretty rainbow,” he smiled
“Thank you,” you giggled, “You wanna draw too?”
You dug around for another piece of paper but you didn’t notice Mingi had already pulled out a pen and began drawing on his arms. You giggled when you started seeing the flowers and stars appearing on your own arms. You took out your own pen and doodled on the free skin on your arms. The two of you happily laughed and doodled together completely oblivious that you were sitting beside your soulmate.  
Wooyoung - Get the same injuries as your soulmate does
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“My soulmate needs to chill out. This is the third bruise this week,” you groaned while putting some ice on your leg
You left the nurse’s office and headed towards the entrance of your school. Just as you were about to leave, your friend sent you a text. You mentally slapped yourself. You had promised your friend that you’d come with them to the school’s dance club meeting. You really wanted to reschedule due to your bruised leg but knew they’d scold the hell out of you for rescheduling on them for the third time. You sent a text saying you’d be there in a second before limping down the hall towards the music room. 
You arrived at the music room a few minutes later, your friend standing outside the door looking impatient. 
“There you are!” they looked down at your leg, “Did you get hurt?”
“I didn’t,” you huffed, “My soulmate did.”
“Ah, well at least Wooyoung won’t be alone then.”
“What?”
“He hurt himself and can’t really participate today so the two of you can hang out.”
The two of you walked into the room, the other members of the club greeting you. Your friend introduced you to Wooyoung before going off with the other club members. You tried to strike up a conversation with him, asking him about his injury.
“I bruised my leg trying out a new dance move,” he said pulling up his pant leg to show you the purple bruise that looked similar to yours, “What about you?”
You said nothing, only showing him your own bruise. He looked between your leg and his, his eyes going wide in surprise. His eyes wordlessly said what you were both thinking.
Jongho - Each other’s initials on their wrist
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“Just come with us, Y/N!” Wooyoung whined, “It’ll be a lot of fun!”
“Will you shut up if I say yes?” you looked over at the boy
You rolled your eyes playfully when Wooyoung promised to leave you alone if you came out with the members of Ateez to karaoke. You hadn’t met all the boys yet so you were a bit apprehensive at first but after Wooyoung’s relentless pestering, you finally broke down and agreed. 
You and Wooyoung walked into the karaoke room, the loud sounds of singing and yelling coming from the room. Everyone, well almost everyone, were on their feet singing along with the song being played through the speakers. Wooyoung quickly joined in on the fun but you decided to sit with one of the boys- one you didn’t know. You introduced yourself, leaning in close to hear him tell you his name- Jongho. You talked for a bit before the boys were pulling Jongho up and shoving a microphone in his hands.You peeked at the initials on Jongho’s wrist. Your eyes went wide when you saw your initials on his skin. Was it just a coincidence or...
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fandomsonrequests · 3 years
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dad!ateez: their dad instincts kick in
inspired by @latte-fairytaekwoon​ (thanks i have massive baby fever now :’] ) and those videos where parents bust out into ninja mode when their baby is about to fall or run into something
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hongjoong:
“Okay buddy, just sit there while daddy works okay?” Hongjoong tells his eight-month-old son who was sitting across him on the soft couch of the producing room. His son only babbles happily, making his father smile. 
Hongjoong shakes his head in amusement and turns back towards his computer where he started working on his music. The first few minutes, he would occasionally look over to his son just to make sure he hadn’t wandered off or touch anything. And every time he sees him just playing with the toys that surround him. So far so good. 
But it didn’t take long for the little guy to become bored and for Hongjoong to become so immersed in his work. While he was busy, tapping away and finding some samples to use, his son started to stand. The baby held onto the back of the couch, walking towards the edge where he bounces up and down, his feet dangerously close to the edge. One wrong misstep and he would go tumbling off the side. 
Fortunately, at that moment, Hongjoong’s father instincts kicked in. Something just tickled in the back of his head to check his baby. And a good thing he did because the minute he turned, his baby slipped off the edge of the couch. The man immediately launched off his chair and grabbed his son by the arm, pulling him towards his chest and rolling back onto the couch.
The baby was stunned into silence, not comprehending what had happened before laughing and patting his father’s face. Hongjoong felt his heartbeat rapidly, a sigh of relief escaping him. He kissed the baby’s little palm and brought him over to his chair where he sat him onto his lap. 
“Maybe it’s best you watch daddy work.”
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seonghwa:
“That’s it Hyonjin! Keep it up!” You encourage your four-year-old daughter from behind the camera.
It was her first time riding a trike so obviously, your husband, being the helicopter father he was, asked you to document the whole thing. Speaking of which, Seonghwa was right behind your daughter, jogging a little as Hyonjin speeds down the road. 
“There you go, angel! You’re doing great!” He cheered on. 
The little girl just giggles and pedals faster. But due thanks to the laws of physics, she was moving too fast— much too fast. And she didn’t see the mailbox on the side of the road that she was about to crash into. Luckily for you, Seonghwa started sprinting towards her, his arms outstretched. 
“Seonghwa—“ You call out to your husband when you realize what was about to happen.
And by the grace of a miracle, he grabbed Hyonjin by the waist, lifting her out of the tricycle right as it crashed into the mailbox. Your daughter who was blissfully unaware of what had happened just smiled down at your dad. But all color had drained from both parents’ faces, adrenaline rushing through you.
“Daddy! Did you see it? I was going so fast!” Your little girl says to her father, shaking her dad’s arms. 
Your husband smiles weakly but no less bright. “Yes you did angel, but I think you should slow it down a little.” 
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yunho :
Eun-jung, your little six-year-old baby girl, squeals as she goes back and forth on the spring rider. You watch from the side with your newly born son in your arms. You, Yunho, and your two little rascals decided it would be fun to have a picnic at the public field nearby. You were just lucky there was a small playground built there.
Your husband laughs along with your little girl as he pulled her back on the spring rider. It was nice to see that he was having just as much fun as his daughter, their energies fueling each other. 
Eun-jung started to rock the rider a little, making it go back and forth a little more violently. Yunho grows a little more apprehensive at the rate she was going but lets her keep going- he didn’t want to ruin her fun after all. And that proved to be a good decision because the moment the spring rider tipped backward, the little girl loses her grip and falls off. 
You yell out to Yunho, your own instincts kicking in, but he was already moving. He held his arms out and caught her by the waist. The force from your daughter being practically thrown off practically sent the two tumbling to the ground. Yunho’s ninja mode flips on and he turns so that he lands on his back instead of falling forward, to avoid crushing his baby girl underneath his weight. 
When he realizes what happened, his eyes widened in excitement. “Aha! I told you bubba, your dad has Spiderman reflexes!” He teases his daughter. 
You roll your eyes in amusement but maybe he wasn’t exaggerating. 
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yeosang:
“Doyun, stop moving. Your father is asleep.” You warn your son who was bouncing on his spot on the couch, Yeosang’s head being right beside your son on the couch. 
“Sorry,” He apologizes before returning your attention back to the television. The whole family, apart from Yeosang who was out like a light from working all day, decided to watch a film before heading to bed. Your younger son, Ji-ho, was sat on your lap while your youngest, Haneul, was sat beside you. 
Haneul was only a few months old but could already sit up. Her attention was turned from the television though, instead, focusing on the little insect that managed to crawl into your home. It was slowly making its way across the floor. And Haneul, seeing it skittle away, thought it was a good idea to follow it.
She scoots forward on the couch and fell off the edge. Your hand shot out when you saw her move to the corner of your eye but Yeosang was faster.
Yeosang magically woke up from his nap and his arm just moved on its own accord, pinning the baby to the couch. You grab her legs and gently lay her to the floor while your sons watch in amazement at what had happened. 
“Oh my God dad-” Ji-ho cheers. “That was so cool!”
Yeosang couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to pull Haneul and rest her upon his chest. “Thank you, kiddo. But that’s one of the reasons why they married me.” He sends a wink towards you, making you blush. 
“Just watch the dang movie, Kang.”
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san: 
“Okay Nari, just let it out,” San cooes to his baby girl, her tiny body laying on his shoulder as he gently pats her back. He had just finished feeding her milk in the kitchen and it was now time for her to burp it out. 
He rocks her back and forth, traveling to the living room where your two-year-old daughter was watching the television. You were away on a business trip, leaving San in charge of taking care of your two little angels. Sooyun turned from her spot on the couch when she saw her dad approaching and smiled, reaching out to him.
“Dada!” She cooed and made grabby hands.
“Hey Yoonie, what are you watching?” He asks her as goes over, standing by the couch. 
“Pororo!” She answered and copied the cute penguin, making her father chuckle. She sees her baby sister in her dad’s arms and reached out to make grabby hands again. “Daddy hold please!” 
San smiles apologetically at her and shook his head. “Not now baby, Nari needs to burp-burp before you can hold her.” 
But the little girl wasn’t having it. She whines and reaches out again, leaning over the side of the couch and reaching up. San turned his torso away and kept telling her no. And in a last attempt to grab her sister, Sooyun jumped up over the side, making her fall over. San’s parental mode kicks in and he sticks his foot out, cushioning her head as she fell to the floor. 
“You okay?” He asks her and she nods her head. “Let’s keep this secret between us? Okay Sooyun?”
“Okay daddy.” 
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mingi:
“Song Mingi be careful with Young-soo,” You warn as you recline back on the couch. You were suffering a sore back that day, so you were resting with a warm compress on your back. “That yoga ball you’re bouncing him on is old. It could pop.”
“Don’t worry baby, I have ninja instincts. He’ll be safe.” Mingi assures you as he bounces his son on the ball, making him release a joyous giggle. 
Young-soo squeals in delight as his father turns him around and maneuvers him so that he’s able to do a few front and backflips. Your husband laughs his deep but warm laugh when Young-soo poses like a character in a fighting game. And for a while, you decide that maybe it’s best to let them be. 
But just as you predicted- the ball bursts in midjump. You felt time slow down when you see the rubber fly everywhere, immediately straightening up despite the pain that shot up your spine. Mingi’s large arms grabbed at his son, pulling him up before his face could hit the floor. 
Young-soo starts crying from the loud noise and your husband hurriedly hushes him. “Don’t cry little guy, daddy’s here.” He says and wipes the boy’s tears. It doesn’t take long for Young-soo to calm down. Mingi faces you, a sheepish smile on his face when he sees your unamused expression. 
“Heh, told you,” He stammers. “Ninja instincts.”
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wooyoung: 
Wooyoung looks into the pot full of mashed rice and banana pudding with milk- or in other words: baby food. He stirs the pudding, lowering the heat before looking over to his son who was sat patiently in his high chair. He played with his little rattle, keeping himself entertained with the object.
Wooyoung smiles at himself, proud that your little one was well behaved. He had definitely gotten it from you- or at least that what some of his friends and family say. He was left in charge of the house for the day as you were out at your older son’s kindergarten to pick him up.
“Your dad’s almost finished with the best baby food ever,” Wooyoung says proudly and turns off the heat from the pot. As he was busy transferring the pudding to the baby bowl and cleaned up his area as he waited for it to cool, his son starts to rock the chair, growing bored with the rattle.
The high chair slowly gains momentum, tipping over from side to side. Hearing the sudden racket, Wooyoung looks over to the baby, eyes widening at what he saw. He practically leaps over the counter as the high chair tipped over to the left, falling in that direction. 
Before it hits the ground, Wooyoung had slid over, dropping down to his knees and stabilizing the high chair. His son just looks curiously at his father, laughing happily and bonking his father over the head with his rattle.
“Okay, maybe you aren’t as well-behaved as I thought.” Wooyoung winces before chuckling to himself. “Now you got that from me.”
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jongho: 
You and your husband Jongho thought it would be a good time to have a vacation at the beach with your twins. The beach resort you had booked had some beach activities for visitors to do- banana boat riding, speedboating, snorkeling, beach volleyball, you name it. It just so happened that one of the activities was ATV riding. 
And of course, your kids knew how well their dad was at driving the thing. So they asked if they could ride one themselves. Your twins were nine-years-old, so you and Jongho didn’t see any problem with letting them ride an ATV by themselves. Of course, he was going to supervise them but he’d rather they learn on their own.
“Alright Young-min, hold onto your sister,” He instructs them while you film from the side, a grin present. “Young-soon, remember this is the break and this makes you accelerate- BUT be easy on the acceleration, gently squeeze it- not press down on it, or else you and your brother will speed away.”
“Yes dad,” The two respond in unison through their helmets. Young-soon seemed so excited though as she was practically vibrating with excitement. 
“Okay kiddos, let her rip,” Jongho says as he steps away. 
The ATV slowly moves forward at a pace that allowed you and your husband to walk alongside it. They slowly gain speed but it was nothing that made you run after them. But your daughter, being so overwhelmed with adrenaline, accidentally squeezed the acceleration too hard, making them zoom forward.
“Whoa- whoa slow down!” You call out to them. 
Jongho’s paternal instincts kicked in and he automatically latched onto the metal part that jutted out of the back of the ATV, clutching onto it for dear life in an attempt to slow down the bike. Before they could crash into the changing shed nearby, he snatches the two up in one arm and pulled them off. The bike breaks to a stop, leaving you jogging up to the three. 
“I can’t believe I caught that in film.” You breathe in disbelief, making your twins look to you excitedly. 
“Can we see???” 
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atinymonster · 3 years
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2WILIGHT ZONE (ateez x tbz concert)
ateez 9th member.
jiyu moments at the 2wilight zone online concert
ateez and tbz literally had zero interactions :(( but i guess it was due to covid and tbz is literally already a maximum party number with eleven people cujsjxksjz
italicized are live comments!! also click on photos for better resolution and for the full image :)
➴ taglist: @banhmi07, @jiyeons-closet, @mochibabycakes, @marsophilia, @studioreader, @dkdlwhs12, @jaembluey, @atzaria, @skzfairies, @starlightjoong, @bbanghoonie
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i just KNOW their waiting rooms were probably chaotic in their own ways 😭😭
okay but jiyu was genuinely so excited because having a collab concert with a group
and she was excited to virtually meet deobis and atinys, too ����🥺
girlie went HARD with deja vu
hongjoong, during their first ment: jiyu it’s only our first song and you just went all out—
jiyu: but im excited :((
(jongho just wanted to get jiyu to do aegyo at least once and suffer with him 😭)
(jongho just wanted to get jiyu to do aegyo at least once and suffer with him 😭)
jongho’s knew started acting up (please rest up jongho 🥺🥺🥺) so she stood next to him to help support him whenever he needed :((
their outfits were mainly leather so she was sWEATING buckets
but mama hwa to the rescue!! he occasionally dabbed her forehead and face with a tissue during their ments in between their songs
fever and eternal sunshine were literally her favorite songs to perform but the fact that they were performing them in their black leather outfits made it seem so weird 😭😭
jiyu: “i can’t take us seriously”
mc yeosang: “neither can i sometimes, but why?”
jiyu: “we look like a biker gang and we just performed eternal sunshine and fever”
yunho: “we’re a happy biker gang!” 😄
jiyu: “if yunho says we’re a happy biker gang, then that’s exactly what we are” 🥺😤
lmao pls jiyu’s so whipped for yunho 🥺🥺🥺 (i meAN THIS PLATONICALLY SORRY SUNWOO PLS DONT COME FOR ME—)
^ hELP ITS 4 AM DONT MAKE ME LAUGH 😭😭😭😭
the way yeosang just casually agreed that he cant take them seriously sometimes but honestly i see where he’s coming from hfjsjxjzjxjzk 💀💀💀
despite not having any interactions whatsoever with tbz
that did NOT mean they were letting jiyu off scott-free with the teasing 🤡🤡
hongjoong: “atiny! stay after to support jiyu’s boyfriend after we leave”
jiyu: *choked on her water*
wooyoung: “yeah! she even knows the choreography to their new song, thrill ride!”
mc yeosang: “oh! please show us!”
jiyu: “…it’s been a year and you still act as if we started dating last month” 😭
she still danced the du du du du part of the chorus anyways for their (and deobitinys) satisfaction
sunwoo jiyu best couple 🤧🤧🤧
she danced that in tiny 🥺🥺🥺
performing not too late live always hits different for jiyu :((
hongjoong’s rap verse always gets to her since she really resonates and relates with the lyrics 🥺🥺 poor baby
like atinys swore her eyes were glistening at some point when mingi held onto her hand and started swinging their connected hands back and forth ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️
but then they literally transitioned to thank u right after fijsjxjsjx ✨✨
sad jiyu goodbye
there were so many wholesome interactions during this song please—
exhibit a: jiyu tapping hongjoong on the shoulder and bowing to him right when the lyrics went she sings “thank you” at the start of the chorus and hongjoong looking like 😯☺️😄 before giving her a hug :((
exhibit b: mingi looking at her with the utmost adoration like 😄🥺✨ when he let her rap the second half of his rap verse
exhibit c: hwa and jiyu one arm hugging each other as jongho sang the last lyrics of the song
when they were reading the live comments, she was in charge of the ones in english and when she saw all the comments literally FLOOD in
she went 😮😮😮😮 “woah!”
jiyu: “you guys are doing so well,,,thank you!!”
jiyu: “seonghwa so cute”
hwa: “thank you”
jiyu: “…cute in this outfit??” (she doesnt mean this in a bad way, its just that they were in their black leather mv outfits so she didnt think cute was the right word 😭😭)
hongjoong, reading the korean comments: “wah…jiyu really looks so good this comeback”
jiyu: 🤨🤨 “…so i didn’t look good in the other comebacks?”
she loves teasing atiny, it’s literally her hobby and they know it 😭😭
jIYU PLS 😭😭😭
the way she looks so offended too hAHAHAH
jiyu not letting atiny breathe pt. 472819 🤧
jiyu found a comment that made her laugh at how intense it was
jiyu: “this one sounds so passionate…jiyu, tell me there’ll be a collab stage with you and sunwoo so i can sleep in peace tonight”
she was sad to break the news that there wouldn’t be a collab stage due to covid precautions ☹️☹️☹️
jiyu: “the boyz sunbaenim are already pushing the people limit with just themselves” jiyu please 😭😭😭
jiyu: “but who knows maybe there’ll be something special in the future so stay tuned…and uh, please get some sleep tonight” 🥲
bby was sad when they were onto the last two songs for their segment :((
she hadn’t performed say my name or hala hala in what felt like years so she was glad to give atinys the 2021 version ✨✨✨
please right before the dance break you could hear her quickly say:
“san please dont break your mic again”
lo and behold she didn’t know if it broke but she definitely saw it fall off
but she had no room to say anything since she literally went all out in that dance break too
the lights dimmed and they had to leave 😔😔
jiyu: “aww…byebye atiny! until next time!”
wooyoung: *pulling her backstage so tbz can prepare for their segment* i read someone’s comment saying that tbz had a different stage and set but idk if that’s true so 😭
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kpopkitty01 · 3 years
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hey, idk if u take requests, but i was thinking about a Ateez Mafia reacting to their S/O unaliving themselves? if you are uncomfortable with this types of request i’m really srry.
Hi, thank you for the request! I had to google this because I was unsure of what it meant. It was a little bit of a rush job. It’s a tricky subject but I tried my best. I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)
[Mafia AU] Ateez Reaction to their S/O Ending Their Life
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(In no way am I condoning, supporting, promoting, or justifying mafia or gangster behavior all of this is the work of fiction and should be thought of as such. Also I am not saying any of the members in the scenarios would act or behave in this way. I just write these for fun and for entertainment for others.)
[Warnings] Trigger warning, Talks of suicidal tendencies and actions.
Mafia AU, Angst
(Having this hit home; I feel I should say if you are going through something like this please talk about your feelings with someone you can trust. Remember your a special human being that deserves life just as much as anyone.)
Hongjoong:
Hongjoong had always made it almost a rule to never date any woman over a couple of months. He was really active in his lifestyle and didn’t want a strong commitment or someone he felt obligated to, but when he met you that rule changed. He never could get enough of you. Whether having long meaningful talks or spending time in your embrace kissing your precious lips. He would spend crazy amounts of money on you and never expect anything in return unless you insisted. One evening you were out to dinner and Hongjoong had noticed something under your sleeve on your wrist. “What’s that?” Hongjoong reached across the table for your arm. You winced in pain. He rolled up your sleeve to see cuts. He looked confused. “Why would you do this?” You pulled back your arm and forced back tears. “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it matters!” You told him you had always fought with depression and sometimes you would get to the point of not wanting to live anymore.” He sighed and his face was completely written with worry and stress. “Please Y/N don’t ever do this again. I couldn’t bare losing you.” You nodded. A year had passed and recent family events had pushed you to the very edge. Hongjoong wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t bare losing you, because a month after your passing he had too decided that he didn’t want to live.
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Seonghwa:
Seonghwa was going over some plans when two of his men knocked on the door. “What is it?” “Sir, we have something to tell you“Come in.” The two men stood in front of him neither one of them spoke right away. “Well?” Seonghwa said obviously being irritated by the fact he was interrupted while planning a heist. Both men looked at each other as if contemplating who would deliver the news. “This better be important I’m really busy and...” one of the men finally building up the courage spoke, “Sir, it’s about Y/N.” Looking a bit confused now “What about her?” The man looked down to avoid eye contact “She’s dead.” He stepped back as if he had just been shot. “How? When?” In an instant, his confusion and pain disappeared and it turned to rage “I’ll kill whoever did this!” He said with a fist to his desk. “Who did it! Tell me!” He held back all his tears. “Nobody killed her Boss. It was suicide.” “What?” He felt his body go limp and had to sit down. “We found her this morning. She didn’t want you to find her. She had left a note for us so we’d know where to look and find her body.” Seonghwa dedicated all of his time to search for any reason why you killed yourself. He was devastated and slowly he came to the point where he could no longer lead and stepped down from being the boss. Rumor had it that he left because he couldn’t handle all the memories and he went to a different city to join a new gang.
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San:
Wooyoung had personally told San the terrible news. “No, there’s some mistake. Y/N wasn’t suicidal she loved me! She’d never do this!” Wooyoung tried to calm San down by resting a caring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t touch me! I thought you were my friend why would you tell me these lies!” Feeling his anger rising by the second he turned away. Wooyoung spoke in a quiet tone still trying to calm his friend down. “I’m not lying. Here’s the letter she left. See it for yourself.” He handed it to San. San took it from him and began to read. When he was done he handed it back to Wooyoung. He walked over to the window and looked out of it without really looking at anything just avoiding Wooyoung’s gaze. The silence was broken by Wooyoung “I’m sorry San, I know how you must feel.” San turned around. “You have no idea how I feel. Leave I wish to be left alone.” Wooyoung nodded and left the room. San sunk to the floor and thought long and hard about the whole situation he had come to the belief that you hadn’t ended your life and you must still be alive and that you just ran away because being part of his mafia lifestyle was too much to handle. He sent out all the men he could to search for you. Forcing them to search day and night till they brought you back alive, but they had finally found you and brought back the news that you were indeed dead. This had caused San to completely snap. San had become more of a bad person and did even more heists and jobs that earned his gang the reputation as the most feared gang around. He thought of you everyday and felt he killed in your honor.
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Yeosang:
You were in the bathroom for a long time. So long it was to the point where Yeosang had knocked on the door to check and see if you were ok. “I’m fine.” You said abruptly and he heard the sound of pills rattling. A few minutes after he had knocked you came out. He saw you come out. “So I was thinking maybe later tonight I could treat you to a nice dinner at our special restaurant. I want to celebrate a very successful deal.” He chuckled till he saw you at the corner of his eye slowly taking out a chair and sitting down as if you were about to pass out. “Honey? What’s wrong.” He rushed by you. “Your white as a sheet!” Tears filled your eyes “Yeosang, I’ve done something terrible and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday.” His eyes went big as he connected the dots. “No, Y/N, tell me you didn’t overdose.” All you could do was sob “I’m so sorry.” He turned away from you and went to look for his phone. “I’m calling an ambulance.” Gathering up strength you furiously shook your head “No! You don’t understand I can’t take this anymore. I don’t want to live anymore!” The words seemed to stick in your throat as you spoke. “But I need you.” He looked around more. “Where’s my phone?” He said aloud in desperate frustration. “I hid it, I knew you’d call for help. But I don’t want it.” He walked over to you and cupped your head in his hands. “Honey, please don’t leave me.” He sobbed and picked you up in his arms and brought you over to the couch. Rocking you in his arms as he spoke to you. Till finally you had stopped breathing and went into your eternal sleep.
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Yunho:
Yunho came into the apartment. Same time as usual he took of his shoes and went to the refrigerator for something to drink. He found it odd you weren’t there. Because usually you’d be in the general location of the first room so you could greet him when he got home. It came to mind you were playing some kind of game for him to find you. He began to look around for you. He looked in the laundry room, bathroom and lastly the bedroom he was about to look in a different room but something caught his eye on the bed. It was a note in your hand writing. He read the first few lines and felt his heart drop. No way was this happening. He read the note “Please understand that I just can’t go on like this. It wasn’t anything you did I just discovered that with whoever I’m with I just can’t be happy and that this world is too much of a despicable place to be a part of...” you had written more but the letter had fallen out of Yunho’s hand and he was now on the floor crying. When he had gained some composure he called some of his men in the gang to search for you. When they discovered your body Yunho being overcome with guilt and sorrow. He was never the same again. He became more involved in the mafia and vowed to never love anyone again.
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Mingi:
Things were great in yours and Mingi’s relationship he always made time for you and showered you with love and affection. You had both come to a mutual agreement that he’d keep his work to himself, feeling that was the best way to make your relationship work, but it wasn’t long till a rival gang had discovered your existence and had kept a close eye on you. You became paranoid every moment of every day that they would find you and kidnap you to try to get their way to Mingi. The constant anxiety and fear made you feel small and defenseless and it wasn’t too long till your sanity was something of the past. One day you had decided to take one of Mingi’s pistols to the throat. It was that day Mingi’s heart had broke in two and his world had ended. For the entirety of that day he succumbed to his emotions and wouldn’t let anyone see him, but the very next day he was out for blood he knew why you had done what you did and he wasn’t about to let that gang get away with it. He straight away set forth plans to wipe out that gang for good. He wouldn’t stop till every last member was dead if it was the last thing he ever did.
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Wooyoung:
Being that Wooyoung was one of the more ruthless in his gang he was more rough around the edges and would get mad at you and demean you sometimes not really taking notice of the effect it had on you. It was what he was used to and he knew he loved you and treasured you more than anything and it was his assumption you knew that too. After he left you’d find yourself crying alone and trying to tell yourself everything was ok and he cared for you but your mental state took a turn for the worst when soon you telling yourself these things just wasn’t enough and you had decided to end it all. Wooyoung blamed himself he absolutely hated himself for treating you the way he did. He filled his apartment with pictures of you as if bringing you back in some kind of way. Alcohol became his best friend and he’d spend his evenings drinking till he was drunk enough to forget the things that tormented his mind if only if it was just for a little while.
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Jongho:
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Jongho said in frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair. You crossed your arms in front of you. “That’s just because you know it’s true.” You said this with anger but your voice broke and tears ran down your eyes. “I’m just scared Jongho, I’m scared that this dangerous job you have in the mafia is going to get you hurt or killed. I can’t handle this anymore. Please stay home today.” you cried more. “I need to go.” He said as he grabbed his things and headed for the door. As he reached for the knob he looked back at you. “I love you.” Later on Jongho came back with flowers. “Y/N, I’m home.” He called out to you. He waited for a few moments to see if you’d come out and see him. “Y/N?” He went to the bedroom and immediately knew something was off. There was a collection of empty pill bottles on the bed. He heard the water flowing from the bathtub in the bathroom connected to the bedroom and knocked on the door. “Y/N? Are you in there?” No answer. “Y/N?” His eyes filled with panic as he went to open the door but he felt something in the way. He dropped the flowers he was holding and pushed as hard as he could against the door he got it open wide enough to slide in. And saw you had barred it with a cupboard that was in there. He saw there was a bunch of water on the floor and what he saw next would be ingrained in his mind for the rest of his life. He saw your form in the bathtub unmoving. You wore your favorite dress and held a picture of the two of you in your hand which was now soaked and ruined. Jongho’s eyes filled with tears as he kneeled down and took your cold hand in his. If only he had known earlier you were crying out for help. He never would have left. He would have stayed and made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to him.
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