#we on wooyoung mode today

[altheasmeadow]

Touchy Touchy

Word count: 724

Pairing: Wooyoung X fem reader

Warnings: none

Summary: In which she never thought she had a soulmate and yet here she is stuck to Wooyoung for 24 hours

She never knew her soulbond, she couldn’t afford to see a specialist, she had no markings, and no weird signs that maybe just maybe she even had a soulmate. She thought she was the one in a million to be left unpaired. And so she almost wasn’t able to get a job as an idol’s makeup artist, they usually preferred already paired or older staff, but nobody could deny her talents. Her main specialty was special effects makeup, but she could do some killer ordinary looks as well, it made her lethal when in work mode.

“You’ll be with Ateez today.” The lead makeup artist assigned, simply earning a hum from the young woman who was organizing her station, “Where was the giddy reaction?” 

“Why be giddy? I work with idols, it’s to be expected. They’re all talented.” She shrugged, organizing her brushes from the order she uses them in. 

“You’re one strange strange girl.”

And with that she was left alone while waiting for her new assignment to come in, thankfully it only took a few moments, followed by the other three makeup artists coming to help.

“I want Mingi and Hongjoong, their faces are my favortie structures!” One of the artists grinned excitedly.

“I want San and Yeosang!” 

“I want Yunho and Jongho!”

“I guess that leaves me with Seonghwa and Wooyoung” She chuckled at the other artists' excitement for their preferred members. 

She twirled her chair, motioning for the oldest to take a seat, “Okay, I was told we’re doing natural looks, so give me a moment to find which shade is yours and we can get started,” She explained, grabbing his hand to give a few test strokes, it didn’t take long for her to finish, Seonghwa’s face sculpted beautifully that he didn’t need much to enhance his natural features, when she finished she gave her brush a kiss, a habit she had picked up when she first started practicing makeup as a way to thank her brushes for their help. To be fair she did start practicing at 7 so it wasn’t saying much that she had a childish quirk. A childish quirk that everyone in the room caught, almost cooing at the notion that they could tell was pure muscle memory at this point.

“My turn!” Wooyoung chirped, all but shoving Seonghwa out of the chair to take his place, almost bouncing in his seat as he saw a new target for his teasing. But his words got caught in his throat as her hand touched his to figure out his shade, she tried tugging her hand away but what felt like a magnetic pull held their skin together.

“What the?” She gasped in shock, trying to pull her hand away yet again but it stuck stronger than before.

“This is gonna be a problem.” Hongjoong commented as he took in the scene, rushing away to find the manager.

“Well you could’ve just said you were attracted to me.”Wooyoung poked fun, only to receive narrowed eyes in return.

“You know what’s going on, what is it?”

“I think you’re my soulmate.”

“Uh, I don't have a soulmate.” She frowned, confused by the situation.

“Ah that might be where you’re wrong, Wooyoung’s soul bond is that upon touching you won't be able to break physical contact for 24 hours.”  Their manager said as he entered the room, making all attention turn to him. 

“What!” She squeaked, eyes widening as her face blushed, being stuck to an attractive idol all day was not in her agenda for the day.

“Does this mean I get to ditch the schedule and cuddle all day?” Wooyoung grinned cheekily, intertwining his fingers with his newly found soulmate so it wasn’t so awkward.

“No what’s going to happen is you’re going to touch legs so she can finish your makeup, then you’ll hold hands til we get to the set, then you’ll touch feet, sorry hon we’ll make a pallet on the floor or something in front of the guys so we can film from waist up.”

This was too much, thankfully Wooyoung picked up on her escalated breathing and swiftly pulled her into him, knowing that the more contact the calmer she’ll get. 

“Well, this is going to be an interesting day.” Yunho grinned, excited to see how the day would play out.

#ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez fanfiction #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung imagine #wooyoung imagines #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #kpop imagines #kpop idol x reader #idol x reader #kpop #fanfic #kpop scenarioes #idol imagines

[yunholuvrr]

we all need love chapter 6.

chapter summary: third date's a charm, right?

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: we have finally gotten to the smut (minors dni), petnames, pretty tame for now i think, let me know if i should add anything else !

word count: 4.0k

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[Wooyoung] Whooooo wants to go the bar with me friday night? 

[Choi Jongho] Absolutely no one.

[Choi San] I don’t think that day will work

[Yunho] I’m busy sorry!

[Wooyoung] Bro... what about y/n i can always depend on you right

I’m also busy…

[Wooyoung] I miss work for one day and suddenly everyone has plans :( 

[Kim Hongjoong] woo are you dumb

[Wooyoung] Wait a second

[Wooyoung] Oh my god.

[Wooyoung] You know what I think I’ll do a movie night instead! By myself!

[Song Mingi] i’ll join you 

“Well someone’s happy today!” Wooyoung teases as you walk into the office. He’s been relentless everyday, spouting some combination of encouraging support and playful jabs.

“10 hours,” you sigh as you sink down into your cubicle. Your workload was easy enough this week, but you kept getting distracted easily, the mere thought of making things ~official~ sending you into daydream mode. Wooyoung always snapped you out of it with a lighthearted jab, you knew he found it just as funny as you did.

“You know if he does anything you don’t like-”

“You will all yell at Yunho so he never hurts me again, I know,” you cut him off. Every single one of them has pulled you aside or privately texted you to express just how much they’ll defend you if anything happens.

He only chuckles, “I just wanna make sure you know! He’s a really nice guy, but things happen, I don’t know.”

“I can fend for myself, but I appreciate the backup,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile.

“I’m so excited for you guys, really! His last relationship didn’t end terribly or anything, but he’s such a romantic person I was hoping someone deserving of him came along.” He sounds more serious now, and it hasn’t really crossed your mind what Yunho would be coming to the table with. You’ve been so focused on how much you’ll have to explain about yourself. “Please don’t break his heart, okay?” Wooyoung makes one last quiet request before turning to his own screen and settling into work mode for the day. You don't respond, but you repeat his words to yourself mentally. You won't break any hearts this summer.

You started getting ready almost immediately after getting home, risking no chance of running late. The place he picked out wasn’t fancy in the slightest, so you went light on the outfit, a nice denim skirt and cute top. The plan didn’t necessarily include either one of you coming home for the night, but you tidied up the living room just in case. You didn’t really mind the thought of him in your apartment anyway.

The road you live on is fairly quiet at this hour, so you figure the next car you hear pull up to the building must be him. You take one last look in the mirror before grabbing your bag and nearly jumping down the stairs. It still didn’t feel real in your head, such a perfect person being into you as much as you’re into them. Intrusive thoughts of how quickly you could sabotage the date only flood your mind briefly before you open the front doors and spot Yunho standing against his car.

“Are you ready?” he beams at you, holding out a hand to help you into the front seat. 

You giggle and accept the offer, “more than I’ll ever be.”

The interior is all sleek black. It doesn’t look brand new, but it’s clean and orderly. It smells like him. You fidget with the hem of your skirt as he rounds the car and settles into the driver’s seat. 

“Anything in particular you want to listen to?” You tilt your head at the question, and he quickly adds that it’s okay if you don’t.

“No I like listening to music, I’m just not sure what I should show you,” chuckling, you whip out your phone and scan through your playlist. Yunho has mentioned a few of his favorite songs in conversation, and seeing as neither of you were particularly picky it shouldn’t be so hard to find something. You make up your mind and press play.

“Fun,” he bops his head to the beat, occasionally tapping a finger on the steering wheel. The car ride is mostly silent between you two, and you can’t tell if he’s just as nervous. Ever since San told him your feelings, he’s had a new aura around him. He’s playful and teases you to no end, like the rest of them, but surely he must be giddy too? Maybe he has more experience than you thought.

The hostess guides you to a small window seat, but by now it’s completely dark outside. She hands two menus to you before tending to the next reservation, and you settle into the booth. You had mentioned in the car that you like knowing what to order beforehand, and Yunho offered to order it for you, so you had nothing to do for the next few minutes. If the way his eyes rake over the laminated sheet means anything, he must be starving. His hair is parted down the middle, somewhat pushed out of his face, and his face is scrunched cutely in concentration. He’s wearing a button down and slacks, but it doesn’t look so formal that it stands out. He’s good at looking effortlessly put together.

“Good evening! Can I get you started with some drinks?” A waiter appears in front of your table, directing all his attention to Yunho. You expected as much, and gladly let him take the lead.

“Actually I think we’re ready to order!” He takes one last look at the menu before reciting both your orders perfectly. Once he’s sure the waiter has them down correctly and is out of earshot, he lets out a long sigh.

“That didn’t upset you, did it?” He frowns a little, “I don’t know why he didn’t even acknowledge you.”

“Oh no it’s fine I promise,” you take one of his hands into your own, “it was a shitty move but I hate speaking so it works out in my favor.”

“As long as you’re fine,” he sighs again and squeezes your hand. No one’s ever really noticed that before, at least not while you were on dates. You always subconsciously clocked it as some form of sexism but never made a fuss, so seeing Yunho so distraught is a foreign feeling. You’re eager to change the subject.

“So what made you like me?” Smooth, definitely not too direct at all.

“Oh?” He chuckles, “I thought I already told you why when we were at the park. I feel so comfortable around you, and you’re really good at what you do. It’s admirable.”

“That can’t possibly be enough to have a crush on-”

“You’re incredibly pretty, too,” his hand that was sitting in yours pulls away to rest on his cheek, tilting his head playfully, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you arrived.”

You stare, shocked, as the waiter comes back to drop off complimentary water and a promise of food coming soon. He only grins, stirring the ice in his cup with a straw before taking a sip. This wasn’t the shy, polite man you originally liked, but his teasing only makes you want him more.

“Too forward?”

You shake your head a bit too aggressively, almost completely ruining your hair, “No no no, I have too! You’re really cute.” No amount of talking could help you recover from how flustered you are right now.

“Aw,” fluttering his lashes, “so that’s why you like me?”

“I mean you’re also just really nice and observant of everyone around you,” you start fiddling with your own cup, “I guess I just felt comfortable with you, too.”

“Good to know the feeling’s mutual,” he breaks his teasing act and chuckles, and you can only manage to nurse the ice cold water in front of you. “I’m sure the guys have bugged you a lot so I don’t know what you know, but it’s been a long time since I’ve liked someone so much. It’s nice.”

His ears are that familiar bright red again, “are you nervous, Yunho?”

“Only a little,” he blushes even more at the question, rubbing his ears a bit and giggling, “are you?”

You nod, “I got dumped earlier this year and I wasn’t planning on doing anything this summer, so yeah. A little more than you are.”

“Why did he dump you?” A face of genuine confusion washes over him. It’s not that he thought it was a red flag, he just couldn’t think of a single reason anyone would abandon you. 

“Ah, she just,” you sigh, wondering how much you should share. If you were a good person, you’d tell him everything. You’d tell him what your heart really desires and why your friends were being so mean that night you spent in his apartment. You’d be transparent about what you want out of a relationship, because that’s what first dates are for right?

“Sorry for assuming!” He shakes his head, “you can continue, though, I promise.”

“I think she just grew apart from me, I don’t know? We spent all of college together, but I think we were going in different directions.” He nods understandingly, and you feel a ping of guilt in your gut. 

“Yeah that happens. I had a girlfriend my freshman year, but we ended up not having a lot of overlapping interests or anything. Conversations fizzled out quick.”

It’s your turn to nod, and Wooyoung’s words rattle around in your brain. Yunho’s a romantic, someone who puts his all into everything, including relationships. You could tell as much just seeing how he interacts with his friends, but hearing the disappointment in his voice scares you. The slight guilt you felt has grown into a consistent, dull ache of anxiety.

“Have you seen anyone since then?” You shuffle a bit in your seat, your breakups lingering in the air.

He nods, chuckling, “a few flings here and there, but nothing substantial. I don’t really love hookup culture, but I haven’t found anyone I really like.” 

“Until now!” 

“Right! Now I have someone I want to impress. She’s so pretty and nice, I just want to take care of her.” He stares at you fondly now, still blushing from his round cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“Oh really?” You trace the rim of your now empty cup with one finger. 

“Mm, all my friends like her too. I think she’s perfect for me.” 

“You’re so corny,” you laugh, slapping his hand. The anxiety fades as quickly as it appeared.

Your waiter might have the worst timing imaginable, because not even 2 seconds later does he plop a large slab of steak in front of Yunho. “Sorry ma’am, your meal will be out in just a few minutes!” You nod and watch him scurry back to the kitchen. When you turn your attention back to Yunho, his eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Do you mind if I eat first?” He doesn’t look up at you, but you tell him it’s fine and watch as he instantly tears into his dinner, nodding excitedly at the first bite and shaking a fist as if he’s won the lottery. Your dish arrives a few minutes later as promised and you dig in as well, falling into a comfortable silence. Bits and pieces of conversations around you pass by, waiters rushing back and forth, a TV quietly playing golf highlights at the bar. You don’t want the night to end.

“This is your place right?” He pulls up to the curb and turns down the music. The car ride home was comfortable, both tired after some of the most filling and delicious meals you’ve had in a while. Fresh anxiety pooled in your gut at the thought of leaving him now.

“Do you want to come inside?” You offer and he’s smiling at you like he thought you’d never ask. “We could play games or something?”

“What games do you have?” He turns the car off and unlocks the doors, turning as much as he can to face you.

“I have a switch! I can start up Mario Kart or something,” his eyes sparkle at that, and you smile at your successful plan.

“Are you any good?”

“Better than you I bet,” you raise an eyebrow. He copies your expression before silently getting out of the car, and you follow. He doesn’t say a word as you lead him up the steps to your apartment on the second floor, or as you slink into your living room and settle in. You boot up your switch and download Mario Kart, and he only grins at you from his side of the couch when you hand him a controller.

“If I win,” he starts, eyes trained on the screen as he selects his kart setup, “I get to kiss you.”

You lean back into the couch and lock in your own kart, “deal.”

You tried your best, you really did. It might’ve been your best effort in the history of owning this game, even. But Yunho placed first in all four races easily, and by the last one he was so excited he barely waited for the scoreboard to appear before throwing the joycon to the side and grabbing your arm.

“This isn’t fair! I didn’t know you were a pro at this,” you argue, letting him move you with ease, thighs fully touching now and one arm slung around your shoulders.

“It was completely fair,” he chuckles just above your head. You look up and see his signature crooked smile plastered across his face, annoyingly proud of his own victory. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“And now I get my prize.”

This time you’re prepared. It lasts longer than the kiss at the subway, his movements slow and intentional. His soft lips melt against yours and you feel his grip on you tighten a little, but it’s innocent. This time, you don’t let him pull away, though. Your hands wrap around his neck and you kiss back, leaning into him. He lets out a small, cute gasp before accepting you, and it all feels so natural. His lips moving against yours, your skin running hot beneath his hand, your leg against his. He tests the waters and swipes his tongue across your lip and you quickly respond, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He moves slowly and curiously, as if he has all the time in the world to explore you and he wants to spend every last second of it. But when his hand traces down your side to rest on your hip you know you need more.

“Lean back,” you finally pull away. He listens immediately, eyes glazed over with infatuation as he watches you swing one leg around him and sit comfortably in his lap. Your skirt rides up to your hips and his hands rub the newly exposed skin of your thighs, sending goosebumps down your legs.

“You know I really didn’t have any intention to sleep with you on the first date,” he mumbles, but you ignore him. You lean down and press soft kisses up his neck, purposely hitting every pretty mole on him, before making your way to his ear.

“Third,” you correct, “and it doesn’t matter, because it’s my intention now.” You feel his grip on you tighten even more and you continue to work your way painfully slowly down his neck, from one side to the other. He lets out shaky sighs at every small nip and suck, hands now fervently roaming around your body, squeezing any skin he can find. His fingers slide beneath your shirt and you can feel him make quick work of your bra, pushing you up just enough to slide both garments off.

You swear you feel him twitch beneath you, and he makes no effort to hide the way he takes in your exposed body, “where’s your room?” You can barely hear him, not when you’re so focused on the marks you’ve left on him and his blown out look. When you don’t respond, he pulls your hips forward, grinding against you. “Baby, your room?”

“The door with the poster on it,” you sigh at the friction. He wraps both hands firmly around your ass and stands up, effortlessly carrying you to your bed. He places you gently on the edge before nearly ripping off his shirt and pants, leaving nothing but the impossibly large tent in his underwear. You don’t have time to take in the sight, his large frame quickly maneuvering on top of you.

“I’d usually be more calm, but you’re so beautiful I can’t help myself,” he whispers, making his way down your neck. His kisses are aggressive and sloppy now, but just as slow as you were on him. His dick is pressed flush against your thigh, but when you try to roll your hips for some relief he presses you down with a firm hand. “Let me have my fun, love.” 

All you can do is whine his name, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks on your skin. At this point your clit is throbbing, heat spreading through you at every touch of his, but you know if you move again he’ll only get meaner. Part of you wants to try. 

“Can I?” You feel slender fingers hook under your skirt and panties, and when you only whine his name again in response he takes no time pulling them off you. 

“Yunho please,” you feel like you might start crying if he doesn’t touch you soon.

“So pretty for me.” He drops the last of your clothing on the floor behind him. “Did I get you this worked up already?”

Your legs falter a bit at his words, but he keeps his broad chest in between them, spreading you wide enough for his liking. You want to beg more, but he must read your mind because before you open your mouth his tongue is flat against your heat. He’s teasing at first, kitten licks with little pressure, but when you genuinely moan for the first time he gets to business. One hand wrapped around your thigh, the other makes its way below his busy mouth. Two fingers glide in, setting a slow and steady pace that only builds you up more. 

He pulls up only briefly, fingers still going, to take in your blissed out state. You look back down at him at the loss of contact, but he only smirks, “I want you to watch me, love.”

All you can do is nod, struggling not to throw your head back into your covers as he goes back down. His long fingers brush against all the right places, his tongue flicking in perfect time to your building orgasm. He doesn’t speed up or slow down, he just keeps going until he feels your plush thighs clench around either side of him. You mumble his name over and over as it finally washes over you, feeling him lap up every last drop and holding your hips close to him.

“Fuck,” Yunho sighs, finally sitting up and letting your legs lay flat.

“How are you so good at that?” You prop yourself up on your elbows. Your head starts pounding a bit, but you still want more.

He chuckles and turns behind him, searching through his slacks left abandoned on the floor, “I told you I’ve had hookups every so often. I’m not clueless, you know.” 

“I need to see what else you can do,” you tease, and just as you say it he produces a metal condom wrapper, grinning.

“Well you’re about to, if you’re up to it?” You almost ask why you wouldn’t be, but then you see it. You’ve only taken a few dicks in your life, but his was certainly the largest. He pumps a few times waiting for your response, parting his lips at the feeling.

“Yunho,” you mumble, taking in the sight. A thin sheen of sweat already covers his forehead, cheeks and chest a light shade of pink. He’s staring back at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he etches your form into his memory. 

“Is that a yes?” You nod and he slips the condom on before leaning back down over you. He kisses you again, as deep as humanly possible, and lines up with you. “Promise me you’ll say something if it hurts, okay?”

“I promise,” you smile up at him and he kisses you again, entering softly. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting, but it’s only for a second before you’re pulling him closer. He thrusts in again, fully burying himself this time, and you feel him groan against your lips. 

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He sighs above you, setting a steady pace that has you digging into his shoulders. He drops his head into the crook of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on your hot skin in between his panting. You can’t help the stream of moans and curses that leave your mouth, you’ll have to deal with your neighbors’ complaints tomorrow. 

One of his hands snakes down to your thigh again and he slows down to readjust. He leaves one last sloppy kiss on your jaw before straightening up and pushing your legs back, folding you in half. You grip the sheets until your knuckles pale, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of him bottoming out in this position. He pistons into you, strangled breaths leaving his lips. You grab a pillow and bite down as hard as possible, it’s the only thing stopping you from screaming at the top of your lungs. 

He gets sloppy quickly and you nearly orgasm at the sound of him groaning your name alone, voice deep and broken. His hips stutter, slamming into you one last time before he collapses on top of you. You both take deep breaths in tandem, recovering slowly and rubbing circles into his skin. He presses gentle kisses along your neck until he finds the energy to get up again, giving you a squeeze before sliding out.

“Did I wow you?” He jokes, discarding the condom and wrapper and finding a small towel to clean up with.

“Mm, I don’t know. Might have to try again,” you laugh, “there’s more towels in the bathroom across the hall.”

“We can in the morning baby,” his laughter is the last thing you hear as he disappears into the hallway. He quickly returns with a fresh wash cloth and a cup of water for you. You hold out a hand for the cloth, but he waves you away, cleaning you up himself. It’s so natural and careful you almost completely forget he was a stranger just a few weeks ago. You almost forget how temporary this all is.

“Don’t you need to get home?” you take a sip of water and hope it helps the dull headache from being jostled around.

He scoffs at you, genuinely surprised, “are you kidding me?”

“I just didn’t know if,”

“If I was joking about having you in the morning, too? Let me cuddle you to sleep or so help me god,” Yunho turns the lights off and flops onto the other side of your bed, tugging your arm. The longer you wait, the more he pouts and tugs, but eventually you give in.

You can’t help but leave small kisses all over each other as you lay entangled in the dark, neither of you wanting to fall asleep yet. His energy is overwhelming, heart beating softly against your cheek, thumbs rubbing small circles into your arms. You think this is the first night since you’ve arrived that you won’t end the day worried, that maybe this was the best possible way your night could’ve gone. Maybe the next few months will be okay. Maybe you should get some sleep.

And then you wake up, and he’s gone.

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[yoonqua]

todo cambio

a/n: quick little thought i had during class today lol

jung wooyoung x reader // word count: 833 // non idol au

“Would you kiss me or slap me?” 

You stared at the guy who decided to stop you and your friend from making your way to class–completely dumbfounded. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he simply smiles at you, eyes crinkling more as time went on without your answer as if it were the most normal thing to ask during finals week. 

You squint your eyes as if to ask “seriously?” and in response, he closes his mouth and grins while slightly moving the mic closer to your mouth. You look to the right where you see his friend (you assume) recording on a phone. 

Sadly, you knew these two motherfuckers, although not personally. You’ve seen the one with the tiny mic on the school's dance team and the one recording is in your Econ class. You never paid too much attention to them, but you thought they were as normal as boys can be at your age. Honestly, you didn’t think people at your school would participate in this sad and embarrassing TikTok trend. You’ve even spent hours laughing with your friends at the responses those people get, you never thought you'd be a victim.

“Why would I kiss a stranger?” you say after the longest 5 seconds of silence in your life.

“Please,” he says, “Anyone would want to kiss this.” 

“Please,” you mimic.

“Sorry,” Ryujin–your lifesaving best friend begins, “We really gotta get to class–”

“Kiss or slap,” Wooyoung says again.

“We’re on live,” his friend–San–whispers behind the telephone.

You simply put up the middle finger at the camera and slip your backpack off your shoulders, tired of these idiots for wasting your time. Ryujin seems to know what you’re gonna do (as in, completely obliterate the guy) and shakes her head at you.

“No, no,” You say to her and shooing her back, “he asked for it, so I’m gonna deliver.”

Wooyoung, who can probably guess what’s going to happen, feels slightly scared as he sees you stretch your arms and roll your head, “Hold on–you work out right?” he asked to gain some time before the inevitable.

“I’m on the volleyball team, Jung.”

“You do know me! See, not stranger,” He says in an attempt to sway your decision.

“Nope,” you say and point to the camera, “No backing out now, I made my decision cause I’m not kissing you.”

“It can be on the cheek! A peck!”

“Now, stick your head out for me,” you say as you get in position for optimal volleyball serving. Knees parallel to your shoulders, dominant hand in L shape, non-dominant hand straight out.

“I don’t have all day, Wooyoung.” He sighs and obeys your command. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stretches his neck out and begins to say a prayer that you don’t completely knock him out.

Yeosang is a manager for the volleyball team and San shares a class with you, so they’ve all seen you play and they know you’re a powerful strike. He begins to regret his decision in going up to you, especially when you looked stressed. That is–until he remembers the various (drunken)  conversations he’s had with his friends.

I’d let her slap me. Full force. He had said once in full simp-mode. Damn. Life really does bite you in the ass.

He feels like these last few seconds are too long, so he opens one eye only just in time for your hand to come flying into his cheek. Time moves in slow motion as his face recoils from the impact of your hand. His head turns and he manages to stop himself from falling to the side and instead spins on his heel and walks in a small circle before walking towards you again.

Your eyes widen slowly as if not meaning to create the thunder-clap sound on poor Jung Wooyoung. Ryujin calls out your name. San is sobbing in laughter. Wooyoung pouts and rubs his face where the handprint is fresh

“Ask me that question again,” you say as you regain your previous attitude. Wooyoung grins.

“Okay,” he says, “Would you kiss me or slap me?” He doesn’t know why he did that. He almost just died! Damn his crush for wanting to spend more time with you.

Your eyes widen and you falter in your stance. What is wrong with this dude? Is this a kink of his?you think in worry.  So, instead of slapping him twice, you begin laughing. You shake your head and pick up your backpack.

“You’re crazy, Wooyoung.” you say smiling at him and he practically beams, “Just stick to dancing, bro.” and then you turn around on your merry way to your class. Ryujin begins scolding you for your assault on the school's sweetheart.

San watches as Wooyoung watches you walk away. When you’re out of eye and ear-shot, he turns around to face his friend who was ordered to not actually record (he did) and says, 

“I think I’m in love.” in the dumbest expression.

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Seonghwa had enough with Hongjong being absent all of the time. One of the kids asked of him and Hongjong got divorced (don’t blame Mingi from the Yeonjun incident). He decided put Hongjong in charge, to feel his pain and stop hiding when he needs help.

To Seonghwa surprise, Hongjong did well as when he got home. The house was peaceful which seonghwa was low-key jealous about.

Will Hongjong peaceful reign remain peaceful?

Back at Hongjong and Seonghwa Private Chat

Today 22:00

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Please I am begging you! Don’t leave me alone with the kids again!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I dunno what they do next! What if they touch my earrings or MY LAPTOP. I already lost it once

Seonghwa🌸: It has to be done! You need to step up!

Seonghwa🌸: I will look after the company…maybe I can make my own mixtape

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Then I am not coming home then! You can’t make me! I already had trauma from the kids prank

Seonghwa🌸: Shall I tell the kids, that you pretended to busy…to avoid spending time with them

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Since when you get so smart?

Seonghwa🌸: I’m always smart, you never bother pay attention to me

Seonghwa🌸: You better get back home. You shift starts at 6am

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: 6am!?

Now back present day…

Back at Ateez Family Chat

Seonghwa🌸: HONGJONG! DID YOU DRUG THE KIDS!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: What? Why would I do that, they were already behaving when you left…strangely

Seonghwa🌸: They are behaving so well and EVEN Wooyoung and Yeosang are even playing games together with no screaming

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: You see I can be responsible!

Jongho🍎: Appa is the best! He taught me how to make a song!

Yunho🐶: Appa you should come back home, more often we really missed you!

Yeosang🍗: I don’t know how I manage to sit in room peacefully with Wooyoung

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Yeah…I dunoo when Appa is home. I don’t have the urge to annoy yeosang

Mingi🦄: Mingi loves Eomma ❤️

Jongho🍎: Mingi, stop lying. It gonna hurt more that you were crying when you thought Appa left

Seonghwa🌸: Maybe I should leave you Appa in charge more SINCE you all love him

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: NO! The kids will miss you!

Jongho🍎: I will be glad, if he left for a month

Yeosang🍗: Same…he talks a lot

Yunho🐶: Come one guys…Eomma sometimes worries too much but that he’s thing

Mingi🦄: I love Eomma and Appa the best

Mingi🦄: And Jongho shut up! Before you make Eomma even more sad

San🗻: I HATE YOU ALL AND ESPECIALLY APPA

Seonghwa🌸: AHA! Finally someone said it

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: San?

Seonghwa🌸: Is he in hulk mode?

San🗻: I’m upset! You all are stealing MY Appa away from me! I saw him first!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Ermmm, look at the time. It’s time for me to sleep! Seonghwa you sort San out…

Seonghwa🌸: What about you being responsible!

San🗻: APPA BARELY PAID ATTENTION TO ME! He forgot I was in the house as he forgot to make dinner for me!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I don’t want to be here but your Eomma is literally glaring at me

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: San, I don’t remember who said you on field trip today

San🗻: Who made up that rumour! I have been here all day!

Mingi🦄: Ohhh that…

Jongho🍎: Be quiet Mingi! It’s a secret!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Wait what? San has been here all day! Why didn’t anyone tell me!

Seonghwa🌸: That explains everything now! I’m sorry to say this the kids are your pulling leg plus San

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Before y’all oldies blame me! It’s not me! I will never do such thing to San!

San🗻: I know my Wooyoungie and yeosangie will never betray me

Hongjong🗻: Why would they do that to San unless they are jealous of San and I relationship

Jongho🍎: Maybe that person or people just want some love

San🗻: Wooyoung and Yeosang we have a crime to solve! Get them punish for stealing my Appa time!

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[atolua]

𖥻  YUEHUA ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚.  spring  of  2023

EDITION .. shout out to mama zhang; thank you to papa zhang!

FEATURING .. lua’s teezers ˚ inka cherinsuk ˚ han jisung

CW(S) .. suspicious behavior from the boyfie, inka collects blackmail material  &  existence of cake and twister

MONA SAYS ..  sobs bc i posted this a week too early so pretend you haven’t seen this

at this moment in time, lua is craving for her bed. it can’t be helped; three hours of dance practice really wears a person out. and while the dinner that the girls treated her to was lovely, it barely pulled her energy up.

(but her tummy was happy so she supposes it did do something.)

“thanks for dropping me off,” she tells her manager before stepping out of the car.

while walking to the dorm, she rummages through her bag for her phone. a bit of lua hopes that she finally got a text back from her boyfriend, but it’s crushed by the lack of notifications.

tsk, there goes the rise of her suspicions.

it’s a rarity for jisung to leave her on seen. even when he’s in producer mode, he always sends at least a heart or a selfie.

lua shakes her head, dispelling those thoughts in favor of opening the door to her dorm. not even a foot in and she already feels wary because when has the place ever been this quiet?

is it already that late? she checks the time on her watch—kind of, but there’s usually at least one member who’s trying to keep their keyboard pressing to a minimum volume.

did they go somewhere? no, they’d shoot her a message if they did.. so what the fuck is going on?

“star? min? anyone home?” she cautiously calls out while walking down the hallway. with one hand tightly clutching onto her bag, lua turns toward the living room and blindly searches for the light switch. “i swear it was just here yesterday—”

“surprise!”

the sudden yells elicit the orange haired girl to jump back and drop her bag. when she comes down from her shock, she finally absorbs the scene: her members stand there with wide smiles on their face, party hats atop of their heads, and a red velvet cake in jongho’s hands.

and the best part? they have company.

“inka!” lua throws her arms around her best friend, pulling her in a tight embrace. (it doesn’t matter if she just saw the younger female a couple weeks ago, she still missed her a lot.)

out of the corner of her peripheral view, she sees jisung pouting, arms open wide. “hey.. what about me?”

“wait your turn, it’s not my fault yue loves me more.” inka playfully gloats, causing a river of chuckles to flow through the group.

wooyoung, never the recipient of best in assurance award for a reason, pats the sulking boy’s shoulder and tells him, “you’ll get used to it. we did after frequently hearing her fangirl over sunmi-sunbaenim.”

“don’t forget that for this past month, it’s been hourglass-sunbaenim.”

(yeosang’s another one who has never won that award.)

“alright, that’s enough tattling.” is what lua says once she finally pulls away from her best friend. “so what’s the cake for?”

“to celebrate your birthday, silly!” wooyoung cheers, his antics supported by mingi’s clapping.

“wait, it’s my what?”

this time, seonghwa speaks up. “today’s your birthday. did you not realize that?”

“..no?”

“well i guess we can consider this surprise a success. happy birthday, moonlight.” the eldest male gives her a small hug before stepping back to let san put a party hat on her, along with a greeting. “happy birthday, bambi.”

she pulls him in for a hug too and mumbles, “thank you, sannie.”

the party commences from there. after lua had blown out the candle on her cake (and got icing smeared on her face, courtesy of jisung and wooyoung, who got the same treatment) everyone had scattered across the living room. some were enjoying a slice of cake, a couple were arranging the gifts that had been hidden in the spare room, and others were chatting with the birthday girl.

“so this is why you seenzoned me, hm?” she teases her boyfriend who splutters, the apples of cheeks slowly blossoming into a rosy tint.

yunho laughs at the sight and inputs, “it was quite the scene, he was panicking so much that he almost dropped his phone.“

“i just didn’t wanna ruin the surprise..” jisung weakly defends himself before deciding that hiding his face in the crook of his girlfriend’s neck will save him.

(judging by the keep it pg guys! that wooyoung throws at them, it does the opposite. though the remark yeosang slides in on their behalf kind of soothes the embarrassment.)

everyone appears to be having fun, they’re seemingly enjoying themselves, especially due to seonghwa pulling out the twister game.

“when did hwa even purchase that toy?” she whispers to hongjoong who shrugs his shoulders. “i think we should be more worried about what will happen if mingi has to put a hand or foot on the red circle.”

sure enough, the blonde giant decides to forfeit rather than risk the chance of ripping his favourite joggers.

but lua doesn’t watch much more after that, not when she notices someone missing from all the fun. so after giving her slice to hongjoong, she heads over to the dining table, where inka sits all by herself.

“knock knock~” she raps her knuckles on the surface before taking the seat next to her. noting the small jolt in the younger, lua lightly jokes, “i’m no telepath but i feel like you have something you’d like to tell me.”

inka gives her a small smile. “i was just thinking of how grateful i am that you came to train at jyp. accidentally walking into that practice room was a blessing, and i’m not ever going to take it for granted; not when it gave me you. it doesn’t matter what else life decides to throw at us, i’m always going to be here for you, and i have faith that you’ll do the same for me.”

lua tugs at the sleeves of her cropped cardigan to wipe the tears that fall from her eyes. then she takes her best friend’s hands in hers and promises, “regardless of what happens, or where we find ourselves in the future, i’ll never stop supporting you.”

she quickly swipes away inka’s tears, aware that she doesn’t want the others to see, and pulls her in for another embrace. her hand gently caresses her back, a gesture she’d always do whenever she wanted to comfort her, but didn’t know what words to use.

they stay like that for a little longer before jisung yells out, “i won!”

the two girls decide to vacate the dining room and watch the winner be congratulated by his rivals. seeing as how they didn’t really have a prize, hongjoong concocts an impromptu reward and whispers it to seonghwa.

the older member seems to agree with it, for he smirks slightly. “and now, you shall get a kiss from the birthday girl.”

“huh? but is she okay with that? i mean yeah- yes she is my girlfriend but-” a kiss on the cheeks is all it takes for the blushing male to malfunction.

a click rings through the room, followed by inka mumbling, “saving that for future confidential purposes.”

laughter follows suit again. “alright, next round. winner gets a hug from the birthday girl!“ hongjoong announces, shortly sticking his tongue out at the light smack lua delivers to his arm.

at this moment in time, all lua craves is to have this.. night (or is it considered day?) captured in her memories. because moments like these have energy surging through her body.

and those ten people, the ones who try to keep their balance while intentionally bumping each other, a couple merely spectating while eating cake, plus the one sitting next to her with his hand entwined with hers?

they are one of the reasons she doesn’t regret choosing this life.

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[ateezmakemeweep]

playing with fire (part 5)

word count: 19k

angst, fluff, smut 

(part 4) (series masterlist)

your first real wedding shoot, not some drunken experience with a tipsy bride and sneaky, charismatic boyfriend, was one of the greatest things you'd ever experienced.

the moment you walked into the church, the pews lined with pastel pink ribbon and flowers, you knew it was gonna be a good day.

it was the distraction you needed from your awkward morning, waking up beside yunho and feeling his presence against your back.

his neck fanned your skin in such a familiar but foreign way, waking that way with seonghwa each and every morning but this time feeling very different. 

it was different in the way your mind knew it was wrong before your body could react, sighing against him and feeling his warmth for a few fleeting moments before you realized who it was beside you.

realized just how stupid and reckless and truly inconceivable it was that you not only encountered the one bed dilemma but fell right into its trap. 

it had set the tone for the morning, you bumbling around awkwardly and yunho smirking at you in amusement, before you shook off the worries and focused on the day.

any and all tension you held dissipated the moment the wedding began, the chaotic start of the ceremony with missing bridesmaids and camera equipment and unforeseen circumstances with weather quickly changing to calm.

calm in your body and mind and calm as you and yunho focused on every shot, especially your favorite moment of the groom looking to his bride who was the happiest you’d seen her yet. 

the happy and calm spirit had only carried over into the reception, a good dj and even better food causing you and yunho to let loose even more. you both had taken turns with your plates, never missing a single moment of the wedding that was just as chipper as it was beautiful.

“thank you both so much,” the bride wails later that night, glass after glass of wine chugged leaving her barefoot and drunkenly flushed. 

“i was s-so nervous and stressed,” she hiccuped, looking at you with a happy smile on her face. “but you two made it so much easier. and i already know you did a b-beautiful job.”

“thank you, it was a beautiful day. one of my favorite weddings ever, and i’m not just saying that,” you quip, yunho side eyeing you as he holds back a snort - she doesn’t have to know it’s your first. 

“we have a surprise for you both.”

you could’ve never predicted what the surprise was from your first couple nor the effects it would have on the night until the extra alcohol they paid for, bottles of liquor and wine being thrusted your way before you both could even get out another word.

“go back to the room and enjoy,” the bride whispered to you, a blush creeping on your cheeks at the suggestive tone of her voice. “you both deserve to have fun after your hard work.”

the bride nor groom let you deny their extra gift to you, somehow back at the hotel with handfuls of booze, pulsing feet and a desire to, admittedly, get buzzed after a long ten hour day. 

“has this ever happened before?” you ask, plopped down in the seat across from the singular king-sized bed. 

“what? somehow make out with about seven bottles of liquor for free? no,” yunho chuckles, throwing back his glass of whiskey with barely a flinch. “but wooyoung and san are gonna be fucking pissed when they hear about this.”

you let out a giggle as you sip your red wine, the sweet alcohol on your tongue causing you to hum pleasantly; you definitely needed this after today, as fun as it was.

you can feel how tired your body and mind are, being in professional mode all day and completely overstimulated by the commotion of a large wedding. 

“i can’t wait to to see how they came out and edit them,” you tell yunho with a smile, licking the sweetness from your lips. “hopefully we’re not told they’re corny or childish.”

a wide smirk crosses yunho’s face, just as handsome as it is amused and you suddenly take interest in the subpar painting above the bed you two shared last night. 

“no way, we were a great team,” yunho says with a smile. 

he’s worked with many different people in his career and schooling, never having anyone who’s been too difficult to deal with because everyone has had the same passion and goal. 

but working with you had by far been the easiest, the most natural - and it’s not like he’s surprised by that. 

every part of being with you has come natural since the moment he met you, even the first interview when you were a nervous wreck and he was convinced he was gonna have a sliver of an unprofessional interest in you.  

“it’s never been that easy and seamless working with someone,” he continues honestly, your eyes meeting his as you watch him speak with his usual sweet genuineness. “usually, there’s some type of hiccup or miscommunication, especially with a wedding of that size or length, but it was... kind of perfect.”

you bite the inside of your cheek as you look over the man speaking, his broad body leant back against the bed, large ring-covered hands splayed out against the comforter.

the material of his black dress shirt is stretched against his shoulders in a way you couldn’t help but notice, a part of you thinking (and hoping) your glass of wine is to blame for that. 

“i... i had never done it before so i wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be that easy,” you confess quietly, pouring yourself another glass before crossing your legs in the chair. 

you tell him how much fun it was and how happy you felt today, how every part of the experience was better than the last and you think you know what he means about your professional relationship being so easy and harmonious. 

“it was exactly what i pictured doing this kind of work would be. i... kind of thought i got too lucky in the first place to be honest,” you chuckle out honestly, the room silent and buzzing with a building feeling of enthusiasm.

“what do you mean?” yunho asks, his gaze completely locked and focused on you.

“i just mean i graduate college and get to travel for a year and then find my dream job just ten minutes away from my house. i... none of it seemed real and then you guys are, like, the best people i’ve ever met the day of the interview,” you gush with a flush on your face, the hotel cup loosely held in your hand.

you miss the way a soft smile is making its way on yunho’s face, the feeling in his chest one he knows is growing rapidly tonight with just the two of here. proving how good you work together and seeing how there’s a connection that’s clearly palpable. 

“i just felt like i got so incredibly lucky finding you guys,” you say, a laugh threatening to bubble from your mouth as you recall thinking seonghwa had planted the office right then and there. “i even went as far to think that-”

and in your excited, bubbly, slightly drunken rambling, you don’t even realize the cup slips from your hands until the red wine is all over your white dress shirt and the dingy blue fabric of the chair. 

“oh shit,” you exclaim in surprise, standing up from your spot completely unbothered by your shirt. you’re more so concerned about the bright red liquid staining into the furniture, watching yunho rush into the bathroom before you can even react. 

his tall figure returns a few moments later, white towel soaked with water and soap as he makes his way over to you. there’s a slight flush to his cheeks, probably from the several glasses of expensive whiskey or rushed entrance into the bathroom.

you stand up to take the towel from his hand, a small smile on your face as you try to reach out from the damp cloth.

“thank you, you know i could’ve-”

his hands are dabbing at the red liquid on your shirt before you even realize what’s happening, his large looming height and big hands completely up in your personal space.

you look down and watch as he delicately wipes your shirt, just under the collar  that has you swallowing the building lump in your throat; you shouldn’t be this close to him again.

“i c-could’ve gotten it,” you say, making no move to take the towel or push him away. 

you know you should and you want to but it’s like your body is stuck, watching him handsome relaxed face stay on the stain and his hands never straying from the task at hand. 

“so can i,” he points out, his voice laced with amusement as he bites back a smirk. “you’re lucky you got it most on the chair.”

“i’m lucky my klutziness didn’t happen during the wedding,” you mutter lowly, a chuckle leaving his mouth that sounds far too melodic and deep.

your eyes move from your shirt to him, a deep feeling of guilt building in your stomach.

you know you have at least two unread messages from seonghwa from an hour ago, when you told him you made out with free liquor and a flawless first wedding shoot. 

you want more than anything to be with him now after that, celebrate with him and hear him praise you the way he always does; because, after all, this is all due to him. 

but instead, you’re here with someone else. giggling and smiling and being touched, albeit fairly platonically, with someone who isn’t your boyfriend.

a part of you knows it feels wrong, that your lingering feelings of whatever possibility that could blossom between you and your boss, another taboo relationship which you seem to have an affinity for, aren’t what you want. 

it’s just... another way your life could’ve gone. 

being with someone who is also handsome and kind and looks at you with soft eyes all while having similiar interests as you. 

being the same age and having more things to relate to, like music and tv shows and vines that seonghwa certainly wouldn’t understand or find funny. 

having the same passion for photography and understanding just how much it means to you as a person. 

but you and seonghwa, even with your differences and even with the struggles you faced to be together, are something you know was meant to happen - but it’s also hard not to picture how life on the other side would be.

even though they say the grass isn’t always greener. 

“can i ask you something?” yunho hums, so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even realize he’s cleaned your shirt and is sat back on the edge of the bed. 

a dazed smile crosses your face, half from the drinks and half from your racing mind, as you nod your head at him.

“of course, sorry i was dozing off,” you chuckle breathlessly, tucking your legs under you as you daringly take another sip of your drink. “and thank you for that.”

he smiles his response as his eyes looks over you, the softness and intensity of his gaze making you swallow nervously; if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was about to confess right now.

you think the only thing worse would be him asking you-

“where was your mind just at?”

he can tell by the look that crosses your face that you’re thrown off by his question, hiding his smirk in a glass of whiskey before he cocks his head at you playfully.

“what? you think i didn’t notice?”

an uncontrollable heat creeps up on your cheeks and you let out a short, airy chuckle, twisting and turning in your seat - what are you really supposed to tell him? that you think he’s gonna confess? that you’ve thought about what your life could be, had you not went down the essential sugar baby route of life?

what your life would be like if he was with you. and not even him, someone like him. someone like you, in both age and occupation. 

“whatever it was, you were deep in thought,” he continues, not wanting to push but the liquid courage making him unable to stop talking. so much so that, when your tooth’s in your lip and you’re looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face, he cocks his head to the side. 

“can i ask you something else then? if you feel comfortable answering.”

your eyebrow raises as you look over the man, face relaxed and shoulders broad as he rests his hands back on the bed. 

“sure.”

“have you ever wondered...” he begins, trying to choose his words very carefully within this moment. within his current state of mind and the inappropriate feelings coursing through his veins. 

“what it’d be like to be with someone, like, closer to your age? like... do you think you’re missing out on something?”

“by being with seonghwa?” you question, confused as to where this came from and feeling your stomach twinge. “absolutely not.”

but you also can’t deny your thoughts from just moments ago, how being with someone your age who could relate to you more would set up a completely different dynamic in your life. 

“i think we’re not the typical couple, i guess, who can relate to the same things and life events,” you admit honestly, sometimes encountering those problems in daily life with him. “but it doesn’t take away from the relationship. 

his silence isn’t meant to be reflective, or at least, that wasn’t his complete motive, but your mind seemed to take it that way. mull over in your drunken, hazy mind what it’d be like to be with someone like you. 

your age, interested in your hobbies, freshly out of college - someone like your boss turned friend yunho, for instance. 

“but i guess i have... considered the difference in my life if i was with someone else,” you say, your gaze meeting his that’s focused right in on you. 

“it’d be a completely different, i think. even with the things we’ve been through. i probably wouldn’t have gone through that with someone from my class or something.”

“oh, you mean like them having a wife and daughter to consider?” yunho teases, a smile forming on your lips as you chuckle at the sound of it - you definitely never considered dated eunbi’s father when you first met the two of them. 

“exactly.”

your shy smile meets his teasing, flirty one and you can’t find it in yourself to see it right now. that your boss, the man you once thought was kind with the best of intentions, might have some ulterior motives with this topic of conversation right now. 

“and even just like relating more,” you blurt out, unsure why your mind is filtering through all the reasons a more ‘typical’ age difference is different than one of 17 years.

“i always thought i’d be with someone who liked the same things as me. like art or photographer, something in that realm,” you say, a giggle leaving your mouth at how cheesy and pompous that sounds.

“but seonghwa’s very... business-ey. he’s so charismatic and i’ll see that side of him come out sometimes and it shocks me. because he’s not like that with me but that’s how he is in like every other circumstance.”

at work in meetings.

on the street talking to strangers. 

you even saw it when you were on vacation, the way he’d talk to staff or convinced the couple to let you shoot their wedding.

“you can tell he’s more wise and mature than me. a certain type of confidence from being so aged and well-rehearsed in life.”

you know you’re drunk by the way you’re rambling on and on, not even sure if your words are making sense but more so just letting them pour out of you. nonstop, completely off the rails, as yunho just sits there with a soft look in his eye and a growing feeling of hope in his chest. 

because this must mean you have your doubts about him, right? you sure seem to just keep talking.

“so sometimes... i guess i could be curious about how my life would be with someone different. someone i could go on real double dates with with eunbi or who i didn’t have such a rocky, taboo start with,” you express honestly, something you would never disclose to either of the park family members.

you remember the first the first few weeks of class when you scoped out the guys, excited and curious to see the types of people that you shared an obvious interest with.

but you had never been more uninterested and turned off in your life - apparently because they weren’t tall, handsome and twenty years older.

“someone i met in photographer class or something,” you chuckle out, “that would’ve been nice since i seem to get along with them so well.”

the room is silent for a few moments after you pause, your eyes moving up to see yunho watching you closely. his light, sweet eyes now dark and looking over you, trailing up and down your flushed face and stained shirt.

your stomach swoops nervously when he gets up from the bed, making the short distance over to you until you’re against the table and he’s a few feet away. his large body looming above yours, eyes searching his before your lip falls between your teeth nervously. 

why is he looking at you like that? and why is your heart starting to pound just a little harder in your chest?

“we get along well,” he says, his voice dropped with a certain kind of softness and depth you’ve never heard before; maybe because you’ve never heard him drunk before, with a few whiskies in him that has his cheeks flushed pink.

“i... we do,” you squeak out, your eyes unwavering as you look at him. they’re staring back just as intensely, hands lingering at his sides because if they don’t, he knows they’d be tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“i don’t know if you really understand how rare this is,” he says, the feeling that’s been inside him all day finally coming out in this very moment. “to be and work with someone and everything feel... so natural. since i met you, i’ve been so comfortable with you, y/n.”

“i... i’ve been comfortable with you too. we work well together,” you say, your voice shaking with nerves. 

because ever since day one, when he made you feel comfortable and welcomed during your interview, you’ve felt connected to yunho. your relationship was easy and natural and nothing was ever forced or weird.

it was a different type of dynamic than the one you had with the rest of your coworkers, all playful and teasing and gossipy. 

he had listened to you about your concerns with seonghwa before and told you about his tragic relationship that, in some ways, was like yours. there was something more deep and raw about your connection and it carried over into your work today. 

“and it’s always been easy with you,” you confirm, not even realizing the effect your words have on him. 

“i feel the same way,” he says, his large hand finally finding its way to yours. 

he doesn’t fully hold your hand but you can feel his long fingers playing with yours, cold and slightly rough in contrast to your warm, soft ones. the feeling causes a foreign feeling to shoot through your chest, the first being guilt because it feels so much different from seonghwa’s.

it’s bigger and wider and you feel the weight of his rings on your hand. it doesn’t feel as right but it also doesn’t feel bad, your eyes meeting his just as his eyes move to your lips.

“we’re good together, y/n. we could be really good together.”

but it doesn’t feel like you’re talking about work anymore. 

not with the way his hand in toying with yours, his eyes moving to your lips and your own following because the thick tension between you two is making you feel weird. 

this definitely isn’t a boss/worker dynamic and it definitely doesn’t feel like you should be doing this, seonghwa lingering in the back of your mind as you think about how you have to call him back still. 

but you also can’t deny how your dazed mind is thinking that, yeah, maybe in another life, you and yunho could’ve been good. he’s what you imagined when you thought about a relationship after college.

someone who could understand everything about you, hobbies and interests included, and who you could work with every single day. someone sweet and kind and who everything felt natural with.

someone who looks at you like they couldn’t be more fascinated by you and the talent you hold, even if sometimes you don’t see it yourself. 

“we... we could,” you say, the lump in your throat so tight, you can barely get the words out. 

his eyes fall to your lips one more time and you swear his head moves just a little closer to yours, a few beats of silence passing as his eyes fall to your lips.

the movement causes you to swallow nervously, licking over them quickly before, maybe, for a split second, your own gaze drops to his mouth. lips that look nothing like seonghwa’s, could never make you as excited or eager to kiss as your boyfriend waiting at home.

your phone starts buzzing on the table behind you, causing you to jump away from yunho and snatch it up with a mumbled, “sorry.” yunho watches you disappear into the bathroom, your softly spoken “hi,” causing his stomach to twist painfully. 

he wants you and it’s taken him months to see that. put the reservations he knows he should have aside and go all in for you; and it’s seemed to pay off because a tiny part of him believes, maybe, you want him too now. 

even though, after that, when you come out of the bathroom, guilt and confusion heavy in the pit of your stomach, you tell him you’re feeling tired and wanna go to sleep.

the first thing you’re able to register is yunho’s lips on yours.

soft, warm, unfamiliar lips that don’t feel right or like they belong there.

it makes a feeling of shock rip through you, your body frozen as the man towering over you kisses you with an apprehensive but forceful touch - probably from the slight anger and bite behind your exchanged words.

your shock is quickly mixed with outrage and anger, your hands flying to your bosses chest, because that’s what he is, your boss, when you finally realize what’s going on.

“are you crazy?” you spit out, his eyes wide and just as shocked as yours when you push him away. “you’re my boss, yunho! i have a boyfriend! what do you think you’re-”

“you have a boyfriend who’s not good for you,” yunho growls, overcome with shock about his actions but not finding himself regretful at all. 

“if he was, you wouldn’t have had all your doubts that night. he’s a grown adult who put you and your relationships at jeopardy, y/n, how can you not see how wrong that is?”

“i’m a grown adult too so even if i had any doubts, which i don’t, it wouldn’t be any of your business!” you say, not used to speaking to yunho this way. 

the tension between you two had been palpable ever since you got back from your trip a few days ago, the two you of avoiding the elephant in the room as wooyoung, san and jongho eye each other suspiciously. 

“do you think something happened?” san whispered to his friend, watching as you and yunho avoided each others gazes and kept your conversations to a minimum. 

anytime you were talking to him, yunho would go into the other room and vice versa, never leaving the two of you alone with each other or in the same conversation.

“do i think something happened?” wooyoung asks, the snark and air of certainty in his tone unmatched. “i know something happened. and i think we’re all in for a dramatic showdown sooner or later. we really do need to work on our professionalism.”

“and it’s not your place to say if seonghwa is a good boyfriend or not,” you continue, both shocked and outraged at the shit your boss is spewing right now. “he’s great to me. and loves me. you don’t know everything about us.”

“i don’t have to,” he says, remembering the look in your eye and the feeling in the air that night.

you might’ve felt a little guilty, your head might’ve been swarming with seonghwa just a little, but he could see you were curious. could see how much you truly wondered, maybe even fantasized, what it’d be like to be with someone who wasn’t seonghwa.

who could give you a more typical experience, like the one you pictured right out of college with your photographer boyfriend. 

“i saw it, y/n, and you’re curious at the very least. you’re curious what it’d be like to be with someone else.”

“i’m curious as to why you thought it was okay to kiss me.”

that seems to be the comment that stirs him back to reality, pause the building feeling of desire and rage coursing through him. through all the passion that’s been building up in his body watching as you guys tip toe around each other and avoid the elephant in the room. 

because he swears he saw something that night. a slight flicker of want and curiosity that would’ve made this okay - even with him being your boss.

“our conversation. there was something there,” yunho says, his body inching closer to yours. 

it feels as if your body is frozen as you stare at him, heart pounding and guilt swirling because maybe you really did mess up that night. maybe you were saying too many things to give him such false hope, all the while being truly conflicted with the thoughts you were having.

but that’s also all they were - thoughts. 

innermost thoughts a person is allowed to have and come up with in the face of something different. of someone feeding into your drunken brain that maybe you do want something else in your life. 

you just don’t know if that’s the case for you. 

“if i’m wrong in thinking you weren’t considering that, maybe, you’d want something different, then i’m sorry. i’m sorry for crossing that boundary and you can slap me now for being inappropriate,” he says, your wide eyes watching him curiously. 

“but it’d be okay to think that, y/n. it’d be okay for you to think about being with me when it’s clear that we-”

“there is no we!” you snap, the words leaving you before you can even think. “i don’t wanna be with you or anyone else! i never ever said that so stop putting words in my mouth!”

you can’t help the way you move back or snap at him, guilt consuming you again because, maybe, for a split second you did think that. but only because in another life, it would’ve made sense. 

you’re faintly aware of your phone vibrating in your pocket, probably seonghwa telling you he here’s to pick you up, but you can’t let this conversation end with yunho thinking he’s right here. 

“i’m sorry if what we talked about that night was misleading,” you say, the night and your words slightly fuzzy and obviously misconstrued. 

“i... i didn’t mean for that to happen and the night is kind of fuzzy,” you admit honestly. 

“but me and seonghwa are together and i’ll never regret that. i... that’s the life i want to have with him. i’m always gonna want him, even if we’re different. even if we’re not as similiar as us two.”

you watch yunho’s tongue poke through his cheek, the heat in his eyes obvious to you that he doesn’t wanna let this conversation die; but you think if you don’t leave within the next second, if you don’t separate yourself from the situation entirely, you’re gonna start to have a breakdown. 

“seonghwa’s here to get me. i have to go.”

“y/n, if you could just-”

but you’re out the office door before you can even stop, leaving through the dark, empty entrance and allowing the fresh air to hit your face. 

seonghwa’s windows are open and his head snaps to you at the sound of your feet on the pavement, his smile quickly falling when he catches the look on your face. 

you plop down in the passenger side door in silence, your body rigid and face blank before you look at him with a fake smile. 

“hi. thank you.”

his eyes narrow as he looks over you carefully, everything about your presence off.

he noticed it when you got back from you trip but thought, at first, maybe it was just him and his own insecurities. you ran to him the moment you walked in the door, threw your arms around him and didn’t let go once the entire night.

your eyes even lit up as you told him about the wedding but then you left it at that. 

you had less to say about work everyday and even seemed like you dreaded to go in the morning, a weird feeling deep within the pit of his stomach but knowing that, if needed, you’d come to him when you were ready.

especially when every time he asked if you were okay, that if everything was alright with you and at work, you’d say yes -but he doesn’t think he can ignore it any more in this moment, your spirit so dejected and unusual as you avoid his gaze. 

“baby,” he says, something about the tone in his voice assuring you, he already knows something’s up. “can you look at me?”

you let out a shaky sigh as you keep your eyes trained on the floor, only looking to him when he holds your chin and makes you turn toward him.

he has to control the growing feeling of anger and anxiety brewing in him, his eyes moving from you to the building before back to you - something had to have happened tonight.

“did something happen?”

tears immediately well in your eyes and it’s like he’s suddenly on high alert, shaking your head as you look at seonghwa with a growing look of sorrow in your eyes.

you don’t even know where to begin or what to say, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find the words. 

it only causes seonghwa to grow increasingly concerned, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your wide, teary eyes. 

“did something happen?”

tears immediately well in your eyes and it’s like he’s suddenly on high alert, shaking your head as you look at seonghwa with a growing look of sorrow in your gaze.

you don’t even know where to begin or what to say, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find the words and make them come out

it only causes seonghwa to grow increasingly concerned, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your wide, teary eyes.

“y/n, baby, what happened?” he asks, the concern in his voice causing your stomach to twist painfully. 

“nothing,” you squeak out, both of you knowing that’s a complete and utter lie. “i mean... something. but... seonghwa, i don’t even know what... it was so sudden and i didn’t think he-”

“what. happened?”

you lick over your lips as a tear escapes your eye, seonghwa watching it roll down your face and feeling his jaw clench - he feels himself truly about to lose it. what the hell could’ve-

“yunho kissed me.”

seonghwa knows he should’ve acted a little more rational, being older and wiser and more mature than the boy in question. 

but he’s had weeks, months even, of pent up anger toward your greatly unprofessional boss that he couldn’t stop himself right now even if he wanted to.

even if he tried, for a second, to talk himself out of his next decision.

“wait in the car,” seonghwa growls lowly, the words only registering in your brain when the driver door closes and you’re in the car alone.

“what! no! seonghwa, wait!” you squeal, attempting to open the door to find he’s locked you in. you scramble to turn off the car and quickly get out, making your way into the building with your heart frantically pounding in your chest.

you didn’t want this to happen. you didn’t want any of this to happen.

meanwhile seonghwa stormed in the place as if he knew it like the back of his hand, pushing open the door to see yunho at his desk with his head in his hands and a shocked look on his face.

“seonghwa,” he said lowly, his voice deep and confused as he rises to his feet. 

his hands are out like he’s already on the defense, seonghwa completely unbothered by his immediate submission or three inch height difference.

“what are you doing here?”

“what do you think i’m doing here?”

yunho lets out a scoff as he looks over the man carefully, the tick in his jaw and dark look in his eye greatly humbling him. 

“look, just let me-”

you run into the room just as your boyfriend’s fist connects with your boss’s face, a choked gasp leaving your mouth when yunho falls back and hits into his office chair.

“let you what? explain why you’re kissing y/n? because that’s my only fucking concern here,” seonghwa growls out, the bite and grit behind his voice causing your eyes to widen; you don’t remember the last time you’ve heard seonghwa this angry.

“do you go around kissing all of your employees?”

“just the ones i think are tired of their life with a sugar daddy.”

“yunho!” you yelp, completely shocked and disgusted by the words that leave his mouth.

but you’re a little more unnerved by how, instead of throwing another punch or raising his voice, seonghwa laughs. lets out a deep, low chuckle that makes your stomach flip nervously as your eyes move to him.

“and why would she be tired of that?” seonghwa asks lowly, his hand pushing yunho’s chest until he hits the wall with a loud thump. 

“who would she be happy with, if not me? you? her creepy, unprofessional boss who has pined after he since the moment he saw her?”

“i never said me,” yunho says, ignoring the hot feeling of shame and embarrassment coursing through him.

“you didn’t have to,” the man snaps back, finding it incredibly hard to keep his cool but also show yunho this is not gonna fucking stand. 

“you’ve made it clear since day one. even had the balls to say it to my face so, that’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

yunho can’t find it in himself to say anything, only looking at the older man in front of him with a tick in his jaw and a harsh pain throbbing through his face. you’re confused by seonghwa’s statement, brows pulled together as you hear your boyfriend say those words.

when had yunho ever said anything to him?

seonghwa’s eyes move to you and he feels his heart break despite the way confusion and anger is coursing through him - why do you look so scared and guilty?

“isn’t it, y/n?

because he doesn’t know what’s been going on between you two, or what happened on your weekend trip together, but he knows he doesn’t like the way he feels right now.

he doesn’t like the look on your face or the guilt in your eyes or the way it seems like he doesn’t know anything anymore about how you feel.

silence fills the room and it’s more deafening than if they were screaming or yelling at each other. 

it feels as if everyone would be able to hear how badly your heart is pounding, nerves and anxiety wound tightly in the pit of your stomach.

“seonghwa, please, let’s just go home.”

“i don’t think i should,” he says, eyeing yunho who has the decency to keep his gaze off you. “i think you should, since this will be the last time you step inside this office, but i think i’ll stay. have a talk with your boss.”

“seonghwa.”

“go home, y/n.” 

you’re not used to him speaking so shortly with you, an angry bite in his tone that has your throat clogging with emotion. 

“no. come with me. i want us to go together.”

“and i wanna ask yunho over here why he thought it was okay to kiss you in the first place.”

you bite down on your lip as you look over at the man, his eyes trained on his desk and hands balled into his fists.

you could’ve never imagined this happening when you first met him, him and your boyfriend fighting because he kissed you and thinks you two would be happy together romantically. 

“it just happened, okay, and it’s really none of your-”

“don’t even try to say it’s none of my fucking business,” seonghwa yells, his hand smacking down on yunho’s desk with a loud bang. it’s only inches away from the man’s own hand, his eyes looking at the older with disdain and irritation. 

“i’d say it’s only my business when my girlfriend’s boss is showing a complete abuse of power.”

“you wanna talk about an abuse of power?” yunho finally growls back, rising from his seat and pushing at the man’s chest. “your daughter’s best friend? seriously? on top of the fact you cheated on your wife and then dragged y/n into it.”

“stop it,” you snap, both of them talking about you like you’re not even there and getting in each other’s faces.  

“you could’ve potentially ruined all of her relationships, one with your very own daughter, and you wanna talk about an abuse of power? you put her in a terrible position with no regard for her or your daught-”

seonghwa couldn’t control the speed nor force in which he punched yunho right in the mouth, warm blood oozing from his lip and a pounding in his face immediately. 

you can hear your own choked gasp and shout of seonghwa’s name through your pounding ears, grabbing him by the back of his jacket and pulling him out the door. 

“y/n, if you don’t let go of-”

“stop it. please, just stop it so i could talk to you,” you cry out, the whimper and whine in your tone causing his boiling blood to simmer for a second. 

he’s never been one to respond with violence, at least not now in his older age, and he forgot how all consuming it could be. to feel that much fury and anger with the only way to get it out by wailing into some pathetic lovesick photographer. 

you don’t even shoot another look at yunho before you’re dragging seonghwa out the building, embarrassment flushing against your cheeks when, of fucking course, wooyoung and san decide to come by the office late.

for the first time in their fucking lives.

“oh shit! y/n! mr. park! what the heck are you two lovebirds-”

it took one look at you both, seonghwa’s face etched with anger and tenseness and your eyes full of tears, to know something was very wrong - and it probably had something to do with their boss just a few feet away. 

“are you okay?” san asks lowly, his eyes roaming over you and seonghwa cautiously; what a stupid question, he thinks, because obviously nothing is okay right now.

and your silence says it all, seonghwa muttering something under his breath before pulling away from you and walking toward the car. 

“yunho is there, probably bleeding,” you mutter, wooyoung and san looking at each other with wide eyes. “i’ll explain later. i-i have to go.”

“y/n, wait a sec, what the hell-”

“i have to go.”

you open the passenger door and plop down with a shaky sigh, seonghwa looking over your body in silence before his car takes off down the street. 

san and wooyoung can only watch as it disappears out of their sight, quickly shuffling in the building to see the office in disarray and yunho’s bloody lip and bruising eye.

“what the hell happened?” wooyoung asks, looking at his friend/boss of over five years. “did you kiss y/n or something, shit.”

a heavy silence hangs in the air as the man stares back at them, the boys’ mouths finally dropping open as they look at yunho in shock. 

“no fucking way.”

"i didn’t mean it like that! he was just my friend, seonghwa!”

“just your friend who you aired out all of our business to?” the man bites back, the tense, silent car ride quickly picking up into a flurry of raised voices and biting tones. 

you were confused and shocked and in a daze about what just happened, feeling guilty for the way everything just went down. for what’s been going down for the past week and you’ve been keeping seonghwa in the dark about.

meanwhile he’s just pissed and burning with rage and annoyance; he doesn’t know why or what but he can’t help but feel as if you’ve been keeping things from him. 

that you two have been disconnected these past few weeks and there’s one very tall and intrusive reason for it. 

“why would you tell him all of that? he had to seriously know every detail?” seonghwa asks, confused as to why or how the topic was even brought up in a workplace setting.

“and he wasn’t your friend, y/n, he was your boss. do you have no regard for professional relationships? do you think i told my boss that my girlfriend is my daughter’s best friend?”

your stomach sinks at the way he talks down to you, his voice a type of harshness and callousness you’ve never heard from him before - at least directed at you. 

and you can admit now, hearing it back to you, that it was entirely inappropriate to share with him - even with him telling you about his past about his friend and former girlfriend. 

there really was just no reason for you to say it, spare him the details about just how much torture and negativity came from those first few months of-

“unless there was something else going on.”

any and everything you were feeling in the moment completely drains from you when you hear those words, your head snapping to him as thick tension builds in the air. 

“what?”

he doesn’t mean to sound so accusatory and rude but he doesn’t know what to think anymore. he doesn’t know what to think because you’re not telling him anything.

you just ask him to trust you, and he does more than anything, but then your boss knows every dirty secret about your relationship and makes a move on you. 

“i don’t know, y/n, you tell me. is there something more going on with yunho?”

because it would make sense. 

you see him everyday. you have the same interests and hobbies. he’s attractive. - and he’s your age. it’d be weird if he didn’t feel a little bit-

“are you fucking kidding me, seonghwa? how could you even ask me that?”

“because what the fuck, y/n,” seonghwa says, his hand tight on the steering wheel as he drives down the street. 

“your boss just kissed you and you’ve been awfully quiet about your weekend trip with him,” seonghwa says, everything about that trip and your time with him unsettling him. “i made it very clear to you that i didn’t trust him.”

“and what, you think i wanted him to kiss me?!” you squeal, now getting just as angry and belligerent as him. “i couldn’t have pushed him away faster, seonghwa! i was just as shocked as you.”

except, were you really? 

“and it’s always been easy with you,” you confirm, not even realizing the effect your words have on him.

“i feel the same way,” he says, his large hand finally finding its way to yours.

he doesn’t fully hold your hand but you can feel his long fingers playing with yours, cold and slightly rough in contrast to your warm, soft ones. the feeling causes a foreign feeling to shoot through your chest, the first being guilt because it feels so much different from seonghwa’s.

it’s bigger and wider and you don’t feel the weight of his rings on your hand. it doesn’t feel as right but it also doesn’t feel bad, your eyes meeting his just as his eyes move to your lips.

“we’re good together, y/n. we could be really good together.”

but it doesn’t feel like you’re talking about work anymore.

not with the way his hand in toying with yours, his eyes moving to your lips and your own following because the thick tension between you two is making you feel weird.

“and it’s not like i couldn’t go that weekend! it was my job, my first real time doing my job and i was excited to go.”

“i was excited for you, baby,” seonghwa says, a pain in his chest as you two fight back and forth; he never wants to fight with you, he hates it really, but he can’t push the feeling down that something isn’t completely right. 

“but i just wanna make sure you’ve been being honest with me. i... you can tell me if anything happened, i just need us to be on the same page.”

a heavy silence hangs in the car for the remainder of the ride, guilt and fear crushing you inside as an equal amount of fear lingers in seonghwa. 

he knows you would never do anything to hurt him, cheat on him or make a stupid mistake in the heat of a moment, but he also knows when something is off.

knows that while he is insecure about your relationship sometimes, there has to be some other things you’re insecure about regarding it too.

some other things you’ve been thinking about, maybe in terms of not wanting to be tied down to an older man or wanting to experience life after college in a more authentic, free way.

this could also just be in his own insecurities, though, faced with these thoughts only when yunho and your other young (non-threatening) coworkers were in the picture. 

you just let your thoughts wander and blood boil as you brew silently, more so getting angry at yourself than the man beside you. 

because, yeah okay, maybe you did enjoy going out with them and having banter and relating to them in a way that’s different from seonghwa - but you never wanted it to go further than that.

the thought would’ve never occurred to you, had yunho not been in your ear feeding you all that shit.

a heavy feeling of fear and guilt sits in your stomach as your mind goes back to that night, when you talked closely with him in the room you shared with him for the weekend. 

you had still yet to tell him you shared a room with yunho, something you probably should’ve disclosed the very first night it happened. 

tears start pricking your eyes the second you pull up to the house, seonghwa turning off the car and facing you. 

your head’s down but he can make out your expression and it terrifies him more than he cares to admit. usually, when you look like this, his first instinct would be to comfort you. 

like when you were crying about lying to eunbi or putting him in a bad position with his now ex-wife - but he has a bad, bad feeling he’s not gonna like what he’s about to hear. 

“we shared a room that weekend.”

you just blurt out your confession without even thinking, not even looking up when the heavy, sudden silence hangs in the car. 

seonghwa doesn’t even know what to say or how to respond, the mix of rage and hurt inside him overwhelming - but before he can even say anything, ask why or what or explain to you how un-fucking-professional that is, you’re speaking again. 

“the hotel was fully booked and we didn’t think it was that big of a deal. we... we stayed on our separate sides, obviously and it really wasn’t too bad.”

except for briefly waking up with his arms around you. 

“but then that night when we got back from the wedding, the bride and groom gave us free booze and we were just talking. he... he was saying all of these things and talking about you. asking if i ever thought about being with someone else.”

dread builds back up in him as he listens to your words, his insecurities being thrown right back in his face. 

“and you’re old enough to be her father. who’s the real sicko here?”

“and what did you say?” seonghwa dares to ask, his voice so emotionless and calm, it makes more tears burn in your eyes. 

“what do you think i said?” you ask, hurt in your voice even though, maybe, there shouldn’t be. 

“i said i could never be missing out on anything by being with you,” you tell him, finally meeting his gaze and seeing him blankly staring at you - you’re not used to this look from him. 

“that, sure, maybe i’d have more in common with someone my age or that i never could’ve imagined ending up with friend’s dad, but that i don’t regret any of it.”

he wishes your sweet, hopefully genuine words could soothe him but they seem to do anything but, a tick in his jaw as he pops his tension filled next to the side. 

“that no matter what, i’d always wanna be with you.”

seonghwa bites the inside of his cheek as he hears your words, his heart and his brain pulling him in two completely different directions. he can hear in your voice and see in your teary eyes that you’re nothing but genuine, even the reaction you had in the car one that was fearful.

but were you fearful of yunho or fearful of him finding something out? because he told you time and time again how much he didn’t trust him and you just told him to trust you. 

"i don’t like the way he looks at you, baby. i know you said it’s nothing but i’m telling you, he doesn’t feel as platonic or professional as you.”

“but i do, so what’s the big deal? nothing would ever happen hwa,” you whine, lips turning into a pout as you press up on your toes.

“and i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you this sooner, i just-”

“you just let it slip that you shared a room with the man i repeatedly told you i didn’t trust?”

his voice is harsh and sarcastic but you know you can’t even be upset about it, looking over your older boyfriend who’s trying to mask the hurt on his face. you can see the underlying anger in his eyes, what’s usually a soft, sweet brown dark and brewing with rage.

“i told you right before you left, y/n, and then you go and do this shit. i talked to you multiple times that trip, did i not?” he asks, his anger and harsh words you’ve never experienced before.

you’ve heard him reprimand eunbi and you remember how he used to talk about mrs. park but you’ve never actually seen or heard him get angry at you before.  

“and the whole time, he was in your fucking bed.”

“it wasn’t like that!” you cry out almost immediately, the mere sentence and how bad it sounds causing the tears to fall. he makes it sound like you cheated on him. 

“then what was it like, y/n? explain it to me because these past two weeks, you haven’t been talking to me.”

you bite the inside of your cheek at the hurt in his voice, licking over your lips and feeling the salty taste of your stray tear.

“i wouldn’t have been able to sleep anywhere else. the hotel was booked, seonghwa.”

“it’s not about the fucking room, y/n, it’s about you not telling me. it’s about you and your boss getting too close and talking about the possibility of you with someone else all the while he was interested in you.”

“so it’s my fault he kissed me, even though i didn’t want him to? is that really what you’re saying to me right now?” you choke out, a lump growing in your throat the more words you exchange. 

he lets out a deep sigh as he rests his head on the back of his chair, taking long, deep breaths in and out to let himself relax.

that was the first reason he got mad, not because another pair of lips kissed you, but because you were crying and it seemed like you didn’t want it. you were so visibly uncomfortable and now this fighting just made it worse. 

but he also thinks he deserves to feel angry right now. your lies and suspicious behavior he believes is innocent but is nonetheless making him feel uneasy.

“of course not,” he says, his voice lower and the slightest bit softer towards you. he wants to reach out and hold your hand but they seem to be stuck at his sides. 

he looks over to see your completely broken and frazzled disposition, the sight of it alone causing his stomach to sink even with his anger toward you. 

“but i don’t know, baby,” he says after a few silent seconds, the air never so tense between you two before. 

“it would make sense that you’d wanna be with someone closer to your age. we... we knew this wasn’t a normal dynamic,” he says, thinking about the earlier times when you both would go back and forth about this.

about how much was against you and how wrong this was. how truly taboo and crazy it is to say you’re dating your best friend’s father and he’s dating his daughter’s best friend. 

“we knew how much all of the factors could-”

“what are you even saying right now, seonghwa?” you ask, your voice getting louder and tears turning to ones of angry. “i don’t wanna be with anyone else! i’m not unhappy with you.”

“then why have you been lying?” he snaps, seeing the looks yunho throws you and the way you smile at him or when you talk about him. “happy people don’t lie, y/n. i would know. i was unhappy with someone for half of my life.”

“well i’m not her, seonghwa,” you say, looking at him with the fire he just had in your own eyes. “i’m not your ex wife and i’m not looking to date anyone else. i love you and i’ve only ever wanted you. i will only ever want you.”

“how can you say that?” he asks, a half laugh, half scoff leaving his mouth as all his internal, insecure thoughts come to a head. 

“you’ve never been with anyone else, y/n. you don’t know what other guys are out there,” he says, the simple thought of it making him sick to his stomach. 

his large cold hand cups your cheek and it makes you realize how much you’ve missed his touch, your watery eyes looking at him in the dimly lit car. 

“you don’t know if someone else might be a better fit for you.”

you don’t even know what to make of his thoughts right now, not sane enough right now to hear how just his words are. how there could be some merit in pointing out, both, your lack of a dating history and the substantial age gap between you. 

you only hear his anger turning to sadness and doubt and it makes you hold back a loud sob, this terrifying feeling of messing up and ruining everything completely plaguing your body. 

you don’t know what to say, you couldn’t try to say anything if you tried, so you both just sit there. the dark neighborhood silent and desolate, your two bodies in the car with racing minds and pits in your stomachs. 

the atmosphere is tense and one you’ve never experienced before with each other. you’ve never fought, at least not seriously, and you’ve never felt this overwhelmingly disconnected.  

you hate not knowing what to say to him the same way he hates not knowing what you’re thinking right now. 

“should we go inside?” he finally asks, his hand on the key in the ignition. “it’s been a long day.”

you bite the inside of your cheek as you swallow harshly, the lump so large in your throat, it feels like you may puke. 

“i’m gonna stay out here for a few minutes,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “want some fresh air.”

usually, he’d insist you go in with him. that, after a long day, you take care of it in the form of watching tv, eating, or fucking your brains out on the couch or over the kitchen counter. 

but tonight, he just hums his response and pulls out the key. he hesitates ever so slightly before he shakes his head, opening and then closing the door just a little more loudly than usual. 

he’s frustrated by the events of tonight, by the past ten minute conversation, and now even more that he’s left you alone in the car.

you wait until he’s in the house to start sobbing in the dark empty car, barely able to catch your breath as you muffle your cries into your hands. you just keep crying and sniffling, sounding so much like a disgusting little kid who can’t catch their breath, before you’re pulling out your phone. 

the phone stops ringing after the third ring, the voice you’ve missed so much answering chipperly in your ear. 

“can i come over?” you ask, your voice so watery and wet and raw, eunbi thinks she’s gonna have to kick her father’s ass.

“you know y/n, i was ready to kick my dad’s ass when i heard you crying on the phone but, now... i totally think i need to beat the shit out of you.”

a small whine leaves your mouth as your lower lip wobbles, throwing yourself down on the couch in a fit of guilt, sadness and humiliation - you had to seriously vent to eunbi about your problems with her father.

like the way you should’ve with him, you spilled your guts to her about everything that happened since your first encounter with yunho. 

how well you hit it off, how comfortable he made you, how, from the very start, there was not a signal air of professionalism in that office. 

“but with wooyoung and san and jongho, it was different, you know,” you told her, the boys chaotic and loving and always saying whatever they wanted but never looking at you the way your boss did. “that’s why i thought... why i sometimes felt like me and yunho were different.”

you told her how easy it was to talk to him, how easy you both were able to relate to one another and would laugh about all the similarities you two really had. 

you told her about all those nights you two would work late, always just you and him in the office talking and eating dinner together. the way, sometimes, he’d lean over your shoulder or graze your foot and neither of you would say anything (although there was a weird feeling in the air). 

“but it was after seon... my boyfriend met them that things really got weird,” you tell her, a mutual agreement to only refer to him as your boyfriend on the rare occasion you share relationship details with her.

“girl, it’s just too fucking weird to hear you call him seonghwa,” she had said the night you came back from europe and told her all about your six month excursion. 

“but i think i would start calling you mom if you referred to him as my dad so how ‘bout we change his name to, like, your boyfriend or something?”

“yunho was weirdly quiet that night but the other boys seemed to love him. everyone was seeming to get along except them two,” you recall, your boss’s usual friendly and chatty nature absent that night. seonghwa was also more clingy than usual, his hand always on your waist or pulling you closer to him. 

“and then that night, he told me he didn’t trust yunho. that he didn’t like the way he looked at me and thought he saw me more as an employee.

“which he did,” eunbi chimes in, her eyebrow raised curiously as she smears cheese on her cracker. “but i bet your stupid ass denied it, right? told him there was nothing to worry about although you were getting weird vibes?”

you can only stare at your best friend with a guilty look on your face, lips pulled into a frown that causes her to let out a deep sigh. 

“everything aside,” she says, popping the cracker in her mouth before moving close to you. 

“you know i have to ask you this. did...” she begins, her hand fixing a crease in your knotty hair. “did you like him at some point, y/n? were you ever really curious about it?”

you can see her eyes are completely genuine and non-judging, looking over your face in a way she knows you won’t be able to lie to anymore - that’s been the number one rule of your newfound, stronger than ever friendship. 

“and it doesn’t have to necessarily be with yunho. just... maybe in general, being with someone else.”

instead of jumping to deny deny deny, insist that absolutely not, you didn’t and how dare her even ask you that, you think about it. for once this nonsense started to happen, you sit here and you really think about how you felt about you and yunho.

how you felt the nights you worked late, away from seonghwa although you wnated nothing more than to be home and next to him.

how you felt when yunho’s hands or chest would graze you, how it would send a weird flutter through your body but then immediately stop when you thought of seonghwa.

when you thought of how wrong it felt that it wasn’t his, how different every innocent (or not so innocent) movement and fleeting feeling felt with your boss.

it makes tears sting your eyes again that you’re sitting here contemplating it, knowing with certainty that no, you didn’t like yunho. you love seonghwa and you’ve always loved seonghwa.

but the second half of it, “were you curious about it?” rings over in your head and makes the tears pour out your eyes.

“i wasn’t ever curious until he started pointing things out,” you whimper to her, guilt so tight in your stomach, you fear you might throw up on eunbi’s white couch. 

“our age or... circumstances never seemed like it would be an issue now until we started talking about that more. and then i just started to wonder how different life would be with someone else. and the dynamic i would have,” you explain, the main thoughts that would course through your mind.

always hypothetical. always non-specific - never ever with yunho in the picture himself. never with anyone because, before you could even think more about it, you realized you never wanna be without him. 

“but it’s not something i ever wanted eunbi, i swear. i would never wanna leave seonghwa. i love him.”

last spring, eunbi never would’ve thought that she’d be okay with hearing this. 

that the mere fact that you and her father are together and in love and a real couple with real couple problems was disgusting - but she can’t help but feel her heart break right now, tears in your eyes at just the thought of you being apart from her father. 

“i believe you, y/n, it’s okay,” she says, her own voice wavering as a small frown forms on her lips. 

“you can trust that i know how much you guys wanna be together and care for each other. it’s what made me not so utterly repulsed by this.” 

a wet laugh leaves your mouth as sadness lingers in your chest, guilt still consuming you at these thoughts. at your complete inability to wonder, if you love seonghwa as much as you know you do, why were you having those thoughts in the first place?

“i just... i don’t know why i was even curious about it,” you cry out, falling deep into the couch cushions with a frown on your face. “i’m not unhappy with him so why would i think like that? i’d be miserable without him.”

eunbi bites down her lip to hide her smirk, not at all used to seeing you so dramatic and open about your emotions - usually she’s the one doing this. but it’s definitely a pleasant change, the girl moving you until you’re looking right at her.

“i think it’s normal to think like that,” she tells you, her words genuine and soft spoken. 

“you’ve never been with anyone else and it’s still a fairly new relationship on top of the whole age thing because, you know, he’s a dad,” she smirks, a giggle leaving her mouth when she sees your face pull into a deeper frown. 

“but you shouldn’t beat yourself up over your thoughts. you don’t think i have those thoughts, too, about jiwoon?” she asks, the flabbergasted look on her face leading you to assume she absolutely has. 

“i’ve been with the motherfucker since high school and now we’re getting married. of course i think about the one hundred other ways my life could’ve been if i didn’t dedicate almost ten years of my life to him.”

her words seem to help as you listen to her talk, the usual chaotic and playful girl talking to you in a way you need right now. complete real and authentic, knowing that, if your intrusive-like thoughts were that concerning, she’d be sure to tell you. 

“but what matters is that, when i really think about it, i know i would never be happy without him. that my life would literally be horribly boring and depressing, which is super pathetic and gross by the way so don’t ever mention this again,” she says, a smile pulling at your lips.

“but... i think with the way you were literally about to start sobbing again at the thought of leaving my... your boyfriend, you feel the same way.”

you nod your head as you let out a few remaining sniffles, letting her words soak in and sooth you - today has felt like the longest day of your life, your brain feels like it’s about to explode.

eunbi can see the exhaustion all over your face, bags under your puffy red eyes as her lips pull into a frown. 

“stay over,” she insists, not wanting to drive you back at this hour in your current state. “it’s been too long since we’ve had a slumber party. i’ll make jiwoon sleep on the couch.”

“even if your life would be depressing and boring without me?” you both hear a voice ask, amusement in jiwoon’s eyes as he peaks his head around the kitchen wall.

even with how shitty you’re feeling, you can’t help but let out a chuckle as eunbi’s face flush an uncharacteristic shade of red. 

“shut up. you weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“oh but i did,” he says, a smile on his face as he looks at his wife to be. “wait till you actually have to admit to an entire church of people that you actually do kind of like me, bi.”

but eunbi can’t picture anything more embarrassing than that, grabbing your hand to quickly usher you upstairs away from her teasing fiancé. 

she gives you pajamas and fusses around with you until you’re laying under the covers, fresh clean sheets and the softest comforter you’ve ever felt covering your body. 

“so i wanted to tell you the other day,” eunbi begins, slipping on a pair of pajama shorts and fuzzy socks. 

“me and jiwoon picked a date. we’re thinking a winter wedding, 2/22/22 because how fun. and i’m obviously gonna do a big fancy proposal for my wedding party so please act surprised but i wanted to ask you in person if you’d be my-

a soft breath followed by a snore catches her attention, her gaze meeting you to see you sound asleep on her pillow. 

you couldn’t be more smack in the middle if you tried but the girl can’t help but smile, her eyes roaming over your sleeping face before she pulls out her phone.

she snaps a picture of your calm slumbering face, plopping down on the chair hammock in the corner of the room before opening her and her dad’s messages.

eunbi [9:52 p.m.] *one image attached* passed out right in the middle of my bed. you owe me. 

she’s not surprised when her dad’s calling her less than a minute later, smirking to herself before she quietly leaves her room.

“hello?”

“is she okay?”

eunbi never remembers hearing this level of concern in her father’s voice if it didn’t pertain to her. she knew from a young age, didn’t even blame him from a young age, that he never cared for her mother the way a husband should. 

there was never any love or concern or interest in her - they really were just two strangers in the house who would put on a show for the public. 

“yes, dad, she’s okay,” eunbi assures her father quietly, hoping he can hear the teasing smile in her voice. “as you can see, she has made herself comfortable and taken over my bed.”

he smiles knowing all too well how much you shift into the middle in your sleep - probably because he lets it happen every night. and if you don’t start the night with your head on his chest, you’re there within the first ten minutes of falling asleep. 

“i’m sorry to drag you into this, bi, i think she just-”

“um excuse you she was mine first!” eunbi says, her voice high and squeaky into the phone. “if she wants to vent to me about her... well, you, as weird as it is, she’s gonna do as such! speaking of which... did you really punch someone in the face?”

her father’s silent which causes a giggle to leave her mouth, seonghwa shaking his head on the other side of the phone.

“you turn forty and forget how to act. you think you can just go punching people? i’m gonna have to bail my father out of jail soon. did you at least break his nose?”

“eunbi, please,” seonghwa groans quietly, another chuckle leaving her mouth as she makes her way down to the living room.

“really, dad, it’s okay. she’s fine,” she assures sweetly, hoping that tomorrow you’ll wake up and feel better from your talk. 

“she’ll stay here for the weekend and be back sunday night,” she says, all sorts of plans to drag you around town and dress shop heavy in her mind.” maybe jiwoon will come over tomorrow so you can do that work in the back. and we’ll have a girl day.”

a part of seonghwa just wants you to come home the second you wake up so you can talk it out now but he knows that a few days apart might be good for the both of you.

allow you two to reflect on the fight, on the past few weeks of disconnect and discomfort, and then talk in a more productive and appropriate manner. 

“alright, that sounds good,” he says, looking back at his empty cold bed. 

“great,” eunbi says, “oh and by the way! we’re gonna go shopping for her maid of honor dress tomorrow. do we have permission to buy the store tomorrow if need be? i can’t decide between wine or scarlet red.”

“eunbi they literally look exactly the same.”

“like hell they do! wine is so much darker and sophisticated! but scarlet is so pretty too and looks nice with your skin tone. ugh, this is so hard.”

when eunbi woke you with pancakes and blueberries this morning, the fruit spelling out like words maid of honor?, it was easy to feel like nothing bad ever happened. 

you were overjoyed for your friend’s wedding in the first place, the party and the planning and the oh so messy seating chart she did’t even wanna think about, but this was the most pleasant surprise you could’ve ever received. 

eunbi choosing you to be there with her every second of the way, no matter how indecisive and irritating she could be. 

“alright, you know what! you just tell me which one you like! the other girlies will simply have to settle.” 

“eunbi, that’s not fair,” you whine, throwing a pout her way that causes her to roll her eyes and push you away.

“you’re just picking the color you little freak! i’m letting the others choose their dress, they’ll have their pick don’t worry.”

you bite the inside of your cheek in contemplation, looking over your figure in the scarlet red you picked out and admiring the dress. it’s definitely gorgeous with a slit in the side and tasteful dip in the neckline but you think you also liked the wine option better. 

“yay! i love it!” eunbi squeals happily, bouncing up and down like an excited bride. “are you gonna get that one?”

your eyes grow wide looking at the price tag, knowing this dress shop was far too fancy for you, before eunbi’s throwing her hand up dismissively. 

“it’s on my dad. don’t even try it.”

you open your mouth to object before she pulls you in closer, her eyes narrowed and smile tight as she talks through her teeth like a disgruntled mother of four. 

“if you try to object, i’m going to loudly proclaim you’re my future step mom because you decided to become my father’s sugar baby. do you want that?”

you audibly gulp with a look of half fear and half amusement, the way eunbi has come to terms with your relationship and now threatens you with it slightly terrifying. 

“no,” you squeak out, her eyes narrowing when you go a few seconds too long with no answer. but then a smile immediately brightens her pretty face again, excitement back in her eyes as she grabs your hands and ushers you to the changing room.

“great! change and then we’ll go look at shoes!” 

the total of your dress, shoes and accessories came to an amount you cannot even fathom, walking through town with eunbi as you make your way to a spot for lunch. 

“i hope it snows on my wedding day,” eunbi says, mutual excitement buzzing in you because, for all of your life, you’ve been obsessed with wedding photos in the snow. 

“i’m a little upset you gave me such an important role only because i would’ve loved to shoot your wedding,” you whine, your arms linked as you walk down the cobblestone. “it’s literally my dream. the winter, the colors, it’s so not the cheesy february wedding i got the displeasure of seeing at work.”

“please don’t tell me it was on valentine’s day.”

“with a pink and red color scheme.”

a fake gag leaves eunbi that causes a loud laugh to leave your mouth, the two of you being sat at the table outside. 

chatter between you and eunbi picks up like it always does, the two of you with a friendship that can withstand anything (time apart, sleeping with the others father, a tiff about living with each other) and you guys will always pick up where you guys started.

you’ve truly never had anyone like her in your life, someone who was a real actual friend, and you’ve never been so grateful to have her. 

“so... elephant in the room a bit,” she says, a sigh leaving your mouth because that must mean you’re talking about you again. “what are you gonna do for work now? surely you can’t go back to that office with yunho.”

you truthfully hadn’t even considered that, amidst the fighting and crying, but agree that you, unfortunately, probably can’t go back there. 

it’d be too weird to act normal around yunho now, with everything that went down, and it’d be downright disrespectful to seonghwa. you still have yet to fully talk things out with him, wanting to get his opinion on the matter before you make any decisions. 

you would miss san and wooyoung and jongho, of course, but you would also miss working. you had just started to dip your toes into photography in the field and want more of that experience. 

but you want a healthy and happy relationship with seonghwa more - and if working with yunho is gonna infringe on that, you don’t want it. 

“i think that’s a good idea, you guys definitely have to talk about it,” eunbi agrees. 

“but it’s just so not fair! the crazy boss pins you as his muse for literally no reason and you suffer the consequences. i should tell my dad to buy out his business so you can poach your coworkers and take it over.”

“don’t you dare,” you say as you smack her from across the table, the two of you giggling over far too much food and drinks before making your way through the rest of town.

you window shop and get ice cream and spend the whole day together, jiwoon calling eunbi at night to simply ask if they’d be allow to crash girl night. 

“we ordered food,” eunbi hears jiwoon whine, rolling her eyes despite the way she’s so excited to tell him about dress shopping. “from your favorite chinese place.”

you pull up in front of your house twenty minutes later, a weird feeling of nervousness and excitement in your stomach; you think the day apart from seonghwa was good, both of you taking the time to have some space, but you can’t even lie and say you didn’t miss him all day. 

“if you lied to me to get us here, i’m gonna be really freakin-”

a buffet of food awaits for you both on the table, the two men sitting at the table with full plates and beers in front of them. 

eunbi runs over as you watch her with a small smile, your eyes immediately meeting seonghwa’s who watches you with a soft expression. he must be able to tell tears burn your eyes even from the table, getting up from his chair and making his way over to you. 

you shift over so you’re not in eunbi and jiwoon’s direct view, your arms wrapping around his waist at the same time he brings you into him.

your face is buried into his chest, his scent and warmth around you suddenly the one thing you need today. you can feel small tears leaking from your eyes, sniffles muffled into his black shirt. 

“hi, baby.”

you pull back when you hear his voice laced with such deep, warm affection, your teeth in your bottom lip as you look up at him with glossy eyes. 

“i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry, i didn’t-”

“it’s okay,” he says, shaking his head because as long as you’re here with him, he doesn’t care. you can talk and scream and say anything to each other now - at least you’re back at home with him. 

his hands cup your cheeks as the pads of his thumbs wipe away your tears, a small frown on his face as he sees your pretty eyes filled with tears again. 

“it’s okay,” he repeats, purposely keeping his voice quiet and soft. “we can talk about everything later.”

later was almost two hours after that, eunbi filling everyone in on dress shopping and wedding plans and maybe just the potential for a destination wedding.

you were grateful you got out of “giving them a fashion show” with your dress, jiwoon insisting he had overstayed his welcome and dragging his fiancée out the door with him. 

you and seonghwa cleaned up in a comfortable silence, him wiping down the table and packing the leftovers while you did the dishes. his arm wrapped around your middle just as you put the last fork in the dishwasher, lips pressed against the back of your head in a way that makes you smile. 

“so really, how was shopping today with eunbi?”

you let out a soft giggle as you wipe your hands with the towel, turning in his hold so your chest is against his and your back’s digging into the counter. 

“it was really fun, i’m so excited for 2/22/22,” you giggle softly, seonghwa rolling his eyes at eunbi’s ingenious wedding date. “we got a wine red dress.”

seonghwa’s eyebrow raises suggestively, a small smile lighting up your face. he takes your hand and walks you over to the couch, the fire place crackling and tv playing softly. 

you curl into him the moment he sits down beside you, his large form plopping you in his lap just a few seconds later.

you both take the time to just bask in each other’s presence, warmth surrounding the both of you as a comfortable silence fills the house. he fears you’ve fallen asleep after a few minutes, so relaxed and melted into his body, he wouldn’t have the heart to wake you. 

“i should’ve told you about the room,” you blurt out quietly, that and that alone being the first thing of your concern. “it was stupid not to. i could’ve easily slept in the car.”

a chuckle leaves seonghwa’s mouth that completely catches you off guard, your confused gaze meeting his as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“are you laughing?”

“yes,” he says honestly, the teasing but loving look on his face causing your stomach to swoop. “because i wouldn’t want you to sleep in the car.”

but he’d want you to sleep with-

“not that i’d want... anyone else next to you either,” seonghwa says, “but that would’ve been more dangerous. and stupid.” 

you don’t know what to say, nowhere near used to the level of forgiveness two out of three of the parks seem to hold, when he smiles at your surprise and runs his fingers through your hair. 

“i wasn’t as mad at the situation itself as i was about you not telling me,” seonghwa says, “i... i’m not ignorant of the fact i had a wife for the first few months we were together.”

they weren’t involved sexually or romantically or even friendly at all but seonghwa couldn’t help but think about what he put you through right in the beginning of your relationship.

you were subjected to the wrath of his wife and the distrust of his daughter. 

you were everyday reminded that the choices you were making felt like the wrong one, that you were sneaking around and felt as if you were doing something wrong. 

and while it took both of you to do that, he wasn’t affected as much as you - he knew eunbi would forgive him and he didn’t give two shits about what anyone else thought. 

“but i do need to ask you something,” seonghwa mumbles, your stomach sinking as you expect accusations of cheating or doing something in the hotel that night.

you can’t blame him at all for those question. you know he trusts you, you know he thinks the world of you, but you were too sketchy for him to wholeheartedly believe you.

you were-

“am i holding you back from growing?” he asks, the upmost curiosity and concern his voice. “do you wanna try and explore more relationships with different types of people?”

you don’t know if you feel sad, shocked or guilty from his words, looking up at the man wearing the most loving expression you’ve ever seen from him.

“i know you’ve only been with me, baby, and as much as i fucking love that,” he begins, something about being the only man to touch you, love you and make you feel the way you do making him unbelievably happy. 

“i put myself back in your shoes when i was your age and think about all the things i couldn’t do. the things i missed out on because i was married with a baby,” he says, remembering how much he wanted to party in college and travel the world with his group of friends. 

“and i wonder if being with me is gonna make you miss out on things too. even if i wasn’t older, you just... not being with anyone else. i don’t wanna be the reason you regret anything.”

because he knows way too much about that - he doesn’t regret anything that gave him his daughter but he can understand the intrusive feeling that he missed out on things early in life. 

“i won’t be upset, baby, i swear to god i won’t. but i just need you to tell me. i want you to always be honest with me because i love you so-”

you can’t bear to hear it anymore, can’t even stomach the possibility of breaking up with him to see if the grass is greener on the other side when you know it’s not.

when you know it in no way could be because you’ll never meet anyone else like him. 

you don’t even feel tears leave your eyes when your lips collide with his, turning in his lap so you’re straddling him on the couch. he meets your kiss just as eager, not even missing a beat as he lets out a quiet groan against you. 

it has all the passion and lust that your first kiss held, right there in your kitchen  apartment after you stupidly (and thankfully) drunk texted him.

“if you tell me to stop, i will,” he says, his voice deep and gruff and so gravely, you’ve never heard him like this before. “but if you don’t… if you’re not gonna tell me you don’t want this, i don’t think i’ll be able to stop, y/n.”

you lick over your lips so you don’t let out another breathy exhale, your chest rising and falling so intensely, you can’t believe you’re not about to pass out.

you can only continue to look at him all wide-eyed and pink-faced, feeling every last reservation and doubt within you fade away.

“then don’t,” you mutter, pressing yourself into the wall so your wobbly legs don’t give out. “because i don’t think i’ll ever tell you to-”

you can’t even get your last words out before his lips crash down on yours, a moan leaving your mouth seconds later at the pure relief and satisfaction of finally kissing him.

the way your lips mold together so perfectly, it’s like you’re already so in tune with the other. lips parting and tongues crashing and moans mixing together, it’s more relieving than either of you could imagine.

his hands grab your hips firmly before he pulls you up and into him, a tiny squeal leaving your mouth when he plops you down on the cold island.

but neither of you break the kiss; if anything, the even height only makes it more intense.

your hands in his dark, once perfectly styled hair. his hands cupping your cheeks before one falls into your hair, tipping your head back as your scalp stings and his tongue completely takes over your mouth.

you can’t help the way you moan out his name, your strangled, breathy “mr. park,” causing him to pull you back by your hair just a little rougher.

his lips are already red and puffy when his eyes look down at you, the amount of lust and desire in him one he’s never felt in his entire life.

“call me seonghwa,” he growls lowly, the tone of his voice causing wetness to pool in your pajama shorts.

“seonghwa, please don’t say that,” you mumble against his lips, lost in the feel of his kiss and wandering hands, you almost forgot to shut down his thoughts immediately. 

“i could never, ever not wanna be with you,” you say, the glossy tears and desperate look in your eyes making a lump form in his throat.

you look desperate to tell him the truth, like you’re trying with everything in you to convince him your words are real.

“i don’t wanna be with anyone but you. i don’t want anyone else to touch me or tell me they love me or buy me a house even though i told them over and over again not to,” you tell him, a laugh bubbling out of his mouth as he resists the urge to cry.

he really thought for a second that he was gonna lose you. that the past year of his life was all the happiness and love he was gonna feel for his remaining time on earth.

and the sick part of it all is, he thinks it would’ve been enough - the time he had with you was nothing that he ever pictured himself having. he never could’ve anticipated meeting you, in the manner that he did, and feeling the things he’s felt for you. 

completely turning his life upside down and risking everything just because he loved you. and wanted to be with you. 

“i love you,” you whimper, clinging onto him like he’s about to disappear and leave you to date gross boys who would never treat you like he does. “i’m sorry that i even-”

your wet, broken cries turn to a squeal when he pushes you down on the couch, his body covering yours before his lips attach to yours again and you’re kissing.

his mouths parting on yours and your tongue meeting his, a flurry of teeth and tongue and moans that has your hands toying with the bottom of his shirt. he rips it over his head without an ounce of hesitation, throwing it across the room before connecting your lips again.

you moan out when his tongue completely devours your mouth, every bit of him possessive and dominating because you’re his. you’re his and no one else is gonna have you. 

no one else will ever touch you besides him, for as long as he’s living and breathing on this planet.

“seonghwa,” you cry out, his lips trailing down your neck as he slides down the straps of your dress. 

it’s completely hanging off your shoulders before you rise up and throw it over your head, his hands already unclasping your bra before your naked and his mouth is around your nipple. 

wetness pools between your legs at the silent but vicious way he dominates your body, everything calculated and purposeful but also erratic and full of hunger. 

he does everything he knows will make you go crazy, grabbing your body with just the right amount of force and kissing you in all the right places, you can feel your pussy already aching for him. 

“seonghwa, please,” you whine, sounding just as desperate as you feel.

but he doesn’t let up for even a second, kissing and sucking and squeezing every part of you except the one needing to be touched the most. his hand only ghosts over your soaked thong for a moment, expert (ringless) fingers curling and running over your clit. 

you throw your head back with a loud cry, your hips automatically bucking into his hand. you try to rub yourself over him like someone purely seeking out their pleasure, missing the way seonghwa’s lustful eyes narrow at you.

he loves how desperate you are, how wet and aching and eager you are to be touched by him. and he knows now with certainty, watching the way your body responds to him, that he’s ruined you as much as you’ve ruined him. 

your underwear is ripped off as you feel the cold air hit your wet, warm core, watching through hooded eyes as he spits in his hand and proceeds to smacks you once against your pussy. 

he watches the way you clench and cry out with his cock hard as a rock, about to fall off from the constraints of his boxers. 

“be patient,” he growls lowly, this harder, harsher side to him one you haven’t seen in forever. his face is close to yours as he raises his hand to your cheek, making you look at him before he circles his finger around your mouth.

he has to hold back a smile at the way you immediately open your mouth fr him, tongue circling around his fingers before he pulls out and teasingly sticks it inside you. 

his movements are slowed and his fingers are curled just right, the loud cries and whines leaving you like music to his ears. 

“you’re like a bitch in heat right now,” he growls lowly, smirking at the way your tightness pulses around his one measly finger. “you really thought you could be with anyone but me?”

you thought that, you wanna say, the more bratty and chatty side you’ve come to develop threatening to come out right now - but right now you’re so far gone in your lust for him, submitted to him way too much and way too fast that you’re just there for him.

you have no other purpose right now than to let him do whatever you wants to you. 

you nearly cry out in ecstasy when he drops off the couch to pull your pussy into his face, a second finger being added before is tongue laps at your clit messily. 

it’s loud and wet and sloppy but it’s everything you need right now, fucking yourself against his face as his one hand comes up to kneed at your hard nipple. 

“this is all mine,” he growls against your wetness, another loud cry leaving you when you feel him spit on your pussy. “this is for me and no one else. i’m the only one who will have this.”

“y-yes,” you cry out, feeling how close you are to coming on his face.

you know he feels it too by the way he curls his fingers more, sucking your clit into his mouth one last time before he pulls away and brings your orgasm with him. 

you’d wanna cry out and scream if you didn’t hear him drop his pants, his body sitting next to yours before he’s pulling you on to him and you’re lowering yourself onto his cock.

his hands are at his sides the entire time you sink down on him, your eyes closed and head thrown back when you’re finally full of him.

“ride me.”

there’s no objection or room for protest in his demand, his dark and lustful eyes staring at you with his arms at his sides. 

they’re clutching the cushions because he wants so badly to touch you, to pound up into you with his hands on your hips or have his hands all over your chest, but he wants you to work for it.

he wants to watch you completely fucked out on top of him, bounce and grind and roll your hips over him to desperately use him to get off. boobs bouncing, skin sweating, mouth wide open and moaning loudly as he fills you the way only he can. 

nobody else would make you feel like this.

nobody else would know your body like him.

nobody else would make you-

“i’m coming,” you cry into his ear, your chest pressed against his and hips desperately bouncing on his cock.  

veins in his hands protruding from his harsh grip on the cushions, he finally allows himself to put his hands on you. grab at your ass and bounce you further onto him until you’re both moaning and crying out into the sticky, sex-filled air. 

there are proclamations of love that you both mumble into the others sweaty skin, your hearts pounding and chests heaving until you finally succumb to exhaustion. 

your body’s completely melted against his when he pulls out of you, leaving your clothes a tangled, scattered mess all over the living room and bringing you right upstairs to your bed.

it felt lonely and cold and wrong to sleep without you last night, placing your body gently on the bed as your eyes barely flutter open. he smiles down at you before quickly getting a towel, rubbing between your legs and apologizing sweetly when you wince from overstimulation. 

you truly feel relaxed and warm when he’s beside you just a few seconds later, your head on his chest and his heart pounding in your ear - that was the best sex of your life and you think it had something to do with pissing him off for the past two days. 

“we should fight more,” you mumble sleepily into his chest, his chuckle muffled by your hair as he shakes his head. 

“no,” he mutters back, his long, gentle fingers running through your hair. “i’ll just fuck you like that more often.”

you could’ve never imagined that, just a few short days later, he would’ve fulfilled that promise in your very own (old) office.

you don’t know who was the most surprised to see you walk into the office on monday morning, san and wooyoung staring at you with wide, curious eyes or yunho who could barely look at you. 

the room was silent for all of three seconds, the two boys coming up to you and wrapping you in a hug; they knew the moment you and seonghwa stormed out the other night that that was your last day as coworkers. 

that the next time they saw you, you’d be saying goodbye and leaving the office for good. 

“i’ll have to talk to yunho first,” you told them quietly, the three of you talking  with your voices down. “but, yeah, i’m definitely leaving. i... i can’t work here.” 

“we know, we know, believe me,” wooyoung says, shaking his head because he would never want you to be in an environment that brought you any kind of trouble or emotional turmoil. 

“he feels... awful about everything,” san says, the one to eventually get all the details from his boss that night. “totally does not excuse anything but... he knows he fucked up for sure.”

you shake your head as you look at san with a small smile, squeezing his hand that had wormed his way into yours. 

“it’s okay, i wanna talk and end on good terms with him.”

because the most important thing was that you and seonghwa were okay. 

you and him talked everything out and were stronger than ever and any of your previous concerns were whisked away with just the one real thought that you could’ve lost him for the stupid little thoughts of what if. 

the two boys clear the room and then it’s only you and yunho, the taller man who hasn’t once looked at you finally meeting your gaze. 

he has a faded black eye and a sheepish look on his face, standing from his desk so you can both talk standing up. 

“hi.”

“hi.”

his tooth is biting the inside of his cheek as he looks at you, the employee he was so happy to first interview and work with now staring at him with so much distrust in their eyes. 

and he really can’t blame you. 

he was irrational and unprofessional and had no regard for the way he acted with you. 

he was far too invested and judgmental of your personal relationships and disclosed about his own in a strange moment of vulnerability. 

he placed doubts in your head about the boyfriend who, even with his downfalls, has proved to love you and you alone. 

he doesn’t know what else he can say besides that:

“i’m sorry.”

you can hear the sorrow and embarrassment laced in his voice as he looks at you, his gaze unwavering but eyes so different than the last time you saw him (and not because of the bruise around them).

he’s completely remorseful and distant, none of the crazy fire or want that was coursing through him when he thought kissing you was the best way to proceed. 

“i know that’s not nearly enough,” yunho says, shaking his head at the way this was playing out. “but i really am sorry. i... i feel most bad that this was the start of your career and i seemed to have ruined it.”

“you didn’t, it’s just something that-”

“i did, y/n, and that’s not fair,” yunho interrupts, remember being truly impressed and infatuated by your work that first day.

his eyes move to the lantern picture just across the wall, your own gaze catching his and following to the framed photo.

the moment you’re most anxious for begins when he reaches for your portfolio, his eyes snapping to yours with a sympathetic look before diving in.

you hold your breath as you watch every twitch and movement on his face, his longer fingers flipping through page after page after page without so much as a sound.

until he gets to the lantern photo.

it causes him to let out a soft chuckle, his eyes moving from the desk to the wall to your face looking at him with pink cheeks and wide nervous eyes.

“what are the odds of that,” he hums lowly, his eyes catching the eiffel tower in the back.

you let out a breathy chuckle as you nod your head, hands folded into one another nervously.

“i thought the same thing when i saw yours on the wall,” you admit with a soft chuckle, the small smile on his face just as comforting as it is handsome.

“well, i happen to like yours better, just so you know,” he remarks, leaving you speechless as he continues to look over your pictures.

“i really saw your talent shine through and... i don’t know, i felt connected to it. i felt your passion,” yunho says, the real true excitement he felt when meeting you almost immediate. 

“but this really isn’t fair and it’s all my fault. so i’m sorry. really truly sorry. i deserve this black eye.”

you let out a chuckle that seems to break some of the silence, shaking your head as you look at him with a small smile on your face. 

“it’s okay, really. it just... happened,” you say, having no other explanation for the shit that went on between you and yunho. “and it was a great experience working here anyway, even with the incredibly low level of professionalism. i won’t leave that on my yelp review.”

he smiles at your teasing despite the way it makes his stomach sink, happy that, if anything, you two were able to end on good terms. 

“think you’d be able to come back later though?” yunho asks, “jongho has class all day and is gonna cry if he can’t say goodbye to you.”

you let out a soft giggle at the mention of the youngest worker, nodding your head as you tell him of course you can.

“i was hoping to come back later to get my stuff anyway,” you tell him, seonghwa’s biggest request when allowing you to come in today. “there’s a lot of it and it’s a bit of a mess.”

“i can help you get it toge-” the words blurt out of his mouth before he can even stop himself, his first instinct to get more time with you still on the tip of his tongue.

he lets out a scoff and shakes his head, large hand running over his face in a fit of embarrassment and dread. 

“of course you can come back later,” yunho says, a pained smile on your face as you look at your now ex boss. “you know the code. i won’t change it till tomorrow.”

“perfect,” you smile, the large distance between you making it impossible for a handshake. “thank you, yunho. it really was great working here.”

“thank you, y/n,” he smiles tightly, the feeling in his chest something he hasn’t felt in years. “i’m sorry about everything again.”

you tell san and wooyoung that you’ll be back later to say goodbye to jongho, the two of them slamming you into a group hug and swearing that they’ll see you soon for dinner and drinks. 

“and i’m coming!” jongho proclaimed later that night, just you, seonghwa and him in the office as he helps pack your stuff up. “and i won’t drink again, mr. park, just, like, just so you know.”

“you trying to get another joy ride?” seonghwa asks, amusement in his voice as he looks at the younger college student. 

he can see that the boy thinks he fucked up for all of five seconds, seonghwa smacking him on the shoulder and assuring him he’d bring a new car for him to test out. 

“i’ve never seen him so happy,” you giggle, jongho nearly skipping out of the office as he left for the night. 

you only had a few more things to pack up, not even realizing how much nonsense and paperwork you had acquired over your six months here. 

“i’m excited to go out with them again,” seonghwa says, perched against your desk as he looks around the big combined office. 

it’s really only one big open floor plan with desks and chairs and tables, all sorts of equipment sprawled out that seonghwa recognizes from your own set up at home.  

your plan now is to see how freelancing work can go, converting one of the rooms upstairs with great natural light into your office space - he had suggested buying you an office but you quickly, quickly shut the down. 

“me too!” you squeak, jumping up from your chair and creeping your way into his legs. you smile when he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a quick chaste kiss to his lips.

“we should invite eunbi and jiwoon, too,” you tell him, the words leaving your mouth falling on deaf ears as you stay pressed against him. 

“when i was telling her about that night the other day, she was very upset she wasn’t invited. she told me that i replaced her with the-”

your words get cut off as his lips graze your neck, his soft, slow kisses and occasional swipe of the tongue causing you to let out shaky breath against him.

“seonghwa,” you moan out softly, just his soft kisses to your skin making your lower stomach tighten and swoop. “what- what are you doing?”

he can’t bring himself to pull himself away from you, his hands tightening their hold on you as he brings you impossibly close to his body. his lips are back on yours and he smiles when you kiss him back with a matching fervor, cock quickly hardening and pressing into you needily. 

you squeal against his mouth when he suddenly lifts you, plopping you right down on your desk so he’s in between your legs. 

“i wanna fuck you over your desk,” he mumbles, the words shooting right to your core as you feel your pussy clench. 

you pull back and look at him with lust growing in your eyes, the thin summer dress you threw on to come back to the office leaving little to the imagination. 

“better yet,” he says, turning around and looking at the four other desks taking up the room. “i wanna fuck you over his desk.”

you don’t even have to ask who’s desk he’s referring to, wondering for a split second if that’s an at all healthy or rational thing to do - but with the look he’s giving you, the big bulge in his pants and the way you so wanna be fucked over a desk right now, you can’t find yourself objecting. 

“it’s the one in the back,” you whisper lowly, the lustful, glinted look in your eye causing him to let out a low growl.

he wastes no time in plopping you down on the desk and taking a seat at his chair, forcefully parting your legs before pushing your underwear to the side. he’s delighted (but not surprised) to see the wet stain on the pink cotton, pussy drenched and aching to be taken care of by him. 

“so pretty,” he mumbles, rolling his chair to the side so he can turn to lay you out fully on the desk - if he pushes off a few pens and pictures, he doesn’t think either of you give a shit or notice.

he presses short, open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, your eyes shutting and hand curling into his hair as you feel yourself grow more and more wet.

“you love this, don’t you baby?” he asks lowly, the evidence that he does in the painfully hard bulge in his pants. “that i’m about to eat your pussy out on his desk? something he’ll never get to do?” 

the quick, fleeting and intrusive thought that if yunho ever pictured you like this flashes through his mind, your words of “yes, seonghwa,” about to leave your mouth before he’s devouring you completely.

licking and sucking and curling his fingers inside of you, sat up right in the chair with his face fully pressed in between your legs. he’s high off the scent and the sound of your moans and the very fact that he’s doing this right here, right now.

he waits until you come on his face to move his curled fingers into you, sending you right into another orgasm that has you screaming and moaning his name. 

you barely get a second to breathe before your chest is pushed flat against the desk and his cock is in you, his loud grunt vibrating against your ear. 

“i knew you were a dirty little bitch, y/n,” he growls lowly in your ear, the new vulgar term causing you to cry out into the empty office. “do you know when i really knew?” he asks, his hips slapping into you as the sound of skin on skin grows louder and faster. 

“when you watched me jerk off in my home office,” he says, never forgetting looking up to see your head peeked in and your eyes right on his cock. looking so hungry and lustful and fascinated, he doesn’t know how he didn’t pull you in till this day. 

“i saw you in that little towel and wanted to fuck you so bad,” he groans, remember how that really really was the last strike of his sanity.

you had been driving him crazy with your little looks and snide comments and his own uncontrollable moments of weakness, it was enough to make him go certifiable insane. 

“i thought about doing so many things to you, you don’t even know,” he grunts, your loud moans and cries of his name nearly turning into screams. the way he’s fucking you is too much, animalistic and fast and in the right spots, but so are his words.

bringing you right back to a time when you wanted him so fucking bad, you felt sick over it. 

he pulls your head back until he can snake his hand around your mouth, silencing your cries with his large, slightly rough palm. 

“i wanted to pull that towel down and see how much you wanted me,” he says, his words getting more and more breathy the faster he fucks you. “finger you and eat you out against the wall and fuck you even though i knew we shouldn’t have.”

you cry out around his hand as you feel your orgasm approach, the rapid slaps and thrusts of his hips making your legs shake uncontrollably. 

“but i knew we’d have to be quiet,” he says, wrapping his hand tighter around your mouth - it constricts your breathing just a little but the burn in your lungs has never felt so good. 

“i knew i’d have to fuck you fast and fuck you quietly but i wanted to take my time with you,” he says, holding off his orgasm for as long as he can so he can finally get these words out. 

“i wanted to memorize every inch of your body, know exactly what you like and know exactly how you like it so you could never be with anyone but me. i wanted to fucking ruin you, y/n, make a mess out of you that only i could take care of. i wanted to be the only one to-”

his loud grunt fills the room when he releases inside you, your loud cries and groans around his hand getting progressively louder the looser his hand gets. 

you can feel his cock pulsing around your used pussy, the feeling so overwhelmingly and euphoric, it feels like you could die the happiest of deaths right now. 

your body is laid out on the desk as he wipes at your legs with the inside of his shirt, throwing it over your body before helping you into your damp thong and ruffled dress. 

“i’d say,” you begin, still breathless and buzzing from the multiple orgasms that raked through your body. “that you definitely ruined me, mr. park.”

his heart lurches at the fucked out, bright smile you throw him. wet, tangled hair sticking to your head and a glow to you that comes from being so content and on the same level as each other. 

he smirks as he pulls you into him, pressing a quick but dominating kiss on your lips before pecking your nose and forehead sweetly - a complete switch up in two seconds, you think the skills must come with age. 

“you ruined me, too, y/n,” he mumbles, “you ruined me so much that i just might have to buy this office for us.”

complete

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[orangeskiesandshinyeyes]

Optional member smut

There's a warm feeling all around.

Not just warm, warm and soft. Mind blissful.

Content fills your senses as you inhale.

A comfortable blanket of cotton is draped over your bare body. You can feel it resting just on your shoulder, threatening to slip down if you move.

But no worries. It's way too comfortable to move.

The warmth of the blanket, the softness of the mattress under you,

The gentle heartbeat of the man behind you, slightly, delicately thudding against your bare back.

Warm, calloused fingers run up the arm the blanket rests on.

They slide up till they rest on top of your own, safely lying besides your face.

The man presses more into you, slightly pressing you more into the bed.

A kiss is pressed onto the back of your head, light enough to simply rustle your hair.

His warm body rests on your back, gently encasing you in a way. He runs his thumb over the back of your hand.

'Morning' Your sleepy voice breaks the silence.

You feel him shift and you lift your body off the bed slightly so he can take his arm out from under you.

He stretches it slightly before resting it above your head, returning his body to press against your back.

His hand that was on your own run down your body to find it's place on your waist.

'Good morning, baby' He replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

'Did we stay like this the whole night?' You murmur, still not fully awake.

'Hmmm. I held you the whole night.' He replies, bringing his head forward to rest on your shoulder.

You smile, realising the significance of the gesture.

Not once have you seen your boyfriend sleep in one position for more that 30 minutes. For him to be glued to you like this, you know he's whipped.

He presses his lips to your shoulder. A peck first, a little closer to your neck now he parts his lips and presses a wet kiss.

The closer he gets to your neck, the better it gets.

He places a light hickey on the curve your neck meets your shoulder.

A slight shiver leaves your body.

He looks down to see the blanket barely covering your arms hiding your chest.

'Mmm' He mutters next to your ear.

His arm runs up your body again, this time with a mission.

Sliding it up your side, he reaches your forearm before slightly drawing it back. He watches as your arm moves under the blanket slowly letting the blanket rest directly on your chest.

Eyes focused, he observes the way your body is outlined under the cloth.

So delicate

His body shifts back slightly so that you are pulled back against the blanket, it now expressing your curves more deliciously.

He slides the arm above your head into the gap between your neck and the bed and rests your head on it. Pressing your head back to him slightly, he brings his palm down to cup one breast through the fabric.

Your jaw slacks slightly at this, body remembering the pleasures he gave you last night.

But the touch is barely enough to give you any sort of stimulation. Your heart races, looking at his palm over your chest but his touches are so light that you're starting to feel frustrated.

Now with two sets of eyes on your chest, you can't help but feel special.

You want to look on as he starts working on them. The thought of his fingers playing with you is reason enough for lust to fill your mind.

And the thought of running his fingers along your delicate, soft breasts is ...well he doesn't need much to want to touch you.

But having your breasts so teasingly under his fingers is definitely a hard turn on.

And he can feel something get hard.

A bit too hard too fast.

Such a shame, he thinks. He really wants to take his time with you right now. So much so that he's willing to endure a but more to be able to touch you to his heart's content.

'Sorry' he apologises out loud to his member.

'Why?' You ask him.

Releasing what he did he chuckles before shaking his head.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder as compensation and returns to his work.

Ghosting two fingers right around where your nipple is, he watches as it peaks.

Your mind goes haywire as he keeps ghosting over your now hard nipple.

Your back arches and he lets go of your arm in his to travel it down to your waist and hold you away from his member.

You groan at the slight pressure he puts on your waist.

Not happy with the restriction, you push your butt out to let him know you're not happy.

'Baby' he whispers. 'Don't'

His pleading voice reaches your ears as he squeezes your waist slightly.

He sees your chest rising and falling fast due to his actions and decides that he has probably teased you enough.

He pulls the sheet down to expose the top of your breasts before he brings his fingers to the front and pinches your nipple through the fabric.

Normally it wouldn't be enough for you to moan but the teasing and early morning bliss forces a moan from your throat.

He almost bucks his hips at this but instead opts to take it out on your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

Your hips rush back into his at the sudden stimulation and you hit his hard on with your ass.

'Ohhh!'

He whimpers into your neck, arm grabbing your waist with force.

'Sorry' you whimper.

He chuckles into your neck before replying

'You're the second person to apologise to my dick today'

And before you can question what he meant, he answers you.

'Me being the first'

You chuckle at your boyfriend's weirdness and turn to look at him.

If you think you can go straight to sex, you're wrong.

'I want a kiss first.'

You tell him.

He grins at you before remembering that he didn't kiss you yet.

'Oh how rude of me. Please do forgive me.' He jokes before turning your face towards his own.

He kisses you, deep.

'Mmm' you moan into the kiss when his thumb draws your lower lips down for him to push his tongue in.

Soon enough, you both break away from the kiss.

One look at you and he knew you were ready.

Turning you back around to nestle you against his back, he places his palm under your thighs. Grabbing it, he slowly lifts it up a little.

You feel his erection press against your folds.

The breath gets caught in your throat as you wait.

Slowly, the grip tightens as he rubs it along your wet lips.

You arch your back again at this and he responds by slowly pushing in.

It slides in with almost no resistance with how wet you are and he groans.

'Did I do that good of a job already?'

You bite your lips at his crude statement before turning your face away to hide in his arm.

He pushes in until he bottoms out and sets your leg back down.

You whimper again at the touch and go position.

You stay still, waiting for him to move.

His hand remains between your thighs as he starts moving. And when your body moves forward with his thrust, he retracts his arm from between your thighs and holds your waist to keep you in place.

He groans out as he sets a rhythm.

Mmmm. You moan against his bicep. You feel it flex slightly as he brings it forward to hold your shoulder, caging you in again.

He presses a kiss into your shoulder and you clench around him.

Wanting to speed up, he slips his hand between your legs again before lifting it up and setting it back down on his own.

With better access, he picks up the pace as he holds your leg in place.

Your moans are muffled by his muscle and he doesn't spend too much time thinking before deciding that you're being cruel by hiding your noises from him.

He lets go of your shoulder and takes your chin between his fingers, turning you away from his arm.

He places a breathy kiss on your cheek before telling you

'Don't hide your face.'

And when you nod, he hushes against your ear

'Good girl'

And with that, he resumes.

But not you.

You feel yourself get warmer as you savour the name he gave you.

Craning your neck, you let him suck more hickies into it.

'Ahhhhhh!' You moan out breathily.

Your mind slips into submissive mode with just those two words and you can't stop squirming.

You hold onto his arm on your waist, nails digging in as you feel you feel yourself dropping.

'Mmm' 'mmmm' 'Mhmmmmmmm'

You whimper against him and he presses kisses to your cheek.

His breath hits your cheek with each thrust.

You thrust your free arm out from under the blanket to hold the one keeping you caged in and in the process uncover your breasts.

'Ughh' he lets out a choked grunt before pausing.

He lets go of your waist to prop himself up on the bed before pushing you into it.

Now lying on your stomach, face pressed into the bed you feel him put his entire weight on you, before he resumes thrusting.

With newfound vigor, he pounds you from behind, his moans drowning your own.

And within two seconds of the new position, you feel yourself quiver as you feel yourself get impossibly tight before fluttering your walls around him.

You barely hear him let out a loud cry at the overwhelming feeling before he starts shooting you full of his seed.

You feel it paint your walls in spurts, and it draws out your own orgasm for a bit more till both of you feel the oversensitivity kick in.

And with a loud guttural groan, he pushes himself into you fully once more before slowly pulling out.

You feel him hold himself up and away from your body to let your breathe.

Looking down at your wrecked body, he chuckles.

The air leaves your lungs when he drops his weight back onto you, pressing kisses along the side of your neck.

Bringing his hands under your body, he grabs your breasts to squeeze them.

He only turns you both over when you start whining.

You're almost limp under him so he takes the initiative to help you into his chest.

Softly caressing your exhausted form, he asks you

'Do you want me to clean you up or draw a bath?'

You run your own arms along his sides before replying

'What's the point? Bed's ruined anyway.'

'We runied it last night, hon.' He reminds you before following it up with

'So bath it is.'

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I have way too many people in mind with this smut.

But no.1 candidate is YoungK

Possibly Minho

Yunho/Wooyoung/San (the good girl just screams san for me)

Let me know who you think fits this one! I'm curious.

#kpop smut #changbin smut #felix smut #han smut #chan smut #minho smut #hyunjin smut #seungmin smut #straykids smut #ateez smut #day6 smut #got7 smut #youngk smut #san smut #wooyoung smut #yunho smut #yugyeom smut #nct smut #yuta smut #jaehyun smut

[xtinyaurora]

Mafia!Ateez Reaction: Their Y/N is a spy from another gang; part 2

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➼ requested?: yes, but I lost the request

➼ genre: mafia au

➼ pairing: mafia!ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2,1k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, hints of spanking, abuse, violence, degrading, humiliating, punching, punishments, pet names, death threads / mentions of death, dark themes,...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I don’t know how to feel about this but here you go. Oh and: there’s a tiny bit of fluff and angst included, enjoy!

➼ First part

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Park Seonghwa

Exactly one month has passed since Seonghwa caught you and brought you back. One month since you lost your family and friends. Seonghwa made sure that there were no survivors. Since the day he bought you back, you were locked in the basement, Seonghwa always making sure to give you your daily punishment. You slowly started to belive that he lost all his love for you and wanted you to die as slow and painful as possible. You tried everything to explain why you did what you did, even begging one of his men for help, but it was no use. When night time came around, Seonghwa entered the basement, same expression as usual. When he approached your chained figure, he pulled out a knife. You started to panic, hectically shaking your head. „Pshhh” He placed his left index finger on his lips. Tears started to split out of your eyes. This was it, he is going to kill you. When he went behind your back and grabbed your throat, you closed your eyes, not ready to die. He slowly traced the knife over your neck. The only thing that could be heard were your sobs but then Seonghwas chuckle broke the silence, your eyes opening again. „Dumb pet, did you really think I would kill you? I think I made you learn your lesson, no? Stop crying now, I don’t want your eyes to be puffy when we go out for dinner. Oh and Y/N, better appreciate my tolerance and start learning all the rules I’ve set for you once I bought you back up. Remember, it’s all up to me on how your live looks like. Now let’s go get ready, the car is already waiting.”

Kim Hongjoong

Your body felt sore, head spinning. You tried to reach out for your phone but your hands were tied on the bed. You closed your eyes. When you looked around, there was no sign of your lover. You thought about a way to free yourself but you knew it would be no use. You signed out loudly. You barely remembered the previous night, only knowing that you got beaten. Right at that moment, Hongjoong walked into your shared bedroom, with only a towel covering his lower body. „Good morning.” You didn’t respond, only staring at him. Hongjoong probably didn’t like your silence, that’s why he made his way towards you, angry mode on. „Was all the beating yesterday not enough, do you want me to beat you again?” You shook your head. „I’m sorry. Good morning.” A smile creeped on his face. „Good girl / boy.” He then please a soft kiss on your forehead, starting to talk again. „We will have a talk after the Meeting. Rest for a bit, I know I went a bit too hard on you yesterday but you deserved it. Sorry, doll. One of the maids will come and bring you some food. Be good until I return.”

Jeong Yunho

„Mr. Jeong Yunho, do you promise to be a lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you apart?” Yunho smiled. „I do.” Then it was your turn. „And do you Mr. / Mrs. Y/L/N Y/N, promise to be a lawfully wedded wife / husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you apart?” You breathed out loudly, nodding your head. „I do.” You felt how Yunhos nervousness wanised away. „You may kiss each other now.” Was the last thing the priest said. Yunho did what he was told, immediately reaching out for you and placing a soft kiss on your lips. After your wedding, both of you made your way straight to his private jet, going on your planned vocation. „Are you exited?” You didn’t hear what he said, lost on your thoughts. „Y/N, I am talking to you.” „Hm?” He shook his head. „This is supposed to be one of the best days in your life but you don’t seem happy. What is wrong?” „I'm fine Yunho, I was just dreaming around.” Silence. „Is it because I killed your family and that they couldn’t come today?“ You slowly turned your head in his direction. „No Yunho, it was me who wanted their death. I wanted to prove my love for you and I am happy now, so don’t worry, baby. It’s just a bit overwhelming, you know, the marriage and stuff.” Your husband smiled at you again, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. „Good. I love you too baby and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Kang Yeosang

He took you down there and gave you a good long punishment. No, he didn’t use any tools, he punched you with his bare hands. Your face and body were bleeding, ass red and marked with his hand print. You cried. Not the fact that you got beaten hurts you more, but the fact that Yeosang himself did it. Never ever in your live did you think that he would pull something like this on you but then you realized, that he wanted to show you how he feels for what you’ve done to him. He wanted to make you feel the same way he feels. You will get over the pain of a punishment like this but you might never get over the pain that your heart is holding, I mean, how could he trust you ever again? There is a chance tho but you have to work hard for that and who knows how long it will take. No matter what it takes, you are ready to do it. At the end of the day, you two love each other, right? „You will never ever pull something like this again, is this clear?” You silently nodded your head. „Good, now get on all fours and follow me around, no matter where I go to. Don’t even think I care about humiliating you, dirty pet. Now let’s go, you don’t wanna disappoint me again, right?”

Choi San

After you two reached his mansion, he pulled you out by your hair and took you straight to his office. All you did was to cry. After watching you for a bit, he approached your kneeling figure and pointing his gun at you. „Was it worth it? To play with my feelings like that. Tell me! What did I do wrong, huh?! I’ve done nothing but love and protect you! You ungrateful whore!” Both of you were crying heavily, Sans head was red out of all the yelling. „Kill me, San. Please, kill me. I deserve it, now hurry.” Sans face went from angry-sad to desperat-sad. He started to cry even harder. „You know that I can’t. Trust me, I do want to kill you for what you’ve done, but fuck, I love you! I hate to love you but I do and I know that there was something between us! I had to be...” He sunk to he knees, both of you looked each other deep in the eyes. „Tell me you love me, Y/N. Tell me that what we had was real, that you do have feelings for me, too. Say that we will always stay together and that we will have a family in the future. Come on, say it!” You couldn’t even breath normally from all the crying but you wanted to tell him that he was right, you needed to. „I love you, San. You’re right, everything I felt for you was real. I do want to live with you until we take our last breath. I want to have a family with you and I just want us both to be more than happy together. I am sorry for all I’ve done, but I had a reason, San. I-“ You were interrupted by your fiancé. He gave you a tight hug, scared of letting you go. „Psh, stop. I will find out why you did but for now I just want to stay with you like this and forget about everything, okay? Just please, please don’t hurt me anymore, Y/N.”

Song Mingi

You knew that when your gang comes and tries to take you back, they will fail and that’s exactly what happened that day. Mingi was way too powerful and way too obsessed over you but you were happy how everything turned out. „You’re not ready yet?” Mingi walked into your shared room, making his way behind you. „Give me two minutes.” He smilingly nodded his head. „Okay. I will wait downstairs.” You nodded your head. He planned this date for a bit now, his behavior being a bit strange. Once you were done, you went down where Mingi was waiting for you. After finishing your dinner at the restaurant, Mingi took your hand in his. „Y/N, today is a really special day for me, well, for us. I want nothing more than to have a future with you, to call you my wife / husband. Baby, I wanna make it official to the whole world now. Therefore I got you this.” He then pulled out a tiny black box. Your heart started to race. When he opened the box, you faced a beautiful diamond ring. Tears started to form in your eyes, one of your hands covering your mouth in shook. So that’s why Mingi was so exited about this dinner. „I-I don’t know what to say.” A chuckle left his mouth. „Well, you have to tell me if you want to become my wife / husband. Not that you have a choice, but I want you to say it out loud, baby.” „Yes, Mingi, I do!” He started smiling as bright as the sun, immediately taking the ring out and putting the ring on your right ring finger. „I love you. Thank you so much for making me the happiest men alive, Y/N.”

Jung Wooyoung

After a few months, Wooyoung was convinced that he trained you into the perfect pet. Honestly, it was hell. He let you starve, he punched you, humiliated you and has done so much more just for you to beg him to kill you. At some point you stopped and thanked him instead. That was it, this was when Wooyoung stopped. „Y/N! Hurry up, we need to leave soon!” Both of you were getting ready for a mission. You needed to leave the country, that’s why you were currently packing your suitcase. You hated the fact that you had no privacy. Wooyoung positioned guards EVERYWHERE around the house. So as you packed your underwear you asked the guard to turn around but he refused. „Come on, I feel uncomfortable with strangers seeing my underwear.” The guard didn’t move nor looked away. You rolled your eyes. „Please?” „I'm sorry Mrs. / Mr. Y/L/N but I am obliged to watch your every step. Mr. Jung would kill me if I let anything happen, no one know what you’re up to. You might carry a dangerous object with you and if Mr. Jung finds out, he will not only kill me but you too. I ask for understanding. For now, you might hurry up a bit, you know how the boss gets when someone’s taking too long for his liking.”

Choi Jongho

You indeed told him everything to the tiniest detail. Jongho believed you but he showed you the cold shoulder. You did understood tho, it just made you sad. As your were taking a shower, strong arms wrapped around your body. You turned your head around, looking directly into Jonghos beautiful brown eyes. He smiled at you. „You were taking too long, I had to come in.” You let out a little chuckle, turning your body around. You both just stared at each other’s eyes. „What’s wrong?” Jongho frowned. „What do you mean, Y/N?” Now you were the one smiling. „Your eyes. They hold some discomfort in them.” Jonghos grip loosened a bit. He didn’t say anything, only staring into your eyes. „Your eyes hold some discomfort too, Y/N.” You then broke the eye contact, looking at his bare chest. „Well, I have a good reason. I mean, not long ago I broke the heart of the most precious and most beautiful men on earth.” Jongho lifted your head up, letting his thumb carry your face softly. „Yea, maybe, but at the same time I killed the family of the most perfect human being of the entire world. To add on, I didn’t took enough research and ended up confronting you with things that you didn’t even do and the worst out of all things; almost killed you, Y/N, so please stop feeling bad because of me. I don’t want those beautiful eyes to hold sadness in them, okay?” Another smiled creeped on your face. „Only if you do the same for me Mr. Choi.” Then, both of you stated to burst out into laugher.

#ateez #ateez ff #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #ateez smut #mafia ateez reactions #mafia ateez #ateez reaction #ateez wooyoung #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez hongjoong #ateez hard hours #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #ateez jongho #ateez san #ateez yeosang #ateez ot8 #dark ateez #fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez angst

[amorevolous-chionophile]

Mommy

❆ Fluff ❆ 5,710 words ❆ dad!Hongjoong x babysitter!reader ❆

@soft-black-teabag​ is the precious mastermind behind this idea 💜

"Yes I understand... Yes... Yes I will be there."  Hongjoong sighed as he hung up the call and mentally cursed. His boss called, saying that he has to jump in to fill a shift urgently to help, as his co-worker called in sick last minute, since he lacks work hours. He glanced to the living room to check up on the reason of his lacking work hours, his little princess and he couldn't help but smile as he saw her happily playing with her designer's kit for children which he somehow managed to afford for her birthday since she proclaimed that she wants to be just like her daddy. Since he was taking care of her alone, he had to miss shifts from time to time as there were instances where none of his friends could fill in for him. He prayed that this wasn't one of those times because his boss warned him that if he doesn't show up to work in two hours he will get fired and he couldn't lose that job. Hongjoong took on a great number of jobs through the years to have his little minion live a nice and happy life. He keeps each of his jobs for as long as the boss is tolerant enough of him being late or missing whole shifts. He hates that he gives them a hard time, but raising a child as a single parent isn't an easy job and he is trying his best, he really is. Hiring a babysitter was an option sure, but Hongjoong couldn't afford one and even if he could, there was no way that he would ever leave his precious child to a complete stranger. He sighed once more before tapping in the message to the group chat, there are seven of them, surely one of them is free, right?

Wooyoung was in the middle of a game when a notification rang, signaling that a message had arrived on his phone. That wouldn't have been a problem if he wasn't in class and the notification didn't echo through the classroom. The college professor gave him a threatening look from above the rim of his glasses to what Wooyoung smiled nervously and pretended to move his phone back to his pocket before muting it and proceeding to read the message as soon as the professor looked away like nothing happened seconds ago. You eyed him judgingly from the seat next to him.  "Wooyoung, you are going to get in trouble." Not that most professors at college care if you are on your phone, laptop, are you listening or not... But this one was a bit of a nitpicking pain that always says that you should respect the time which he is giving to you in order to gift you knowledge by at least listening. He always made it sound like he doesn't get any compensation for what he does, not like he gets paid. Wooyoung looked at you with the most offended face he could make.  "Don't talk in class you'll get us in trouble."  He put a finger to his lips and couldn't help but smile to what you rolled your eyes and smiled as well returning your attention to the professor as Wooyoung returned his gaze to his phone. He entered the group chat to find that everyone already responded. He scrolled to the first message to see what all that was about, just to find Hongjoong's panicked message about needing someone as fast as possible to look over his child. Wooyoung loved that child like he was her uncle, and not just him, all of the boys warmed up to that little ray of sunshine. As he scrolled he noticed that none of the other boys were available, for valid reasons and he mentally sighed as he had to tell Hongjoong that he wasn't either.  Wooyoung: "I have a makeup exam. I must retake it, it's half of my mark. I'm really sorry."  This time he audibly sighed. He had major respect for Hongjoong, the guy was torn on million sides, he sacrificed his college and his free time for the sake of his child. That's why he felt bad for not being able to do anything in this situation.  Seonghwa: "Hongjoong, could you please reconsider all that about the babysitter?"  Yunho: "Yes, please, if money is the problem we can help you with that."  Hongjoong: "I know, but even if I agree, how can I get any babysitter to come in less than an hour? No worries guys, I'll just find another job."  Wooyoung was too preoccupied with his phone and thoughts of how to help to notice the professor eyeing him suspiciously. You however noticed and nudged him to snap out of it or he won't even have the chance to take that makeup exam. He rapidly turned his head to you, his eyes widening and your face crunching from confusion. It was seconds before he returned his attention to his phone.  Wooyoung: "I am a genius. I have solved all of your problems 😇"  Yeosang: "This is gonna be good."  Hongjoong: "?"  Wooyoung: "Y/N!"  Hongjoong: "Who?"  San: "Oooh, nice!👍🏻👍🏻"  Yeosang: "I am disappointed I am not disappointed with that answer. That is your first good idea since...ever."  Jongho: "How come that idea never crossed our minds before."  Mingi: "That would be so adorable to see. Just think of that cuteness duo!😸🥰"  Hongjoong: "Guys, would you please concentrate and tell me who that is."  You had to nudge Wooyoung again, stronger this time because he was visibly testing the professor's patience.  "Wooyoung, leave that phone, the professor is giving you a death stare I think even the room temperature decreased."  You whispered almost inaudibly to what he turned off his screen, nudged the phone to the side of his desk and shifted his gaze up smiling innocently to the professor. You couldn't help but pinch the bridge of your nose letting out a breathy laugh at his carefree attitude.

Hongjoong: "Wooyoung, who's y/n?"  Seonghwa: "Seems like he's not here anymore."  Jongho: "What... who leaves in a moment like that."  San: "I think he and y/n have class with that ice drama queen professor."  Yeosang: "He probably used all of his energy to come up with that idea, his system must have shut down."  San: "Yeosang... Who hurt you young child?"  Yeosang: "Whoever ate my fried chicken the last time we hung out."  Mingi: "But why are you taking it out on Wooyoung when Yunho ate your chicken 😂"  Yunho: "He. Didn't. Know. That."  Mingi: "Oops, I didn't know that."  Yeosang: "Well, it's only important that now I know that."  Yunho: "🙃"  Hongjoong: " G U Y S. I'm kinda running out of time here."  Seonghwa: "You remember how we mentioned Wooyoung's neighbor that hung out with us probably every single time when you weren't there?"  Hongjoong: "Oh yeah, I forgot her name, so y/n... I'm not so sure, how well do you guys know her?"  Mingi: "Wooyoung knows her best since she was his neighbor and classmate from the very start of college."  Jongho: "But since he's not here, your second best options are San, Yeosang and me. Well Yeosang and me."  San: "Hey 🥺"  Yeosang: "Yes, since we attend the same college we meet quite frequently so I assure you that she is a good choice."  San: "Are you all ignoring me now 🥺"  Jongho: " I strongly agree with Yeosang, not once did she leave a bad impression."  San: "..."  Hongjoong: "Well not like I have a choice at this point anyway."  Seonghwa: "Since I sense that you are still unsure, I remember this one time when she got a call from her sister and had to leave to look after her nephews."  Yunho: "So that means she knows with children. I mean you got a winning combo here." Hongjoong: "But I don't know, what if the two of them don't get along, what if something happens"  Jongho: "I just wanna remind you that this was Wooyoung's idea to which even Yeosang agreed"  Mingi: "I think that this is the first time something like this happened 😅"  Seonghwa: "Come on Hongjoong, you know we love your child almost as much as you do. We would never propose something that would be potentially dangerous for her."  Hongjoong: "Alright... Fine"

Finally, for what seemed ten times longer than the original ten minutes it should have lasted, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. You stretched your arms, still sitting down, while Wooyoung rapidly swiped trough his phone to catch up on the conversation that he missed, hoping to run into Hongjoong's agreement. You eyed him suspiciously when he jolted up with an excited "yes". You mirrored his actions and got up as well, gathering your stuff.  "What happened, the makeup exam got postponed?"  He let out a sad whining sound before gathering his stuff as well.  "As if, not even in my dreams."  He swung his backpack on his back and typed something in his phone excitedly.  "Then what is..."  Before you could finish, he grabbed your wrist and started speed walking towards the door and into the hallway, opposite of the direction of where his exam is supposed to be.  "Wait Wooyoung, what is going on?"  But you were not graced by any kind of answer in return. When you exited the building, you were even more puzzled to see Yeosang, San and Jongho there. Before you could ask again, Wooyoung went into medical commercial narrator mode.  "So you remember how we mentioned our friend that has a rainbow sunshine pink sparkly precious child after who he looks after alone and that sometimes we fill in because he has to work and all. Well today we are all busy and if he doesn't go to work he will get fired and he really needs that job and he can't leave the child alone and so we thought that maybe, probably, eventually you could look after her because we don't have much time since he needs to go to work soon and pretty much we don't have any other option...please?"  You blinked trying to process everything you just heard as Wooyoung grabbed your hand and shook it giving you the puppy dog eyes look. You closed your eyes trying to form a coherent question in return to all that.  "Wha..."  But San interrupted you, joining Wooyoung in the hand shaking puppy dog eyes squad. "Pleeease, the child is a sweetheart I swear. I promise you two will get along perfectly, and the cuteness oh God, you two will be the cutest duo ever."  You shook your head, really trying to keep up with the both of them, looking around to find a spot to focus on in order to actually have a chance to think about the proposal, when you noticed Yeosang and Jongho standing on a greater distance from you than when they originally were, talking among themselves, pretending not to know you three. You couldn't blame them. "Wait you two, wait a second. I mean I am free now and I would love to help, but I am not sure about all this? To him I am a stranger and from what I have picked up from your stories he wouldn't leave his child with just anyone so I don't think he will agree to this. Also a child... I'm not sure, it's not the same as looking after my nephews."  Wooyoung let go of your hand in order to swipe through his phone for a brief second before showing you a message of Hongjoong's agreement, more like shoving it in your face.  "He already agreed, it's only left for you to agree so please."  You almost winced from the frequency Wooyoung's voice managed to hit. You were kinda at a dead end in that moment. You had no reasons to refuse, not like you even wanted to refuse an opportunity to help someone in a tight situation so the answer was pretty obvious.  "Okay, just tell me the address and..."  Your proclamation was interrupted with Wooyoung and San squealing and, for the sake of their souls, let's say that those were manly squeals. They ran up to Yeosang and Jongho and excitedly announced that you have agreed before Wooyoung proceeded to run back to the college entrance in his style, shouting.  "I'm late for the makeup exam, I will text you the address before I..."  Was all you managed to hear before his voice became inaudible.  "Wooyoung, I swear to God."  You whispered in your chin before joining the remaining trio in order to say goodbye.

Hongjoong was running around his apartment, grabbing his necessities before a tiny voice called out to him.  "Daddy?"  The young girl was standing underneath the notably larger doorframe, questioningly tilting her head to the side.  "You said you would stay home today."  Her face welcomed a small pout. Hongjoong quickly squatted to her eye level, one hand on her shoulder, while the other caressed the crown of her head.  "I know princess, but they called daddy to come today. I promise I will make it up to you."  He smiled, hoping to reassure her.  "I just miss you."  She proclaimed sadly before wrapping her small arms around his neck. Saying that his heart shattered into million pieces would be an understatement. He sighed heavily and wrapped his hands around her, lifting her up.  "I'm sorry it has to be this way."  He said that more to himself before the melody of the doorbell filled the house. The girl looked in her dad's eyes with newfound interest.  "Which uncle is coming today?"  Hongjoong smiled nervously, not sure how to deliver the news and more importantly not knowing what the reaction will be.  "About that..."  He hesitated as he went towards the door with her still in his arms.  "It's uncle Wooyoung's friend."  He confessed, opening the door, not sure himself what to expect. What greeted him there was a warm, smiling figure, immediately putting him at ease.  "Hello, I'm Wooyoung's classmate, y/n. It's nice to meet you Hongjoong."  You gave a little wave before grinning to the little girl.  "And this must be the princess I have heard so much about."  The girl smiled in return, resting her head on her dad's shoulder, still a bit shy.  "Hello."  Hongjoong motioned you to enter before he closed the door behind you, a faint scent of his shampoo hitting you.  "I should hurry now, thank you for coming on such short notice."  You were in the process of taking off your shoes while you replied.  "Don't worry, it's a pleasure to help."  You rose back up stretching out your arms for Hongjoong to give the girl to you.  "Oh there's no reason for that, she may be too heavy for you, besides she is daddy's big girl, she can walk."  Hongjoong went to put her down, but to his surprise he ran into the girl's resentment, as she stretched her arms out to you in return. You smiled warmly and took the child in your arms, patting her back.  "It's not a problem really."  You reassured Hongjoong as you turned to the girl.  "This way we can assist daddy together while he is getting ready for work, right?"  The girl chimed happily in response. Hongjoong didn't notice or he didn't want to notice how his brain blocked all of his actions for a brief second wanting to absorb that moment and so he continued with tying his shoelaces a moment after as if nothing happened. Hongjoong was about to exit when you noticed a phone on the cupboard next to you, so you quickly stop him. "Hongjoong, I think you forgot your phone."  He checked in all his pockets to check before he accepted the phone from you grasp and thanked you with a warm smile.  "Daddy will be back before you know it princess, be nice to y/n."  He bent down to plant a kiss on the girl's cheek, before her little hands grabbed his face and turned his head in order to do the same. The scene had you internally melting from all the cuteness. Hongjoong went out the door, and you trailed him standing on the doorframe.  "Wave to daddy."  You told the girl who shook her hand smiling from ear to ear, you copying her. There was it again, that moment that Hongjoong felt shoot through his heart and brain.

You caressed the girl's cheek before putting a blanket atop of her, snuggling her to sleep. You put the fairytale book you were reading her a bedtime story from on the shelf. You decided to leave the lamp on, just a bit more dimmed as you were not sure whether or not she was afraid of the dark. She fell asleep pretty quickly, and it was no wonder, for the whole day you were doing all kind of things together, playing pretend, fashion designer, telling stories, watching cartoons, eating. You tried to engage her in everything you could, you really gave it your all, and it was easy because she was indeed a pure angel child. You sat in the living room, lowering the volume of the tv in order to hear if she wakes up. You had time to peacefully look around the apartment which was an interesting fusion of an art and music studio, laced with the essence of a family home. You also noticed that the home was sparkly clean. You didn't know that that was Seonghwa's doing however. He was the last to babysit, just the day before you. He and the girl were playing fashion designer when Seonghwa made the grave mistake of commenting how she put too much glitter on a particular piece of clothing. Second after that he had a child proclaiming that he shouldn't question her fashion sense and glitter pretty much... everywhere. So after putting her to sleep he engaged himself in cleaning all the glitter, and cleaning glitter is not an easy job, not to mention that he himself resembled a disco ball with all the glitter he had in his hair. He somehow ended cleaning even the rest and who knows when he would have stopped if Hongjoong haven't arrived home. You basically absent mindedly gazed into the cartoon on the tv which was muted when your phone buzzed and brought you back to your senses. It was a message from an unknown number, but from the content of the message you figured it was Hongjoong.  Hongjoong: I will be back about 10 minutes.  You saved his contact before replying.  You: Thanks for giving me a notice, I will wait for you. I put her to sleep, so you have nothing to worry about.  And just like that you spent those 10 minutes watching a cartoon on mute before you heard a clatter of keys trying to unlock the door, but being unable to due the keys from the inside of the door.  "I'm coming."  You whisper-yelled, afraid not to wake the girl as you hurried to the door. You turned the keys and opened the door, smiling.  "Welcome home."  It was probably due to not having a chance to hear that often, but his heart slightly fluttered at your welcome and he couldn't help but smile a little.  "As I already mentioned, she is sound asleep..."  You trailed off as you went to pick up your belongings from the living room, not wanting to yell and as soon as you returned you started putting on your shoes.  "She is a wonderful child, you raised her very well."  You gave him a wide smile as you started putting on your coat.  "We made dinner together and left you some in the refrigerator so you can heat it up if you want. You must be tired so I will be going now."  As you took ahold of the knob, he took ahold of your forearm. You turned around, giving him a puzzled look as to which he just took out his wallet.  "No Hongjoong please, I did not do this for money. Besides, that child already repaid me with her smile, I really had a nice time today."  You shook your hands before your face in defense.  "There's no way I can let you leave without anything, you lost your whole day."  He took out his money and was handing it to you, but you were not an easy nut to crack.  "Can we make a deal then? If I happen to look after her again, I will accept, okay?"  He sighed in defeat, dropping the argument as it was leading nowhere. But that idea of you babysitting again, deep down he liked it.  "Alright, alright."  You exited the door waving at him.  "Why don't you at least let me call you a cab? It's pretty dark outside for you to be walking alone."  Shaking your head you turned to him.  "Don't worry about me, go back to that precious little child."  He nodded, closing the door.  "Hongjoong..."  He halted and looked at you expectantly.  "See you."  And like that, you parted.

Little did you know that she would want you to come look after her again and again and again. Hongjoong of course, refused her at first, not wanting to trouble you, but soon he just gave up. And you didn't mind really, that child grew onto you like on anyone she meets. This time you were just going to visit her for no particular reason, you just had free time. You knocked on the door you grew used to and the man you started to develop faint feelings for opened.  "Oh hi, come on in."  He gave you his usual smile and you obliged. Just after barely taking one shoe off you heard your name being shouted from across the hall by a little human who was running to tackle hug you.  "How's my favourite princess doing?"  She smiled from ear to ear, as she always did.  "Good! Daddy and I were just talking about you!"  You rose a brow as you shot a glance at Hongjoong who was smiling nervously.  "Daddy asked me if I would want you..."  She was unable to finish her sentence because Hongjoong interupted, cutting her mid sentence. "You know, we were just planning on going grocery shopping, so you don't have to take off your shoes if you wanna come with us."  You returned your attention to the child, whispering into her ear.  "You'll tell me later."  You smooched her cheek before raising back up nodding at Hongjoong.  "Let's go."

"Hongjoong, you forgot to get the tomatoes... How do you expect that we make the bolognese sauce without tomatoes?"  You waved in front of his face with a wooden spoon threateningly.  "Sorry, I was hindered by a certain small being that strongly wanted a package of gummy bears."  You just chuckled at his troubled expression.  "We can just improvise something then, I guess. At least she got what she wanted."  You nodded in the direction where the previously mentioned small being was eating her gummy bears, her attention on the cartoon playing on the tv.  "I have a weakness for her, what was I supposed to do."  Hongjoong gave you a troubled smile as he was growing scared of that wooden spoon in your grip. You couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his hair.  "Go rest, you were working for the whole day yesterday. Your eye bags are so big, they could be used as bowls."  He shook his head.  "I can't leave everything to you..."  You squinted your eyes and raised the wooden spoon back in his sight.  "We will all rest when we eat, how does that sound?"  You rolled your eyes at him jokingly.  "You were always a tough negotiator, have it your way."  Smiling to your agreement he let out a breathy laugh, not really sure how to react to the given situation. You were gifting him precious moments he could only dream of before. Like having someone to welcome him, see him off, look after him and his baby, make a meal for him, and all that just made him wish that he could do the same for you.

"Hongjoong, I am actually amazed at your cooking skills." You confessed as you plopped yourself on the couch, the little minion automatically manifesting on your side hugging you. Hongjoong went to sit on the other side of the couch before he was stopped by his little girl. "Daddy, I want you to sit here."  She patted the free spot next to her, and Hongjoong just obliged, placing himself next to you two.  "Now I want you two to hug me."  She giggled as if she knew exactly what she was doing. As you put your arms around the little minion and connected them on the small of Hongjoong's back, he did the same. Your head rested on his shoulder, inhaling the same scent from the first day when you met him, his head rested on your shoulder looking longingly at the one person he wished for from the first day he met you, and in-between you two, a brightly smiling child who loved both of you was seated.

And so again, you went to them, they came to you. When Hongjoong was working, you were babysitting and when he was free the three of you just casually spent time together. This one time, when Hongjoong returned from work you were still in the process of putting the minion to sleep. Hongjoong inspected you closely as you ran after the child while taking off his coat and boots and he couldn't help but smile. You halted for a minute to welcome him, while the minion was long gone from sight. As you turned back to go after her you could hear her voice from the room.  "Mommy hurry, I want you to read me a story before I fall asleep."  You froze to the spot and looked to Hongjoong wide eyed as he did the exact same thing. Your face welcomed a shade of pink as you turned around and marched forward, not being able to face him.  "C-coming princess."

"Hey Hongjoong."  You peeked inside the living room, finally mustering up the courage to face him after what happened earlier, but to your luck, or misfortune, he was asleep. You would have let him be and went home as it was that he even gave you the key to his apartment, but you couldn't leave him in such a uncomfortable position. He must have fell asleep while waiting for you. You shook him lightly by the shoulder, afraid not to startle him. Your heart fluttered the same time his tired eyes fluttered open.  "I just didn't want to leave you in an uncomfortable position, I will be leaving now. Get some rest."  You blabbered and were ready to leave.  "Could you stay... a bit longer?"  Originally, it would not have been a problem, but this time around your nerves were getting the better of you. However, not having a proper reason to refuse, you sat on the couch next to Hongjoong, sighing.  "May I?"  He was asking you to lay on your legs. Again, it wasn't the first time, but never before did he ask nor did you feel nervous while his soft features were beneath your reach. However, on instinct your fingers started playing with his hair and he momentarily relaxed. Feeling restless you just had the urge to start a talk about something, anything.  "Hongjoong, you never told me what happened to your...uhm...her real m..."  You found it quite difficult to word the sentence, luckily Hongjoong caught on and saved you the struggle.  "We had my princess when we were nineteen..."

Hongjoong and his girlfriend at the time didn't even plan marriage, a baby? Even less. But she found out she was pregnant and after a lot of negotiations and talking, they decided to keep the baby and promised that they would handle every obstacle on their way. Neither of them ever dreamed that their first and biggest obstacle were their own parents. Both sides gave them the cold shoulder, but not all hope was lost. They believed that when the baby is born, their parents would change their mind. It was a brutal strike to both of them when, even with the birth of their baby girl, nothing changed. They weren't making much and they could barely take care of even themselves. That is when the girl wavered. She was scared for her future and she insisted that they give the baby for adoption. Hongjoong however, didn't want to hear about it. He didn't want to give his precious treasure to some random stranger. He also couldn't care less about his parents rejecting him. They always treated him as if he was a nuisance, so what was the difference now. His girlfriend, however, left and he never blamed her for that. She lied to her parents that she put her child up for adoption, she split up with Hongjoong and broke off every contact with him and the baby out of fear that her parents would kick her out again. Through all that time the only person Hongjoong kept contact with was his brother. Even against Hongjoong's will his brother keeps sending him money from time to time. Hongjoong on the other hand sends him back videos and pictures of the little minion doing whatnot. This is the exact reason why Hongjoong is making sure to make her real uncle a part of her life as much as possible. The number of times the uncle burst into tears after hearing a little voice through the phone calling him to come and meet her is a large one. There was nothing he could do about that as he lived on the other side of Korea. The only thing his brother didn't tell Hongjoong is that their parents greatly regret their choices and want to see their grandchild. But Hongjoong will find out himself when and if they decide to let go of their stupid idea of pride.

"...and that's how the two of us ended up like this."  It was not until your tear fell on his face that he noticed that you were crying.  "Hey, don't cry for that."  He raised his hand in order to wipe away the watery paths that your tears left on your face.  "She now finally has a mum as she said. I can't thank you enough for playing that role for her, no let me take that back, you are not playing that role. After all this time of looking after her you can call yourself her mum."  His comment only turned on the faucet that let more tears fall.  "Thank you for saying so Hongjoong."  He rose from your legs and turned to face you.  "I didn't plan to do it like this but here it goes."  He cupped your chin and leaned into you, his only support being his other hand. Your heart went on a rampage, throwing itself randomly against your rib cage causing irregularities in your breath. Hongjoong softly smiled when he noticed your reaction, feeling reassured to carry on with his confession.  "I started attaching myself to you from the first time you stood on that door. At first I wasn't sure if that was because..."  You cut him off by placing your lips onto his in a sweet kiss unsure if your heart would be able to last through his whole speech. You pulled away shyly forcing yourself to look him in the eye. Now it was official, until now you were practically just a couple without that official stamp. It felt nice, it felt like home.  "You will tell me later, I wasn't sure if I was able to survive through it all."  You grinned and he shook his head, smiling as well before he leaned in again.

"Okay is everyone ready?"  You asked eagerly after hearing Hongjoong approach the door.  "I don't understand why we have to wear this."  Yeosang retorted, not amused in the slightest before Yunho appeared from behind him and pulled him into the room to hide like he was pulling him in a back alley to kidnap him, what made the situation more amusing was Yeosang's uninterested face.  "Come on Yeosang we don't have much time for questions."  Yunho whispered in his ear as they both disappeared into the darkness of the room. You sighed in relief as everyone was finally on their position just as you heard the keys and the door knob. And then there on the door appeared Hongjoong.  "Welcome home, come on sweetie."  You welcomed Hongjoong and guided his, no, both of your child to him.  "Daddy, mommy bought me a minion onesie, look!"  She ran up to Hongjoong and extended her arms up to him.  "It's beautiful love! What does it say here... I'm gonna be a sister..."  Hongjoong's eyes widened as his heart skipped a few beats and he would have jumped to hug you right then and there if he wasn't startled by seven men who ran at him at the same time, wearing a "I'm going to be an uncle (again)" shirts, pink shirts. Hongjoong's eyes widened again before he passed the child to Seonghwa to come and finally hug you.  "So another girl huh?"  You smiled widely back to him, nodding and he returned an even wider smile.  "What week are you?"  He caressed your still unnoticeable bump.  "The doctor said 15th, the stomach is going to start to show from here on."  He hugged you careful not to squish you too much.  "I love you, thank you for giving me everything and making me a happy man."  He pressed his forehead to yours.  "I should be the one thanking you, Joong."  Your lips met again just like they did yesterday and just like they will tomorrow.  "I want to hug with mommy and daddy too!"  And just like that your little intimate moment became a group hug of all the people you considered family.

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[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to their s/o asking their a tricky question

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k7.

❦ A/N: Pretty short writing, but I’ve been inspired for this today so here it is! Hope you will like it! 🤍 Stay all healthy! 🦋

HONGJOONG: “If you needed to choose between your career or me? What would you choose?”

“What about this?” Asked Hongjoong, trying to find the right beat for the song’s instrumental. “It sounds like the previous one.” You replied lazily, sitting on the couch. “But it fits the whole thing well.” “I’m not sure... I’m not really convinced by it.” “You are so dedicated to your productions. It makes me feel a little bit jealous sometimes.” You claimed, eyes still glued on your phone. “Come on I grant you more time nowadays.” You raised a brow and stared at your boyfriend’s back. “If you mean these 5 more minutes… than spoiler... it’s not enough for the clingy girl that I am.” “Okay I got it.” He giggled. “Give me 15 minutes and I’ll stop for the rest of the day. Deal?” “Okay deal.” You replied satisfied.

You both focused back on your screen, even if yours was an Instagram feed. When suddenly a question popped in your mind. “Joongie?” You called him nicely. “Hum? What is it girl? I’m almost done.” “I have a question.” “Tell me.” He said without looking at you. “If you needed to choose between your career or me? What would you choose?” Hongjoong went tense right before you finished to talk. The boys told him that he should have been ready for this type of questions, but he never thought you would ask one for real. He stared right at his computer screen in front of him. He needed to answer quickly because you might start to get mad. “Huh... well...” he coughed. “That’s a simple question of course.” “Really? Then what would you choose?” You insisted. “Since you are my muse, I can’t write music or produce any beat. So, I need you.” He replied taking care at each word which was coming out of his mouth. “Oh. Cute. Thank you.” You said before taking back your attention on your phone. Hongjoong couldn’t believe it. All this panic just for a “cute” and “thank you”? “Women...” he whispered before playing again with his production.

SEONGHWA: “Why did you choose me over your ex?”

“You are so focused on your ‘cleaning things’.” You stated from the bed. “Cleaning things?” He repeated. “It’s a healing time for me Y/N.” “And that’s make you even more weird.” You teased him. “Then maybe, the weirdo that I am shouldn’t clean your apartment again.” He winked, starting to remove his plastic gloves. “Wow wow wow! I was kidding!” You stopped him. Seonghwa smirked, he knew you would change your mind. “Jeez... I really need to teach you offbeat humor.” “Help me instead.” He suggested even though he knew you wouldn’t do it. “Nevermind, you are so funny!” You slipped under the sheets. Seonghwa went back to his cleaning session. For sure his favorite think was to clean a Sunday morning with your being around. It was a peaceful atmosphere.

“Babe?” You asked shyly, just showing the half of your face. “Yes. Have you changed your mind?” He smiled. “Actually no. It’s just that I’m curious about one thing?” You said more seriously. “What is it?” He focused on you. “Why did you choose me over your ex?” Seonghwa’s brain went from relaxation to the warning mode. He stared at the sponge in his hand, not daring to make an eye-contact with you. “I know, it’s unexpected but my brain really wants to know how someone like me could interest someone like you.” “W-well.” He stuttered. “In fact, it should be the opposite.” Not understanding what he meant, you furrowed your eyebrows. Just this expression sent him in a panic mode. “I mean... I’m the luckiest one between both of us. There are not many girls who would stay with me because of my busy schedule. Like when I can’t hang out with you for several months or even miss our anniversary date. So… thank you for being this comprehensive and kind.” He smiled. “And my ex was a big mistake. I don’t even consider her as an ex-girlfriend. So, no matter what, it will forever be you over everything else in this world.” He finished. When he finally looked at you, he only spotted your teary eyes. “Are you crying?” He smiled. “No... I have a dust in my eye.” You lied. “Yes sure. Both eyes?” “Just clean the room better than this. So many dusts.” You said before bidding once again under the bed. “I guess my answer wasn’t that bad.” He congratulated himself.

YUNHO: “Why did you choose me over your ex?”

A little walk outside with your boyfriend was the thing you needed the most right now. Yunho’s week has been stressful and your boss seemed like a tyrant today. Both of you needed to escape in your own little world otherwise you would end crazy. “You are not cold Y/N?” Made sure your boyfriend. You pouted when you beard him using your name. “I had a terrible day, and you call me ‘Y/N’?” Yunho giggled at your face expression. “Sorry. You are not cold... my love?” A smile immediately appeared on your face. “No, thank you Yunho.” “Hey!” He laughed. “Don’t call me Yunho when I gave you little cute names.” “That’s what you deserve.” “Even though that’s unfair… that’s one reason of why I love you.” Happily, you wrapped your arms around his. A little bit snuggling next to him. “By the way...” you started. “How do you know I was ‘the one’?” Yunho almost tripped on his foot. “Ohw! Take care idiot!” You helped him to gain his weight back. He giggled embarrassedly, secretly hoping that you talk about something else. “So? How did you know it?” You asked once again.

Mission failed.

“P-probably like you. When you knew that I was one.” He tried to reverse the situation. “Well for me I had this feeling! It’s like my brain knew it before my heart.” “Yes!” He snapped. “It’s exactly the same for me.” “Oh really?” You smiled. Yunho nodded, not wanting to dive more in this conversation. “Did you have this urge craving for food and for love too?” You asked. “Sure!” He lied again. “So… this is destiny.” You claimed, tugging on his arm. “Exactly.” He concluded. “Destiny that I met a liar like you.” “Completely!” Then he realized. “Hold up? A liar?” You only tossed him with a single stare and continued to walk by your own. “Y/N! No- Babe! Wait for me!” He ran after you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You wouldn’t stay mad for long.

YEOSANG: “Would you still love me if I was different?”

“For God’s Sake Y/N, please pick a dress.” “Yeosang, this is an important event I can’t wear something picked in 2 seconds.” “You are just going to meet my friends... they won’t even look at your outfit.” “Then should I go there naked?” You asked sarcastically. Yeosang stared at you for 5 longs seconds before turning back to fix his shirt in the mirror. “Pick one instead of saying non-sense.” “The red one is cute but maybe a little bit too sexy for a casual meeting.” “Then pick the blue one.” He sighed. “But the blue one might be a little bit too casual.” You said. “Oh gosh Y/N.” “Oh, come on! It’s easy for you! You look good in everything, even a trash bag.” You claimed jealously. Before you finish mad (more than right now), Yeosang gave up. “Wear what you want then.” He said before plopping down on the bed.

You felt a bit bad and mad for being insecure and taking so long just to pick an outfit. “Would you still love me if I was different?” You asked, grabbing the blue dress. “Hell no.” He instantly replied. “No?!” You turned back. “I mean yes!” He sat correctly with a big smile. “You are a bad liar Yeosang.” Your boyfriend bit his lip, trying to rectify his mistake. “I meant that I fell in love with you for who you are right now. If you were a little bit more different, it wouldn’t be ‘you’ anymore.” You tilted your head, “but why if I was just a little bit more confident or stuff like that?” “It wouldn’t be you.” He replied. “When we met, I loved the insecure side that you had because I was in the same mind.” “So… we are kind of working on this… together?” Yeosang nodded, agreeing with you. “Well...” you looked at your reflection in the mirror. “It’s going to be the blue one.” “Hallelujah.” Claimed your boyfriend.

SAN: “Why do you love me?”

“It’s Y/N turn!” Claimed Wooyoung next to you. “Again?” You grunted. “Truth or dare young lady?” Asked Yunho. “Truth.” “Come on you are not funny.” Pouted San. “Y’all crazy! If I choose dare and you are going to ask me to run naked in the street.” “She’s not wrong.” Admitted Wooyoung picking a candy. “So, truth.” “Okay then... of what or how women think?” You scoffed, “that’s a girl secret.” “Then do we need to give her a pledge?” Asked Mingi. “No no no okay.” You changed your mind. “So?” “We think exactly like you. Not always these girlies stereotypes, like shopping and nails.” You explained. “Food?” “Yes, we think about food a lot. Even too much.” “And sex?” Asked San. “Of course! We have our moments too.” You admitted. “Okay next.” Said Seonghwa changing right away the conversation. “San?” “Truth.” “And I’m no fun Huh?” San was making an excuse while you were hardly thinking about a though question. What could make San flustered or embarrassed? “Okay!” You smiled enthusiastically. “Why-” you paused. “Do you love me?” All the boys around whistled while poking San’s body to tease him. “W-what kind of question is that?” He stuttered.

Mission accomplished for you. 1-0 for you.

“Answer it or you are going to have a pledge.” Smirked Wooyoung. San was sweating. This question was hard to answer because he knows you would end being mad, no matter what. There was no escape, and his teammate were not being helpful at all. “So?” Repeated Seonghwa, enjoying the situation too. “I-I-” he started stuttering a bit, ignoring what to do or where to start. You loved to see him this way. You were really appreciating every second of it. “Pledge.” He finally said. For sure, you would be mad, but it was the only solution he had right now. “Okay then tell us why you love Y/N. 3 things.” “I hate all of you.”

MINGI: “When do you think we will get married Mingi?”

“Hello lovebirds.” Greeted Yunho before plopping down on the sofa. “Hello!” You replied back. “How was your day?” “Nobody ever told me how acting was tiring.” He yawned. “More tiring than practicing all day?” Asked your boyfriend, head resting on your laps. “Hum... no but still. There’s so many scripts to remember, so many facial expression...” he enumerated. “Come on... I’m pretty sure you are enjoying it.” You claimed. “I do. It’s just exhausting for a beginner, at least.”

You smiled at Yunho, he had so much acting opportunities these times. People started to see him as a talented young boy and not only as a Kpop idol. “And you lovebirds? How was your day?” He asked politely. “Pretty good we went to my friend’s wedding ceremony. It was pretty cool.” He replied. “Oh yeah, true.” He smiled the tall guy. “And how did you find it Mingi.” “Less bad than I expected.” He replied still staring at the TV. “He loved the buffet too.” You giggled. “Wedding’s food is the B.E.S.T!” Admitted Yunho. “I’m more impatient for the food that he ceremony itself.” “So true!” You clapped. “Don’t worry we will prepare a good one for our wedding.” Yunho and Mingi exchanged a quick glance. “When do you think we will get married Mingi?” Your boyfriend gave his friend a quick stare saying “save me” or “say something” but Yunho was clearly enjoying the situation. “Mingi?” “We are a bit too young no? I- I mean in maybe 3 years okay b-but now... it’s-” Mingi looked at every expression on your face and right now, you were completely in the incomprehension one. “Okay it’s late! Let’s go to sleep!” He changed the conversation. Your boyfriend rushed to turn the off the TV and run to his bedroom. “Did he-” you paused. “Run away? Totally.” Finished Yunho.

WOOYOUNG: “What do you love about me?”

“Do you know what you are going to eat?” Asked your boyfriend, putting down the menu. “Everything here looks so tasty.” You whined. “Take everything you want babe.” Smiled Wooyoung. “Do you want me to spend all of your money?” “Why not.” He smiled. “Okay Sir.” You stuck your tongue out at him. Finally, after taking a year to order your food, you finally chose your favorite Korean meal. When the waiter left, you focused back on your boyfriend. “So why did you choose this restaurant for the Valentine’s Day?” “Because you are not really into the fancy restaurants?” “True.” You smiled. “You know me so well.” “After 2 years of dating. I better know you correctly.” He held your hand on the table. “Already 2 years wow.” You stared at your intertwined fingers. “Time goes fast huh?” “Really fast.” He smirked at you.

“By the way, I never really asked this but, what do you love about me?” Wooyoung blinked dumbly. It’s like the left part of his brain already had the answer, while the right side was aware of the tension this question could bring. “What do I love?” He repeated, hoping you changed your mind. “Yeah.” You confirmed. “Well- Haha…-” he grunted. “There’s so many things you know.” “Like what?” You insisted wanting more details. “Like what?” He repeated again. “Well, you know! Your personality, ‘youreverythingbodyeyesandstufflikethis’.” He muttered, trying to talk quickly so you couldn’t understand. “My what?” Wooyoung stared at his phone next to his arm, thinking about a way to escape this situation. He removed his grip off your hand and grabbed his phone. “여보세요*?” “Your phone didn’t ring. At all.” You crossed your arms around on your chest. “Ah Yunho! Is it urgent because I’m with Y/N right now?” “Wooyoung.” You called him. “Sorry I will need to take this call outside.” Lied your boyfriend, standing up before leaving the restaurant. “Wait for me here!” “You are the biggest coward ever,” you yelled before he could exit.

*여보세요/Yeoboseyo: hi/allo in korean.

JONGHO: “When are you going to introduce me to your parents?”

“Y/N would never ask these types of questions.” Sighed Jongho. “Never?” Repeated Hongjoong. “You are ignoring a lot of things about girls.” “Please, the vision you have about girls is so cliché.” “He’s still naive and innocent. Let him see the real side of Y/N, by himself.” Suggested Yeosang. “I know Y/N well.” He rolled his eyes. All the boys were gathered around a good diner in the new kitchen at the dorm. The casual conversation they had at the beginning, ended in an interview of Jongho, to learn a little bit more about you. All the eldest boys acted like they were dating experts, but only few of them have been in a relationship before. “Stop making assumptions about Y/N, she’s not like the other girls.” Just when he finished to talk, his phone buzzed on the table. “Oh Y/N!” Said Mingi pointing the phone. “She probably felt that we were talking about her.” “Pick up and put the speaker so we could see if she’s asking you these types of questions.” Challenged Seonghwa. “Good. I will prove you she’s totally cool.”

Completely sure of him, Jongho executed what his Hyung suggested. “Hello babe,” you greeted him. “Hello love, are you okay?” Asked Jongho, eating his hamburger at the same time. “Pretty good. Hyebin just left so I’m all alone.” “Do you want me to come a bit later?” “Yes, sure why not!” You accepted. “But actually... I have a question.” All the members smirked at the maknae. “It’s starting to be interesting.” Whispered Hongjoong. “What is it love?” Gulped Jongho. “Hyebin told me how she introduced her girlfriend to her parents and then... I was curious to know… when are you going to introduce me to your parents?” Jongho’s face decomposed while the entire team were high fiving each other. “Okay maybe it’s too early. No pressure but I was just wondering.” You reassured him. “I call you back, there’s a fire in the dorm.” Lied Jongho. “Huh wait for re-?” When he hung up, he felt seven stares on him. “I don’t want to hear anything from one of you.” He threatened them. “It was just a random question okay? She’s different.” “Yes sure, if you say, fireman.” Said San, patting his back.

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[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜 𝐼𝑠 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warning: Mentions of NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

✿𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰✿

Having finished earlier than expected, Hongjoong went back to the dorms. Knowing the others probably left to visit people or just get out for once, he felt glad to have the dorm all to himself and just relax without the obnoxious noise the others made. As soon as he closed the door though, he heard some weird shuffling and banging coming from the hallway.

Full of curiosity, he made his way down the hallway and realized the sound was coming from Mingi and Jongho's room. As he came closer, he distinguished what seemed to be panting and heavy breathing. The door was slightly open and he peeked inside just as Jongho came inside you.

"Fuck, you take my cum so well baby." He heard Jongho say.

"Excuse me?!" Hongjoong exclaimed in horror as he slammed the door open, frightening you both.

He couldn't believe it. Not only were you and Jongho sexually active, but you two weren't even using protection!

"Hyung! I swear it's not-"

But Hongjoong cut off the maknae, who was in the process of covering himself, same as you.

"Don't deny it! I know what I saw! And you didn't even use a condom! Oh my God!" Hongjoong was practically having a heart attack right there.

He pulled out his phone and quickly called Seonghwa.

"Seonghwa! Get your ass over here! We got a code red with Jongho, family intervention asap!"

Hongjoong couldn't even look at you two anymore. He'd forever be reminded about this moment.

"You both in my room in 5 minutes!" He ordered as he went to go prepare himself to scold you both.

✿𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪✿

It was just another laundry day for Seonghwa. He had already finished washing the sheets in his room and so he went over to Mingi and Jongho's room to put their sheets in the wash. He began stripping Jongho's bed when a strange garment fell from between inside the pillowcase when he removed it from the pillow. He picked it up and examined it, realizing that it was a black lace panty. It didn't take a genius to know that it was yours.

Right then, Jongho walked in and saw his Hyung holding his dirty little secret.

"You know.....I'd ask for an explanation but I don't think that's necessary..." Seonghwa spoke up first.

Jongho nodded as Seonghwa walked over to him and held the garment out to him.

"I mean....if you want me to wash it with your sheets too..."

"No! That's all right!" Jongho interrupted him, snatching the panties back and stuffing them in his pants.

Seonghwa knew what it all meant. He wasn't stupid. You and Jongho have been dating for 6 months, you two were bound to get physical at some point. He was pretty much expecting it. It was only natural.

He took in Jongho's embarrased expression and chuckled. Leaning in, he whispered:

"Your secret is safe with me, just try to be more careful, especially with the other nosy guys."

Seonghwa smiled at Jongho and winked at him, before gathering the sheets and continuing on with his business like normal.

✿𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸✿

Yunho made his way up the stairs to your college dorm. He knew you didn't have class today and he decided to use the opportunity to return to you your physics book that you left at their dorm one day. He happily skipped over to your door and knocked on it, secretly hoping it wasn't your scary roommate to greet him. He waited a few minutes, but you still weren't answering, so he knocked again, louder this time.

"Shit!" He heard someone cuss on the other side of the door, and a lot of shuffling was heard, even the sound of someone slipping was heard.

"She must have been asleep." Yunho chuckled, knowing you loved to take naps.

The door swung open, but the last thing Yunho expected to see was a half dressed Jongho, who looked equally shocked to see him.

"Hyung?!" Jongho exclaimed.

"Jongho? What are you doing here?" Yunho asked.

"Jongho? Is that the food we ordered?"

You appeared in the scene and stopped when you saw Yunho there. He saw that you were in only your underwear and one of Jongho's hoodies. Both of you looked like you just came out of the shower. Yunho's wide eyes suddenly turned into a smirk.

"So this is the 'practice' that you had to go to." Yunho snickered.

"Please don't." Jongho groaned, his hands covering his face.

"Don't want? Don't support our maknae for losing his V-card?" Yunho continued his teasing.

This was too good for him to pass up.

✿𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰✿

Yeosang always prided himself in being very observant. No one's secrets were safe while he was around. He had hawk eyes that could see right into your soul. And right now, he had been observing Jongho since the morning. He had been acting very unusual: waltzing around the dorm, humming to himself, he had a stupid grin on his face and always seemed to be distracted. More than once the others had to snap him out of his trance to pay attention, it irritated some and they ended up yelling at him. Usually Jongho would argue back, but he wasn't doing that.

Yeosang found it very strange. What was up with him? He did nothing out of the ordinary. The day before he went to practice, took a shower, went on a date with you then came back-

Holy shit! That was it!

Yeosang's brain put the pieces together. He now knew that it wasn't just any date that you two had. He looked over at Jongho who was currently sitting on the couch, elbows resting on the armrest, his chin on his hands as he stared off into space.

"Y/N and you fucked last night, didn't you?" Yeosang blurted out.

Jongho immediately widened his eyes and looked at Yeosang.

"Hyung! What's up with that language?!" Jongho exclaimed.

"Don't change the subject. You two had sex last night, that's why you're acting all weird today." Yeosang accused him.

Jongho looked down shyly, the blush on his face confirming the older male's suspicions.

Yeosang smiled and began clapping his hands.

"Congratulations! At least you won't die a virgin."

✿𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷✿+ ✿𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰✿

It is just his luck. San lost his phone and couldn't find it anywhere.

"Jongho, do me a favor. Could I borrow your phone to call myself?"

"Sure thing."

Without thinking, Jongho gave San his phone.

"I just hope I didn't accidentally left it on silent mode." San said.

San put the phone on speaker so it'd be easier to hear when he found his phone, but he couldn't hear anything. He began cursing when suddenly Jongho's phone rang.

"It's Y/N! Your girlfriend is calling you!" San exclaimed happily and swiped to accept your call, completely forgetting that it was on speaker.

"Jongho baby, my roommate isn't home and I really need your big fat cock inside me-"

"What did you say?!" San screamed in horror as he dropped the phone onto the couch.

"San?! Why do you have Jongho's phone?!" Your voice resonated through the speaker.

"Oh my God! Why would you just say that?!" Jongho covered his face, embarrassed that you said that.

"I didn't think anyone else was there!" You defended yourself.

"Oh my God! Are you two doing it?!" San asked loudly.

"Who's doing it?!" Wooyoung's loud voice echoed from the hallway, he poked his head in, wanting to see what the commotion was.

"Jongho and Y/N! They're having sex!"

"Jongho and Y/N are having sex?! Little Jongho getting his dick wet?!" Wooyoung gasped at the information.

"Will you two please shut up?! So what if we are?" Jongho wanted this ordeal to just end.

San and Wooyoung turned to the maknae and started giggling.

"Jongho and Y/N, sitting in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-"

"WooSan! I swear to god I will murder the both of you!" You threatened them over the phone.

"Wouldn't you rather have Jongho murder your pussy?" Wooyoung laughed.

They're never ever letting this go. Never ever..

✿𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲✿

Mingi woke up to the sound of someone shuffling in his room. He opened his eyes and turned on the lamp by his bed.

"Jongho?" Mingi asked, rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust to the light.

"Hyung.....uh....just go back to sleep." Jongho quickly spoke.

Mingi glanced at the clock.

"It's almost 1 a.m! Jongho are you crazy?! Where were you?" Mingi sat up in his bed.

"Nowhere! Just don't tell the others anything ok?!"

Mingi could tell Jongho was hiding something, his voice sounded desperate. He watched as Jongho tried to settle into his bed. Mingi caught sight of some weird spots on the maknae's neck.

"Wait a second."

Mingi stood next to Jongho and examined them closely.

"Hyung! What are you doing?!" Jongho panicked and tried to cover himself.

Mingi gasped. "Choi Jongho! What are those hickeys doing there!?"

"It's none of your business!" Jongho exclaimed.

Mingi thought about it for a moment. He put two and two together.

"It was Y/N wasn't it! You were with her just now weren't you?"

Jongho just stood there silent, trying hard to find a way out of this situation.

"Oh my God! Don't tell me you two actually-"

Mingi screeched and ran out the room, knocking on all the other member's doors trying to wake them up.

"Hongjoong Hyung! You won't believe what I just found out!"

He was so telling everyone.

✿𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸✿

All right, so everyone found out that you two are having sex and yes, Hongjoong scolded him, Seonghwa covered for him, Yunho celebrated for him, Yeosang was happy for him, WooSan keep teasing him and Mingi humiliated him..... but at the end of the day, he loves you and gets to make love to you. So who's the real winner here?

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

In case some didn't notice, Hongjoong's reaction was his POV from Jongho's reaction in this post.

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[yunholuvrr]

we all need love chapter 2.

chapter summary: second day on the job and your heart is already causing you problems

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

genre: workplace au, non-idol ateez, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: reader has kinda mean internal monologue lol, let me know if i should add anything!

word count: 2.2k

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“Woo made me do it,” Seonghwa laughs as you settle into the office for a new day. You hadn’t expected to get all of their phone numbers on the first night, but they clearly liked you enough to consider you a friend. 

“Hey! I know when someone’s cool, and she definitely passes the test,” Wooyoung replies to your left. He had been here when you walked in, but clearly hadn’t even turned on his computer until five seconds ago. 

“That’s true, you’re really funny y/n,” Seonghwa remarks before walking off to his own desk, “but you can also use it to ask us for help with anything!” Your mind thinks through the first hour of the group chat last night, short introductions turned friendly jabs turned sending memes. You’re actually a bit scared at how quickly they’ve accepted you, but if you dwell on it too long it’ll ruin your day.

“Ah, I do need to meet with Yeosang,” you remember, mumbling mostly to yourself. 

“He’ll be up soon, he just takes his time getting his own desk and cup of tea in order,” Wooyoung soothes nerves you didn’t even realize you had. His tone was different, too, and when you look over you see him in full work mode. You’re grateful that he won’t be overbearing while you get into the groove of things.

As Wooyoung promised, Yeosang made his way to your office a few minutes later. After greeting people at the door, he picks up a spare stool and sits down next to you. “Good morning, y/n,” he hums. He balances his laptop on his legs and gets to work logging in. You notice he’s a bit stiff, and he didn’t talk much at lunch or in the chat yesterday, but he doesn’t feel unfriendly. He probably just takes a while to warm up to people, which you understand. “You’ve gotten your Dasoft email already, correct?”

“Oh, yes I just need to log in on this computer,” you refocus on the task at hand. Yeosang said the onboarding process would be kind of long, but simple, so you knew he’d be here for a while. Every time he falls silent to confirm something on his laptop, you can’t help but stare at him. He wore a beige sweater vest today, and even though his hair is quite long, a few strands fall past his ears when he looks down at the screen. He’s such a calm and quiet energy that you find familiar and comforting.

“Someone has a crush,” Woo giggles next to you. You shoot him a confused look before turning back to Yeosang and realizing he has an expectant look on his face. It’s clear he’s waiting for an answer to a question you didn’t hear, and your coworker’s snarky comment makes you both blush ear to ear. 

“I know it’s really boring but we’re almost done,” Yeosang recovers. “I just need to check if you have the right software installed, so if you could log back in…” he gestures to your sleeping desktop and you quickly typed in your password again. You know if you speak your voice will betray you so you stay silent for the rest of the process, mortified at Wooyoung’s sudden jab.

One hour and a handful of embarrassing exchanges later, Yeosang is finally done setting up your tech. Before you can properly thank him, Wooyoung jumps out of his seat and stretches. “I’ve been working so hard all morning y/n, do you wanna head up to the meeting room early?” You glance over at his screen and a paused game of Tetris stares back at you. 

“Working so hard on a new high score?” Yeosang noticed too, not missing a chance to put his best friend in his place. You had learned at lunch yesterday that although all of them were close, Yeosang and Wooyoung knew each other in high school. Mingi and Yunho were also best friends, knowing each other for even longer. No one in the group seemed to be upset at the dynamic though, and you mentally cringe at the fact that your friends would’ve made something like that a problem.

“Alright, alright,” your coworker threw his hands up, “say it louder so Seonghwa can hear!” Yeosang just smiles, proud of his ability to ruffle Wooyoung’s feathers for once.

“Are you also coming to the meeting, Yeo?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood between you two. You can tell he’s easily the most reserved of the group and you don’t want him to think you have a crush on him on the second day.

“I was gonna take a short break,” he shakes his head, “but I can walk you there. Wouldn’t wanna leave you alone with that troublemaker.” 

“I’m literally y/n’s favorite, but okay,” Wooyoung huffs before making his way to the exit. You follow suit, picking up your water bottle and a notebook. 

It only takes a few minutes to walk to the fourth floor meeting room, but someone already beat you to it. You walk through the doors while talking to Wooyoung, blissfully unaware of the way Yunho’s standing there, and you slam face-first into his chest. He instantly grabs your forearms so that you don’t lose balance, but you pull away and smooth yourself out, cheeks running red hot. 

“Well good morning to you too!” Yunho chuckles, only making you blush more. You don’t catch the way his ears are redder than you could ever be. 

“My bad, Woo was just distracting me so much,” you try to play it off, and it works because all three men laugh. More people start to file in and you wave a quick goodbye to Yeosang before making your way to the long table in the center of the room.

“Here, y/n,” Yunho pats a seat next to him, “Wooyoung, come sit next to her.��

“Oh, my pleasure!” Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows and slots into the seat to your right. You can’t tell if they did it on purpose, but you’re relieved you won’t have to sit next to anyone new. One last person walks in and everyone quickly gets up to greet him. You follow suit, putting together that he’s the highest up employee here, if not the CEO himself.

When you sit back down, Yunho’s hand lands on top of yours, giving you a quick squeeze before resting both his hands on his laptop. His hand is noticeably bigger than yours, not because you’re that small but because he’s just that big. His fingers are slender and pretty, two rings adorning them. The way they move across his keyboard is entrancing and for a moment you entertain the idea of how they’d feel laced between yours. You start to feel heat creep up your cheeks again, and you shove those feelings to the side to focus on the meeting. 

“That wasn’t too much, was it?” Seonghwa rests a hand on your shoulder as you walk towards the elevators. 

“No, not at all,” you replied. To be honest, it was no different than a class lecture gearing up for a new assignment. The company moved fast and you already had some deadlines, but it wasn’t any worse than school could be. You didn’t want to let him on to that, though, for fear of more work being piled on your desk.

“Good! In that case, we can go on lunch break now. There’s not much else to handle today,” the elevator doors close behind you and he presses 1. 

“Is anyone else coming with us today? Same place?”

“I think Jongho and Hongjoong are still stuck in meetings, but the rest of them will meet us,” Seonghwa replies, checking his phone for an answer to your second question, “and the weather is nice out today, so I think we’re gonna check out this new cafe.” He hands over his phone so you can see for yourself. It’s a cute little shop with outdoor seating, and the menu has some things you like. You pass it back over, smiling. “Someday, we’ll have to show you all our favorite spots to hang out,” Seonghwa smiles back, and that fluttering feeling of acceptance you felt yesterday comes back.

Yeosang is already seated at two conjoined tables. You and Seonghwa are the first to arrive after him, and he can’t hide the relief on his face as he waves at you, “Someone else finally showed up.”

“Too scared to order for yourself huh?” Seonghwa teases. You both sit down and scan the menu qr code decorating a box of napkins. A few minutes later the rest of the boys show up and sit down and before you know it you’re all eating and laughing again. 

You don’t miss the way Yunho picks the seat across from you. You don’t miss a single thing he does, in fact, his position puts him in your natural line of sight. You don’t mean to stare at his long fingers, the bracelets that slide up his forearms, his pronounced collarbone peeking from behind his polo, his defined cupid’s bow, his crooked smile, his round cheeks, the way his whole body shakes with laughter, his soft eyes that are desperately trying to look anywhere but at you.

Fuck. 

You tap back into the conversation before you can be pulled deeper into your thoughts, “hey Hwa, what did you say about showing me around the city sometime?” Maybe getting closer with the others would help you come back to your senses.

“Oh yeah,” he takes a sip of his lemonade, “I thought it would be cool if we showed you around our favorite places. You’re only here for so long and work will ramp up soon, so you should get out of the office.” The table nods in agreement, eager to show off their town. 

“We definitely need to take you to some more impressive restaurants,” San replies, half-joking. Wooyoung doesn’t even bother finishing his mouthful of food before suggesting you go clubbing with him. Yeosang slaps him on the head, suggesting maybe we go to a museum or something. Mingi throws out the idea of a movie night instead, but you sense he’s just defending his homebody nature. You look back at Yunho and he’s grinning, waiting for his turn to speak.

“Do you like parks, y/n?” he offers. The group immediately approves of the idea and it seems like they have a specific place in mind. Your plan backfires because you like his suggestion the most.

“When the weather’s bearable,” you respond a little too excitedly, “which I think it will be tomorrow.” His grin turns into a full smile and his eyes light up. Wooyoung starts chuckling and you can’t tell why.

“Tomorrow? Maybe you can take her then Yunho,” Seonghwa smirks, “since you came up with it and the rest of us will probably be busy.” The energy has shifted in mere seconds and you feel like you’re missing out on some inside joke they have. Does Yunho secretly hate parks? Is tomorrow a funny date for some reason? Are they gonna lead you into a city you barely know and then abandon you?

Yunho’s voice cuts through the fog of irrational anxiety, “is that cool with you y/n?” You look up to meet his eyes, and this time he’s staring back at you fondly. You nod, you can’t trust your voice or the way Wooyoung looks ready to make fun of you. “Good, I’ll meet you up in Marketing after I’m done tomorrow,” he visibly relaxes, returning to the sandwich in front of him.

“It’s okay, y/n, we can go clubbing another time. I know you want to,” Wooyoung pokes your forearm, and the conversation goes back to normal. 

You finally make it to your bed and take a deep breath. The past 48 hours have somehow felt like a month, and you can’t help but overthink every interaction you’ve had. You swore to yourself you wouldn’t even think about dating anyone while in Seoul because you knew it would end terribly. Yet here you are, the idea of Yunho holding you close and pressing soft kisses to your forehead clouding your brain. 

You barely know him, you try to level with yourself, and you find all of them attractive. It’s just an objective fact and you’ll get used to it. Your brain isn’t very convincing, and memories from last year start rearing their ugly heads. You feel so safe and accepted by them already, which is more than you could’ve ever imagined from this internship. If you could just keep yourself in check for two fucking seconds, maybe you could make some good connections here. You can’t let your heart fuck everything up again, and you know it’ll take everything in you to stick to that.

[Jeong Yunho] It’ll be a little warmer tomorrow, so feel free to wear shorts or whatever’s comfortable. Don’t worry about the company dress code

[Jeong Yunho] See you then!

Two short buzzes interrupt your internal pep talk, and the moment you unlock your phone you melt all over again. 

Thanks for the heads up!! See you tomorrow :D 

Maybe your heart has already fucked everything up.

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#yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez series #we all need love fic #yunho series

[writingbeary]

Kingdom - Introduction Stage (pt.1)

Minyoung’s Outfit

Note: 

Texts placed inside brackets are Kingdom's show subtitles

Italicized texts are in English

Texts that are block quoted are interview cuts

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“Minyoung-ah, are you nervous?” Yeosang asked the girl who was fidgeting beside him.

She let out a sigh, nodding “A bit? We’re going to meet senior groups and compete with them. But I’m also excited to hear their performances that I’m not sure what I’m actually feeling right now” She was nervous but also excited to finally be here.

Today was the first meeting of the groups that are participating in Kingdom. It was finally the day that they will show off what they’ve been working on for the past month or so. If you ask Minyoung, she’ll say that this stage might be more nerve wracking than when they made their debut. The groups they’re competing with are the same people who inspired them to be an idol.

Yeosang smiled and gave her hand a light squeeze “We’ll be alright.” It was such a simple gesture but it calmed her nerves a bit. She was reminded that she’s not facing this challenge alone, she’s with 8 other people to represent ATEEZ. Mingi might not have been able to participate with them but he made sure to send everyone a message of support and that he’ll be watching their broadcasts.

The distinct sound effect sounded signaling them to make their way inside the studio. ATEEZ logo for Kingdom was flashed and they made their way inside. Greeting the groups before them with Yunho in-front asking how far they have to go.

“Waah. So it looks like this. It looks bigger than what I imagined.” Minyoung looked around the studio following behind Yeosang. Hongjoong then led the members to stand in the center to introduce themselves. “We’ll introduce ourselves. 2, 3 . Hello, we’re ATEEZ. We’re looking forward to this.”

[During the pre-interview]

“I’m sure a lot of people won’t know who ATEEZ are, the kind of performances we put on, and our colors as musicians” Wooyoung answered when they were asked what they expect will happen on the show

San nodded adding “We want people to remember who ATEEZ is.” 

“How do you want the other singer to perceive your group?” The staff asked and San immediately answered “They will probably say, ‘They are ATEEZ?’. They probably heard about us, but I want to impress them once they see our performance.”

“I want them to acknowledge us and have someone say something like ‘They’re crazy’ or ‘How did they come up with this performance?’ or ‘As expected of ATEEZ.’. I think it’ll be a really meaningful experience if I could hear them say that at least once throughout the show. Afterall, we’re the youngest group participating.” Minyoung adding in her thought as the others smile agreeing with her

“Or it could be ‘Good job, our babies.’ We’d be open to that too.” Wooyoung added making the others laugh

[ATEEZ is a group that needs love and attention]

Once the greetings are over, Minyoung sat in-between Wooyoung and Hongjoong as discussed beforehand. She wanted to sit beside Jongho at first but since they might get interviewed during the show, it was best for her to sit beside Hongjoong to help her out if needed.

“It’s too quiet that it’s making me really nervous.” Minyoung mumbled taking deep breathes to calm down. Wooyoung noticed, taking her hands and patting it. 

“You know when you’re visiting a friend’s house for the first time? The atmosphere feels like that.” Minyoung laughed as she recalled the silence in the studio when they sat down in their booth. 

The awkward silence in the studio was broken when BTOB entered. They immediately started a conversation with the groups, upon noticing the heavy atmosphere. Eunkwang joked around with Chan making everyone in the studio laugh, easing the nerves of all the groups.

“Omo” Minyoung gasped, immediately bowing again as she met eyes with Minhyuk. She turned to Hongjoong and whispered with a mix of panic and shyness making the leader chuckle “I accidentally met Minhyuk-sunbaenim’s eyes.”

“Are you bringing out your fangirl mode?” Wooyoung grinned knowing how big of a Melody she is. Minyoung pouted however kept quiet as she knows she’ll probably forget they’re even filming and just enjoy the show.

When SF9 came, Minyoung was excitedly waving at her friend Chani, the latter showing a thumbs up. She giggled upon hearing Hongjoong’s comment on how the members of SF9 all look like models. “Oppa, we need to make sure never to stand near them. We’ll look really small beside them. That’s what happened when they visited the set when I was filming with Chani.”

“That’s how you wear a suit.” Seonghwa commented as he looked at the group

“Will we ever be able to wear suits until this show ends?” Hongjoong wondered as the other members immediately turned down the idea.

“I think we need to protect ATEEZ’ image and not have you wear suits until then. Let’s stick with what everyone looks good in.” Minyoung piped in teasingly

When iKON entered the studio, everyone thought of the same thing: they are different. It’s not that they are scary but they have a certain force that makes you pay attention even when they are just sitting down.

“I used to be a trainee under their company, so I have met them in passing and even then, they have this aura about them. iKON-sunbaenim also inspired many of our members to become idols. They’re really cool and being on the same room with them, it’s just...they’re really cool.” Minyoung nodded to herself smiling

ATEEZ went first as they were picked by iKON, which the group was thankful for as they felt like it would be a lot more pressure if they performed after the senior groups.

Minyoung didn’t have a particularly active role in this performance although she does need to do the ending pose with San holding up a torch, while she holds up a flag with their logo on it. During the rehearsals, she had a hard time getting to her place since she’s either getting caught in the camera shot or she’s a beat late in getting to where she needs to be.

“I was really nervous when we were sitting down but now that I’m wearing the mic, I’m just..I want to perform already. All I’m thinking about is that we have to do well and show them the stage ATEEZ prepared.” Minyoung laughed as the staff assisted her in putting her mic in. 

As soon as ATEEZ finished their performance and they were all backstage, Minyoung immediately rushed to Wooyoung apologizing. “Sorry oppa! Are you okay? I stepped a bit too hard.” she was panicking looking at him and checking if he got injured. 

Wooyoung shook his head, smiling “It’s okay, it didn’t really hurt. You didn’t hurt yourself right?”

Minyoung nodded, still a bit shaken “I’m okay. Are you sure? You didn’t get injured? Maybe we should it ice your shoulder just to be safe” making Wooyoung chuckle and pinch her cheek

“I’m fine. See?” he said as he moved his arms and rolled his shoulders to prove it “Stop worrying so much. We finished the performance well and that’s all we need to remember. Now, we can just sit back and enjoy the rest of the performances.”

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

I cut this into two parts with this one probably being longer than the other. I originally didn’t want to go into details but as I was writing it...this happened lol I’m thinking if I should keep this format or have interviews be in bullets rather than the blocked quote. Tell me what you think :)

- Mimi

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The Club Part 1/2

Masterlist

Next Part

It is the day or night that wooyoung and yunho go on their weeklynight outings secretly without Seonghwa knowing (for obvious reason). Whilst Yunho and Mingi, were having snack together in the kitchen. Yunho accidentally let it it slip that he was going clubbing with wooyoung again.

Which lead to a very upset Mingi, saying they are excluding him. He wants in. Poor yunho, he hates to see Mingi upset, he decided to visit wooyoung, to ask if mingi can join, which obviously wooyoung said no.

Mingi won’t stand for this, he decided to follow Yunho and Wooyoung to their outing. Until it raises a suspicion from Seonghwa and he decided to text the family chat, for their whereabouts.

Will they sneak out be successful again? Will Mingi cause another trouble?

Back at Ateez Main Chat

Today 1:00am

Seonghwa🌸: WOOYOUNG AND YUNHO

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: What has wooyoung done now? And even yunho

Seonghwa🌸: I tell you later, I need to have word about Wooyoung and Yunho!!

Yeosang🍗: Eomma aren’t you supposed to be sleeping. To go to do your old people stuff tomorrow

Seonghwa🌸: How can I sleep?? When Wooyoung and Yunho are not in their rooms! What if they gets kidnapped…

Yeosang🍗: If wooyoung is there, less likely to be kidnapped…more like getting the police called on them

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Seonghwa, have you seen Mingi? He is also missing-

Let’s have flashback on where has these two went off too..

In wooyoung + san shared room

Yunho: Can we invite San and Mingi this time?

Yunho: Mingi has been giving me the sad look all morning

Wooyoung: We are not taking Mingi!! He will definitely embarrass us! Remember last time, we took him…

Wooyoung: We have to explain to the police office…that he didn’t mean to follow someone home

Yunho: Seeing Mingi sad, makes me sad

Whilst Yunho and Wooyoung are having their not so secret conversations. They didn’t notice,San was just sitting on the bed playing in his phone

Wooyoung: The usual right? We sneak when that oldie is asleep and remember to turn off that tracker!

Yunho: I always remember, it always you!!

Yunho: Let’s bring San, this time! He will be fun!

Wooyoung: Absolutely not! I don’t want San to cry 3am in the morning because someone yelled at him!

San: Hey…Wooyoungie that’s mean!!

Yunho: Woah! San how long you have been sitting here

San: This is also my room as well! As meanie Yeosang kicked me out!

Wooyoung: How much did you hear of that convo..

San: mmm…you two sneaking off, to some club and Mingi being sad

Yunho: *Whispers* That the whole convo, what are we going to do…

Wooyoung: *whispers* I handle San

San: I can hear everything! Wooyoungie is a big meanie! I’m gonna tell Eomma right now

San jumps off his bed, getting ready to tell Seonghwa. Who is making food in the kitchen. Before San, gets a chance to open the door. Wooyoung immediately tackle him to the ground.

Wooyoung: Yo bro! Don’t you dare betray me this time! I give you lots of cuddles, if you keep quiet

San: *muffles* Say you sorry, for being rude to me! I will accept!

Wooyoung: I’m sorry I called you rude names

San pushes wooyoung off him, with a smile waddles back to his bed and to continue to play with his game.

Yunho: Wow! That was smooth. If it was Jongho, we will have big problem!

Wooyoung: I still don’t understand, how the heck he managed to follow us!

Wooyoung: Cause that his bedtime and Eomma will definitely notice he is missing

Yunho: Did you happen to keep him awake? When you were arguing with Yeosang. You know…*gestures at san*

Wooyoung: We have this convo later

Seonghwa from the kitchen: Kids dinner is ready! And Mingi stop eating all of the rice! Jongho is very hungry today!

Yunho: Poor mingi, that his sad eating mode

A couple hours later….

Yunho: Mingi, stop giving me the silent treatment!

Mingi crosses his arm and continue to watch TV

Yunho: *sighs* I’m sorry Mingi! This is important to Wooyoung

Wooyoung sent Yunho a text ‘Hurrry up and get ready! It’s nearly time!!’

Yunho and wooyoung managed to escape their home and headed to the club.

End of flashback…

Back at Ateez Main Chat

Today 6:00am

Yeosang🍗: What with the screaming! So early!

Jongho🐻: I think it’s Yunho, Wooyoung and Mingi getting scolded my Eomma!

San🗻: That is karma…

Yeosang🍗: San? You know something?

San🗻: Who me? Not at all! Hah hah! Oh look it time for me to workout bye bye

Jongho🐻: Keep on trying bud, you will never beat me!

San🗻: I WILL JUST YOU WAIT

Now let’s see, what is happening to the three siblings.

Living room

Seonghwa was pacing back and forth. With a half asleep Hongjong in the couch.

Wooyoung: Eomma, we are really sorry! I just wanted to see BTS!

Yunho: I’m only trying to help Wooyoung to achieve his dreams

Seonghwa took a deep breath

Seonghwa: HOW MANY TIME DID I TELL YOU!No sneaking off at night, you have no idea. How dangerous it is!

Seonghwa: Good thing, your appa has found you guys!

Wooyoung: *mumbles* every time we bring mingi things always goes wrong

Seonghwa: What was that wooyoung?

Wooyoung: Nothing

Hongjong: Why are you three, fighting that Jungkook person. In the first place?

Mingi: He called me lame! And laughed in my face when I tried to dance

Wooyoung: *mumbles* because you are…

Yunho: Wooyoung, I heard that! Shut it!

Hongjong: Jimin? The mother said, that his kid was harassed by somone who has big mouth

Wooyoung: It wasn’t harassment! His lover took it the wrong way! I just wanted to ask for dancing tips!

Yunho: Quick question? Mingi how did you follow us?

Everyone turns their heads to Mingi, who looks guilty.

Mingi: I may have not planted a tracker in Yunho bag. I just wanted to join!! As yunho ans woooyoung wouldn’t let me!

Wooyoung: Now who is the careless one now..

Yunho: Hey! It without my knowledge! We should have invited Mingi

Seonghwa: Just don’t do this again! You gave me quite fright!

When seonghwa and half asleep Hongjong (mainly seonghwa) lecturing about safety. San came out the room, getting ready to go to the gym. He overheard the conversation and decided to tell the truth.

San: They have been doing it for 2 months now! They switched off the tracker so you never know when they leave the house

Leaving that comment San left the house, with a smile on his face. As he was low-key mad at wooyoung for lying at him (now that is another story to tell)

Wooyoung: San! Arghhhh

Seonghwa faces darkens: That it! You two are not allowed to leave the house without my agreement for 2 months. Yes your appa agreement doesn’t count

Seonghwa: I’m putting a parental password on all of your phones! Except for San, I trust him with my whole heart

Yunho: That not fair! I haven’t done anything!

Wooyoung: Yeah! We are only having a little fun! Not our fault. You are slow to catch on!

Mingi: Serves you right! You shouldn’t have excluded me and san!

Wooyoung: Don’t bring San into this!

Mingi: I will, you shouldn’t have said bad things about him to your Jimin!!

Yunho: That why San ratted us out

Wooyoung: That is a lie! I will never say bad things to my sannie! Ask Yunho

Yunho: Mingi never lies

Wooyoung: MINGI ALWAYS LIE! Name one time he told the single truth

Yunho: Hmmm a lot, I lost count

Mingi: Yeah! You heard Yunho, I always speak the truth!

Yeosang and Jongho enter the kitchen, due to curiosity as well when they heard lock on the tracker. They try to plead their case to Seonghwa.

Yeosang: Hey don’t you drag us! Me and Jongho are innocent. Please don’t put lock on our phone!!

Jongho: Yeah, tell him big bro Yeosang!

Seonghwa: Fine….if I see you two acting up! I’m adding it to your phone

Yeosang: Also wooyoung is right…mingi always tell lies. He lied to me about eating the last piece of my chicken

Mingi: I told you! It was the neighbourhood cats

Jongho: Mingi hyung, you shouldn’t tell lies! It’s not good to tell lies

Seonghwa pinches his nose: I’m going to sleep and also the heck is your appa already asleep during this choas

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[jeontaehui]

nananananana (210331 VLIVE)

taehee bites back a grin as fans enter the live. “hello everyoneeee,” she greets softly, her cheekbones lifting into a soft smile. “i’m in the practice room once again.”

“i was just learning a dance actually, it’s my break right now so this’ll probably be short,” she mentions. “and then i turned on vlive without asking permission— well, i did ask permission after i... turned it on,” she giggles. “she’s gonna say yes anyways. no one can say no to me,” the comments section blows up after she sent a sly wink to the viewers. she knew her effect on them one way or another. 

mark lee i love you HELLO THE TITLE?? IS THIS A SPOILER???

lee donghyuck’s long hair i only entered the live but i feel like crying T—T why must she be so cute

taeyongbub taehee in the practice room is so attractive??? wth???

taehee tucks a few strands behind her ear asking, “did you guys have dinner already? have you guys eaten?”

mataechan what did taehee eat today?

hyuckschurros PIZZA !!!!

“aw, pizza? i’m craving now,” she shortly puts on a pout before a smile shows itself once again. “i haven’t eaten but i think i’ll have........ um,” taehee seems to think for a moment as she looks up the ceiling, trying to remember what jungwoo said she’d have at the dorms.

“i can’t remember,” she shrugs, proceeding to continue reading the comments.

jungwoo tehet are you going to dance again?

aussiechan TAEHEEEE !!! come home to australia :(

svtzen DREAM SPOILERS PLEASEE

“the dance that me and my teacher did today was to party favors by tinashe! i have to practice some more to get it right but i’m,” she stands up and dusts off her track pants, placing the phone on the floor in front of the mirror, “going to show you guys the part where i’m most confident in.”

she disappears as she goes to the side to play the music, and the strong beats of tinashe’s party favors fills the practice room. she adjusts her pants around her waist and runs a hand through her black hair, ruffling her bangs for a moment before getting into position.

she dances. no matter how hard-hitting the choreography is, taehee knew well how to control her own body, and gracefully yet powerfully sync her movements to the beats.

taehee marry me she’s so hot what the heck do i do

markcity i’m single for this reason only

fullsunnn THIS IS WHY WE NEED A TAEHEE SOLO ASAP !!!

from the corner of her eye, taehee sees her dance instructor imitate the part where she got the dance wrong during their practice, causing her to lose focus and burst into laughter.

ncityinthehouse everyone, the duality of miss jeon taehee

“unnie is laughing at me right now!” taehee giggles. her eyes glance to the side then back to the screen. “yes so, until there did i memorize the dance. i’ll try to post on instagram the full version of it. oh!” she claps her hands excitedly, a habit nctzens took note of before she says an idea.

“since it’s a wednesday today and! the end of the month, you guys can comment whatever you guys want me to do or any question you want to ask and i’ll answer them.”

“i’m going to scroll with my eyes closed and whatever my finger lands on will be picked,” she cutely asks if the viewers got it before briefly explaining what she just said in english.

“i’ll give you guys maybe 30 seconds? is 30 seconds enough? okay, ready and start!”

taehee bobbed her head as she counted the numbers in her head. “30! okay, i’ll close my eyes now.”

juhfahm skincare routine?

merrymark give us a phone tour :D

twiceyeon please watch switch to me by dahyun and chaeyoung !!!! <3

“from twiceyeon,” taehee reads, putting her emcee mode on. “please watch switch to me by dahyun and chaeyoung! ohh i think i’ve seen this on my recommended but i haven’t had the time to watch it— sorry, chaeyoung-ah,” she winces.

you can hear keys being tapped on taehee’s phone screen as she typed the title on youtube’s search bar. the music video appears a few seconds later and she immediately clicks on it.

“oooo dahyun-ssi is very pretty,” taehee says. her expression quickly changes when she sees the twice member use her foot as she played the piano, her hand going up to cover the giggles that escaped out of her. “this is so cool,” she beamed.

“oh sexy!” taehee exclaims after chaeyoung appeared. “i really like chaengie’s short hair.”

she compliments the set when the scene changes, a summer pool vibe replacing the vintage set-up at the intro. “the dance is cute too,” she mumbles.

she smiles at chaeyoung and dahyun’s playfulness in the music video before moving on to compliment her best friend again. “chaeyoung is seriously so pretty... whaaat!”

taehee continues to watch the rest of the video as she moves to the beat, occasionally letting out a chuckle or two at the adorableness of the duo.

“hold on,” she grabs her earphones and plugs them into her phone. “(it’s) to avoid copyright,” she smirks.

taehee finishes the music video with a grin on her face, “the music video was very cute! did they perform this on stage? i think the stage set and the fits would’ve been pretty.”

“speaking of music videos, baekhyun hyung’s new album just dropped yesterday! have you guys watched the music video?” taehee shuffles closer to the camera to read the comments. almost everyone was saying that they did, in fact, watch the music video and really enjoyed it.

“i never said this directly to him but i really am a fan of his, seriously,” she dictates. taehee breaks into a grin as she giggles again, the viewers watching how her eyes twinkled while she talked. “‘bambi’ is really great— it’s immaculate. you guys should stream the whole album and recommend it to your family and friends. baekhyunie hyung never fails to deliver (good songs).”

bbhubblegum taehee promoting baekhyun and other artists better than sm pt. 74628392

going on her phone, she mumbles, “and i really like the choreography of his songs.” there was an adorable pout to her lips as she spoke, much to the amusement of the viewers.

then she looks up from the device in her hands and her eyes hold a certain glint in them before she playfully squints. “just be quiet about this though. i am never gonna hear the end of this from him,” she shakes her head with an amused chuckle, recalling all the times baekhyun teased her and the ‘admiration’ she has for him.

“you’re my only bambi bambi,” taehee sang effortlessly. “it’s a perfect night for you,” her tone was a little softer this time.

“okay so that was our first request? dare? of the live, let’s get to the next one right away!”

taeheeroar do you listen to the neighborhood?

wooyoungification do you want to collab with anyone? if so, who?

“the next one is.... wooyoungification! ooo wooyoung-ah hello,” taehee says, prolonging the last syllable of her sentence. “they asked, “do you want to collab with anyone? if so, who?”

“well,” she clears her throat, furrowing her eyebrows as if she were in thought. “there are a lot of great artists out there. taylor swift is already my answer by default but,” she giggles again, “if i have to think of people outside sm, i think it’d be nice to have a collab with stray kids’ 3racha. they’re their producing unit if i’m not mistaken. it’d be fun to work with them.”

“i also had this dream of having a collaboration stage with the other dancers outside nct, like blackpink’s lisa or seulgi unnie. would you guys want that?”

midzyseason this isnt good for my gay ass

reveluvbar can taehee just take over sm

taehee hums, “i think i never mentioned it before but i wanna try doing drama ost’s too. i don’t watch as much dramas as i do before, but when i was still learning korean, they helped me so much.”

“i watched ‘guardian: the lonely and great god’ a lot and i really liked ‘stay with me’. hopefully, i can collab with punch too.”

taehee unconsciously moves her lips to the side, forming another pout and thinks again. “from sm, i think kai hyung? not counting superm, okay?” she beams.

“kai hyung and,” then a snort escapes taehee before she could even stop it, “baekhyun hyung.”

she puts a hand to her chest once she recovers from her mini-giggling fit before holding it up and swearing it was the truth. “these two were the ones that came to the top of my head, seriously.”

beansprout lolll remember when kai used to “complain” about taehee ever only talking about sehun cause he was the one she was closest to in exo when they first met ?

sodangerous it’s so touching how taehee looked up to exo while she was still a trainee and now they’re like family

taehee nods and bites her bottom lip, asking herself, “why do i feel like a youtuber?”

she smiles to someone off screen and quickly glances back to the camera, “next question!”

asteroidsung what did you get for renjun’s birthday?

“what did i get for renjun’s birthday? i just gave mine literally yesterday. i know it’s summer but i gave him a hoodie that i thought would look cute on him,” she smiles. “it was pink.”

“i was with haechanie when i bought it.”

chenlezoned hyuck said he’s gonna marry daegal next month

“hyuck’s gonna marry who now?!” taehee exclaims, “DAEGAL’S A MINOR!!!”

dreamtopia BYEEEEEEE

themissingpuzzlepiece everyone at haechan marrying daegal:❓❓meanwhile taehee: 🌋🌋⁉️

boohoohyuck sending my prayers to lee haechan

just then, taehee’s phone suddenly rings and her eyes widen at the caller id displayed on the screen. “wow, this dude’s timing is really! spot-on.”

she puts the speaker on, “donghyuck-ah, what’s this i’m hearing that you’re marrying daegal?? are you leaving me and chubs already?! oh and you’re on speaker.”

fullseun don’t you just cry on the inside when markhee calls hyuck by his real name or fullsun

you hear haechan’s boisterous laughter first before he could answer taehee’s question. “i talked about that on vlive,” he said, “where are you?”

“i’m doing vlive.”

“but it’s almost midnight.”

when taehee makes no move to answer, haechan goes, “are you in the practice room again?”

“so?” taehee answers sassily, causing the boy on the other end of the line to groan.

“noona, we talked about this already,” haechan whines. “then we can talk about it again later!” taehee shrugs exasperatedly. “noona....” the former warns, as if he was scolding a child. “i’m just on a break,” she gives in, “i’ll go home soon.”

“promise?” taehee rolls her eyes, though it was clear that she was grateful for haechan’s concern by the soft smile she held on her face. “i promise.”

taehyuckles i know i wished for a taehyuck live but this will suffice Gosh they are so cute !!!!!!

“you haven’t said hello to czennie,” taehee reminds him. “czennie, hello!!” he greets sweetly.

“anyways, i just called you because you agreed to playing a few rounds with me but i’ll just wait for you until you get home,” taehee winces at his statement. she might have forgotten. “oh right, i’m sorry. just a few more minutes?” haechan hums affirmatively from the other end.

“get home safely, noonaaa,” after they exchanged their goodbyes, taehee hangs up the call.

“yes, okay! everyone that was lee haechan on the phone with me and i think i can do,” she turns her back to look at the wall clock in the practice room, “three more comments.”

yangqied taehee’s an idol in the day, pro-gamer by night

“okay, so our next question is: are you friends with aespa? yes! i am friends with aespa,” she beamed.

“i actually saw them the day before their debut stage. my time slot in the practice room was after theirs and so we met there,” taehee recalls. “they’re very pretty! and they look cool when they danced to ‘black mamba’. i wished them luck on their debut stage,�� she chuckles.

taehee closes her eyes and proceeds to swipe at the screen, “next question is... oh! i dare you to post on instagram. okay, let me find some photos and show you guys so we can all vote.”

“i’ll send them on bubble but i’ll show it here too in case you guys don’t have a subscription. that’s okay.”

markerlee tb to when taehee sent her pcs to bubble... she really said fuck capitalism !!!!

“okay, option 1: this one,” she brings her phone up to the screen, showing a picture of her with the bird filter on mac.

jisungbye I LIKE THIS ONEEE

kunniekunkun this one’s cute!!!

moloism markhee pls post ur photos with the mac filters im begging you

“orrrr this one,” she faces her phone towards the camera once more. she was sitting on the pavement with the view of the orange-pink sunset behind her, a mask concealing half of her face.

the127thsense everything just screams girlfriend material to me

deryqueen taehee, i am free this friday. i repeat, i am free this friday.

solhyuck i think you should post these as a set on instagram!

“what should i post on instagram? everyone choose between 1 or 2!” taehee tells them in korean, before switching to english. “you guys pick between the first one and the second one, and i’ll post it on instagram.”

oncezenni 2

flamboyanthyuck the second one!

ohmajesus i like the first one

iamjeno second pleaseee

“mm okay, most of you are voting for the second one so i’ll be posting that first thing tomorrow! and then i’ll just send the other one on bubble,” taehee puts her pinky finger up as she speaks, making a promise to the viewers.

“how many was that? two already?” a pout subtly makes its way on taehee’s lips and a few of her hair strands fell in front of her face, causing her to push them back as she huffed. nctzens found it adorable!

takeoffbesttrack can i kiss you.

“can you kiss me?” taehee presses her lips on the tips of her fingers before lightly tapping them on the screen. “i,” one of the corners of her mouth raises to a smirk, “kissed you.”

mahaecries GODDDD

tenvely you will be the death of me

deryqueen AGAIN TAEHEE I AM FREE THIS FRIDAY NIGHT !!!!!!!!!!

taehee giggles after seeing the comment section blow up and her dimples peek out from her cheeks.

“i’m gonna have to end this soon, guys. this is the last one, okay?”

haecity can you go live with markhyuck?

snoopyscoop do you have any more funny stories with jungwoo?

taromilktea did you see sungchan when he debuted as an emcee?

“did i go see sungchan when he debuted as emcee? nooo,” she frowns, “but i did call him on facetime.”

“he said he was nervous but i told him he’d do great! and he did, right?” taehee’s frown was quickly turned into a proud grin. “i watched a replay of it on youtube the day after. he was very cute.”

“i told him to just think of it like he was talking to us so he’s more comfortable, and he told me it helped a lot so i’m relieved,” she nods. “i sent him churros too!”

taehee shuffles closer to the camera and brings her knees close to her chest while she talks, “please support him! i know sungchanie’s glad to have received this opportunity that’s why he’s been practicing diligently.”

taehee reads a few more comments and smiles at the funny ones. the humor of nctzens never fail to make her smile. the memes they send during menpas are so hilarious that she can’t help but reply to most of them.

taeheespresident i guess she’s gonna end the live now? :(

jungwootehet it’s nearing 1 am and i still have school tomorrow...... whoops!

“i’ll have to go now guys, it was nice doing all this with you,” taehee softly mumbles.

“i like this idea of having you guys comment what you would want me to do ‘cause i’m able to connect with you guys more, i’ll try to do a live again soon.”

“the weather’s nice here in korea— well at least for me,” she chuckles, “it rained recently but it might be hot? in other places so please remember to stay hydrated and drink lots of water.”

“also wear your masks and keep social distancing! we’re not only trying to protect ourselves but we have to stop the spreading of it all so,” taehee gives another small smile at the camera as she reminds the people to be careful, “stay safe.”

after a few beats of silence, taehee speaks again. “okay so, until here is taehee’s nananananana live!” she sings while doing the infamous choreo of ‘go’.

empathy127 I KNEW IT WAS FROM GO !!!!

“good night! or good morning to those who are starting their day right now,” she adds, “goodnight! we’ll see you guys soon.”

taehee does her infamous ily hand gesture and winks at the camera before waving bye and ending the livestream.

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Happy Birthday San!

-side note before you begin reading my outpouring of love for San on his birthday-

-While working on this I learned that San tested positive for Covid 19 and now has to quarantine. In the report they said he doesn’t have any symptoms, but I’m still so worried for him and the rest of ATEEZ. I’m sure he will be okay though. Let’s support and encourage him on any platform we can. Get well soon San. We love you 🥺❤️😭-

It’s our Sannie’s birthday today and I just wanted to make a little post talking about how much I love him and how much joy he brings me and also how wonderful and talented he is.

San is one of my ultimate biases and also probably one of my main comforts right now. As cheesy as that sounds whenever I see him performing, or watch him in videos I just feel better.

If Covid wouldn’t have happened I would have gotten to see him and all of ATEEZ in concert last year. And I would have gotten to do high touch with them. But because of the recent pandemic that was unable to happen and is still something I’m hoping for. It’s weird to say but I miss them. I’ve never seen them in person or met them but I miss them 😅😅. But anyways back to the main thing about this post, celebrating this wonderful mans 22nd (I think 23rd in korean age) birthday.

San is such a wonderful man. All of ATEEZ are very obviously wonderful people who deserve so much in this world. I adore them all so much. Here is a list of the things I love about San and also some of my favorite fan cams/edits/etc.

~He is our multitalented King- San can sing and dance and is also super athletic. San is also very smart and participated in his school band in middle school (I think). San also has a black belt in Taekwondo so we all know mans can fight. I could go on and on tbh but this is already gonna be a long post.

~He is obviously very handsome- Everyone in kpop is handsome or beautiful of course, but Sans visuals. Omgggg. Everything about him is so gorgeous. His dimples are so cute, his jawline could cut glass, his eyes hold stars, just 🥺🥺. Gosh. He’s so handsome. He also has a waistline most people would kill for. Of course people shouldn’t only focus on his looks, because he is so much more than his pretty face, but it’s definitely something to be pointed out ❤️❤️.

~San takes care of people- San takes care of everyone. If anyone in ATEEZ seems down or sad you can always see him trying to cheer them up and make them feel better. Whether he’s hugging or touching them, making silly faces at them, or even just blatantly talking with them and telling them it’s okay San is always someone others can rely on. Even recently, we saw him helping the kids down and joking around with them during dance practice. I also always think of how is even with people he doesn’t know. For example during the OMKalen interview they did where the interviewer was trying new food and San was so concerned about the spicy food and telling him to drink water. It was just so adorable and when I was getting into ATEEZ that was always something that stayed with me 🥺🥺.

~San is kind- This is basically a continuation of the one above. But San is a good person just generally. You can see that just in everything he does. From taking care of the members, to the way he carries himself, his fan interactions, and just ugh. Ugh. He cares so much about us and about his members too. It’s also reflected in the way he treats animals. He is always gentle and loving and kind. He just exudes sweetness.

~San is humble- San has every single right to brag and be egotistical but he is the complete opposite of that. In fact he rarely brags and usually tries to hype up other people instead of himself. He’s the ambassador of his home town for a reason.

~San’s dancing is on another level- I know I also mentioned this earlier but he is truly such an incredible dancer and performer. Every move he does is so powerful yet graceful. You can see how hard he works and how passionate he is. I really admire him. His facial expressions on stage are so fun to watch too. He’s the type of person people can’t take their eyes off of and he’s a true professional. As we saw during one of the performances of “I’m the one” he realized his jump wasn’t right and changed the movement so he wouldn’t hurt Jongho. It was barely even noticeable. Not only is it impressive that he could act that quickly, but it’s admirable that he risked his own safety to make sure Jongho wouldn’t be hurt. He is definitely one of the best dancers in kpop right now in my opinion. I can’t wait to watch him continue to grow.

~San loves his members unconditionally- This one I also already touched on but I just really love the way he and rest of ATEEZ honestly treat each other. They are all so bonded together and it’s so easy to tell that they are. San is always there for the others, always making sure their okay and doing things to be there for him and help them out. He literally gave his part in Mist to Wooyoung so that he could shine too. When Wooyoung won the race in kingdom he was so supportive towards him and so lovely.

~San is strong- Obviously we know San is physically strong. I mean he doesn’t have those abs for nothing 😂. But I mean this in the way of emotions and just his being. Even when San is struggling he is there for us, he is there for his members, and he doesn’t let things take him over. I find it such a testament to his character how after his grandfathers funeral he still decided to come and perform with ATEEZ for Kingdom even though I’m sure it couldn’t have been easy for him to do that. Even through all of that pain he was thinking about us and ATEEZ. I literally cry if I think about it too much 😅😅.

I’m gonna be linking a couple of my favorite tik toks and videos of San that live rent free in my head. Thanks so much for reading and let’s support him together for a long time.

A really hot San Edit that lives in my head rent free

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdX7Ncqw/

Just a really cute woosan edit I love

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdX7RHjq/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdX7jtx2/

San being clingy to the members on fever road

"I'm The One" San fancam white outfit

190819 Sicko Mode San fancam

“Thanxx" San fancam 9/3/2020

OMKalen interview because I just loved this interview and also how San was being the whole time.

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