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【 Sunday @ 11:07AM 】
“You fucking twat, you literally just said the right answer why’d you write the wrong thing down?”
Mingi whines at Hongjoongs sharp words and smacks his hand over his paper. “Don’t question my methods,” They trade a glare. “I know what I’m doing, this is just part of the process.”
Jongho peeks through Mingi’s fingers at his answer and taps his pen against his bottom lip. “Are you aiming to fail your Calculus test then? Because that’s a sure fire way to do it.”
“Come on guys stop shitting on me!” Mingi exclaims and throws you a glance. “Y/N, you have my back right? Please tell me you do, you’re my only hope—“
He pauses and the other two look up from their own work to see what caused Mingi to stop mid-complaint.
You sit there with your books and notes spread all around you, your computer open to the most recent set of lecture notes from your Social Psychology class. But despite the intricate set-up you have, all of which takes more space then the three boys combined, your attention is completely elsewhere. In fact, you look so spaced out, they’re sure your head’s going to slip off your hand and smack into the table.
Ironically enough, you’re completely aware of your posture, too aware even, as you find a familiar face sitting at the table a few feet away from yours.
Seonghwa, all prim and proper, sits there. All of his own notes are spread out in a similar manner, and he’s currently focused on a particular slide of his group presentation you heard he had.
Turning his head around to see who you’re looking at, Hongjoong scoffs. “If he catches you staring at him, you’ll never be able to come to this library again.”
You snap out of your daze and pause for a second, processing what exactly he said before your face grows warm.
“What makes you think that?” You say indignantly, finally turning back to your own work.
“Because I know you’ll refuse to come here if it means you’re going to have to face him again.”
“Which would suck for us because I like studying here.” Jongho chimes in nonchalantly. He ignores the look you throw to him and continues to scribble down notes.
You cross your arms and sigh, throwing Mingi a hopeful look. But he only smiles and shrugs. Great. Not only were you staring at Seonghwa more than you wanted, you were also caught in the act and called out on it. Talk about being obvious in the creepiest way possible.
At least it was only your friends catching you though. If it was anyone else you’re sure you’d cease to exist on the spot.
A shiver shoots down your spine as the library doors are suddenly thrown open. The cacophony of hushes that start to swallow the silence cut short when they spot the iconic two-toned hair that only one man in the academy has. Speak of the devils.
“Fucking hell.” Hongjoong grumbles under his breath and Mingi squeaks at the sight of the trio’s out of the blue appearance, ducking his head down to ‘focus’ on his math.
Wooyoung doesn’t mind the looks thrown his way, whether they’re full of adoration or irritation— or even fear. He’s paying more attention to the expression on Seonghwa’s face which is twisted in displeasure.
“Hwa!” San exclaims happily, leaving Yunho’s side to run over to the older student. “Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
Seonghwa grunts at the force of his friend's body thrown on him and pushes his arm out to protect his work from being harmed. “Didn’t I say I was going to study in the groupchat?”
“You mean that wasn’t a joke?” Yunho smiles sheepishly. He seems to be the only one aware of the amount of attention on them and he sends a few apologetic looks to everyone he can.
Meanwhile, Wooyoung could care less. “Change of plans pretty boy.” He slams one of the textbooks shut, drawing a few more hateful looks their way. “Yunho’s got some mods on his Mustang and San’s got an invite to a houseparty. Studying can happen another day.”
There’s not enough time for Seonghwa to respond before he’s hoisted onto his feet by Wooyoung and San. “Guys— I literally have a presentation tomorrow. Why are we going out on a fucking Sunday?”
“Because we can.” Wooyoung grins.
“Because your professor could care less if you skip.” San sneers. He haphazardly shoves Seonghwa’s work into his bag. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you presented it to her privately after class.”
Seonghwa gags. Wooyoung bursts out laughing. And Hongjoong looks ready to use his pencil as a murder weapon.
But they’re already walking out before he can commit the crime. You’re just about ready to let out a sigh of relief when Mingi jumps in his seat and drops his pencil case on the floor.
Both groups freeze, one more tense than the other.
It seems that Yunho had shot Mingi one of his apologetic looks, and it seemed that your friend wasn’t exactly ready to be met with those puppy eyes Yunho has.
The warm atmosphere of their group drops below zero when they catch sight of you and your friends, and the playful expressions on San and Wooyoungs faces disappear.
“Good morning Jongho.” Wooyoung says cooly, barely sparing any of you a single glance. He glances down at the younger's work. “Studying for an exam?”
“Not yet. Just an assignment.” Jongho responds. Besides Hongjoong, he’s the only one who has the balls to stare them in the eyes, leaving you and Mingi frozen in fear.
You can’t help but spare Seonghwa a glance. His expression is schooled in a way that doesn’t give away his feelings unlike the other three, who are clearly uncomfortable talking to anyone besides themselves. It’s a small detail you can’t help but admire as the conversation continues.
“You should join us for the party tonight then.” San apparently doesn’t realize there’s three other people sitting there with Jongho and mentions the topic offhandedly. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and waves it in the air. “Johnny says I can bring an unlimited amount of plus ones.”
“Thanks,” Jongho smiles, and the two return it happily. It disappears when he gestures to you and the others. “I’ll have to pass though, I have other plans.”
Locking eyes with San, you lose all the colour in your face as he catches you looking at Seonghwa.
“What are you staring at?” He sniffs and Wooyoung looks between you and Seonghwa, a curious glint in his eyes.
Anyone can see the gears turning in Wooyoung's brain and somehow Seonghwa was too oblivious of you to notice anything had happened. He gives you an equally curious look, more innocent than Wooyoungs will ever be, and you can see the end of your life in arms reach.
But before Seonghwa can ask a thing, and before San can ruin your entire life with a single sentence, Yunho ushers them forward.
“Anyways, we’ll be heading off now!” He says a little too loudly to be just addressing your table. Continuing to push them towards the doors, Yunho ignores Sans' sour look and Wooyoungs whines. “We have a mustang to ride, remember?”
And in no time they’re rushing out with Seonghwa trailing behind, still pouting over his interrupted study session.
Yunho throws one last look at your table and scans the entire library, smiling apologetically. “Have a nice study session! Sorry for bothering you!”
They leave just as they came, loud and brash. You can see them already hooting and hollering as they sprint to Yunho’s car in the parking lot. There’s no denying it looks gorgeous.
“Assholes.” Hongjoong whispers under his breath, leaning down to finally help Mingi pick up everything that fell out of his pencil case. “Don’t they have a mute button?”
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Elastic Heart [1/5 (?)]
Heroes of the Horizon Series
[Masterlist] [X Notes] [Part Two]
Hongjoong x Reader
Word count: 2.5k
Genre: x-men au, mutants au, high school au, superpowers au, fluff, angst, action
Warnings: violence, death, mentions of abuse, cursing
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(8) Sweeter Love || ATEEZ Fanfic
Choi San x Gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
20:07 (8) EXTRA|| chapter list
Present ~ 20:07
“Wow, this is awful.” Wooyoung gags, his voice was hushed, much like the others so they wouldn’t wake the sleeping sugar monsters on the floor
“It is? I think it's pretty good.” Yeosang remarks and he swallows a spoonful of the cake
“That’s because you're eating the icing.” Wooyoung sighed as he forced Yeosang's spoon further into the cake. Yeosang gave Wooyoung an odd look at his snappiness, “it’s 10% cake, 80% frosting.”
“That’s 90% Wooyoung.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he put the takeaway on a table that wasn’t attacked by blue icing. He was disgusted to say the least and was already wiping away the majority of the icing and cake bits around.
“10% egg shells.” Wooyoung adds, just on que, Yunho who just came back a little while after them, practically spits out the small bit he tried,
“It’s crunchy…” the tallest coughs into his arm. Yunho had come back from getting a rundown on the script for a certain drama he may or may not be starring in.
Hongjoong merely nodded at the disastrous site, he sighed in utter defeat as he analyzed every smear of colourful sugar around. Hongjoong was baffled at the sight, but the one who was visibly and verbally appalled was Wooyoung who practically owned this part of the dorm.
Wooyoung and Yunho continued to judge and pick apart at the cake whilst Yeosang found personal joy in taking photos of the two sleeping figures and videoing every nook and cranny of the hell hole. Seonghwa had wiped off the big remains on the floor before giving up, opting to let San and you to clean your own mess as he left to start his full-fledged workout.
“They’re really amazing.” Mingi mumbled in awe as he and Jongho came in 10 minutes after the others, the two had another meeting elsewhere regarding a not so secret collab. “Not even I could do this bad.”
“Big achievement huh?” Jongho mumbled as he came into the dorm hauling a bunch of work related papers.
“Do we wake them up?” Yunho suddenly asked
“Do we have to?” Yeosang queried as he began eating away at the remaining frosting in the bowl.
“What do you mean? Of course, they’re covered in all of that….” Seonghwa said from the other room.
“No no, Yeosang has a point.” Hongjoong suddenly spoke up, “back pain is a great way to reflect on your sins.”
“Hehet, even Hongjoong agrees with me~”
“No no. We’re waking them up. This, this is a DISASTER.” Wooyoung frantically shakes the duo awake.
Lets just say you were right when you said Wooyoung would kill you both.
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(7) Sweeter Love || ATEEZ Fanfic
Choi San x Gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
19:12 (7) FINALE || 20:07 (8) EXTRA|| chapter list
final chapter for this trash as series :)
19:12
The next hour was a bliss, if you weren’t already coated in sugar, you were now. You were right about the cake, which ended up as a disaster to say the least, what seemed perfect turned into a deflated cake that looked as if it were dented right in the middle, however with all the frosting you guys added it started to look somewhat decent.
San was the equivalent of a hyper child, after sleeping almost the whole day and with his fever reducing drastically, you couldn’t do much about the icing he kept flicking at you except retaliate and fight back with your own spoonful.
There was no real end to the giggles and smiles, one second you guys were on opposite ends of the kitchen duelling with spatulas, the next second you were snuggled in his tight embrace smudging the colourful cream on each other's shirts.
“I love you.” San murmured into your hair, the two of you sat on the floor with limbs moulded into each other in a secure yet warm embrace, even you couldn't tell whose foot was whose.
“Mhm.” You hummed, you were reaching your limit for today and it didn't help that San was cradling you in a soothing rocking motion.
“Say it back.” San grumbles as he pulls away slightly to see your eyes, you smiled lazily at him, he was so ethereal even with all the dried frosting on his bare face and messy hair.
“When I wake up.” You conclude as you lay your head back down against his chest, your boyfriend is baffled at your remark but doesn’t have the heart to shake you awake, he smiled at the way you instantly fell asleep.
He treasured moments like these. Ever since he met you, tours, award shows and comebacks became more gruelling than ever, and although he absolutely adored the fans and the stages he gets to perform on it didn’t change the fact that you were hardly ever there in between.
He envied Seonghwa and his longtime partner, they seemed to pull off anything, from meeting in waiting rooms to visiting during light rehearsal in the practice rooms. San could never ask you to make time for him like that, he knew how hard working you were already.
If anything he felt like he was the one who needed to change. He often tried replacing his solo practice to spend time with you but it didn’t always work out, timing was hard for you two who rarely got free time. How you even got together under these circumstances baffled him as much as it did you.
San shook his head, in an attempt to remove the unflattering envious thoughts in his mind, you two were still together, you were still happy and far too in love for your own good. San knew you guys won’t stay perfect forever, soon enough you were bound to face the same problem that occurs in every idol relationship.
The thought of it made San pull your sleeping figure closer, he nestled his head against yours and almost instantly fell into a slumber.
#ateez#ateez ff#ateez fanfic#ateez san#ateez choi san#choi san#san#idol au#kpop#kpopidol#last chapterrr lets goo#or second last#idk
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(6) Sweeter Love || ATEEZ Fanfic
Choi San x Gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
17:56 (6) || 19:12 (7) || chapter list
suggestive interactions in this chapter, wouldn't consider it as smut tho
17:56
San had been visibly worried ever since you jumped onto the counter and started scrolling through your phone without even a glance in his direction. “Haneul? Baby?”
You haven’t been answering and it only made him feel worse, but he knew pestering you would only piss you off even more. For the meantime he had been attempting to make blue frosting, he had no idea what he was doing, but surprisingly it turned out to be somewhat acceptable despite it’s unusual consistency.
“Baby, look I made it.” San said in his usual cheery voice and bright smile only for it to drop when you had your head in the clouds of social media. San took a step towards you, parking himself in between your dangling legs, his hand slipped away your phone and you had no choice but to look back at him. “Are you still mad at me?”
You tried to shrug away his hand that landed on your shoulder, but instead it travelled to your neck, leaving smears of icing and food colouring that remains on his fingers. It was difficult to ignore his cooes and nicknames that he directed to you, you hated how whipped you were for this man.
“Talk to me Pumpkin.” San whispered, “pretty please.”
Your stubborn ass didn’t budge, making him sulk, but of course, he didn’t stop. You grimaced when San began to dot and mark your face with blue frosting. With every mark he made he called you all sorts of love sickening words.
“Dear. Love. Pumpkin. Cutie.” San whispered softly. Your heart was running at Mach speed right now, you prayed to God that he hadn’t noticed or else you’d never hear the end of it.
Last but not least he smothered your lips in the remaining cream on his finger, “Haneul.”
You blinked rapidly, this wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t supposed to give in so easily, but you did. Not only that, but you also gave into the sweet kiss he planted on your lips.
You gave up instantly, melting into his touch as he pulled you closer from the hips and cupped your face in his other hand. You could taste the sweet frosting he put on your lips as it mixed in with the kiss that was slowly turning into a full blown make out session, his tongue met yours and you hummed at the connection. Sure, San may lack in cooking, but he most certainly knows what he’s doing now. This was his secret forte and only you got to experience it.
You wanted more, you were so desperate for more, which is why you whined out loud as soon as he pulled away. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“And you expect me to turn down a kiss?” You mutter, you try to dive for another kiss but your attempts prove to be futile as he puts a hand between you two. As embarrassing as it was you didn’t really care, it’s been far too long since you and San had gotten intimate.
“Desperate now hm?”
“Fuck off.” You sass, the sight of him makes your legs quiver. How could your boyfriend be so damn fine with a tinted nose and strained voice? You’ve always been obsessed with his jawline and cat like eyes, everything about him was so defined and sharp. You let out a heavy exhale as you took in the sight of his hourglass torso, you were silently in love with his slim waist, and no one could blame you.
San chuckled in a low voice, a voice he’d only use when things were getting heated. You felt his lips peck at your temple, whimpering at the way his tongue collected the bit of frosting he smeared there not long ago. He kept kissing away the frosting in the most sensual manner you could imagine, you would tighten your hold on his shirt every time his tongue dragged ever so slightly along your smooth skin.
Yeosang can fuck off, his advice doesn’t mean jack shit anymore.
Suddenly a muffled moan came from the depths of your throat causing San to let out a breathy sigh on your neck. He was practically eating at you, from swirling his delicate tongue along the frosting to nibbling and sucking at every spot he could. If he kept going, you’d turn out more purple than the cake itself.
You shuffled closer, desperate for more, to your disappointment, San was nowhere near as aroused as you were. Unlike you, he wasn’t having any problems in his pants.
San could tell you were searching for his hard with the way you kept subtly grinding your hips on his. What you didn’t know was that San was most definitely turned on, he just couldn’t show it, his body was already feeling down as it was. As much as his heart pounded at your vulnerable state, sex was that last thing he desired.
“I’m sorry baby.” He whispered when you began pouting, “I can’t today.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.” You tried to hide your disappointment. Your hands moulded around his biceps and traveled around his stomach just to feel his fine figure and to entertain your suggestive thoughts, to which he didn’t complain. You don't expect San to bring it up a notch, despite his overall improvement, the male was still having an occasional coughing fit and sniffly nose.
If the beeping oven didn’t stop you, you two would have probably been making out for another straight hour.
You reluctantly pushed yourself off the counter and opened the oven only to be attacked by a heat wave as you pulled out the cake. San took his rightful spot behind you with arms wrapped around your waist as you two admired the disaster in front of you.
“It's burnt.” San observed, you give him a raised eyebrow.
“No shit, it looks like black charcoal.” You sigh, the entire top was crisp and as dark as night. “Maybe it tastes good?”
“You do the honours.” San nudged you closer to the cake, you slice at a small part of the top, to your surprise the inside was dyed a vibrant purple with a pretty velvet texture. Maybe there was hope for you two. “Hey, we did it, it looks good!”
“Ya, I don't trust this.”
“Why not? It looks like a real cake.”
“Looks like a cake, will taste like shit.”
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(5) Sweeter Love || ATEEZ Fanfic
Choi San x Gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
17:19 (5) || 17:56 (6) || chapter list
17:19
“This doesn’t look right.”
“Trust is the key to any relationship Haneul.”
“San, cakes don’t have whole chunks of egg shells in them.”
San paused his vicious mixing, a few too many shells seemed to rise to the surface amongst the mush. You tapped his shoulder to show him the video, to which you both compared the mixes, “so, why is ours blue?”
“I mistaken it for the vanilla extract.” San snickers at your mistake, “I mean, blue cake is a thing so it’s fine.”
“Purple cake?” San suggests, you sigh, not really wanting to add to the potential disaster. At the same time San was more than overjoyed to be baking with you, in the end you couldn’t help but give in.
You don’t miss the way San's face sported the smears of batter when you stand up from the cabinet. As you mix in the red food colouring you felt suspicious at the lack of commotion San usually created.
“Pretty.” He mutters, you assumed he was talking about the batter but instead caught him staring into your side profile. You couldn’t help the blush that crept on your cheeks. “Why are you blushing?”
“Shut up.” You grumbled and swatted away his finger that he dipped into the batter. Before you could tell him to not eat it you felt the wet substance smear down your cheek, but this time you refused to react. He wanted a lighthearted response out of you and you weren’t about to give it to him knowing that instead of retaliating lightly you would probably blow up in irritation.
Whilst you were busy pouring the batter into two circular tins, your boyfriend was busy pouting and hugging your back till you noticed him. As adorable as he was, you weren’t enjoying his neediness at all.
When you finally turned to look into his eyes, you swore you saw stars twinkle, “help me get these in the oven?”
It was a good idea to make two batches, you had a feeling one would end up in the bin for some clumsy reason, you just didn’t think it’d be now. You place the batter in the preheated oven with as much care as you could muster, when you turn around you see San walking over with the other batch in his hands.
Just when you think he had it covered, your jaw drops when the batter tips and splatters on the floor, the purple mixture seeping into your socks creating a moist and sticky squelching between your feet that threatens to make you throw up.
“I’m sorry.” San immediately apologized. You couldn’t tell how furious you were right now, the fact that you had been frowning upon this baking idea the whole time didn’t help either, “It slipped out of my hands I swear. I’ll clean it-“
“No.” You suddenly spoke up in a tone San almost didn’t recognize, “just.. I’ll do it.”
You left San no time to talk as you took a trip to the bathroom to deal with the unpleasant batter that absorbed into your socks
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(4) Sweeter Love || ATEEZ Fanfic
Choi San x Gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
15:49 (4) || 17:19 (5) || chapter list
15:49
The sun was crying through the curtains, begging to be let into the dorm, but you ignored it and instead brought San’s head down from your shoulder to your lap. Upon his request you two migrated into the living room and had taken over the couch, trashing any of the members belongings to make room for the thick blanket San opted to bring along.
The chicken you had ordered was scraped clean, you wiped away the remnants of the sauce in the corner of San’s lips, bringing out a lazy smile. As he rested his eyes you silently took a photo of him to send to the other members, they’ve been messaging for updates on their sick brother.
Wooyoung 12:10
Is San awake yet? I heard you were with him today :D tell me when he’s awake!
Hongjoong 13:22
Haniiee how’s San? You didn't leave him alone did you?
Yeosang 13:54
Remember! Dont get horny!
Yunho 14:02
Hey Haneul, make sure San doesn’t trash our room. Ik i can trust you tho :]
Seonghwa 14:30
Hello, did you two want anything for dinner later? We’ll be back late but we can order you guys take out :)
You scoffed at some of the messages and sent replies and pictures of the resting baby on your lap, all except Yeosang because that little shit was basically asking for his ass to be left on seen.
“Baby, cake?” San asked, apart from the occasional cracks and small coughing fits, his voice was almost back to normal. He stood up steadily, taking his time to stretch away the sleepiness that was left in his system.
“Will you even eat it?” You asked with a a strained sigh, San gave you a soft stare before taking both your hands and pulling you up close to his chest.
“If we make it together, yes.”
“It sounds like you’re expecting it to turn out good.”
San shrugged as you both went hand in hand into the kitchen, “have a bit of faith, cake is easy.”
You rolled your eyes at his comment, knowing very well that San has never baked in his life.
You could already tell just how bad this was going to turn out when San came waddling with a bag of flour and a white trail of powder behind him. You weren’t looking forward to the inevitable mess.
“This is going to be a disaster.”
“No one said it wasn’t going to be.”
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#yall 4 lives in a row#I’m thriving#`WOOYOUNG IS DANCING RN HELP-#ATINY IS SPOILT AS FUCK#smth up y’all I’m sus of this#IF THIS LEADS TO MINGI’S GRAND RETURN IMMA CRY#AAAAHHH
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(3) Sweeter Love || ATEEZ Fanfic
Choi San x Gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
14:56 (3) || 15:49 (4) || chapter list
this chapter and the next are pretty short, i was gonna put it together but likkkee the timestamp aestheticcc (lmao if that’s even a thing) so nahh
14:56
You didn’t think you’d fall asleep as well, waking up was unexpected yet nothing short of pleasant.
San’s sleeping figure was basically leeching around you, he looked far more relaxed and far less sick despite only being a few hours. Of course, the only thing he truly needed was sleep. You felt an unpleasant pit form in your stomach, you had no idea how much rest he was really getting and how well he was eating. More often than not San would reassure you that he’s been caring for himself more than his career, but was that really true?
You wanted to help him, you really did, but to keep up with their schedule was already a pain to think about, and that’s without mentioning your own workload that had you working around the clock. Seonghwa’s partner could do it, they were always there for him when he needed that hand to hold, you wanted to be that person for San but you knew you couldn’t.
At least now you had the chance.
“Sannie ya. You're too hot.” You complained as you tried to wriggle out of his grip.
“Mmm I know.” He mumbled into your shoulder.
“Not like that idiot.” San groaned as you successfully removed yourself from the bed. “I’m gonna order food, what do you want?”
“Just make something.” San said with a groggy voice, “no need to order.”
“Do you know who you're talking to?”
“The love of my life.” He answered nonchalantly.
“I can’t cook for shit San.” You admit, you weren’t proud of it but you were far from denial, take out existed for a reason after all.
“It’ll be fun. I’ll help.” San suggested, he was far too excited by the idea for his own good.
“Sounds romantic and all, but I want to eat good chicken.” You raise your phone to show San you weren’t changing your mind.
“Fine. How about a cake later?” San brought up, “after all it's my birthday tomorrow.”
You nod at the idea, cake sounded good, in your head you were going through all the good cafes and cake stores to buy from. Of course, San had a totally different idea. “We make it, together.”
“Ya.”
“Pleaaase.”
“Choi San, no.”
“Babyyy…”
“…”
“…fine, goddammit, Wooyoung will seriously kill us.”
“Wooyoungie can’t harm us~”
#ateez#ateez fanfic#atees ff#ateez san#ateez choi san#choi san#san#kpop#kpopidol#idol au#imma give up on these tags istg#hi yall im equally as messed up as u :)#i
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(2) Sweeter Love || ATEEZ Fanfic
Choi San x Gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
12:32 (2) || 14:56 (3) || chapter list
ya’ll let me know if I accidently label Haneul (oc) a certain gender, I did my best but I probs slipped up ;-;
12:32
San wasn’t into the whole religious thing, but when he woke up with a towel on his forehead with you sitting beside him and massaging the knots in his hands and arms, he was almost convinced he was in heaven.
What did I do to deserve you
He didn’t know whether or not he said that out loud, but judging by the little giggle that left your lips, he figured it must’ve accidentally slipped off his tongue.
“Sleep more, you're still tired,” you insist as you watch San sit up and chug half the glass of water, he takes a moment to just stare at you and appreciate how ethereal you looked. He was an absolute simp for you and your disheveled yet homey look, he loved the way your hair fell into a slight mess. San absolutely adored the subtle wonkiness of your thin gold framed glasses that had a chain attached so that you could let it dangle around your neck.
He takes a look at your clothes and instantly feels guilty. You dressed well, your whole outfit accentuated your body perfectly, from the colours to the curves. San would've been feeling something if it weren’t for his fever that had no interest in getting horny.
“I’m sorry.” He mutters.
“For what?”
“You came all dressed up for our date that I ruined.”
“Ya, you didn’t ruin anything. People get sick all the time, honestly it's about time you did.” You chuckle, “you and the boys had been working your asses off lately, it’s kind of concerning.”
A small smile graced San’s lips after hearing your words, he loved to hear those kinds of things from you. It assured him that you understood why he has been out of reach for a few months now. “You look uncomfortable.”
He was well aware of the way you’d shift around to adjust the itching material. “Mhm, can I borrow your clothes?”
“You don't need to ask Haneul.” San sighed with a lax smile, you guys weren’t strangers to each other's bodies, which is why San felt awfully giddy when you changed into his shirt right there. He always wondered what it would be like to live with you, seeing you do such casual actions only enforced his little trivial desire to permanently uproot his life right into your apartment.
“Cute.” San says with the biggest grin he could muster, you wanted to smile at his adorableness but instead frowned when he had a small coughing fit.
“Sleep, it's still early.” You insist. You gently guide him to lay down after he finishes the glass of water. With hasty little steps you quickly head into the kitchen for more water.
You expected to return to San’s soft snoring, but instead his lazy eyes were waiting for you, “I told you to sleep Sannie.”
Suddenly he raised the blanket, his open arms were begging for you to fill the gap made just for you. You’d surely catch his fever if you were wrapped in his arms, but did you care? No, not really.
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(1) Sweeter Love || ATEEZ Fanfic
Choi San x Gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
11:02 (1) || 12:32 (2) || chapter list
Baking wasn’t your forte, nor was it San’s, so it was completely understandable when the kitchen turned out to become a sugary hell hole. Hongjoong should’ve known better than to trust you two, he should’ve known that him and the other members would be coming home to a love sick disaster...
9 hours before ~ 11:02
You rang on the door of ATEEZ’s dorm, with San’s birthday tomorrow you wanted to surprise him with a movie date at the local cinema, something he’s always wanted to do with you since you two started dating last year.
Such a simple and normal date was rare for you two, to be frank, there was nothing normal about your relationship. You missed him during his tours that went on for months, you hated how he wouldn't get the chance to text you for days. To top it all off, you despised the fact that no one could know you were even associated with the group. It was exhausting, but you sucked it up, because you know how hard San tries to at least give a reply or a call even if it's only for 30 seconds, and you know how gruelling his work is.
You were patient, you survived this unfair yet passionate love and now you and San are reaching the one year mark, it really couldn’t get any better.
You should’ve known it was too good of a day to be true.
“Manager-nim, we’re almos-.“ When Yunho opened the door his words seemed to think faster than his brain, “Haneul?”
“I thought it was your day off?” You squint your eyes upon realising the commotion inside, this was not what you expected.
“Did you have plans with San?” Yunho asked, the nod you gave him drew a sigh from his lips, “uh well, the schedule was shifted, they asked us to come in for a few meetings…”
“Is San not free?” You're pissed and it was most definitely showing, you didn’t plan this whole date just to have it cancelled literally seconds before. What’s worse was that San hadn’t even sent you a message about it.
Before Yunho could answer, Hongjoong came rushing to the door with a mouth full of toothpaste, with his free hand he dragged you inside. From the living room you were getting front row seats to a raw and unprepared Ateez, clearly these meetings were unheard of until half an hour ago. It makes you less pissed knowing that it wasn’t their fault, but it didn't change the way your eyebrows curled in annoyance.
Amongst the chaos you realize San was nowhere to be seen. Hongjoong came back all clean and fresh from the bathroom, it was something you didn't get about him, he always looks as if he didn't spend 5 straight hours in the studio from midnight onwards. “San’s sick, it was worse last night but he still hasn’t gotten over it.”
“Say that again?”
“Nope.” Hongjoong flat out refused, “manager-nim will be here soon, hide in the bathroom till we leave.”
“Hold on, hold on.” I grab Hongjoong’s attention for a second, “are you telling me to stay here?”
“I’m telling you to hide.” Hongjoong continued to tug at you till you compiled, “it’s too risky for you to leave now, manager-nim will catch you.”
You were visibly upset that the movie was a bust, both you and San were looking forward to it, plus you had so much more planned to surprise him with, some more erotic than the rest.
On the other hand you can tell what Hongjoong was silently telling you, San will be alone here all day and to have you, his own lover look after him was perfect. Not only that, but it was a chance to finally hang out even if it meant cancelling the entire day. The fact that the stubborn leader was actually going to allow it was an entirely different train of thought, there was no reason not to stay.
You waited at the bathroom door as Yeosang abused his face with a sink of water. As soon as he stepped out he stopped to give you a long stare before patting your shoulder, “take care of Sannie~”
“Of course…” you squint your eyes, anticipating his next sentence which always leaves you dumbfounded.
“What I mean is don't get horny, I know you want to but don’t.”
“Ya!” Before you could protest with any form of physical abuse, the doorbell suddenly rang, and it was none other than their manager who was to pick them up.
It took far longer than expected for them to leave, but once the door had finally locked you were quick to jog lightly over to Yunho and San’s shared room. Through the slight gap in the door you could see the large lump tucked away under the blankets, the soft rise and fall was telling you that he was fast asleep.
As you crept in you couldn’t help but feel your heart break, San’s nose was all red, cheeks slightly puffy and his growing hair all scruffy. You felt bad for being pissed earlier, this man wouldn’t be able to get up even if he wanted to.
The next thing you notice was his phone, clearly unlocked and showcasing what he was typing before he got more shut-eye.
“Oh San…” you sigh as you read the message he was still typing, he was clearly trying to cancel plans in the most loving way possible. You read the whole paragraph thrice, you could help but melt to the floor when you came across the little yet abundant typos he made purely because he was half asleep. Before you could accidentally turn it off you quickly pressed send and scooted closer to your sleeping boyfriend, “you're so precious and for what.”
This was more than enough, just being with him was already a blessing in itself.
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Sweeter Love || Choi San ATEEZ Fanfic || Chapter list
soo... HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAN!! ye we pretend that it hasn't been 3 days :) tiny series for a tiny man.
Baking wasn’t your forte, nor was it San’s, so it was completely understandable when the kitchen turned out to become a sugary hell hole. Hongjoong should’ve known better than to trust you two for the whole day, he should’ve known him and the other members would be coming home to a love sick disaster.
Choi San x gender-neutral OC
Idol AU
FLUFF, REAALLY FLUFFY. suggestive scene? tiniest bit of angst too
chapters:
(1) 11:02
(2) 12:32
(3) 14:56
(4) 15:49
(5) 17:19
(6) 17:56
(7) 19:12
(8) 20:07
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SAN HAS FKING COVID GUYS AND IM NOT OK-
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Strangers || ATEEZ Fanfic
Seonghwa X OC
Mafia/Crime AU
3.7k words
Part 3 || chapter list || previous chapter || next chapter
Hyejin can’t fully commit to Seonghwa’s tempting offer, meanwhile Hongjoong continues to keep secretes.
Warning: blood, minor death, injury, violence, knife use
Angst, fluff, smut, cussing, violence, death
note: ayo shit will start moving soon I promiseee, I seriously don’t know where this story is gonna go but fuck it we’ll see.
No pov
Hongjoong wasn’t at all surprised when Seonghwa came into his office late at night. He could tell there was a lie in between the lines Seonghwa spoke when he confronted the two last week. Being best friends for years with a bit of blood, death and guns on the side really did bring people together.
“What’s her name?” Hongjoong asked, he couldn’t stay mad at Seonghwa. Hongjoong knew punishment wasn’t necessary on the eldest who was already racking his brain on it, as a leader he could tell when further discipline was needed and when it was best to leave it to their own self conscience. “If she’s staying here, I should at least know.”
“Lee Hyejin,” Seonghwa said, cursing the weird feeling of familiarity he felt after saying her name.
“Lee hyejin?” Hongjoong quirked an eyebrow, he’s definitely heard of the name from somewhere, he just couldn’t pinpoint where. “Sounds familiar.”
Seonghwa merely nodded, somewhat glad that Hongjoong didn’t directly question him. “I’ll take responsibility for her.”
Hongjoong liked the sound of that, though it didn't change the fact that he was overlooking one more person. “That means a lot of things hwa, keeping her in line, taking care of her, watching her and protecting her if shit goes down.”
“She isn’t 5.” Seonghwa sighed, “I’m not spoon feeding her.”
“But she knows.” Hongjoong reminded him, “and she knows she has you wrapped around her finger, people take advantage of that.”
“I can always shoot her.” Seonghwa said as if it were so simple.
Hongjoong looked him up and down, silently judging the older one. Hongjoong sighed, he wasn’t exactly up for this kind of conversation at 2:30am, “Dramatic much... Aish don't waste the bullets, the suppliers have been shitty to us lately.”
“What I’m saying is you won't have to worry,” Seonghwa said, “you’ll barely notice her.”
Hongjoong looked Seonghwa up and down, “you want her to stay that badly?”
Seonghwa was taken back by the other’s awkward perspective, “yes? There really isn’t any ulterior motive.”
Hongjoong gave a dawdled nod as he chuckled, “I’m playing with you hwa. Bring her in, I’ll let the others know of our latest addition.”
Seonghwa was about to step out of the office when Hongjoong suddenly spoke up again, “don’t forget about that task I gave you.”
Seonghwa gave a sharp nod, “I'll see to it by the end of the day.”
“Dont fuck up!” Hongjoong noted loud enough for the other to hear, he could imagine the rise he got from it. Deep down he was just joking, after all, Seonghwa never fucks up.
Hongjoong enjoyed the tease he gave his best friend, more often than not, the former was in tight situations with serious consequences, loosening up was often the last thing he’d find himself doing.
His smile was short lived when he suddenly felt the vibrations of his phone, and it wasn’t from the bold red one that was sprawled on the desk with the many papers. His face dropped drastically upon realizing that someone was calling the phone hidden deep in his pockets. There was only one person who’d be ringing.
Mazaki Meiyo.
“Yes?” Hongjoong cautiously spoke up, his eyes darting around the office. He got up and opened the door to check if anyone was giving his conversation a listen.
“They moved the deal.”
Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose, “when?”
“In an hour. You know just as well as me that this isn’t going to end smoothly.”
“Your deals rarely end well.” Hongjoong scoffed bitterly, he pulled the phone away from his ear when the other line went dead. He had to go now if he were to make it in time, he couldn’t afford to be late, not for these kinds of deals.
Hongjoong pushed off his seat and swiftly buckled his hidden artillery onto his thigh and around his torso, making sure that his best weaponry was in close reach, ready for whatever conflict he was about to get into. Pulling the hood over his masked face, he checked the location Meiyo had sent him.
The leader eyed the pile of paperwork that was due in a matter of days, he dreaded the inevitable all-nighters we’ll have to pull because of it.
As Hongjoong left the household in silence, he turned his main phone off completely and stowed it in a hidden compartment. No one was going to find him tonight.
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Hyejin pov
I stared at the phone screen in dismay, the loan shark has been after my ass for the debt I’ve yet to pay. I've been trying, but even after much struggle I only possess half of what I owe.
I hated to take that offer from Seonghwa, the money from that deal would have covered my debt and rent from my residence long enough for me to make something out of a scrubby part time job, he just had to ruin me once more.
Then again, what other choice do I have? I leaned back on the wall of the alleyway, I don’t know anyone in this world. I was forgotten years ago, Seonghwa is the last person I’d go with, but he’s also the only one.
My eyes drifted to the tall buildings around, they blocked the sunlight from ever entering these shabby alleys with large bins and locked deserted gates and doors. I met with the gazes that had been watching me for a while now, in a building a few blocks away yet still in perfect view, two middle aged men who most likely reeked of cigarettes and alcohol admired me from their apartment which could easily come off as an abandoned building left to collect dust and grime.
I squinted my eyes as I felt my vision start to give into fatigue, unrealistic hues of blue and neons started bouncing around. Every now and then, the migraine in my head would dust my eyes with a cloud of grey that blurred my sight ever so slightly. I sighed as I began seeing four instead of two weird men. I tried to refrain from focusing on anything, the lack of good sleep and food had me feeling all sorts of murky effects.
Their stalkerish behaviour had been creeping me out for the past few days, despite it, I never saw a proper reason to leave the little spot I've claimed for rest. Plus, the odd duo hadn’t made any advances that had worried me thus far.
The day continued, and the city had been busy as usual. Bikes raced down the side of the roads and paths, scaring the uptight mothers into a slur of curses. Teenage girls carelessly skipped around in their tiny croptops, powdery make up and flaunty shoes with boys their parents have no idea existed. Cars drove with their temperamental owners honking and anything and everything, then there were the workers who were either strolling around after their shifts or sprinting in swerves around people in effort to not be late.
Yet here I was sitting in a slump not so far from the hoards of people, absorbing the natural noises of the city that started to sound more like blaring megaphones instead of white noise. 9pm had crept faster than I expected, truthfully I wasn’t sure whether or not to go through with Seonghwa’s offer. I still had a chance to reconsider, perhaps I could deal with the information for money? After all, a controversial topic surrounding Seonghwa would no doubt bring in a big sum.
I shook my head from the ludicrous thoughts, there was no guarantee in shady business, ever. It's a far-fetched plan, and the fact that I didn't have a name to my face meant I was that less convincing.
Though I knew this offer would mean gambling my safety and if I were to stretch the possibilities, my own life. I still wasn’t 100% on board with the whole moving in with Seonghwa and whatever team he’s apart off, neither could I fathom the thought of that sinful man working with people, and that’s without mentioning his sudden change in attitude towards his victims.
It was yet another reason why I’m so reluctant to associate with him, because this isn’t the Seonghwa I was familiar with, he was a stranger, and no one is at ease when they’re affiliated with someone they don't know, especially when that person had guns, knives and all sorts of deadly possessions in their grasp.
I groaned as I got up with a hazy mind. I looked up and to my suprise the stretchy men were back to watch me, it started to feel uncomfortable now. “Nice knowing you too I guess…” I keep my voice to a murmur. Soon I found myself heading to the meeting spot.
My heart feels enraged with regret, and it’s impossible to ignore. There was a mere few minutes till the clock struck 9, I can get out of here now or never.
The Central Train Station was quite grand. With multiple steps just to get to the entrance, neatly trimmed gardens surrounding the place and ancient pillars that held up the building. It was one of the older buildings that turned into a modern utility.
“Fuck...” I muttered under my breath, “no, fuck this.”
Before I could think I was already speed walking to get the hell out of here. I had pride, I could at least preserve that after losing everything else.
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No pov
Blood coated the blade and splattered across the floor and walls of the office, the books on the shelf were drenched and soaking up every bit of red fluid. If only the man had just followed through with the deal, he wouldn’t have ended up dead.
“What a hassle.” Seonghwa sighed, as he wiped his blade clean on his way out, though it was satisfying seeing the horrors painted on his face as Seonghwa taunted him, revenge for the knife he flung at Hongjoong during their last deal not long ago.
Seonghwa analysed the slash along his shoulder area, it wasn’t serious at all but it sure did look ugly and soaked his dress shirt in a dark red, in the midst of the tension it felt numb but as his heart rate came down he could slowly feel the stinging pain emitting from the open flesh. He let out a relieved sigh after knowing that none of his own blood had ended up dripping anywhere.
If it weren’t for the man’s sleeping family in the other room, Seonghwa could have easily finished it off with a bullet but he had to move silently. In turn, it cost him when the man felt fit to fight back with his own blade.
Seonghwa felt Hyejin was partly accountable for his injury. 20 minutes was a bit of a rush for a mission like this, but he had no choice if he was going to make it to the station in time. There was a chance that Hyejin wouldn’t even show up, and that chance made seonghwa unsteady and tense.
As he pulled up to a red light he felt a distant memory unfold, one that brought a sense of discomfort.
Laughter bubbled up in the front of the car, toothy smiles that twinkled despite the gloomy rain outside. The lull of the music had been turned down for a while now as the soft chatter continued.
“Hyejin, I told you I don’t need anything for my birthday.” Seonghwa insisted once more with a light chuckle, his one hand on the wheel while the other tried to hold her hand back. He watched in helplessness as she clipped the dangling toothless charm around the rear mirror of the car, her little laugh escaping her lips as it dangled between them.
“It’s cute! I’m telling you, you look just like him.” Hyejin insisted, “and that’s not even the best part.”
Seonghwa couldn't help but smile when the toothless unclipped in half to reveal a small photo framed inside, the details were minuscule but clearly contained the two of them on one of their more memorable dates.
“Ya, this looks expensive, how much did you spend on me.” Seonghwa diverted the conversation as he observed the matte black of the green eyed dragon.
“It wasn’t much, don't worry hwa.” Hyejin patted his hand, “I’ve got something else, it's more personal since I made it myself.”
“So you have something else now?” Seonghwa sighed, though his stupid grin betrayed the annoyed look he tried to show.
The red light cascaded from red to orange to green and before hyejin could whip out the other half of her gift seonghwa sped off, “fine! I’ll accept your gifts, love.”
Seonghwa sneered at the Toothless charm he had yet to take off, if anything it became part of his car’s identity, making it slightly easier to navigate the garage of small black cars, specially on the days when all the vehicles would be together.
Seonghwa had pulled to a slow stop in front of the station, hiding the charm was his first and foremost priority, Hyejin would most definitely recognize it.
As he was about to yank the chain off, the corner of his eyes caught a sudden shadow appearing at the window.
Completely forgetting about the charm, Seonghwa halted in his seat, his hand already clasped around the gun latched onto him. It wasn’t until a hesitant Hyejin peered through the window did he relax his grip. On the other hand, Hyejin was feeling anything but relaxed, especially after seeing the bloodbath of a man in the driver's seat.
“So you’ll take my offer?” Seonghwa asked as if it wasn't already obvious enough, Hyejin scoffed. Her response was seen through the way she snuggled down into the passenger seat in a strained sigh of relief after being situated on the hard concrete for days on days.
Throughout the ride Hyejin had kept a careful observation of the roads they had been speeding across, if worse came to worse, she could make a run for it.
Hyejin silently and subtly glanced around, the car itself hadn’t changed at all, not even the peppermint scent it gave off from the gum Seonghwa had been loyal to for most of his life, though it was currently heavily overpowered by the stench of blood. Hyejin didn’t want to know how and what got him that gruesome injury.
However, the most prominent and unusual feature that had still existed in the car was the all too familiar charm that dangled and swung around underneath the rearview mirror. The dragon's bright green eyes and toothy smile didn't go unnoticed, especially since Hyejin was the one who got it for him years ago.
Hyejin had the decency to stay silent about it, the stiffness of the air was already far too overbearing, there was no need to intensify it’s sour atmosphere.
“It’s not just me who lives here.” Seonghwa brings up,
“I figured.” Hyejin sighed, she had heard the many rumours over the years of how a certain group had been overturning the criminal world with unrivaled skill and accomplishments, they became big in the industry. This group of young, skilled men made a name for themselves and it became one feared by many, ATEEZ.
Though it wasn’t just their skill that had made them the talk of many circles, it was the people within the group, the majority of which already had a reputation high on their shoulders. Hyejin had heard of the promising sniper who had joined their ranks, the insanely witty dealer who knew how to smooth talk his way to riches, the stealthy man who snuck into and claimed dangerous possessions without a single sound.
Then there was the hitman who possessed the skill of 100 men, he was a young and promising lone wolf who had been rumoured to have joined ATEEZ.
Hyejin didn’t want to believe it was Seonghwa, in fact she didn't want to hear about anything related to Seonghwa, but it wasn’t possible when she was involved with loan sharks and illegal exchanges for the money she was in dire need for. Of course, because of her interactions with others, Hyejin was aware of Seonghwa’s growing skill and relevant changes, it disgusted her to say the least, how much better he had gotten at taking lives.
However the failed deal from last week confirmed her denial to be wrong, Seonghwa was well and truly closely associated with a group, and that group was no doubt ATEEZ.
“Dont try anything stupid.” Seonghwa warned, Hyejin rolled her eyes slightly, “I’m serious, I see the way you're memorizing these roads.”
Hyejin froze momentarily, she eyed Seonghwa who had removed his eyes from the road after stopping at a red light. Hyejin had forgotten how sharp he actually was, the intellectual from highschool still existed within him.
Hyejin got the chance to really see how much Seonghwa had changed, even underneath all of that stained blood and light smears of dirt, she could easily tell that his facial features had sharpened immensely, he wasn’t the same soft faced charmer that made highschool hearts throbs on a daily. If anything, Seonghwa now resembled a high class heartbreaker with a body count worthy enough for a world record.
Of course some things don't ever change, like his lush lip and stunning eyes that stared back at her. Before the awkwardness could settle, Hyejin looked away, subconsciously glancing at the toothless charm. Seonghwa noticed the glare she gave it, his hands went to take it off but was ultimately stopped by the swat Hyejin gave.
“What’s the point of taking it off now? You had years to do that.” Hyejin raised an eyebrow.
Seonghwa did not respond and merely sighed as he began moving on the road once again. Hyejin was taken back when they suddenly verged off into a bush area, what was a simple scenery of grass turned into a splatter of greenery. Trees towered high, vines and dense bushes had taken over, it was an untouched forest and they were driving right through it.
Hyejins eyes squinted in growing concern, she wanted to believe they were just passing through to get to another town, but her panic only continued to rise as they got deeper into the maze of nature. Her eyes glare at Seonghwa who seemed to have already expected her to build up doubts.
“Jump out and you’ll be as good as dead.” Seonghwa warned, as he quickly glanced at her stray hand reluctantly reaching for the handle.
“Where are we going Seonghwa….” Hyejin glowered at the driver who was rather unfazed. Even when the subtle sound of a knife being drawn was heard, Seonghwa didn't look away from the road.
The driver pushed his head back against the seat as soon as he caught sight of the fast approaching knife. With the blade a finger's length away, Seonghwa sighed, “I’m not gonna hurt. We’re going to the house, so put the knife down and have a little faith.”
“Who the hell lives in a goddam forest?!” Hyejin hissed in a raised voice, her eyes teared up from staring so intensely into his side profile.
“Put the knife down or we’ll both die.” Seonghwa lowered his voice, and Hyejin did not comply. The male halted the car to connect his eyes to hers, in one swift and unnoticeable movement, he grasped her wrist tightly, causing the knife to be let loose and drop to the pit of the car. Hyejin suddenly let a sharp exhale out as Seonghwa pinned her hand down in between them. She cursed her hazy headaches for causing the drastic disadvantage against Seonghwa.
“Stop panicking, we’re almost there.” Seonghwa said as he began driving once again, Hyejin didn’t attempt to squirm out of his hold.
“Your a fucking joke,” Hyejin hissed, “I’ll never put faith in you, not after all the shit you’ve done to me.”
Soenghwa pinched his lips together at the indirect upbringing of her family’s murder. He wasn’t about to smooth that mess out now, it’ll require a calmer Hyejin and a better situation to explain.
Hyejin tried to compose herself, but she knew the only way to soothe her panic was to see proof of what Seonghwa was saying.
As they pulled into the driveway of Horizon, Hyejin's tense shoulders melted into the seat. Seonghwa scoffed as he got out of the car first. The jerking of his head signalled for her to get out, hyejin sneered at the man, “give me a damn second will you?”
Seonghwa rolled his eyes before heading inside momentarily, most likely to check if anyone was still up in the early stages of the night. Hyejin took the time alone to get a good grasp at what she had just gotten herself into.
A house, full of dangerous men, in the middle of a forest and a single long ass road back to civilization.
This wasn’t ideal at all, and Hyejin started to regret this more than ever.
As she took in short breaths her eyes trailed back to the rear mirror charm. All of a sudden, curiosity had her fiddling with the Toothless till it unlatched. She furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of the blank frame. It wasn’t that she was disappointed, it was merely confusion.
“But you keep the charm…” Hyejin glared at the Toothless that was once a gift of love. In the back of her mind she wondered if her other gift was still intact.
Hyejin could worry about that later. Right now, she needed to stay sane and alive, she knew well enough that she would never be guaranteed a way out of death's grasps. Relish in the house and slowly pay off her existing debt? Yes. Get comfortable and trust that your back will be safe in a distant place full of criminals? Hell no.
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It’s a literal struggle to be a kpop fan 😭😭 one second I’m stanning ateez the next second I find txt and stray kids ATtACkiNg me, istg these men don’t hold back 🤚🙄
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A= angst
F= fluff
S= smut/suggestive
More will come : )
strangers | series | A
mafia/crime au
Sweeter Love | mini series | F
Idol au
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