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ATEEZ IN LOVE: Yunho

Yunho is the apple of everyone’s eyes. He’s just loved by all generations and genders because of his angelic face and warm persona. He’s so gentle and kind that you can see it just from one glance. There’s almost a halo around him.

So the question on everyone’s mind is: if it’s so easy to fall in love with Yunho, what would it be like if Yunho himself had fallen in love?

At first glance, it truly is effortless to skip a heartbeat at the sight of Yunho. And with the way he intently gazes into the eyes of who he is speaking to, it’s almost like he himself has fallen in love with you.

But that’s not actually how he is.

Sincere as he is, if Yunho really is in love with you, eye contact would be the most difficult thing. Your hand slightly grazing his would set his heart on fire.

The misconception is, because of his knightly demeanor, height, and sincerity, one would think he makes the first move.

Unfortunately not.

Yunho is all but fragile in love. He could melt if he was the subject of your gaze or attention. He almost feels naked when you look at him.

To call his name would make him hiccup.

It seems avoidant of him to be this way, but the truth is, he’s slightly intimidated by exactly how large the feeling of falling in love is.

Until now—until you—he has never fallen in love with someone. Everyone else before you? He was in love with the idea of them. But you? How can such a wonderful feeling be so terrifying at the same time?

Yunho has a wonderful sense of humor, but he almost couldn’t hold back his frown when his friends would tease him about how he feels about you.

To him, there was something sacred about approaching you. He couldn’t just blurt out an invite for dinner or drop some pickup line. You deserved something more thoughtful. He believed it would almost be disrespectful if he so much expressed physical attraction before he made his true feelings known.

Yunho wouldn’t be caught dead objectifying you.

Yet how could he ignore physical attraction? Sexual, even?

Before he realized he was in love with you, he already found you breathtaking. In fact, his eyes might as well have exploded after seeing you from a lens of love. Yunho saw, heard, or felt no one else anymore.

Taking you on your first date was the clammiest his hands had ever been. It took all his mental energy to actually look you in the eyes. When he finally did, you burst into laughter and broke a thick wall of ice between you.

He wasn’t sure why you laughed, but when you did, he realized exactly what he’d been missing from dodging your gaze.

Yunho never thought you could become even more beautiful, yet you did. Your joy was your purest form and fuck… Yunho was drunk on it.

Dates would be slow and he wouldn’t speak much except to ask questions so that you could keep speaking. You’d ask him questions back, but his answers were short. He was a little addicted to your voice.

This upset you somehow, because you too had feelings for him and wanted to get to know him. Yet you were burdened with doing all the talking.

“I’m starting to think this might not be right,” you blurted out. Yunho almost choked on air.

“What do you mean?”

You sighed, “It’s like you won’t let me in or tell me anything. Frankly, I’m getting tired.”

In a very controlled, yet panicked manner, he took your hand and asked if you trusted him. You nodded.

It was a quiet yet slightly puzzling 10 minute car ride to his apartment. As he got down and turned to gesture that he would assist you out of the taxi, he said, “I’ll walk ahead. If you want, please follow me. You can walk away anytime without telling me, but if you’ll let me, I want to show you something.”

You took his hand as you stepped out, allowing him to shut the taxi door for you. True to his word, he turned and began to walk into the building. You followed suit.

He opened his door and kicked in a door stopper, “You can go when you want, but I’d appreciate if you waited in the living room while I step into my room to get something.”

A minute later, he comes out with a spiral notebook. The kind that opens from the top, not sideways.

“What could be in here that you would think I’d want to make a run for it?” you asked as you received the notebook.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” he scratched the back of his head, “I didn’t know what to do about all the noise in my head.”

You opened the notebook and the page naturally had a line drawn down the middle. The left side had your name as a the heading and his was on the opposite side.

Every thing you’ve ever told him about yourself, he had diligently written down. Across it, his version of whatever you shared.

“I kinda didn’t know if we would be compatible or not, and sometimes my brain turns to soup when I’m with you? So I wrote it down. You know, just to see if we have matches.”

“There aren’t many,” you noticed. “We’re very different apparently.”

His heart felt like it sank.

“Can I keep this?” You asked.

Yunho’s ears almost perked up, “Why?”

“I wanna edit it.”

Again, a big ass question mark on his face.

“You’ve missed the one thing we have in common.”

“What’s that?”

You smiled, “We both like each other.”

Yunho looked stunned, “You like me back?”

You put the notebook down and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and his hands reached up to lightly graze your face before he found the strength to pull you into an embrace.

A few moments later, he hesitantly yet almost breathlessly pulls away, “I’m so in love with you, it hurts.”

X

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ATEEZ IN LOVE - Seonghwa

Here's the thing about Seonghwa. He looks like the picture-perfect poster boy for romance. He looks like he's ready to slay dragons and whisk you away in a romance book cover type of romance with a blouse that billows in the breeze, buttons open, piercing eyes, a slender body, but strong hands--that's dream Seonghwa.

I've always wondered what the real Seonghwa in love would be like. So, here's my own idea of the real Seonghwa in love.

Seonghwa could very easily be the cold-hearted chaebol in your typical k-drama. His looks are perfect, but unfortunately, that might not be how he really feels.

Despite his hair-raising stage presence, Seonghwa actually seems like one of the most humble people you'd meet.

Seonghwa knows his strengths, but he doesn't believe his looks are his main weapon. He's someone who wants to be known for the things that bring him joy. He loves making people smile, his love language is gift-giving, and when he's in love, he's in it.

At first, falling in love was scary to Seonghwa.

What if he poured everything into someone else and was squeezed dry? What if the person he loved wouldn't love him back?

He's been burned before, so now, in love, he treads very carefully. He wants it, don't get it wrong. He loves loving. He believes falling in love is one of the things he would be really wonderful at. Seonghwa has so many ways to express it.

But then again, there's a bit of fear there. What if he's the only one in love?

Because he knows how much he can give, it's understandable how scary it may be for him to open up his heart to someone else, especially if he doesn't know how they feel.

He wants to share everything with you.

The moment he opens up his heart, you're welcome into his entire world. Oh yes, he's a couple-shirt type of guy, but a little less obvious. While you have a gold charm, his is the silver version. He loves the idea that you two are two halves of a whole, even though he knows for a fact that being with you helped him become his fullest self.

Seonghwa is someone who oozes gratitude and needs to express it, expecting nothing in return from you. He's just his happiest self when he gets to show you how he feels.

Like I said earlier, he has so much to give and to show.

Seonghwa would likely be the type of person who would make sure there was food on your plate before there was any on his.

He's that guy in the family gathering that lets you continue catching up with your cousins while he grabs exactly what you feel like eating or drinking from the table. Unfortunately, about fifteen minutes pass and you're not sure where he and your food went.

You follow him into the kitchen and find that he has your family wrapped around his finger, laughing at his stories, and hypnotized by this tall, slender, almost ethereal man.

He sees you come in and fear sets in his eyes. He realized he forgot to give you your food.

Your family jokes that you know how to feed yourself, so you should just leave Seonghwa with them. He proceeds to just bow and bow out to grab your plate and your hand.

You never really understood the Asian thing about always checking if you've eaten or not, but with Seonghwa, you saw the sense of relief in his face when he watched you eat.

Seonghwa is a genuinely caring person.

His love for you comes out in the way he's there for you.

You knew he was head over heels because he explicitly said it. He needs you to know it. He won't risk the whole "you haven't noticed?" thing shtick. He's all about you noticing. And since you haven't said anything so far, he wanted to check.

You had just climbed into bed, eyes closed, stretching when you turned and found him smiling, the edge of the duvet up to his nose. He looked excited.

You chuckled, "You look like you have something to say."

He nods.

You wait, then ask, "Am I supposed to ask?"

He nods.

You let out a short laugh and then turn to face him, "Alright, Seonghwa, what do you want to tell me? What's on your mind?"

"You," was his muffled reply.

"Me?" You were feeling heat rise to your cheeks, "Are you thinking of me?"

He pulls the duvet down and his eyes soften. He reaches over to tuck loose strands of hair behind your ear and gently rest the pads of his fingers on your face. He suddenly doesn't know what to say.

Seonghwa suddenly can't articulate how he can't believe he gets to be the one to tell you that "I love you."

You're still.

His anxious, irrational thoughts are telling him that this is exactly what he was trying to protect himself from. But the Seonghwa that knew you had so much faith that he would not be alone in this, so he held on. To the best of his ability, he waited for what felt like forever.

You propped yourself up on your elbows in one of the rare moments you got to tower over him. You looked him in the eyes and smiled before you leaned in and planted a tender kiss on his lips, "I love you too."

You pulled back a little and instinctively reached up to his cheek as a tear slid down onto his pillow, "You mean it?"

"Without a shadow of a doubt."

Seonghwa reached up to you and pulled your whole body onto his as he deepened the kiss you had started earlier.

He never wanted to let you go.

Seonghwa in love is the best version of Seonghwa there is.

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ATEEZ IN LOVE - Jongho

Brace yourself, because Jongho's not going to be an easy one to crack. Because if you don't know him, you might not ever know he's in love with you.

We may even go so far as to say HE might not even know he’s in love with you until everything hits him like a truck, all at once.

Don't get it wrong, Jongho is a sweetheart. He's so easy to love, but he's a challenge to read.

To be honest, this whole thing is going to be a race between you and him. Who’s going to find out he’s in love with you first? You or him? Yup, read that again. I said what I said.

He might not even know he’s in love, but luckily you’re a lot more aware of him than he is of himself.

He’s a very aware and observant guy. But it’s normally only ever utilized when he’s watching other people or preparing for a performance. His quietness allows him to be observant.

But for some God-forsaken reason, he can’t apply any of that to being in love.

It’s not that he never felt it, but Jongho is never caught unaware. So when he began to realize he was looking for your smell on his jacket, or falling into a nasty mood because you weren’t around, he couldn’t quite articulate what kind of feeling was bubbling.

At first, he thought he was mad at you for becoming distant or changing, when really, it was him. He was seeing you differently.

And he didn’t like it.

Why were you glowing?

Why did he have the sudden urge to reach out and touch your cheeks?

Why couldn’t he stop staring at your lips?

And since when did you banshee singing voice sound like music to his ears? HIS ears? A national treasure. A UNESCO heritage site—Jongho’s precious ears, the aide to his angelic voice—his ears craved the sound of you squawking to a trot song.

Jongho in love is a lot to unpack.

Jongho is rarely ever confused. If anything, of all his hyungs, his intellectual compass conks out the least.

You see, while others brighten up, get erratic, or sadden when they're in love, Jongho somehow falls into bomb detonator mode.

You know how the bomb squad is so focused when trying to deactivate a bomb? Yeah, he gets like that.

It's like his insides are freaking out.

Suddenly he forgot how to talk to you. He can't make eye contact. He’s unable to function. How the hell are you even doing this to him?

The man retreats into a very silent meltdown. One where he just goes over and over the way the corner of your eyes wrinkle when you laugh or the way he imagines what kissing you would be like.

No one actually teaches anyone what love is. There’s no lesson about how to identify if you’re in love. It’s just one of those things you’re just supposed to learn in life as you live it.

That shit infuriated Jongho because he hates not understanding the reason behind something.

He then finds himself suspiciously prepared for first-degree murder whenever his hyungs bring up his unprocessed feelings for you or the chemistry you two have.

That one time Mingi pulled Jongho aside to check if he knew how to use a condom, gave Mingi one of the most prominent shin bruises he’a ever had.

Let the man figure it out on his own, guys.

Isn't love supposed to be blissful?

Why can't Jongho sleep?

Why doesn’t his pillow smell like you?

Where even were you if you wouldn’t be next to him or him you?

He may have resisted this for a good amount of time, but the moment it dawns on him that he's in love with you, things start to fall into place.

His gentleness takes over.

Jongho suddenly wants to do everything to protect you, express his loyalty, and make you smile. To him, loving you was always something he could do so easily. The challenge was realizing he loved you and was sexually attracted to you at the same time.

Jongho always knew you were someone he could never live without. It was only when he realized his love for you that he saw life beyond him being a constant friend. He now saw life where you were all he needed. He wanted you to see him as your forever person.

When you finally agreed to date him, you expected things would start slow. Instead, you walked right into the perfect date where you two did everything you wanted.

Jongho never forgets. He never forgets those times you pointed at things you liked or wanted to do. He realized how deeply he knew you all these years.

He never missed out on anything about you.

Though it seems as though he had just fallen in love with you, the truth is actually that he had loved you so much he was already in a place where loving you was his first instinct.

It just so happened that it took him this long to realize that he wanted you to be the only one he loved this way.

You were the only one he could see.

And though it took a while, he soon realized you were all he wanted to see.

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“Is this normal, you walking around in the middle of the night?” You tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you walked in on Wooyoung pacing the living room, throw pillow between his hands.

“You should go back to sleep. I can manage,” he assured you, “I’ll get tired eventually.”

You yawned and lay on the couch, “When we bought this couch, I made sure it would fit us both.”

You reached for a throw blanket and pat the space next to you, “This is available if you want it.”

It had only been three weeks since you and Wooyoung moved in together. There was a lot of adjusting especially since the man never put anything back in the right place. On top of that, while you were already unpacked, he still had so many things in boxes.

Last week, you sat him down to ask if this was what he really wanted. You had to emphasize to him that just because you wanted this, he wasn’t forced to be here. He could still move out if this was too much pressure.

He assured you he wanted this, yet he was facing sleepless nights and acting different.

“What if living with me makes you discover there’s something you don’t like about me? What if you realize suddenly I’m not worth the trouble?” He was chuckling as he said this, but you felt his fear.

“When I choose you, I choose all of you,” you said, focused on alleviating his fears. “I will keep saying it like a broken record, until you believe me.”

But still, his sleepless nights are there.

Wooyoung had stopped his pacing, watching you as you cuddled up to the blanket on the couch.

Part of him struggled to believe he actually had you. To him, you could have anyone, yet here you were, with him, waiting for him. He didn’t deserve you.

Years of watching you from afar and admiring you wasn’t easy to shake off.

His mind brought the memory of his first kiss with you to the surface. Wooyoung’s heart all but stopped in complete disbelief that you had wanted him just as much as he had wanted you.

Some days would be so hard that he’d forget he got to be a part of your story.

You yawned again and it snapped him back to reality, “Love,” you sighed, coming out of the yawn and repositioning so your whole body turned to him, “Though we don’t fall asleep at the same time and I’m usually knocked out when you finally get to bed, I will always be waiting for you. I’m never going to get tired waiting for you.”

You chuckled, “San told me how long you waited for me. If it takes me that much time or double that, I will wait for you too.”

Tears welled up in Wooyoung’s eyes.

He carefully crawled into the space you left for him and lay down so his head was to your chest where you buried your nose in his hair.

“I love you,” you could feel the slight wetness of his tears seep through your shirt.

Wooyoung was the most generous person you knew. He made you his whole life, but sometimes he forgot about his own.

He’ll get there, you believe.

“I love you,” you kissed the top of his head.

Prompt #88

“Is this normal, you walking around in the middle of the night?”

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ATEEZ IN LOVE - Hongjoong

Hongjoong is not someone who falls in love right away.

He knows how to separate love from warmth. And as much as he enjoys physical affection, he has to hold back.

To him, what might be a simple expression of warmth may easily be misconstrued by others as something more.

To some extent, this frustrates him because he can't be himself, randomly reaching out to play with their earlobes while watching a movie, or resting a hand on the leg, not out of affection, but because he just feels comforted by idle touch.

The reason he hasn't opened up his heart to many is mostly because if people think his attentive eye contact, hand holding, and embraces is enough to fall in love, then they might not be prepared for what he's really capable of when he's in love.

Hongjoong in love is far from idle.

His mind won't stop racing. His music will have traces of his cloud nine state. He'll be checking his phone more often than usual for replies or calls, or even to check if your social media is being updated. But he won't comment. He would have probably screenshot your selfie on your stories though.

He'll look for reasons to steal you away, even if it's just to talk a walk around the corner because fifteen minutes is all he has before his next schedule.

Hongjoong will never say he's in love, but you'll feel it and see it.

Hongjoong will pay attention to what's missing and fill it.

He'll walk closely behind you because it means he gets to see you entirely. Plus, it would be a huge perk that he can get a whiff of your perfume when the wind hits right.

He would never let you walk close to the street. He will always be the one in the outermost lane.

So, remember physical touch as his love language? He'll never just hold your hand. He'll make sure that when your hands are free, he'll steal it for a moment, fingers interlaced with yours, and stuffed into his jacket pocket. This way, you're the closest you can be to him without PDA, something he's a little more reserved about.

Plus, the warmth. And he loves warmth.

Hongjoong stares.

It's futile to get him to look at the camera on Zoom, because all he's doing is watching your video in full screen. If he makes eye contact with you, he'll be looking at the camera. He's already told you it makes no sense to stare at a camera. He gets nothing from it.

He knows he's being bratty, but some days, when he really can't be with you, what he needs is just to see you as you are. He can only really sleep once you do, even if it's just on screen.

Then on rare occasions, where his schedule is much more forgiving, he makes it a point that his evenings and early mornings are free so he could at least have you to himself at the beginning and end of each day.

In the morning, when you're up and preparing to start the day, he makes it a point to stay in bed and bury his face in your pillow. He know he can embrace you and bury his face in your hair, but there's something he loves about your smell on linen and fabric.

At night, he'll jump in bed first, because he loves seeing you make your way to him. He enjoys when you close the light of the bathroom behind you and then choose him to end your day with in bed.

On days when you're getting ready together, he loves those little moments where you leave the door open to the bathroom. As he's freshening up, he would watch you through the mirror as you got dressed.

There were times when he'd make sure to take the brushing of his teeth to the bedroom so he could just be in the same room as you.

The thing with Hongjoong is, though he loves idle touch or embracing you so tightly you almost fuse into one blob, it's more than enough for him to just know you're around.

Hongjoong in love is someone who is content.

He's perfectly happy about little bits of proof like how you both own the bed and the apartment, or that he's sleeping in the sheets you picked out, or you're wearing his shirt to bed.

Hongjoong loves it when he can give you what you have, when you'll let him provide you with it.

Hongjoong's pretty sure it's you.

He might look like a man who likes to keep his options open, but the truth is, he's pretty sure it's only you he wants. He's as loyal as they come. And though it might scare some people how it's so second nature to him that he can love so deeply, this is his true super power.

Hongjoong is constant, grounded, and with the right person, he is his most beautiful, most earnest self.

If Hongjoong is in love with you, you will have the world.

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ATEEZ: The Morning After (aka Round 2 from the night before) MAKNAE LINE

Adult OT8 imagine drabbles. Minors, please do not interact. Read the Hyung Line here.

San had planned this weekend for a good month and a half.

It was your last week before your master's abroad and San had moved mountains to match your schedule so you two could spend some time together before you'd be gone for two months.

Sure, you'd come back for the break after two months, but that was the longest you'd be apart since you two began dating.

It was just supposed to be a slow weekend in. Takeout, a b-movie marathon, breakfast in bed, taking a walk in pajamas--wholesome.

Wholesome, lazy things.

Manageable, right?

San knew you wanted to wait and he didn't question it once. He didn't even flinch when you brought it up halfway through a make-out session that set up a proper tent in his pants. In the midst of that, the man managed so nod, smile, and pull you into the most gentle hug until you fell asleep.

He knew you weren't ready, but as your boyfriend, he was, of course, hoping. And though it took all his willpower and then some, he was willing to wait as long as it took for you to be ready.

It was that moment San came over to help you cook and eat everything left over in your fridge so you could prepare to leave, that it hit you.

He was leaning over the counter cutting up mushrooms for the most imaginative soup of leftovers when you crept up behind him and slipped a hand under his shirt. He didn't flinch. He just smiled, until your hands snaked their way up his chest. That's when you felt him flinch.

You had been avoiding sexual contact with San for the last three months since you told him you weren't ready. It was almost second nature that you two were like an old, married couple. So much so, you had started to convince yourself that San was no longer sexually attracted to you.

Silly, you thought to yourself. This was something you brought about. San was just holding up his end of the deal. He was doing what you had asked him to do.

At some point, it messed with you. And that mixed into the panic of you going somewhere unfamiliar, so far from what was familiar. Then all that just piled up into a heap of bullshit that you thought, fuck it, today, you were going to fuck San sideways.

So it was in that moment that he flinched when you grazed his nipple, that you knew, this was going to be worth a few more toe dips into the water before you jumped right in.

San lay the knife down as you heard his sharp intake of breath. He set it aside and chuckled, trying to play it off. You pulled back and he released a sigh of relief until you stuck a finger between the garter of his black sweatpants and his sex cut.

"Uhm," his weak objection was nothing short of hoarse.

"I'm not trying to make this hard," you said.

San took a deep breath, "I'm finding that hard to believe," then your hand just outright landed on his already prominent boner.

"This one though," you giggled, "Mission accomplished."

"I need to hear you say you want me to fuck you or I'll just walk--"

"I want you to fu--"

You woke up stiff. Your entire body aching in the best possible way as you tried to stretch, eyes fluttering open to find San approaching you with a tray, clearly surprised you had woken up before he had completed his set up.

San put the tray down and crawled over to your side, pulling you into his arms as his little spoon. For some reason, there was a bit of remorse in the hug. You pushed back ever so slightly to tilt back and look him in the eye, finding his brows furrowed.

"Did you not enjoy last--"

He pulled you in again for a hug, his facing burying itself in your hair, "I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you? You said you weren't ready and then I do this to you before you leave for two--"

You quickly move to press your lips against his. In that moment you felt a tear of his fall onto the bridge of your nose.

You pull back, "I was ready, San."

"You promise?"

"As much as I promise to see you again in eight weeks."

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You had woken up to a stabbing headache at 1am, inside a hotel room whose details in the furnishings brought back very distinct sensations you experienced while looking right at it as one very inebriated Song Mingi went to town on you.

You blushed every shade on the complete color spectrum when Mingi's stirring figure found its way into consciousness. Mingi sat up, spotted you and looked like he wanted to die.

You were best friends since you were children. You had gotten drunk in each others' presence since you both learned how to sneak out your brothers' ID to buy alcohol. All those years and this never happened. You never even thought of sleeping together until now.

"Is this supposed to mean something?" you asked, digging the pads of your thumbs into your temple, trying to massage the pain out.

Mingi buried his face in his hands, "I have no idea," his reply was muffled.

The silence was awkward as you both struggled to say something. No amount of small talk or a change in topic would pull you out of this. The only way was to discuss it or ignore it completely.

"But it was good," you both blinked. You had said it at the exact same time, not a single syllable was off.

Your synchronicity of thought and speech was no surprise to either of you since it always happened. It was normal that you were both so in-sync.

But what probably got you both is that you both enjoyed it.

True to your routine synchronicity, you both burst out into tear-filled laughter. It was quite the relief that this fit of laughter felt almost hopeful; as if confirming that sleeping together wouldn't ruin your almost lifelong friendship so far.

You both retained the same sense of humor and dynamic right after sex with the person you've known forever. Nothing felt more perfect.

Although this was no real indication if fucking your best friend wouldn't have long-term effects on your relationship with each other, it brought you some comfort nonetheless. At least this was something you could enjoy as it is.

Both your laughter eventually faded and you just moved over to the couch with your phone in hand. You took a seat and began to scroll, your headache was getting worse, but you didn't want to go back to sleep.

Mingi called out your name, "Head hurts?"

You nodded, releasing a grunt and deciding to just lay on the couch sprawled open, "Like hell," you replied.

"You know," he stood, walking over to you. His face-scrunching laughter from a minute ago left no traces. He looked serious, almost deadly. Your heart raced. He all but crawled to you the moment his leg touched the couch.

He set one knee between your legs, dangerously close to your crotch as he bent down to place a hand on either side of your head. Mingi was so close that you could hear his shallow, but rapid breathing, "I read somewhere that sex cures headaches."

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Wooyoung was never one to carry baggage for very long. He was an in-and-out type of guy who, no matter how much something bothered him, he found a workaround. He never ran out of ways to access a part of him that was free from whatever hurt or enraged him. He's always been the reliable one.

But there was one night that you came home to the apartment you both shared and he immediately saw how tightly your fist was clenched. You tossed your car keys so hard it slid right out of the dining table and hit the wall. You jaw was tight, eyes sharp, and though he knew that you were aware of his presence, you were fighting the urge to look him in the eye. He has never seen you so angry.

He slouched back in the couch and watched you take on your daily routine. You left your shoes at the door, washed your hands in the kitchen sink, and reached into the pantry for a pack of instant ramen. The induction stove wasn't cooperating and though he could only see your back, Wooyoung could tell you had your last straw.

You walked out of the kitchen and he took that as his queue. He took the stove out, noting mentally to buy a new one finally, and grabbed a kettle to heat water.

Almost ten minutes later, you came out with your phone to your nose, scrolling intently through the takeout options. The smell of ramen and cheese tteokbokki pulled you out of your trance.

Wooyoung was sitting with a stupidly large grin on his face almost as if he was thinking "I did good? Are you better?"

Quietly, you took a seat across him and you both had dinner in silence.

The gesture filled you up, but not in the way food did. It filled you up in the way remembering you had the best friend in the world did. Articulating how you feel and asking for help is hard. It's exhausting and sometimes being an adult just isn't in the cards on days like this.

So to have someone like Wooyoung who was so receptive and sensitive, it helped you remember it's just a shitty day, not a shitty life.

Wooyoung was seated on the edge of his bed, eye glasses on, deeply engaged in his favorite past-time--watching foreign shows without captions or dubs and trying to guess the context.

For someone who looked like a genius, this sure did raise a few concerns.

"Hey!" his greeting was warm as he pat the space next to him.

"Are you going to turn the subtitles on at least?" you asked.

"Would you clean one ear and ignore the other?"

You knew so much about him but understood so little.

But instead of breaking your head over his WooWoo philosophy, you decided to do what you had come in for. You reached over and went for a big hug. You weren't too fond of them, but you knew he liked it and you figured this was a good way to let him know you appreciated him today.

"Hey," he cooed, warmly accepting your hug and turning to ensure you got as much of him as he could. His hand reached up to your head and stroked the back. You didn't plan for the hug to be so long, but something about it was so comfortable. It's like you fit into him perfectly. You felt so at home.

Next thing you knew, he was planting butterfly kisses on your temple, your eyelids, and then your lips. He didn't let the kiss last too long as he gently pulled back, "I'm really sorry," his breath was raspy.

"I--," he gulped. "I know you don't--I've been wanting to--I've been wanting you, but--never thought you would--," he took a deep breath and it looked like it almost hurt him to pull away, so you didn't let him.

You pulled him back into the kiss and set him down to lay on his back as you straddled him.

It would have been the morning after if it wasn't 2pm in the afternoon when you woke up Wooyoung scared the living shit out of you. He was lying on his smile, the biggest, stupidest grin on his face, "Morneeee," he almost squeaked.

"Is this how you are after sex?"

"No," he shook his head. "But it was with you, so I'm a little stoked."

His smile softened into something much less 'kid in the candy store' to one that was gentle and almost dreamy.

"Are you thinking about going again? Because I'm kinda beat," you admitted. "Maybe later tonight again."

Without missing a beat, he said, "I wanna take you on a date."

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Here's the thing about Choi Jongho. It's very easy to forget he's younger than you are.

While everyone at the theater had personalities that fit the stage, this Choi Jongho with lungs of steel and monumental stage presence was quiet as a mouse whenever he wasn't rehearsing.

However, you were lucky enough to know another side of him.

As the production manager of this new musical, it was your job to ensure everyone was doing their job. So one day, when a very full day kicked you in the ass, you dozed off somewhere backstage on the couch set piece.

You felt a nudge and then a poke, stirring you aware as you reached for your phone to check the time.

You jolted up when your phone flashed "10:04pm".

You immediately recognized the presence next to you. Jongho was standing over you with his script and a pencil, which you assumed was what he used as the poking device.

"Your snoring was disrupting my internal timing," he deadpanned.

"Wait," you fixed your hair and looked around for your belongings. "What are you even doing here at 10pm, Jongho?"

"There are less people to cushion the acoustics," again, absolutely deadpan. Without any more context, he walked back to the stage and set his script and pencil down, resuming his own private rehearsal.

A solid hour later, you were seated on an empty hard case, waiting for Jongho to finish so you could lock up. As if on queue, he turned the corner, "Why are you still here?" he asked.

"I need to lock up," you said as you hopped off.

He lifted his own set of theater keys.

"Why do you have those?"

"Why not?" Jongho pushed the door open, gesturing for you to step out first. You were about to move when you caught his smirk.

"Wait, so how long have you had your own keys?"

He was now smiling, "Long enough to know you like the storage closet on the right-most part of the backstage area."

You felt your blood drain from your face. That storage closet was the inside joke of the company. Every time someone passed by it after rehearsals, someone was sure to be fucking inside. Having been in this company at least three years, you had your fair share of closet sex already with an actor or two.

"And," Jongho continued, "Long enough to know it looks like it's worth a try if I stayed after rehearsals and ran into you dozing off again on the set pieces."

Probably the biggest perk about deciding not to lock up just yet and drag Jongho into the closet, was that you got to find out first-hand exactly where that big voice of his came from. You also learned that as much as you loved the sound of him singing, you had a much deeper appreciation of his moans.

Soon, you both stepped out, straightening your clothes out when he blurted out, "I'm surprised no one thought of using the old tech booth in the second floor. It's sound proof."

He looked you in the eyes and smirked.

"Are you planning to perform an entire Aria next time we rehearse late?"

He shook his head, unaffected by what you were trying to imply, "No, but after I'm done with you, we might actually get a noise complaint. I'm just looking out for us."

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ATEEZ: The Morning After (aka Round 2 from the night before) HYUNG LINE

Adult OT8 imagine drabbles. Minors, please do not interact. You can read the maknae line of this theme here.

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The warmth of the daylight slipping between the split of the curtains hits your cheek as you lay beneath the softest duvet. You toss, attempting to dodge the daylight, but instead the movement wakes you. You stretch, allowing your eyes to gently flutter open when you kick off the covers. The cool breeze kisses your skin and you lightly shiver, not yet fully aware.

As your eyes open, you notice a silhouette sitting against the light of the sheer layer of the curtain. The silhouette was seated quite close to the bed, the duvet spilling out to their feet.

Then the smell of coffee steals away that last moment of slumber as you are jolted by the realization that the relaxed, seated silhouette had chuckled. You remembered who he was.

You look down with a hyper awareness that you're fully nude. In a panic, you reach for the duvet with your legs, but he kicks it aside.

"Hongjoong," you scolded, grabbing the pillow beneath your head to cover yourself up. The bed was now bare. He had completely kicked off the duvet while you sat up, hugging the pillow with your arms and legs.

"Good morning to you too," he chuckled. As your eyes adjusted, you noticed more details. He was in the bath robe of the hotel, one leg crossed over the other, his cup of coffee in one hand, while he held open a magazine in the other.

"Don't you have work?" you asked, trying to scoot to the edge of the bed with the pillow in place.

He wasn't paying attention to the conversation, "Where's the modesty coming from? You had no problem letting me watch you squirm while you were sprawled out beneath me last night."

"I'm sober now," you tried to defend yourself, hoping he didn't notice you blush.

He smirked, "Silly," a scoff followed, "You didn't touch any of the alcohol I ordered."

Hongjoong put the coffee down and stood to walk passed you to the bathroom. He entered and you heard the shower running.

"Can I go first?" you called.

Hongjoong didn't respond.

You walked up to the bathroom, but before you could even reach for the door, Hongjoong opened it and stood in the doorway. His eyes travelled to the pillow you were hugging for dear life.

He reached over to you and your knee-jerk reaction was to flinch, thinking he was going to yank the pillow from you. Instead, he gently placed the end of his bathrobe's tie into your palm, closing your fingers in to hold onto it.

"Get in," he gestured to the bathtub, "Since you can't remember last night, I'll remind you."

Hongjoong turned around and walked towards the tub while you held onto the tie, his robe unraveling in his wake.

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It came as a complete surprise to you that someone as obsessively clean as Seonghwa made you feel so dirty--but not in the filthy way.

"Come here," Seonghwa had snaked his arms around your waste to pull your body against his. You didn't flinch. You liked it--heck--you loved it. Seonghwa was slender but strong, gentle yet firm. He was the type who made every effort to be in the same rhythm and heartbeat as you were.

If you weren't done, he wouldn't be. If you were at your climax, he would be right there with you. The man's seduction technique was pure synchronicity. He never left you alone. He was always right there with you.

So even if it took him a long time to wake up, you waited for him and stayed by his side to let him know you'd be right there with him too.

"I'm glad you waited for me," he said, his voice now muffled because he had buried his nose in your hair. "I love your smell. This is how I want to wake up."

"What do I smell like?" you asked.

"Sex," he drawled. But before you could reply, his hand was between your legs, "Breakfast?"

"Do we order in or--" never mind. He didn't mean coffee.

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You stretched and then woke when Yunho's side of the bed was empty. Feeling a bit lonely, you sat up and rubbed your eyes, trying to gain a little more awareness so you could figure out where he was.

You stood up, not bothering to cover up, following the sound of the faucet in the bathroom. It was your first time sleeping over at Yunho's and he had been a bit nervous about you staying over. He had been going above and beyond recently to be hospitable, so you weren't surprised when you found him drawing you a bath.

"You're up," he jumped up, putting the bath bomb on the counter as he all but rushed over and let you sit on the edge of the tub. Before you could even speak, he pulled up a small basin with warm water and a towel, dipping in the towel and wringing it before he reached over between your legs.

"What are you doing?" you said with a laugh, tickled by the way he cleaned your thighs.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep right away," okay. Yunho must have looked up after care. This guy was really going the extra mile. You placed your hand on his.

"I feel comfortable," you assured him. "Come on," you stood, he looked confused as you guided him to stand. He towered over you.

"Take it off," you said with a smile as you tugged the hem of his shirt. "That's an expensive bath bomb," you laughed a little, "We should make the most of it."

With no less than stars in his eyes, he hurried to yank his shirt over his head, toss the bath bomb in, and pull you into an eager, delicious kiss, guiding you into the tub with him.

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Yeosang was probably the most confusing person you have ever slept with. It was a good kind of confusion, because you were nothing short of satisfied, but confusing nonetheless.

When you had met Yeosang, he was almost the textbook definition of "baby girl". He was sweet, gentle, and he even had a delicate laugh.

A few drinks down the line, he was beginning to flop onto your couch like a stuffed animal. You had offered him your couch for the night because he was much too drunk to drive. On top of that, you were also absolutely enamored with him. He was so beautiful, so fascinating to watch. You could have watched him sleep.

And then he pulled off his long-sleeved sweater.

His forearms were practically carved as his veins moved with every motion of his fingers. His arms were solid as rocks and your inebriated memory reminded you that your eyes tried to follow his veins from his forearm to his bicep to his neck.

You were seated next to him on the couch, stunned silent as he threw his head back, irritated that he chose to wear such fitted jeans tonight. Yeosang began to roughly yank his belt off, but failed.

Your last memory was the moment he grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his buckle, his almost baritone voice demanding, "Take it off."

"What happened?" was his next question, 11:00 in the morning, clutching his temple as he sat across you at your dining table.

You poured him a tall glass of water and shrugged. You were intoxicated, sure, but not so much that you would forget the way he flat out fucked you senseless. You could still feel his iron grip on your hips. It was as though they were about to bruise.

Of course, it was wonderful. You would do it again in a heartbeat. You knew that he was someone who could get it from you anytime he asked.

You turned around and brought over toast, eggs, and a few sausages when your eyes locked with his. Your heart skipped a beat because he just had the most knowing smirk on his face.

He remembered.

"I'll have one egg," he said. "But if you're not yet sore," he pushed his empty plate forward, "I'll have two so I have enough energy to make sure you bruise this time."

Without a second thought, you straight up poured all four eggs you made onto his plate.

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