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bvidzsoo · 5 months

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Love made me crazy...

❅Boyfriend!Jongho❅

TW: mentions of a panic attack, and just an overload of fluff and delulu lol

Word count: 2,5k

A/N: Uh...hi? I don't want to talk about it, okay? I don't know what's happening to me because I keep writing and writing when I have so many other things to do, it's maddening. But this is solely Jongho's fault: 1. he keeps bias wrecking me, and I love this man so much that I can barely contain myself at this point; 2. he just had to mention the first snow fall in Korea man...; 3. I love Choi Jongho. Anyways, this is a small scenario/drabble, I don't even know what to call it. I hope you all enjoy it and leave feedback, I really appreciate it! Happy reading!

There was something about winter time that you didn’t particularly like. Perhaps it was the sun going down too fast, coating the world into darkness at 5 pm already, or perhaps it was the cold which never seemed to go away, seeping into your bones, making it a constant reminder that you handled warmth and summer a lot better. But then there were also things you absolutely loved about winter: the cozy clothes you could wear, the hot chocolate with marshmallows you could frequently enjoy, the Christmas Carols which became annoying once the holiday was over, the joy and excitement you felt wrapping up presents and then opening yours, the possibility to go skating on a warmer day, the relief of entering a warm place after being out in the cold for too long, and the snow. The snow was your number one favorite. You couldn’t wait for it to finally fall, the first snow holding a deeper significance. If you were with your lover while the first snow fell, that meant eternal love and a lifetime spent together. The thought alone could make you giggle and you muffled your mouth with the paw of you thick sweater, having gotten off track while studying. The holidays were right around the corner and winter break would soon start, you wanted to get some homework done before you’d be on your merry way, and what better place to do that at other than your university’s library? The studious ambiance helped focusing on your task at hand, feeling determined to finish your assignment in cultural studies. It was a subject you weren’t fond of and found it hard to sit yourself down and proceed with the assignment, but after all of your friends have handed in theirs, you realized the deadline was dangerously nearing, and so, you finally committed yourself to doing it. If it weren’t for the library and all the other hard-working students, you probably would have given up after half an hour. But now, three hours later, you stood proudly, and admittedly quite tiredly, as you stretched in your seat, a grin on your lips. It was almost 7 pm, the library would be closing in just an hour. You only had to write the conclusion for your assignment, but that was something you could do in the comfort of your room too, so, you grabbed the two books you have used for research, and stood, turning to walk to place them back on their respective shelves. One section wasn’t far from your desk as you quickly found where the book belonged to, having memorized the shelf and two other books you have taken them from beside. Then came the last book, which was more towards the back of the library, where the lights were dimmer in order to save up some costs since no students sat around there. You turned to the left, walking down between two large bookcases, eyes narrowed at the titles of the books. Your vision was slightly blurry as your eyes hurt from having stared at your laptop for three hours without a break. You realized you had turned onto the wrong row, so you went to check out the next one, successfully finding the empty spot where your book belonged. You cheered very quietly, pushing the book back to its place, just as you felt hands on your waist, squeezing. You yelped loudly, grateful that you were in the back and not bothering anyone, as you quickly turned around, slightly terrified by who would sneak up on you like that, but your heartbeats slightly calmed at the familiar face of your boyfriend.

“Jongho!” You whisper-shouted as you lightly slapped your boyfriend’s chest, his lips pulling up into an adorable grin, cheeks puffing up and eyes twinkling with amusement, “You scared me!”

“I thought my girlfriend would be more aware of her surroundings,” Jongho teased as he ruffled your hair, making you pout, “Especially when a handsome man like myself was trailing her—”

“Ey, Jongho, now you’re just asking for—” You tsked as you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend, who slightly stepped closer, making you walk into the shelves behind you.

“Asking for a what?” He asked cheekily, making your heartbeat pick up again. Jongho and you had been dating for two months now and you knew you should have gotten used to his antics, his shameless flirting and playfulness, but you could never quite do so. He always said something which took you off guard or made you a blushing and stuttering mess. Like right now, as he jut his lips out and made kissy faces, teasing you as you pretended to be annoyed, desperately trying not to giggle.

“Who’s the one asking for a kiss now?” You teased back, but only blushed more when Jongho smirked, leaning closer, your noses almost touching.

“I can’t help myself when my girlfriend is so cute.” You would’ve rolled your eyes but Jongho’s soft lips were pressed against yours, making your eyes close as your arms went around his shoulders, pulling him into yourself. Jongho’s hands wrapped around your middle, smiling into the kiss as your lips assaulted his eagerly, having missed him all day long. He had classes early in the morning and then he had to attend his swimming classes, his tournament was soon coming up, he had to train hard. You didn’t even agree to meet up today, but his presence was more than welcomed as you had been thinking about him all day. Your lips moved softly against each other, kisses drawn out and slow, Jongho taking his time in tasting you and the hot white chocolate you had drank not too long ago—you had to sneak that into the library, but what the librarian doesn’t know about won’t hurt her. You revealed in Jongho’s comforting arms, his honey like cologne sweet and familiar. He felt like home, like that cozy place you’d frequent because you grew to love it and made you feel safe, protected from the cold outside world. That’s how Jongho made you feel like, safe, and like you could conquer the whole world with him by your side. He was the sweetest person you had the luck of meeting and far the most loving person in your life. He was so easy to love, your heart felt full as your lips moved together, breathing in each other, wrapped up in your own world before Jongho slightly pulled back, seemingly breathless. It made you chuckle as you cradled his cheek and rubbed his flushed soft skin with your thumb, not even trying to fight off the huge smile on your lips.

“I missed you.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you allowed the confession to slip past your lips, and Jongho’s face lit up even more as his cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, lips pouting as he looked down embarrassed, but still nuzzled his face into your hand. Sometimes he made you wonder how you survived his cuteness without having a heart attack yet.

“I missed you too, how was your day?” Jongho asked as he raised his head up again, and kissed your cheeks slowly, slightly distracting you from what you were about to say.

“Way too long without you by my side, but—” You giggled as Jongho bit your cheek lightly, “I finally managed to do my social studies assignment!”

Jongho hummed and pulled away to be able to look into your eyes, “Finally, I thought I’d have to tie you to a chair myself and force you to do it.”

You snickered and lightly punched his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck again as you pressed a quick kiss against his cherry red lips, “And how was your day?”

“Productive and practical,” Jongho said confidently, eyes glinting with mischief, “I have mastered how to keep you out of my thoughts, you won’t be able to bother me anymore when you’re not with me.”

You gasped dramatically and tried to step away from Jongho, but his arms tightened around you as he grinned, fingers flexing against your sides, threatening to tickle you, “Don’t pout like that. If I keep thinking about you only I will lose in the tournament, and then I’ll be really sad.”

“You won’t lose, Jongho, you’re phenomenal, I’ve seen you compete before.” You encouraged him with a fond smile, having seen him competing before. It’s actually how you got to know of the existence of Choi Jongho. Your best friend had been a big swimmer until an awful injury, which led her to now enjoying going to swimming competitions, cheering for her once fellow teammates and rivals. Apparently, Jongho and her used to train under the same coach, so when she heard that Jongho went to the same university as the two of you while maintaining his swimmer career, she was exhilarated to go and see him compete. And, of course, she dragged you with herself, trying to convince you why you should also pick up a few swimming lessons as you couldn’t swim very well. The match seemed to be quite interesting, but you found yourself bored throughout the half of it, having to excuse yourself to the bathroom. On your way back is when you ran into Jongho, quite literally, as he came stumbling out of the men’s restroom. He seemed to have trouble breathing and when you noticed he couldn’t really form coherent sentences, it became obvious by his lack of breathing pattern that he was having a panic attack. Your best friend having those quite often, you were familiar with the process, and you managed in helping Jongho calm down, only to find out that he got proposed to join the national swimming team. Since he was already nervous from the current match, and that combined with the shocking news he had just gotten it lead to him feeling overwhelmed, which then lead to a breakdown. After you were sure he was feeling fine, the two of you parted ways and you went back to my best friend, explaining why you came back later than expected. And much to your surprise, after the event was over, your best friend forced you to wait with her for her long-time friend, only to introduce you to the guy you had helped with his panic attack, Choi Jongho. You seemed to run into each other quite frequently at university after that, and after a few in passing quick conversations, Jongho asked for your number, which you gladly gave to him. That was probably the best decision of your life.

“What would I do without your support…” Jongho mumbled to himself before he pecked your lips and stepped back, offering his hand for you to take, “Are you hungry? Want to grab some dinner on our way home?”

“I’m a bit tired, if you don’t mind, we could just hang out at my place instead of eating out.” You said as your fingers interlaced and the two of you took off towards your table. Jongho wore an ankle long dark brown coat, his black ripped jeans peeking through as he walked.

“That’s fine by me,” Jongho answered quietly with a smile, “how do you feel about some Chinese take-out?”

You grinned as you nodded your head at him, “That would be lovely.”

After gathering your things and placing them in your backpack, Jongho and you were off towards the Chinese take-out place, hands clasped together, and noses hidden behind your thick scarves. Jongho talked about his day, told you about meeting his new coach and instantly taking a liking to him. He mentioned how Hongjoong got the call too and would be joining their team, leaving Jongho ecstatic that his best friend would be once again by his side not just out of water, but in water too. He knew you wouldn’t see each other for a month as he’d be touring the country very soon, so very enthusiastically he showed you the calendar on his phone and what plans he had made for the two of you for the remaining days of the month, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. You couldn’t help but tear up a bit at how attentive and caring he was, pecking his cheek lightly despite Jongho hating PDA; he didn’t exactly complain as he turned his head and stole a swift kiss, making you giggle. Just as you crossed the road, the Chinese restaurant a few steps in front of you, something wet fell on your cheek. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up, dreading the thought of rain as you hadn’t brought an umbrella with yourself, and by the looks of it, Jongho didn’t have one either. Jongho noticed how you had stopped moving and he turned around, eyebrows raised as he gazed at you curiously, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared up at the dark cloudy sky, white specks helter-skelter falling from the darkness above. Your eyes widened as more wet spots fell on your face and you raised your free hand up high, opening your palm to catch the small snowflakes. Jongho’s eyes wandered around in surprise as he took in the sudden snowfall, fingers tightening around yours. It was the first snowfall of the year. Upon realizing this, your lips pulled up into a huge grin and you beamed up at Jongho as his eyes found yours. That gummy smile which you loved so much was back on his face and he gently tugged on your joined hands, pulling you into his chest.

“Would you look at that,” He muttered with amusement; however his eyes were filled with fondness, “The first snowfall of the year.”

“Just when I was walking with my boyfriend, how convenient.” You chuckled as your nose scrunched up and you leaned in, kissing the corner of your boyfriend’s lips.

“You know what this means…” Jongho trailed off, grinning as the snow continued to fall around the two of you, wrapping the world into a white blanket.

“I do, Jongho.” You whispered, suddenly feeling shy as your boyfriend cooed at you.

“I suppose you’ll be stuck with me forever now.” He said quite smugly, shrugging nonchalantly as he made you laugh, content about the prospect of having to live his life with you by his side.

“Wouldn’t want to have it any other way,” You brought your joined hands inside your jacket’s pocket, fingers having frozen by now, “I love you, Jongho.”

“And I love you too, pookie.” The nickname made you burst into laughter, but you pulled Jongho into a hug, burying your head into the comfort of his neck, the inside of his scarf warm against your skin. Your nose was freezing and Jongho yelped when he felt it pressing against his hot skin, making you chuckle. But he didn’t pull away as he patted the snow out of your hair, feeling content.

“Let’s go inside before we turn into statues.” He mumbled close to your ear and you nodded, agreeing with him. The moment might’ve felt magical, but you fancied knowing your body wouldn’t freeze over. With your hands still intertwined, you hurried inside the Chinese take-out place, giggling as Jongho ruffled his hair, making it stick out in odd places.

Yes, perhaps there were no coincidences. You could totally imagine living your life with this one lovable human being.

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justwritedreams · 4 months

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Ateez texts: you fangirling over another idol

#This is completely based on my best friend's experience with her boyfriend lol #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez texts #ateez smau #ateez social media au #kpop texts #kpop smau #kpop social media au #maari

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tinytinyblogs · 2 months

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Monster

While others may perceive him as a monster, in your eyes, he is anything but.

(Mentioned self-loathing, stranger to lover, gender-neutral) 2,1K words

A narrative drawn from inspiration found on Pinterest.

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The world saw San as a stormy cloud, like a large creature in human form making loud noises. His uniqueness, deeply ingrained in him, was like a red mark on his soul. Instead of being curious, people were scared of him. He is a destroyer; everything he touches ends up broken or injured. His name was rarely spoken, like a forbidden sound in the normal places. He was naturally isolated, surrounded by whispers and avoided looks. Every time he tried to touch someone, it ended in disaster, leaving behind only pain. The laughter he wanted to hear was like a song in his dreams, unfamiliar in the regular world. His heart, wanting warmth, stayed in the cold shadow of being rejected. Every morning reminded him of his lonely existence, and every laugh mocked his silent cries. The world seemed to have created a lonely prison for him, and its key was made from a distorted view. As bitterness grew, San felt a change in the ground beneath him. Whispers turned into screams, and avoided looks turned into full-blown terror. He, who was pushed away, started pushing others away. His pain, fueled by the world's negativity, started fighting back, a desperate plea for acknowledgment and connection, even if it meant creating it through the fires of fear.

The monster in him believed that nobody on earth could be kind to him. His heart was like a closed garden with no space for the difficulties of human interaction. And then there was you—a spark in the lonely landscape of his life. Your eyes, without the usual flinch or disgust, seemed like windows to a world he thought he could never access. When you bent down to pick up his red scarf, a gift from a long-gone mother, your voice, a soothing touch to his troubled soul, broke the silence. "You dropped this," you whispered, the words carrying a melody he'd never heard before. Hesitantly, he reached for it, his eyes meeting yours once again. There was no sign of fear or disgust, just a gentle curiosity. Surely, you knew. You must have. Whispers followed him like crows, a dark group casting shadows on his soul. Yet, there you were, untouched by fear, offering a connection like a bridge across a deep gap. The red scarf, once a symbol of his isolation, now became a delicate lifeline—a glimmer of hope in the overwhelming darkness. Could it be? Could someone truly see beyond the scary exterior and catch a glimpse of the boy he might be? The question lingered in the air, a silent plea resonating between your gazes.

The monster in him, a twisted snake of fear and distrust, showed itself. You, with clear eyes and a kind voice, bravely peeked beneath the damaged mask he wore. A tiny bit of hope grew in his empty heart, but old hurts quickly killed it. He thought, maybe, your innocence was fake, and your kind look just a passing fancy. He couldn't let himself believe in such a cruel trick. The lonely street, covered in swirling snow, matched the emptiness inside him. The freezing cold got through his worn-out coat, but it was the isolating loneliness that really made him numb. Every gust of wind reminded him of his solitude, an unwanted friend in the quiet. Then, a bit of warmth broke through the darkness. A careful tap on his shoulder, a whisper in the icy air. Surprised, he turned to see you standing there, a steady light in the snowy darkness. Your closeness woke up his senses, but your gaze stayed calm, as pure as the first snow. Stuck in your eyes, a captive of your comforting presence, he felt drawn to a part of himself he hadn't explored before. This vulnerability, this dependence, made him feel uncomfortable yet strangely comforted, leaving him angry at himself.

The monster in him woke up, confused. You, offering kindness like he had never experienced. Your hesitant smile appeared as you pulled out a paper bag from under your coat, holding it like a precious ember against the winter cold. With a gentle push, you placed it in front of him, silently inviting him to share. San, cautious but curious, looked inside. In the bag, like a small sun warming the chilly air, was a bread shaped like a fish, its golden crust still carrying the warmth of the oven. Yet, it wasn't just the warmth of the bread that surprised him. As he cautiously broke off a piece and tasted it, a different kind of warmth spread through him, thawing the corners of his long-cold heart. The simple act, the unspoken understanding in your eyes, sparked a glimmer of hope he hadn't dared to nurture. He enjoyed the bread, each bite a small rebellion against the loneliness he had worn like a second skin. The taste – sweet, yeasty, with a hint of the sea – turned into a connection, a song playing just for him. In that moment, the scary part loosened its grip on him, and a crack appeared in the icy fortress he had built around himself. It's cozy, but it's not because of that fish-shaped bread – it's because of you.

The monster in him roared, a basic clash against something he didn't know. You, a guiding light in the chaotic landscape of his life, showed a kindness so real, so different from the harsh treatment he was used to, that it stirred up his very soul. Was this warmth you were giving real, or just another cruel illusion in the emptiness of his existence? Doubt and questions messed with his mind like hungry rats. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the cautious stares of the people around, fear evident as they moved away from the monster they thought he was. But in the midst of his contemplation, a glimmer of hope appeared. It was the image of you, stepping out of the store like sunshine breaking through heavy clouds. He braced himself for the expected – your eyes turning away, quickly passing him, silently confirming his outsider status. However, you looked into his eyes, and everything around him paused. A smile, a real and bright smile, spread across your face, like a flower blooming in the desolation of his lonely world. He stood still, unable to believe it. Never before in his memories had he seen such a sight.

The monster in him backed away, like a quiet puppy retreating after a surprising encounter. He couldn't believe what was happening. You, like an angel in a world full of troubles, were walking towards him, a bright smile on your face. The whispers from the people around, like a mean song, stopped when you showed up, and their fear faded away in the face of your constant kindness. He stood still, stuck in the whirlwind of you coming closer. The city sounds turned into a dull noise, and all he could focus on was you. When you stopped, like a heavenly being in the busy marketplace, the air was filled with unspoken questions. Your hand, like an offering from another world, held a simple candy, a symbol of something much bigger. "Do you want some?" your voice, a melody he never thought he'd hear, floated in the air. His world, full of shadows, couldn't possibly fit someone like you. He was the scary one people talked about in quiet voices, the one kids hid from, the one fear kept away. But there you were, a real embodiment of hope, offering him a sweet treat dipped in kindness. It's sweet, but it's not because of the candy – it's because of you.

The monster in him once like a growling storm cloud, had now become a quiet shadow. However, doubt still stuck around, like a fog hanging onto the edges of his thoughts. Was it real, the warmth and kindness you shared, like a sprinkle of care on his lonely life? He really wanted it – the feeling of sunlight, a sense of belonging. He wanted to believe in you, in the chance you brought, like a fragile bridge connecting his solitude to the rest of the world. So, he began to notice you everywhere. Not actually everywhere, but in sounds like your laughter or in the sunlight like your smile. He took a risk and started talking to you, cautiously at first, like opening a rusty lock, scared that it might make noise. But with each moment he stole with you, each word he shared, the rust started to loosen, and the door to his heart opened a bit wider. Listening to your voice, the stories you told with laughter and vulnerability, made him feel alive again. He wasn't just the scary one people talked about in quiet voices, the shadowy thing. You saw him, really saw him, not with fear but with a kind curiosity that melted the frost around his heart. And in return, he found the forgotten joy of smiles hiding in the corners of his own lips.

The monster in him started moving, a dark feeling of fear twisting in his stomach. The idea of you, the light he wanted the most, turning away and leaving him in never-ending darkness - it was a terror too deep to describe. The silence between you felt like a big gap he really wanted to fill, but he didn't know how. He couldn't take the heavy quiet, so he spoke up, his voice rough with hidden pain. "I'm a monster," he said, the words feeling like a sharp blade cutting through his throat. Your reply, simple but deep, hung in the air, like a rope thrown across the gap. "No, you're not," you said, your voice filled with gentle confidence. He raised his voice, saying, "I am," his eyes teary, letting out emotions he had kept inside for a long time. "I've always been different; people always avoid me. I destroy everything; I hurt people. Are you still pretending you don't know?" he exclaimed, without a hint of a smile, while you sat next to him, watching his inner struggle. "I don't care," you answered calmly. This wasn't news to you; warnings about him had reached you when you first came to town, but you never let those warnings change your view. After expressing your lack of concern, he went quiet, stood up from the bench, and started walking away. "San," you called after him, and he stopped without turning to look at you. "You've never been a monster in my eyes," you reassured him.

It was the monster within him, wanting you like a dry desert wants rain. Even though he tried to keep away, staying alone, your image stayed in his mind like a ghost that wouldn't leave. So, the scary part gave in, leading him to your door without a plan. With hesitation, his hand touched your door, knocking gently. You answered right away, warm and welcoming. There you were, looking beautiful in your soft clothes, a smile on your face like a sunrise. Without saying anything, you moved aside, inviting him in without words. In that moment, under your kind eyes, the scary part inside him did more than want – it felt a strong desire for you. He stepped inside, like a hesitant traveler entering a special place. Your scent, familiar and comforting, wrapped around him like a gentle hug. The scary part, so used to darkness, blinked in the soft light of your presence. You guided him in, offering not judgment but a safe place. And the scary part, for the first time ever, felt a bit of hope, a chance for redemption, just because you let him in. "I'm sorry for taking it out on you," he whispered, and you replied with a soft sound. "No need to apologize, San. Not at all."

And suddenly, the monster in him fall silent as he rest his head on your lap. his head nestled in your lap, a haven of warmth and comfort. Your fingers combed through his hair, each touch a silent symphony of tenderness. He inhaled the scent of you, a balm to his troubled soul. "Can I stay like this?" he murmured, eyes fluttering shut. "Can I keep feeling this… this sunlit warmth from you? Can I just be with you… always?" His hand found yours, resting it gently on your knee, anchoring him to this precious moment. He yearned to bottle it, to preserve it against the inevitable tides of time. "I don't need anyone else," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Only you." A soft smile curved your lips. "Then stay," you breathed, pulling him closer. "Stay here with me, san. You're safe here." In your eyes, he saw not a monster, but a reflection of the man he could be. You treated him with respect, with an understanding that pierced through the layers of darkness he'd worn for so long. And perhaps, under your gentle touch, the beast within him was finally learning to recede, replaced by the flicker of a hopeful future. The monster in him has vanished as he found his home, it's no more.

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kuromiiy · 6 months

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so far away.

.pairing. nonidol!yunho x reader

.synopsis. long distance relationship between you and yunho but with a happy twist.

.warnings. none except grammar

.tags. fluff, slight angst

being in a long distance relationship wasn’t originally what you planned, but after meeting yunho your whole life seemed to change.

you never were much of a social butterfly, frankly you hated going out and into places with lots of people. you loved being a homebody, enjoying calmness and quiet but even when that was your life, one you were pretty content with…there still was something missing, or rather someone.

so you went out of your way and downloaded an app, hoping to meeting you someone special and that you did.

it didn’t take long for you to fall in love with yunho, his charm and humor was something he pulled you in with.

everyday you woke up to good morning, baby! did you dream sweet? and everyday you fell asleep to good night, my love. i love you.

you even met his best friend, his other half mingi, which you quickly became best friends with too. he often messaged you, sending you silly pictures of your boyfriend or letting you know what he’s up to if yunho’s too busy to do so himself and for that you were truly thankful.

because lately yunho has been quiet, he barely text’s you, always busy with dancing class, well, thats what he says and of course you believe him! he’s an active person so it’s not abnormal but it does hurt a little bit, you miss him a lot.

you miss him, you want to be part of his daily life but you can’t, not fully at least. but mingi sent you a pic of yunho one night, fast asleep on his desk, looking like he worked on something for some time. you can’t really tell on what though, it’s blurred. mingi wrote underneath “he’s been stressing about this for so long, he even forgets to eat and drink. don’t worry tho! i’m reminding him (:”

you didn’t exactly understand what he was referring to but it must be very important. with that knowledge you could calm down and sleep better but also worry a bit about your yunho, as he clearly overworks himself..

after two weeks you suspected that he might be working on your birthday present, your birthday that was just around the corner, especially because he was pretty secretive about it too and even after bothering mingi, who also acts kinda suspicious you let it drop.

two days before your special day yunho calls you, smiling so bright you could swear he’s brighter than the sun. he tells you “babe, are you excited for your present?” of course you were, he treated it like a government secret after all. “you know i am but i’ll be patient, promise.” after that his smile seemed to grow even more and he tells you, how the wait is gonna pay off.

you wondered what he made you and if it will arrive on your birthday or a few days after.

so imagine the surprise when your present ringed your bell, standing only one feet away from you with a box and spread arms, waiting for you to jump into.

and that you did, with tears streaming down your face.

“happy birthday my love, may all your wishes come true” he whispered. and god, they truly did.

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kikitulips · 4 days

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ꢐ Hongjoong ꒰ ꒰ ateez ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

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fxckteez · 7 months

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・❥・ SEONGHWA AS BOYFRIEND

° Morning kisses. He would wake you up like that.

° Always texting you when you aren't together.

° A loooot of pictures of him or whatever he's doing in the moment. Selfie, airplanes pics, clothes pics. "My new baby" (and it's a picture of his new shoes).

° Voice message singing a romantic song.

° Beach dates. You two holding hands and vibing to the sound of the sea.

° "Open your mouth" and then he would just feed you as a baby.

° Matching clothes and cellphone cases.

° Asks for your opinion about something he wants to buy.

° It doesn't matter what you do or what you say, "you're so beautiful" is always coming out of his mouth and it's about you.

#seonghwa as boyfriend #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa headcanons #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez headcanon #ateez

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sanssiii · 2 years

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𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙣 ── headcanon (m)

➺ pairings: boyfriend!san, gender neutral reader

➺ ratings: fluff mostly, comedy, suggestive/mature/18+

➺ warnings/disclaimers: explicit content under the cut, this is purely fictional and is made for entertainment purposes only, purely imaginative, mwah <3

➺ a/n: this is for anon ~ !!! tysm for requesting, again omg ilysm, i hope you like it <33

alright alright where to starttt

san as your boyfriend is definitely a handful

mostly because your hands should be full of him

physical touch and quality time >>>

hold his hand, give him kisses, play with his hair, HUG HIM SO TIGHTLY FOR US ALL PLS

definitely one for late night talks

“hey baby, are you sleeping?” “oh, nothing, i just saw this thing–“

speaking of…. would definitely be the “this reminded me of you” type of guy and would give/show you something random

calls you cute stuff like “weirdo” or “silly”

makes you playlists and sends you his selfies

begs you to send your selfies too cause he loves to look at you (and tbh show you off too)

likes to hear your voice too and he sends you voice notes while you’re sleeping or whenever he wakes up

“look at my baby” and “my love… you’re so perfect”

big on pet names btw

“my flower” “cutie” “my love” “my sweet/pretty/handsome *blank*”

shows genuine interest when you talk about something you like and you can literally see the way his eyes would light up while listening

says he loves it when you talk about things that make you happy and that it makes him happy ahhh DEAD MY TURN WHEN

is such a good listener !! and will make sure you’re okay before anything else

also is honored if you open up to him bc trust?? yes 👏 loves it, give him more of it

would also probably admire that about you just bc i see him as the type who struggles or has struggled with that a little bit

would love going on small dates !! like little picnics and walking in the park or something

take him to an animal cafe !! i see him really loving that lol

tells you all about his day; what he ate, what he did, what he saw!! everything (how many breaths he took–) and would wanna know all about yours too

thinks about you always and makes sure you know

omg and the affection wars???

“i love you more” “no i love YOU more” “no i love you most” “no i-“

or just “i love you more than…”

not just the “i love you” but the “i miss you” too

imessage games !! and would win them all and laugh pFT but it’s okay cause he’ll just give you kisses

sometimes just wants to lay in bed though and stay there with you and you better stay there with him too smfh

“babe, don’t leaveeee, come backkk” and “leave it, we’ll do it later, just let me hold you/just hold me”

or lol “i missed you, my love” and you go “?? we literally live together” and he says “yeah but you went to the bathroom 😩”

likes to watch while you do things (like if you can cook… he’ll just hover and observe and just talk with you)

lol might even watch you sleep too🧍‍♀️

would love it if you watched him while he did things too and give him compliments, just boost his ego cause he deserves it anyway

attention whoreeee ~

okay,,, i don’t know how big he’d be on gift giving or receiving

BUT i’m certain that the gifts he’d give are sooo so thoughtful?? and creative!!

would love to watch movies/shows and play games together

just basically will be someone you can nerd out with omg

also go get ice cream with him pls or i will 😤

mmm okay now if there was an argument??

would try his best to remain calm bc doesn’t want to make things worse

would hear you out to the best of his ability and would most definitely give his opinion as you would give yours

really doesn’t like being upset and certainly doesn’t like you being upset

that being said, would want things to be resolved asap

and that’s why honesty and trust is important to him

he just wants to make sure the both of you are happy and if there’s ever a moment where one upsets the other, he would like for the both of you to communicate about it in the best way possible

and i think that’s something that would definitely take time bc as i’ve said, i think he may struggle with that juuuuust a little

mm i don’t see him being the type to be irrational when he’s angry

i think he’d very much be the “what goes around comes around” type of person and would definitely want to match energies

so like hey, if you scream he scream

but still, never would be intentionally harmful

either way, i just think he’s very considerate still, and ofc we all have our selfish and oblivious tendencies so just… ✨communication✨

it’s very very important

okay okay so under the cut here will be the NSFW part, READERS PLS USE DISCRETION TY MWAH <33

okay, big on him being switch/vers

but i think he’d really enjoy being topped

DON’T GET ME WRONG THO

i feel like he’d be fine either way as long as you’re getting pleasure,,, bc that’ll give him pleasure

i think at first tho he might seem shy

and then once you two are past the shyness it’s like a bomb and he’s… such a tease

knows exactly what to say and do to get you worked up and then tease you for it like he wasn’t doing it on purpose LMAO

likes to ask you what you’re comfortable with and what you’d like him to do tho

“tell me, baby, what do you want me to do? hm?”

or or orrrr “oh? do whatever you want with me.”

doesn’t mind initiating but when you do it he gets all flustered hehe how cute (CALL HIM CUTE WHEN HE DOES CAUSE IT’D GET WORSE HAHA)

also very much links intimacy with love and believes you can’t have one without the other

OR very much believes that it won’t be nearly as good and enjoyable if there is no love

see him being pretty private too… but i think teasing each other in public would get him excited and make him feel embarrassed/humiliated BUT IN A GOOD WAY DW

lingerie/dressing up?? yes yes yES 👏 heh give him a strip tease too

would love praising you

and i mean he COULD degrade you too if you really wanted it, but i think he’d rather give you praises and softness

degrade him tho. like actually. he’ll be on his knees and happily so.

would love to edge himself too

ugh edge himself and overstim you !!!

very romantic tho btw

would kiss you everywhere and tell you how beautiful and perfect you are and how much he loves you

enjoys marking too, giving and receiving cause yk,,,, “you’re mine and i’m yours, right, my love? say it for me?”

would for sure have a sex playlist lmao (i thought of the stupid reddit guy but pls it’d actually be good music i swear 😭)

loves hearing you moan tho and is mmm on the more vocal side, i would say

and although deep moans are hot, i think his would be pretty high and whiney ?? STILL HOT THO AJDBSJDNNDNS

ugh and his handsss PLS 😩 tell me he isn’t good with his hands

and his hips

and his tongue 😳

very much a good pup heh

YOUR good pup*, sorry–

aaaand i think last but most certainly not least,,, he’d love to make you cum throughout the day oUP—

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hwaseonghwasworld · 5 months

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Brothers Best Friend Chapter 7: Sticky Situation

Summary: Yunho doesn’t want his baby sister (Y/n) dating any of his friends especially Mingi since they are like brothers to him and it’s an issue when all Y/n’s friends are dating Yunho’s friends but he wouldn’t let Y/n talk to any guys since he’s so overprotective, it’s such a shame that she’s been with Mingi for almost 2 years and no one knows. What will happen if Yunho finds out?

Song Mingi x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut, fights

Word count: 570

Genre: series, angst, comedy, fluff, hidden relationship, High school au

The next morning I got changed into my school uniform, I didn’t want to go to school since me and Mingi had an argument yesterday. I walked downstairs to see my brother, my dad and his fiancée my dad could see that there was something in my mind so I denied it and sat with my brother who was looking at me like he can read me.

“Did you and Shotaro have a fight or something?” I roll my eyes looking at him shaking my head for no. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing” Yunho could see there was something wrong but he didn’t say anything since he wanted to find out for himself.

Our dad took us to school and I walked to my friends, “hey, are you ok?” I nodded since they know what’s wrong, Mingi looked at me like he wanted to talk but I didn’t want to so I turn away from him “Y/nie you have to talk to him, if you want things to go smoothly” I looked at Soyeon as I knew she was right but I just didn’t want to talk right now.

As we were about to walk to our home room classes Mingi grabbed my arm, taking me outside, “Y/n we have to talk I hate fighting with you” I didn’t know what to say, I was just pissed at him for saying those things to me. “I’m so sorry I said that to you, I’m so sorry, please forgive me”

“It’s fine” he looked at me like he lost me forever Mingi wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead “I love you so much” I tear up as he said that and I hugged him back saying the same to him, he kissed me and I kissed him back.

~Yunho pov~

While I was walking to my home room class I pissed my sisters class and I couldn’t see her “where did this little shit go” I went to go find her with Yeosang “maybe she just went to the toilet” I looked at him as I mentioned something “Mingi is missing too”

"Somethings going on between them and I want to know" "relax they're probably just friends, and isn't YIn with Shotaro" I turn to yeosang, I know Y/n was lying about that because I know my sister, she's not the type of person to look at other guys let alone talk to them privately when she's with someone. I could hear whispering outside and ran out.

~Y/n pov~

"What. The. Fuck" Yunho looked at both of us kissing and I immediately pulled Mingi away, and we looked at my pissed off brother, Yunho immediately jumped into Mingi punching him, I shouted at my brother telling him to stop while me and Yeosang tried getting him off of him, the whole fight they both were punching each other since Mingi was defending himself and I don't blame him.

Everyone ran out of there class after hearing shouting, since the rang for home room the teachers saw everyone running and trying to find the source they had helped me get the boys off each other. "WHAT IS GOING ON" the two boys went silent, the teacher looked at me and Yeosang trying to figure out what the reason for 2 best friends to be fighting but we stayed silent.

“Y/n and Yeosang I’ll see you two in detention after school, Mingi and Yunho go to the Principals office.

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hwauroras · 9 months

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— AS YOUR BOYFRIEND (ATEEZ) !

pic sources in order left -> right: pinterest, pinterest, allkpop

an eight part as your boyfriend headcanon "series" made up of one post for each member. there may be spin offs or works inspired by some of the prompts. gender neutral. sfw. no upload schedule. taglist available.

MEMBERS:

-> HONGJOONG [홍중] !

-> SEONGHWA [성화] !

-> YUNHO [윤호] !

-> YEOSANG [여상] !

-> SAN [산] !

-> MINGI [민기] !

-> WOOYOUNG [우영] !

-> JONGHO [종호] !

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED FOR THE CERTAIN MEMBERS OR THE ENTIRE GROUP !

#kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez oneshots #ateez fluff oneshot #ateez fluff imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez headcanons #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez series #ateez angst #ateez au #ateez boyfriend

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everythingateez · 10 months

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ATEEZ as your boyfriend: Hongjoong

How you met (cw: idol!y/n, bouncy, hook up, freaky talk, chat room, sexy man, utility closet, inkigayo)

You were stood backstage at Inkigayo, watching ATEEZ sunbaenim perform their newest comeback 'Bouncy'. You had just debuted in a girl group, and were promoting with your track 'Monster Truck' at the moment. You were next to go on after ATEEZ, so you stood by patientely while the staff checked you and your group's mics. This was the first time you saw ATEEZ sunbaenim perform in real life, and as a long time fan of their work, you watched intensely. When ATEEZ was finished, they started walking off the stage, which you knew meant your cue to walk on was any second. You couldn't help but keep your eyes on Hongjoong as ATEEZ exited the stage. You'd always admired him, especially from a far, and of you had to be honest, you found him sexy. He was your ideal type, but you knew you couldn't even dream of it. The dating scandal would ruin both of you. And besides, he probably didn't even know you existed.

As you were about to look away and prepare to enter the stage, Hongjoong gaze shifted over and met your eyes. When he noticed that you were already looking at him, he smirked and gave you a wink. Not daring to look away, the two of you kept eye contact for what felt like forever, but was honestly probably about 5 seconds, before the staff rushed you on stage and making you break it. All flustered, you rushed up after your members and got into the starting formation. You performed your song the worst you'd probably ever did, as Hongjoong was the only thing on your mind.

After Inkigayo, all the artist of the day were gathered for the album exchange. You held your groups pile of albums, and were handing them out patientely. You got to the end of the line with only one album left to go to ATEEZ sunbaenim. Hongjoong was holding their album, and after bowing to each other, you exchanged them. Hongjoong looked down on the album, before looking up at you and stepping closer.

"Y/N...... why do I feel like you can be freaky?" Hongjoong said smoothly into your ear, loud enough only for you to hear.

You turned red like no other. He leaned away smirking, before gesturing towards the album with his head.

"I hope you look through it carefully. Well done today girls!" Hongjoong said to your whole group, but his eyes were stuck on you. You swallow hard before bowing deep and saying your thanks, mostly to break the intense eye contact.

In the car on your way back to your dorm, you open the Boncy ATEEZ album. You flip through it, and between two photos of Hongjoong you find a little note with a Kakaotalk ID written down on it.

@y/n_star: hello?

@joongie22: who's this?

@y/n_star: it's Y/N... i found your ID in your album

@y/n_star: you know, the album you gave me today

@joonie22: oh hey there haha. yeah your track is lit. and you look like you enjoy some fun.

@y/n_star: what kinda fun?

@joonie22: are your group promotion next week aswell? inkigayo, music bank, m!countdown?

@y/n_star: yeah we are doing all of those... why?

@joonie22: meet me at inkigayo near the toilets on the second floor next week between rehearsals and the show, and we'll discuss then ;)

A week later, you had excused yourself after your rehearsal, and headed to the planned meeting place. Nervous, but surprisinly excited, you thought about what was about to happen. You were at an music show, you couldn't... surely, you were just dirty minded. And why would Hongjoong go there with you? You were just a rookie, a nobody compared to him. Still, you reached the meeting place, and waited nervously.

It took 10 minutes before the familiar silhouette came walking down the hallway. You eyes locked instantely and you could tell from that moment you were screwed. Without a word, he took your upper arm, and pulled you into a utility closet. After closing the door behind you, he pinned you to the wall and stared you into the eyes. You couldn't help it, so you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. One thing let to the other, and you two got freaky in the utility closet between the soaps and mops.

After you were done, he asked you to rate him from a 1-10, and leave him a review on his phone note app. You knew this couldn't be more than a fuck now and then, and so to entertain him, you did. You gave him a 6/10 with a comment that you didn't cum but you had fun. He did not like that, so for every other music show that week, he kept meeting you in utility closets to improve his score.

Dating (cw: Kakaotalk, sex talk, feelings)

1 month later

@joonie22: y/n... i miss you..

@y/n_star: we ended promotions 1 week ago, can you not go 1 week without a fuck?

@joonie22: no, it's not like that...

@y/n_star: huh? i don't get it

@joonie22: yeah, i obviously miss fucking you. you are smoking hot. but it's a different feeling I'm having..

@y/n_star: elaborate.

@joonie22: like, even if we just sat together and didn't fuck, i like, wouldn't be mad. do you get what i mean?

@y/n_star: maybe

@joonie22: like, i wanna hang out and shit

@joonie22: fuck, this is difficult to explain

@joonie22: feelings and shit

@y/n_star: wait... you're not saying you have feelings for me

@joonie22: and what if i am?

@joonie22: are you free this saturday? if so, let's hang out and talk please

@joonie22: ive had so many casual fucks, but none like this. you are trapped in my head.

@y/n_star: ediya at ewha at 2pm? does that work? no promises, just to talk it out

@joonie22: thank you y/n, thank you sm

You met up with Hongjoong. What had just started out as a casual fucking friendship had developed feelings within Hongjoong he never knew he could feel for someone. All he wanted to do was have you on all levels. After taking it all out for 5 hours, you decided to give it a shot and start dating. You made some rules, like keeping it a secret from the public for as long as possible, as you were a rookie and could not risk your reputation.

The Relationship (cw: needy, protective, babygirl, snapchat, lotion, Papa, dolphins)

- Hongjoong wants you all for himself. When he sees you with other men, even other ATEEZ members and variety show hosts, his blood boils.

- He is very protective of you. He wants no one to ever be able to use you like he used you originally, and feels very ashamed of it.

- His nickname for you are babygirl, and he will only address you as such.

- He will give you his hoodies and insist those are the only things you wear when you aren't promoting.

- When you guys can't be together because of promotions, he demands atleast 10 facetimes a day, 16 snapchat updates, and for you to share your location at all times. It may seem excessive, but it's only because he cares.

- You sometime wake up in the middle of the night to him staring at you in the darkness. You close your eyes and pretend it didn't happen.

- He learns all the dances to your choreo

- You two are always taking cute selfies together, and if you don't use the newest one as your phone background he cries

- He insist on putting lotion on you after a steamy shower with him as after care

- Send you shirtless pics when he is working out

- His favorite date spots with you are the swimming pool, the gym and the beach, all because he can see your smoking hot body that way

- "Papa likes what he sees"

- Will sit on your ass and give you back massaged whenever you are stressed out

- Made a point of showing you that he deleted all the other girl idols KakaoID infos he used to fuck before he met you

- Buys you cute couple keychains that are vague enogh to not blow your cover

- Always sends you good night and good morning texts

- Insists on playing dolphins at the pool

NSFW (cw: pussy slapping, pussy eating, whimpering, reverse cowgirl, ass, hickeys, omegaverse, monster cock)

- Whenever you two get into a fight, he goes down on you to apologise

- He will always work overtime in bed, he never forgot that 6/10 fuck rating you gave him

- He whimpers loudly in your ear when he cums

- He loves pussy slapping and pussy eating, and he has a nickname for your cooch; "PETA's worst nightmare"

- He wants to do it as often as possible, and loction and time does not hinder him. You guys have probably done it at every room at both your dorms, your companies and at Inkigayo

- He is an ass man, so he loves reverse cowgirl, so he can get a good grab of that ass (because the pussy is in use)

- Will NEVER use any kind of toy on you, as that was most likely produced by another man and he is the only man allowed down there

- Leaves massive hickies on "accident", when in reality it's his way of marking you as taken

- He always cums inside of you, saying it's his way as an alpha to claim his omega

- Very little foreplay, as he is too eager to fill you up with his monster cock

- Since your relationship started with sex, it's obviously a great and fruitful aspect of your relationship

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atinyjules · 1 year

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Pup - Badboy!Yunho

Alrighty! This is my first ever fic!✨ this was just a random idea in my head which turned into a fluffy mess🤧 I hope you enjoy it!

A lot of Fluff with a pinch of angst in some parts

Pairings: Reader x badboy!Yunho

Warnings: Swearings and violence...nothing else other than Yunho being a total hottie

Omfg Yunho in this gif is so hot I can't-

🌻🌻

She looked at me again like always, I keep telling myself that she's probably one of my fangirls. But somehow my mind begs to differ. I never noticed her until this year at the beginning of class when I started catching her glance at me.

There's something in the way she glances at me...it's not the thirsty, lust filled eyes that most girls usually throw at me. It was rather different, she glanced at in curiosity with those large glass like eyes of hers. If I was being honest, she wasn't too bad herself...no...she was quite a sight. Makes me wonder how I never noticed her before.

She would always glance at me whenever I walked past her or was in the same room as her. Was there something on my face? Did I look funny? I don't know, but her little stares were making my curiosity bubble up. Even making me a tad bit nervous so I decided to confront her.

It was a day before summer break and I was more than ready to ask her what was so interesting in me for her to always look my way, I've been trying to ask her for ages but never got the chance to do so. I was waiting out the class when the bell rang, signalling the lunch break.

"Yunho, let's go get lunch." I turned to see Mingi who stood with his bag over his shoulder.

"You go ahead I gotta do something first." I said making him furrow his brows.

"What?" he questioned as I shrugged.

"Nothing too important." I said making him smile.

"If you say so." he said and left as I peeked in to see if she was still there. But to my dismay, she was no where too be found making me frown.

Where did she run off too...?

"Yo, Yunho." I looked up to see San.

"Oh, hey." I said as he followed my eyes and looked inside the classroom I was burning holes into.

"Looking for someone?" he asked making me shrug.

"There's this girl...she keeps staring at me so I hoped to ask her but everytime I get the chance she disappears." I complained as he tapped his finger on his chin.

"She's from this class?" I nodded as San smiled.

"Aah~ I can help! I've went out with every girl in this class." badboy!San and his playboy agenda

"Every girl?" I asked feeling a tinge of pain at the fact that he took her out too.

"Every girl~" he said in a sing-song voice.

🌻🌻

"I've never seen her..." San said in disbelief.

"You said you went out with every girl in that class." I said as he groaned.

"I thought so too! Till you showed me this girl...hm-oh!" San quickly ran over to a girl after catching sight of her.

"What in the world is he doing now-" I squinted my eyes when I saw the girl talking to

"Seonghwa?" I mumbled.

She was...very very happy while talking to him and even hugged him. All this time never have I seen her smile...she looks so beautiful. But I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of jealousy at the sight of Seonghwa and her talking.

🌻🌻

"Look who I finally bumped into at school." I turned to see my big brother Seonghwa making me smile.

"Oppa!" I exclaimed after finally seeing him in school since transferring.

"The fact that we see each other at home but not at school still cracks me up...well what have you been up to?" he said and chuckled, poking my cheek softly.

"Not much really." I said as he noticed a glint of sadness in my tone.

"You alright sweetpea?" he asked as I smiled and nodded.

"Totally! Well, I need to turn in these books to the library so I'll see you later!" I said and was about to leave when he pulled me in for a hug.

"If anyone hurts you...don't hesitate to tell me." he said making me smile and hug him back.

"Of course I will, stupid...I gotta go now so byee." I said and made my way to the library.

After returning the books to the library I was about to head to the class when I got pulled to a corner by some people.

"Hey! What was that for-" I cut my own words after realising the people infront of me.

"Hey 'sweetpea'...cat got your tongue?" I froze at the sight of Dohee, the girl who's been bullying me for the past three months.

"W-What do you want?" I mumbled as she pulled my hair making me wince in pain.

"You think you're so special just because Seonghwa and Jongho talk to you? You try to act so mysterious and innocent just to turn heads...such an attention seeking bitch you are." she says making her gang laugh as she forcibly pulled my chin up to face her.

"And you aren't even that pretty to begin with, what makes you think that you have a chance with not only them but any guy in this campus?" she said as I winced at her grip which kept tightening.

"What's your deal anyway? You're just bullying me out of jealousy...just because they won't even spare you a second of their time, so you think that after finishing me off they'll run after you. So tell me who the real attention seekers are." I said earning a slap on my right cheek.

"You little brat! Once we're done with you, you'll wish to have never uttered those words out of your mouth!" she said as they began beating me up making me cry in pain.

"You still won't give up will you?" Dohee asked after a while of hitting me.

"I may be w-weak but I-I'll never bow down to r-rotten people like y-you-" I got cut of by a kick to my stomach making me cry in pain.

"You have a big mouth for someone who can't even fight back." she asked as I managed to let out a light chuckle.

"I-I don't waste m-my time fighting people w-who aren't even worth a p-penny-" I screamed in pain at the contact of a shoe on my cheek as I felt the world around me turning black.

"Oh no...Dohee...she isn't moving." one of her friend said as Dohee felt her heart rate accelerate.

"I-I...let's go before anyone gets us!" she said as they ran, leaving my unconscious body alone in the corner.

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When I gained a little consciousness to open my eyes I was met with the view of someone who seemed to be carrying me. He must've realised my eyes open so he looked down on me.

"Hey, hey! You'll be okay, alright? Just stay with me...keep your eyes open! Hey hey!" he said as I managed to keep my eyes open.

"W-Where are you taking m-me?" I asked as he held me securely.

"Don't worry I'll get you help." he said as I got a clearer view of his face.

"Y-Yunho?" I muttered as he smiled.

"That's me alright...now don't you worry we're almost there." he said as I felt my eyelids drop.

"I-I'm sleepy..." I mumbled.

"Heyy, you can't sleep...uh...let's talk!" he exclaimed.

"A-About what?" she asked as I tried to think of something.

"Um...how about names? I'm Yunho, what's your name?" I asked as she coughed.

"My name is Park Y/n...I transferred here this year." she said softly making me nod.

"No wonder I never saw you here before...um okay so....uhh...yeah! I've been meaning to ask you something." I asked making her perk up.

"What is it?" she asked as I gulped.

"Um...You always look at me...alot...so like...do I look funny or something?" I asked as she chuckled lightly.

"You look a lot like a puppy I had when I was younger...so I always look at you cause you remind me of her." she said making a dust of pink appear on my face as my ears started heating up.

"O-Oh...I-I would love to meet her." I said as she sighed and let out a chuckle.

"I'm afraid not...she passed away when I was in middle school." She said making me mentally facepalm.

"I-I'm so sorry." I stuttered making her smile weakly.

"Don't worry." she said as my face went red.

"I-If you like...I could be your pup-ArGhH! What am I saying?!" I went a shade redder when she started giggling.

"Puppy Yunho....it's cute." She said making me smile and blush.

"Call me anything you like..." I managed to blurt out as felt her nuzzle her face at the crook of my neck making me blush harder at her next words.

"I heard you're a bad boy but I guess I heard wrong."

#ateez fluff #kpop fluff #ateez yunho #atiny #ateez ff #ateez #ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez boyfriend #ateez oneshot #ateez ot8 #ateez masterlist #SoundCloud #ateez bad boy au

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bvidzsoo · 8 months

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Summer Lovin'

ᘓBoyfriend!Wooyoungᘓ

TW: nothing

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A/N: Another drabble while I'm on vacay because I'm literally dying if I don't write something and this is the best I can do while here (bruh imma eat up my long oneshots once I get home). This drabble...hurt me because I'm too single for this shit. Okay, bye, enjoy!

You really needed this. This vacation. It finally felt like all of your hard work had been paid off as you swum around in the sea’s crystal-clear salty water, submerging underneath the warm waves as your hot body finally cooled off. The sun was rather harsh today, beaming down on the beach, scaring off people underneath their sun-umbrellas, unless they wished to look like a hot dog by the end of the day. This vacation has been long awaited by you and your friends, having thoroughly planned for it for months and months. Firstly, you had to decide on which country to visit, and to your luck your boyfriend was adamant on visiting Greece, secretly having your back as you really wanted to go there. Secondly, you had to find a house for five people in a village by the sea and thirdly, the most difficult one, was to preserve your money for the trip. You knew yourself; you’d spend almost all of your money on souvenirs like there was no tomorrow, having zero self-control when it came to gifts for your family, and of course, yourself. You just couldn’t help it, there was a certain charm to them, one which you wouldn’t find at home. As you emerged from underneath the water, having almost ran out of air, you heard your boyfriend’s loud laughter in the distance, probably fooling around with his best friends. It were the two of you, your own best friend, and his two other close friends. At first, you planned on taking your time and resting as much as you could, to sleep off the long road trip, however, your boyfriend found himself quite energetic the second day after your arrival and decided he wanted to go sightseeing. You weren’t too happy about it at the beginning, having been one of the drivers, but you couldn’t help it when he started whining and acting cute, trying to convince you to join him and Yunho. San and your best friend decided on staying back at the beach house, promising to cook something delicious for the five of you by the time you returned. You really wanted to sleep all day, but at last, you gave in to Wooyoung, giggling loudly as he suddenly jumped on top of you, peppering your face with kisses, making you whine as he got his saliva all over your face, on purpose. You chuckled at the memory as you turned around and floated on your back, unmoving, the salty water keeping you on the surface, floating around peacefully. Your peace didn’t last for long, however, as suddenly you heard loud and violent splashing around you, before suddenly you felt strong hands gripping your middle, pulling you underneath. You were lucky enough to take in a deep breath of air, knowing very well it was your mischievous boyfriend trying to piss you off, as the two of you quickly came to the surface, brushing your long, black hair out of your face. Wooyoung was already cackling like an evil witch, squinting his eyes as the salt pinched them, making you grin at him in amusement. Serves him right for not leaving you alone.

“You just couldn’t leave me alone, could you?” You teased, making Wooyoung raise his eyebrows as he swum towards you, only his eyes out of the water as he acted as if he were a shark. It made you laugh, even more, when he tried pinching your skin under water, acting as if he were about to eat you. You slapped his hands away and started splashing water at him, making him turn around quickly, shielding his eyes as he barely got the salty water out of them a few seconds ago.

“Stop!” He shrieked, making you splash water at him even more, laughing as he started running away aimlessly, almost crashing into a kid. You apologized to the little guy while laughing, running after Wooyoung, terrorizing him. It’s not like he didn’t terrorize you, it was usually him disturbing your peace of mind, but that wasn’t so surprising. He could be quite hyper and a dumbass at times, never failing to either make you laugh until your tummy hurt so much you could barely speak or either he pissed you off so hard that you didn’t speak to him for half an hour. You could keep your anger for longer, but Wooyoung would start peppering your face with kisses until you gave in with a roll of your eyes, pushing his head away and telling him that, ‘fine, you weren’t mad anymore’, making Wooyoung giggle to himself as he carried on with his previous activity.

“Seriously, stop that Y/N!” Wooyoung was screaming now, trying to fight back and splash you too, but failing as you were right behind him, basically water bombing him. You heard the laughter of your friends from the shore too, and when you looked back, Yunho was filming the two of you, your best friend, Arin, getting up from her spot as she took off her shorts.

“You disturbed my peace, now you pay!” You shouted at your boyfriend as you didn’t relent on your attack, his whining turning into fake crying, not affecting you at all as you were used to his shenanigans.

“Christ,” You heard your best friend’s voice behind you as she swum towards the two of you, “People would think a whale was dying by the sounds Wooyoung is making.”

You started cackling at the words of your best friend, your attention diverted from your boyfriend, finally letting him catch a breath as you playfully splashed some water at Arin. She gave you quite the convincing glare asking you to stop and you smiled sheepishly as Wooyoung finally shut up, coughing here and there, making you roll your eyes at his dramatic theatrics.

“Who convinced me of coming on vacation with two literal children definitely does not love me—”

“Hey!” You scoffed, successfully splashing Arin fully in the face, “You should thank me you’re here, you brat, stop complaining.”

“Thank God Yunho and San are here, or else I would literally go nuts after spending two weeks with just the two of you.” Wooyoung tsked as he joined you, giving your best friend a side eye, making Arin stick her tongue out at him before she submerged and swum away not too far, enjoying herself in the water.

“We’re not even that bad…” Wooyoung muttered to himself as you looked at him with a smile, finding his wet hair framing his face quite attractive. He let it grow out recently, at your request, and you couldn’t stop looking at him right now, taken by his beauty. You wondered, sometimes, how he got blessed with such good genes, his jawline sharper than your knives and his eyes brighter than your future. Cheesy, you knew.

“I know I’m pretty, beautiful, I’ll make sure to take a selfie for you once we get out—”

“Don’t you dare.” You gave him a pointed look, your gallery being already full of his selfies. He’d randomly steal your phone and spam your gallery with silly selfies, sometimes even setting them as your background, making you lose your mind when you’d notice. He was a menace to society, and your own personal clown. As you sighed at your boyfriend, he narrowed his eyes at you and before you could react, jumped towards you, squeezing your bodies together. You huffed at the sudden impact and allowed his arms to circle around your shoulders, your own holding his torso. Of course, you knew what was coming, the first kiss he pressed against your skin was on your left cheek, then on your jaw, the corner of your mouth, your nose, your brows, finally your forehead and just as you were about to sigh, his lips captured yours, warm and familiar. He tasted like salt from the water and as your lips meshed together, you couldn’t help but smile, oh so happy to be here with him, and your friends, of course. Wooyoung couldn’t help it but smile as well as you pulled away, cupping his cheek for a second before you pressed a soft kiss against the mole underneath his eye, making his cheeks flush red. No matter how many times you’d kiss his mole, he’d still blush, finding it endearing and so soft, loving. You loved that mole a lot, it complimented his handsome face well.

“Look at you blush.” You teased against his lips, grinning from ear to ear, making Wooyoung scoff as he lightly pinched your skin.

“I’m not blushing!” He quickly defended himself, “It’s the sun, beautiful, it’s reddening my cheeks.”

You hummed playfully, pressing a kiss against his lips, “Mhm, sure, love, whatever keeps your masculinity safe—”

“Hey!” Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at you, lightly pushing you back. You chuckled and the two of you kissed again as you heard people approaching, definitely being your friends. You ruffled Wooyoung’s black hair as you pulled away and lowered yourself back into the water, watching Yunho and San as they raced towards the two of you, making Wooyoung laugh as he waved his hand at them. The two got to you at the same time, making San pout as he wanted to win, making you chuckle as you waved Arin over too, noticing the small ball Yunho was holding.

“We had to interrupt before you two lovebirds got too carried away.” Yunho said playfully, making you roll your eyes at him as Arin came to a stop between Yunho and San, grinning at Wooyoung as he tried splashing her. It didn’t last for long as Arin instantly reacted and kicked him underneath the water, making Wooyoung groan and hold onto you, his legs around your waist, pulling you slightly underneath, making you groan too. San chuckled and took the ball from Yunho, throwing it at Arin, interrupting the glaring match her and Wooyoung seemed to have started.

“Guys, let’s play!” San said with excitement, waving his arms in the air, motioning for Arin to throw it back at him. Wooyoung swiftly kissed your cheek before he finally released you and took his spot between you and Arin, being an asshole as he tried taking the ball from your best friend before she could throw it. Arin exclaimed in irritation and told him to stop, throwing the ball at Yunho, who caught it with ease and then aimed the ball at you, making you nod as you waited for him to throw it over.

After playing for at least half an hour, you and Arin decided to get out of the water and dry up a bit before re-applying your SPF lotion, trying not to look like a crab by tonight, if possible. The boys decided to go dive for a bit before they would join you on the beach, so Arin and you set up your towels and laid them out on the sand, resting on them. You would lay on your back for fifteen minutes before you’d lay on your bellies for another fifteen minutes, drying but also tanning, careful not to get a heatstroke in the process as you placed your white hats over your heads. Arin and you giggled as you playfully teased each other, telling stories you had to catch up on yet, her giggling about San’s cute attempts at trying to spend more time with her lately. He was a sweet guy and since he was Wooyoung’s best friend you spent a lot of time together, genuinely liking his character and his attentive care for others. There were few people like San nowadays, and if your best friend was into him, you would only encourage it.

Your head rested against your forearms as you could feel the blazing hot sun against your skin, turning it red slowly, signaling that it was time you retreated into the shadows, where it was safe and a cool can of beer was waiting for you. Arin was giggling about something as she was reading on her phone and as you were about to ask her to tell you too about it, loud manly voices started approaching the two of you, San and Wooyoung arguing about something childish as Yunho kept laughing harder and harder, interrupting your tranquility.

“Why are you two arguing again?” Arin asked exasperated, sighing as she put her phone away.

“San says what we saw was a crab, and Wooyoung says that what we saw was a seahorse—”

“Wooyoung knows what a seahorse looks like?” Arin’s comment made you laugh hard as you pressed your forehead against your arm, your whole-body rocking with how hard you were laughing. Wooyoung didn’t appreciate the comment nor your reaction as he glared at the back of your head, however, you remained completely oblivious to it as you continued laying on your stomach, fifteen minutes having not been up yet.

“I do!” Your boyfriend fired back at Arin, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a little boy, “And those were seahorses, not crabs—”

“Woo, they were red!” San sounded tired as he interrupted his friend, making Yunho shake his head as he sat down on his towel, letting the sun dry his skin up as well.

“I think what we saw were just big rocks, guys, they weren’t even red so I don’t understand why you’re arguing still.” Yunho’s determined voice made the other two finally shut up and you giggled amused, lightly kicking the sand off your feet. However, since Wooyoung was around again, your peace wouldn’t last for any longer. You felt a few cold droplets of water on your back before a heavy body was pressing against yours, cold and wet, making you cry out. Wooyoung lay on top of you, nuzzling his head in the crock of your neck, making you whine as your body was overheated by the sun and his cold skin pressing against yours made you shiver. It felt actually nice, but you didn’t appreciate your own boyfriend crushing you.

“You’re heavy!” You whined, shaking your bottom, trying to get him off, but it made Wooyoung soften his body more, keeping you pinned down.

“Am not.” He muttered and lightly bit your shoulder, making you hiss at him as you tried nudging him with your elbow.

“Get off.” You muttered but Wooyoung just chuckled and whispered ‘no’, sighing into your nape.

“You’re warm and comfy, I’m not getting off, besides, I’m also drying.” Came his lame excuse.

“Yeah, you’re drying while crushing me, Wooyoung, despite your beliefs you’re not made of feather, love.” Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and you felt him shifting, his body finally lifting off of you. Your lungs weren’t getting crushed anymore, you could finally breathe normally. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ as you sat up, dusting off the sand from your legs as you could see Wooyoung fiddling with your bag, reaching for your phone. He gave you a quick glance as he unlocked it, catching your glare, but acted as if he saw nothing as he took up his signature pose, puckering his lips at the camera, almost giggling when he heard your loud groan. Yunho chuckled amusedly as he intruded in on the pictures, posing with Wooyoung, making you shake your head as you had expected more from him.

“Are you hungry?” San asked the group, rubbing his tummy lightly. Arin and you nodded as Yunho held up a thumb, Wooyoung too busy taking selfies with your phone.

“Let’s go eat!” Your boyfriend exclaimed, finally putting your phone away, grinning as he quickly stood, pulling Yunho’s arm to get him to stand as well. As you and Wooyoung made eye contact, he sent you a flying kiss, winking at you cheekily, making you chuckle. Seriously, he could be such a man-child sometimes.

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minisugakoobies · 6 months

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I’m melting. He’s so boyfriend 🫠🥰

#it’s bff’s lil bro san #a whole boyfriend #san #ateez #bff’s lil bro!au

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A kiss from you would be nice

They successfully achieved their goal of receiving a kiss from you.

(Atz reaction, non-idol)

Hyung line Maknae line

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Hongjoong

The shrill ring of the doorbell sliced through the air like a playful melody, snapping you out of the warm bubble you'd created with Seonghwa. With a smile still lingering on your lips, you hurried to the door, eager to see who stood on the other side. Twisting the doorknob, the outside world flooded in, revealing a grinning Hongjoong with a bouquet of sunflowers that rivaled the summer sun in brilliance. His smile widened upon seeing you, a genuine beam that crinkled the corners of his eyes. You mirrored his expression, your heart swelling with happiness at the unexpected visit. "Hey!" you exclaimed, stepping aside to usher him in. He sauntered past, his arms laden with more than just flowers. A large paper bag peeked out from his grip, overflowing with promise. You followed him inside, curiosity bubbling over. He made a beeline for the table, dropping the bag with a dramatic flourish that mirrored his playful personality. You plopped down beside him, anticipation tingling in your fingertips. "What's all this?" you asked, leaning in for a closer look. Hongjoong grinned, then slowly unraveled the package, revealing a treasure trove of delights. There was the jacket you'd admired in a tiny boutique, the one covered in whimsical sketches he'd claimed to have doodled on rainy days. Nestled beside it were the adorable plushies you'd squealed over on display, their fluffy faces mirroring your own surprise.

"It's your birthday present!" he declared, his voice ringing with excitement. "I didn't know what to get you, so I got you everything!" A laugh bubbled up from your chest, warming your cheeks. His gaze clung to you like stardust to a midnight sky, each flicker of your smile catching the light in his eyes and setting his heart ablaze. It was a smile he craved, a rare bloom in the desert of his days, and to see it blossom across your face was a treasure beyond compare. The curve of your lips, the soft dimple that danced in your cheek – these were his constellations, guiding him through the vast unknown. "Hongjoong, you really didn't have to go to all this trouble!" you protested, even as your fingers trailed over the soft fabric of the jacket. "But I wanted to!" he insisted, sitting closer to you, his knee brushing yours in a subtle gesture. His cologne became a tangible melody around you, weaving through the air and wrapping you in its warm embrace. It was a scent of wood and spice, of sunshine and laughter, an olfactory portrait of the man himself. Its intensity mirrored the way his gaze held yours, an unwavering presence that felt like a blessing on your face. His figure, usually shrouded in an aura of nonchalance, seemed magnified. The angles of his jawline chiseled by unseen light, the slope of his shoulders a canvas for cascading moonlight. He carried himself with the grace of a dancer, each movement deliberate and captivating. Yet, amidst this breathtaking portrait, an unexpected warmth flickered in his eyes.

Your lips stretched into a little smile, mirroring the sunshine spilling from Hongjoong's eyes. His happiness was infectious, a golden bloom radiating outwards, warming the room despite the autumn chill. You tilted your head, curiosity dancing in your eyes. "What's now, Hongjoong?" you teased, your voice laced with playful anticipation. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "Ah, but this, darling, is the finale," he declared, his voice rich with unspoken promises. "The grand curtain call, the pièce de résistance!"he said. "Another gift?" you exclaimed, your brows raised in mock disbelief. He chuckled, a low rumble that tickled your stomach. "But not just any gift," he clarified, his eyes holding yours with a newfound intensity. "This, my love, is the most precious one of all." Before you could blink, his lips descended upon yours, soft and warm like a summer breeze. The kiss was a whispered promise, a silent explosion of fireworks painting the night sky behind your closed eyelids. Time slipped away, becoming a tangled ribbon lost in the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. This, this was a first kiss like no other, a meeting of souls under the soft glow of candlelight, a whisper of forever stolen in the space between breaths. He finally pulled away, his eyes smoldering with an affection that made your heart skip a beat. "It's me," he breathed, his voice raw with emotion. "The last gift, the most important one."

Seonghwa

Seonghwa hummed a gentle melody, the notes swirling around the room like autumn leaves dancing in the breeze. It reached your ears, pulling you into the warmth of the kitchen where he stood, a picture of domesticity. He'd declared earlier that he wanted to cook for you both, to spend the rest of the day wrapped in each other's company, and the aroma of sizzling garlic and spices already hinted at the deliciousness to come. Drawn by the music and the promise of food, you tiptoed closer, a smile playing on your lips. Standing behind him, you stretched up on your tiptoes, peering over his shoulder to see the culinary magic he was weaving. "Need a hand, chef?" you teased, your voice tinged with amusement. Seonghwa glanced over his shoulder, his eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth. "No, it's all under control, darling," he assured you, his voice a silken caress. The "really?" that escaped your lips was almost inaudible, a sigh of contentment more than a question. You rested your head on his arm, your cheek finding a haven in the crook of his elbow. The world shrunk to the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his movements, and the whisper of his laughter as he turned on you fully. "Why the long face, love?" he chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace. His hands settled on your back, grounding you against him. "Feeling bored already?" You nodded, your face buried in the comforting expanse of his chest. "Maybe just a little," you mumbled, your voice muffled by his shirt.

"Hmm," he hummed, the sound vibrating through you like a lullaby. "Then stay right here," he whispered, his lips close to your ear. "The food will be ready soon, and then we can snuggle up on the couch and watch every terrible movie we can find. How does that sound?" The pout on your face was as adorable as a kitten's, pulling at Seonghwa's heartstrings and making him chuckle. He reached up, his large hand dwarfing your cheek as he cupped it softly. The warmth of his touch seemed to radiate inwards, melting away your little frown. His eyes, those beautiful pools of melted chocolate, held yours for a moment, a silent conversation playing out between their depths. Then, with a slow, deliberate lean, he closed the distance between your lips. The world narrowed to the space where your breaths mingled, the taste of him sweet and intoxicating. The kiss was like a slow burn, starting as a gentle brush of lips, then igniting into a smoldering ember that spread through you. His hand on your cheek deepened, tracing the curve of your jaw with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the feel of his solid form an anchor in the swirling current of sensation. He tasted of sunshine and spices, of laughter and promises whispered in the twilight. His tongue danced with yours, a playful duet echoing the melody that still hummed in the air. Each touch, each breath, was a whispered affirmation of everything unspoken, a story written in the language of desire.

His breath fanned against your lips as he pulled away, leaving behind a trail of fire and unspoken promises. A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he cupped your cheek with his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "Cute," he whispered, the word echoing with a possessive tenderness in the quiet kitchen. "You're so damn cute, I can't even focus on cooking anymore." He glanced back at the stove, the pot of simmering sauce bubbling gently as if in agreement. With a decisive click, he turned off the heat, his attention fully back on you. "If you didn't stop being so adorable," he continued, his gaze holding yours captive, "I think I'd just keep kissing you until the kitchen caught fire." His hand reached out, finding yours like a magnet drawn to its opposite pole. With a gentle tug, he pulled you into another hug, his strong arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. He swayed you slowly from side to side, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "Just… stay like this," he murmured, his voice muffled against your hair. "Let me hold you, let me be close to you for just a little while. Then, we'll eat, we'll watch movies, we'll do whatever you want… as long as you promise to keep being this ridiculously cute." His words, each one laced with affection, sent shivers down your spine. You nestled closer, his warmth seeping into your bones like sunshine on a cold day. In that moment, surrounded by the scent of spices and the melody of his laughter, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just you and him, two souls intertwined in a dance of unspoken promises and stolen moments.

Yunho

Your knuckles turned white as you clutched Yunho's hand, a plastered smile stretching across your face. His fingers rested comfortably on your waist, a stark contrast to the jitters in your stomach. You'd successfully cajoled your friend into playing pretend boyfriend for the evening, proving to the gossips that 'Loner (Y/N)' was a thing of the past. But Yunho's performance seemed too genuine, too familiar. Had he always played out imaginary scenarios where you were his, where these stolen touches were more than just a charade? Every brush of his palm against yours sent a shockwave through you, making your heart threaten to leap out of your chest. Even his casual hold tightened a knot in your throat. You snuck a look at your phone screen, a silent signal that it was time to escape the prying eyes at the friendly gathering. Yunho understood instantly, his goodbye smiles as easy as yours were forced. As you walked, his hand lingered on your back like a brand, refusing to relinquish its hold. "Thanks," you breathed, attempting to turn your body and face him, but he mirrored your movement, creating an unexpected intimacy. "At least they'll stop pushing blind dates and 'fix-its' on me now." Your eyes locked, the air around you charged. The space between you, once comfortable, now felt electric. "Your hand," you stammered, "You can let go now." Yunho hummed, his gaze tracing the path of his fingers on your wrist, then meeting yours with a slow, enigmatic smile.

"I find it comfortable," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent goosebumps dancing across your skin. "So, maybe we can just... keep it like this for a while longer, hmm?" His eyes, usually brimming with mischievous laughter, were suddenly serious, holding yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. They glittered, not with amusement, but with something much deeper, something that sent a tremor through your entire being. You cleared your throat, the playful question dying on your lips. "What's wrong with you, huh?" you asked, hoping the light tone would mask the fluttering in your stomach. He didn't respond at first, just stared at you with an unnervingly earnest gaze. Then, he hesitantly reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a whisper of a touch. Instead of pulling away as you expected, he surprised you by intertwining his fingers with yours, linking them together in a way that felt strangely intimate. "Being your fake boyfriend," he began, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, "made me realize a few things." He paused, the silence stretching between you, thick with unspoken emotions. You could feel his thumb gently tracing circles on your cheek, its warmth branding your skin, rendering you speechless. Then, he spoke again, his voice softer now, almost a confession. "All this time," he breathed, "I've dreamt of being your real boyfriend. Imagining holding you close, claiming you as mine, just like I did today." His words resonated through you, each syllable echoing in the chambers of your heart. His other hand found your chin, tilting your face up towards his, drawing you closer, closer still.

The distance between your lips shrank, the air crackling with electricity. This wasn't the practiced kiss you'd imagined for your fake relationship, there was no performance, no pretense. This was raw, honest, and terrifyingly real. He was here, professing his true feelings, blurring the lines between reality and your secret desires. Every fiber of your being yearned to meet him halfway, to surrender to the promise of his lips on yours. The spark from his kiss lingered on your lips, a phantom fire dancing across your skin. You pulled away slowly, your heart thrumming like a hummingbird trapped in your chest. His eyes, still smoldering with unspoken desire, held yours captive in that impossibly close space. "That's..." he began, his voice a husky murmur, barely louder than the frantic echo of your own pulse. A subtle smile softened his features, catching on the edge of his lips as his gaze flickered to the blush blooming across your cheek. It was a sight he swore could paint constellations across the night sky, a whisper of a vulnerability that made his own heart skip a beat. "That's what I've always wanted to do," he whispered, his breath warm against your cheek, a feather of promise tracing the contours of your ear. Each word was a brushstroke across your soul, painting a future you'd once only dared to dream of. Your senses swam; the scent of his cologne, the heat of his hand still lingering on your chin, the taste of his kiss lingering on your lips - everything conspired to pull you deeper into his orbit. "So," he murmured, his voice laced with anticipation, "why don't we make it real? Why don't we be together, not just pretend?"

Yeosang

The downpour outside was a symphony of percussion against the café windows, each raindrop a drumbeat on the glass pane. You sat nestled in the worn leather booth, gaze drawn away from the swirling steam of your hot chocolate and towards the blurred grey world beyond. Kang Yeosang occupied the seat beside you, the familiar warmth of his presence radiating like a tiny sun against the chill of the storm. Despite the shiver that danced down your spine, Yeosang's company was a soothing balm. Each conversation felt like a brushstroke, building a vibrant tapestry of your shared past. His voice, usually a playful lilt, softened to a contemplative murmur as he spoke, "The rain, trapped here with just each other...it's like being back in university." You hummed in agreement, memories flooding back with the evocative scent of wet pavement and damp coffee grounds. You could almost feel the clammy press of textbooks against your thigh, the nervous tremor in your fingers as you fidgeted with a pen, stolen glances at Yeosang across the crowded library table. It was then, amidst the whispered discussions and rustling papers, that your heart first learned to tap out a frantic rhythm against your ribs, an inexplicable melody dedicated solely to him. Yeosang chuckled, a soft sound that melted into the hiss of the rain. "Remember that time we got caught in the downpour after class? Stuck in this very café, talking until the sun peeked through the clouds." His words were a whispered key, unlocking a treasure chest of shared smiles, hushed jokes, and unspoken feelings.

You saw it again, your younger self with cheeks flushed pink and eyes filled with a dawning awareness. Every stolen glance, every whispered exchange, felt like a whispered confession, leaving your heart hammering a wild tattoo against your ribs. He paused, tilting his head towards the drumming rain. "You were so cute that day, you know? Just like you always are." The vast cafe became a forgotten canvas as the storm outside waged its war against the windows. Rain, the sole audience, pelted the glass in a relentless rhythm, a silver curtain isolating you and Kang Yeosang in your own intimate world. No other soul dared venture into this downpour, leaving you two adrift in a sea of shared memories and quiet anticipation. His question, soft as falling rain, broke the silence. "Do you remember it?" Yeosang turned, his smile a beacon in the dimly lit cafe. It was a perfect smile, one etched in your mind alongside the memory he was about to evoke. You nodded, the echo of that day forever resonating within you. "Me too," he murmured, fingers nervously tracing circles on the table, a warmth radiating from them despite the storm's chill. "I remember it too," he whispered, his voice a delicate thread woven through the rain's insistent drumming. It was faint, almost swallowed by the downpour, yet every syllable resonated deep within you. "It's etched in my soul," he continued, his gaze locking with yours, "because I always wanted to..." He seemed to be searching for words, for a way to bridge the gulf of years and unspoken yearning.

Then, leaning closer, his voice became a conspiratorial whisper against the drumbeat of the rain. The world narrowed to the space between your breaths, the air thick with unspoken truths. His lips met yours, soft and tentative at first, then deepening as the dam of unspoken desires finally broke. The rain, which had been a persistent thrum in the background, faded into a distant echo, replaced by the frantic symphony of your heart. Pulling away, his eyes smoldered with an intensity that mirrored the storm outside. "I really wanted to kiss you just like that," he confessed, his voice rough with barely contained emotion. The words, whispered but heavy with meaning, hung in the air like raindrops clinging to leaves. His gaze held you captive, an intense emerald beacon in the rain-kissed cafe. The storm outside drummed a frantic rhythm, but it was the thunder in his eyes that made your breath hitch. Inches separated you, his breath warm against your cheek, and you felt rooted in place, a fragile flower under the scrutiny of the sun. The memory tugged at the corners of your mind, a whisper from your university days now blossoming into a vibrant truth. That shared gaze, that stolen moment in the sun-drenched library, it wasn't just a silly crush story, a whispered hope lost in the cacophony of student life. It was real, a seed that had taken root in both of your hearts, growing silently but steadily through the years. His voice, when it finally broke the spell, was a husky murmur, like a secret shared in the quiet hush of a confession booth. "I always wanted to tell you after that," he admitted, his eyes searching yours with the intensity of a thousand untold stories. "Always wanted to tell you that I like you, so much more than words can say."

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