#ateez crossover

[christinesolstice]

That's The Way Of It

Chapter 12: A Glimpse of the Devil's Past

Summary:

A short glimpse into the background of Niragi.

Niragi hadn’t always been a psychotic little shit. After all, what child is born a rage-filled killer? (Unless you watch the Netflix documentaries about children that are rage-filled killers, but that’s neither here nor there).

The point is, Niragi hadn’t always been the way that he is today. And while Niragi may not have been born a psychopath, issues for him did start early on.

Some would even say that he was born under an evil star, destined to live a hard and desperate life. Whether he truly did have a curse on him or not didn’t really seem to matter to the other people in the Family, he was feared anyway.

It could be because of this belief that Niragi grew to be the way he was. Perhaps he truly was born to be a murderous and dangerous lunatic.

Or perhaps.. perhaps it all started with his mother.

*

Jaqueline Niragi, a very beautiful but very cruel and very spoiled woman, was born the only child of the Niragi Family. Her mother having died in childbirth and her father never remarrying.

Her father was a hard man who ruled the Family with an iron fist. Jaqueline was raised with her father having one goal in mind, for Jaqueline to someday succeed the metaphorical throne to the clan.

As customs had it, however, the Niragi Family could only be passed down through the male lineage and so, Jaqueline’s father forced her to marry.

The man she married was practically the spitting image of her when it came to actions and personality, only…he was worse, much worse. Where Jaqueline was cruel, her husband evil. Where Jaqueline was spoiled, her husband took whatever he wanted, no matter who got hurt in the process, consequences be damned.

It was a loveless and hate-filled marriage that resorted in Niragi’s conception.

When Niragi was close to turning one year old, his grandfather decided to retire, allowing his parents to step us as joint Heads of the Family.

That was shortly before his mother decided to gift him with a dead father for his first birthday. A police investigation had been done concerning the missing man, yet nothing came to fruition from it and Jaqueline was free to reign solely.

Jaqueline had never been one to show love through physical contact. Up until the day she died she had hugged Niragi precisely one time throughout his entire life even as an infant.

That one singular time was the day that his Grandfather passed away. To the onlookers it probably seemed as though it was a fond embrace between a mother and son, overwrought with grief. Instead, Jaqueline had pulled her son against her, tightly held onto him and whispered “It’s finally mine.”

If Jaqueline excepted a lot out of those who worked for her, she expected even more from her only son, the only one that she would allow to take over the Family in her stead, never for s second entertaining the thought of the Minor Family taking over.

She started training Niragi from a very young age.

How to act, how to speak, how to eat, how to barter, how to bully, how to lie, how to fight, how to torture and eventually even how to kill.

When he would fail in his lessons or simply not do as well she Jaqueline expected, that’s when the beatings would happen. She would often force Niragi to sit on his knee on a board of pebbles where she would then begin to whip him. “Be stronger." "Be faster." "Be wiser." “Be better” she would often screech at him, one word for every lash of the whipping cord.

Niragi learned early to hold in his tears and his pain because he knew that if his mother noticed even a glimmer of weakness then the punishments would be so much worse.

He was almost a year old when she killed his father.

He was four years old the first time she slapped him.

He was ten years old the first time she truly beat him.

He was fourteen ears old the first time she broke one of his bones.

He was eighteen years old when she locked him a room with the

man the Family used to torture people.

He was twenty years old when he was finally able to hide any semblance of emotion while being tortured.

He was twenty-three years old when his mother declared him fit to be over the Family someday.

He was twenty-three years old when his mother died of mysterious circumstances.

He was twenty-three years old when he became Head of the Family.

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[atiny-piratequeen]

𝓝𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary:

When two rival kingdoms send their men to you to ask for your hand in marriage to bridge the gap between kingdoms, you have a quite...unique way of getting everyone to cum together.

Errr, come together.

Nah, it was right the first time.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: Lee Juyeon (The Boyz) x Fem! Reader x Jeong Yunho (Ateez)

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Royal AU, Hybrids (Snow Leopard, Netherlands Dwarf Rabbit, and African Wild Dog, Respectively), Smut, Poly Endgame

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Swearing, Insults

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Consensual Chase Kink, Pred/Prey Undertones, Size Difference (Reader is smaller than the boys. And if you aren't irl, guess what? You are now. Live your smol dreams babes), Teasing, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Breast Play, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Cum Swallowing, Marking, Riding, Anal (mxm), hints of Scent Kinks, Stomach Bulge, Slicking, mentions of ruts/heats

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit/Mature (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 3.7k

𓆩⟡𓆪A/n: Im a damn day late but here is my Secret Santa '23 entry for @cultofdionysusnet for, ironically, my darling Jasper (@starlitmark)

I was already like WOAH when I got you as my receiver but I think its pretty dope you also were my secret Santa *wheeze* I hope you like it, even if it's late.

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“You and I will not be seeing eye to eye on this. I arrived first, I asked for her hand first, and I will not bow down to some… dog .”

An audible growl filled the room, a reverb as the man across the way’s lip finally curled up. 

“I’ve listened to you hiss and spit nonsense at me for half an hour, if you’d like to do more than that, I’d be more than happy to entertain that, but if all you intend on doing is make cheap shot swipes at me, it's obvious who it is she should choose to take her hand.”

You sit with your ankles crossed, your hands in your lap, watching the two men bicker at one another. 

The first man is Juyeon, sent from the land of Lucid Dream. It was a place born of ice and snow, it seemed fitting that their Crown Prince was a snow leopard, his speckled tail twitching in agitation as he glared down his much bigger rival.

This being Yunho, an African wild dog sent from the kingdom of Eternal Sunshine, who stood taller than Juyeon, stared him down with an unimpressed stare, his ears, also spotted, flicking to and fro as he made steadfast eye contact with the two of them. 

“Milady, I don’t think this one is going well. I don’t know how the meetings got mixed up like this-probably Donghyuck again-but I can escort them out immediately if you would like to. Before things get too…rowdy?” your consultant whispers beside you, eyes flicking back and forth between the two apex hybrids. 

You hum, your nose twitching slightly. 

They both smelled quite nice. How very coy of their respective Kingdoms to send hopefuls to you that were bordering on their respective ruts. 

A smile crosses your face, you stand, and in an instant, both men pause in their arguing, eyes fixed on you. 

“Lucid Dream and Eternal Sunshine, long have you two been at odds with one another, no? If my recollection of history goes, your two kingdoms have been in a bitter, decades-long spat with one another, right?” You step down from your post, your hand soft and delicate within your consult’s hand as he assists you. 

“Milady-”

“I will be fine, Xiaojun. Tell Mark and Donghyuck to go prepare for me. It won’t take long, I made my decision.” 

Xiaojun looked at your small form, pursing his lips in concern. Leaving you, a rabbit, in a room with a wild dog and a snow leopard seemed to be the LAST thing he wanted to do, but a simple quirk of your brow settled any unsaid complaints he had and he merely sighed and nodded, making his way out of the room.

The sound of your heels against the grand marble floors echoes as you make your way to the two of them, without a doubt picking up on the competing pheromones rolling off of them both in waves. 

They straighten their backs, looking at you with a noticeably gentler look. 

“It will take them some time to prepare my room, I imagine.” 

Neither men said anything, though you can see their tails stand still, their ears perked. 

The corner of your lips tilt slightly, how cute. 

“The two of you can prove yourselves to me in a different way. If my kingdom is to be the bridge, we will do things my way.” you speak slowly, removing your heels and setting them aside. The two men stare, blinking slowly and curiously while you make your way to the door, a smile tugging at your lips as you feel their gaze on your smaller form. 

“Let’s see who’s faster.” 

You toss the door open, darting down the hall in a flash, and laughing to yourself as you count the seconds it takes before there is an eruption of noise and movement behind you. 

You’re grateful for Xiaojun knowing where you were going with your untold portion of your orders to him, as the halls are relatively empty. Any servants mulling about were on alert and the moment they see you rushing down the hall, jovial and full of energy, they press themselves to the wall, keeping themselves there as two blurs rush by moments later. 

“Stupid dog, move! She’s mine!” Juyeon rushed by, his eyes narrowed as he followed the scent down the hall. Yunho growled, his legs long and swift, making sure Juyeon did not overtake him in speed. 

He wouldn’t lose. Failure was not an option. If the Princess wanted her soon-to-be betrothed to win in a challenge of speed-and if it came down to it, strength-he wouldn’t back down. 

Especially not to a trash-talking feline from their rival kingdom. 

Yunho narrowed his eyes, the scent made a sharp turn, but it was faint. 

Instead, the scent had subtle stronger traces to the right. He turned, rushing down that way while Juyeon continued down the main hall. 

The feline’s tail twitched when he saw him break off, but he ignored it, keeping his eyes focused on the hall he was running down. 

You were…beautiful. He’d been sent with a mission in mind and he intended to follow through, to have your hand, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he’d be the one to sweep you off your feet. 

He’ll be damned if they lost to a clumsy dog from that place . 

Juyeon swore when he found the hall was a dead end. A window was open, a silken curtain blowing in the wind. Out of it, was an avian, clearly some form of messenger, carrying a torn piece of the dress you had worn before him. 

He’d been duped. 

“FUCK!”

Yunho had better luck, finding you rushing through the halls while wearing a robe you’d taken from a passing servant. He let out a bark of excitement, the thrum of the chase overriding his senses as he barreled down the hall. 

The decorative pins and chains on his outfit jingled and chimed as he got closer to you and you smile to yourself, slipping into a room and tucking yourself into a laundry chute, sticking your tongue out at the large dog as he stuck his head through the opening, eyes wide with excitement as you slide from view. 

“Gonna have to try harder than that~” You tease, skipping as you step out from the other side. 

Behavior unbecoming of a queen? Possibly. But if you were to tie your life to someone, why shouldn’t you have fun? If they couldn’t do this much, how can they expect to bring your kingdoms closer?

You dust yourself off, your ears twitching ever so slightly before you look around the laundry room. It was deathly quiet inside and you feel yourself freeze. 

Someone is inside. Watching. 

You don’t move anything but your head, locking eyes with something reflective and gold in the dark room. 

The moment you do, it lunges at you, and it took a moment longer than you expected to force your brain to catch up to speed. In those moments, you feel your clothes being grabbed, and you stumble, nearly colliding with a wall when a strong arm wraps around your waist, lifting you with ease. 

“Well, that was a pretty neat little trick you did there, my beloved. But it seems I’ve caught you. What do I win?” Juyeon inquired, and you can smell his scent thick in your nose, his heartbeat pounding against his chest and your back. 

You smile and turn to him, your own heartbeat thundering loud as you place a kiss to his nose. 

“Another round.” You smile and slip from his grip, shrinking your arms as close to your body as you can and sliding the robe you had taken from a servant off, rushing out of the room as Juyeon swore behind you. 

The hall isn’t far from your room. You figure everything is ready and if the boys couldn’t catch you by the time the door closed, your little game was over and you’d win. 

Did you want to? Probably not, but it was still fun. 

A crash sounds from behind you, and you hear two sets of footsteps approaching, the hall flooded with pheromones. 

“Move, dog!”

“Like hell, cat. Back off!”

You glance over your shoulder and find both of the men right on your heels. 

“Lady Y/N!” They call to you at the same time, and it takes a moment for you to get your bearings, your nose twitching ever so slightly. You sniff, the smell of their combined scents flooding your senses. 

Aren’t they too close?

You squeak in surprise as both of them stumble over each other, tripping and falling onto you in a heap. The air leaves your lungs and a startled yelp fell from your lips, in an instant, both of them are picking you up, panic clearly set into their features. 

You feel a familiar heat settle in your core, and you realize the repetitious sound in your ears is your own heartbeat. You smile at the two men, and no doubt by now they can smell your arousal. 

“Are you okay?” Juyeon inquired, his fiery disposition from before gone as he gently cupped your face, his hand warm to the touch. Yunho checked you over visually, eyes rolling over your body, looking for bruises or worse, blood.

Instead, he’s met with your flushed gaze, your chest rising and falling quickly. 

“Looks like you both got me.”

The two men exchange a look with one another before looking back at you. 

“Technically, I caught you first.” Juyeon interjected. Yunho narrowed his gaze at him before sighing. 

“I’ll leave, I just want to make sure you both didn’t get hurt when I fell on you.” 

You take his hand and Juyeon’s, a spark in your eyes as both of them look at you curiously. 

“Lady Y/N?”

“If you boys don’t mind, let’s try one more thing. I’m sure that will settle this once and for all.”

They exchange a look with one another and nod slowly, curiosity making both of their respective tails sway to and fro. 

-x-

“My, you two are quite pent up mm?” You let out a faux pout, a cock in each hand as you stroke slowly. There’s a wicked glint in your eye as you look up at the two, delighted by the way they both seemed adamant on holding back and not ‘crumbling’ before the other. 

Poor things, they still think this an either-or situation. 

Your ears twitch ever so slightly, picking up every sharp gasp and low groan from the two of them as you stroke faster, twisting one hand while you gently squeezed with the other. 

“M-Milady-” Juyeon grit out, biting his lip so hard you could see small indents from his fangs. Yunho wasn’t much better, letting out unintelligible pants and growls, seemingly trying to keep himself from actually speaking so he didn’t make a fool of himself. 

“It’s fine, Juyeon. You already won. Both of you have.”

Both of them sober slightly, looking at one another with a competitive spark before jolting when you bring your lips down, breath fanning over the head of their cocks as you run your tongue over them. 

“Let’s get along well, okay~?”

The two buckle, scent thickening with arousal when they finally pick up on your own heat as you shift below them. 

They’d stirred something inside of you, it’s only right for them to take responsibility for it. 

“A-as if I’d get along well w-with someone like him.” Yunho grit out, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you tease his head with your tongue. Juyeon hissed at him, turning his head sharply.

“F-feeling’s mutual. I doubt a stupid ass dog could pleasure her, anyway .” He grit out. Yunho’s eyes blazed with the challenge and you roll your eyes below them, giving both of their cocks a squeeze. They buck and jolt, their attention landing back on you. 

“Play nice.” You warn, pressing their cocks together, dragging your tongue over their slits, keening at the mixed taste. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t get to taste more because you two can’t behave.” You sigh softly, letting your tongue roll over Yunho’s cock, then Juyeon’s, and back again. 

The two go quiet. Or, rather, as quiet as they could get as the occasional moan and keen roll from their lips, their rivalry temporarily placated by your actions. 

They were handsome, of course. No Kingdom in their right mind would send you someone less than average, but they looked better like this, faces flushed, panting, fingers flexing as they tried to keep their hands off of you. 

“That’s better.” You sit up, caressing their balls and smiling, your scent thick and sweet. Both of them unconsciously lean towards you, and you open yourself to them, perking so your breasts are spilling from the top of your dress.

An invitation, that’s what it is. 

They took it for what it was, cupping and groping one breast each as you raise your head higher. 

“I d-didn’t expect this nn…today,” Yunho growled, his cock throbbing in your small hand as he ran his lips over the sweet glands on the left side of your neck. 

Juyeon grunted in agreement, his tongue flicking out, dragging over your throat. The barbs at the center were soft, and you find yourself clenching on nothing as they kiss their way lower, greedy lips finding your nipples. 

You gasp and close your eyes, rolling their balls in your hand, trembling in their grip as you feel them running their hands down your body as they alternate between kisses to your chest and small, marking nibbles and bites. 

Juyeon’s hand found its way to your folds first, chuckling airdly as he rubbed slowly. You yip and clench on nothing, your hands stopping momentarily. 

“Ah, don’t you want us to bond, Bun? Don’t stop just because he’s touching you.” Yunho growled, sucking a spot into your breast you were sure wouldn’t fade easily after tonight. You narrow your eyes at him in challenge, but they flutter the moment Juyeon pinches and rolls your clit, his breath fanning over your ear. 

“You’re already so wet. Did it feel nice giving us the run-around. Leaving such a sweet scent for us to follow, it’s only right we pay you back in kind.” He growled, lifting his fingers and spreading them apart, showing you-and Yunho-the slick covering them. 

Your lips tremble as you look up at them, your head swirling in need as you watch Juyeon offer his messy fingers to Yunho. 

He stared, eyes narrowing in need for a moment before he sucked them into his mouth, fangs grazing Juyeon’s fingers before he pulled back, a deep growl pulling from his chest as he turned to you. 

“C’mere. Let’s get you comfortable.”

His definition of ‘comfortable’ was splaying you out with your legs spread in their laps, both of them kissing and biting at your necks as you squirming as you let them both stretch you, your slick making a mess of your ass, their hands, and their thighs below. 

“I-I’m ready!” You cry, arching high and clenching on their fingers, mouth falling open as one of them curls their finger up to brush against your gspot. Your cries are met with deep chuckles and a kiss from each of them as they slow only long enough for you to catch your breath. 

“Are you sure?” Yunho teases, his lips against your ear before he bites.

Your eyes widen and you find yourself squirting as you jolt, a yip leaving your lips. Both men let out amused keens, holding you so you wouldn’t fall as the sudden shockwave rolls through you. 

“So pretty~” Juyeon purred, pulling his fingers free, smiling like the cat that ate the canary as he ran his tongue over his fingers, licking them clean as you pant, trying to catch your breath. 

There’s a wet smacking sound above your head and you find yourself squished between the men. One glance across from yourself to the mirror they’d propped you up in front of and you found out why. 

Yunho had his hand fisted in Juyeon’s hair, pulling him in for a demanding kiss, chasing your taste on his tongue. The sight made you keen, and you cup their necks, running your fingers over their glands, smiling as they both shuddered. 

“It looks like you two are getting along just fine now, mm?” You purr. 

They part, panting as they stare each other down. 

“Yeah,” Juyeon mewled, his tail twitching and jerking in interest behind him. 

“I think we’ll get along just fine.” Yunho licked his lip and moved to grab you by the hips, picking you clean up. 

“Come, I think we’ve held back for too long. I’m aching.” 

You find it exciting how easily the two of them can move you at will. Strong, yet gentle hands positioned so you were straddling Yunho, staring down hungrily at his cock as Juyeon held his cock up. 

Your plan was simply to tease, but as you watch the two eye you hungrily, then eye each other with the same gaze, you realize maybe this was going to work a lot better than your playful mind had anticipated. 

Taking Yunho was a task in itself. Even with your slick, you were grateful Juyeon paused to coat the bigger hybrid’s cock in lube provided by your consultants (you’d thank Xiaojun, Mark, and Donghyuck later). 

“T-Tight-” Yunho growled, his canines pronounced the more he lost his composure, his hands gripping your hips tight. You cling to his hands, body shaking as Juyeon cooed sweet nothings to you, reaching to rub your clit and the base of your tail. 

“A-Ahn- fuck-” You swear, eyes closing as Juyeon’s feline purrs override your mind. 

“That’s it. Such a good wife you’re going to be for us. Open your eyes, Princess. You’re bulging.” He growled, cupping your jaw. You gasp and look down, eyes widening as you see the tell-tale bulge in your stomach. 

Had…had he grown bigger while he was inside of you?

The very thought made you gush on his cock, your hands falling to Yunho’s chest as you bounce on your own accord, eager to feel him deeper inside. 

“S-Shit- Y/N-” He swears, hands tightening on your hips as you ride him, your hips and ass slapping against his thighs. Juyeon watches, mesmerized as you swallow Yunho’s cock, your slick leaving a lewd, shiny trail on his cock that dribbled down to his balls. 

“C-Come…come here.” Your voice startled the snow leopard back into focus and he glanced up, pupils dilating as you open your mouth, tongue out for him. 

“G-Gimme.” You demand, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, standing up and cupping the back of your head. He doesn’t even have the time to open his mouth and be a gentleman, to urge you to go slow before you dive down, eagerly bobbing your head until you feel him touch the back of your throat. 

They both smelled so good, thick and hot and it made you crave more, especially hearing both of them moan and gasp your name. Yunho thrust his hips up, bouncing you in his laps and he would have probably knocked you off balance, had it not have been for the iron-clad grip your thighs had on his frame and his hands had on your hips. 

Juyeon kept himself anchored by cupping your head, and rubbing the base of your ears. He found your throat tightening at the motion and smiled wickedly. 

“Is that n-nice? Having your cute little ears rubbed while we claim your pussy and your throat?” He panted, hissing through his teeth as he watched you turn your teary, pleasure-struck gaze up to him, drooling as his cock pressed deep into your throat. 

“I c-can’t keep holding it back.” Yunho gritted, eyes flickering back and forth between your mouth and your pussy, both stuffed in such a lewd manner. 

You clench around him, a subtle sign you didn’t want him to, and thankfully both of them took the sign for what it was, fucking you and your throat with a mismatched tempo that eventually synched up. 

Every fiber of your body felt like it was alight with pleasure, and stars exploded behind your lids as you finally felt them flood your mouth and pussy. You feel delighted as you feel the mess between your legs, only sealed inside by Yunho’s cock (which still throbbed, almost as if he wanted to unload more into your tightness). Juyeon pulled you out of your musing when he pulled out of your mouth, panting like a beast as he looked down upon your kiss-swollen and saliva-covered lips. 

“That’s our good girl. Are you alright?” Yunho murmured, petting your head. You lick your lips, taking a moment to gather your barings before pressing into his hand, smiling. 

“You two don’t think we’re done, do you?” You inquire after catching your breath. They exchange a look of surprise with one another before quickly recovering and grinning. 

-x-

Minutes turned to hours, and positions changed. From you eagerly arching your back, nuzzling Yunho’s cock and teasing it with kisses as Juyeon takes you from behind to you biting marks into his ass while Yunho thrusts into him, keeping his cheeks spread with a devious giggle as his fiery voice melted into airy, near shy whimpers. Or the way Yunho trembled and groaned as you bite marks into his thighs while he greedily curled his tongue deep inside of Juyeon, reaching around to stroke him and milk another orgasm from the spent feline. 

By the time the three of you are actually satiated, you lay in a pile of noodle-like limbs, dazed and happy as you gather your bearings. 

“I think,” Juyeon panted, running a hand through his sweaty locks. 

“-this is the start to a wonderful union.” Yunho finished, nosing both you and Juyeon’s hair, clearly close to dozing. You blink.

“...oh, right, the kingdom thing.” You yawn despite both of them laughing. You motion for them to follow you to your private bath, cum dribbling down your legs. 

“C’mon, my sweets. We need all the rest we can get if we are to continue our… negotiations tomorrow, yes?” You wink at them over your shoulder, smiling as they appear at your side in a flash, heading deeper into the bathroom before closing the door with a click. 

“Right, negotiations. I’m sure that’s what we can call it.” 

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[asherthehimbo]

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Chapter 14

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Felix was trying to balance his coffee and phone as he unlocked his office door. It seemed like everyone and their mother needed something from him and they needed it yesterday.

“Hello Felix,” a familiar voice got his attention. He dropped his phone and barely caught his coffee when he saw Hongjoong sitting at his desk.

“How did you…?” Felix looked down at the keys in his hand.

“How did I get in here? It wasn’t that difficult. You really should upgrade your lock if you keep sensitive information in here,” Hongjoong idly twisted a pen between his fingers.

“I thought our meeting was tomorrow,” Felix picked up his phone and walked over to the desk. He knew better than to even imply the older man should move. He sat in one of the chairs across the desk. Across from the chair where Eric -

Eric. No. There was no way.

“It was, but I had some free time this morning so I thought I’d stop by,” Hongjoong replied.

“Right, I apologize I’m not prepared. I was planning on getting that done today,” Felix told him.

“I know you’ve been busy with keeping the mayor happy and you’re down two employees thanks to Juyeon. I’ll forgive it for the moment,” Hongjoong replied. Forgive? The man Felix knew never forgave anything. At least, not that he’d seen.

”Thank you, sir. I appreciate that,” Felix nodded.

”I thought I’d offer you some temporary help,” Hongjoong said, hitting a button on his phone. It was a text he’d been waiting to send. The door opened a few moments later and another older man walked in.

“This is Yeosang. He’s been obtaining information for me for, what, thirty years?” Hongjoong introduced.

”Thereabouts,” his voice was almost as deep as Felix’s own. He sat on the couch, eyeing Felix like a lion might view a gazelle. ”Though I am slowing down a bit. I suppose that happens when you get old.”

”Nice to meet you,” Felix said, bowing his head a little.

”Of course, Jisung and Changbin weren’t exactly experts, couldn’t even follow orders, so I thought until you find suitable replacements, you’re free to borrow Yeosang,” Hongjoong told him.

”All due respect, sir, but I don’t believe I need anyone to help with that right now. Hyunjin is regularly getting information from the mayor,” Felix ventured.

”Is that so?” Hongjoong hit a button on his phone again. Another text. Every fear Felix had came true when the door opened. Hongjoong’s two pet cops came in, one on either side holding Eric’s arms. He was handcuffed and gagged, but otherwise looked unharmed. His eyes went wide when he saw Felix.

”He doesn’t know anything. He put together that I was the one who tortured Younghoon based on the description Younghoon gave him. That’s all he knows,” Felix told Hongjoong, trying to keep his voice calm.

”Yes, but who did he tell? Secrets have a nasty way of getting out and at the worst possible time. That’s what I need to know,” Hongjoong replied. “And that’s why I brought Yeosang here.”

Eric looked at Felix and shook his head.

“Take the gag out,” Hongjoong said. The shorter cop removed the cloth from Eric’s mouth.

“It’ll be fine. Don’t put yourself out there,” Eric said to Felix.

“I’m not letting him torture you when you don’t know anything,” Felix replied. Eric looked Hongjoong dead in the eye, something Felix rarely did even after years of working for him.

“Felix is telling the truth. When I heard Younghoon’s description I knew it was him. I confronted him, he told me I was right, and that’s all. Younghoon doesn’t know that I know. Neither does Juyeon. If Juyeon knew, I’m pretty sure Felix would be dead by now,” Eric said to the older man.

“And no one else knows?” Hongjoong asked.

“No, no one else knows. Can I go now? Juyeon is going to start to ask questions if I don’t at least check in,” Eric replied. Felix was equal parts terrified and turned on. He knew Eric knew the stakes. He knew Eric knew who Hongjoong was, but he wasn’t backing off. He wasn’t showing an ounce of fear even if he was afraid.

Hongjoong considered what Eric said.

“Fine, I’ll believe you for now. However, if I find out you lied to me, either of you, the consequences will be dire,” he said, standing up. Felix heard the distinctive sound of joints popping.

“Let him go and give him his phone back,” he instructed the cops. The taller one unlocked the cuffs and the shorter one returned his phone. Eric didn’t move. Felix stood up as Hongjoong, Yeosang, and the cops went to the door. Felix waited for some parting words, but they left with only a click of the door behind them. Felix waited a beat and then ran over to lock it.

“I knew this was going to happen, I knew it, I’m so sorry baby,” Felix pulled Eric into his arms.

”Babe, you’re gonna suffocate me,” Eric coughed.

”Sorry,” Felix let go and ran his hands over the younger man, checking for injuries.

”I’m fine, other than the fact they dragged me out of bed at three am,” Eric replied.

”Is it true? That you really haven’t told anyone?” Felix asked. Eric hugged Felix and pressed his lips next to Felix’s ear.

”There’s a bug in here. I don’t know where. That’s how he knew you told me and we’re together. Of course, we weren’t exactly subtle at the party. Don’t say anything you don’t want him to hear,” Eric whispered.

”Right,” Felix nodded.

”Sunwoo could find it, but you’d have to give him full access,” Eric continued. Felix considered Eric’s proposal.

“Okay, I can do that. I don’t think there’s anything Juyeon doesn’t already know anyway,” Felix whispered back.

”He doesn’t know what you did to Younghoon,” Eric pointed out.

“You haven’t told him?” Felix asked.

”Not yet,” Eric confirmed. “But there is someone else who does know.”

”Fuck,” Felix hissed.

”Let me handle my side. I know I can,” Eric told him. Felix hugged him tighter. He didn’t know exactly what dire consequences entailed, but he wasn’t sure he could handle anything happening to Eric. He’d promised to protect him as long as he was alive and he fully intended to keep that promise.

”Set it up with Sunwoo,” Felix said.

”Okay,” Eric nodded into Felix’s shoulder.

”I love you,” Felix breathed.

”I know,” Eric smiled. “I love you too.”

“Are you nuts? We can’t quit! This isn’t the kind of thing you just quit!” Yunho screeched at Jongho’s suggestion.

”We’re kidnapping people! We’re criminals! The extra money isn’t worth it!” Jongho protested.

”Yes, but I like having all my limbs and appendages. I’m pretty fond of my eyes, too,” Yunho replied.

”You really think he’d poke your eyes out?” Jongho gave him a look.

”I don’t know what he would and wouldn’t do, but I definitely got the impression he was going easy on Younghoon,” Yunho said.

”How much of this do you think is actually true and how much is just a myth he’s built up over the years? Gangsters die young, it’s a hazard of the trade. If he’s made it this long and everyone else is either dead or in jail then how do we know it’s true? There’s no one around to dispute the stories. He certainly can’t be bothered to do his own dirty work which is why he isn’t in jail. If anybody goes to jail it’ll be us. I don’t know about you, but I’m not overly keen on the idea of prison food for the rest of my life. We know for a fact he didn’t kill Changbin. He probably didn’t kill Jisung. I’m sure he had Mingi do that. Do we even know where Mingi is because I haven’t seen him in a while. Where’s the proof, Yunho? There isn’t any,” Jongho was practically out of breath by the time he finished.

”So what do you suggest we do? Turn in our two weeks’ notice in writing? You might not believe any of it, but I’m really not in the mood to test that theory,” Yunho snapped.

”We tell Wooyoung. We tell him everything,” Jongho replied.

”Like to his face? Then we’ll lose our jobs completely so we’ll be unemployed and not have eyes,” Yunho said.

”We broke into his house. We drugged and kidnapped his husband because some old guy who may or may not be what we think he is told us to. I’m sick of saying ‘how high’ every time Kim Hongjoong says ‘jump’,” Jongho snapped back. “But I’m going to do it alone. I need you to be with me on this.”

”Why? It sounds like you’ve already got your mind made up,” Yunho questioned.

”Because we’re partners and I don’t want to make your situation any worse than mine,” Jongho replied.

”Getting sentimental on me Choi?” Yunho snorted.

”You tell me Jeong,” Jongho said. “Though now that we know his MO, I think I know where we can get the leverage we need to quit.”

”What do you mean?” Yunho asked.

”He wanted something from Juyeon so he took Younghoon. He wanted something from Wooyoung so he took San. We want something from him, so we take Seonghwa,” Jongho said.

”Seriously?” Yunho stared at him.

”If we’re gonna get what we want, then we play by his rules,” Jongho replied.

”I can’t believe you’re actually suggesting this and I’m actually considering it,” Yunho shook his head.

”Honestly? Neither can I,” Jongho said.

”What would you have done if he called your bluff?” Yeosang asked Hongjoong in the back of the car after they left Felix’s office.

”Which one?” Hongjoong asked.

”Me torturing Eric in front of him,” Yeosang replied.

”The kid certainly has a set on him,” Hongjoong observed.

”Something tells me that’s part of his appeal,” Yeosang said. Hongjoong snorted a laugh.

”It always ends badly though,” he observed.

”Who do you think he told?” Yeosang asked.

”I don’t know, but I’ll find out,” Hongjoong leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

”And those dire consequences?” Yeosang continued.

”Haven’t decided yet. I figure I’ll let them stew for a while. It’s always more fun that way,” the other man replied.

”You always did have an odd definition of fun,” Yeosang said.

”I’m not the one who tortures people and enjoys it. You’ve got me confused with Haknyeon,” Hongjoong opened one eye.

”As do you,” Yeosang said.

”I do want you to keep an eye on Yunho and Jongho, though. I suspect they’re up to something, too,” Hongjoong instructed.

”Surveillance, it’s own form of torture,” Yeosang sighed.

”Just make sure they haven’t figured out where the bugs are yet. I know Jongho found the one in the car so I haven’t had ears on them there for a few days. He’s the one I’m more concerned about,” Hongjoong picked his head up.

”And if I find something?” Yeosang asked.

”I’ll leave that up to your discretion,” Hongjoong replied.

”Now that’s what I like to hear,” Yeosang grinned.

“I knew you would,” Hongjoong replied.

#minors dni #mafia au #the boyz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #ateez fanfic #Felix x Eric #crossover ships

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#i don't know what it is #but the crossover btw stray kids and ateez and BL fans is strong in this corner of the internet

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⌛🐶🌹❤️Oh, love is something good for us to share

Sickie: Yunho (+ Dojoon & Jaehyeong)

Caretakers: Woosung & Hajoon (+ Hongjoong & Seonghwa)

Coachella was too hot. California was too hot. Yunho was too hot.

He had thought that filming the “Pirate King” and “Treasure” M/Vs in the Moroccan desert had been bad. But back then they had been able to take breaks in the shade, been able to drink between takes.

On the Coachella stage under the sweltering Californian sun in front of thousands of people no real breaks had been possible. Wherever they had stood there had been sun. It had been exhausting. Within the first fifteen minutes he had gotten a bad headache, constantly blinded by the light, and he started feeling dizzy and unwell. The muscle cramps had started shortly after.

Yunho had tried to drink between songs but he had gotten too nauseous too soon. 

It wasn’t like it was his fault that he couldn’t deal with heat well.

He had been glad when their part was over (though he had loved seeing so many people be there for them) and they could get cooled down. So at the first opportunity once they were off-stage, Yunho had walked away from the group in search of a cooler place than their waiting area. The others had been too preoccupied with celebrating their successful stage and trying to deal with the heat as well. Poor Yeosang had looked downright sunburned, now matter how much sunscreen the stylists had put on him.

Yunho managed to stumble upon a bathroom, located at the far side of the artists’ area. To his surprise it was empty. 

Even better: Everything was deliciously cooled by an A/C and seemed clean enough. Not caring if he was delirious or thinking about any germs, Yunho just laid down on the cold tiles, feeling them absorb his body heat instantly.

Wow, that felt good. His clothes were soaked in sweat but the freeze on his back was amazing.

He closed his eyes, his heavy eyes with the hazy vision, and tried to catch his breath. He would get up soon to find his group. He would be fine for a moment here, he just didn’t want to brave the heat again.

Yunho nearly dropped off to sleep when he was irritated by loud voices from outside the door.

“Leo, I told you that eating fast food was a bad idea”, somebody said in Korean. Yunho didn’t even have time to be confused about that - after all they were in an English-speaking country - then the door was pushed open and a few people came in.

Yunho seriously couldn’t care less. As long as they let him lie there, he was happy.

But then there was a surprised shout, a curse and somebody gently shook him.

“I’m good, it’s just hot”, Yunho slurred and blinked open his eyes.

As his vision cleared, he was taken aback.

“Woosung-sunbaenim?”he asked, confused, brain not quite catching up to his eyes. Of course he knew that The Rose sunbaenims were at Coachella too and they had hoped they would run into them. He just hadn’t expected that so soon. Mingi would be so jealous of him. 

At the moment the only feeling he himself could muster was some form of shame - here he was laying on a hopefully not too dirty bathroom floor, exhausted to the core. It didn't make for a good first impression.

“Isn’t that ATEEZ’s Yunho?”, a different voice asked.

“Leo, get to that sink before you actually puke everywhere”, Woosung commanded, not looking away from Yunho. It was kinda weird holding eye contact with his sunbaenim, Yunho mused. But he could only blink. It was as if his body was mush. “Jeff, go with him. Dylan, come here, help me with him.”

What was up with his sunbaenims? Were they okay?

It was kind of a coincidence they had all ended up in the same bathroom in this huge area. Maybe they had looked for a more private area too? Yunho didn't actually care enough to ask. He just wanted his peace. Probably would not get that but so be it. At least he could brag to Mingi.

A second person knelt down by Yunho’s side. Ah, Hajoon-sunbaenim, their drummer. The older man looked really worried for some reason.

“Why are you here alone, Yunho-ssi? What happened? Where is your group?”, Woosung asked gently.

“Uh, I was too hot. It’s cool here, dunno where they are, sunbaenim”, Yunho mumbled. Maybe it should phase him that he didn’t know where his members were but he was so tired.

“No, stay awake”, Hajoon said, placing a hand against Yunho’s neck, “hyung, his pulse is really fast.”

"Yunho-ssi, what else do you feel?", Woosung-sunbaenim asked urgently.

"Head hurts, kinda nauseous, my muscles were cramping. I just wanted to be cool again, it's so hot." Yunho groaned. Couldn't they let him sleep?

“Heat exhaustion”, Woosung said grimly, addressing Hajoon probably, “if not heatstroke. They just performed under the sun, no wonder he isn’t feeling good. Do we have water and where the fuck is that electric fan?”

“We only have this left”, Hajoon answered and handed Woosung a half-full water bottle before jumping to his feet, “I’ll see if I can get more and find his group. Do we need a medic?”

“Yunho-ssi, do you have your phone?”, Woosung asked. Yunho just shrugged and let Woosung pat his pockets. The older man came up empty.

“Go get water and maybe ice first, Hajoon-ah. If you find a manager or whoever have them call ATEEZ. No, hey, Yunho-ssi, stay awake, please. You said you feel nauseous? Do you think you might need to be sick?”

“Maybe”, Yunho admitted shyly. He was really making a great first impression. Not.

“It’s okay, stuff happens. Don’t be embarrassed. Are you dizzy?”

“A bit.” Ah, to hell with impressions. He just wanted to close his eyes again.

“Can you sit up for me?”

Yunho shook his head a bit. Sitting up sounded like it would make his nausea and exhaustion worse. Why did his sunbaenim have to insist on this? He was happy enough alone on the floor.

“Jeff, help me sit him up, please. He needs to drink. Oh, you have the fan, gimme please.” 

Suddenly everything swirled as he was propped upright and Yunho gagged dryly. Nothing came up, probably everything that was in his body had vaporized already. Did that make sense? Yunho wasn’t sure.

Somebody tapped his cheek and Yunho tried to swat at the annoying hands. At least the breeze on his face from the fan felt good and the cool of the wall on his back was welcome. “No, open your eyes, Yunho-ssi. Or I will call an ambulance.”

That had Yunho awake. He did not want to go to the hospital. And he really did not want to see Hongjoong-hyung’s sad, pouting, disappointed face if he ended up there. Or any of the others’, really. Besides, they were at Coachella - he wanted to enjoy it.

“Drink”, Woosung said with a bit of force in his voice, “slow sips, we don’t want you to get sick. But you need to hydrate a bit. I am a bit scared of delivering you into Hongjoong-ssi’s care like this. He might kill me.”

“Joong-hyung is a marshmallow. Or a minion or something”, Yunho complained but drank a few sips of the offered water. Woosung gave him a bright smile and stroked Yunho’s sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead.

“Can you hold the fan yourself? Here you go. I’m sure he is, just not when I return you looking like this. Hell, I nearly fought RM and Suga once when they brought a sick Jaehyeong to me and I didn’t know what happened.”

“Sounds like a story”, Yunho mumbled as he took the fan from Woosung’s hand and took another sip. The bottle was empty then and he pouted. Drinking had helped a bit to clear his surroundings and he finally was able to focus on something else than Woosung’s face which previously had been the only thing he had been able to see clearly.

“It was - should have seen his tiny ass trying to threaten a guy nearly a head taller than him”, somebody said and Yunho turned to look at who had spoken. 

The man had his back to them, leaning over the sink, so Yunho couldn’t be quite sure. But considering their earlier conversation and that the other man by his side had blond hair (so Jaehyeong, their bassist and maknae who still was like five years older than Yunho), he assumed it was Dojoon, their keyboardist, vocalist and whichever other instruments that dude could play. Mingi was so enamored.

“Is he alright?”, Yunho asked worriedly. It was a bit curious to see his sunbaenims like that.

“Huh? Who? Leo? Yeah, that dumbass just thought that eating fast food before jumping around in the heat during sound check was a great idea, especially when I told him not to. Sometimes I am right, aren’t I, Leo?”, Woosung grumbled but he did look a bit concerned when he mustered his ill member.

“Fuck off, Sammy”, Dojoon replied, sounding very nauseated and ending his sentence with a harsh swallow. Uh-oh. “California, our worries make no sense”, he added in English. Why he suddenly switched languages Yunho wasn’t sure but he congratulated himself in understanding it. Maybe it was one of their songs? He'd have to ask Mingi. He was too tired to remember.

“That was not what I was going for with the lyrics. Like not even close”, Woosung complained, “and I told you multiple times that a large order of fries with a burger was a bad idea. I am from California, I know what I am talking about.” That at least answered the lyric question.

“Can we stop talking about food now?”, the third member, Jaehyeong, cut in, “besides: California, where people make freedom.” 

He, too, didn’t look so good, Yunho thought. Well, that was a lie. His sunbaenims did always look good. He himself was probably looking pathetic though.

“You too?”, Woosung asked, exasperated, “Freedom to make dumb choices, I guess. I can’t go with you lot anywhere.”

“Stop picking on me, when I am not even there”, Hajoon complained from the doorway, holding a few bottles of water and an ice pack in his arms. That looked like a lifeline, pun intended.

“I wasn’t”, Woosung complained, but added a suspicious: “You didn’t overeat before practice, did you?”

“I’m not stupid”, Hajoon commented, earning himself a "fuck off" from Jaehyeong, at the same time that Dojoon apparently lost the fight against his stomach and raced to a bathroom stall. Disgusting sounds echoed through the bathroom and Yunho cringed. Hearing that did his own stomach no favor.

Woosung sighed and gestured at Yunho. “Joon-ah, you got him for a moment? I’ll check on … Joon-ah. Fuck your names.”

Hajoon rolled his eyes but he gave Yunho a kind smile as he knelt down by his side and pressed the ice to his neck. Oh, God, that felt good. Yunho moaned at the refreshing feeling, not even caring anymore how he was kind of embarrassing himself. 

“Hi, Yunho-ssi”, Hajoon said, “can you try to drink a bit more? Oh, Jeff, you too.” He pushed one of the bottles to Jaehyeong, causing it to collide with the other man’s legs. Jaehyeong just groaned.

“Idiots, all of them”, Hajoon commented and grinned when he got Yunho to giggle a bit. “I wasn’t able to locate your members but do you know any of their phone numbers?”

Quickly Yunho gave him Mingi’s phone number - the only number of his members he knew by heart. Hajoon typed it into the keypad. Before he dialed he looked up and called: “Sammy, you know, you could have just asked him if he knew any of the phone numbers.”

“Sorry”, Yunho mumbled, feeling himself flush. He should have thought of that. If only his head didn’t hurt so badly.

“Wha…? Oh”, Woosung’s voice came, then a middle finger appeared under the stall. 

“Hey, I didn’t do anything. Neither did you, Yunho-ssi, he’s just a grumbling old man”, Hajoon said with a laugh. He seemed happy to tease his hyung. Somehow he reminded Yunho of Jongho.

“Wait until you turn thirty, I will make so many jokes”, Woosung called, then went back to comforting an obviously still very nauseous Dojoon.

“You’re still over a year older than me, hyung”, Hajoon teased and winked at Yunho. Oh, teasing to make Yunho more comfortable with his sunbaenims. That was actually kind of nice.

“I’m going to call Mingi-ssi now”, Hajoon said and put the phone on speaker.

“Hello?”, Mingi’s deep voice filtered through the air. Yunho smiled a bit, he did want to be reunited with his members. Just somewhere cool. 

“Hi, Mingi-yah”, Yunho whispered before Hajoon could say anything.

Mingi gasped and he sounded panicked when he answered: “Yunho? Yunho-yah? Where are you? We were so worried? Hyung, no, wait….”

“Yunho-yah?”, Seonghwa’s worried voice came instead. His overprotective eldest hyung must have snatched the phone from Mingi. 

“Urgh, give that to me”, Hongjoong said, sounding further away and then louder: “Yunho, baby, where are you? Whose phone are you calling from?”

Yunho hid his face in his hand. His members were embarrassing - Seonghwa and Hongjoong actually acted like parents sometimes.

“Uh, mine,” Hajoon said, obviously suppressing a laugh, and introduced himself: “Hajoon from The Rose.”

Instantly the other side of the phone turned quiet. “Sunbaenim? What’s going on? Thank you for calling”, Hongjoong asked, trying to sound polite and not overly scared. He failed spectacularly at the last part.

“Yunho’s just not feeling so good”, Hajoon started to explain. It was very obvious at that moment that Hajoon was one of the younger members of The Rose - he had never learned how to deliver bad news and not make anybody’s leader panic. 

Before he could get any further, however, he was interrupted. It would have been rude in any other situation but it was actually kind of sweet how worried Hongjoong got.

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” There were probably a thousand bad scenarios running through the leader’s head at that phrasing. 

Hajoon quickly gave a description of their whereabouts to Hongjoong who promised to be there as soon as possible and was about to hang up when Yunho mumbled: “Hyung, I really don’t need all of you to come. Take Seonghwa-hyung. Don’t bring Mingi.”

“Alright”, Hongjoong said softly, “hold on, baby, we’ll be there soon.” The call ended.

Hajoon had his eyebrow raised when Yunho looked at him. “Why don’t you want Mingi? Aren’t you like best friends?”, he asked curiously. 

How did Hajoon know? It would be something an ATINY would know but that didn’t really make sense, did it? Urgh, thinking hurt. 

“We are”, Yunho confirmed instead, “but he is totally a Black Rose. I doubt that he wants, uh, this to be his first real interaction.” He awkwardly gestured at Jaehyeong, who had sat down by the sinks and was slowly sipping on the bottle of water Hajoon had given him.

“Fair enough”, Hajoon agreed, grimacing. "Actually, thanks, I guess."

They looked up when the stall door opened and Dojoon and Woosung stumbled out. Dojoon was still very pale and Woosung had a stabilizing hand on the small of his back. But Dojoon was looking much better than earlier.

“How are you?”, Jaehyeong asked dejectedly when Woosung deposited Dojoon next to him. The older man just groaned but accepted the bottle of water their leader pressed into his hand.

"Thanks for asking, Jeff. Oh, me? Yes, I am feeling better too, thanks", Jaehyeong said rhetorically, a bit annoyed. He acted a bit like San when he was pouty. Weird.

"Be nice, kid", Dojoon replied, causing them to argue quietly.

Woosung ignored them and came to crouch down by Yunho’s side again. “Are you feeling better then? Or should I prepare to run from your leader?”, he asked teasingly.

“Uh, what?”, Hongjoong asked from the door. None of them had noticed him and Seonghwa entering. With all eyes on him after the rather not eloquent question he turned beet-red. “Sunbaenims”, he muttered and pulled at Seonghwa to make them bow.

“Don’t bow, Hongjoong-ssi, Seonghwa-ssi”, Woosung said with a smile.

It was Seonghwa’s turn to flush. “You know us, sunbaenim?”

“Of course”, Hajoon agreed, “Woosung-hyung is totally an ATINY. I think he has merch, actually. We all love your music. Also we tried to do the Bouncy challenge and I nearly ruined my ba… too soon?” He glanced at Woosung who just rolled his eyes.

“Yes, three weeks is too soon, brat”, Woosung replied, “also, may I remind you that you cried more than me that day?”

Hajoon seemed to choose to ignore the second part though he ducked his head a bit. The cough that he muffled with his hand sounded suspiciously like “grandfather” but Woosung just gave him a simultaneous warning and exasperated glance before focusing his attention on ATEEZ's eldest.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa both seemed as taken aback as Yunho by Hajoon’s confession of being ATINY. It was not everyday that a sunbaenim who you adored adored you right back. Wow. While Hongjoong had turned a bit red again (maybe he just had sunburn though?) Seonghwa couldn’t quite hide his shock, evident by his wide eyes and open mouth.

"I'm glad you are here, Hongjoong-ssi, Seonghwa-ssi", Woosung said, pulling them out of their awe, "I think it's only a case of a bit of heat exhaustion but you should get Yunho-ssi checked out by a medic, just in case."

"Thank you, sunbaenim", Hongjoong replied, distractedly, and rushed over to Yunho now that the greetings were over. Well, to be fair, the only thing that probably had stopped him before had not actually been social conventions but rather confusion. 

Hajoon scooted to the side to make space for him and ended up beside Yunho, also leaning against the wall. With his head pounding and eyes dropping, Yunho leaned sideways and rested his head on his shoulder. Maybe it was a bit inappropriate - after all they had known each other for less than an hour but he was tired. Hongjoong only looked worried and surprised but nobody said anything about it.

"Baby, we were so worried when we realized we didn't know where you were", Hongjoong mumbled, placing a cool hand tenderly against Yunho's cheek, "you can't just run off, especially if you don't feel well."

Yunho flushed a bit under the attention. All eyes were focused on him and it made his skin crawl. He had not wanted attention. That had been the first reason why he had run away. Apparently you couldn’t feel unwell anywhere in peace. Deep down though, he was glad.

"Didn't want to make you worry", he mumbled, staring down at his lap. Now that the excitement had died down again he felt like he was hit by a truck. And not an ice-cream one. "I was just a bit too hot."

"You never handled the heat well", Seonghwa sighed, taking Yunho's hand in his own, feeling the pulse in his wrist. “Remember filming Pirate King and Treasure?”

Hongjoong groaned. “Yeah, that was fun. Sorry, Yunho, we should have paid more attention. I hope he didn’t bother you, sunbaenims?” 

If Yunho hadn’t been so comfy he would have been offended. Being a “bother” was Wooyoung's job. But he was content to just watch with half-lidded eyes.

“Not at all. He’s a delight”, Woosung replied, “and please, stop calling us ‘sunbaenim’. ‘Hyung’ or our names are fine, ‘sunbaenim’ makes us feel old. Hajoon, I am warning you.”

The drummer had opened his mouth to probably make another joke but decided he wanted to live another day. Yunho giggled a bit. Their dynamics were funny, he had to admit. 

“Alright, thank you. Hyung”, Seonghwa said, “we don’t want to keep you here, surely you have other things to do?”

It was at that moment that he looked around and seemed to take in Dojoon’s and Jaehyeong’s complexions for the first time. He faltered for a moment then his face turned worried.

“Are you alright?”, he asked. God, he really was a mother sometimes. Even to people like four or five years his senior.

“Yeah, they will be fine. They are just regretting their decision to eat before jumping around in the heat. Turns out, what a surprise, it wasn’t a good idea”, Woosung explained before the two could defend themselves.

“You’ll hold that over our heads for the rest of our lives, won’t you?”, Jaehyeong whined, throwing his empty water bottle in Woosung’s general direction. He missed spectacularly. 

“We had that particular problem before”, Hongjoong said pointedly, staring at Seonghwa. 

“Oh, that’s what yesterday was about?”, Yunho asked. Seonghwa flushed and stuttered: “I … uhm, I’m sure the food was just out in the sun too long.”

“Yeah, sure”, Hongjoong deadpanned, “but you are right, we should get going. We already sent the kids back to the hotel. They fought hard to stay and are really worried about you, but we all deserve a night off. The only thing they can do at the moment is rest. But I fear Mingi may have paced a hole in the hotel’s carpet by now. Anyways, Yunho-yah, do you think you can stand? We’ll take you to the medics to get checked out and then how does a nap sound?”

“Heavenly”, Yunho mumbled, “hyung, I am so tired. My head hurts too. But I can stand.”

“Still nauseous?”, Hajoon asked gently. Shockingly, no. Yunho shook his head. 

“Okay, that’s good”, Hongjoong agreed, “medical and then you can sleep.”

“Up you go”, Seonghwa said and with his and Hajoon’s help Yunho was standing. Well, leaning on his Seonghwa-hyung but he was on his feet. Hongjoong reached up and smoothed Yunho’s hair out of his face.

“Why do you have to be so tall, Yunho-yah?”, the captain asked fondly.

“You’re just tiny, hyung”, Yunho quipped, causing Seonghwa, Hajoon and Jaehyeong to laugh. 

Hongjoong groaned. Woosung patted his back in a sympathetic gesture. “I feel you, Hongjoong-ah.”

They all burst into laughter again. Hongjoong and Woosung both had similar pouting expressions on their faces.

“Okay, let’s actually go”, Hongjoong said, shaking his head, and turned to Woosung and Hajoon, who had come to stand beside his leader, “thank you so much for your help, hyungs.” He bowed a bit.

“We’re happy we could help. Feel better soon, kiddo”, Woosung replied and turned to Yunho. To the dancer’s shock he actually hugged him. Oh, wow. Hajoon followed suit. 

“Thank you”, Yunho mumbled and looked at Dojoon and Jaehyeong who were cuddled up together still, “I hope you two feel better soon as well.”

“Thank you”, they echoed. Jaehyeong waved and Dojoon added: “I’d hug you too but I think I’d puke again if I have to stand up.”

“Great, let’s get you idiots back to the hotel too”, Woosung mumbled and knelt down beside his two unwell members.

Yunho, Seonghwa and Hongjoong waved at them until they left the bathroom.

⌛🌹

A health check by a medic and an order to rest and drink plenty later, Seonghwa and Hongjoong led Yunho back to the hotel. He nearly fell asleep on Seonghwa’s shoulder in the elevator but was shaken awake by Hongjoong. He whined.

“You can sleep soon, you big baby”, Hongjoong said fondly, “just, you scared us today. Really scared us and I hate to think what would have happened if The Rose-hyungs hadn’t found you. We’ll talk about that another time but for now be prepared to have five anxious dongsaengs fuss over you.”

The captain unlocked the door and as soon as they entered the hotel room, Mingi practically assaulted Yunho with a tight, comforting hug.

“What happened? Yunho, why were you with The Rose-sunbaenims?”, Mingi asked, never letting go. Yunho was content to be just held.

“Well, the The Rose-hyungs found me, actually”, Yunho said and couldn’t help but brag: “Woosung-hyung called me a ‘delight’.”

Mingi’s shocked and envious face definitely was worth getting heat exhaustion.

But he would never dare admit that particular sentiment to his Hongjoong-hyung.

Yunho liked living.

Notes: Guys, I’m not from America and have never been to Coachella. I tried to research a bit but I couldn’t really find much about security and backstage areas for the artists. I doubt they will just walk around with the other people though, so a more comfortable and sanitary backstage area is what I imagine. Correct me if I am wrong and get me a ticket then:) 

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much or more than I did writing this crossover!

#kpop #kpop sickfic #the rose #ateez #ateez sickfic #sickfic #sick ateez #kpop sick #sick the rose #emeto #ateez & the rose crossover #heat exhaustion #coachella #⌛🌹 #⌛ #🌹 #🧚🏻‍♀️ #❤️ #🐶

[lavandulacosmos]

Inktober Day 21: CHAINS [ATEEZ X Six of Crows]

Jongho (Specht) & Mingi (Kuwei)

The room was all white as all the others, but hardly bare. Its long tables were full of beakers set over low blue flames and glass vials full of powders in varying shades of oranges. One wall was devoted to a massive slate board covered in equations, the other to blooming jurda plants, and chained to the middle of the room was a Shu boy, staring at them with distrustful eyes. "Where is Bo Yul-Bayur?" San asked even as Jongho kneeled close to him and checked the chains holding him hostage. "He is dead," he said. "Have you come to kill me, too?" "No," Jongho answered, cutting a glare at his companions, "we came to rescue you."

[ATEEZ days - Part 2]

#art #inktober #inktober2023 #ateez #ateez x six of crows #six of crows #jongho #mingi #atzsource #ateez fanart #myart #ateezdays #jonghomies #back with the soc crossover #because the last lag of inktober will be absolutely self-indulgent #so here is a twist to the first kuwei scene #and of course jongho would handle the rescue operation

[dresserupper22]

hii!!!

im new to tumblr so pls be nice :3

my online username is ddeonu/dresserupper, but you can call me jessie. i'm 15, turning 16 in a few months,, i like to draw and i like to talk about my interests

i lovelovelove LOVE kpop especially ateez, i sing but not that good at it. i also rlly like music, i have a wide palette of genres,, i mostly listen to metal rock, kpop, afro, r&b, jazz, hip-hop and other stuff!!

i like action kdramas, cartoons, and animation moviess

i dont have any tws but put warning beforehand so i know what i'm getting myself into,,

#intro post #introduction #tmnt crossover #digital art #tmnt 2012 #ateez #artwork #kpop

[uhlatcha]

BEGINNING OF END - ATEEZ DREAM CATCHER AU - CHAPTER TWO: HONGJOONG'S DREAM

AO3 | WATTPAD | MASTERLIST | PLAYLIST

STORY SUMMARY: A group of teenager boys found confort in each other and in the dreams they share, but what they don't know is that a group of girls in a boarding school not far from their city, who hide a powerful secret can change completely their lives, puting not only their dreams in danger, but also the destiny of the world.

FANDOMS: DREAMCATCHER AND ATEEZ

WORD COUNT: 2626 

GENRE: FANFIC, SCIFI, FANTASY, MISTERY.

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of fiction influenced by Ateez and Dreamcatcher respective lores. I used a lot of references and canon stuff, but also made some changes so both worlds can work together.

NOTES: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, ANY FEEDBACKAS ARE WELCOME.

CHAPTER TWO: HONGJOONG'S DREAM

Hongjoong’s dream wasn’t always the same. Some things changed from time to time. But two things were constant. He was always alone, and he was sleeping, until someone’s steps woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, there was a man, all dressed in black, staring at him under a fedora hat.

Hongjoong never saw the man’s face, because of the mask he wore, and the man never spoke to him, just held a weird golden hourglass in his direction. And even though Hongjoong was afraid of the stranger, he never wanted to try to escape from the man. It was like he was his destiny, and he wasn’t afraid of facing it.

When he woke up, it was like a bomb had just dropped, making him lose his pace, his ears were zunning and he felt kinda lost, not knowing where he was. The night was hot, and he was sweating and panting.

It’s just a dream. He repeated to himself more times than he could count. But the truth was the sometimes, that felt so real, much more like a vision, a deja vu.

Hongjoong looked around, trying to find out where he was, since he wasn’t on his bed in the school dorm. He felt the leather fabric under his hands and knew exactly where he was.

The only light was the weak silver light of the crescent moon coming from a hole in the ceiling of the warehouse. Dammit, he stayed longer than he expected there and ended up falling asleep. He would end up in trouble again at the dorms.

He should have listened to Seonghwa when he told him to go back to the dorms, but he didn’t, and now there was no point in going back, it was already too late. The smart thing to do was to go back to the school early in the morning.

He laid down on the couch again, trying to be comfortable, but the vivid dream was still in his mind. He didn’t remember when the dream started, but it had followed him since he could remember, at least once a month, sometimes more. However, he never told anyone about that weird dream, or the strange man in the fedora hat. And even though he researched allot about dreams, he didn’t find anything helpful about what the dream could mean.

“It was just a dream” he repeated, aloud, letting the sleep crawl over his mind as he was alone in the warehouse.

***

Over San’s bed were both of his school uniforms. He only wore his old uniform for three months, then his parents told him they had to move again, and there was nothing he could do besides packing his this. He stayed for such a short time in the old school, and knowing how thing work, he didn’t even tried to make friends, he knew sooner or later he would move to another place, and leave everything behind, so why make an effort?

He looked at his new student ID and his new uniform, laying beside the old one. His parents had promised they would stay longer this time, that they were not going to have to move to another place for a while, but they had made that promise before, in vain, so hi wasn’t really looking forward to go to his new school, or to meet new people. He had accepted that was his life, being alone and going from city to city in a couple months.

He picked up his new uniform. He needed to get ready for his first day of school, right in the middle of the semester. He went down the stairs when was ready, carrying his school bag in his shoulder. The breakfast was on the table, with a note from his mother.

“Had to go to work earlier than I expected, sorry for not being able to give you a ride on your first day. Eat your breakfast and text me later to tell me how school was.

-I love you, mom.”

He grabbed a toast and a cup of juice. He didn’t care to sit, just finished the food by the sink and headed to school, ready to spend another day being alone and invisible

San loved his parents, but he missed the time he was younger and used to live with his grandparents. When things in his life were more stable, when he had a routine that worked for more than just a few months, when he had friends.

Now however, he had traveled through almost half the country, staying in each place for just a few months because of his parents’ work. He had been in six different schools only in the last two years, and even though he managed to keep his good grades, keeping friends was a lot harder, so he stopped trying at some point.

But there was something about that city that made him optimistic. The city in particular was so small that reminded San of the city where he grew up and lived with his grandparents, which was a good thing. Even though he wasn’t exactly happy about the move, he could at least enjoy the small town air.

*** Yunho set his alarm for much earlier that morning. It was his first day back at school in a few weeks and he wanted to leave the house before meeting his parents. They thought that Yunho wasn’t ready to return to class yet after the accident. Yunho, in turn, couldn’t stand spending so much time at home. He understood that his parents were still emotionally shaken by the loss of his brother, he was too. But staying at home was only making the situation worst.

So he prepared his uniform and material the night before, woke up early in the morning and left before his parents ha woken up, so they couldn't try to convince him not to go. He also texted Hongjoong the night before, asking him if he could stay at his dorm if he arrived at school to early, but he didn’t got any answer, so he texted Seonghwa, who agreed to go to school earlier to help Yunho with all the homework he lost.

He met Seonghwa on the bus, they talked a lot, more about school matters, what made Yunho feel a lot better. Seonghwa and his other friends had visited him while he was out of school because of his brother’s death. They did their best to try make Yunho talk bout his grief, but he wasn't very good at t. His pain was his on, he didn’t want to make his friends carry his weight. So he asked then to talk about other things with him, Hongjoong was specially very good at making Yunho feel comfortable, and Yunho thought part of it was because he was very likely his brother, and having such presence around him made him feel less lonely, but none less guilty.

“Do you want to go to the warehouse after school? We can finish some homework and then play a bit of basketball.” Seonghwa suggested, they were sitting at the library, Yunho was a bit lost in thoughts for a while but Seonghwa’s words brought him back.

“Yes, sure.” Yunho said. “It will be good to reunite with the whole gang.” he said, smiling weakly.

“Good.” Seonghwa said, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “And talking about the gang… Jongho just texted me, him and Woo just arrived.”

“Let’s go meet them” Yunho said, picking up his notebooks.

***

Jongho was by the school gates with his friends from the basketball team, they were ll teasing each other because of the last game, but he wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation. He was waiting for someone.

He was playing with the juice box he brought when he saw her. Han Soojin.She was, as always, focused on her on word, a book in hand, not even paying much attention on the way.

“Hey, Han Soojin.” Jongho said, when she almost past through him without noticing his presence. She looked startled but someone suddenly calling her, but then she sw it was Jongho.

“Hey” she said, smiling politely at him; “Whats up?”

“Just wanted to say hi, and give you this.” He said, handling her the juice box.

“Is it for me?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes, its you favorite right?” he said, putting his hands on his pockets nd trying to look cool.

“Yes, but why are you giving me this?”

“I just wanted to thank you for your help.” he explained. the girl had been helping him with the school tasks for the past week. Even though he didn’t needed any help, but Soojin didn’t knew it.

“Oh, thank you, but you didn’t had to.”

“It was nothing.” Jongho said, brushing it off. “Our study session later today is still up?” he asked, trying not to sound to desperate and pathetic.

“Sure,after your practice, on the library?” she said.

“Actually… do you mind if we study at my house? My mother asked me to stay at home and wait for the plumber, we have a problem with the kitchen plumbing. Would that be too much of a problem?”

She hesitated for a few seconds, thinking about it.

“We can study at my front yard.” he said, trying to make her fell more comfortable.

“I just have to ask my mom first.” she said. “So she can pick me up when we finish. I’ll text her and give you an answer by lunch time, but I think it will not be a problem.”

“Cool.” he said, smiling.

“See you at lunch then.” she said, then walk away.

“See ya.” Jongho said.” And thank you for the help again.”

She smiled shyly and walked away, as Jongho stayed, looking at her with a silly expression.

“Choi Jongho” Wooyoung said with a teasing tone. “Look at you, all lovey dovey with the teachers’ favorite.”

“Shut up.” Jongho said, rolling his eyes to his friend who he didn’t even noticed had arrived.

“Did she already found out you don’t need help wit your grade at all?” Wooyoung asked. He knew Jongho was one of the best students at school, he was just using the tutoring thing as an excuse to spent time with Soojin.

“No… We’ll at least she didn’t gave me any signs that she knows.” Jongho commented.

“Maybe she does know and jst doesn’t want to embarrass you because she is too nice.” Wooyoung said.

“Maybe.” Jongho said. But the truth was that he didn’t care about her reasons, he was happy just to spend some time with her.

“You should just confess to her.” Wooyoung said.

“Not until I am sure she likes me too.” Jongho said. “I don’t want to be rejected.”

“Of course she likes you, dumb ass. You are the captain of the basketball team, all the girls have a crush on you.”

“She’s not like the other girls.” Jongho said.

“Bullshit” Wooyoung said. “You are just being a coward.”

“That’s not of your business, okay? Just forge tit, and don’t talk abuot it with the other, or I’ll punch you in the face.

“Okay Mr. Muscles… ” Wooyoung said, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s go to meet Yunho.”

“Wait… is Yunho back?” Jongho asked, surprised and excited.

“Yes, Seonghwa texted me and told me they are at the library doing late homework, but they are coming to meet me at the courtyard since I was banned from the library.”

Jongho laughed at his friend, who had been banned from the library for speaking too loud, Then they went together to the courtyard to finally meet their friend.

*** Yeosang kept his eyes fixated on the car window, watching as the figures of students and trees they passed by. It was a beautiful morning, it was shame that his father was complaining so early in the morning about how irresponsible and selfish he was.

“Yeosang, are you paying attention?” his father asked, stopping the car by the school gates

He wasn’t paying attention, was too lost on his thoughts while looked through the the window. He spent so much time practicing emptying his mind to not listen to his father complaints that now was hard to actual listen to him.

“I’m sorry.” Yeosang said, quietly,unfasten the seat belt and grabbing his backpack.

“You need to be more attentive.” His father scolded him. “If I receive one more complaint about you not paying attention to classes, I wont let you keep frequenting this stupid clube” His father said. “Do you understand it?”

“Yes, father.” He said and left the car, walking towards the court yard, where he sat alone, finally breathing.

He was so stressed, a stress that only grew at each day. His father was being even more of a control freak since he had found out Yeosang Joined a new club at school, a club he didn’t considered would be helpful to his well calculated and successful future.

Yeosang by his turn just wanted a hobby, he just wanted to do something he had choose, instead of something his parents wanted him to do.

Yeosang was sat minding his own problems when a commotion dragged his attention.

Song Mingi had just bumped at someone. Yeosang didn’t knew the boy, he had never seen him around before, but the boy was smart enough not to talk back at Mingi, probably because he notice how tall he was, and also, because of his threatening look.

So the boy onlu looked down to recolect his books Mingi had made him drop. After Mingi had left, Yeosang helped the boy, since of his books had felt really close to Yeosang.

“Thank you.” The boy said. “What is his problem by the way?”

“You might be new here if you don’t know Song Mingi’s attitude” Yeosang said. “Just stay away from him and you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks for the advice.” The boy said. “I am San, by the way.”

“I am Yeosang.”

“Do you happen to know where the literature class is?” San asked, showing Yeosang a sheet of paper with his schedules.

“I do, I can take you there.” Yeosang said, then he hear another commotion.

Most people couldn’t understand how Mingi actually had friends, how he became best friends with Jeong Yunho, the most bright and kind boy in the whole school, was a bigger mystery.

Mingi was quite the opposite of Yunho. He was a loner, a loser. He had a very hostile attitude towards most of the students and teachers. He was the one with bad grades and a bad attitude.

“HEY JEONG YUNHO.” Mingi shouted from the other side of the country yard. All the students seemed to froze at the sound of his deep voice.

Yeosng saw Yunho turn around slowly, a serious expression on his face. The whole place was in complete silence as Yunho grinned and Mingi pointed an accusatory finger to him. All the students seemed to get ready to witness a big fight. That was Song Mingi, the trouble maker. When Song Mingi shouts your name in the middle of the courtyard, it can’t be a good thing.

“Things seem about to get heat.”San commented.

Yunho was a bit taller than Mingi. Maybe he stood a chance. That was what the students who were watching the scene were thinking.

But what happened was way more of a shock. Yunho walked towards THE Song Mingi and hugged him. And Mingi hugged him back, with a big smile on his lips.

“It’s good to have you back.” Mingi said, taping his back.

“Is good to be back.” Yunho said. “I missed you, bro.”

“That was shocking.” San commented.

But that wasn’t new to Yeosang. Most of the students didn't understand the case with Yunho and his other friends, which were a very odd group. How the best student, the art kid, the social butterfly, the jock, the class clown and the loner end up together was a mystery for who was outside of the situation. But the truth was that how they ended up together didn’t matter, what matter, was why, were they together.

And soon, San and Yeosang would discover the reason.  

#DREAMCATCHER FANFIC #ATEEZ FANFIC #KPOP FANFIC #CROSSOVER #FANTASY #SCIFI #MISTERY #DREAMCATCHER #ATEEZ #JIU #SUA #HANDONG #SIYEON #GAHYEON #YOOHYEON #DAMI #UHLATCHA #WRITING #BEGINNING OF END #DEJAVU

[sheepsanfluff]

Stealing Both Hearts and Minds 🖤

#ateez san #san #persona #persona 5 #crossover #au #art #sheepo art #ateez

[ohanny]

park seonghwa 🤝 tanada yoh

#so we now know which bl seonghwa would be #ateez x taikan yoho the crossover event of the century

[christinesolstice]

You're My Type

Summary: Jimin has not been in a relationship in years even though his best friend, Taehyung, and Taehyung's boyfriend, Seokjin, often invite him into their relationship and into their bed. Jimin decides he wants a night out dancing and convinces his best friend to go with him. What he doesn't expect is to meet a six-foot tall, golden haired man that he can't keep his eyes nor his hands off of. Will this blossom into something more?

“Come ooonnnn TaeTae, you know you want to go with meeee.” Jimin pouted at his best friend, his hand tugging on Taehyung's short-sleeved shirt, doing his best to appear overly sad and wounded.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and laid his head back on the leather couch, his brown curls falling into disarray. Taehyung pressed the pause button on the game controller he was holding and huffed loudly in semi-annoyance. By now, he was well used to Jimin’s neediness, and most of the time he found it endearing. But Taehyung had waited months for this new shooter game to come out and his boyfriend had stood in line for hours for the midnight release, just to be able to surprise Taehyung with the game for his birthday.

~

Jimin and Taehyung had been best friends since their Senior year of high school. Jimin was being picked on by the school’s biggest bully and had been tripped onto the concrete outside of the school, his uniform pants ripping at the knee and his leg skinned and bleeding from his fall. The bully had just called Jimin a, “fucking fairy freak,” when Taehyung, the new kid in school, had come up and punched the bully square in the face. Taehyung had then grabbed Jimin’s smaller hand, jerked him up off of the ground and took off running, dragging Jimin after him. They had made it two blocks away from the school before they both collapsed against a fence, panting heavily. Jimin looked up, eyeing Taehyung warily and Taehyung gave him a huge boxy smile. “I think that counts as my exercise for the week,” Taehyung had said, causing Jimin to laugh for the first time in what felt like months.

After that moment, the two had become practically inseparable. One could rarely ever be seen without the other one. You could say that, in a way, they had fallen for each other at first punch.

Jimin and Taehyung had spent every day that they could together, even enrolling into the same art college – Jimin going into fashion design and Taehyung into photography. In their first year of college, they were even able to share a dorm room and together they shared the struggling artist lifestyle. After college they were able to find a small apartment that they could afford with their side jobs as they worked towards making their dreams come true. They were each other’s best friend, most trusted confidant and eventually they even became lovers for a time before realizing that it would never work out between them romantically, and so while they decided to share intimacy, they also decided not be romantically involved.

Taehyung had been Jimin’s first, in many ways. Taehyung was Jimin’s first real kiss, his first real date, his first all-night cuddle buddy, his first sexual encounter in any way and, eventually, became the one to take Jimin’s virginity. Taehyung was definitely not as innocent as Jimin when they met, but Taehyung experienced a lot of his firsts with Jimin as well. For the first time, Taehyung had someone that he could trust with every single piece of his being, every single piece of his heart. For once in his life, he felt as though he could sleep safely and peacefully through the night, his best friend curled into his side, the smell of Jimin’s usual peach shampoo filling his senses.

~

“Tonight is supposed to be my night in, my night to MYSELF.” Tae grumbled. “WHY exactly are you here anyway?” he asked, lifting his head to glare at his best friend, the second love of his life, before pointedly pressing the start button to resume his game, the sound of video game gunfire filling the large but cozy living room.

Jimin’s pout intensified on his plush lips as he slumped down onto the couch.

“I just wanted to go out and have some fun with my best friend who NEVER has time for me anymore, is that really so wrong?” he asked sadly, fingering the sun pendant that was hanging on a silver chain around his neck. Taehyung had gifted him the pendant when Jimin scored his first big designer gig and Jimin had worn it religiously every day since.

Taehyung smirked as he shot down an enemy sniper in the game. “Let’s be for real, seeing as how you stay the night here four times a week would suggest that I have more than enough time for you. You don’t want to “have some fun” with me, you just want to get that fat ass laid by someone that you don’t have to feel guilty about,” he said teasingly, knocking his shoulder into his friend’s.

Jimin sat up straight at that, pertly crossing his black denim-clad legs, his black chelsea boots gleaming underneath the overhead lights. Jimin gave an offended sniff and glared at his friend. “For one,” he stated, “I do NOT have a fat ass! And for two, there is nothing wrong with getting a little action now and then from someone who won’t harass me about being a third boyfriend!”

“Who’s getting a little action?” a voice behind them interrupted. Jimin turned his head to see Taehyung’s boyfriend, Seokjin, walking into the room, apparently just getting home from work since he was still in in his suit from the office.

Seokjin was one of Seoul’s top prosecuting attorneys. How Taehyung’s starving artist self was able to bag him, Jimin still didn’t understand, but the two had been dating for close to two years now and Jimin couldn’t have been happier for them, if not a little jealous at times. Jimin didn’t like sharing what was his, and Taehyung was definitely his first, a fact that he constantly reminded Seokjin of when he first started dating Taehyung. It was only after Seokjin had assured Jimin that he would never be replaced, that Jimin finally started loosening his claws a little bit. However, sometimes Jimin was a little jealous of Taehyung as well, even if he WAS happy for him. How could he not be jealous after all? Seokjin not only had a prominent career, but he was loaded AND was one of the most handsome men that Jimin had ever laid eyes on. He was so handsome, in fact, that Jimin had almost said yes when Taehyung and Seokjin had invited him into their bed and into their relationship.

Instead, Jimin, after thinking seriously about it for quite some time, decided to turn down their offer for a relationship. He knew that Taehyung loved him, just as much as he loved Taehyung and he knew that they both wanted him to join their relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to agree. While Jimin loved hooking up and the sex was amazing with both of them involved, when it came to actual relationships he was rather old fashioned, which is why it had been years since he had been in one. His refusal, however, did not stop Seokjin from spoiling him almost as much as Seokjin spoiled Taehyung. Nor did it stop Seokjin and Taehyung from asking him to be their third or from giving Jimin toe-curling orgasms. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon to find Jimin spending the night at their condo, winding up squashed in bed between the two, Seokjin’s arm under his head and Taehyung lulling him to sleep with gentle and sweet kisses after they had both wrung him dry, his throat parched from moaning and his ass sore from their thoroughness.

~

Jimin had just gotten home from work and was starting to prepare dinner for himself and Taehyung when Taehyung barged through the door of their apartment, talking excitedly about some “hot guy” that he had met at the gallery where Tae was going to have his upcoming photography exhibition. Taehyung had then woken Jimin up excitedly when Seokjin had called him to ask him out on a date, and then proceeded to make Jimin sit through a mini fashion show as Taehyung had tried on every article of clothing he owned, before deciding to wear clothes from Jimin’s closet, stating that his own were just not sexy enough. Jimin held his jealousy in for the first few dates that Taehyung went on, until one night when Taehyung didn’t come home until after two in the morning. Jimin had waited up, pacing, not used to being home alone that late. Taehyung had, at last, come through the door. His hair was a complete wreck, hickies lining his collar bones and a blissed-out expression on his face from being thoroughly fucked.

At first, Jimin was very distrustful of the man. After all, no one had ever been able to take his Taehyungie’s attention away from him and because of that fact alone, Jimin had been determined to hate Seokjin in every single way, for all his existence if he had to. Then the night came when Taehyung, decked out in a new leather jacket from his boyfriend, had begged Jimin to at least come out and eat dinner with them, and try to get to know Seokjin. After an hour of Taehyung begging and pleading and even promising Jimin the best blow job that he had ever received, Jimin finally succumbed to the pressure when Taehyung had held him down and began tickling him.

Jimin was NOT happy about going out to eat with them even though Seokjin was the most handsome man he had ever seen, and that Seokjin was every part an upright gentleman. Seokjin had arrived at the apartment that Jim and Taehyung shared, with a bouquet of flowers for both of the young men. Seokjin had held the car door opened for both of them, the restaurant door open for both of them and even told Jimin to order whatever he wanted to eat and drink, no matter what the cost. Jimin spent most of the evening trying to keep a pleasant look on his face, but would wind up scowling every time Seokjin touched Taehyung, not realizing it until Taehyung would kick him under the table. Once the wine started sinking into his systems, Jimin found himself noticing the flush on Seokjin’s cheeks and thinking, “cute,” without realizing it. Once he realized what he had thought, he mentally berated himself and steeled his resolve back into hatred for the man across the table from him. It was when Taehyung had made one of his terrible dad jokes, accompanied by his charming boxy smile, that Seokjin threw his head back and let out a loud and genuine honking laugh, his eyes crinkling up, that Jimin’s ice started to defrost. It took a few more outings for Jimin to really start warming up to Taehyung’s new boyfriend, but Jimin had never been able to refuse his Taehyungie anything, and that included liking Seokjin. Seokjin had tried, several times, to gift Jimin with things like he did Taehyung, but Jimin resolutely refused to accept every single one of the gifts.

Seokjin was thrilled when Taehyung bounced into his condo one night with a semi-reluctant Jimin in tow, stating that Jimin was going to stay the night too. Jimin apologized for Taehyung springing the overnight stay on Seokjin last minute, but Seokjin waved away his apology, stating that Jimin was more than welcome to come over any time, day or night. The three had spent the night watching movies and eating way too much food and it seemed that every hour that passed, Jimin’s heart melted a little more towards the older man. During one particularly scary movie, Taehyung had supposedly become so freaked out that he climbed into his boyfriend’s arms, dragging Jimin with him, becoming sandwiched in between his boyfriend and his best friend, clinging onto both of them for dear life. Jimin had looked over the top of Taehyung’s head to catch Seokjin’s eye. Seokjin smiled and gave Jimin a cheesy wink before kissing the side of Taehyung’s head and turning his attention back to their movie. Jimin had burrowed into Taehyung’s side, biting his lip in deep thought about the man that Taehyung had sprung into their lives, trying to decide if he could really accept it or not.

Once the movie had ended, Jimin stood up quickly, announcing that he had something important to say. Jimin paced back and forth in front of the coffee table while Seokjin and Taehyung sat side-by-side, their eyes glued to the beautiful man in front of them.

Jimin ranted about how for the first time, he felt that he was losing Taehyung. He stated how their relationship had changed so much since Seokjin had come into his Taehyungie’s life and that Jimin felt as though he had been replaced. Seokjin started to pale, and Taehyung tried to interject but Jimin held his hand up for silence and took a deep, steadying breath. He exhaled slowly and looked Seokjin dead in the eyes.

“I guess if I have to lose my Taehyungie.. at least… at least it’s to a great man like you. But there will be rules to this, after all, Taehyungie was mine first. I get first dibs on him until you two have been together for over a year, that way I have time to get used to losing him. You will have him home to me a reasonable time after dates unless he plans to stay the night with you. Protection is a MUST for your sex life, no matter how much he begs for you to go in raw and trust me, he WILL beg for it. You need to know that I, as his best friend, will always come first. Sometimes I will need to be held, sometimes kissed and Taehyung has ALWAYS filled that role. Now, since you two are in a relationship, I will not ask for sex or things like that, but the rest of it has to be fair game. And I reserve the right to add, expand or delete from these rules any time that I please. ”

Both Seokjin and Taehyung sat in shock for a few second before Taehyung yelled in happiness at Jimin’s grudging acceptance and launched himself over the coffee table to tackle his best friend to the ground, squirming all over him and leaving heavy kisses all over Jimin’s face and sputtering mouth. “I KNEW you’d start to like him Jiminie!” Taehyung had crowed happily, rubbing his nose on Jimin’s cheek as Jimin wrapped his arms around his waist tightly. “I just don’t want you to forget about me,” Jimin said sadly, and Taehyung pulled back to look at him in shock. “I would NEVER forget about you! Ever! You’re MY Jiminie and I’m YOUR Taehyungie okay?” Taehyung whispered gently to him before tipping Jimin’s chin up to kiss his lips gently. Jimin clung onto Taehyung and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Seokjin had sat back, watching their antics for a few moments before he cleared his throat, causing the younger men to remember that he was in the room with them. “While, I am beyond happy that you’ve decided to accept me, Jimin, and I do accept your rules, I must admit that I have some rules of my own.” Both of the younger men sat up in surprise, Taehyung looking at his boyfriend in confusion while Jimin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Seeing Jimin’s look, Seokjin let out on of his big honking laughs. “It’s nothing like that,” he stated, waving his hands.

“First, Jimin, you must start accepting the fact that I’m going to spoil you as well. If you’re in my boyfriend’s life then you’re in my life and I tend to spoil those in my life. Secondly, I do not want to hear any more apologizing or you suggesting that you’re putting me out. You could come over every single time that Tae does, and it would STILL never put me out, if my puppy is happy then I’m happy.”

Taehyung wiggled in Jimin’s arms, “Didn’t I tell you that he was great?!” he said happily.

“Thirdly, I want you to try to realize that I will never take Tae away from you and I have no intention to do so. Tae explained your relationship to me on our first date and I told him that I would accept it in all of it’s entirety and I have, I always will. You’ll find that I can be a jealous man at times, but like you, I cannot resist giving into our boy. Plus, I like you. Tae and I have even discussed you being our third.”

Jimin choked at this, thoroughly shocked at what he heard. “Y-you…you talked about what?!” Taehyung turned in lap and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck. “Come on, Jiminie, I love you and you love me. And I also love Jinnie, so what could be better than the three of us together? Plus,” Tae leaned in to whisper in Jimin’s ear, “You should see the size of his dick!’

“Yah! Taehyung!” Seokjin mock-yelled, his ears turning as red as Jimin’s cheeks.

Seokjin cleared his throat again, “Anyway, I know that there will be times when you and Taehyung will want the intimacy that you share, and I want you to know that I’m okay with that, truly. You give to him something that I never could. “

Jimin looked at the older man in confusion, his brow furrowing. “What can I give him that you can’t?” Jimin asked.

“You can give him yourself, your memories. You’re his safe place, Jimin, and I would never dare to take that away from him.”

~

Seokjin leaned over the couch to kiss his boyfriend on the top of the head before leaning to the side to kiss Jimin’s upturned lips in greeting.

“Jimin wants to go to the club so he can get laid by someone other than us.” Taehyung said and then started shouting as an enemy player took him out, flopping himself backwards and crossing him arms in his tantrum.

Seokjin perched on the back of the couch, loosening his tie, rand arched his eyebrow. “And? What’s wrong with that?” he asked, causing Jimin to stick his tongue out at his best friend in triumph. Taehyung twisted around, placing his hands on his boyfriend’s thigh, and pouted up at him. “It’s my night to stay innnnnnn,” he whined.

Seokjin chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately. “Now, puppy, doesn’t Jimin share you with me?”

“Yeah…”

“Well maybe you should share Jimin with other people, yeah?”

Taehyung squinted his eyes at his boyfriend, “I DO share him with people. I share him with you several times a week!”

“That’s not the same!”

“That’s not the same!”

Both Jimin and Seokjin replied, causing Taehyung to grumble.

“C’mon Tae-Tae...” Jimin said using his cutest voice, falling to the floor on his knees in front of his friend.

“Jiminie... I really do-oohhh…” Taehyung moaned as Jimin began caressing his length through his sweat pants. Taehyung inhaled deeply as Seokjin chuckled. “That’s not fair Jiminah!”

Jimin gave his best puppy dog eyes.

“Pretty please Taehyungie?” he whispered, before lowering his lids into what the couple referred to as his “Siren Gaze”. “I’ll give you such a good blow job if you go with me…I’ll even let you fuck my face.”

“Good god,” Seokjin laughed, “If you don’t take him up on it, then I will, puppy.”

Taehyung pushed Jimin’s hands away from him and sat up, his half-hard cock visible under his pants. “Fine! You win! I’ll go!” Jimin squealed in excitement and pushed a grumbling Taehyung to the bedroom so he could pick out their clothes for the night.

“Yah! Call Jungkook and see if he can go with you!” Seokjin yelled after them, knowing that once alcohol entered their system, they could be a handful and that Jungkook was at least intimidating enough to keep the truly weird creeps away from his men.

“Anything you say beautiful!” Jimin yelled back.

#bts crossover #btsfanfic #bts #ateez fanfiction #ateez #ateez crossover #park jimin #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #jeong yunho #jung wooyoung #choi san #kim hongjoong #male/male #park jimin fanfic #jeong yunho fanfic #jeong yunho smut #park jimin smut #kim taehyung smut #kim seokjin smut #kim seokjin x kim taeyhung #park jimin x jeong yunho #kim taehyung x park jimin x kim seokjin #jeon jungkook smut #kim hongjoong smut #kim hongjoon x jeon jungkook #woosan #jung wooyoung x choi san

[noonaishere]

I have Baldur’s Gate 3 brainrot (but don’t worry, I’m editing my fic!) so here are which member I think would be which of the romance options (that I am aware of, there’s probably more but I still haven’t finished act one):

Minthara - Efficient. Practical. A go-getter. In charge. This is Hongjoong. (Minus the evilness. She’s Character Not Appearing In My Game because she was rude to me - among other things - and I snuffed her. I dyed her armor Indigo and put it on Astarion, it looks so good on him. Sorry, Joong.)

Gale - A colossal nerd. Gargantuan nerd. So nerdy that he learned all the magic there was to learn. So much of a nerd about magic that he landed the goddess of magic? This is Seonghwa.

 Karlach - The bouncy retriever energy? The Just Happy To Be Here attitude and doing little dances when she’s bored? She’s also a giant? Hi Yunho, what are you doing in my game? Yunho, 100%. 

Shadowheart - Perfect hair? Doesn’t remember shit? Definitely has a skincare regimen? WAY too pretty to be doing this adventuring shit? Slightly scathing? Hi Yeosang.

Wyll - Just a good, wholesome man who wants to hero around for a while and then settle down. A romantic. His dad is pretty famous. Whoops, he has a Dark Secret (because this is dnd and everyone does in dnd). This is San. (San's Dark Secret is that he's a fucking weirdo when the cameras aren't on him.)

Halsin - Mingi. Mingi’s constant body waves translate to Halsin’s DTF nature (in nature) in my mind. Also: he’s a giant. 

Astarion - Surprising exactly no one: Wooyoung. It's the theatricality for me. It’s the flirtatiousness for me. He’s babygirling left, right, and all over the place… and so is Astarion. (Calling people “darling”? Jagiya, please.)

Lae’zel - Jongho. She has Boss Baby energy, and if he doesn’t encompass that, I don’t know anything. (I'm kind of getting "Jongho complaining that he has no chemistry with the other members and then the other members saying he refuses to do anything with them" energy from her).

#Baldur's Gate 3 #ateez #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #this is the kind of post where the fandom crossover is literally just ME lol #but I was sitting here thinking about Astarion giving Wooyoung Energy and in about five minutes by brain had 7 of the 8 figured out #I couldn't remember Minthara's name lol

[asherthehimbo]

Always Black Cats And Bitter Coffee: Chapter 4 [part 7]

Chapter 4 [part 7] : husbands

[Next -> CHAPTER 4: bonus]

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JFW2k24 February:

Day 1 - Yunho Y/N NSFW

Day 2 - Juyeon / Hyunjin Crossover NSFW

Day 3 - Yeonjun & Beomgyu

Day 4 - Woosan

Day 5 - Felix Y/N NSFW

Day 6 - Yungi NSFW

Day 7 - Chanhee & Changmin

Day 8 - Sangyeon / Soobin Crossover NSFW

Day 9 - Verkwan

Day 10 - Chanlix NSFW

Day 11 - Bbangju

Day 12 - Younghoon Y/N

Day 13 - Minsung

Day 14 - Ateez OT8 NSFW

Day 15 - Juyeon / Hyunjin

Day 16 - Apocalypse AU pt 5

Day 17 - JiHope

Day 18 - Verkwan / DK NSFW

Day 19 - Bbangmil

Day 20 - Wooyoung Y/N NSFW

Day 21 - Jumil

Day 22 - Sunkyu

Day 23 - Minkev (Mingi / Kevin)

Day 24 - Hyunjin / Juyeon NSFW

Day 25 - Eric Y/N

Day 26 - Yeonbin / OC

Day 27 - Juric

Day 28 - Apocalypse AU pt 7

Day 29 - Mingi Y/N NSFW

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #yunho x y/n #yunho x reader #the boyz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #the boyz smut #stray kids smut #crossover ships #txt fanfic #omegaverse #mpreg #felix x y/n #felix x reader #txt smut #seventeen fanfic #younghoon x reader #Younghoon x y/n #bts fanfic #seventeen smut #mingi x y/n #mingi x reader

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@userdramas event 01: Favourite

Ateez x Vincenzo

#userdramas #crossover #my faves as my faves #Kim hongjoong #Hongjoong #Vincenzo #park seonghwa #Seonghwa #chayoung #ateez #Ateez art #art #fanart #kpop #kdrama