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chaerssss · 10 months

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✧*̥˚ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ....*̥˚✧

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ:-19ᴋ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ:- ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴅᴀʏ.

ᴛʏᴘᴇ:- ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ.

ʜʏᴜɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ

Part 2

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People described you as a walking time capsule. Just because you liked clicking pictures and journal every little thing that went on in your life. Without realising you helped a lot of people in this way. It was a habit of yours to always carry a Polaroid camera, if not then the camera app was always open on your phone. It was because of your mother that you liked to treasure things... treasure moments, to feel the emotions that went through you at that exact time. So, here you are sitting on your couch. The drizzling outside calms you as you look through your Camera and walk through the memory lane of your love life....

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○Kim Hongjoong○

"Come on y/n or we're going to be late." Hongjoong whispered in your ear, carefully tugging down the sheets that hid your small body. "Wakey wakey burrito.." he teased and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. But how could you? How could you possibly have the strength to get up after the crazy night with Hongjoong? Your legs felt like jelly. As much as you wanted to move them, they disobeyed. Oh and your back was on the verge of giving up.

Your heavy eye lids managed to open themselves but you pulled the blanket up till your chin. Suddenly, all the memories from last night came rushing in. "...I need holy water." You mumbled. "Oh you're up.." Hongjoong greeted you with his adorable smile. It was like you got scammed because how the heck does he manage to pull up this façade of being an angel when he is no less than a demon in bed.

Hongjoong gave you a peck. Another peck. And another peck, "Join me in the shower.." he said as his hands carressed your cheek. "No." You spit out. You admit it was fun seeing his soft expression transform into that of astonishment. "I do not trust you, whatsoever!"

Hongjoong chuckled at your cute reactions, he fell in love with them a long time ago. Your nose scrunches, Your wide eyes, Your pouty lips..."So pretty..." He wondered aloud. "If you don't want me to touch you then don't be so pretty..." His hand slowly reached your face. It was obvious he wanted something, but oh as much as you wanted to you were in no condition to give him that. So, you pulled the sheets and hid your face.

After a lot of convincing, and making promises. You agreed to join him in the shower. Surprisingly, he didn't lay a hand on you. Well expect for massaging your scalp.

Your legs were crossed as you sat on the bathroom countertop. Hongjoong had lent you his shirt, you have no idea why but he compelled you to wear it. There he stood, in front of you, drying his wet hair in a simple black t-shirt. The tattoo being exposed, was probably the hottest thing. 'You have to control yourself Y/n...'. Your hands opened your phone and you took a snap.

So, you won't forget how happy he made you. How...he riled you up so much doing the bare minimum. At the same time, how fuzzy he made your insides that you just wanted to embrace him forever. That was the story behind this photo.

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○Park Seonghwa○

Nothing seemed to work today.

Everything was a mess.

"5, 6, 7, 8..." The choreographer began the count on rhythm, and so did you. Repeating everything you had learnt. "Stop!" The music is put on halt as the choreographer made his way towards you. Y/n, you need to work on your body lines and the footwork. It's sloppy as compared to the other members." And he goes to his orginal position, in seconds you're dancing again. Then during the vocal lessons you couldn't hit the notes you had prepared all week long for. As a bonus, while performing in a k-pop inspired carnival, you forgot the choreo halfway.

"Y/n...are you okay?" Juyeon, another member spoke. "Yeah ... I'm fine." With a smile on your face you uttered. "Don't lie, it's obvious something is up with you." She sat next to you on the bench. You took a deep sigh, "It's been 3 years already...the criticism doesn't bother me. I'm willing to get scolded as it will only improve me. It's just that...Am i worthy of this?...Will I ever be known as 'Idol Y/n'?"

You poured your heart out to Juyeon. She knew you more than anyone in the whole group. While you sat there with her in complete sorrow, the people around you enjoyed the carnival. Juyeon encouraged for you to walk around a bit, and get your mind empty of all the stress. "There are bad days Y/n...but that's not what matters. What matter is if you have the courage to stay strong during them."

"She sure knows how to use her words." Whispering to yourself you walked around the streets filled with people. Your little head still occupied with thoughts only the future could answer. Your gaze stayed on the concrete ground. Just walking...

Your walk is interrupted by someone in your way as you bumped into them. "Oof.." your eyes closed due to the jerk but as you opened them. You were met with a beautiful pair of eyes. "Hello there." He smiled. God, you could fall in love right there and then. "I'm so sorry.." you bowed giving apologies, but wait- why were you apologizing?

"Won't you say it too?" You looked the stranger dead in the eyes. "Uh yeah,...sorry it was my fault for suddenly stopping." He obeyed but he was surprised how you couldn't recognise him right away. 'Ok, not everyone is k-pop crazy.' You were about to leave but his words stopped you. "Would you mind introducing me to LA?"

You have absolutely no idea what you're doing right now. But you would describe it as 'helping a stranger'...'helping a gorgeous stranger.' He definitely doesn't seem ordinary. By any chance...is he a celebrity? You answered your own question. It was just so hard to refuse. You made an excuse for yourself, just because he was pretty. As a trainee for 3 years in a company in LA, you sure had 0 knowledge about the streets or places. The only 2 places you knew were your agency and the coffee shop nearby.

"Uh...Do you like coffee?" You questioned abruptly. "Why not?"

"Oh um, I asked because I know a café here. They make delicious coffee." You said gazing ahead. But Seonghwa couldn't help staring at you. Its not like you were the first person who didn't recognise him but it's not everyday he meets someone who's oblivious of his existence. And something about you, reminded him of... himself.

The coffee shop didn't disappoint as usual. But you know what wad weird? The owner. He had been going crazy for a while. Staring at you both with his wide eyes as if he just saw someone who he didn't expect to see. "What's his deal?" You mumbled as Seonghwa sat infront of you. "Maybe he has a crush on you." Your eyes darted his so abruptly, "Um..that's not true."

"How do you know that?"

"Why would he have a crush on me?"

"Because you're stunning?"

"..."

Ok, Seonghwa agreed that that was completely uncalled for but he panicked! A gorgeous person should know they're gorgeous. Oh but look at you, bewildered and your round eyes staring at him. 'I would love to tease her..' he wondered.

Despite taking a walk outside your thoughts still didn't improve. And as per your habit, you began sighing heavily which didn't go unnoticed by the latter. "Is something bothering you?" He started.

"No,...it's nothing. Just having a little trouble breathing."

"Liar."

You sighed once again, but you didn't want to tell him your miseries. Oversharing is a burden and that to with a complete stranger. He'd freak out if he found out you were training to be an idol...if he was aware of how things took place in the k-pop industry.

"I won't bother you but...you remind me so much of my past self." He responded. Your ears perked up and so did your eyes. "Wandering about in the streets, hoping something would make you happy." He took a sip of his coffee. "Fate is inevitable. You know that right? If something is meant to happen, it would. But you know how you can change it? By believing in yourself. I was once just like you, people told me to become better, to work hard, they even gave me examples of other people. By the time I knew what was bothering me so much, i realised it was me. I was bothering myself by being so stuck up. So in the end i worked hard...and let's just say i achieved what I wanted to."

The stranger got up to take an urgent call. You knew the universe did this on purpose. So as he went by the glass door and crossed his arms after taking the call, you took out your camera, and took a quick picture. Hopefully, he didn't notice. Your lips tugged up in a smile and when you looked outside. You realised, it was snowing. The first snow of the year. You secretly hoped to meet him again as you bid farewell. His hand pat your head while he flashed a million dollar smile. "Just once...meet me again Just once more." You said and it caught Seonghwa off gaurd.

However, what you didn't predict was the universe taking your wish seriously. Because, You're a worldwide idol, Inspiring others as you once were. Singing on those big stages you saw those people on. Your eyes looking at every single face that cheered your name. You saw him...in the crowds while performing. You were sure you did. And as destiny played it's cards, you came to know he was your senior from the same company. "I'm Park Seonghwa from ATEEZ."

The rest is history.

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○Jeong Yunho○

"Your parents?" Your eyebrows furrowed, "Oh my god, you should've just told them we're getting divorced! You know that they're going to make a deal about this!" You complained because your husband...well, your soon to be ex husband had accepted a dinner invitation by his parents. What's the trouble in it? You might question. The parents. They are the trouble.

"Tch, you know that it was your parents' idea to host a dinner and then invite every member of the family." Yunho informed and your face had now morphed into that of shock. So, your mom and dad proposed this idea, "You have got to be kidding me!" You ploped on the sofa while your palms held your head in frustration.

It hurt Yunho to see you like this. He hasn't been a good husband... Whenever, something like this happens his mind automatically replays the day you got married, or even before that. When you both promised to stay together for an eternity, to never break the relationship or eachother's hearts. And it made him laugh bitterly. Both of you were fools in love. Yet, whenever your face alters into that of grief and unhappiness his chest aches. His heart feels like sinking, and he just wants to kiss your lips.

"I'm not going, inform that to your mom." You looked at him with a cold gaze, you noticed how he was taken aback by your actions. You know that he thinks you're being selfish...but he deserves better. His family deserves better. There were so many times you tried to improve, so many times where you tried to make it up to him for all your mistakes. Still, Yunho never complained. He never blamed you. How Pathetic you are Y/n...

Despite declining the offer, there you stood - in an evening gown Yunho had bought for you on your first anniversary. Which was 4 years ago...Why? Well... you see there is a person in your life and she is called 'your mom.' She scolded you over the phone. You were ready to put on your fake smiles and act like you were still in love. You were.

"Look, how perfect these two look!" Your mother in-law gushed over you, "I must say, our Yunho has some taste doesn't he?"

He has terrible taste. You just weren't cut out to be with him. He was perfect. He never complained, he never failed to give you butterflies, he never said no to you, he always made time for you, he remembered the anniversaries, the birthdays, he'd cook and he'd clean while managing his job and you...you couldn't even keep up with yourself, you never made an effort. All the time busy with your job, so indulged in it that you forgot there was a peice of you, that Yunho had stolen.

The family members looked happy. At least, that one thing provided a smile that wasn't fake. Yunho's cousins were teasing him in the corner of the room while signalling towards you. And he still smiled, gazing at you with the softest look, all while knowing both of us were falling apart. "So, when am I hearing the good news of becoming an aunt?" Your sister sneaked up from behind, startling you a bit. "..orrr should I ask that 6 feet tall man who's been staring at you for like the past 10 minutes?" She teased.

You chuckled at her remarks, "I..don't know." The latter seemed confused but she had figured out something was up with you and Yunho. However, she didn't bring it up in the conversation, "Well, that's too bad. But, I would love to be an aunt to twins. What about you?" Her excited tone reflected on you. "I-I'd like...a boy. I want to dress him up all cute...I know Yunho would love to have baby boy, he's always rambling about how much he likes playing football-"Your sister smiled gently, "That's perfect."

There was something else you had hidden from everyone.

Both of you bid farewell to the guests and were now returning to the car. It had started to become really blurry. Your walk had become wobbly as well, and the heels weren't helping a bit. Yunho noticed and offered to give you his shoes. "No..I'm alright."

"You're not. Come on, wear these, they're comfortable. I can walk in my socks." He insisted, so you had to give in. When you reached the car, you looked at the photo you had taken of the whole family. Everyone, with happy faces, that their eyes had turned to crescents. And Yunho...was still looking at you. "Yunho, I'm...not feeling well." You mumbled. The nausea had gotten the better of you. The ride contributed to it.

"What happened?" Yunho immediately stopped the car and carressed your cheek. "I am feeling nauseous." You replied. "Did you accidentally eat something wrong? It better not be samgyeopsal, you know how you get when you eat it." He rambled on and on about how you should take care of you health, "I won't be here always you know..."

"I..I need to throw up-" You got out of the car as fast as you could and found anywhere because it was getting really uncomfortable. Yunho was still with you, holding your hair up and gently rubbing your back while you did what you had to. The tears, started to fall. And you had no idea if it was because of your condition or the fact that you'd never see Yunho again if you took the step you wanted to.

"Yunho-ya..." You looked up, and met his worried eyes with your puffy and red ones. "This is not because I ate something bad I'm...I'm pregnant." You announced.

Yunho's mind went blank for a second. Processing the words you had just said. His eyes looked as if they'd pop out any minute. And as soon as it made sense, his arms curled on your waist and he had you in an embrace. His hands held you so softly, and one of them patted your head. Seconds later you heard low sniffles...He was crying. Your lips quivered at the fact. With hesitation, you raised your arms, and held his black turtleneck. You remembered how you used to make him wear it because when he did...you felt like the luckiest woman in this universe.

"Why....why didn't you tell me?" His voice broke as he tried to speak. ".... because, I am not worthy of carrying your child." He slowly broke the hug, while his eyes, flowing with tears, looked at you. "Why?" This was it. You had to tell him everything....and you did. You spilled everything, how he made you feel and how you have done nothing in the past to make him happy, while you sobbed recklessly.

Yunho cupped your face, his thumb wiped away all the tears. Even though he was also crying, he calmed you down and shushed you. After a while, he joined his forehead with yours. "Y/n... Do you remember when you confessed to me? You made a promise....you entangled your little finger with mine and then kissed our hands, you said that it meant we'll forever stay together." He recalled and you closed your eyes at the sudden flashback, your tears still rolling down your cheeks.

"I thought that was so silly....i thought that that's not possible. Still, we managed to survive 4 years...4 goddamm years. I can assure you, i never gave up on you. I never ever thought that you were not deserving of me...." He paused to gasp for air. "We are both deserving of each other. You..You're doing what you should and I'm doing what I should. I...I just adore you. I adore you so much that it'd kill me to just separate from you."

"I love you too..I never stopped and I don't think I will. It's just that, it hurts to see you do everything while I'm just doing one job and can't even manage that. Its overwhelming, it's really...really exhausting that at the end of the day I'm tired and it's like I'm forgetting you. So, i wanted to separate because i just couldn't see you get hurt again."

You didn't realise how long you stood there but...it felt like the time flew by so quick. So, in the end Yunho decided to take you to the restaurant, you guys went to on your first date. The owner had recognised both of you, and was pretty shocked when he heard you were married. And Yunho skipped to the part "I'm going to be a father." He was about to call everyone but you had to restrain him, and just enjoy this moment with him.

"Let's stay together, for the child and for us. Because at the end of the day, I want to come home to you, i want to share my happiness, my success, my sorrow and failure with you. Let's stay forever with each other, to make ourselves better." He entangled your little finger with his and placed a kiss on both your hands.

Those are the words he said. I think, I wouldn't have believed any other person if they'd said this. It had to be him. It was always him. So, i took out my phone and clicked a picture of the man I love, to forever remember this night. For us, and our kid.

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○Kang Yeosang○

The temperature had hit a lower point and the government had declared a few days off for caution. It resembled a winter vacation which brought back so many memories from high school. You wouldn't say you were entirely in love for being an adult but there were a few elements that made it better.

Like your boyfriend.

You woke up and felt a heavy body on you, who else could it be? Your boyfriend had completely trapped you. One of his arm went below your neck while the other was holding you close by the waist. His legs were entangled and his face was buried in your neck. Soft breath tickled and made your insides all fuzzy.

It was a relief because you had nothing to do. You both could either spend the rest of the day in bed or cook together or watch a movie. So much. You shifted in your place and managed to face your significant other. Such perfection. Even though you had been in an official relationship for almost 2 and a half year, you never got used to his face. You were always surprised and wondered how the heck did you manage to pull up a guy this breathtaking.

Your fingers traced the bridge of his nose, "He has an attractive nose..." You whispered underneath your breath. However, Yeosang flinched and his eyes opened. 'so cute'. "Did I wake you?" You said in a raspy voice. "Yes, i have such an attractive alarm clock." His deep morning voice never disappoints you. With that Yeosang pulled you closer and gave you a kiss.

It was a lazy, messy kiss. At first, he just put his lips on yours then slowly turned to give you peck. A lot of pecks. On your eyes, your eyebrows, your nose, your cheek, your lips. His lips slowly traced your jawline and then stopped at your neck, licking and sucking at one spot. Your lips spilled whimpers due to the pleasure, and Yeosang's ear was so close. You tried to muffle your voice with the bedsheets but Yeosang's hand pulled the sheets away from your mouth while his tongue still did wonders.

Some time later, he came to face you, "You're so red already..." He chuckled. "And who's responsible for that?" You said breathlessly. "Hmm....is he a handsome man named Kang Yeosang?" He teased, and you couldn't help but giggle. He finally laid back on his back, and you rest your head on his chest. His hands played with your hair.

"What should we do today?" He questioned. "Hmm...that's a tough one." You responded. Well we could, just lay here all day, cuddling or....we could lay here all day cuddling?" He looked down at you and you said, "Well, thanks for making that easier babe."

And once again his lips met yours, in the sweetest kiss. This is something Yeosang always does in the mornings. You've questioned him doesn't he feel grossed out because of the morning breath? But he always says something cheeky that has you blushing so hard.

"You're my little happiness Y/n..."

There it is again.

His sweet words.

You don't want to forget any of this. If this was a chapter in a book you'd never want it to end. But that's sad because you know it would. So you, grab your phone from the side table and tell him to smile.

"Why, so suddenly?" He was dumbfounded. "Y/n...i probably look awful."

"Oh please, I don't think that day would ever come." You say as you take a snap. "Really? What about when I'm older and my skin is sagging, i have grey hair and-" you interrupt his rambling with a kiss on his cheek. "You always mark me as yours in the mornings, so that everyone else would know I'm taken and you're asking if I'd love you when you're older?"

Yeosang smiled as you continued, "of course I would silly... you're stuck with me."

Once again, his hands cupped your face and his lips meet yours but you're sure that this won't be as sweet as the previous ones.

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i-luvsang · 2 years

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., ✦. boyfriend headcanon — park seonghwa

¿ ｡′ gn!reader , fluff , cw: none , wc: 0.3K ！！

✧ he is so utterly devoted !!!

✧ every moment he looks at you, there are stars in his eyes like you’re the full moon in the sky

✧ you are his royalty, and all he wants is for you to know that, to feel it

✧ anything he can do for you, he does with no hesitation and absolute love

✧ of course, he respects your independence, in fact, he loves it with a deep sense of pride

✧ he’s a classic gentleman, he loves to hold open doors for you and to make sure you’re comfortable wherever you are

✧ he loves classic dates too, nice restaurants and candlelit dinners make him giddy, and he knows how much you love him in those crisp button up shirts

✧ he’ll buy you flowers, only if you like them, but he does it with utmost care–he finds out your favorite kind and has a bouquet crafted just for you

✧ while he adores these classy relationship things, he lives for domesticity as well

✧ he longs to rent an apartment with you and can’t let go of the image of the two of you waking up next to each other, tangled in cream colored sheets with the sun seeping through the blinds

✧ he loves simple forms of affection, once again, the classics

✧ kisses on the lips and pecks on your forehead; softly holding hands is a must, though he loves to have his arm around your waist too

✧ once again, he just loves to take care of you, but he secretly loves to be taken care of as well, so be sure to shower him with love and encouragement

✧ he is so understanding and attentive to you, he has a way of making you always feel safe and at home

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anowamij · 2 years

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⚠️WARNING!

caution: Everything written on this blog is fictitious and written for fun. If you don't like it and if it contains a subject that you are sensitive to, I suggest you go out. Please heed the warning. Thank you for reading...

How would Ateez behave after care? pt1.

Seonghwa; He may be a bit lazy about this after sex,because seonghwa is someone who can do it so hard and fast. He may want to lay down and chat with you sincerely and pour out his feelings, unless there is a special request from you. Although seonghwa seems very meticulous, it's a discipline trait from his mother. He may not take you to the bath for cleaning after sex unless he gets advice from his mother about sex things (yes seonghwa mama boy, watch them on live talking with his mom and his natal chart he has major signs about mother ) because seonghwa is someone who cares a lot about emotions. Which is superr cute not many boy do this. :(

Hongjoong: Even though Hongjoong is very busy, he is very thoughtful, kind and gentle. Even if he sometimes has temper outs and gets angry with people, friendship and love relationship are in very different places in Hongjoon's eyes, he never treats you like friends. He may watch you sleep, but he may not be able to stand it. Because it is obvious that he is a sleepy person even in the birth chart, but he carries you to the bathroom and take care of you, but then he may fall asleep while talking, so the care is became mutual. I think this is too sweett.

Yunho: First of all, yunho may be very interested and may want to hug all the time, after sex he may just lie down for a while. If you can't sleep, he can take you to the bathroom and maybe even tell you to eat later if you want. Because yunho is interested in food in intimate moments like this. If you're asleep, he may simply wipe you clean and snuggle up and fall asleep watching you. In the morning, he might want to wash you up and never say no to a delicious breakfast in return (the way through yunho's heart is through his stomach, even if you're inept at cooking, yunho will never pick a meal.)

Yeosang: Yeosang can definitely be very protective and emotional after sex because this is a very intimate moment for yeosang, maybe the first time you do it, he might cry because his feelings are heavy and he can't suppress it. But again, this is a very sweet feature. Yeosang is someone who will give everything if he trusts the other person. He just wants to see the response because he may have a trust problem, so he doesn't want other people's names to be mentioned in sex. But in general he is very interested, he can carry you to the bathroom without saying anything, and he will help you a lot in the bathroom and he wants to hear a lot of love words from you, which motivates him and helps him regain his self-confidence. In summary, he is very caring, discriminating and sweet, he can always kiss you and tell you he loves you. (because he's very flirty in a relationship.)

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atinyeve · 2 years

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ATEEZ 'Guerrilla' MV Wallpapers HONGJOONG & SEONGHWA

Okey dokey here' the first MV wallpapers, sorry I'm a bit late cuz I was working the night shift.... Anyways, I somehow have a lot of Hongjoong pics from the MV so I might make an extra post after all the other members if I have energy!

*Like or reblog when you use, pls don't repost without permission or remove the watermark🖤🏴‍☠️

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phenomenalgirl9 · 2 years

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When you come to a fansign being an Idol yourself

Ateez x Reader

A/n: Here you are in an established relationship with the respective member. This is my first time trying out this kind of writing so bear with me.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong could recognise your voice even in his sleep, so when he heard the voice of the person interacting with the members previous to him, he stared at the Atiny and just by the eyes he knew it was you. The wig and mask could have fooled the fans or dispatch, but not him. He smiled to himself and waited for you to come to him.

"Hello" he said cheerfully.

"Hi. I hope you know CPR, because you just took my breath away!" You said. And Hongjoong started blushing and laughing. Damn the giggles, you loved that sound. You all were surrounded by fans and camera so he acted like he would for any other Atiny. You both joked to and fro and then you moved on.

He was smiling like an idiot for the rest of the day.

Seonghwa

He couldn't believe his eyes, when he saw you in the line waiting for your turn. He spoke to the Atinys and stole side glances towards you, only to notice you are with one of your members both in disguises. But he could recognise your eyes no matter how much you change your face.

When you reached him you watched him give you a serene smile and the two of you interacted not as lovers but as a fan and her idol, just how you wanted.

Yunho

Being friends since before debut you and Yunho always visited each others group's fan meets under disguises. It was almost like a competition as to who could spot the other in a lesser time, even both your members knew that even if they find out they aren't supposed to help.

Even getting into a relationship with your best friend didn't change that. Yunho was scanning the crowd you could see that. You could also watch him sigh as he couldn't spot you. Unlike you, Yunho generally stood out amoung the fanboys. It wasn't untill you joined the line that Yunho noticed you, no he couldn't break your record. You watched him make eye contact with you and you winked at him.

Yeosang

He was told that you had asked for a pass and that you were in the venue. He looked around and scanned the crowd and almost instantly his eyes were on you and as if telepathically, you eyes travelled to his, and a faint smile was seen on his face. When it was your turn, he made sure to write a special message in your album that he signed.

He could swear he didn't want to leave your hand when you shook it.

San

You kept noticing that San was stealing glances but what you didn't realise is he was trying to understand why this Atiny seemed familiar? You had thought he might have recognised you but it actually wasn't untill you came up in the line that he realised that it was his girlfriend. He was some how controlling his smile so that it doesn't show fishy and when you came up he couldn't help but smile a bit wider thinking how silly and risky this situation was and that yes, he loved you.

Mingi

He was confused, why did this Atiny sound so familiar even the laugh reminded him of someone but he couldn't remember who?

The two of you talked and you asked him about his favourite food and the two of you had a really nice chat. Truth be told you kind of knew Mingi won't recognise you and you stopped yourself from kissing the hell out of this cute boy who looked like a confused puppy. It wasn't untill you moved to the next member, when he noticed your wrist and your bracelet. He literally banged his head on the table startling the next Atiny and told them he was just joking but in all reality he was cursing himself for not being able to recognise his own girlfriend.

Wooyoung

He was sad that he won't be able to meet you that day as you had just come back from a month long tour and the fact is that he missed you. So when he heard a familiar laugh from an Atiny infront one of the members his head zipped towards the side. He couldn't belive his eyes that there you stood infront of Yunho talking and giggling with him intently. He spoke to the other Atinys untill you reached him and it took all his might to not jump and hug you tight, and kiss you then and there, but that would cause problems. So instead he asked you "Hello. Who's your bias?" With the widest grin.

"Oh I think its Yunho" you said and winked at the tall boy who sent you a flying kiss.

You passed all the members and went back to your seat and recieved a text

I thought I was your bias =(

You looked up to see you boyfriend pouting from afar.

Jongho

He spotted you the moment they greeted and whispered to Wooyoung who simply blew a kiss. The Atinys all screamed but you knew it was meant and directed towards you. Jongho was more excited than you were as he knew that you were about to unleash your inner fangirl that hides in the body of a popular idol.

He would be lying if he said he didn't missed seeing this side of you more. He mentally face-palmed when he heard you greet him so cheerfully, almost more happy than when you are meeting for a date. And he laughs and talk to you. Throwing a joke or two at Wooyoung who whined in answer.

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iisatz · 2 years

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🏞️ . . . HONGJOONG ★

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staytiny-angel · 11 months

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FUCK ME?!?!?! @axelwolf8109 @moxxieswitchblade @rowinathequeenofpersia @dreamlesswonder86

#Ateez #Hongjoong #Seonghwa #Yunho #Yeosang #ateez hyung line #the world ep 2: outlaw #Outlaw Era #my tiny captain #my shining star #Puppy Boi 1 #Puppy Boi 2

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ad0rechuu · 11 months

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when people put hyunjin in the hyung line in stray kids and yunho/yeosang in ateez it pisses me off so bad because it doesn’t make sense but also i understand it 100%

#ad0rechuu — rambles 😧#ateez #stray kids #ateez hyung line #stray kids hyung line #atz #skz #hyunjin #yunho #yeosang

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hongjoong-cafe · 2 years

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[first post!] captain hongjoong taking pictures of the scenery !

come again!

#kim hongjoong #hongjoongoftheday #hongjoong of the day #ateez hyung line #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez #ateez atiny #daily hongjoong #daily hongjoong pics #matz #hongjoong café

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prettypoutybabie · 2 years

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It's only just turned 10am and I'm already crying over Hongjoong how's everyone else doing rn?

#hongjoong ateez #hongjoong #joongie #ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez hyung line #ateez leader #ateezoreo #im cryin #its too early for this #its too early in the morning for this #ateezbias #mum i love him #no help #hesospreciouswtf #we dont deserve him

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MEETING HYUNG LINE ATZ 4 THE FIRST TIME — headcanons

pairing: ateez hyung line (psh, khj, jyh, kys) x fem!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 4.2k warnings: different aus for each boy, violence + language + annoying man hitting on reader (hwa's part), groping and sexual harassment by creep (yuyu's part) + mention of needles and blood (yeo's part), petnames note: this weirdly took me so long that's why i didn't post my usual tiny drabbles these past days, like i think you can actually see me lose interest in writing this as you go on further and further in the post, but anyway if you like it, feel free to tell me so i can write 4 the maknae line, feel free to request anything, i'll write it 4 u bb, also completely out of context but yeosang's initials are crazy like sir?? masterlist

　　○˳　　　🎭　　　idol!hongjoong x model!reader (1.3k)

you ready yourself for what lies ahead, inhaling soft breaths to steady your nerves. you make a conscious effort not to bite on your acrylic nails, a habit that helps alleviate your stress. standing in a line filled with seasoned models, you find yourself at the forefront.

this marks your first time opening for a catwalk show, and it happens to be for balmain, one of your favorite brands. you can sense the gaze of more experienced mannequins piercing the back of your head, intensifying your desire to disappear completely.

excitement courses through you, but it is overshadowed by overwhelming anxiety. your stomach tightens beneath the long black bodycon dress. the excessively high heels dig uncomfortably into your feet, and the black fur coat feels hot and itchy against your skin. a golden necklace dips between your breasts, accentuating the deep v-cut of your dress.

gazing down at your legs, you can feel the tightness of the dress, accentuating their curves forcefully. the thought of appearing awkward while attempting to strut along the runway plagues your mind. you pout and try to recall the words of your therapist, assuring yourself that everything will be okay, despite your rising anxiety.

the staff begins the final checks on the models, informing you that the show will commence in 10 minutes. everyone nods, preparing themselves. some models ask their personal assistants to double-check their hair and makeup, while others place their healthy smoothies on the large tables at the sides.

you remain still, already prepared, though the weight of the coat on your body feels burdensome. breathing becomes a challenge, but you push through the discomfort. fake it till you make it—perhaps the placebo effect can work in your favor now; you desperately need it.

you all stand behind the grand curtains, the sound of music signaling the beginning of the show. having practiced a new, slightly more sensual catwalk routine for this occasion, you convince yourself that everything will be fine. however, the fuck ass coat… it weighs so heavily upon you.

recognizing your cue, you part the curtains on the first drop of the music. the lights dramatically illuminate your silhouette as you push your anxiety to the back of your mind, casting a seductive smirk toward the audience on either side of the runway.

you start strutting slowly, each step perfectly synchronized with the bass of the song. you know you look good, feeling your hips sway enticingly. yet, you can't help but notice the tightness in your chest and the sudden difficulty in breathing. fuck that damn coat.

quickly contemplating your options, you realize no one is behind you. if you take a dramatic pause, it won't disrupt the flow. and so, you do just that. in the middle of the runway, you come to a halt, gracefully turning on yourself as if putting on a show for the spectators. removing your coat, you reveal the backless dress beneath, flinging the fur onto someone seated in the front row. gasps of astonishment ripple through the crowd, and the camera flashes multiply, blinding you to the identity of the recipient of your 10-kilogram coat—only catching a glimpse of orange hair.

resuming your stride, you are well aware that this impulsive act will likely be splattered across social media for months. you suppress a laugh as you imagine the dramatic edits that will ensue. with the burden of the coat lifted, you finally feel free from the weight that had fueled your anxiety.

having completed the walk flawlessly, you now find yourself in your own small cubicle—a room of your own, courtesy of your friendship with olivier rousteing. seated in a chair, donning simple shorts and a t-shirt, you sip on your americano. your

face is adorned with a white face mask as you stare intently at something on your phone, hugging your knees.

the door creaks open, and you assume it's your assistant finally arriving to inform you that your uber has arrived. pushing against the dressing table, you swivel the rolling chair to face the door, only to be met with a stranger.

both of your mouths hang open in surprise, and you simply gaze at each other in disbelief. you, because you find yourself face-to-face with one of your favorite singers, hongjoong from ateez. and him, because he didn't expect you to look so adorable after witnessing the mature show you put on just thirty minutes ago.

"uhh, can i help you?" you ask, swiftly removing the mask and straightening yourself, coughing softly in awkwardness.

"uh, yeah, you… umm, dropped this earlier," he points to the weighty coat in his grasp, and your jaw drops once more.

you just threw that coat at kim fucking hongjoong. you wish you could disappear.

"oh shit, sorry, i…" you begin to stand up, almost causing the cup of americano in your lap to tumble. but you catch it in the nick of time, your reflexes acting swiftly, even as your embarrassment threatens to engulf you. "did it hurt?" you blurt out in a quick squeak.

did it hurt? did it hurt?? you must be out of your damn mind. what kind of question is that? your face flushes, and the redhead before you can only stare in shock before bursting into laughter.

"shit sorry, 'm not making fun of you, i promise precious," he manages to say in between wheezes, tears forming in his eyes. "no, it didn't. don't worry about me. i'm stronger than i look." you let out an awkward laugh, finding some amusement in the situation as well, and you wipe at your face, feeling exhausted. it's only 9 pm, but you've been at this place since dawn. hongjoong notices the tired smile on your face and straightens up.

"i didn't know who to give it to. i figured since you… uhh, wore it," he trails off, hoping you'd understand that he didn't want to waste your time.

"that's so nice of you, if i were you i would've kept it to be honest," you laugh, finally starting to feel at ease. and he smiles.

he smiles. your brain goes haywire at the sight, and you can't help but make a quick remark, "could i get your autograph?"

he looks at you as if you've just asked him the most improbable thing in the world, and you bite your lip, scolding yourself internally for getting too comfortable. "sorry, you don't have to—"

"no no no, it's alright. i just didn't think you… knew me," now it's your turn to look at him in the same way he did, and you're at a loss for words.

you try to formulate a response, attempting to convey that he's rather daft for being surprised that you recognize him. but before you can speak, your assistant finally enters the room, holding your considerably lighter coat. he eyes hongjoong up and down, and then turns to you, pointing at him discreetly.

"isn't that the guy you keep fangirling over?" your horror-stricken gaze meets your assistant's, while hongjoong hides his face behind the fur coat, muffling his laughter within the material.

your assistant fails to read the room and continues, "anyway, your uber's there. come

out whenever you're ready, but make it quick, guys." he gives both of you a knowing look, and you stare back in a mix of confusion and disbelief. he places your brown coat on the chair next to hongjoong and closes the door behind him as he exits.

"sorry about him, man. he's weird. don't mind him," you start, tossing the empty cup of americano into the trash along with the face mask you had worn. as you reach for your brown clothing, you pass by hongjoong, noticing how his eyes follow you, his smile never fading. his cologne wafts around him, but you resist the urge to inhale deeply. while putting on your coat, hongjoong finally smirks.

"i'll give you my autograph next time i see you, along with that coat. in exchange, give me your number."

○˳　　　🏍️　　　gangster!seonghwa x chaebol!reader (0.9k)

you're chilling in the vip section of one of seoul's most famous clubs. having a blast with your girlfriends, clinking glasses, and laughing uproariously. everyone around recognizes you as the daughter of a prominent politician, shamelessly having a good time with other influential figures' daughters, but they mind their own business.

you feel the judgmental gazes on you, but you try to ignore them, not wanting to let them ruin your night. your father wasn't the best person, openly feasting on the public's taxes. he was awful both in public and private. you're relieved he's a deadbeat dad, with his messed up personality, you don't have to deal with him.

you'd rather spend his ill-gotten money on clubbing and shopping, reclaiming a small piece of what he's taken from the nation. it might be foolish, but hey, you're just a young girl. what else can you do?

your thoughts are interrupted when one of your girls grabs your arm, slurring about wanting to dance. you both giggle as her words come out in slow motion. you stand up, letting her lead you onto the dance floor.

you move to the beat, her body pressed against your back, her hands caressing your bare waist as yours wave in the air. she leans in, her nose brushing against your hoop earring, and she shouts over the loud music about a guy who keeps checking you out. you turn to her, silently asking "where?" and she points behind you.

you pivot, following her gesture, and lock eyes with a man sitting in a vip section similar to yours. he's at the edge of a circular seat, accompanied by seven other guys. as his gaze meets yours, he smirks, the club's lasers reflecting off the grills in his mouth. you flash a smile, then turn away, acting unfazed. your friend catches on, throwing her head back in laughter as she teasingly grabs a handful of your ass. both of you erupt in fits of giggles, behaving like immature high school students.

the night carries on, and you grow tired of dancing. the other girls have joined you on the dance floor, so you leave them and head to the bar. you ask the bartender for a glass of water, hoping to refresh yourself a bit. suddenly, you feel a large hand on the small of your back. you smile, assuming it's the stranger from earlier, but when you turn around, your smile fades. it's some random guy, much older, and you recoil in disgust, smoothing over the spot he touched with your palm.

"ew, back off. not interested," you say dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. you shift your focus to the bartender, who gives you a sympathetic smile. he places the glass of water in front of you and goes off to clean other glasses.

the man, who still hasn't budged from behind you, snatches your drink and takes a sip. you look at him, utterly shocked, thinking, "what the fuck does he think he's doing?" he carelessly drops the cup right next to your hand on the table, causing the water to splash onto your fingers, making you flinch.

"water? nah, let me get you something good, babe. what do you want? i can get you anything," he yells at the bartender, who gives you a questioning look. you shake your head in refusal. when the guy sees that you both ignore him, he starts getting agitated.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps at you. funny, you were thinking the same thing. "you think you're better than me or something? i know who you are, you bitch. just because your daddy's th—"

before he can finish his sentence, his head slams onto the table, and he crumples to the floor, leaving a streak of blood where his nose hit the wood. you turn to the person who just knocked him out.

"seonghwa, nice to meet you, pretty. sorry about him. he won't bother you anymore," he says calmly as he takes a seat next to you, motioning for someone to remove the unconscious body. you stare at him in astonishment before taking a sip of your water, letting the cool liquid calm you down.

he signals the bartender, who swiftly approaches, discussing a glass on the rocks. the older man nods unsteadily. taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyes wander over his face. he's attractive, but that's not what catches your attention. the dragon tattoo peeks out from his shirt, extending along the side of his neck. it's the symbol of the notorious gang and, surprisingly, the owners of the club you're in.

"you often handle paying patrons like that?" you inquire, taking another sip of your water and gazing straight ahead.

now it's his turn to feel your gaze on his profile, and you can hear his chuckle. "i only do that to the ones who scare the highest-paying patrons," he cleverly replies, alluding to your wealthy background. you roll your eyes and turn to face him, resting your elbows on the table and propping your cheek on your fists.

"'m not paying for my water, you are," you state, and he laughs, mimicking your posture by resting his cheek on his hand.

"am i now? and why would i do that, pretty?" he smirks. you can now see the details of his grills more clearly, small diamonds adorning the silver jewelry, and you smirk right back at him. a few strands of hair fall across your face as your body shakes with laughter.

"'cause you got a crush on me," you drawl out the last word, your smile widening, your cheeks starting to hurt. he moves one hand to your face, gently brushing the hair away with a feather-light touch, and chuckles softly.

"such a smart girl."

　　○˳　　　🚟　　　student!yunho x student!reader (0.8k)

you gaze down at the subway floor beneath your feet, gripping your eyes tightly. the train compartment is packed to the brim, the morning rush causing people to scramble and squeeze together. however, you're well aware that the hand grazing against your skirt is no accidental result of the cramped space.

clenching your fists, you lean your forehead against the windowpane of the door ahead, seeking solace in the cold surface. a scream wells up within you, the desire to make a scene overwhelming, but this is the first time such a thing has happened to you. frozen, you're unable to react.

your eyes sting with tears, and you attempt to hold them back, but they refuse to be contained. small droplets trickle down your cheeks, and you gently brush them away with the sleeves of your uniform.

suddenly, the subway screeches to a halt, reaching a new station before the doors slide open in front of you. you lower your gaze to the floor, your hair partially obscuring your face, and you notice only one pair of jordan 4 sneakers and a pair of pants resembling the ones worn by boys in your school. your curiosity leads you to glance up swiftly, and there stands one of the tallest boys you've ever seen. he's a stranger, someone you've never crossed paths with before, but you surmise he must be a new student at your school, given the familiar uniform.

he stares at your face, taking note of the tear tracks on your cheeks, then casts a quick glance behind you, piercing through the person who has been violating your boundaries for the past five minutes. in an instant, he connects the dots, understanding the situation, and his expression changes from shock to anger.

he steps into the train, forcefully grabbing the man behind you before hurling him out with a powerful throw. the man lands on his rear with a grunt, and before he can utter a word, the doors seal shut.

you have no time to react as more people flood in through the other subway doors, inadvertently pushing against your body. almost losing your balance, the boy behind you grabs your forearm, turning you around and gently pressing you against the door. his hands shield you from the surrounding crowd, his larger and stronger frame providing protection.

you can only gaze up at him, fear evident in your wide eyes, while he looks down at the others around him, his face reflecting displeasure as people jostle against him. eventually, he looks back at you, and his expression softens.

"sorry for touching you like that," he whispers, and you feel a tug at your heart, strangely soothed by his voice despite his recent shoving and pushing.

"like what?" you respond softly, perplexed because he has nothing to apologize for; in fact, he did the complete opposite by helping you fend off the harasser.

he simply gestures toward your forearm with his long finger, not even making contact, alluding to the moment he turned you to face him.

"oh," you glance down at your arm, "'s alright," you say awkwardly.

silence hangs between the two of you. you try not to dwell on how close he is to you, but this time, the proximity doesn't make you uncomfortable. while yunho gazes upward, deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes, he can't help but notice their beauty—the way they shine so brightly with tears—making him feel breathless, as though he could suffocate if he stares for too long, forgetting to breathe.

"by the way, thank you for, umm…" you finally manage to speak, still unable to meet his gaze as his eyes find their way back to you, "you know, yeah, thanks."

he's about to reply, insisting it was nothing, when the door behind you opens. a gasp escapes your lips as you begin to lose your balance, but his hand instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer and helping you regain stability.

he tries to create distance between you, but the stream of people surging in from behind prevents it. the next station is even more crowded than the previous, as it draws nearer to downtown. pressed tightly against his chest, your left cheek resting against his pec, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. the closeness causes his ears and neck to turn bright red.

once both of you step out of the subway, finally arriving at the station that leads to your school, you release a weary sigh simultaneously. at the sound, you look at each other and share a soft chuckle.

walking in the same direction, you have a feeling that getting this close to yunho won't be a one-time occurrence.

　　○˳　　　💉　　　doctor!yeosang x patient!reader (1.2k)

"so, how did that happen?" yeosang mumbles as he checks out the open gash on your hairline, his gloved hands carefully examining the wound. you wince in pain when he applies a bit too much pressure, and he gives you an apologetic look before returning to his seat, tossing the gloves into the tiny trash can beside him.

you're in one of the er rooms, sitting on the examination table, and you're grateful for the blood smeared on your face, hiding the blush you can't help but feel around the cute doctor. you nervously bite your lip, and he notices, reaching out with his thumb to release your poor lip from the clutches of your teeth. you don't overthink the gesture; after all, he's a doctor who doesn't want you to cause another injury to your face.

raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he expects an answer to his previous question. you fiddle with your fingers, trying to come up with a response that won't embarrass you. eventually, you let your shoulders slump in defeat and clear your throat.

"my friend, uh, told me a joke, and it made my stomach hurt. i clutched my stomach," you explain, and he nods along, ensuring he follows the story. "but then, when i bent down too fast, i ended up smacking my head on the glass table and, umm, breaking it…"

he hides his face behind his palm, scribbling something in the paper placed in your folder. you can tell from the shaking of his shoulders that he's laughing. he mumbles something about how the joke must've been really funny.

you offer a shaky smile as he explains the next steps you'll need to take at home. he mentions that you won't require sutures since he doesn't want any obvious scarring, which is a relief because you're not exactly fond of needles. he continues talking about the medications and creams you'll need to apply to your face every night and day for the next month. you agree with a soft nod, feeling the throbbing headache intensify with each movement.

he hands you a prescription paper, and as you reach for it, you nearly stumble, experiencing the same dizziness that preceded fainting. but he catches you in his strong arms with lightning reflexes. you pull back, clutching your head instead, as the headache reaches unbearable levels.

yeosang notices your distress and swiftly guides you back onto the bed, using the gentlest movements. he takes hold of your chin between his fingers and looks into your fluttering eyes as you struggle to keep them open. worry lines crease his forehead as he reaches into his front pocket, retrieving not a pen, but a small flashlight. he shines it in your face, swiftly passing it in front of your eyes to check for dilation.

"you've lost quite a bit of blood," he says, his jaw tensing with concern as he lightly traces the back of his fingers along your cheekbones. "i can't believe i missed that…"

you wave your hand dismissively, whispering that it's okay since you only recently started feeling the effects of the blood loss.

"do you know your blood type? we need to transfuse, sweetheart," he whispers, clicking on his laptop, most likely searching for your blood type in your folder, which isn't available since this is your first visit to this hospital. you don't dwell on the endearment, too focused on recalling your blood type from memory.

"no, sorry, i don't remember," you meekly reply, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. after all, what adult doesn't know their own blood type?

"it's okay," he reassures, turning to you with a soft smile. "i'll take a sample, send it to one of the nurses, and they'll find out for us, okay?"

the question is rhetorical, and you realize it. you don't bother mentioning your fear of needles; it's not that you're scared of them, but you just don't want them penetrating your body.

with wide eyes and clammy hands, you agree with a small nod. yeosang immediately notices your tension. your knee bounces up and down rapidly, and your hands tremble slightly in your lap. he doesn't say anything as he retrieves a disinfected syringe from a small plastic container, along with two tubes.

he brings a chair in front of you and takes a seat, bringing himself down to your level. you gaze at him through your lashes, and yeosang feels his heart skip a beat. he takes a deep breath, then gently holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs softly against your skin. he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his touch and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"hey," he simply says, and you look at him, waiting for more. when no further words come, you respond with a quiet "hey" of your own.

"good, the patient is responsive, not a lifeless body," he smiles crookedly, cracking a joke that brings a smile to your face.

"wow, the patient is even smiling. today must be my lucky day," your smile widens, and he releases your hands. you hadn't realized how grounding his touch had been until it disappeared.

he grabs your arm and places your hand on his lap, palm facing up. he starts tapping the crook of your elbow since you're wearing a t-shirt, trying to locate your veins. when they don't appear, he clucks his tongue and takes hold of your smaller fist in his own, manually making your hand clench while his other hand remains on your forearm, attempting to raise a vein.

you remain silent and still, focusing on his concentrated expression. his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes remain fixed except for the occasional blink. his strong nose defines his face, and you notice the spot where he bites his cheek from inside his mouth. there's a small birthmark next to his eye, shaped like a tiny heart, and you find it endearing.

"enjoying the view?" he smirks, and before you can respond to defend your honor, he grabs the syringe, effectively silencing you. he tears open the packaging, discarding the waste on the table, and approaches your arm.

you flinch when he places a hand on your forearm, and he looks up at you with a gentle smile. however, the sight of the needle next to his face does little to calm you.

"'m gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that?" he asks, and you nod once, not planning on fixating on the impending puncture. "i'll make it quick, i promise, princess. do you trust me?" once again, you nod, this time thrown off balance by the endearing nickname, which he notices through the quiver of your lips.

"if i asked for your number, would you give it to me?" he shocks you with the question, as he's one of the most beautiful humans you've ever encountered, and here you are, looking like a complete mess with half your face covered in blood and a massive hole in your forehead.

"y-yeah, i would, obviously," you stammer, and he swiftly inserts the needle, hitting the vein accurately—something for which you're internally grateful. instinctively, you glance downward, but he quickly clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back.

"what did we say, eyes on me," he shows off his perfect teeth as he finally removes the needle, carefully transferring its contents into the two small bottles which he pushes aside. "now about this phone number."

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