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keylimeyunho · 1 year

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hard to ignore: part 1

part 1: “your dream”

pairing: reader x fuckboyidol!san genre: smut, fluff word count: 4.1k warning(s): none for this chapter

“the concert starts promptly at 7:30. make sure they’re ready by 5.”

he threw the keys in your lap, placed a folded paper on the table of your new trailer, and held out his hand. you immediately shook it.

“welcome to the team.”

you beamed proudly and nodded your head aggressively. yes, of course, they would be ready by 5, maybe even 4:30 if you got a head start. but the man proceeded to just stand in your trailer and stare you down.

“with this being your first time working with the boys,” he cleared his throat “i’m going to give a little word of advice before you head to their dressing room.”

he walked over to the couch across from where you sat at your trailer’s kitchen table, and relaxed his arm over its cusion. he stared you down once again, looking into your pupils as if he was scanning for information about you that he didn’t already know, or couldn’t find in your resume.

“there’s eight of them… and some of them are…different. don’t let them get to you.”

you tilted your head and laughed, but only a little. of course, they would each be different; they’re human, after all. why would you need to be warned about something so trivial? “what do you mean by 'different'?”

he kept a thin lipped smile and just exhaled out his nose, silently, keeping the eye contact. “you’ll soon find out.” the man then stood up, straightened his jacket, and headed towards the trailer door. “just…be cautious. we want this tour to go smoothly, okay? no mishaps.”

“now what does that mean?” you wanted to say but you kept that thought to yourself and just held a thin-lipped smile in return, holding a strong thumbs up to let him know yes, of course. because **you weren’t about to risk losing the only job you ever wanted on day one.t

you raised an eyebrow and kept eye contact with him. “no mishaps. i swear it."

—

after dumping out your enormous stash of makeup out of your suitcase, you realized you may have overpacked. every size brush dispersed over at least ten shades of concealer and a mountain of eye shadow palettes looked up at you. but you also knew it was best to not make the rookie mistake of giving these boys the wrong products, let alone the wrong shades.

after almost three years of cosmotology school, thousands of dollars in scholarships, and a handful of temporary salon jobs, you had finally landed your first big gig. and you weren’t going to be just any stylist. you were going to be working for one of the biggest names in music, in k-pop.

kq entertainment was one of the last companies you expected to even glance at your application, let alone accept it, but they were pleasantly surprised with your extensive resume of internships and recommendations from clients at your old job. and besides, they had just lost a series of stylists so they were desperate for someone to work immediately and last-minute. and with you eager to leave a job that could not pay your rent or even just your coffee every week, that made you the perfect candidate.

especially since you graduated top of your class and spent the entirety of your undergrad working as a nail tech and shampooer right after tech school, you had more experience and drive than anyone in the running because most people just worked to pass so they could get a mediocre job at their local hair salon, getting paid maybe 30k a year (if they’re lucky) to dye greying old ladies’ hairlines various shades of brown.

but this..this was your dream. creating something original and getting to express your love of fashion, hair, and makeup to put on a show. and doing that for a group as big as ateez was absolutely surreal.

you didn’t know much about them, besides the fact they were outselling arenas all over the nation. you never paid much attention to guys, anyway, even the ones who sat next to you in class and tried to write notes to you in the margins of your paper. but you were usually too consumed in what was on the board than what the guy next to you was doing. like you said, this was your dream. not the lackluster boys who were definitely failing out of their classes. and besides, those boys were never that memorable in looks, anyway.

closing the door to your trailer, you hit the dirt with your platforms and headed towards the boys dressing room. you decided to put on your most original look you could think of that was not too over the top for complete strangers. you strapped on some ankle boots paired with a lavender maxi skirt that matched the purple satin bustier you donned under a cropped leather jacket. you made sure to showcase your personality patches of your favorite bands that you sewed onto your messenger bag.

unfolding the paper the director had given you, you looked carefully down at the order of of which member you would style first:

y/n,

the boys are trailer 1024. the order for the makeup cycle will be

wooyoung, jongho, mingi, seonghwa, yeosang, hongjoong, san, yunho

today we only need you to prepare their makeup for the show. it’s their first night in seoul since the pandemic so tonight, they need to make an impact. play off their show outfits and give us something fresh.

- kq creative team

the list was new for you and the first time you heard any of the members’ names. despite the fact you had already met with the kq staff running this concert, you still had yet to meet any of the actual members. you shouldn’t be that surprised, considering they’re famous celebrities who definitely don’t have time to meet and greet all their staff. but since you were about to spend the next few months alongside them at every tour stop, your first official meeting with them being the tour’s kick-off was a bit nerve-wracking but nevertheless exciting.

walking through the rows of trailers full of kq staff, you finally located trailer 1024 about a couple doors down from yours. you saw a door with the word ARTIST in huge red letters printed on a paper taped on the door.

this will make it so much easier to get them ready everyday, you thought. not that far a walk.

you straightened your jacket and smiled at your reflection in the trailer window before knocking.

no mishaps.

the trailer door opened almost immediately, as if the person inside was waiting for you to rap on their door. A red-haired guy with bright brown eyes and a sharp jawline stood at the door. he was in a white tanktop, but below his waist were dress pants and dance shoes. he looked like he was halfway dressed to perform on stage and he looked a little too pretty to be their manager.

you held your smile tightly, waiting for him to say the first words.

“ah, are you y/n?” he said, leaning his elbow above his head on the edge of the door, flashing an unsurprisingly perfect smile

you nodded and bowed quickly, handing him the paper the director had given you. “at your service!”

keeping his elbow on the door, he took the paper out of your hands and scanned over it quickly. “nice to finally meet you, y/n.” he moved out of the way and reached out his hand to you. “i’m wooyoung. come in.”

you thanked him and he closed the door behind you as you took your first steps inside. it was double the size of your trailer but since they were the artists and you just came on tour for their makeup, it made sense they would have more leg room after each show.

you were expecting to see eight boys sitting on the couch waiting patiently for their makeup stylist; however, wooyoung seemed to be the only around.

“here- catch!” he catches you off guard and as you turn around, a drink can flies towards your head.

you were so entranced by the sheer size of their place that you didn’t see wooyoung go into their fridge and take out two redbulls. you catch the redbull with one hand, surprising yourself. he smirks a little before cracking open his own can. “nice. quick reflexes. you’re gonna need those if you want to work with us.”

what does that even mean? “everyone has been saying things like that about you guys. what exactly am i preparing for?” you crack the can open, as well, and take a gulp.

wooyoung plops on the couch and downs the can in under a few seconds. he sighs and runs his fingers through his red hair. “it means you’re our third stylist this month.” he tosses the now empty can like a basketball across the room and of course it lands with a perfect swish into the trash can next to the door. “and i don’t want to move onto a fourth.”

you sip carefully on the redbull can. between the director and now wooyoung’s words, you start to wonder if working with ateez was not what you had expected it to be. maybe these boys are going to be more work than just opening up a few eye shadow palettes and blowing drying their hair.

but wooyoung smiles at you softly before you let that thought fully form. “but don’t worry about it too much. with your experience, i’m sure we’ll be light work compared to the clients you’ve had before.”

that was true. working with screaming nine-year-olds and their 35-year old mothers was definitely the lowest you could have reached. you took wooyoung’s words with a grain of salt and stuck them in your back pocket.

“thanks.” you respond “but i do have one question…” you down the rest of the can and mimic wooyoung, tossing it behind you. “where are the rest of the members?”

wooyoung laughs. “we rotate, usually. the rest of them are getting changed or getting their hair done first. meanwhile, i’m scheduled for makeup first.” he gets up and starts heading down to one of the other doors in the trailer. “we each have about 20 minutes per rotation, so once you finish with me, the next one of us will coming knocking on the door.”

you looked at the clock on the wall in the trailer kitchen. five minutes had already past, giving you only 15 minutes left with wooyoung.

as if he could read your mind, wooyoung opens one of the doors. “welcome to the official ateez dressing room. come on in”

—

contrary to what everyone was saying, these boys were actually quite pleasant. for being famous celebrities who had fans cheering for them every night, you expected artists like them would walk around like they were above your pay grade (which they were) and deserved your utmost respect. but to your surprise, they were just- normal. some of them even shy.

for being the 6’2 rapper, mingi had trouble keeping eye contact with you while you looked at his face before starting, trying to get the lay of the land (or his visage). his fire red and orange hair intimidated you but as soon as you stopped looking he burst out . “i-i just want to say, i love your hairstyle.”

you touched your hair and looked away for a second. did he just compliment me? my hair?

“wow, um..thank you.” you blushed. “i think your hair is pretty nice, too..if not even better than mine.”

and even seonghwa, the greek god of a man with some of the most perfect features you’d ever admired kept giggling at every joke you made, some that weren’t even your best. you tried not to mess up his perfectly tousled blonde hair when powdering his face and drawing on his eyeliner carefully, but he flinched at your every touch.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m just scared i’ll mess you up." seonghwa says, looking away and scratching his arm nervously. "we haven’t had eyeliner in years, i'm happy you're bringing it back”

“really?” you lifted an eyebrow. out of all the concept photos you studied before today, you remember looking that the “say my name” era with smokey eyeliner was your favorite look. “well, good thing i’m here. i think it's time for a change."

seonghwa looked down and smiled slightly. “yeah..good thing.”

now, when jongho waltzed in, he had the most adorable smile you'd ever seen on an idol. stubby teeth and gums showing ever so slightly that made your eyes soften proved he was obviously the maknae. but you would never know because his vocals did not match that face.

he had begun practicing one of their sets. it made your heart flutter. you never heard such a powerful and angelic voice. (and you get to do his makeup?)

“you have such a beautiful voice” you said to him as you brushed the contour over the crest of his forehead. he flashed his gummy smile again and looked down shyly. “but, i will be honest, though," you admitted with a twinge of shame. "i really haven't heard much of your music."

jongho raised an eyebrow but quickly retracted it, at as to not mess up the contour. he didn't respond, but simply grabbed his phone out of his pocket, opening spotify.

the beginning note of a song began to play. he finally replies, “well, you should change that then.” the beginning note of their song "answer" begins to echo through the cool air of the dressing room. the music bounces around the room while you listen to his studio version which sounds just like the vocals you heard minutes prior.

now yeosang was the member who brought out your first real laugh of the day. walking into the room, he waved to you excitedly. "hi! i'm yeosang, nice to finally see your fa-"

yeosang didn’t notice your messenger bag by the door and is caught off as he trips over it. but instead of hitting the floor, yeosang somersaults over the bag and gets up like nothing just happened. standing there, stunned and surprised himself, he says, “you didnt see that.”

he looked down at your bag, about to pretend to kick it out the door, when he notices your patches. “pierce the veil? who is that?”

you smiled and this time, you take out spotify yourself to show yeosang your playlists.

next, hongjoong walked into the room. his hair was a striking royal blue and he was all suited up with a gold trim, black jacket. a regal look you were sure would make his fans go absolutely wild for him.

"y/n? it's so nice to finally meet you." he stuck out his hand. "our new stylist"

still holding eyeshadow brushes and cotton rounds in your hands, you weren't expecting such a nice greeting. you quickly set everything down and straighten yourself up to shake his hand. "that's me."

hongjoong settles down in the chair in front of you and closes his eyes.

"what are you doing?" you laugh, as you look for primer to start him off.

hongjoong immediately opens his eyes again. "oh.." he says nervously. "are you not starting yet?"

you chuckle to yourself, what an interesting guy. "i haven't even got the primer out yet."

his palm hits his face and slides down slowly in shame. "i'm sorry, i'm a bit of a mess. it's our first show since the pandemic and... i don't know. i'm excited to meet our fans again, but nervous they won't like what we have in store for them. it's just been so long since our last show..almost two years"

you stop rummaging in your bag to stare at him in shock. "what? of course they'll love you" you couldn't believe you were becoming a celebrity therapist, too. "and besides, you have an awesome stylist that will make you look out of this world."

hongjoong scratches his head and laughs lightly. "yeah..yeah you're right. i just love our fans so much, they mean the world to us"

you look at hongjoong as he continues to nervously scratch his head. where was the notion that these guys would be too much to handle? after only six members had finished their makeup, it seemed they were some of the sweetest and most devoted people you have ever worked with, even met. the stylists that decide to leave these angelic boys dropped the ball, big time.

—

as hongjoong thanked you for your hard work and walked out, you began looking at the list to see which member was next to come in. before you got your answer, you jumped as the door opened right as hongjoong closed it.

wearing another gold trim velvet jacket, held together by a single button, the most attractive- no, stunning man you have ever came across walked right through the dressing room door.

you never usually got starstruck and even the previous members were encapsulating beautiful. but this man, with his black hair still wet and slick from his shower and his jawline locked towards you, something about him made you almost stumble off your stool.

"oh. um..h-hi. n-nice to finally meet you" you said as you regained balanced, cringing at your own words.

he chuckled and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "oh, i already know you." he stepped a couple feet closer so you were now right under his gaze, under his chin. you could smell the faint cologne coming off his skin, making you want to get even closer to him to get another whiff, but you just stood there, in awe.

it took you a second to register what he just said. "wait..what does that mean?"

his brown eyes glinted and you could feel his breath on your face. a smile peeked at the corner of his lips and he said almost at a whisper, "you're that beautiful girl who lives three doors down from our trailer, right?"

looking into the dressing room mirror behind him, you gawk at yourself. is he talking about me?

turning to back to face him, you shrug. "n-no. i'm just your stylist." you go into your pocket and dig out the folded paper the director gave you to prove the truth: you really were just some girl kq hired to put makeup on him. he was getting you confused with someone else, someone much more interesting than you, right?

he took the paper out of your hand and suddenly began ripping it, shred after shred, letting the paper fall to the ground in between you. he bends down to look into your eyes.

my god, you didn't realize how large he was. you were too distracted by his broad shoulders that looked like they were about to burst out of his jacket. you could see right down the center of his shirt and you could almost see-

"i'm san and you're y/n, my stylist, the fine girl with the patches on her bookbag who lives in trailer 1021." he tilted his head and smirked, the tip of his tongue peeking out the corner of his lips. "don't act like i don't know exactly who you are. i know a pretty girl when i see one."

you stood there, stunned. there's no way he was still talking about you. "i'm not sure what you mean..san."

san stands back up. "tsk, tsk," he sighed, shaking his head so the water droplets fell off his soaking hair onto your shirt. you watch the droplets seep into the cotto, wondering if some of his sweat was mixed in. "don't worry, pretty girl. we'll get to know each other soon enough."

he proceeds to sit in the chair in front of you, innocently looking up with his adorable brown eyes, as if he was not just full-on flirting with his stylist seconds before. "just put the makeup on me, if you will."

you roll your eyes with a smile and start setting the concealer on his face.

"sorry, i-" you start to say, but your own giggles cut you off. "i just- i never heard someone say that kind of thing about me. caught me off guard, that's all."

san's eyes droop and he pouts. "you mean no one has ever told you how beautiful your hair falls off you." he touches the hand by your side, grazing his fingertips over your own. "or how hard you are making it to sit in my chair right now"

oh my god, you think to yourself, this has to be a all in my head. a member of ateez was sitting here flirting with you and trying to hold your hand, looking so enchantingly into your eyes.

part of you wants to grab his hand and rope your fingers between his and tell him, no one's ever told me that before, but i'll let you be the first. you sigh at the thought.

"no mishaps." the director's words ring in you're ears. you're here for one thing and one only. don't fuck it up.

as if he read your mind, san starts to drag his fingers over your palm, but you yank your hand away before he gets that far.

"nope, no one." you turn back to your makeup bag. "bow, please be silent while i draw on your eyeliner." you assert your dominance back in the conversation, trying to diffuse the hot tension boiling between you and the finest, yet most annoying man you've ever met.

san pouts again and his pupils grow, almost like a kitten's. he folds his hand in his lap and heaves out a sigh that you try to ignore. "alright, i guess. but at least let me see your face, pretty girl, one more time.. if i can't compliment it"

you turn around and give him a pity smile. "fine. now, close your eyes."

surprisingly, he does what you say, a thin-lipped smile stuck on his face as if he was satisfied with being nowhere else but here with you, letting you do whatever you want to him.

"so, who's your favorite?"

san's question causes you to shake and run a streak of eyeliner down his face.

"shit! sorry- um," you race to clean him up as he remains unbothered, waiting patiently for your answer. you wipe his face and admit, "i honestly don't have one, i mean, i just met all. of you "

san chuckles lightly, "don't lie, i know you have a favorite."

your face turns a shade of red that he thankfully can't see because he still waits patiently for your eyeliner with his lids closed. "i still have one member left after you. i'll let you know who i decide later."

"okay." san lifts his hand up. "shake on it."

now he's lost it. you know for a fact he just wants you to succumb to his charms (which you almost did, but you remained strong) and say oh, san, it's you, of course! but you were his stylist. you worked for him. an obvious power imbalance and obviously something that would mess up your career, and everything you worked for.

"i'm all good. i'll let you know my answer, if i feel like it." you assert with him. this time, san opens his eyes and smirks.

"well, princess, i don't think you-"

"all done!" you snap the blush pad closed, sarcasm hanging off your lips and not realizing he was about to say something. "thanks for being such an amazing client!"

this cannot happen again, before anyone finds out you and san were just within inches of each other, breathing on each other and feeling on each other's hands and-

"wait, y/n, can i-" san starts.

"i'm all good, actually, whatever it is. you need to keep the cycle moving anyway" you usher him out. however, he snatches the folded paper off the table and rips a small piece off, quickly scribbling something onto it.

he hands you the paper back, re-folded, and whispers in your ear, hot breath rubbing against your eardrums and making you squirm.

"for when you're ready."

he bows to you and closes the dressing room door carefully, leaving you in silence, standing with a paper in your hand and the air conditioner running loudly. you unfold the paper carefully and your jaw drops at its contents:

a phone number scrawled hastily onto the paper, attached with only the words, "for when my pretty girl decides to tell me i'm her favorite :)"

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herarcadewasteland · 6 months

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Spin, Dare, Hide.

A/N: The full first chapter of SDH! I'm back to being motivated so you get the full chapter after so long lmao

-18+, slight violence, swearing, jisung is a little shit, ateez kinda yandere towards the end

-ateez x reader, mentions of skz because Han Jisung is your bff

1 of 2 (We'll see how much more I write from today onwards)

this is TWELVE of 14 pages i have written lol... not edited or re-read

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Spin the bottle, hide and seek and truth or dare. Three separate games Jisung had decided to combine for a game he called SDH. Spin, dare, hide. The way it worked was a little too complicated for your liking, your head going blank as you listened to him explain it eight times over. You spin the bottle, the person it landed on is the seeker. You must do a dare they ask you and then you hide. You get a minute to hide. After that minute is done, your seeker has a time limit of 3 minutes to find you. If they find you, they do what they want with you. If you aren’t found, your past seeker spins the bottle and whoever it lands on swaps out and becomes the seeker. The game continues like this until either one person has not been found by anyone or the hider is found and “dealt with”, as Jisung phrased it. The only limit to the game was the extent of pain you could put a person through with your dare. You couldn’t ask your daree to hurt themselves or anyone else in an extreme fashion. The most you could ask would be a spank or a small slap on the face, even a slap on the wrist, forehead flicks included. That limit extended to the “do whatever you want to them” prize for finding the hider. The only pain you could inflict was determined before the actions were taken and done safely with consent.

It was something you had played with Jisung, Chan and Hyunjin before, but sitting on the floor, listening to Jisung explain it all to Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho, you wanted to be anywhere else but there. The confusion on their faces was visible, Jisung cackling as he explained the pain limits set in place. Feeling a gaze on you that you knew wasn’t Jisungs, as he was busy staring down Yeosang who had a small blush covering his face, you turned to look around. Looking past them all, you landed on Wooyoung. His gaze was… intense. He was always the flirty one but the look in his eyes was determined. Almost like he was taking the challenge of the game personally. When you met his eyes though, they cleared and he smiled at you brightly, a small one tugging at your lips in response until Jisung smacked you on the shoulder.

He was still rambling about the game and you vaguely heard a question directed at you, just nodding along as you got lost in your thoughts. It wasn’t until you heard someone choking on their drink and Jisung shouting at you in pride that you snapped back into reality and looked around the group in confusion. The reactions were different, but each man now had a darker look behind their kind eyes. Mingi had been the one to choke, his face beet red as he smacked his chest. Wooyoung sported a massive smirk, looking eerily close to the joker smile. Hongjoong was watching you look at them with curiosity and the others were all just slightly red in the face. San was the only one you could really tell what he was thinking. His lips parted as his breathing picked up, his legs crossed and he stared at you with darkened, hooded eyes. It was clear he was imagining what he could do to you if he found you but a sharp nudge from Seonghwa on his side made him sit up, his previous state gone entirely as you watched him with wide eyes.

Jisung caught your attention again, his eyes as wide as yours as you looked at him with so much visible confusion.

“What?”

“Did you even hear me?”

“Oh.. no… Was I supposed to? You were explaining the game. I know how it works.”, you raised an eyebrow at Jisung.

He only answered with a laugh, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he continued to explain the little details of the game he created. He gave you no indication of just what you had agreed to when you were zoned out, his attitude more cocky than usual as he held you to him tightly. You huffed in annoyance and confusion as you sat, waiting for the explanation to be over. It took Jisung about three more minutes to finish explaining everything, questions answered and players ready.

“Okay, someone grab a bottle! It’s time to play~”, Jisung cackled and rocked with you in his hold, your eyes rolling at his maniac-esk tendencies.

“What did I agree to? I think it’s against the rules for me not to know.”

“Wrong! I made the rules, so for you, sweetpea, it’s not gonna harm you.”, Jisung planted a loud kiss on your cheek and you grunted, shoving him away to sit on the floor in front of him.

Yunho came back into the room with a bright smile and a half empty bottle of vodka in hand, followed by Yeosang who carried a bowl of snacks to the couch to share around. You accepted gratefully, munching on a small handful as everyone got settled in a circle, Jisung excluded. You called him a traitor as the last two settled down fully, the back of your head being smacked.

“Okay, now. Let’s start with a simple round of Truth or Drink. Don’t answer the truth and someone knows you’re lying, you drink. You get away with a lie and that’s that. Got it? Good. Jongho!”, Jisung pointed at Jongho as he shouted his name, the change in volume making you jump slightly against his legs, to which he laughed.

A simple hum answered him, Jongho leaning forward in his seat as Jisung copied him. His eyes darted down to you briefly before Jisung hummed obnoxiously loud, his eyes trailing back up to meet Jisung’s.

“Do you know who has the biggest dick?”

“Yeah.”, Jongho scoffed and turned his gaze to Seonghwa, “Hyung, did you eat my lunch yesterday?”

Seonghwa had the decency to look ashamed, his ears flushing red as he covered his mouth with his hand. He simply nodded and sat up straighter, staring daggers at Wooyoung who cowered away slightly.

“Did you take my Star Wars Lego and re-gift it to me during the holidays?”

Wooyoung choked on air, his eyes widening in fear as Seonghwa stood from his spot, rage seeping from him as he made his way to the frantically mumbling Wooyoung. Hongjoong stopped them quickly but when Wooyoung muttered a small ‘yes’ before he booked it outside, Hongjoong had no hope against the force of angry Seonghwa as he barrelled after the culprit.

You sat in your spot, lips pressed together to stop the laughter from spilling through as Jisung cackled at your back, San looked unbothered, almost like he knew about the occurrences. The others looked slightly concerned for Wooyoung as scared screams from Wooyoung echoed as Seonghwa shouted profanities at him. Snacks were passed around as the chase continued outside and was soon forgotten as you ate, conversation flowing naturally until Seonghwa burst through the door with Wooyoung, a harsh grip on his ear as he dropped him where he was sitting previously. He retook his own seat, San patting his thigh comfortingly as Seonghwa huffed in anger. You let out a small giggle, the despair in his actions pulling it from you before you could stop it. The glare was turned to you quickly and you muttered apologies and bowed your head to him repeatedly, his glare leaving his eyes soon after as he calmed down fully.

“Oh Jisung~”, Wooyoung called out to your friend, “Have you kissed Y/n?”

Gasps filled the room and your jaw dropped, staring at the cocky look on Wooyoung’s face as he sipped his drink. Jisung hummed and ran his hand over your hair, your head shaking in response to the question before he grabbed the sides of it to stop you.

“No, but I can.”, he emphasized his point by planting a kiss on the top of your head, your jaw snapping shut as you punched Jisungs legs where you could reach.

“OK, since I asked someone already, San. Would you kiss one of the people beside you?”

You watched as his head turned to either side, glancing over his friends before he nodded, “Yeah. Probably would.”

A few cries of shock followed his answer, the two to his sides blushing red as they stared at the carpet below them. You smacked Jisung’s leg again, hand reaching for the snacks as the questions were passed between the rest of the boys. Soon enough, after a few angry chases through the backyard and a few insults here and there, your name was being called by Yeosang. You met his eyes easily, head tilted in question as you swallowed the mouthful of Doritos you had been crunching.

“Would you make out with anyone in the room…minus Jisung?”, his eyes were curious as he held your gaze but you could feel the weight of the others’ darkened eyes on your frame as you thought for a moment.

With your eyes steadily on Yeosang, you licked your lips slowly, still thinking before you no longer had to, Yeosangs answering lip lick solidifying what you were, in all honesty, pretending to think about.

“Yes. In a heartbeat.”, your face lit up with a blush as they groaned, some shifting in their spots as others hid behind their hands to save face in front of you.

“So why don’t you?”

“What?”, your head snapped to Jisung, a smirk playing at his lips as he watched the panic course through you.

“Make out with one of them. I dare you.”

“This isn’t the game, Jisung.”

“Good thing a preliminary game of spin the bottle is next then huh?”

You groaned and smacked him, running your clammy hands over your face as you huffed out a breath of pure tension, “I think we get that you smashed together some games and forced us to play it for your pleasure.”

A few laughs greeted your ears, Jisung’s angry huff reaching you between the laughs before you had a smack landed on the top of your head. You groaned a little and rubbed your head, glaring up at Jisung from your spot.

“Unnecessary!”

“Shut up. Fine, we’ll just start the game. Since our dear Y/n decided to ruin our pre-game, she’ll spin first!~”, Jisung pushed you forwards slightly, your hands catching you as you fell forward.

You sat upright with a huff and shook your head, reaching for the bottle that Yunho still held. The level of vodka in it had dropped and you raised an eyebrow, his sheepish smile answering all your questions. You let it go and set the bottle in the middle of your circle, sitting on your knees at arm’s length away from it, you grasped the body and spun it. Watching it spin, your heart rate picked up, the bottle slowly coming to a stop as you stared at it. You didn’t want to look away from it, if it had landed on him, you knew you would be found and there was no telling just what would happen.

You felt all their gazes on you as you stared holes into the bottle, the neck pointing somewhere to your front right. A throat clearing made your shoulders jump, your eyes flicking away from the bottle in the general direction of Jisung behind you with a glare. You took a deep breath, staring at the bottle still. Exhaling sharply as you glanced up to meet your seeker’s eyes, you froze. You were fearing being seeked out by Wooyoung but seeing Hongjoong staring you down, head tilted down slightly and to the side as he smirked, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as he watched you, you knew you had been afraid of the wrong person.

Red rushed over your face, a sympathizing chuckle coming from someone to your left and as you glanced over quickly, you were surprised to see Yeosang smirking at you in a similar way. The blush heated your face quicker, your cheeks burning as you glanced back at Hongjoong, who had shifted to kneel in his spot between Mingi and Jongho. You met his dark eyes, his head tilting further in silence as he picked up on your spike of fear.

“The captain first. How fitting! Now, you have to give her a dare! She can’t say no.”, Jisung interrupted your staring contest, your fear dying in your chest slowly as the look faded from Hongjoong’s face.

A bright smile pulled at the captain's lips as he watched you closely, his hands clasping together on his thighs as everyone sat in nervous silence.

“I dare you…”, Hongjoong met your apprehensive gaze as his darkened once more, Jisung at your back oblivious to the look as he flirted with San, “I dare you to go the rest of the night without your shirt on.”

Cat calls echoed around your head, your eyes widening as you held his gaze once more, his smile dropping into a smirk in a split second as you shook your head.

“That’s unreasonable. I’m not-”, your denial was cut off by the sound of fabric ripping, your eyes darting down at the sudden chill on your torso only to see your shirt in two halves hanging around your hips.

You gasped in shock, one of your favourite shirts ripped so easily but as you looked to the side to see Jongho and Yeosang with similarly hovering hands, you saw red.

“What the fuck?! I get this is a game to you all but I take destroying my possessions very seriously! So if one of you wants to stop and fucking think about how much I enjoy my possessions, that would be great!”

You were fuming. Your fists clenching as your chest heaved, eyes squeezed shut in anger while you tried to keep the tears away. Silence followed your outburst, gazes set on your form as Jisung rubbed your bare shoulders.

“Well? Is anyone gonna say something? Anything to let me know that you aren’t complete assholes?!”

The continued silence made you huff, your eyes snapping open only to make eye contact with Seonghwa who was now kneeling in front of you, eyes darker than the night sky and swirling with an emotion you couldn’t quite place as his hand shot out to grip your chin between two long fingers.

“I’d watch how you talk to us if you want to make it out later.”, his voice was deeper than you had ever heard it, rivaling Mingi’s as he leaned forward to whisper darkly in your ear, “You won’t be walking out of this house normally anyways, don’t make it worse for yourself, pet.”

He pulled away abruptly, his harsh grip leaving your face as it heated rapidly, his eyes brightening as he took his previous spot. All eyes were on you as you inhaled shakily, your eyes clearing of the anger that was previously swirling in them and instead fogging over in a headspace you never thought Park Seonghwa would be able to induce, even if just slightly as he promised you your demise.

Jisung cleared his throat sharply, smacking his hands down on your shoulders. You jumped in your spot at the touch, your mind miles away from the current situation until that moment as Jisung began rambling off the rules again.

“One minute to hide, as soon as you leave the room, Y/N, it’ll start. Hongjoong you have three to find her. You fail, you spin and swap out. Then it starts over until we either run out of men or our dear hider is found.”, Jisung made eye contact with everyone in the room, making sure they nodded before he slapped you over the head, “Get a move on! We only have so much time.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding the eyes of everyone as you stepped to the edge of the living room, your legs hesitating mid-step as you glanced back at Jisung for reassurance. Seeing his answering nod at your gaze, you sighed lowly and booked it from the room, your steps echoing as you clambered away from the heavy energy. Jisung’s shout for the timer starting had your heart quickening as you looked into every room you could, eyes searching for that perfect spot you knew no one would look in.

You even considered the trash can in the kitchen before you heard low laughs coming from the room across from it, looking up to see San watching you. The darkness in his eyes had you sprinting from any room even remotely close to the living room, your hands shaking as you considered just jumping in the shower or the linen closet and praying that whatever Hongjoong had planned for you was innocent and painless.

You figured that closets, under beds, in the shower or behind curtains would be searched first, followed by behind chairs in corners or large piles of blankets or clothes, your mind racing with thoughts on how you could possibly hide in a way that would ensure you would be free to win the game and have the boys fight it out as they hid amongst themselves. Jisung shouted ‘20 seconds’ into the house, the slight murmur from the group dying down slightly as you froze, head turning around the room frantically.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hide goddamnit!”, you scolded yourself, scanning every last corner of the room before you came up with a plan.

Grabbing pants from the closet, you stuffed them haphazardly with pillows, standing them on shoes behind the curtains before closing them to create a space of darkness, Jisung starting a countdown from 15 seconds as you frantically stuffed another pair of pants to hold with you for your plan.

“3!”

Your hands shook as you closed the door to the room, body pressed against the wall as tightly as possible to minimize the obvious gap when it opened.

“2!”

You held the pants and shoes in one arm, tucked against your chest as you covered your mouth with the waistband.

“1!”

You heard shuffling from downstairs, your eyes closing as you tried to control your breathing.

“Ready or not, here I come~”, Hongjoong’s voice carried up the stairs as he climbed them steadily, “I’ll find you sooner or later, bunny. You can hide, but you can’t run.”

The sharp edge to his words made you clam up, your hands slipping slightly and causing your elbow to knock against the door lightly. You gasped as quietly as you could, free hand clamping down harshly on your mouth as a shadow filled the doorway, the hallway light only silhouetting his figure as he opened the door. He swung it open slowly, his hand splayed on the wood as you waited for it to collide with your body. The hit was far from obvious as he left it to rest just centimeters from your body, his eyes narrowed and predatory as you shook slightly.

The curtain rings did you a favor, sliding slightly to adjust to the positioning and drawing his attention from the other side of the room. His smirk grew noticeably in the darkness of the room, the hallway lights seeming to glint off his canine as he stalked towards the curtains, his eyes trained down on the set of shoes just barely peeking from behind them.

“Oh little bunny. You could’ve at least tried to get away~”, his smug look was wiped from his face as he violently pulled open the curtains, the noise allowing you to slip out of the room as Jisung shouted ‘2 minutes left’.

The door creaked slightly as you snuck out of your spot, Hongjoong freezing as you booked it. A cruel laugh filled the air moments later as the sound of a door slamming shut took over the house. Shivers went down everyone's spines at the following laughter, his words making you stumble as you ran into the library room that was really just a desk and a few bookshelves.

“If I find you, little bunny, you’ll wish you never ran. I’ll make sure of it. You’ll make such a pretty bunny for us, covered in our marks and drenched in our cum.”

He made no indication that he heard the door to the room squeaking but as you slid between the shelves on the wall of the door, your stuffed pants casting a shadow under the desk for him to see as he swung the door open fully, a mocking click of his tongue following, you knew he had heard it.

“Oh bunny. You should’ve been quieter. Maybe then you would have had it easier.”, he stood still in front of the desk, his shoulders lifting with his heavy breaths as he stared down the top of it, “But poor bunny thinks we’re dumb-”

“Hey Captain! 10 seconds!”, Jisung shouted up the stairs.

“Your tricks may have worked, but whoever is next will not be as accepting of your tricks.”

“Game!”, Jisungs shout startled you slightly, Hongjoong leaving the room before he paused.

“Your little games will get you hurt, bunny. I’d be careful.”, he growled his words at you, fingers tapping against the bookshelf you were squished between as he left the room.

You sighed in relief, slipping from your spot to breathe properly for a minute as you gathered your decoy, going back to gather your other one as Jisung shouted up to you that you have some extra time as the bottle spun. Your hands steadied quite quickly with the news, your hands working double time to stuff some more pillows into pants, placing one behind the curtains again, another in the shower, replacing the one under the desk and shoving one under a bed. All that was left was you, Jisung’s call of your official time starting putting the shake back in your hands.

You had one minute to hide again, your decoys calming your mind slightly until you ended up in front of the locked door at the very end of the hall. The red light that was usually on in the room was absent for now as you stared at it, a call of 30 seconds shaking your mind as you turned away from it, stumbling into the closest room you could reach.

You looked around frantically, eyes finding the doors that led to a small balcony quickly. You huffed but gave in, opening the doors with a huff. You could hide behind chairs, the giant potted plant or you could stand on the edge and pray no one walked out. SIghing heavily, you pressed yourself against the wall beside a large plant right by the doors. A faint shout of Jisung’s voice told you that the new seeker was out and searching for you. Opening doors slowly sounded less muffled as he approached the room you were in, his voice muffled while he searched for you. The door to the room opened slower than the rest of the doors, the slow squeak of the hinges making you cringe as you pressed yourself against the cold wall.

“I see you know what you’re doing. I don’t appreciate these little games you think you can get away with, doll. When we find you, you will regret it. Mark my words. If I don’t ensure it, then I know for a fact that the others will when they find out your little mind games. Jisung forbade us from telling the others what happens on our hunts…”, a door slammed open, “So you’re safe with your little decoys until someone doesn’t fall for them.”

The growl his voice took on was bone-chilling, the anger and anticipation behind it making you shiver more violently than the cold breeze had been, your entire body tensing as the patio doors opened one by one.

“You’re lucky my time just ended, doll. A shame we don’t get to play just yet… I’ll have my chance with you and by god will you regret everything.”, his head poked through the doors, making eye contact with you immediately and you whimpered.

The smirk on his face was nothing less than cruel as he watched you shiver, your eyes wide as he watched you until you gasped, fully registering your situation. You shook your head, hands waving in front you as you stepped back slightly.

“J-Jongho no, t-the time ended!”, your voice trembled as he watched you panic, an easy smile replacing his smirk.

“I’m aware, doll. It’s best you come inside for now if you keep planning to hide out here. You’ll get sick.”, he tugged you inside, his large hand warm against your smaller one as the warm air of the house washed over you.

“Thank you…”, you murmured as Jisung shouted for Jongho again, his heat disappearing back downstairs to spin the bottle as you warmed up slowly.

The minute it took for the bottle to land and Jisung to shout up to you felt like ages, your last decoy being replaced under blankets on a bed. Your brain was short-circuiting. You had no idea who was next, it could be Wooyoung, it could be Seonghwa or it could be Yeosang. Either way, you were terrified of those three for the moment as you slotted yourself under the bed the decoy was on. It was a dumb spot and you would be lying your ass off if you said you couldn’t hear past your own heartbeat for a few seconds as footsteps trailed up the stairs, oddly heavy for any of the boys.

The sound of two doors swinging open at once sent alarm bells off in your head again as you picked up on two separate footstep patterns entering rooms opposite your hiding place. You had closed the door to be extra safe, leaving the door to the room of your last hiding place open just to throw them off. Regret filled your panicked being as you watched four shadows extend from under the door to the room you were in.

Of course they sent up two and of course Jisung allowed it. Why wouldn’t he? He was always rooting for your failure in a best friend way, just as he was always trying to get you laid. Maybe that was his plan with this godforsaken game, you thought. The door opened slowly with an extended creek sending shivers down your spine as you indirectly met Wooyoung's dark gaze from under the bed, San’s sharp eyes scanning the room slowly, gaze just as filled with a promise of danger.

Watching San’s arm lift to point subtly at the decoy on the bed, you let out the smallest whimper you could, hands clasped over your mouth and nose to hide your heavy breathing as they approached opposite sides of the beds.

“Oh princess. You could have hid so much better!”, San’s voice was overly cheerful as you watched his foot tap in eight counts.

“Unless our little baby just couldn’t wait to be found~”, Wooyoung's voice matched San’s cheerful tone as he added to the teasing.

The swoosh of blankets covered the noises of shock they no doubt made, the muted thump made your heart race, knowing they wouldn’t leave the blankets on the floor to sweep up the dust of the day. The veined hands gripping the pile confirmed your thoughts, a slight peek of hair nearly exposing your spot as they bent to pull the covers over the decoy. They whispered to each other, the annoyance hidden in their tones now present as they scanned the room once more before they left with heavy steps.

Their posture screamed disappointment but being under the bed stopped you from seeing the small smirk shared between them as Jisung called time moments after your door closed. The silence and heat building in the room suffocated you slowly, your hands fumbling with the door until you were able to breathe in different air, your mind racing at the possibilities of them sending up another group of two, maybe even a group of three if Jisung was feeling like causing more chaos.

The troublemakers next call of your time had you rushing into the bathroom, hands fumbling with the decoy to chuck it outside, no longer caring if it led whoever was next straight to you. You were flustered, scared and becoming increasingly panicked at what the others were planning as they sent away each seeker. A heavy set of footsteps trailed slowly up the stairs, your mind jumping Yunho as the stairs creaked under the weight of whoever was ascending. They had to be larger than Hongjoong or Yeosang, their stature a little too small for you to believe it was one of them making their way up

. Your thoughts came to a sudden stop as you heard a mumble, his deep voice chilling you to the bone as you realized it was probably Mingi who was now searching for you. You weren’t afraid of Mingi for the game, but he was observant when he needed to be and he needed to be, so you were concerned. Your hands trembled as you flattened yourself against the bottom of the tub, the showerhead staring you down threateningly as the sound of his footsteps got closer.

The panic clouding your brain hid the change in heaviness of the steps, the lighter tone of the voice responding to someone you could only pray was downstairs, but hearing no shout from Jisung at that moment, you just knew they had sent up an overly coordinated pair. That, or they walked so slowly up the stairs trying to match their steps that they lost all of their time, Jisung’s voice shouting ‘5 seconds’ confirming your running thoughts as 3 separate voices began complaining. You could recognize the tones of Mingi, Yunho and Yeosang. A shiver traversed your spine as you realized that Yeosang could have found you in that moment, their overly careful planning to walk up the stairs saving you for one last round. Saving you for Seonghwa.

Sitting up in the tub, you couldn’t help but think that maybe leaving you to Seonghwa last was on purpose. The feeling he gave you before, surrounded by the other boys in the circle only spelled danger and dominance. You were terrified of it. The sharp change in the way he acted towards you to how he acted on the regular like a Care Bear murdering a child. Unexpected and completely out of the usual character you were used to. Your mind raced at the hiding spots you could get away with, mentally checking off places you hid decoys or hid for the others until you reached the small office room in your pacing, Jisung’s delayed call of your start time only fueling your fear knowing that Seonghwa had probably asked for his call for your time to start later. Letting you sit in your panic, letting it build slowly for him to make it burst when he began his hunt.

HIs confidence was overwhelming from that one non-verbal cue to you and you knew he would find you, probably paid off Jisung to let the guys tell him where you were so he could narrow down your location. He was already in your head and Jisung had just called your start time, your hands shaking as you closed the office door slowly so the hinges wouldn’t creek as they did when Hongjoong had followed you into the room previously.

Your decoy sat under the desk still and you sighed, deciding to hide between the shelves on the far right side of the room, the desk nearly perfectly parallel to your small hiding spot. Hongjoong’s mocking call of ‘ready or not, here he comes’ did nothing to help your nerves, your hands sweating against the dark wood of the bookshelf in front of you, your ears straining for any sound of Seonghwa that you couldn’t find.

He was deadly silent climbing the stairs, no doors squeaked as they opened (if he opened them) and you were trembling as the door to the office slowly swung open. The large, veined hand on the wood was the only thing giving away his presence until he stepped into the room, eyes fixed on the desk with an intensity you never saw in his eyes. His lips curled at the shadow under the desk, his head tilting as his tongue poked out to run over his plush bottom lip.

“I appreciate your commitment to the decoy under the desk, pet. It’s clever. For dumb little girls who don’t know when to give themselves up.”

His voice was deep again, eyes never leaving the desk as he approached it, hands slamming down the surface. He hung his head slightly, his fluffy hair dropping to hide his eyes from your fearful gaze.

“I’ll give you a choice, pet. You come out of your own free will, walk downstairs with me in that pretty little bra and we go easy on you.”, he scoffed out a small laugh, his hands drawing your attention as he reached into his pocket, a small pocket knife glinting in his pretty hands, “Or~ You don’t. I pull you from that pathetic little hiding spot and drag you down those stairs where you get used by us until you can’t even lift a finger. Jisung was a good little boy…”

The silence made him hum, his hand flipping the knife open and closed over and over with a steady click. He laughed mockingly as the silence carried, your stubbornness amusing him as he tilted his head.

“He was too easy for San to seduce. All it took was a few touches on his thigh, some compliments and he was caving, telling us all your dirty little kinks. Yeah he gave us everything we needed to know. And then he left!”

His cruel laugh made you tear up. Of course Jisung caved to San’s false advances. The fucker probably took the car too, not even leaving you a text to explain how he fed you to the wolves. You were drawn from your angry thoughts towards Jisung by the rough scrape of the blade on the wooden surface of the desk.

“I’ll give you… one minute. You had a minute to hide for us. You get a minute to decide how good you want to be for us.”, He was standing up straight again, his fingers drumming the desk as he put the knife away.

The silence was only broken by his drumming and a slow, mocking countdown to your inevitable demise, his voice deep but airy as he counted to your end. Your heartbeat was rapid in your chest and you could swear if Seonghwa was silent for even a second, he’d hear it pounding against the wood of the bookshelf. Your thoughts overwhelmed your awareness of your actions, your breathing getting a little out of hand with your increasing heart rate as the countdown dropped to ‘5~’ and suddenly stopped.

By the time your mind caught up with the lack of counting and the heat of the darkened eyes suddenly on you, a harsh grip was on your hair, pulling you from your spot roughly. You hadn’t even seen him move, your legs buckling at the sudden motion, causing you to stumble into Seonghwa’s chest, his eyes beating down on the top of your head as you pushed away from him slightly to get some space for your racing thoughts to calm. You had no time to begin to calm yourself as his soft lips brushed your ear teasingly, his voice nothing but a growl as he whispered to you.

“Run for me now, pet. Let’s have some fun~”

Your mind ran blank as he nudged you towards the door, your feet carrying you faster out of the room, your panic leading you to the bathroom once more, closing the door with much more force than necessary. The coldness of the tub stole your breath as you laid down again, the reflection of the showerhead letting you see the door open slowly just as every other door had. The image was too distorted for closer objects, a slight blur showing you Seonghwa’s figure walking further into the room but not allowing you further sight on him. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing and your heart to listen to his movements.

Hearing none, just a slight shuffle you were sure you made, you opened your eyes just in time to see his large hand twisting the cold water tap for the shower. You gasped at his hand, his dark eyes peeking around the curtain just as ice cold water poured down onto you from above, your eyes closing as you shrieked at the cold, hands raising to try and block some of the stream. They were soon tugged down though, a new face hovering above yours as you thrashed about in the tub, heart racing as you glanced up.

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part 2

there’s just something about cruel seonghwa that gets me going istg

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joongwooclub · 11 months

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in our world || j.wy

synopsis: yn is tired of everything, and one person can make her feel okay.

nextdoorneighbor!wooyoung x student fem reader [third pov]

contains: childhood friends to strangers to friends to lover, mention of ed, depression, health issues, broken home, unrealistic expectations, just really sad, fluff, comfort for reader.

[See authors note at the end for notice]

The semester was exhausting; exams after exams, labs after labs. Not to mention the stress for academic success for y/n’s parents. “College will be easier” “you’ll have more freedom!” “You won’t have to stress about classes, you choose them.” all the things people say about college, yet never warn what comes with it. Never choose a 9 am class unless you don’t want to sleep, stress will always be there, you have to have a certain gpa to get into certain majors. Not to mention that if your scholarship doesn’t cover everything, book prices will be the death of you, and student debt..don’t get started on those. Those will follow you until you finish whatever you’re majoring in or if you drop out.

Y/n was part of the medical field major, choosing it as a way to be helpful around the world and be able to take care of her parents, but here she is, in her dorm room, crying over grades and how life is turning out. “Can’t you take a break?” y/n’s best friend friend, Ningning, asked, a pout on her lips. Y/n shook her head and lift up her head from her desk, “Sorry Ning…I have to finish this essay. It’s the final project for Dr. Han’s class.” “You’re always working!” Ningning cried out, but understood what y/n was going through, “just make sure to eat and drink water. Please?” she practically begged her best friend. Y/n nodded, not wanting to promise something she knew she won’t be able to keep. Ningning sighed and left the dormitory with her other friends. Y/n was determined to finish the essay, and since this was her last assignment of the semester, she sat up and cracked her aching back, starting on the eight page essay that was assigned.

Several hours later

Y/n finally finished her essay, although it wasn’t the best she could have done, but she was tired. Tired wasn’t the right word, it was more burn out, she didn’t have any more motivations to try harder in her classes. But now that she was finished, she could finally eat and pack. Students had three days to pack before the campus shuts down for the summer, so there was much to do. Pushing her chair out of the desk, feeling light headed and semi dizzy, she headed towards her shared kitchen with her roomates. The fridge didn’t have much, some apple juice and slices of cheese, leftover salads and some of Ningning’s leftover burgers from her party. Y/n sighed and took one of the leftover burgers and went to heat it up in the microwave, grabbing a glass to drink some water. The day flew by fast as she was busy writing, and by the time she sat down, Ningning walked through the door with a small smile. “Hey Y’n! Glad to see you out of the room, do you want some?” Ningning asked, bringing a bag of store bought snacks. Y/n stomach growled with hunger seeing it, but she refused. “No thanks Ning. I’m eating one of the leftover hamburgers from your party. I’m on that diet before seeing my family remember?” “Ah..right..sorry.” Ning whispered, sitting down next to her best friend. “Would you be alright by yourself?” Ning asked. “I’ll work through it, don’t worry.” Y/n smiled sadly, Ningning has been her best friend for years, so she knew how Y/n’s family was. The expectations they pushed their daughter on was unhealthy, but what can Ningning do when y/n was raised to be a certain way and not be able to speak her own mind? “Well..you know you can always call me and I’ll drive those god forsaken 5 hours back and forth for you.” She smiled at her best friend. Y/n chuckled at her best friend and hugged her, “thank you.” she simple whispered. Ning just hugged her back and gave her a squeeze. “Let’s get packed then.”

Ningning helped Y/n pack her things and suddenly it was the morning of the next day to where they needed to separate ways to go back to their families or whatever vacation they had planned for summer. “Thanks for the help Ning~ get back home safe, and enjoy your trip to Thailand!” Y/n cheered happily, Ning gave her a smile and hugged y/n again, “thanks y/n! I’ll send you pictures, text me when you get home ok? And don’t forget to drink water and eat on the drive home!”Y/n nodded her head and giggled. Watching Ningning get into her car and drive off, Y/n did the same. The anxiety once again rising inside her as she was by herself again.

The drive back home wasn’t horrible. It was more of the fact she had to face her family again and stay with them for the couple months that her parents forced her to stay due to activities they “needed” to do together. An hour (more or less) was left until she reached her destination, her anxiety rising again, feeling the sweat form on her hands gripping the wheels. “Do I look okay?” “Will they talk about my weight again?” “Are they going to ask for my grades?” “Do I have to do things around the house again?” many thoughts and insecurities coming back, it made her afraid, she never really did like going back home, and yet she went back every year. Something was wrong with her.

Looking away from the road as it was a long stretch of just highways, she looked at her gas meter. It was halfway, but better safe than sorry, she decided to go towards an exit for gas. Luckily where she use to live was a market that had gat on its property, kinda like a costco in some ways. Pulling into a free space, she turned off her car and got out, locking her doors and walking into the market. Browsing for small snacks that won’t make her feel bloat, she ran into a much rather taller build. “Oh I’m so sorry.” she replied, looking up at who she bumped into. “Y/n?” the stranger asked, y/n tilted her head, “yes? Who are you?” she questioned. “Oh my god! I haven’t seen you since I moved, it’s me Wooyoung!” He cheered, happily hugging Y/n. It took her a few seconds to realize why the name sounded so familiar, “Oh my god, Woo..” she said, shocked, but happy. “Are you visiting home?” he questioned, Y/n nodded, not wanting to say much, after all she finally saw one of her childhood friends again after a while. “Same here, just finished my semester at University. What are you majoring?” “Ah..I’m doing medical.” “Smart girl” Wooyoung giggled, making Y/n’s heart skip a beat, “I’m majoring in music, dancing to be specific, but you know my vocals are top notch as well.” This caused y/n to laugh quietly, she forgot how cheery Wooyoung was, it made her feel like a kid again. Oh how she wish she can go back to being a kid, with no worries, a better life.. “Y/n?” Wooyoung asked, waving his hand front of her face, “sorry?” she mumbled. “I was asking if I can visit you later, can I have your number again?” Wooyoung asked, his face turning into a worried look as he never seen his childhood friend space out so much. “Oh..oh yeah of course! Sorry.” Y/n said scrambling to give her number to Wooyoung. Y/n looked at the time and slightly gasped at how late it was getting, her parents were going to kill her. “Sorry Wooyoung, I gotta go. Text me later ok?” She said dropping the snacks she picked up and running to the cashier to ask for gas. Wooyoung didn’t get to say goodbye as she was already out of the store and pulling out of the market parking lot. He looked down at the snacks she had in her basket and frowned. He picked up the basket and took it to the cashier, buying the snacks she didn’t get.

Y/n was scared, She was late. Her parents always yelled at her when she didn’t do anything correctly. She felt like she was 12 years old again, getting scolded for hurting herself on the pavement instead of being reassured. Y/n eyes getting hazy by the second, tears threatening to come out. When her GPS announced she reached the destination, she wanted to turn around and leave, but she knew she couldn’t. She parked her car and prepared herself for whatever her parents had to say, so as she walked up and shakily knocked on the door, it was quickly opened by her mother. “You’re late.” she simple said, deadpan eyes. “Y-Yes I know, I’m sorry. I was getting gas-” “I don’t want to hear it. Dinner already started, go ahead and put your things away and get whatever is left.” her mother said walking away. Y/n just huffed and carried her suitcase up the stairs, avoiding seeing anyone else until she had to go into the dining room. “Oh you’re here.” Y/n’s brother said, getting up from his seat and leaving the room. “You can clean up my plate, thanks.” Y/n wanted to roll her eyes, “still a brat.” and turned her attention to the table. “Your sister won’t be here, she’s busy.” Her mom said, getting up from her seat. Y/n’s dad grumbled, “there’s a few leftovers. Don’t eat too much, you’re fat as ii is.” he commented before leaving as well.

Less than 5 minutes and she was already pushed around and degraded, she was so tired of it. Y/n just nodded and cleaned whatever mess they made, having no energy to argue with her own parents. Going to her parents saying she wasn’t hungry anymore (she lied), she told them she’ll be in her room. They gave no attention, just a okay and went back to watching their more important tv shows. As she went into her old room, she collapsed onto her bed, just tired and wished time moved faster. She didn’t want to be here. She sat up, seeing the night sky and stars, the moon was pretty. She decided to get up and open her window, carefully climbing out to walk to the rooftop. As she sat there, she watched the sky and listened to the night life, the moon shining so beautifully. She wondered what it would feel like to become the air, or the stars. To not be on the planet as a human, but as something else.

A bag being placed next to her startled her, making her jump. She looked and saw Wooyoung holding a goofy grin on his face. “How did you get up here?” She questioned. “We’re neighbors, i know how to climb ladders.’he joked, Y/n gave him a small smile and looked at the bag he brought, “oh you left these.” He smiled, pulling out the snacks she dropped. Her smile faded, “ah you didn’t have to waste your money on me. I’m sorry. How much was it?” Y/n rambled on, “Y/n. It’s okay, I bought it for you, don’t worry.” Wooyoung said, kinda sad as to why his friend was acting like this. She use to love eating the snacks in the bags, he remembers her clearly “begging” him to get her some of the chips she likes. But now as he stares at her, she looked like she was afraid of the food.

“Is everything okay y/n?” he whispered, sitting closer to her. Y/n bit her lip, on one hand, she wanted to tell someone what she was thinking, feeling, and let it all out, but on the other hand, she didn’t want to be a bother, use someone for her own use. But the look Wooyoung gave her, full of worry, it made her heart ping with hurt. Something about his aura made her feel safe and okay to express what she kept to herself for the past years of her youth. So, she decided to answer truthfully.

“No..” y/n mumbled, before Wooyoung could ask what was wrong, y/n continued what she wanted to say. “Wooyoung, I’m so tired of living. It’s so hard. I keep failing my parents, they make me feel like I’m such a burden all the time, I’m not successful like my sister or brother, university is just so hard. I barely have friends, I mainly have Ningning, but that’s it. Every time I think something positive about myself, I have nothing. I’m ugly, I’m fat. I’m not smart, I can’t even lose weight by dieting, I keep gaining and gaining, even if i eat and throw up, nothing helps, I can’t even make the people around me happy; I just make everyone worry and for what? I just want to be perfect, but I can’t and it’s killing me.” Y/n let out, not everything being mentioned, but enough to make herself feel better. “I’m just so tired of living and not being acknowledge. I mean I’m working so hard, but why can’t anyone else see it?” she cried softly, tears flowing onto her cheeks. She hasn’t vent to someone like this before, not even Ningning, because she didn’t want to be a bother to anyone, and here she is, dumping it onto Wooyoung.

Wooyoung was silent, and all y/n can think about how bad she messed up everything. What she didn’t expect was Wooyoung to hug her tightly. He didn’t say anything, because he knew sometimes listening was better than saying anything. Y/n cried into his chest, his shirt being sightly damped but he didn’t care. He was worried for his friend, and he felt like he needed to protect her and tell her that she wasn’t ugly, nor fat. That she grew into a beautiful woman and he fell in love with again. “I know what I say won’t stick, but you’re amazing, smart, beautiful and perfect in your own ways. Don’t be someone else because other people demand you to be.” He whispers. The two of them stayed in the moon lit night together until the sun was coming up.

The cycle repeated each day until it became part of their routine. The two stayed by each others side for the couple months that were there, and now they had one month left. One month left to be with each other, one month left with y/n’s toxic family. Y/n wanted the time to go by, but at the same time, not really. Wooyoung’s company has helped her in so many ways. When her family degraded her and forced her to basically starve, Wooyoung would text and come over in the middle of the night to give her small meals he made, knowing that big amounts still scared her, but she was slowly recovering. She started to find happiness in small things again, like walking around in the park, meeting other dogs and cats on the street and petting them. It was unbelievable to Ningning when she called Y/n to ask her what day and time she would be arriving back to the campus. “You’ve changed so much.” Ningning smiled through the facetime call, “Who do I need to thank for this?” Ning laughed, before y/n could answer, Wooyoung took her phone and smiled, “Me. You need to be thanking me.” he laughed. Ningning laughed and joked around. “Well thank you handsome sir, make sure she gets back to campus safely!” Y/n blushed at Ning’s comment and told her to hand up as a joke. The three talked until Ningning had to go, so it was the two of them again watching the sunset on the rooftop.

“I enjoyed your company. You made it bearable.” Y/n whispered, sad that the time to leave was coming closer. Wooyoung nudged her on the shoulder and smiled at her sadly, “Hey no worries, you’ll still have me by your side.” He grinned. Y/n nodded but she knew the truth, she would be alone again because once she goes back to the campus, she’ll be in a hole of just study , study, study, and work, work, work. Wooyoung pulled Y/n into a hug, his face snuggled into her neck.

“Spending the last couple months had me thinking..” he whispered. He moved his face in front of Y/n so they had eye-to-eye contact. He used a finger to lift her chin and cupped her cheeks, “Had me thinking about us. About you. My sweet darling, my princess y/n. The last few months with you have been incredible, and I have seen the changes you’ve made on your own. You’re strong and I believe in you. You’re going to succeed in your classes, you’re going to make yourself proud. If your family doesn’t see how intelligent you are, and how much you have been trying, excuse my language, but fuck them. And I know recovering is hard, but keep going, for me, for Ningning, for yourself okay? Your body is perfect the way it is, you’re not fat, and you’re not skinny either, you're you, the perfect weight that you were created for. I love you for who you are, and I’m forever proud of you.” He spoke, his words hitting Y/n’s heart, his words comforting her because no one has spoke to her in some way.

Y/n teared up and hugged Wooyoung tightly, “Thank you Wooyoung, I truly appreciate it. You mean so much to me, and I know we reconnected for only a few months, but you make me feel so safe. I love you so much.” “And I love you too my princess.” he softly smiled, giving y/n a small kiss on her lips. It was just the two of them in their own world, with the comfort of each other.

authors note - hey everyone, long time no see. it's admin stacy, i haven't written in a long time, and I have not been in a good place mentally, I won't go into details on what I've been going through, but I guess I wrote this for some comfort since I don't receive the words that y/n gets in this story. But I just want to say, thank you for reading, and if you're struggling, just know it's okay. everyone's pace is different, and you're trying your hardest. Me and every idol group you love are so proud of you. Please take care of yourself, I love you

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honeyhotteoks · 2 years

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he knows he loves you (j.yh)

anon asks: the first 'i love you' imagine with yunho

a/n: absolutely! please enjoy this absolute fluff

warnings: none, just fluff. first time 'i love you’, fem!reader, sweet boy!yunho, protective!mingi

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

genre: pure cotton candy fluff

word count: 1.3k

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The first time he realizes he loves you it’s not a surprise.

He had a feeling all along that you were going to be it for him, and you just kept proving him right. When it hits him, you’re standing in the dorm kitchen helping Wooyoung make ramen and slapping Mingi’s hand away from getting an early taste. He just knows. He leans against the kitchen island and watches with amusement when Mingi sulks away, not even a single noodle for his charms. You turn to Yunho, and see his eyes are sparkling – a laugh bubbling up in him.

“What?” You ask, narrowing your eyes, “you don’t get any early either just because we’re dating.”

It only makes him laugh harder and there’s nothing but the word love to describe how wholly he feels about you, but he doesn’t say it then, only throws his hands up in mock surrender, “All right, all right, I’ll be patient.”

He watches as you grin and turn your attention back to adding spring onions to the pot of boiling water. He waits to tell you, but he knows.

He waits, but now it’s been weeks since he first realized. He’s been planning for the right time and place, but with his grueling schedule it’s hard to find the time with you that is consistent and planned. Very often you’re connecting over text or with video calls, squeezing in in person visits where possible when the members are home for a night instead of touring or late-night shooting for their upcoming comeback. In his mind he’s planned date days – buying you an overflow of flowers, taking you to a fancy dinner, planning a weekend getaway just the two of you. In the end, he blurts it out at you over dinner in front of everyone.

All eight of them were home late after a day of shooting, physically exhausted and starting to wear thin after the grind of sixteen-hour days. While they had been working late, Yunho only having a few spare moments to shoot you one or two texts the entire day, you had let yourself into the dorm with a spare key and gotten to work. The boys kept the place exceptionally tidy, but a little extra love and care would go far on a day like today. You knew this was their ninth day in a row without much of a break, and they had to be reaching their point of physical and mental exhaustion. Yunho had told you comebacks would be like this, with their endless promotion cycles, but this was the first time you’d experienced it firsthand.

By the time you hear the cars pulling into the back garage, you had just about finished setting the table. The timing was perfect, the last of the meat coming off the grill and the side dishes still hot. The front door opened, and they filed in. It was a rare sight to see all eight of them so quiet, their fatigue palpable.

“Come eat!” You announce, surprising them.

“Ah y/n!” San cheers, “you are a star,”

“Is that beef?” You hear Mingi exclaim.

“Kimchi fried rice!” Wooyoung collapses into a chair and reaches immediately for a plate.

Yunho finds you and pulls the two serving dishes out of your hands, trying his best to help despite his obvious exhaustion. “You didn’t have to do all this,” he sighs, but you can see the relief on his face.

“I know, I wanted to,” you gesture for him and everyone to sit, “you’ve been working yourselves ragged, and not getting any home cooked meals or help around here. You all deserve a night off.”

Hongjoong smiles warmly, “Thank you y/n,”

“Of course,”

Everyone tucks into their meals, and you watch as the stress starts to melt off them. Feeding all eight of them was always a challenge, they were ravenous and energetic, and you always ended up cooking double and triple portions just to have enough. As the meal draws to a close, you drop your next surprise. “Okay, everyone, quick announcement.”

A chorus of shushing circles the table and everyone focuses on you.

“What’s up?” San asks, a dumpling still tucked in his cheek.

“I have a few more surprises,” you say, and they look on in anticipation, “there’s a surprise dessert in the fridge, and you all have freshly cleaned bedding so you can get some sound sleep tonight.” Everyone exclaims, and you catch Yunho smiling warmly at you. “Better yet, I intercepted a call from one of your managers earlier. Sounds like your early wake up call has been cancelled; your day start got pushed back to 2pm so enjoy sleeping in!”

There are genuine cheers, and as Jongho starts to ask what’s for dessert, the just words slip out of him, no stopping in sight. “God, I love you,” Yunho grins at you from across the table.

The table quiets and the boys swivel their heads to him. He realizes what he’s just said, and a blush creeps up his neck.

“I,” you can barely form a coherent thought. He loves you.

Mingi rescues you, clapping a hand down on his best friend’s shoulder and leaning in close to you from across the table. There’s mirth in his eyes, but he says, “I think this would be a good time to ask you what your intentions are with my best friend.”

The nerves dissipate in an instant, the table laughs, and it finally sinks in that in front of everyone, Yunho just told you that he loves you. Yunho looks about as nervous as you’ve ever seen him, and you tear your eyes from his to fix on Mingi. “You and I both know I love him,” you respond simply to Mingi’s question.

San makes a low noise of excitement and shakes Yunho by the shoulder.

You turn to Yunho and his eyes are alight, he looks about ready to burst at the seams, and he says, “Finally, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for ages,”

The table bursts into delighted hoots, Wooyoung the first of several to pull you in for a hug and playfully threaten you if you so much as harm a hair on the resident gold retriever’s head. When you finally manage to make it to Yunho himself, he pulls you aside and laces a hand softly in your hair. Stooping low he kisses your cheek and murmurs in your ear, “I love you,”

You squeeze his hand and murmur that you love him too, before he lifts you into a hug, burying his face into your neck with a contented sigh. He kisses your temple, still holding you suspended in his arms, “Thank you for taking care of me, of us,” he whispers against your hair.

“You were right about comebacks,” you tell him, and he sets you gently back down on your feet, “it’s hard and I miss you all the time,”

“I know,” he squeezes your hands in his.

“I just want to be here however I can,” you tell him, “I love you so much,”

His eyes are soft, shining in the dim light of the dining room. He reaches out, pulling you against him softly and capturing your lips with his. He cups your face, his warmth radiating into you, his lips soft and firm against yours.

The moment breaks when you hear Mingi exclaim, “She got cake!”

“Hey!” you pull back from Yunho and crane around him, “that’s to share, Mingi!”

Yunho laughs, kissing your forehead and humming contentedly, “You fit with us so well,”

“Then you’ll have to keep me around,” you prod him gently in the ribs.

“I’ll have to,” he smiles down at you, playfully brushing a knuckle against your chin, before taking your hand and pulling you forwards into the kitchen, back in the middle of it all.

a/n: this is one that i had posted on my old blog, but wanted to make sure it got posted here too. <3

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panjakes · 2 years

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My wife, with the button eyes

Parings: Coraline au!HongjoongxBlackreader

Summary: Hongjoong has another wife? Who has button eyes?

Hongjoong sighed as he put the last box into the bed room. He walks over to the bed sitting down on it. He looked around the spacious room. It was bigger than the last room he and his wife shared.

After being laid off from his job two years ago, hongjoong decided on teaching guitar lessons to kids. His small business was going well until his wife’s job forced them to move.

She was the bread winner. Hongjoong tried to find another job but his real passion was music and that’s what he wanted to do. When they left their old city hongjoong left his business to his good friend seonghwa. He knew it was in good hands.

“Hey. I know you didn’t want to leave everything behind…I’m sorry” Yn, his wife says walking into the room to sit on the bed

“I didn’t but I left everything to be with you. I’ll follow you anywhere Yn” he says laying his head on top of hers

“Are you happy?” Yn asks

“Of course love, I’m happy where you are” he says kissing his forehead

“Are you sure?” Yn asks

“Positive” he says smiling

“Maybe you can start another business here” Yn says

“I could, but maybe I should finally do something with that engineering degree” he says

“What ever you do, I support you” Yn says making him smile

“I appreciate it. I love you” he says

“I love you too” Yn says leaving the room

Hongjoong sighed opening the box he brought in. It was all their picture frames and nic nacks

He smiled at the picture. It was your wedding picture. He healed you bridal style while you two shared a kiss. You were so beautiful

After putting the picture frame on the bedside table he opens another box. It had a bunch of the living room stuff.

He grabbed the box and walked down the stairs to the living room. As he put the things on the table and fireplace he noticed a tiny door.

“Hey, baby! Where does this door go?” Hongjoong asks

“Door? What door?” Yn asks from the kitchen

“Come look”

Yn soon walks into the room spotting the door. She raises a brow before shrugging

“I’m not sure, it’s probably attic space” Yn says shrugging

“Isn’t the attic usually upstairs? And this is like a closet” He asks making Yn shrug

“I’ve got a paper to type” she mumbles walking away. Hongjoong sighs before looking back at the door

He wouldn’t say his marriage was rocky but he did wish Yn payed more attention to him. She was always so busy with work the attention she gave was always short lived. He didn’t really complain because she was the one bringing in the money and taking care of the both of them.

“I fount the key! Wanna open it?” Yn asks hongjoong

“Why not” he says smiling. He watched as she cut the wallpaper with the key before sticking it into the small key hole unlocking it. Pulling it open the couple both frowned at the brick wall

“It’s nothing but brick” hongjoong says with a sigh

“But have covered it up when they divided up the house” Yn says closing it and locking it back

“Yeah” hongjoong says agreeing

He gets up from the floor and continues to put away all the decorations in the living room

A week later

Hongjoong sat at the kitchen table eating from his bowl of oatmeal. He sighed. He was tired of oatmeal. Yn always put her own spin on oatmeal. It was never brand or plain. She was always in such a rush to get to work she just made something quick. He was just tired of eating every morning.

“If this presentation goes right we can go out for breakfast” Yn says putting a cup of orange juice next to him

“Go out? Why don’t we cook breakfast” hongjoong asks

“If that’s what you want we can do that, see you later baby” she says grabbing her keys and kissing his forehead

“See you love you” he says retuning the kiss

“Love you too! Don’t forget to take out the trash” she says before closing the door behind her. Hongjoong finishes his bowl of oatmeal,cleaning the bowl putting it in the dish rack.

He grabs the trash bag taking it to the back. He remembered the land lord telling him trash day was on fridays. Today was Friday. He sighed rolling the can to the front

“Neighbor!!”

He looks over to his right seeing two men.

“Hey!“ he says waving

“I’m wooyoung and this is my best friend Yeosang” he says shaking hongjoongs hand

“Hongjoong. I just moved in with my wife, Yn shes at work right now” hongjoong says shaking Yeosangs hand

“So they let you move in? Didn’t think she’d let anyone move in after what happened” Wooyoung said causing Yeosang to nudge him

“After what happened?” Hongjoong asked

“The landlady’s granddaughter went missing. She was snatched in the dead of night and was never heard from” Wooyoung says causing Hongjoong to raise a brow

“Stop it Wooyoung. That was just a rumor. I don’t think she actually had a granddaughter” Yeosang says trying to reassure Hongjoong

“We’ll never know, but hey maybe you and the kisses could come over for dinner sometime” Wooyoung asks

“Uh yeah I’m sure Yn would be interested” Hongjoong says

“Great! See you later” Wooyoung says as he and Yeosang walk away

Hongjoong stood by the curb looking at his new home. It didn’t look or feel like home. The house was over a hundred years old compared to their old freshly built loft.

Fog surrounding the small neighborhood. It was kinda of creepy, it gave Hongjoong the creeps. He shook it off and went back into the house.

He decided to take a nap on the couch. Just as he laid down there was a knock on the front door.

“Who could that be?” He asks going to the door. He opens the door seeing a tall but buff boy.

“Can I help you?” He asks

“Uh my grandma is the landlord here and she left some boxes in the attic she asked me to get them” he says

“Uh yeah I saw those, come in” Hongjoong says allowing the boy to come in.

“I’ve never been inside” he says to Hongjoong

“Really?” He asks

“No. After what happened grandma never let anyone in the family near this house. Kind of surprised she told me to come pick up these boxes” he says making Hongjoong nod

Hongjoong leads the younger boy to the attic where the boxes were.

“What’s your name kid?” Hongjoong asks

“Uh jongho…you” he says opening the box

“Hongjoong”

“Cool”

It was quiet for a moment before Jongho opened his Mouth again

“Hey Uh…Mr.hongjoong you sure this is my grandmas box?” He sasks

“Of course. Is there a problem?” Hongjoong asks

“There’s a mini doll that looks like you”

Hongjoong looks over the boys shoulder. The doll definitely looked like him. But why?

“It…does look like me” Hongjoong says picking it up

He had no explanation for this doll. He just shrugged and took the doll.

“My wife probably made it. She has a thing for crocheting” Hongjoong says

“Oh your married? How nice! I bet your wife is a wonderful lady” Jongho says smiling

“That she is. Nice to meet you kid” Hongjoong says closing the door behind him

“Now i can nap” Hongjoong mumbles flopping down in the couch, immediately falling asleep.

A couple of hours later Hongjoong started to wake from his nap. He peeked at the window seeing the sun was now setting. He looked at the clock and it was 8:30. Yn should have been home an hour ago.

He checks his phone seeing that Yn had text and said she’d be working over time. He sighs getting off the couch. The couple had only been in their new house a few days and she was already working late again.

“Lately working means no dinner. Grilled cheese it is” Hongjoong says sighing going to fridge. As he grabs the cheese from the fridge her heard something

A small squeak. He looks over to his right seeing a tiny mouse.

“We have mice?” He asks as the mouse runs away. He follows behind it and it leads him to that door. He stood in front of if confused. The door had a weirdly purple and blue glow behind it.

Hongjoong hesitantly grabbed at the door knob before ripping it open. He gasp at the sight of a tunnel like door. The walls were glowing blue and purple. Hongjoong was conflicted. He knew he shouldn’t go through the door. It was just locked and bricked up the other morning.

It was as if the door was calling to his and before he knew it he was walking through door and too the other side. Once he reached the other side he was confused. He was back in the living room?

It was the living room but it was slightly different. Like the couch. It wasn’t the black couch Yn wanted and bought. It was the dark blue couch he wanted. There were two side tables by the couch decorated with table lamps and picture frames.

Above the fireplace was a huge picture of him and Yn. They definitely had one but not in the living room.

“What?” He whispers. Just then he could hear Mary J blidge being played softly. Yn use to play her in the morning all the time before she started working so heavily.

He follows the music to the kitchen where Yn was cooking? He looked over at the clock. 9:26. It was way past their dinner time

“Yn? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” He asks

“Good evening baby, dinners almost ready” Yn says turning around causing him to gasp. Her eyes. They were buttons.

“Your not my yn. My wife doesn’t have b-butt-“

“B-b-Buttons? I’m your other wife silly. Go wash your hands for dinner” Yn- or the other Yn said setting the table. Hongjoong squints his eyes but goes to the bathroom to wash his hands. He noticed as the house was the same but different.

“This is weird. Something doesn’t feel right” Hongjoong thought as he watched his hands. After drying them he goes back to the table. Whatever the other Yn was cooking smelled good.

“Come sit sweet heart” the other Yn says pulling out a chair for Hongjoong. He sit down cautiously looking down at the plate. It healed salmon and vegetables and a bowl of fried rice.

“I have a yogurt parfait smoothie for you. Do you want it with your food?” Yn asks

“I Uh sure” he says. Watching the other Yn walk over to the fridge. The real Yn always made him smoothies making sure to put extra yogurt in it. She always went out of her way to get yogurt for his lunch. That was before she started working every waking minute of the day.

Yn sat the the cup in front of Hongjoong before taking her seat in front of him. Hongjoong picked up his utensils and dug in. It was good. It was delicious. It tasted just like Yn’s cooking. Who the hell is this women?

“Does it taste good my dear?”

My dear? Yn never calls him that

“It does…who are you again?” He asks

“I’m Yn! Your wife! Your other wife”

“My other wife?” Hongjoong asks

“Yes! Every married man has one” Yn says

“What about married women? Do they have another husband?” Hongjoong asks

“A selective few” she says eating from her plate

“I’m sorry this is just…” Hongjoong says trying to be careful with his words

“Weird? I know sweetheart. It’ll take some getting use to” she says with a giggle

“Yea..definitely” Hongjoong says, still feeling weird about this.

The two ate in silence. It was weird. Even he and the real Yn never ate in silence. They always had something to talk about.

“When your finish Wooyoung and Yeosang invited you over to see them perform” she says

“Perform. Perform what?” Hongjoong asks

“Their dance routine silly! You don’t remember them telling us that they’re dancer over dinner?” She asks

He definitely didn’t remember. The real yn had never even met the two. They never had their dinner with the two roommates. How could this Yn possibly know about that?

“Uh yeah. I remember” he says

“It’s okay baby. Finish your food and we’ll go” Yn says patting his shoulder. It’s was comforting but at the same time it was weird.

Hongjoong finished his food and he and Yn walked next door. Yn knocked on the door and soon it opened.

“Hongjoong!! You made it!”

Hongjoong jumps a bit.

“Wooyoung?”

“That’s me! Come in!! I’m so glad your here” Wooyoung says pulling the man inside. Hongjoong stared in disbelief. Wooyoung too had button eyes

“H-happy to be here” Hongjoong says with a slight smile

“Hongjoong! Yn! You made it” Yeosang says walking into the room

“Yeah we’re excited for the performance!” Yn says smiling

Hongjoong looked at everyone in the room. He was the only one without buttons for eyes.

“We’re excited to perform for you! Right this way!” Wooyoung says grabbing at Hongjoongs hand

After a very fun and amazing performance from Wooyoung and Yeosang. Hongjoong and other Yn went back home.

“Oh the music is still on! Want to dance?” Yn asks with a smile

“Dance?” Hongjoong asks

“Yeah! Come on” Yn says grabbing Hongjoongs hand. She clasps it in her own and places her other hand on his shoulder. Hongjoong follows her steps putting his free hand on her waist.

He couldn’t remember the last time he and the rest Yn did this.

“Welcome home dear” Yn whispers into his chest

“Home?” Hongjoong asks confusedly

“I’ve been waiting for you” she says. Her voice was soft and sickly sweet

“I’m getting tired” Hongjoong says

“Me too. Let’s go to bed” Yn says grabbing his hand leading him up the stairs into a room. “Their” room.

The master bedroom was painted royal blue with gold and white decor on the walls and shelves. The king size bed had a big blue fluffy looking blanket with white sheets.

Above the bed was a very familiar picture of Hongjoong and yn…but he too had button eyes. His mouth opened a bit in shocked before other Yn shook him from his thoughts

“Let’s get dressed and ready for bed” she says with a smile

The “couple” changed out of their clothes and laid down in the bed. “Yn”wrapped her arms around Hongjoong laying on his chest

“Goodnight Hongjoong, I love you” she says

“I-I love you too” Hongjoong says. He felt like he was cheating on his wife. This couldn’t be real.

Hongjoong woke up laying alone. In bed. He was no longer in the royal blue room. He was back in the dull gray room with boxes everywhere. He sighs looking over at Yn’s spot. It hadn’t been touch. As if she never came to bed.

He gets out the bed going down the stairs. As he hits the bottom of the steps the door swings open and in walks yn.

“And where have you been?” He asks

“I’m sorry baby I fell asleep at my office” Yn says taking her coat off

“You fell asleep at the office? You were to tired to come home and lay in bed with me?” Hongjoong asks

“It was by accident it won’t happen again” Yn says frowning

“No yn! I’m tired of this! This has been happening before we even moved here! Your letting your job take over your life…OUR life!” Hongjoong says

“Hongjoong sweetheart I’m sorry we haven’t been spending much time together but you know how busy social work gets” Yn says making Hongjoong scoff

“Busy my ass! It can’t get that hectic that you can’t fucking spend time with your husband. It’s getting bad to the point you aren’t even coming home at night” Hongjoong says getting angry

“Well if I don’t work as much whos going to pay our bills? Because you don’t work means I have to stop working and lay around all day and do nothing? News flash Hongjoong!!! One of us has to put food on the table” Yn says

She grabs her coat and leaves before Hongjoong could say anything else. He sighs before kicking the door closed causing it to slam. A picture frame fell off the wall causing him to jump.

He goes to pick it up with a sigh. Another wedding picture. The glass now cracked. He sighed running a finger over it. They were so happy back then…what happened?

Just then “the door” opens slightly. Hongjoong heard it snapping his head in the direction of the door. Before he could go over to the door, the doorbell rings. He puts the picture back on the wall before opening it.

The delivery man was long gone but several packages were left on the porch. He picks them up seeing they belong to the house to the right.

“Wrong address…Better give them to their rightful owner” hongjoong says going back in for shoes and went for his walk

Once reaching next door he rings the doorbell and patiently waits. Just then a voice could be heard

“Who are you?”

Hongjoong turns around seeing a ring doorbell

“Oh hey Uh I’m hongjoong! I live next door and your packages were delivered to my house should I leave them outside?” Hongjoong asks

“Come in. Door is open. Leave them on the table”

“Ohhhkaay.” Hongjoong says opening the door.

He steps inside looking for the table. It was pretty dark. The only light was coming from a tiny circus tent. Hongjoong walks over to the tent but was quickly stopped when a hand pushed him

“Secret!”

Hongjoong gasps In fear and shock.

“Jumping mouse circus not ready!!”

Just then a tall man with black hair came into hongjoongs line a view.

“Why are you here?”

“U-Uh your packages” Hongjoong says

“Yes I told you to leave on table!”

“Uh okay. I’ll leave them there then” hongjoong says

“Where did come from?”

“I just moved into the house next door”

“Very suspicious…you must go. Mice must jump” the man says pushing hongjoong out the door slamming it in the process

Hongjoong stands on the porch taking in everything that just happened

“Jump mice?” He asks himself before shaking his head and walking back home. Just as he was almost home he heard his name. The man was full speed running towards him

“Yes?” Hongjoong asks

“Jumping mice said to not go through door again” he says shocking hongjoong

“The closet? It’s bricked up” hongjoong says tilting his head in confusion

“Ah. Mistake sometimes they get all mixed up. I Am seonghwa by the way.” He says running back to his house

Hongjoong shakes his head going back into the house. He takes his shoes off and goes to the living room. He sits on the couch turning on the tv.

Minutes later his attention drifted to the door. It had that same blue glow from last night. He gets up walking over to the door slowly opening it. To his surprise it was glowing again.

Something was telling him not to go. Not to go and wait for Yn to come home. But something else told him to do and not wait for Yn.He sighed before walking into the closet without looking back.

And just like that. He was back into the other living room. The “better” living room. He closes the door behind him, following the smell of food

He walked into the kitchen seeing “Yn” setting the table. She wore a black mesh robe. A black lingerie set poked out from under it.

“Hey love, sleep well?” She asks

“Yeah I did” he says with a slight smile

“That’s good. Come eat. I made your favorite” she says pulling out a chair for him. He sits in the chair scanning the table. A plate of wings sat on one end of the table. A plate of beef on the other end and a bowl of ramen in front of him.

“Eat up baby” she says sitting down across from him

Hongjoong picks up the chopsticks stirring the Ramen. He instantly thought of the real Yn. Then he thought about their argument. He knew she was doing her best for the both of them

“Don’t!” The other Yn says

Hongjoong looks up at her catching her undoing the robe. This was Hongjoongs first time actually looking at her body. She was shaped exactly like Yn. From every curve and every hair. She even had the exact same birthmark Yn had right above her right breast.

“I have a surprise for you, but you have to finish your food first” she says crossing her legs

That’s when hongjoong noticed she had on heels as she ran the tip of her shoe up his leg.

The “couple” sat and talked as hongjoong ate. Yn didn’t touch any of the food.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” Yn asks

“Yeah” hongjoong says smiling

She slowly gets up letting the robe fall down her shoulders. Her dark skin was shinning under the dim light. When she walked pass hongjoong the faint smell of baby oil and coco butter was in the air.

It was familiar. It was home to him. Yn never missed a beat oiling her legs and arms with baby oil and Lathering the rest of her body with coco butter. This “better” Yn was just like his wife. from the curls in her Afro to her painted white toes.

She soon came back sitting back in her chair across from him.

“You like it here hongjoong?” She asks making the man nod

“Do you want to stay here! With me?” She ask

Hongjoong thinks short and hard. If he went back he’d be ignored and pushed to the side. If he stayed here he’d still have his wife.

“Yes. I do” he says

“Good. If you want to stay here you have to do something first” she says sliding a small box onto the table

“Go on…open it” she says smiling

He opens it with a smile but it soon fades when he opens the box and seen what was in it. He expected a ring. Maybe even a bracelet.

He wasn’t expecting blue buttons with needles and thread.

“Well do you like them? I know blue is your favorite” she says smiling

“I don’t understand ”

“If you want to stay here…I have to sew the buttons”

“No”hongjoong says shaking his head

“You don’t like the color? I have plenty colors to choose from!” She says

“No. I’m not letting you sew buttons in my eyes” he says getting up from the table

“You must if you want to stay with me” she says in a panic tone

“Then I won’t stay with you…I’m going home. Back to my real wife” hongjoong says with seem to upset the other Yn further

“Go back to that bitch who puts her work before her husband? I am the better Yn!” She says

“Your not! Your not even real! Your probably some figment of my imagination! I’m going home” hongjoong says walking out the the room only for other Yn to stop him

“No! You can’t leave me!” She says with a crazed look

“Watch me” he says slapping her hand away from him and continues his walk to the door. He stops in his path when he heard cackling

He turns around and it seems as if she was getting…taller. Her neck got skinner and so did her face. She was…growing.

“You will stay with me!” She shouts grabbing hongjoong by the shoulder. He grabs her thin arm throwing it off him. The two started tussling with each other.

She wraps her hands around his neck chocking him

“Say you love me!” She shouts

“N-never!” He says kicking her in the stomach causing her to fly across the room

Hongjoong gets up catching his breath

“You are not my wife! You’ll never be my wife! You’ll never be better than yn! Your the worse version of yn! I hate you and we’ll never be together!” He says in anger

“Take it BAAACCCK!” She screams launching herself at him

It came out as a screech. Hongjoong jumps out the way causing her to go head first into the wall. Hongjoong takes it as his chance to get to the door opening it.

“Hongjoong!! Stop!!” She shouts rushing to the door. Hongjoong closes it back running through the tunnel. It was no longer purple and blue. It was dark and grey with cobwebs everywhere.

He kept running and didn’t stop until he was back into his grey living room. He tumbles I’m turning around watch as the other Yn was close to dragging him back in. He rushes slamming the door and locking it

It was quiet for a moment before banging and yelling started

“HONGJOONG! OPEN THE DOOR!! ILL DIE WITHOUT YOU!”

Just then one last hard bang was made on the door making hongjoong jump back. He sighs looking at the key in his hand.

“I have to get rid of this” he mumbles

“Hongjoong?”

He looks up basically running to the door. There stood his wife. His REAL wife. He almost cried at the sight. He rushed into her arms

“Yn baby I am so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry! I know everything you do is for us. I-I” he cried

“Hongjoong baby…I got the promotion” she says smiling

“You did?” He asks. He knew that’s something she really wanted

“I did!!! We’re going out to eat tonight!! How does hot pot sound?” She asks smirking

He wraps his arms around her in a tight hug.

“I love you so much I’m so proud of you” he says kissing her cheek

“Thank you baby. I love you more.” She says

“I’m sorry for earlier baby. I really am I just miss you sometimes” hongjoong says

“I know baby. It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I should have made time for you. All is forgiven now Come on, let’s shower and get dress” she says with a wink.

Hongjoong smiles taking her hand following her up the stairs

The black cat watched from the window sill shaking his head. He should have introduced himself to hongjoong sooner. He could have saved him. It’s too late now.

This wouldn’t be the end of the other Yn and hongjoong.

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #ateez x black reader #hongjoong

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ateezworlds · 2 years

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little bit of bedtime fluff, inspired by a dancer i like but i left it male optional bias. reader isn't explicitly female but has long ish hair. enjoy!

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"No. Leave it down." His wrist grabs my own softly, halting the claw clip halfway to my hair in its motion. My hair tumbles free from its unsecured makeshift bun, framing my face and shoulders messily - it already feels annoying, the sweep of my bangs guaranteeing the lack of peace I'd have trying to fall asleep tonight with my hair in my face.

"But you know my hair gets tangled at night if I don't braid it... " I trail off and look up, seeking out my lover's face in the dimly lit room. The late hour does us no favors as we get ready for bed - I have to squint a little to distinguish my lover from the night swirling around him. I am met with warm brown eyes - so intense that his gaze sears into me. My eyebrows raise in question - I tie my hair up before bed every night, and he's never quite raised protest before.

"I don't think I've said this before but - waking up with you in my arms, and my face buried in your hair - I just don't know how to explain. The smell of your shampoo when your head is tucked into my neck, the faint brush of your hair against my jaw, the curve of your body pressed into mine - every single morning I realize all over again that there's nothing in the world I'd rather wake up to each day. Could you sleep with your hair down tonight, my love ?" He speaks with his mouth against my temple, and I feel the heat of his words, feel him speak his love into my hair.

His eyes have fallen to the inch of space between us on the bed, flitting from the edge of the pillowcase I rest on to the plush quilt covering our waists waiting for my reply.

His name falls from my lips in a sigh, and my hands drop the clip I was holding in favor of cradling his face instead, pulling him down so he is level with me. Our noses brush, and his hands still brace my wrists with the gentlest of holds. I feel each of his soft breaths against my own mouth and tilt my head ever so slightly, letting my fingers graze the barely there stubble of his jaw.

His gaze darts back up to meet mine - tentative, shy almost, but I watch as he finds the answer he's searching for in my eyes. I let him close the sliver of distance between us, brushing his mouth against mine as his hands slip into my curls- letting him hold me to him with his hands tangled in my hair.

#fluff #ateez fluff #bedtime fluff #optional bias #gender neutral insert #stray kids #ateez x reader #stray kids fluff #smf #poetry #love #bedtime #optional bias drabble #optional bias fic #optional bias imagines #imagine #ateez reactions #ateez reader #stray kids reader insert

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zzzxiaoting · 8 months

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i NEED more yunho fanfics that have the reader call yunho ‘yuyu’ 😵‍💫

#yunho smut #ateez smut #ateez #helpidkthisismyfirstpost #firstpost #ateezfanfic #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #reader insert

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pookie-stay-wookie · 4 months

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question:

okay, so i started writing a san x reader fic already, but its turning out to much longer than i expected. like a little over 4k words long

so i wanted to as that if you had to choose what would be the average word count you like in a fanfiction?

#san x reader #ateez x reader #ateez fanfiction #ateez #ateez hurt/comfort #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids

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atiny-turtle · 18 days

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introducing: writings by turtle

hi! i'm turtle/proxy/25, pronouns they/them, and this is my new account for writing requests and commissions! specific details are still being hashed out and released, so please be patient and look forward to updates if you're interested.

(a lot) more under the cut if you would like to request/commission:

i'll be accepting requests and commissions for x readers/imagines and oc inserts. this includes any gendered writing and pairings desired (i'm queer, i get it).

rpf is also theoretically on the table, if that's something people are interested in.

as far as subjects, at the moment writings are limited to specific kpop groups and idols.

i'm not new to writing, or commissions/requests, or even writing specifically for kpop or the x reader/oc scene. i am however new specifically to combining all these things, and on tumblr. if there's any specific news, etiquette, etc. that i ought to know, please do tell! inbox and messaging is generally open always for conversation and discussion so long as you're respectful and mean no harm.

you may notice the ateez tags in particular. this is because they're my ult and i have stronger, recent experience in writing ateez fic. however, i am infamously a major multi who has fallen in love with a few too many groups. feel free to simply ask if i write for so-and-so if you're curious or would like to request.

on the matter of the actual writing and notion of request vs commission:

requests are free, for shorter writing such as drabbles, are limited to x reader/imagines only, and i would prefer they come in through the inbox.

commissions are priced (flat vs flexible fees and system to be determined/added), can be for longer writing but technically any length goes within reason, are prioritized, include all writing types such as the theoretical rpf, and i would prefer they come through messaging. the commissioned writing can be sent privately, such as through email, or published on this blog if so desired. if you pay for a commission, i also allow posting or publishing on other platforms for free, so long as i am credited.

additionally, commission details are discussed before i accept them, so that both parties are aware of the expectations and limitations. i have full right to not accept a commission, for any reason. if i refuse a commission for reasons such as personal beliefs, comfort, etc., the requester may of course alter the details of their commission if they so like. for obvious reasons, the commissions are sensitive so i want to be very thorough with the process, and to guarantee a completed and satisfactory product within a reasonable time frame.

you may ask why you should pay at all. you do not have to pay. (that's partly why the requests option is there.)

i am aware that fic is free and accessible to all on multiple platforms, and you can easily turn to someone else. if you can't or don't want to pay, completely fine! i understand! in fact, i highly encourage people to turn to other writers who are interested if they would rather not ask from me.

but today's economy and job market is absolute fucking shit, and most people and places don't actually want to hire someone like me. my financial situation is very bad, and it doesn't really matter what kind of freelance services you can provide if no one is able to afford it. i figured that it wouldn't hurt to offer commissions so i can afford lunch if nothing else.

if you can or want to, at all, please do contact me for commissions! and if not commissions, i still would absolutely love requests. i am trying very hard to keep practicing my writing and to nurture my love for it, which has admittedly been difficult for a number of reasons.

more details to come a la reblogs because this is getting very long.

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explorewithd · 2 years

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Prompt List

Just choose anything from this list you like and a member (Maybe I'll do an OT8 or OT7 depending on the prompt)

Request here

Song Prompts

00:00 (Zero O'Clock) - BTS

바다 (Sea) - BTS

Turbulence - ATEEZ

Paradise - BTS

134340 - BTS

Thank U - ATEEZ

Tomorrow - BTS

Nevermind - BTS

Celebrate - ATEEZ

둘! 셋! (그래도 좋은 날이 더 많기를)(Two! Three! (Still Wishing There Will Be Better Days) - BTS

보조개 (Dimple) - BTS

THANXX - ATEEZ

Pied Piper - BTS

Perfect Man - BTS (Cover)

Sunrise - ATEEZ

You can also request other songs from other artists as well these were just some I had ideas for!

Other Prompts

"you're taking up the whole bed can you please move I know you're not asleep you jerk. I will kung fu kick you out of this bed!"

two strangers sharing earbuds on a plane and "wow you have good taste in music"

just enjoying each ohters presence quietly

"are you able to let yourself trust me like I did for you?"

"take me to your hometown"

"wait you have curls?"

"Are you still blushing by that?"

"I think my puzzle is finally complete" "Now that you have me?" "... No I meant it quite literally... my puzzle is complete I found the last piece"

"I haven't been hugged in years"

"I think I forgot what human touch felt like"

"I've never been in a realationship before, so I don't know how this really works..."

"This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I try not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?"

"Wait! Don't pull away... Not yet."

"Half of the time I'm embarresed to say anything"

"I've been trying to get ready for like an hour, because I know you're going to look good and I need to try and match up"

"That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute"

"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater"

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that."

"Wow, I didn't know you could make me smile this big"

(most of these are from pinterest)

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chokchokk · 9 months

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𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎? | ateez

an ateez as songs!mini-series and open collaboration

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : Written in words, heard through sounds, heartbeats, heavy breathing— it was never meant to be history, just the fleeting songs of your summer one-nights.

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : undecided, smut, suggestive

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : summer romances/flings!ateez, songfics, different tropes, please refer to each part for more specific warnings

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : on-going, open collaboration

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : hello bbies and babes! this is a challenge for me to keep myself as short as possible (1k to 3k words max) and an invitation for anyone to add something to it! it's all based on songs i enjoy and use as inspo anyways, so writing songfics on them shouldn’t be too difficult but maybe not writing more will. LMAO

anyhow, i hope you enjoy the series and maybe i can enjoy it with you, too!!! xoxo

about the collab:

in general, the setting is "summer romance" and/or "summer fling" which touches on the idea of “it will be just one night”/“it all happened in one night”, but LMAO i don't have a strict concept of what this mini-series should be !!! use a song as base, or inspiration for the story and just have your fun with it, that's all i ask for <33

to hand in a post, please dm or @ me on it and i will make sure you're added! (i will probably reblog and comment on it anyway)

titles are links!

PARK SEONGHWA

" 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 " 2 minutes, 14 seconds: yellow — pity party (girls club) written in 1.2k words by: me

JUNG WOOYOUNG

" 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 " 3 minutes, 44 seconds: bonnie & clyde — dean written in 3.2k words by: me