MINGI: B1G BABY
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𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐴𝑠𝑘 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑂𝑢𝑡: 𝑁𝑜𝑛! 𝐼𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝐴𝑈
❥𝐴𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑒: 𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔
- As a college student, you usually end up having to do a lot of projects that require creativity and lots of paint.
- That’s how you ended up in an arts and crafts store.
- You found Hongjoong behind the counter, finishing up his task of arranging the ribbons on the shelf.
- He smiled at you and immediately put his task down.
- “How may I help you this evening?”
- Knows exactly what you’ll need better than you.
- Often recommends other materials or throws in a few creative suggestions of his own.
- He’s always asking you what they’re for, he’s genuinely curious about your assignments..and even more curious about you.
- Sometimes you end up doing some of your posters with him right there on days where there’s nobody else.
- You purposefully began buying things you didn’t even need just to have an excuse to see the blueberry haired male.
- He doesn’t mind, he likes your company, even if it’s strange you keep buying the same red glitter everyday.
- One day you came in, and he was excited to show you the new Valentine’s Day cards that just arrived.
- In particular, this really cute one that played a song you’ve never heard before but that asked in the end “Will you go out with me?”
- You giggled. “It’s so cute. Who thought of it?”
- Hongjoong smiled even more, holding the card out to you. “I did……it’s for you….so what do you say?”
i miss you
“ nothing’s better than this huh. ” You look up and meet his eyes. His fingers gently comb your hair, humming to the beat of the melody of the playing song. The song was muffled, covered by his voice. His sweet, beautiful voice.
Nothing gave you more comfort than his voice during your 3 am calls when he was on tour. You could listen to him speaking all day long. Now that he was here with you, you wanted nothing more.
Your thoughts pulled you in and you hadn’t realized you were crying until you felt a hand on your cheek. “ What’s wrong, love? ” He asks, he was concerned. Your lips trembled, you didn’t know why. Your throat dries up, there was a lump.
He sits you up and puts your head on his shoulder, with his hand on the nape your neck. “ Hun? ” He calls out. You sniffles and blink, the tears were blocking your sight. “ Baby what’s wrong? ” He says.
“ I’m glad you’re home. ” You say, tightening your grip around him. You shut your eyes and let the tears stain his shirt. “ baby don’t cry, I’m always here okay? ”. All he could do was hold your head and give you kisses.
That was more than enough for you.
Ok soooo @hwaberrykiwi said “mint green” and my brain went to food lol. Soo like…this lol. Also the numbers represented the type of edit so 2 was “collage” I guess (I haven’t done this style in a while so excuse me but whatever lol, I enjoyed myself.
Thanks for partaking in my randomness luv
Ateez as Things I’ve Said/Done At Work Pt. 4
Seonghwa: *wearing rubber gloves, mask, and carrying a catty full of products* If anyone needs me, I’m going be busy sanitizing the sanitation station.
Hongjoong: I’m just gonna go inside the freezer and try to cool off these raging murder thoughts.
Yunho: *shuts drive thru window* That person’s dog was looking at me weird, so I stared back to establish dominance…..and I won :)
Yeosang: I have a nickname for all our regulars, for example, there’s the wicked witch, the bank bitch and my personal most hated, Jabba the Hut’s wife.
San: *hisses at the new co-worker after manager just assured them not to be afraid of him, it’s just his resting bitch face*
Mingi: I want this bitch to get fired already so I can go back to being the oldest and tallest in this joint.
Wooyoung: This fool wants me to smile? Give me 20 dollars. If he wants to see my tits, it’s 10. I know what I’m worth.
Jongho: *after child asks him what he wants Santa to get him* *looks at parents* I take it you don’t want me to ruin their childhood right?
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐞𝐱!𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚 (𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 500+ words
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve finally gotten over your breakup, but he just can’t seem to let you go. you let go a long time ago.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: seonghwa cries a bit, you’re on a balcony.
𝐚/𝐧: I had a couple requests for a sequel to ‘try harder’, so here it is! it can be read as a stand-alone too. I hope you guys like it :) I strongly suggest you listen to “memory” by hojean while reading this!
The warm breeze kissed your bare legs as you stood at the edge of your balcony, holding a glass of strawberry lemonade. The sun was inching its way toward the horizon, welcoming hues of pink and orange painted across the sky. You haven’t felt so at peace in a while. You brought the cup to your lips and took a long sip of your drink, enjoying the way the cold liquid streamed down your throat.
Although barely audible, your phone rang from inside the apartment. It caught your attention enough for you to set down your glass on the small table beside you and follow the ringtone. The phone buzzed from where it laid on the couch, and you grabbed it without a second thought. Stepping back onto your balcony, you accepted the call before checking the caller.
“Hello?” You chirped, reaching for your lemonade.
Jongho: In the name of the father, son, and holy ghost-
San: Head, shoulders, knees, and toes-
Seonghwa: Turn up your nose and strike that pose-
Yunho: HEEEEEY MACARENA
“H-Hey, b-beaut-tiful” Yeosang tries to sound confident through his shaky voice as he places his trembling trey in front you in your school’s lunch haul after finally mustering up the courage he couldn’t get for months since he saw you laughing in the hallways.
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜,
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢.
𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢
My second Seonghwa for @sophie_chan21.09 🧡🧡🧡 I m getting into their music more and more thanks to her😌🤭🌝I hope you will enjoy this piece, I m still getting to know Seonghwa s face haha.
Wooyoung : I blame myself
Seonghwa : I blame you too
What was rhisaajkansmabslammajahajlabskw
“Can you take care of her for me?” Seonghwa put his head out of the room quickly, eyes turning to Wooyoung sat on the sofa watching some random show on TV.
As soon as his words caught the younger boy, his stare landed on you, walking like a zombie due to the tiredness taking a toll on your body. All you wanted after sex was a good dose of cuddles and sleep, especially after Seonghwa used your poor hole the way he did.
“What’s wrong with her?” Wooyoung asked, opening up space for you to sit on his side. Instead, you sat on his lap and he weirdly tried to fix his posture, the smile over your sweet action visible while he wrapped his arms around your figure nuzzling into his chest.
“You know… Aftercare usual.” was all the older bothered to answer, passing by the living room with the dirty bedding, enjoying the walk to the laundry to check on you, smiling for himself as soon as he saw you hugging Wooyoung like a koala.
“And why you’re changing every piece of fabric that usually stays in your bed?” He questioned, caressing your back while you slowly drifted off, their conversation fading away while you fell in deep sleep.
“Because she squirted. All over. Is all a mess.” he couldn’t see and neither did you — well, you were so close from sleeping — but Seonghwa’s face was burning red with the sentence. What was funny because, if there’s someone that should be embarrassed by it was you, however, your sleepy state didn’t allow you to express much of your feels.
“SHE WHAT?” Wooyoung screamed, making you snap your eyes open quickly and groan after realizing you were wakened for nothing. He apologized, still caressing your back while you hummed, feeling the sweet waves of sleep hit you calmly again.
Seonghwa came back seconds later, taking a minute to admire your peaceful state before carefully take your figure out of Wooyoung’s arms. The boy had a pout on his lips as soon as he saw you unwrap from him and glue yourself to Seonghwa’s body quickly after, not even considering throwing a tantrum or anything. After all, everything you wanted was to sleep with someone’s heat, it didn’t matter whose.
“Exactly what you heard,” the oldest completed, tone quiet but stern and Wooyoung turn serious listening. “don’t clown her or make public jokes about it, ok?”
“I won’t, hyung.” he followed you both around, stopping right on the doorway. Seonghwa placed you on his bed, covering your figure before caressing your face with his fingertips, lips curling up into a faint smile when you snuggled into this little touch only, bringing more of the covers up to you.
“The only thing I’ll do is make sure she’ll turn my room a mess.”
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You and Wooyoung are sitting in the rigging, staring out to sea.
The Treasure has left Tortuga for a few days now, sailing in the open sea for the town of Nassau. From what Wooyoung has told you, Nassau, Seonghwa’s hometown, used to be a port thriving with pirate activity… until one day, the Royal Navy decided retake the town from the pirates. Pirate ships were burnt to the ground, the crews hung at the gallows and anyone associated with them brought in for questioning.
It is during that purge that Seonghwa’s parents were killed.
Seonghwa has finally left the confines of the galley, escorted to the sickbay to sleep and rest. Yunho is keeping a vigil beside Seonghwa, while you’ve taken over his cooking duties and Yunho’s lookout role. You may not be as well suited to the job as the two of them are, but it’s the most you can do for being to blame for Seonghwa’s condition.
If only you had known what to do.
You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut.
If only you hadn’t let the herbs be stolen.
You know it’s stupid, but the thoughts won’t stop echoing in your head.
If only you hadn’t gone out to celebrate your name.
You chew your lips.
If only you hadn’t come to this ship.
Guilt tears at you from the inside like the teeth of a piranha. The pain is all too acute, all to real.
San looks over your hands gently, turning them over in his. His fingers trace the scrapes your fall on the cobbles have left behind, and he shakes his head in disapproval.
Then he lets your hands rest on the table of the sickbay and picks up a clean cloth with tweezers, soaking it in rum before wiping your hands down with it, removing any small pieces and blood still remaining on them. Your palms sting, but it’s nothing compared to the anguish in your heart.
“What happened?” San murmurs softly as he works on your wound. You remember Seonghwa had mentioned that San was a better healer of the heart than he was of any physical ailment, but the thought of Seonghwa’s once cheerful, smiling face twists at your chest and lungs like a poisonous vine.
The lump in your throat refuses to go away.
“I don’t know.” You reply in all due honesty. Truly, till now you still don’t understand what had happened to the gentle, kind-hearted cook, but you can only piece together what you have guessed from the incident earlier.
Seonghwa was afraid of the gallows.
Yunho has taught you that the brightest smiles can hide the most bitter tears, but you’ve never expected that the man who’d first treated you with such kindness has suffered so much.
San continues staring at you for a while. Then he finally puts down the cloth and whispers to you in a soft, secretive tone.
“Hey, look at this.”
The three of you are walking along in town.
Unsurprisingly, after the crazy celebration the night before, majority of the crew had woken up with massive hangovers, most retching over the side of the ship or trying to nurse pounding headaches. To be honest, the only ones who weren’t drunk were you, Seonghwa and Mingi.
Technically, Yeosang hadn’t been drunk either, but he had left for town earlier in the morning to go search for Wooyoung, who still hadn’t returned to the ship. When you had started to worry, Yeosang had simply reassured you that this was normal Wooyoung behavior, and he’d have their head gunner back on board before the ship set sail.
The biggest problem was, however, the fact that the ship’s resident healer was also suffering from a hangover.
“You’re such a lightweight, master.” You had chided him this morning as he groaned in his bed, half buried in a mountain of stuffed plushies. “Everybody needs you to cure their hangovers, you know?”
“You can do it, apprentice.” San mumbled weakly from beneath a pig stuffed toy. “You have a good master.”
“Red ginseng, lemon and ginger tea and prickly pear cactus.” You recalled diligently from your studies, glancing at the lump that was your master. “Am I right?”
The only answer you got was a snore in response.
Everyone is there.
Literally every member of the crew is gathered at the main deck, from Seonghwa, who’s not cooking the crew’s breakfast for some reason, to San, your master, who you know from experience is notoriously difficult to wake up in the mornings.
You try to catch your master’s eye, but San simply gives a wide yawn and clutches a stuffed toy dog closer to him while blearily rubbing at his eyes. Jongho simply looks like he’s already dozing off, his head repeatedly knocking into Seonghwa’s shoulder as he nods off before the whole cycle continues again.
Yeosang pushes you forward gently, and suddenly, before you, is the captain himself.
He looks the same as the last day you saw him, his presence as commanding as the winds that command the ship, vivid green eye burning with fire and the storms of the sea. His red jacket is just as striking in the sea of white and browns, and once again for some reason you can’t explain, you feel inexplicably drawn to him.
Mingi, his ever faithful quartermaster and bosun, stepped forward, calling for silence. That really wasn’t very difficult, considering it was the crack of dawn and nobody really had the brain capacity be talking much. In under half a minute, everyone has fallen still, the deck seemingly plunged into silence, quietly waiting for the captain to begin.
Captain Hongjoong’s eye doesn’t waver from yours when he starts to speak.