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Grease and Oil

⨳Mechanic!Mingi⨳

TW: cursing, smut wrap it before you tap it

Word count: 5,6k

A/N: I don't think I'll ever let go of bleached spikey haired Mingi. It changed something in me, I'll never be the same. I have nothing to say except...why did I even write this? Song Mingi stop haunting me, thank you. It's not the best, but the best I can write lol. Feedback is very much appreciated!

            The smell of grease, oil, and gasoline weren’t something unfamiliar to me, nor were they nauseating. It was something I was used to. These were familiar scents; scents which I have started associating with home. Cars, too, were something I associated with a feeling of familiarity, of something dear to me. Walking inside my father’s car service was like a second home, a place I knew like the back of my hand. I wasn’t huge on fixing cars, but I knew a few things here and there. Despite my father’s attempts at making me a great mechanic one day, I struggled to understand the in-depth parts and mechanism of a car, therefore I settled on appreciating their beauty. Can’t say my father was too happy about it, but his concerns faded away when I found a path for myself. I applied to a college, choosing to study literature as I struggled finding anything else I liked. Perhaps creative writing was a subjected I happened to enjoy too, but I had no idea where my degree would take me one day. I had no intentions of teaching English literature, the children these days were awful and very disrespectful. My short temper would’ve surely gotten the worst of me if placed in a situation where I had to deal with rude kids. And so, I settled on reading my books and pouring my feelings out into short poems when I wasn’t at college. Or by wasting my time away at my father’s car service. It’s not like I had anything better to do—I actually did, but procrastination is my best friend. Besides, most of his employees are above the age of thirty-five, and two of them I have known since I was a little girl, they could be really fun to hang around…and it’s not like I would often stop by because my father has an employee who is barely a few years older than myself. And it’s definitely not because he is the hottest man alive I have ever seen. He’s a tall and lean guy, his posture immaculate with his shoulders always pulled back, his long legs worth envying and shoulders so broad you could hide behind them and nobody would see you. In the summer, he usually wears tight tank tops, showing off his humble muscles, biceps finer than most guy’s of his age. And his pants, which are fireproof, cling onto his body, showing off his narrow waist. This guy was a sight for sore eyes and I couldn’t blame the few ladies who would occasionally stop by, completely taken aback by this guy’s visuals. It wasn’t fair that he had a perfect body, especially when his face was good-looking too. God sometimes had favorites and Song Mingi definitely was one of them with his long nose, sharp eyes and cherry red lips, a singular mole underneath his left eye decorating his flawless skin. His personality also made him desirable and that just made him a dangerously charming and handsome human being. Perhaps my frequent visits to the service during the summer were sort of his merit too, not just the want to spend some quality time with my father as he spent little time at home. I knew he was busy; I couldn’t blame him. His service was one of the best in our little town and money didn’t just magically appear, you had to work hard for it and that’s what he did, he worked his ass off all the time. The fact that he has employed Song Mingi was just the cherry on top, the little motivation I needed to perhaps learn more about cars.

I was settled on top of my father’s working desk, tools pushed to the side, feet dangling as I watched him work on a car’s engine, getting more and more furious by the second as he couldn’t find one missing screw. I watched quietly as his phone rang again, making him sigh loudly before he straightened himself up and took the call, eyebrows furrowed. It was a hot summer day, the AC did little to nothing inside the hot service, and the use of different electrical tools only created more heat inside the spacious room. I had started fanning myself, overhearing my father make an appointment as an obnoxiously loud engine whirled past the entrance to the service, making my heart skip an excited beat. It was lunch break, and Mingi had just returned from eating his meal. He was gone by the time I had arrived; I was rather lazy this morning and thus didn’t bother getting out of bed before 12 pm. My father turned towards me as he finished his call, looking rather irritated. It wasn’t directed at me; however, I still knew a lecturing would follow because I sat on his tool desk…again.

“Get off, Y/N, I asked you so many times not to sit there,” He sighed tiredly as he headed for the exit, “I have to examine a car, are you coming to the front?”

Certainly not before I have seen Mingi, “I’ll wash my hands first, they feel slimy, meet you at the reception, dad.”

He nodded once and hurried outside, phone already ringing once again. Summer seasons were always busy, work pilling up quickly. I started fanning myself with my hands as another heatwave hit me, making me sigh. Not even a tank top and shorts were enough to stop me from sweating buckets. I pushed my hair behind my shoulders and gripped the table, about to jump off it, when the man I stayed behind for finally showed up. He walked through the open garage door, having to duck as it wasn’t raised enough for his towering height. He had his back to me as he walked inside, carrying two boxes, muscles of his arms bulging as a few guys greeted him, instructing him where to place the boxes. However, nothing could’ve prepared me for the wave of shook which rooted me to my spot. My mouth hung open as my eyes remained trained on Mingi, and I could only hope nobody noticed my shameless gaping. Three days ago, when I have stopped by last, the man’s hair reached his shoulders almost and was a faded light brown. Now, his hair was completely bleached blonde and stood up in all places, spikey. A hairstyle definitely shouldn’t have made my tummy do flips, yet I had nothing to swallow as I watched Mingi laugh with a fellow mechanic, explaining something to him animatedly. His black tank top was tucked inside his beige pants, a black belt holding it against his hips securely. A black bandana was tied to his left bicep and I licked my lips as my eyes ran over his frame, stopping for a second too long on his ass. Perhaps crawling onto the wall sounded like the most normal thing to do right now. Just as I was about to look away, the man he was talking to briefly glanced at me and Mingi suddenly turned his head, eyes falling on me. Looking away right now would mean admitting that I had been staring at him, so I forced myself to smile nonchalantly at him and blame the flush on my cheeks on the extremely hot weather—which combined with Mingi’s presence only made my body heat up even more. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I’d do anything to get railed by Mingi while he wore his working clothes with grease smeared on his cheek. My heart skipped a beat as a lazy smirk appeared on his lips as he took off towards me, making me gulp in panic as I straightened my posture.

“Hello, princess.” He called once he was close enough and I rolled my eyes at the nickname, acting as if I totally hated it. It did bother me at the beginning when he started calling me that, but I didn’t mind anymore. And it certainly shouldn’t have made me blush.

“Hi, Mingi.” I greeted him back, smiling as I crossed my legs and leaned forward, holding myself up by my hands. My knuckles hurt from the grip I had on the table, but I ignored that.

“What brings you here today?” He asked nonchalantly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. I didn’t want to look, but his biceps were bulging and I’m just a simple woman, “Thought you washed your car when you stopped by last time.”

Ah, yes, the good old excuse of washing my car when it didn’t need washing yet. To be fair, I had a cleaning problem so that was the main reason why I washed my car so often, Mingi being here was just another thing to motivate me to stop by more frequently.

“I did, I’m not here for that.” I admitted, clearing my throat as Mingi’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. He hummed shortly, the sound deep in his throat, reminding me how hot I found his raspy and deep voice. He had once whispered in my ear as he snuck up on me, wanting to scare me, and I swear to God, I almost reached Heaven that day.

“Are you here for me then?” The cute pout of his lips and the finger he pushed against his cheek definitely didn’t match the sultriness of his words and the look in his eyes. It made me take a deep breath as I forced myself to roll my eyes, embarrassed that he had a feeling I was only here to see him. I mean…I did wear my favorite off-shoulder top just because I knew we would see each other.

“Why the sudden change of hairstyle?” I decided to change the subject, but it only made Mingi smirk as he looked at me almost victorious, almost as if he knew I didn’t answer him because he was right. Mingi ruffled his already spikey hair with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Just wanted something new,” He answered, “besides, it’s so hot these days, my long locks only made me sweat more. I feel like a new man right now. What do you think, do I look nice?”

Nice was little said, I would’ve described him more like: hot, sexy, attractive, gorgeous, mouth-watering, “Yeah, you look nice. It suits you.”

Mingi smiled happily and bowed lightly before his phone beeped. I didn’t understand how a man like him could be so cute while looking like a Greek God. My eyebrows slightly furrowed as I watched Mingi chuckle and smile down at his phone, quickly typing something on it. Perhaps he was seeing someone? Of course, why would a man like him be single? It shouldn’t come as a surprise; I should have thought about that sooner. But then again, he never mentioned a significant other. With a sigh, I jumped off the table and dusted off my shorts, running my hands through my hair. Mingi paused, looking up at me through his long lashes. I forced a smile on my face, suddenly discouraged by my own thoughts, as I grabbed my phone off the table.

“Got to go, dad’s waiting for me.” I mumbled as Mingi’s eyes slightly narrowed, eyes swiftly running over my body. He nodded wordlessly and I turned around, taking off towards the exit.

“That top looks really nice on you.” My steps halted for a second as I looked back at him and chuckled before exiting the garage, walking towards the reception, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach at the simple compliment. I should probably download a dating app and find someone available to obsess over.

            The blaring music and blinding disco lights in the living room were becoming too much as my tipsy head swirled around like a disco ball, throat parched up and dry from the lack of water. Certainly the amount of alcohol I have had was enough for the night as I pushed people out of my way, slightly wobbling as I headed for the kitchen, desperately needing water. A super rich guy from college threw a huge ass party and invited some guys over from our college, one of them being one of my close friends. I wasn’t one to turn down a good party, and when the alcohol was free, I would certainly attend it. Seonghwa and I had teamed up and played beer-pong together, kicking Wooyoung and San’s asses, but losing to Hongjoong and Yunho. We should have known better not to challenge those two competitive monsters. All in all, the night was fun and after having lost Sooyoung to some hot guy, I hit the dancefloor with Wooyoung and San, the three of us dancing our hearts out to every song. After a while, I grew concerned and started calling Sooyoung, making my two dancing companions almost take my phone away after six missed calls. But it didn’t take long for Sooyoung to finally text me, telling me she was upstairs with a Yeosang named guy smoking some weed, and that she’d be down in no time. I rolled my eyes at the text, huffing as I handed Wooyoung my phone to take care of. My skirt had no pockets and I forgot to bring a fanny-pack, I have grown tired of holding my phone, Wooyoung’s back pocket would do the trick until Sooyoung returned and I could give my phone for her to put in her little purse. The music wasn’t as loud in the kitchen as it was in the living room and it was also less packed, which made me grateful as I walked over to the window and pushed it open, smiling contently at the cool air which hit my face. I certainly needed to cool down. I grabbed a red cup which looked relatively unused and filled it with tap water, downing it in mere seconds only to fill it up again and again until I felt satiated. I threw the cup away and leaned against the counter, holding my thumping head in my hands as I closed my eyes for a second, thinking it would help. But it only made me more nauseous and I quickly opened my eyes as I massaged my forehead, still leaning slightly over. Somebody next to me asked if I was okay and I quickly nodded, telling them that I just needed a moment to regain composure again, and I’ll be off dancing once again. However, a weirdly familiar deep voice suddenly filled the kitchen, some high-pitched giggle following straight after the ridiculous joke the guy told. My nose scrunched up at the very cheesy pickup line which followed and I snorted, unintentionally catching their attention as they didn’t stand too far away.

“Y/N?” The deep voice asked surprised and my eyebrows furrowed as I finally raised my head, smoothing down my hair as it fell in my face.

“Oh, Mingi.” I muttered just a little surprised by his presence here. I wondered how he knew about the party, however, the black-haired girl by his side was a tell-tale. She was a student at my college and she was pretty as fuck. I sighed, and unintentionally glared at her, unimpressed by her presence next to Mingi. It’s not like I knew her well to form an opinion about her, but personally, I didn’t like her that much. Especially since Mingi seemed to be here with her. My eyes fall back onto him and my brain blanched for a second, never having seen him outside of the car service up until now. Him not wearing his tight-fitting clothes was something new and I couldn’t help but let my eyes run all over his body, taking in the sight in front of me. He wore a loose-fitting white t-shirt, the front slightly tucked inside his grey ripped jeans which were baggy. He wore a black pair of convers, and a black fanny-pack was pushed around to his backside to not bother him. However, what made me take a second to process what I was seeing were his accessories. His necklaces were layered as he wore a red braided like material which sat snugly against the base of his neck, then a silver chain followed, and a silver cross which reached just bellow his collarbones. His wrists were decorated with silver chain bracelets, matching the chain around his neck and he wore various rings, some bigger than the other, his right-hand sporting four meanwhile his left three. If all of that combined with his hair wasn’t enough, his fingernails were also painted black, albeit already coming off in some spots, but still painted black. He was a sight for sore eyes and it took everything in me to not grip his arm and walk us upstairs, completely disregarding the girl he was here with.

And she just had to speak up, “Oh, you two know each other?”

“Yeah, her dad’s my boss.” Mingi answered before I could and I raised an eyebrow as the girl took me in, unexpectedly smiling at me as she placed an arm around Mingi’s shoulders. My jaw tensed subconsciously and I licked my lips as I leaned back against the counter, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“We go to the same college,” She told Mingi, offering her hand to me, “I don’t think we’ve ever really introduced each other, though. My name is Jennie, I’m Mingi’s cousin.”

“Cousin?” My eyebrows raised as I shook Jennie’s hand, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Mingi playfully pushed Jennie off himself as he answered my question and Jennie just rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, giant, if I leave you alone with Y/N, will you behave?” She raised her eyebrows threateningly at Mingi and he just chuckled, raising his hands in surrender.

“I always behave.” He defended himself quickly, but sounded like he didn’t mean it at all.

“No, you don’t.” Jennie rolled her eyes then looked back at me, “I have to find my boyfriend, he’s somewhere here around, probably drunk off his ass. If Mingi bothers you, just knee him in the stomach really hard and come and find me, I’ll kick his ass for you—”

“I’m right here, you know.” Mingi rolled his eyes and ruffled Jennie’s hair, “Get lost before I chase you away.”

Jennie scoffed but walked away after she waved at me, leaving me alone with Mingi. My hostile behavior slightly dropped, but I couldn’t help look at Mingi with narrowed eyes. I knew what I heard while I was fighting the urge of throwing up. Why would anyone flirt with their cousin? That was disgusting.

“If Jennie is your cousin…why would you say a pickup line to her?” I couldn’t help but ask him accusingly. It made Mingi laugh as he stepped closer, smiling cheekily.

“Eavesdropping, weren’t you?” I opened my mouth to deny his claim, but Mingi didn’t let me, “First of, ew, that’s literally my cousin do I look like I fuck with family? And second, that pickup line was actually sent by someone whom I have been talking to, and I was just reading it to Jennie.”

“How many girls are you talking to currently?” The question tumbled past my lips before I could even think about it. I only could blame the alcohol for making me so straightforward and embarrassing.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Mingi chuckled and stepped closer, invading my personal space. I gulped and pressed myself harder into the counter, hands coming to grip the edge of it. A smirk appeared on Mingi’s lips as he leaned down to be eye level with me, eyes searching my face before they settled on my lips briefly. My head was spinning and perhaps I was seeing things, but his tongue poked out for a second, “You look really hot.”

I gulped and let out a quiet breath, looking down at myself. The leather skirt clung onto me like a second skin and the flower decorated corset did little to nothing to cover what I would usually hide. It was Sooyoung’s idea to dress up like this, she wore a matching set except her corset was green meanwhile mine pink.

“Uh, thanks.” I whispered and didn’t dare move as Mingi lowered his head even more, looking through his lashes as he looked me in the eyes. He’s never stood this close to me before; it only now made me realize the height difference between us. And I couldn’t help but faintly smell gasoline despite his strong cologne.

“Dressed up for someone?” He muttered and I felt a warm finger lightly trace the skin of my right arm. I gulped nervously and ignored the goosebumps on my skin.

“I didn’t know you’d be here—” I tried changing the subject, it seemed to be a habit of mine lately.

“But if you did know, would you have dressed up for me?” Mingi’s raspy voice whispered in my ear as he leaned closer, my mouth opening without a sound coming out. My tipsy brain didn’t exactly know how to function in that moment and that meant I had nothing to say. But as he pulled back, we made eye contact, and his intimidating gaze pulled an answer out of me instantly.

“Yes.” I would totally hate myself in the morning for admitting that, but I couldn’t help myself. Not when he was standing so close and saying things like that. A smirk pulled onto Mingi’s lips and suddenly his hand raised as he gripped a strand of my hair lightly and twirled it around, brushing it behind my ear. I watched him mesmerized, body slightly trembling because of different things. The opened window brought in the chill breeze and we stood close to the it; Mingi’s closeness and touch made me want to crash my lips against his, and I was fighting every fiber in my body to stop myself from doing that, thankfully not tipsy enough to lose all rationality.

“I think I know about your little secret, princess.” Mingi’s tone was playful as he suddenly cupped my cheek and tilted my head back, hovering his face over mine, eyes tracing my features slowly. I hoped my red lipstick wasn’t smudged and that it would be smudged in no time.

“What secret?” I asked confused, biting my lower lip as Mingi’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, his fingers slipping towards my nape as his thumb pushed against my cheek.

“About your little crush—” He barely whispered, eyes on my lips as my mouth parted, heart beating like crazy, “on me.”

Before I could answer him, his teeth caught my lower lip between his and he sucked on the flesh, making my face flush as I mewled, hand holding onto his waist for more stability as the counter wasn’t enough anymore. He held eye contact as he released my lip and I felt like crumbling onto my knees and giving him anything he wanted as my grip tightened on him, head pulled closer to his by the grip he had on my nape. Mingi’s lips barely brushed against mine and I tried to close the impossibly little distance between us, but he just tsked and smirked.

“Good girls eventually get what they want, princess, be a bit more patient.” I couldn’t help but groan in frustration as Mingi released me and took a step back, smirking as he swiped his thumb over my lower lip, smudging my lipstick. I threw him a glare, but he just laughed and then turned around and walked off with a cup he grabbed off from the counter. I couldn’t help but lick my lower lip, pressing a palm against my racing heart as I tapped the sweat off my forehead, needing another cup of water to cool off.

            And I didn’t even have to wait for too long. Four days after the party, my father asked me to stop by the car service because he couldn’t decide what color to choose for the tuning he was doing for one of his friend’s car. I couldn’t have been happier to stop by as I made it my personal mission to stay away from that place for as long as possible, embarrassed by what happened between Mingi and I at the party, but also because I wanted to torture him a bit too. I could only hope he yearned to see me as much as I yearned for him. My father was out, having to pick up some pieces in the nearest city, which was half an hour away, so that meant he’d be gone for approximately an hour and a half. Everyone was gone by now from the car service as working hours were over, everyone except Mingi, of course. He had to catch up on his work as he had to skip a day for some undisclosed business. And yes, Mingi should’ve been working right now on that old car nobody actually wanted to fix, but here he was, balls deep in my pussy, thrusting into me like his life depended on it. I guess he was just a simple man too, and he fell exactly into my trap as I walked through the garage door wearing my little sundress, high heels elongating my legs. It didn’t take long for Mingi to stop whatever he was doing as he dragged me to the backroom, where there were no cameras, and pushed up on the table, wasting no time in undressing himself and working up the both of us. My head was thrown back from the constant pleasure his movements brought, his length reaching places no one else has before, my right hand gripping his bare waist as I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts. Mingi was biting his lips hard, holding onto my hips as I had to hold myself up with one arm, muscle straining with each strong thrust. Perhaps I should have expected him to be vocal, but the whines he would let out every now and then only turned me on even more, dragging my own moans out of me. Grease stuck to his left cheek, just underneath his mole and his already sweaty body from working was glistening once again, smelling strongly of the substance he has been working with to clean rims of the old car.

“I bet you’ve been fantasizing about me fucking you covered in grease and all sweaty from the long day I’ve had.” My only answer was a loud moan as he hit the sweet spot which made me see stars, and for a second, all I could hear were his own pants and the table squeaking louder and louder with each thrust.

“You have no idea—” I moaned as I clenched around Mingi, mind blanching for a second as he hit that spot again, “How fucking hot you look—like this.”

My fingertips dug into his hips and Mingi suddenly leaned down, pressing my back flat against the wooden table, rotating his hips as he suddenly slowed down. My mouth opened in a gasp and my legs went around his hips, one hand tangling in his blonde spikey hair as the other went around his shoulders to anchor myself. Mingi groaned in my ear as I clenched around his length again, his thrusts painfully slow on purpose, making me try to move my hips, but he had me pinned down by his heavier body.

“Fuck, please—” My whine was muffled by his lips as he pressed them against mine, pushing his tongue past my lips as I kissed him hungrily, wanting to feel more and more of him. Our lips moved messily against each other as Mingi slightly quickened his pace, but it still wasn’t enough. My eyebrows were furrowed as it started becoming unbearable and I whined, pulling my head away and choking on my words for a second, “I’m going to fucking die if you don’t go faster.”

I couldn’t believe Mingi had the audacity to smirk as he bit my lower lip harshly, making me push his head away as he chuckled amused, fake pouting at me.

“Thought I said good girls get what they want—” He completely stilled, bringing tears into my eyes out of frustration as I gripped his nape, trying to move against him to no avail, “And you’re being rather impatient right now.”

But before I could say anything, the slightly stood up and pulled almost fully out before slamming in again, his pace relentless and thrusts sharp as he threw his head back, moaning, making me grip onto his lower arm as he hit my g-spot over and over again, making my back arch as broken moans left my lips, nails digging into his skin. I was going fucking insane as his thumb found my clit and he started rubbing circles on it, making me cry out as I felt my orgasm building up, ready to snap any second as Mingi’s moans got higher and higher, my walls clenching tightly around him, bringing him closer to the edge as well.

“Fuck.” He hissed at a particular sharp thrust, his hips almost stuttering but I managed to meet his movements, desperate for my own release as I clawed at the wooden table, back arching as the pleasure became unbearable and the knot in my stomach snapped, making me let out a high-pitched moan, only for Mingi’s lips to muffle it as his hips stuttered, his own release following mine, filling me up. My body trembled and my lungs heaved for air as I came down from the high, our lips touching with Mingi as we both panted into each other’s mouths. His scent was intoxicating and I couldn’t help but burry my head into his neck and lightly bite down on his perfect skin, making him shudder. He didn’t pull out yet and I felt him twitch slightly, making me chuckle.

“So, I’m hot when I’m all sweaty and covered in grease?” He spoke up, voice raspy, and his words made me laugh as I allowed my head to rest against the wooden table, throwing an arm over my eyes. I could feel Mingi’s smile as he pressed a kiss against the corner of my mouth, swiftly pulling out.

“I said it once, I won’t say it again.” I peeked at him as he quickly pulled up his boxers and tight pants, adjusting his tank top.

“If I knew all I had to do was change my hairstyle for you to finally let me fuck you—” Mingi shook his head as he helped me off the table, smirking when I had to lean against it for support, my legs having gone numb, “I would’ve done it a lot earlier.”

“Perhaps if you weren’t so oblivious,” I threw him a glare and pulled up my panties, adjusting my dress, “You would’ve noticed how badly I wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, idiot.”

Mingi laughed and threw an arm around my shoulders as he pulled me into himself, “Now that that’s out of the way…do you want to date or do you want us to just fuck?”

His question made me pause as I looked up in his eyes, biting my lower lip in thought, “You want to go out with me?”

“I sure do.” Mingi said it like it was the most obvious thing, then he jutted his chin towards mine, “What about you?”

“What do you think?” I asked with a chuckle.

“That we should go for a second round—”

“Mingi!” I pressed my palm over his mouth and threw him a little glare, “My father could be back anytime, you know. And yes, I do want to date you. Unless you’re always this annoying.”

Mingi fake laughed as he pushed my hand off his mouth, “Aren’t you just so funny?”

I stuck my tongue out at him and he tried kissing it, making me yelp and push him away, which made Mingi giggle as he placed his hands in his pockets, “So, tomorrow at six?”

“But you better shower before you come pick me up.” I pointed a finger at him as we went to leave the room.

“I thought I smelled hot—”

“You can’t smell hot, so just—” I sighed and looked at him, “Just—dress up. You—I mean, you know, you looked really good at the party. I haven’t seen you out of your work clothes before.”

“Aw, aren’t you so shy right now and stuttering all of a sudden?” He cooed and poked my cheek, “As if I wasn’t inside you—”

“Y/N, you still here?!” I heard my father’s voice shout from afar and I threw Mingi a warning look as I pushed him away. He walked towards the car he had to fix defeated, throwing me those sad puppy eyes and a pout as my father walked inside the garage.

“Hi.” I waved at him and he smiled, glancing at Mingi.

“You can fix it tomorrow too, you know?” My father said as he went to put his own utensils away. Mingi hummed but said he didn’t have much until he was done, liar. My father glanced at me and I looked away from Mingi, smiling at my father innocently. He just shook his head and threw his keys at me, making me clumsily catch them.

“Go pick up your mother, I’ll stay behind and help Mingi fix the car.” He muttered tiredly as he walked up to my soon-to-be-boyfriend, oblivious to what Mingi would soon become to him as well. Not just an employee, but perhaps a part of our family too. I jokingly saluted my father as I stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Mingi, who was already watching me.

“Goodbye, Mingi.”

“Bye, Y/N.” Mingi tried to fight the smile off his lips as I turned around and ran off with a giggle, cheeks burning suddenly with embarrassment.

Good girls eventually get what they want, don’t they?

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no study room? no problem | park seonghwa

word count: 1.5k

genre: pwp (barely a plot), smut, tutor!seonghwa x student!reader, university au!

warnings: 18+ mdni!!! unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lads), pet names (baby), praise (f receiving), sorta perv!seonghwa poor attempts at dirty talk lmk if i missed anything!

author's note: i wrote this while slightly tipsy last night but dear heavens i couldn't get tutor!seonghwa out of my head for a couple of days omfg

your chemistry tutor was insanely hot. there was just no doubt about it. a man with a face chiseled to the fucking gods who was also a genius at organic chemistry, how hotter could he get?

to be honest, you always knew he was hot even before you started taking study sessions with him but lately, he has been looking finer and finer every day. it's gotten to the point where you can't focus on anything except for the idea of him bending you over the desk and fucking you senseless.

not to worry though, seonghwa has been eyeing you ever since you took off your drenched university sweatshirt to reveal the soaked white top that exposed your black bra in the library. seonghwa knew you were cute, and even fantasized about you once or twice before bed. but good lord, the sight of you with that soaked white shirt and ruined mascara fed his imagination for a couple of days. poor seonghwa couldn't focus on a single thing you asked him when he was rock-hard underneath the table.

ever since that day for him, it's been increasingly difficult for him to focus on his planned lesson for the day when the image of you with ruined mascara came across his mind.

seonghwa had enough of it. slowly, he's been inching his way toward getting you in bed. he's become increasingly touchy with you such as leaning just a little too much whenever you asked for help on a problem. additionally, seonghwa mastered the art of subtly, eye-fucking you whenever you were diligently working on your homework. also, he loved to tease you by having his eyes drift toward your lips every occasionally when explaining new concepts.

eventually, the chemistry tutor worked the courage to invite you over to his dorm to study instead of the library. yes, you've been to his dorm on the rare occasion the library was packed. however this time was different, seonghwa planned a study session in the middle of midterm week, meaning that the library was going to be insanely crowded from when it opened and to when it closed.

of course, you agreed to go study in his dorm. you desperately needed to master a few topics before your chem exam at the end of the week and let's just say being stressed was an understatement.

everything went like usual, seonghwa explaining concepts here and there while you began working on your study guide.

"seonghwa?"

"yes?" he pulls his head out of your textbook pretending to be busy to distract his dirty thoughts.

"how do i substitute something again in a reaction?" you ask, biting your lip in concentration.

"you just uh-" seonghwa mumbles staring at the way your teeth gnaw at your lip as his thoughts began to wander. he could probably get you to do the same face if he fucked you hard enough.

"seonghwa?" you wave a hand in his face, trying to reel his attention back to you.

without thinking, he grabbed the hand in front of him startling the both of you. looking deeply into your eyes trying to search for any sign of disgust or anything along those lines, he only found the same desperate hunger in your eyes too.

with his findings, he plunged forward, his lips attacking yours as seonghwa lets the hand that was holding yours drop and use it to tug you onto his lap.

your tongue ghosts over his top lip earning a groan from below. in a second, seonghwa is copying your action from earlier, swiping his tongue over your lip, before entering your mouth. sweet moans escaped as you let your tutor explore your mouth.

soon, your sounds were too much for seonghwa that he pulled away leaving you pouting at the loss of contact.

"bed. now." he instructs pointing over to his neatly folded bed.

immediately, you follow his orders climbing on top of the crisp covers, and quickly seonghwa crawls on top of you. he pulls you in for another messy kiss where your teeth clashed and left you breathless. pulling away to catch his breath, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned stomach. seonghwa does the same to you, tugging your shirt off as well, revealing the same black bra from the rainy day at the library. oh, he was in a treat for tonight. continuing with ridding your clothes, he moves down to work on getting your pants and pulling both your underwear and pants down in one swift motion.

"gonna need to prep you first." seonghwa says before diving onto your neck to leave little kisses on it. right after he distracts you with his mouth, a finger toys at your arousal, collecting all the slick from wet pussy before plunging everything back in.

"fuck seonghwa," you curse, a hand moving to grip his hair.

steadily, he moves his finger at a decent speed closely watching your reactions. when your cunt begins to ache for more, you subconsciously move your hips to match seonghwa's finger but once he notices, he shoves another finger in catching you off guard.

"oh my god!"

"look at my good girl, she's taking my fingers so well." he hums into your ear before moving his lips down to nibble on your ear, "i can't wait to see how well you take my cock, baby."

"ff-uck want it now." you mumble.

"want what baby? use your words." he teases, his fingers moving at a faster pace.

"want your ah-cockk, pleasee, please." you beg.

"there's my good girl." seonghwa praises his mouth moving once more to your neck to reward you with open-mouthed kisses.

seonghwa flips the both of you over to get you on your knees. your ass sticks up in the air as his mouth waters at the sight of your arousal dripping down your thigh.

you attempt to look behind yourself to look seonghwa by folding your arms in front of your head and craning your neck to look over your shoulder. you watch as seonghwa quickly unzips his pants and kicks it away. the huge bulge in his boxers left your pussy aching knowing that he wanted you as much you wanted him.

with a dazed look, you watch as seonghwa takes his cock out and pumps himself a few times, his tip an angry red with beads or precum leaking from its tips. a moan escapes your mouth as you feel seonghwa's tip grace your folds before he pushes into your cunt.

"fuck!"

a deep groan comes from seonghwa as he bottoms out, feeling how tight you are just for him. he gives you a second to adjust before pulling out and then slamming his hips back in. soon, he falls into a steady rhythm creating lewd noises mixed with your sweet moans and the sinful sounds of his cock ramming into your sopping cunt.

"seonghwa, fuck!" you groan, gripping his bedsheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"look at you, taking my cock so well." he whispers into your ear as he leans over, "i know how much you've been wanting this baby. and now look at you, getting fucked on your knees after waiting so long."

you couldn't even respond, only moans and gasps left your mouth at his dirty words.

"i should reward you huh?"

nodding frantically like a maniac, you look at seonghwa with pleading eyes.

immediately, he stops his rhythms, "it's rude to ignore someone's question baby, and you know i don't reward bad girls."

"y-yes! fuck yes! i'm your good girl!" you cry out just wanting to feel seonghwa move again.

"there's my girl." he praises in your ear once more before continuing the brutal pace on your pussy. soon, seonghwa could tell you were close with how your words turned into senseless mumbles and moans as you repeated his name like a broken record.

"hwa- please, please, let me cum."

"not yet." he instructs leading you to whine out in distress.

however, you were quickly shut up when seonghwa began to pound into you harder. both of his hands were gripping your hips so hard that it was destined to leave bruises later.

"f-fuck, you feel so good, your pussy made just for me. you're all mine now." seonghwa rambles, his words making no sense as they tumbled out of his mouth. his own high coming up fast.

"hwa, please," you cry out once more, the knot in your stomach becoming almost unbearable.

"come now, baby." he groans his hips quickening once more to send the both of you over the edge.

seonghwa works the both of you through your orgasms until you whimper at the overstimulation. slowly, he pulls himself out and watches as his cum mixed with yours drips out of your hole and onto the sheets. it was almost enough for him to get rock hard again but just not tonight.

instead, seonghwa finds his discarded boxers before searching for a clean towel to use to clean you up. when he finally found what he was looking for, he saw you slumped on his bed and out of breath. fuck, this image of you breathless because of him easily replaces the one of you with the soaked white shirt.

"so, same time next week?"

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[xxstar-girl]

GIRLS OVER FLOWERS

park seonghwa x reader x choi san

✩ SYNOPSIS: lee y/n is just a normal girl, who’s family owns a small coffee shop. she finds herself being accepted in kq-u, the prestigious private university for the wearily. after saving the son of the chancellor from a car accident

✩ PAIRING: park seonghwa x female!reader x choi san

✩ WARNING: suggestive themes, suicidal jokes, mentions of car crashes, explicit content

✩ GENRE: love triangle, smau, fluff, angst, crack, written, smut

✩ note: i will try to post twice a week, depending on how work will be beating my ass with annoying customers. this is also kinda inspiration from girl over flowers drama.

[AREA 51👽part1] [PRESTIGIES💰part1]

[AREA 51👽part2] [PRESTIGIES💰part2]

[OTHERS]

01: getting in kq university📝

02: first day

03: give me free cookies and coffee

04: down bad

05: invite your friends!

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[cherrysoojins]

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. . . texting atz members as dads !

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female reader, established relationships.

८ 💬 .

just some fluff of ateez as dads because the thought is cute.

if you like this, check out my skz smau series coming out soon FAMILY !

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ㅤㅤ𓂂 ׁ ✿ ╎ ׅ warnings : swearing (maybe), fluff, some bad parenting sometimes, kids, talking of shit (yunho, yeosang), overall fluff, let me know any other warnings that should be added.

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hongjoong, seonghwa :

yunho, yeosang :

san, mingi :

wooyoung, jongho :

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[bangchansimpxo]

In the Stacks

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint

summary: you work at the school library with jung wooyoung. it's exam season and wooyoung isn't helping you concentrate on studying, but maybe he can help you with other things.

cw: minor swearing, suggestive content

~originally posted on AO3~

lol i just have a lot of unreleased tension

You were going to kill Jung Wooyoung.

The ninth object of the day whacked the back of your head.

Get a job at the school library they said.

It’ll be quiet and peaceful they said.

Perhaps that would’ve been the case if the person you worked with wasn’t an overgrown man-child who flirted with anything that moved and needed attention every five seconds. What should’ve been an easy task of putting returned books away turned into an obstacle course of dodging the things Wooyoung threw at you. You’d dodged wadded up balls of paper, pencils, paper clips, erasers, even the occasional bookmark.

“Wooyoung, I swear to god.”

Wooyoung gave you his signature grin — the one that said he knew he did something wrong but felt absolutely no guilt about it.

“What did I do?” He asked innocently.

Turning away, you stretched up to push a book onto its shelf. You prayed that he would stop bothering you if you just ignored him. But of course, this was Jung Wooyoung you were talking about. Incessant poking began on your arm. You tilted your head slightly to find him right next to you, devilishly grinning in your face.

“Why do you hate me?” he asked, continuing to jab your arm.

You swatted his hand away and pushed past him, “I wonder why.”

You were giving him less attention than usual, you would admit. You two usually had a good amount of banter going and the occasional actual conversation. But it was exam season and there were four tests you desperately needed to study for. Your scholarship was riding on you doing well in all of your courses and you couldn’t afford to lose it. The goal was to finish up re-shelving books so you could hole up behind the circulation desk and study until you were interrupted. But your coworker was making that task very, very difficult.

You rounded the corner to face the door to the storage room where the library kept extra hoards of the books used for classes. Withdrawing the key from your cart of books you unlocked the storage room, carefully maneuvering your cart so that it kept the door ajar. The storage room automatically locked once it was shut and there was no way to unlock it from the inside.

It was definitely a safety hazard and the library had tried multiple times to get it fixed after several students had gotten locked in, but their efforts were in vain.

You moved into the space with Wooyoung following closely behind. You both grabbed stacks off the cart, sliding books into place as Wooyoung hummed to himself rather loudly.

“Got any exams this week?” he said after finishing his tune.

“Four.” you replied.

“Oooo,” he said as you felt him slide up next to you. “Need help studying?”

You glanced at him purely to fix him with a glare, “No, I need your help finishing this,” you gestured to the cart full of books, “so that I can study.”

“I’m actually pretty good at studying.” he tried to say.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Okay Mr. 30% on the calc exam.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth to say something else but you cut him off before he could even get the words out, “Just work Wooyoung, please.”

Perhaps it was the fatigue evident in your voice but you enjoyed a few blissful moments of silence, the only sound the soft hush of the books sliding onto their shelves.

It would’ve been a lovely way to end your task as the number of books steadily declined on your cart, but Jung Wooyoung was Jung Wooyoung. As you both reached for the same shelf, Wooyoung bumped into your hip with his. Already off balance from being on your tiptoes to reach the shelf, you stumbled, bumping into the cart and knocking it clear past the threshold of the storage room.

“Wooyoung the—” the door slammed shut, “door.”

You let out a frustrated groan and slowly turned your eyes to the male.

“Uhhhh—”

“I’ve had it.”

“Y/N wait—”

“No.” you said, “I put up with a lot from you Wooyoung. A. Lot. And just this once,” you shook your pointer finger, “Just this once. I ask you to act like an adult and actually do you job. I explain to you how stressed I am and how I want to use all the time I can studying for exams. And I ask you, nicely, to just do your fucking job. But do you listen? Noooo. You throw pencils. You throw erasers. You somehow throw bookmarks. Because it is too much. Too fucking much, to ask the wonderful and endearing and playful Jung Wooyoung to not be his playful and annoying self and get his job done for once. It’s too much to—”

Wooyoung’s lips were pressed against yours. Soft, yet demanding. Encouraging you to open up, yet stealing the words right from your mouth.

When he pulled back, he looked just as surprised as you. His eyes were wide and his hands covered his mouth.

“What. The fuck. Was that?” you said.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered out, “I don’t know what came over me, I didn’t want to force that on you, I’m so sorry, I was panicking and you were yelling and I didn’t know what to do, I don’t know why that’s the thing that happened, I-”

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him in sharply, connecting you lips once again. The kiss was heated, fierce, but over before it really started. You shoved him away.

“What was that?!” he exclaimed.

“Now we’re even.”

Wooyoung shook his hands over his head and spun in a full circle before squaring himself off in front of you and looking you dead in the eye.

“Let’s do this right,” he said. “Can I kiss you?”

The word ‘yes’ had barely left your mouth before he was pulling you in by the waist and locking your lips together. Your fingers found his hair as you parted your lips to allow him more access.

His tongue teased the entrance of your mouth. His hands sliding down further, one sliding into the back pocket of your jeans, the other squeezing the other side. The squeeze made you gasp, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.

Your body pressed flush against him and yet you kept stepping forward as if you could get closer. When his back hit the wall you pushed against him as much as you possibly could, his free hand finding the small of your back to pull you impossibly closer.

Your lips parted and the two of you struggled to catch your breaths, your lips still almost touching. Wooyoung firmly gripped your waist, spinning you so that you were pressed up against the wall.

“Jump,” he said gruffly.

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

Your legs wrapped around his solid torso, he held you up with a combination of his hands on your ass and the friction of pushing you against the wall. He sealed your lips together, his neck craning upwards to connect them in your new position.

Your hands felt his strong shoulders, fingernails digging into his back when he nipped your lips. When he pulled back again he looked at you through heavy lidded eyes. His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his swollen lips. He zeroed in on your exposed neck leaning forward to find your sweet spot.

You struggled to contain the gasp that fought it’s way out when he accomplished his goal.

“Wooyoung,” you managed to breathe out.

You weakly tapped his shoulder, and sighed out, “Wooyoung.”

He gently lowered you to the floor, bracing his forearm above your head. He looked down at you with a warm hand still on your waist. It was difficult to concentrate with him leaning over you, pupils entirely dilated.

“What are we doing?” you asked softly.

He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I think I’m helping you relieve stress.”

Your hands weakly held onto the sides of his shirt by his waist, “Oh.”

He maneuvered to kiss the other corner of your mouth, “Do you feel less stressed?”

You thought about it as he stooped down to kiss your jaw, “Yes.”

He peered up at you with a smirk that made your stomach flip, “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes.”

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[blossom-hwa]

Hello, Lina.

Vampire!jongho, please >:)

hello, anne. hope you enjoy >:)

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: Courting Death

Pairing: Jongho x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: something between fluff and angst, university!au, vampire!au

Warnings: mentions of death

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These are the facts. 

One: Jongho is not a ghost. 

Explanation: Ghosts are intangible. Immaterial. Sometimes, through the sheer force of their spirit, they can move things, but even then they're more of a gust of wind than something physical. Which is why you know Jongho is not a ghost. You shook his hand once. That was real, so he can't be a ghost.

But a lot of other things about him say otherwise. 

Two: Jongho is not any supernatural creature you have had the pleasure of meeting yet. 

Explanation: You've racked your mind of the creatures you've encountered in your forays into the supernatural side of this realm. As an unwilling medium, able to communicate with ghosts, you can unfortunately say you've been welcomed and chased your fair share of times by a variety of creatures—werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, sirens, and more. One memorable time a demon bought you a drink. But putting together the strange things you know about Jongho has never resulted in a single one of these creatures. There's always something that doesn't fit the bill. 

Three: Jongho is not human. 

Explanation: Until a week ago, this wasn't fact. More of a hypothesis, really. There was just always something—off, about him. Which made you suspect he wasn't human, that he was something supernatural, but you never had proof. Not until you realized just what it was that made you think Jongho could be a ghost until you shook his hand. 

He has no heartbeat. 

It happened quickly. You tripping over a rock on the street, bumping into a poor woman standing a few feet away as you flailed around, and then a sudden force grabbing your arm and pulling you close to a cold body that you realized had no heartbeat. 

Jongho, smiling at your seeming clumsiness. You, trying to mask the shock of your realization as just embarrassment at having fallen over right on the street. He hid it so well—so, so well. He breathed, or at least he pretended to. He walked around during daylight hours, albeit under many layers of long clothing. He attributed his strange night waking hours to being a night owl and insomniac, which all made sense for a stressed and anxious college student. If you weren't used to hanging around beings without heartbeats, you likely wouldn't ever have suspected him of being anything other than human. 

This was a week ago. Since then, you've thought about it. A lot. Have neglected most of your schoolwork in favor of extensions you know you'll only use to further delay your recent procrastinating tendencies. But really, there's not much more you can rationalize, which leads you to the last fact.

Four: Jongho is a vampire. 

Explanation: You've never seen him eat food. You've never seen him drink anything but a few sips of wine. His voice is heavenly, which is why you thought he might be a siren at first before you saw that he didn't have any of the telltale gill-scars scratched into the sides of his neck. He's abnormally cold all the time, even under all those layers of clothes, and he doesn't venture into sunlight unless he's almost completely covered. He doesn't seem to sleep. And he doesn't have a heartbeat. 

You've never met a vampire before. Or at least, if you did, you didn't know it. So maybe this is more of a hypothesis than a fact, because you only have evidence, no concrete conclusions yet. But right now, staring at him across a table in a dimly lit bar just a mile from campus, you're certain. 

His eyes are narrowed now, his lips thinned into a line. He'd been smiling when he came in, which had almost made you smile too before you remembered what you came here for. You've been sitting in silence for a while now, neither of you willing to break the tension that's settled after your previous statement. 

"You're not human."

Other creatures might have tried to play it off, laughed easily and brushed you off immediately. But Jongho knows you and you know him. He's not stupid. Neither are you. 

You lean forward, hunched shoulders finally cutting through the tense air. "You're a vampire, aren't you?"

Jongho's own shoulders tense up. There's no more smile hinted in his eyes, none of the usual familiarity you used to greet each other with. "What will you do if I say yes?" he asks calmly, too calmly, which is as good of a confirmation as you need. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his fingers tensing where they rest on the table, wariness creeping up his arms and into his broad shoulders. "Try to kill me? I'll warn you now, such an attempt won't end well for you."

You smile. Just a little, not much, but it's real. Not because you're happy, because you aren't, not really. Just because it's nice to be able to throw him off now, to know something that he doesn't after all this time he's spent unintentionally taunting you with the question of his identity. 

"No." You relish for a moment in the slightest widening of his eyes—but not too much, because that would be too petty and besides, you were friends. With a lot of luck you'll still be, after this. "I want you to help me."

Silence falls again—incredulous, though, this time. Jongho raises a single eyebrow at you when you don't elaborate. "What in the world could you possibly need my help with, using my identity as a vampire?"

"Pirate King." You set your jaw, meeting Jongho's eyes head on. "I need to meet him."

Another incredulous beat of silence follows. "And what makes you think I could help you with that?" Jongho finally asks, crossing his arms. 

"He's a vampire. Or so I've been told." You wince a little—this was the part of your plan you hadn't thought out quite yet, but you push on anyway. "I figured you would know more about him than I."

His eyes flash, and for the first time, you catch a glimpse of too-sharp canines as he sucks in his teeth. "You're courting death, you know. No one sees the Pirate King unless he wants them to. And whatever he'd do to you then would likely be a thousand times worse than whatever I could do to you."

"Don't be a good friend, Jongho. Don’t talk sense to me. That's not what I need right now." You clench your fist. "My dad worked for him." Ignoring Jongho's sharp intake of breath, you barrel on. "And now he's disappeared. I can't get shit from the people I have access to, and I'm not going to stop until I have answers."

Or until I'm dead.

Jongho eyes you warily. You get the feeling he heard what you didn't say out loud, and maybe the friend in him still wants to stop you. "You have a death wish."

"So you've said already."

"What would I get in return for whatever help I give you?" he continues, ignoring you. "I won't do this for free. If I'm going to risk my existence for you, it'd better be for something worth it."

"What, us being friends isn't enough?" You snicker without mirth. Jongho just stares back, impassive.

You sigh. "Fine. Mark my words, however—if you breathe a word about this to anyone, the world will know what you are before you finish speaking."

At this, Jongho actually smirks a little. "Oh, I know."

"Good." You take a deep breath. "I can speak to ghosts."

You don't miss the way Jongho's eyes gleam when you say this. 

"You may ask me for one favor using this ability. Only one." Swallowing hard, you force yourself to keep meeting Jongho's gaze. "But it can be anything. I will not say no."

Jongho's other eyebrow rises. "Why do you think I'd accept these terms?"

You scoff. "Who doesn't have ghosts? Unsettled grudges, promises of revenge, closure. You can't tell me you don't have people you want to talk to, not over all your probably decades or centuries of being a…vampire."

That's it. That's all you have—your trump card, which you really hope is a trump card and not just a stupid hope tossed into the wind. You cross your own arms to hide the way your hands are trembling.

Jongho looks at you. Down at the two little shot glasses that have been on the table the whole time, untouched. Back up at you, and this time there's something terrifyingly hungry but also terrifyingly desolate in his eyes. You fight the urge to look away. 

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he sighs. And laughs, just a little, completely mirthless. 

"You've got yourself a deal, Y/N." He reaches out his hand and you take it, forcing yourself not to flinch against the chill of his skin. "I just really hope you know what you're doing with it."

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CHAPTER WARNGING(S): not proofread, new character, more back story explained

A bright light flashed from above your eyes. The strange light moving left and right, like a flashlight moving in a dark forest.

The heat raiding from the bright tool made you groan and tighten your eyelids before bringing your hand over your eyes to cover them. There was a small gasp just as you did and the heat with the light was gone after you heard a faint click.

You slowly opened your eyes to adjust to the lights of the room. They burned and felt dry. Your head felt like it was spinning with a constant pounding against your skull.

"You're up." A voice spoke making you turn your head towards them. They sat beside your bed with a small smile on his face. He wore glasses, with a simple coat and a turtleneck. His skin looked like honey, his era was almost powerful, rendering you nearly speechless. He was young but the vibe was saying otherwise.

Something flashed in to corner of your eye, waving back and forth. You could help but follow its movements as it had you in its focus. A tail. A thin tail, with a bush of hair at the end similar to his hair colour. That when you looked into his eyes and see it a unique orange. There was no way you could've stumbled into a room with a mutant.

"...Wha..." your throat sounded like nail against a chalkboard. He raised his hand as if he was stopping you from talking further. He turned and grab a cup of water with a straw. He drew it closer to you, while the same small smile on his face.

"Drink..." he commanded.

You just started at him, eyebrows furrowed. Popping onto your elbows, giving him a face a long the line of 'you can't be serious'; looking up and down from the cup then to him. He mumbled a small 'fine' smile dropping, before relaxing his shoulders and putting down the cup.

"You're probably confused, right?" You looked around the room. It looked like a nursing room in a large hall. A hospital almost. Not the hospital you were in all those months ago. Your senses came to, hearing the large earring fan siting in the corner of the nursing hall. Yellow-orange light rays through the large windows as the sun began to set. You dragged your hand across the soft and bouncy white blanket, gripping it to feel the material.

"My name is jongho, and I'm sure yours is F/N, correct?" You didn't answer and instead gave him a small nod and a hum. He stood up making you look back to him, seeing if he would try something. He picked up a clipping board, filling the paper and reading what's written.

"Your O2 is stable, your dopamine levels went down.."

"Where am I..?" He stopped talking, shifting his attention to you, eyes eyeing before setting down the clipping board. "I'll be right back..." he said walking to the exit.

You must be still drunk or on whatever you were injected with because you could've sworn, that male phased straight through the glass door. Though, you can't really blame yourself as you had a fair share of mutants in your life. For example, Seonghwa, he's telepathic.

You groaned, sudden remembering the what had happened to you previously. You were drugged for sure, the stinging headache still spiking your head. Pulling yourself from your bed, you immediately got up after Jongho exited the room. You weren't tied to anything just an IV inject into your arm. You wore the same clothing the day you were in the park walking Marshmallow. Just only your long brown jacket was missing.

Now think of it, Where is Marshmallow? Was the question running through your mind. The rest of what happened is a blur. But right now your focus is to figure out your surroundings.

Your leg shook and you nearly felt over due to them giving in. Quickly walking to the door to look out from the glass window and noticed no one was in sight. Opening the door you soon notice that the entire large hallway is empty. A window on each end of the hall. Looking down the hall, left to right you started to take steps towards your right. Remember Jongho running the other way.

Why are you leaving? your left side asking you. Run! Is what your right side is telling you. Your body was moving on its own, walking down the hall but soon turned in speed walking then to running down the long empty hall. They should've tied you.

Just as you turned the corner, on the other side of the building, Seonghwa and Jongho walked down the other end; on the left. Jongho held a small note pad and fill his superior on your health status.

"She seems fine but I don't think she should go through the exam yet..."

"Not my... words..." Seonghwa started, pausing his words just as he opened the door of the nursing hall only to be faced with nothing but an empty room. He brows furrowed, walking further in and walking to your bed, his eyes scanning the white sheets where you previously laid in.

"What is she? Is this the E hall?" Seonghwa turned to Jongho, his eyes landing on the large E sign above the door. The older male ran his tongue on the inside of his cheek before leaning on one leg. His gut turned and his head began to pound at your absents. You missing from your bed only made Seonghwa's through run on where you are and what trouble you're running straight into.

"You didn't tie her?"

"She was tossing and turning, I couldn't keep her in that terrible position.." Seonghwa groan, rubbing his eyes.

"She was here, I swear-"

"Oh I know..." Seonghwa walked out the hall, Jongho walking closely behind him. His heavy heels stomping as he speed walks down the hall. He was confused as to why you left. He knows you're smart, if not, you would've been dead years ago. So why did you even think to step out of the only room you're familiar with? Let alone who's ideas is to have the door unlocked? Seonghwa could only excuse himself as a fight and flight response due to waking up in an unrecognizable place. He really couldn't blame you.

"What do we do?"

"Call and radio your squad for a search party. MAKE sure they don't use force." The older male orders just as jongho nodded walking into a wall and phasing straight through it.

Seonghwa growled in annoyance and worrisome. A part of him is breaking in sweat. He knows many people don't know who you are, and may take extra precaution including violence. His order was to protect you and keep you out of others reach. Hiding you till the next meeting to announce your presence. Because you snuck off, security, his squad and other squads may think you're nothing but an intruder and kill you right on the dot.

They have you in a perfect circle, cornering you- like prey and predator. You're in the eyes of an extremely dangerous group who specialized in the hunting field. They live for this thing. They thrill for this thing.

"Shit!" Now he's running.

You tiptoed keeping a low profile, making sure to turn every corner slowly. You're lost, you don't even know why you even stepped out of the room. Walking past a couple other workers you had stolen a keycard hanging from their back pocket. Hasn't been the first time.

Older You would've done something less stupid. And honestly you have no idea how to get out or where to go.

You sighed as you crouched against the wall. By this time, they're probably looking for you. Searching every inch of this monstrosity of a building. Closing your eyes, you reflected on your actions that occurred in the past 20 minutes. How could you have put yourself back into the danger after you cry and try to escape it constantly. Telling yourself no more crime, no more guns, no more bow and arrow. Yet here you are hiding from assassins in their own headquarters.

Past you would be raging as your stupidity.

"I should go back..." you mumbled under your breath as you rubbed your face against the palm of your hands. Your elbow still aching from the IV you previously ripped out.

It was silent, and no one was in the hall near you. It was almost like you had stepped into another building. Maybe they didn't notice that you’re missing? But there was a faint sound sounding in a distance. It was faint, but you can definitely recognize it a mile away. Barking. Marshmallow.

"Son of a-"

Without much throught, you immediately got up following the sound of the dog that's not even yours. After what felt like eternity, you came face-to-face with the glass door. Inside where a couple chairs and tables where no one sat in. A leash tied to the end of a chair as a small black and white dog who stopped barking just upon seeing you.

You could hear her small whimpers through glass windows and doors as you opened it. Oh, how you could cry. A large smile printed on your face as you've bent down and she spent no time jumping to your arms.

"You fool!" You almost cried lifting the chair to take the leash to set her free.

Now you can go back.

"Did you find her?" San asked Wooyoung who's out of breath from running up and down the large halls. "No..."

"Come on.. there not much places she can hide without a keycard.." San slapped Wooyoung's chest in encouragement as the duo ran into the next building.

Just as so, you've turned the corner, sneaking your way back to the nursing hall. You don't know if you could trust them. They tried to kill you months back. What makes you sure they won't try it again. After weeks of physical and mental therapy, your memory would flash here and there.

You remember running. You remember the reason your cars door has a large scratch on it. You remember the shots. You remember their eyes. You weren't gonna risk it.

You're tired. Tired of running and not having much of a choice to pick from staying your ground or running. You sighed walking into the nursing wing and found the bed you previously laid in. The soft white sheet still wrinkled as you sat on it, your back facing the door, your face merging with the setting sun. You closed your eyes, sleep nearly taking you into its embrace but your train of thought were cut off by the nurses door swinging open and slamming close.

You wanted to go home. Lay down and hug your pillows, sleep knowing no one is looking for your warm neck. Ready to bite it and inject you with its venom. You kinda wished it happened cause right now all you want to do is sleep like you don't exist.

"F/n." The calling was firm, cold, and deep. His chilling korean voice scared you a little but you recognized it and didn't turn around. You just continued to stare openly into the orange and yellow setting sky.

He's heavy heel boots stopping just at your bed. Leaning forward a bit, Seonghwa tilted his head.

"Why...?"

"...Hmm...?"

"Why did you leave?"

"I...don't know..."

He bit his lip.

"You could've gotten killed.."

"Oh..." was all you said, starting into the bright setting sky almost in a daze.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry about that..." you reached into your pocket you slowly turned your head to the male talking to you. Starting at him with sharp eyes. Your eyes weren't large and doll like. They were more threatening and sparking curiosity. The eyes he's been looking for.

Seonghwa gestured his hand to you. Eyes looking at him then back to his hand. Slowly, you took something out your pocket and placed it into his hands. His hands were cold while yours were warm as you dropped the keycard into his hand before It immediately began to flow above his had.

He retreated back, examining the spinning card before smiling.

"Impressive..."

"What is?"

He stuffed it into his pocket.

"Nothing."

You could feel someone behind you but you knew better not to press. Especially after your short attempt to escape or whatever you pulled. He didn't come alone. And that click sound, sounded like a deadly weapon. A gun. Probably pointed to your head, ready to fire if you tried anything.

So you're only glaring through the large vintage window in the room just as the tall male blocked your view. The card now gone. He crossed his arms leaning against the windowsill, tilting his head in a way to gain your attention.

And he did. Piercing into his, your eyes are the same but Seonghwa could help but to see a small hint of annoyance. They were screaming something. Like you were about to explode. He kinda wanted you to. But he and you knew that you'll keep your composure.

There was silence between you two. You wanted to look away. Away from his charm. His perfectly scooped pointed nose, face and piecing eyes shooting into yours. Him on the other hand wanted- no, needed to look more. He was intrigued. You looked different then from the night you both met. Your eyes reminded him of a cat. Round full of curiosity, now sharp full of annoyance and threatening. Your jaw clutched as his eyes scanned your face. Forehead to your lips.

Tension.

A weird strong tension. Almost pulling you in. Like he was pulling you in. He's smart, threatening, cunning, he clearly wasn't gonna turn away or break this weird tension he created. So you did.

You blinked slowly, eyes opening again but looking somewhere, anywhere but him.

"You probably want an explanation?"

"You think?" Eyes still looking away from him.

"Ok! I'll tell you," he stalked, getting up from the window and walked around you. You heard a couple whispers before the door opened and closed with a loud click. You hated it. People behind you knowing that they’re able to do anything to you without you knowing it’s coming. You’ll just have to trust Seonghwa.

"Morning Miss L/n." You turn your head to a feminine voice instead of Seonghwa's chilling voice. A tall female wearing a long black suite walked in. Her hair was slicked back with a couple strands sticking out onto her forehead. Her pale skin making her look young with her bright red lip stick mated on her lips. Her presence was alarming. Powerful even. There was no doubt, she’s the runner, the General.

"Let me tell you why you're here."

—————

"You worked as a spy when you were a minor correct?"

"Correct."

"Do you know a girl name Amy?"

You raised a brow. "Yes she was my partner in training."

The older woman sighed. "Well… her father was the one assigned to search for the missions the week of your assassination." She spoke in a soft tone but dispute her calm demeanour, the way she held herself is something to be scared of.

You don’t like where this conversation is going.

"Amy's body was found a years ago, he believes her death ties back to you." That almost felt like a slap to the face. You were never present or even in the country when Amy died, you were here, in Korea.

"With having to be a former Shield agent himself and having no gear, he was able to stumble upon this agency, an organization that specializes in the trafficking of General Dreykov." The name sent chilling through you. Natasha's biggest enemy. You've heard stories from her saying things about a red room and saving others, seeing her sister.

You continued to hear her speak and you came to the realization as to how all of this kinda ties together. You knew Black widow and her past, now that she's gone, you left with dealing and finish what she left off. But you simply can't. You're not the woman you were years ago. You had fight just not a lot left.

"So after he had successfully tracked you, he corrupted the real mission and put a target on you." You jaw could all most drop. You knew Amy for an about 2 years before taking our own paths. Her father wanted revenge, so why not blame it on the person who encouraged her to enter the field of crime. You were lost, gullible, you thought this was the only way to live life. Now that you had it, he wasn't gonna let that happen.

"So he targeted me instead of the real target... that's why they seemed confused..." you whispered the last time, hearing her chuckle. "Indeed they were, they didn't take the news lightly..." she said, referring to the assassins who were assigned to kill you. Looking back to her, finally asking the real question.

"Why am I here..?"

She leaned back, running her tongue along the inside of her mouth, "You used to work for Shield..." she got up, her heel clicking satisfyingly against the cold wooden nursery floor.

"Walk with me.." she commanded, walking to the door and Seonghwa held it open for you two. You hesitated but soon obliged, following the two down the opposite way you ran earlier, still holding the leash of Marshmallow.

"You worked with the Avengers, so you know what the red powder is correct?"

You bit your tongue. "Red powder..?"

"A substance that can break the hold and control of Dreykov, Natasha is a victim to it, so is her sister, two lucky women... me not so much..." she gave you a small smile. It took you a couple seconds to realize that she herself used to be a widow. That's kinda funny.

"Sorry..."

"Don't apologize, it's not worth it."

You two both walked down a large hall filled with other workers and what looked like students. "Recently, someone broke in with malicious intent, burned down our lab and took our supplies in it." She stopped walking, coming to a clearing where a large room stood. The room dusty, black ash covering every surfaces. Computers, papers, book, simples, tubes- burnt and lost. People with full body suits walk in the room trying to search for anything still of use.

"Jeez..." you whispered.

"We made our dust in this room but someone burnt it all down," she then turned to you, her full body.

"I visited you in the hospital after you got shot, I risked a lot doing so, I was stubborn and exposed myself to the public and because of that, they suspected you to be working for me..."

"Who?"

"Our other… other…! enemy groups, it's not just the red room we work on... these people wanted you, and because of your rare past... I thought you'll be better with us instead."

"Why would you think that? I left New York to stop fight not to return to it..." you didn’t give her a glance, just continued to watch the workers work.

"Because if they get you, you wouldn't be a hero anymore..."

"I was never one..."

"Keep telling yourself that... you held the power stone didn’t you?" You gave her a side eye. “No actually, it was the space, if I held the power, I would’ve dead the moment I made contact…”

She shrugged, "I really didn’t study those stones, I just label them as the ‘stones that erased half of the world’.”

She began to walk again and you quickly followed her. Seonghwa stalking close behind. “I know it might be too much to ask but… will I ever go back home?” She stopped walking and turned to you.

“I saved your life.”

“And I appreciate it but I won’t be staying here forever… right?” You raised your brows, looking into her eyes, looking for something, but what you found was only doubt. You stepped back.

“Oh-”

“You’ll have stay here till we know it’s safe..” Seonghwa cut in. “You’re not the only one locked up,” eyes finding themselves back on the female. “My reckless behaviour got our biggest squads on a hiatus for over a month, till then, you’ll have to be settled in…” you could only stand there in shook, words getting stuck in your throat.

“B-but-”

“Seonghwa.” She ordered, pointing to you and taking her leave. “I hope you found some peace here Miss L/n, you’ll need it.” And with that, she disappeared behind the closing doors, leaving you and Seonghwa in the hall.

“She can’t be serio-”

“She always is…” so that’s it? You have to live your life in this place or till they found the people behind this? If her squads are on hiatus then who is looking for the enemy? Where are you going to stay? Sleep? Will you have any type of privacy? Food-

“Come on I have work to do, so let me show you your room at least.” The tall male kick you out of your running thoughts. You took a couple breaths to calm yourself down before seamlessly following him down a different part of the headquarter.

You stayed silent the whole walk. Muffling every word Seonghwa spoke on the way. Your face never changed. Mind running around the place. You both arrived and you didn’t notice as Seonghwa swiped a key card to get in. Your thoughts only blinked back because of the male in front of you stepped closer than he should. Pressing your back against the cold wall of your new ‘home’. That being a three widows, a nightstand, and a mat-like mattress. Great.

You blinked a couple more times to really test if you were standing were you though you’re standing. “F/n…” he calling was almost like a whisper, stepping closer to you. Chilling but for some reason, comforting.

“It’s not much but…”

“It’ll work…” you cut in, looking down, avoiding his eyes. You could feel his pricing you, scanning your face. Again. Not for the sake of observation in emotion but just in general. He just stares.

“You stare… like… a lot…” he chuckled, a smug appearing on his plush lips. “Looks like we both got some work to do…” he stepping back and past you to the exit.

“If you need anything… I’ll be in my office.”

“You’re talking like I know where it is…”

“You’ll know.” With that, the door slammed shut before a keycard slid under the crack of the door. Seonghwa walked back to his office in dread. He knew that this is the only way to keep you safe till this storm outside dies down. Finding you a task to do in HQ was gonna be hard for you to agree. They weren’t gonna shelter you for free. You gotta work. They know that you’re not gonna pick up a gun and aim it. So Seonghwa had another plan but you might not like it. But it is the only option left and is appropriate.

You stood there, in the centre of your new room. A window in front of you and another on the right with a small one on the ceiling. It was a small square size, almost like a storage closet. Wouldn’t be surprising if they shoved you here, having the job like this, you know that you’re not their top priority. Despite the light coming in, it feel dark, empty, lonely. You left so-

BARK

Your lazy eyes shifted to the small animal standing at your feet. Oh. Marshmallow. Her tail wagging aggressively. Her overbite noticeable as she tries to get your attention and jumped onto your pants, her small paws patting against your clothing.

You totally forgot about her. Her tail wagging in the dark. Usually when she tries to get your attention, you’ll too busy to give it to her. But now, you wanting nothing more as you grabbed her and sat onto your mattress-bed holding her tightly.

NOTES

❌• he really can’t stop staring

❌• F/n is thinking as to how she’s going to explain what happened to Marshmallow to Marshmallow’s owners

❌• I want give the MC a hug

❌• for the people who don’t know, Seonghwa is telepathic, Jongho is a mutant (that can phase through things and has a tail), (so far) Wooyoung is a super-soldier (super strength)

Sorry of the late upload, I just recently got rejected from university in NYC. So I’m feeling kinda down at what to do next. I know I said I would upload everything in one go but I’m lagging, so here’s a peak. In the mean time, here’s a boring chapter. I swear I got the most toe curling, legs kicking scenarios coming and I can’t post them because I need to make the link for it to make sense!! I hope whoever is left reading, are taking care of themselves (cuz I’m not) and sleep well 🫶 I swear the next few chapters are gonna be a bit more… exciting. (I’ma leave it there) quick poll tho.

(So far?)

Taglist! (It’s been a while, tell me if I missed your name)

@yayaistime @mermaid17venus @yeodeulz @idfkeddieishot @yoongi-tunes @chocolate-scoups @pandafuriosa60 @lngwayup

#ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #marvel universe #system x slooore #ateez au #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez yunho #ateez jongho #ateez yeosang #ateez wooyoung #ateez fanfic #kpop au #x goofy reader #ateez x female reader #fem reader #x female reader #ateez scen

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Universitybf!Mingi being a competitive dancer with the rest of ATEEZ and frustrated after the 3 hours of messing up and bickering.

Universitybf!Mingi who hastily packs his things into his bag with no words spoken, checking his phone obsessively while the boys sideeye each other.

Universitybf!Mingi who rushes out the practice room silently and when Wooyoung calls out, "Where are you going?" , his reply is a short, "To fuck my girlfriend."

#≡after hours #song mingi #ateez scenarios #ateez mingi #ateez #this has been on my mind for so long #university aus are my weakness #i love mingi

[studio-multi]

AU #1

In the Kingdom's of Halazia, Aurora and Crescent City, there is a hidden Dragon Hybrid. The dragon is unknowingly amongst a pit of other fighters. He has befriend a small group comprised of Kim Hongjoong, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung. Jeong Yunho and Choi Jongho are the city guards that help them escape. They all have no choice but to seek refuge in Choi San's kingdom. San grants them entry, because they’re all pretty and he likes pretty men. Park Seonghwa has a secret though, he’s not just dragon but royal blood.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez fic #ateez imagines #atz fanfic #atz #dragon au #fantasy au #au prompt #alternate universe #writing ideas #writing inspiration #writing prompts #writing prompt #creative writing #fantasy prompts #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #choi san #kang yeosang #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #dragon hybrid

[space-cowboy-101]

🌝 another video game au but this time it’s ✨Fallout✨

(b&w and colored versions because of the vibes)

the best part of making the aesthetics for this fic is just finding the sheer amount of vault boy pictures. like those two are adorable and reminded me so much of hongjoong that i needed to add them in.

i’ve been reading single father/parent au’s and immediately my brain thought ‘what if you made a HoHong/Seongjoong/maybe honestly the 3 of them fic but fallout 4’ and it was set from there.

i’m working on it now and can i say, it scratches so many of my itches that i needed 😮‍💨 it’s got military/top gun au, single father (eventually not so single) au, fallout au AND retrofuturistic au. like i didn’t think i needed something more than my dragon age au but this is UP THERE.

but basically, it follows the f4 storyline in that hongjoong gets cryogenically frozen with his son (jongho 🥹 of course, come on now) and husband, yunho, and is suddenly thawed to find yunho being shot and jongho being snatched. but, as far as i’ve written, it’s turned original and hongjoong is reunited with jongho in a vault not of his own with some sus people.

they speak of his dead husband but have no proof of him ever being dead (you take a hundred pictures of some dusty skeletons but not that fine man in blue? 🤔 suspicious) so hongjoong is intent on infiltrating this vault by seducing a man 😏 yes, a man. who goes by the name park seonghwa and has FALLEN for his absolute dad charm and his cute wittle son.

that’s as far as i’ll go, i don’t want to spoil it too much because i know i absolutely would since i can’t be trusted with these types of things 🥸

but yeah, lemme know what yall think. i feel like most of the stuff i write is just…au’s of my childhood games or shows and shit but how can i not.

(p.s., yes. i did make a yunho aesthetic. and i’ll be making seonghwa one as well 😃)

#ateez aesthetic #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #kim hongjoong #seongjoong #hohong #jeong yunho #park seonghwa #ateez #ateez imagines #seongjoongho or whatever their ship name is 💀 #choi san #choi jongho #jung wooyoung #kang yeosang #song mingi #fallout au #alternate universe

[bvidzsoo]

Your desire

⬦Sugar daddy!Seonghwa⬦

TW: suggestive

Word count: 3,9k

A/N: I hate the grip Ateez has on me, I have never ever written so many drabbles or whatever, I'm a long story kinda gal but here they are...torturing me. Anyways, Seonghwa went ahead and posted on IG today and when I saw him my mind instantly went omg that's some sugar daddy vibes, idk why, don't ask, thank you. Feedback is very much so appreciated! Enjoy!

            I really would have never imagined a year ago that I would be attending such an event like this one. It was even shocking to myself. But it looked like I was the only one who felt out of place as the people surrounding me seemed to know each other as they indulged in small talk and friendly chatter as if they were old friends catching up. The silky dress felt too tight against my skin and I couldn’t help but pull on it, hoping by some miracle that it would loosen up and wouldn’t wrap around my ribs as it was trying to suffocate me. The little golden purse I clutched in my hands tightly was expensive, too expensive, an item I could’ve never afforded by myself. I wasn’t into fancy things, so even if I could’ve afforded it at some point in life, I still wouldn’t have purchased it. The faces of people seemed to merge into one as I took a sip of my champagne, smiling politely when the older man next to me pointed his glass in my direction before taking a sip himself. I wished I were invisible, but the red dress and the red matching lips only placed me in the spotlight. And if it weren’t for my outfit, being by the side of Park Seonghwa, a successful and young CEO, definitely put me in the spotlight. I could feel the curious gazes of men and women alike, even the envy as some whispered as Seonghwa and I glided through the crowd, wanting to reach the bar. He said he needed something strong, perhaps some whiskey, as the people around us were giving him a headache. Currently, we were conversing with an elderly pair who were big names in the makeup industry, Choi San having joined us not too long ago. He was a rising CEO, almost always in the spotlight, as his magazine was becoming bigger and bigger, visited by more and more celebrities lately. He was Seonghwa’s biggest competitor, constantly challenging him publicly and often mentioning him when it had nothing to do with Seonghwa. Choi San liked to provoke people and taunt, living off of the hate and attention directed his way. I didn’t need to have a PhD in psychology to spot all these things, it was clear as day as he flashed his white teeth in the direction of the elderly pair, bragging about last month’s issue and how much money it made. The elderly pair didn’t seem too impressed, but they congratulated him before diverting their attention back onto Seonghwa, who was patiently waiting for San to stop his theatrics. If I wouldn’t have known Seonghwa so well, I would’ve never known he was irritated, his jaw barely clenched, grip just a little too tight on his glass of champagne. I quietly cleared my throat, getting his attention. His round eyes watched me, face devoid of any emotion, but the glimmer in his eyes assured me that he was feeling fine. I offered him a small smile and his cheeks twitched before he looked away, focusing back on the elderly pair. They were laughing about something I didn’t bother paying attention to, eyes falling on an already staring Choi San as I took another sip of my champagne. It almost made me choke; I couldn’t deny that he was a good-looking man, but I only had eyes for Seonghwa. At least for now.

“I’ve heard about the deal you made with an American firm,” San spoke up with a smirk, one eyebrow raised in Seonghwa’s direction, “Congratulations, breaking through on the American market isn’t something easy.”

Seonghwa chuckled, but it lacked humor, “San, when I made my breakthrough on the American market you were still running around, trying to find a headquarter for your company.”

The elderly pair laughed at the very harmless jab, but San’s smirk slightly faded, annoyed by Seonghwa’s comeback. He was probably right, but I wouldn’t know, I have never been interested in their world of business.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N.” The sudden shift of conversation made me tense as the eyes of four people fell on me, San’s a little hungrier than the rest. I forced a smile on my face, grip tightening on the glass of champagne. I wished the dress didn’t show as much cleavage as it did, and that my hair wasn’t in a low bun, unable to cover my shoulders, “Isn’t that necklace—”

“The latest Saint Laurent Teardrop Chain Links Necklace?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow before taking a sip of his whiskey, “It is, San. And it’s custom made.”

San’s eyes fell back one me and I cleared my throat, feeling awkward, as the elderly lady eyed me a little bit suspiciously, I felt obliged to speak up, “It’s not something I usually wear, but Seonghwa insisted.”

“I think I have seen that dress on a magazine cover, not too long ago.” The elderly lady noted, eyes narrowed at me. I felt like they could tell how poor I actually was compared to them. It felt like a paper with the words ‘intruder’ was glued to my back and everyone was staring, pointing their fingers at me, or whispering vile things. I gulped, but before I could speak up, I felt an arm sneak around my shoulders, squeezing my arm lightly.

“You have seen it right, then, Mrs. Eom, it was on my magazine.” Seonghwa said with a smirk, sending me a wink which made me slightly blush. The day he saw it on the mannequin he sent me a picture and texted me that he’d get it for me. I refused, because it was truly too much and it also cost a lot, and also, I didn’t really have a fitting event where I would wear it to. So, I guess Seonghwa had to do something about that and that’s how I was dragged along to this fundraiser for disabled people. This wasn’t something which had been in the contract I have signed two months ago, but I didn’t dare bring it up when Seonghwa showed up to my apartment in the morning, holding two designer boxes and a designer paper bag. He said he didn’t have time to have breakfast with me, but he expected to see me in the evening, wearing everything he handed me. Before I could accept or refuse him, he was running off, phone at his ear as he spoke to someone important. I could only sigh and hope for a dinner in a very fancy restaurant, instead I found myself at a place infested with very important and insanely rich people. I was sure I even saw the prime minister like half an hour ago.

“Oh, delightful!” Mrs. Eom exclaimed, but no emotion came through her voice, eyes watching me almost accusingly. Why did an old hag have beef with me when she didn’t even know me? Before I could say something inappropriate, Seonghwa gave my shoulder another squeeze, swiftly taking his arm off my body. He seemed to know me well too, a glance at my face and he was able to tell what I was feeling and thinking. We hadn’t spent too much time together in these past two months, but it felt like we understood each other on a deeper level, beyond words even. I looked around as the orchestra started playing, the front of the room slightly clearing as people made place for those dancing. My eyes fell back onto Seonghwa, and as his eyes were trained somewhere else, I dared staring at him openly. He was an absolutely gorgeous man, breathtaking even. His black hair was slicked back with three strands framing the right side of his face, longer strands than the others poking around on his nape. His shoulders were relaxed yet his posture was straight and proper. His silky black shirt, with three buttons undone at the top, was tucked inside his black dress pants, an Yves Saint Laurent belt keeping his outfit together. The black velvet coat reached just bellow his thighs and his Yves Saint Laurent shoulder bag had been disregarded a while ago at the table we sat at. Despite my obvious staring, Seonghwa remained oblivious to it, however, San didn’t. His eyes were narrowed and lips pulled into a grin as we made eye contact. My cheeks burned and I quickly averted my eyes. Catching feelings wasn’t written into the contract, or what would happen if Seonghwa and I did fall for each other, a thing which was far from happening. I wasn’t in love with him, but I had eyes, and I found him extremely attractive. Whether he was dressed up or wore something casual, Seonghwa always looked spectacular. As a waiter passed with a tray in their hands, San quickly placed his empty glass on it and cleared his throat, interlacing his hands in front of himself.

“Miss Y/N, may I have the honor to dance with you first tonight?” San’s eyebrows were raised as he looked at me with a smirk and I stared at him without a reaction. Was I allowed to dance with him? Seonghwa was right next to me, he certainly wouldn’t like that. And I didn’t want to dance with him either, he sometimes made me feel very uncomfortable with his unnecessary comments and over the top compliments. But before anyone could interject, San took two steps towards me and then grabbed my left hand carefully, a smile erupting on his face, “Come.”

And before I could refuse him, he was pulling me after himself, making me hand my purse over to Seonghwa in a hurry as San lead the way to the dance floor. I felt awkward as curious eyes watched us, some people greeting San as we passed by. His grip turned firm and I could feel my palm get sweaty as I braced myself for what was to come. It couldn’t be that bad, besides, I would only dance with him for a short amount of time before I would excuse myself to the bathroom in hopes of getting away from him. San stopped in the center, facing me with a charming smile, sharp eyes watching me closely. I cleared my throat and placed my hand on his shoulder, allowing his hand on my lower back to pull me closer towards himself. I slightly tensed, but willed myself to relax in his arms. I didn’t quite enjoy dancing with Seonghwa’s competitor and biggest rival, especially not when I knew how much distaste Seonghwa had towards San.

“Fancy seeing you here tonight, Y/N,” San spoke up as he swayed us to the slow beat of the orchestra, “I didn’t think you’d attend such an event.”

San didn’t know what type of relationship was between Seonghwa and I, but he has seen us together quite often, always bugging Seonghwa whether I was his girlfriend or not. I most certainly wasn’t.

“It came as a surprise to me as well.” I admitted quietly, focusing on not stepping on San’s feet or on my own dress. The high heels were also slightly uncomfortable, I couldn’t help but be hyperaware of every move I made.

“So, Seonghwa didn’t plan on bringing you along, huh?” A satisfied smirk made it onto San’s face and I sighed, looking over his shoulder.

“He most certainly did since I’m here, don’t you think?” I couldn’t help but slightly snap, sending him the smallest glare as we made eye contact.

“Of course,” San chuckled, pulling his eyebrows up, “he wouldn’t want to leave behind his eye candy.”

His comment didn’t sit well with me, but I just bit the inside of my cheek and let it go, not wanting to give San the satisfaction of seeing me annoyed. He waited a few more seconds, probably thinking I was formulating my answer, but when the silence continued to stretch on, San chuckled to himself, looking amused as I dared take a glance at him.

“Everything you’re wearing tonight is quite expensive, isn’t it?” He continued, eyes running over my frame. It certainly felt uncomfortable as I could easily spot the lust in them as his eyes stayed a little too long on my exposed collarbones.

“Yes, they were expensive.” I hummed, looking over his shoulder when San glanced at my face.

“Bought them yourself?” His tone feigned innocence, but the smirk on his lips made it obvious that he was prodding and jabbing, “Didn’t think a university student could afford all of these things, to be honest.”

I gulped as my throat felt suddenly dry, heartrate picking up. Of course I couldn’t afford what I was wearing tonight, two months ago I could barely pay rent and the tuition fees for my course at the university. Seonghwa seemed like an angel in disguise at the time, however, lately I’ve been feeling guilty for accepting all of his money instead of trying to make some myself. In my defense, my itinerary was so packed I could barely find a place which would hire me even half norm, it was frustrating.

“Some of these were gifts.” I opted to answer, clearing my throat when San’s fingers slightly dug into my lower back, pulling me even closer to himself. Our bodies were almost touching, his musky scent invaded my nostrils. I certainly didn’t like it.

“You know,” He spoke up again, eyebrows furrowed, “Seonghwa is quite known for changing partners after like…half a year, I guess his standards are too high or something. Unless…”

My heartbeat paused for a second as I looked San in the eyes, “Unless, you’re not his girlfriend but his whore—”

“I think you’ve spent enough time with Y/N for a lifetime, Choi San.” The sudden harsh voice made me flinch as I carefully peeled myself away from San, heart beating like crazy as I turned my head. I was met with a furious looking Seonghwa, kind eyes pulled into slits as he glared San down, jaw clenched. I noticed the people around us glancing our way, and when my eyes fell on San his chest was puffed out and eyes challenging as he stared down the taller man.

“Seonghwa,” I whispered and curled my fingers around his bicep, getting his attention, “He’s not worth causing a scene, let it go.”

His eyes bore into mine as I heard San scoff at my words, but before he could open his annoying mouth and say something else, Seonghwa gripped the hand I had around his bicep and peeled it off, hand slipping to my wrist as he turned around and took off, steps hurried. I struggled to keep up with him in my high heels and even ran into someone, having to hastily apologize as Seonghwa wasn’t stopping anytime soon. I noticed the direction we were storming in, the restrooms. I gulped and realized Seonghwa was angry and needed time away from everyone, probably to give me a lecture and break off the contract we had. I could only hope he wouldn’t ask for the money back; I couldn’t remember if that was a clause or not in the contract. We rounded the corner and Seonghwa kicked the door of the restroom open with his foot, shoulders raising and falling rapidly as we entered the men’s restroom. A guy, who looked like security, was washing his hands, pausing when he noticed us.

“Sir—”

“Get out.” Seonghwa’s voice was low as he glared at the poor security guard, who seemed to be speechless for a few seconds.

“This is the men’s restroom—”

“And I said, get out.” Seonghwa emphasized his words again, staring daggers at the unbudging security guard, seemingly a glaring match breaking out between them. My nerves were rising, and I tapped my heel against the floor, biting my lower lip when nobody moved.

“Seonghwa.” I called out for him, but he didn’t look away from the security guard. However, the man broke his staring contest and looked at me, taken aback.

“Park Seonghwa?” He asked amazed and as I nodded, he quickly bowed his head and scurried out, making me let out a long sigh. My shoulders slouched forward as I pulled my hand out of Seonghwa’s, which made him whirl around and look at me with a sharp stare. I gulped and suddenly felt small underneath his eyes as his fury was directed at me only.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to dance with San, but I don’t think I had much of a chance,” I found myself explaining quickly, “And I didn’t want to cause a scene which would damage your reputation.”

Seonghwa took in a deep breath before releasing it, jaw clenching, “You’re not my whore, Y/N, you’re my sugar baby.”

I bit my lower lip, the term still making me feel slightly uncomfortable. I don’t think I could ever get used to it. I looked at the floor as Seonghwa sighed loudly again, realizing that he was angry at San and not me, having overheard his words.

“Yeah, I know.” I muttered as I saw Seonghwa’s polished shoes come into view as I was still looking down.

“You didn’t want to come tonight and I forced you into coming, I’m sorry.” His voice was soft and he looked guilty as I looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing.

“You didn’t force me, what are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“I saw how uncomfortable you were feeling all night.” He explained, playing with the rings on his fingers, “I also should’ve chosen a dress less revealing knowing your preferences, I’m sorry for that too—”

“Seonghwa, this dress is gorgeous!” I said with a chuckle as I pointed at it, hands shimmying down my hips, “Albeit a bit too revealing, and too expensive, but it’s beautiful and I appreciate your gesture, I hope you know that. Regardless of how I’ve been feeling tonight.”

Seonghwa gulped and took a step closer, eyes running over my frame before he looked back up into my eyes, “You are gorgeous, not the dress, Y/N. That’s just a piece of fabric.”

My cheeks flushed at his words and I averted my eyes shyly, feeling Seonghwa’s soft fingers grip my chin as he made me look at him again. He stepped even closer and his warmth wrapped around me, fruity scent enveloping me and making me shiver. Seonghwa certainly noticed as he studied my face for a reaction, but I was trying hard to contain the fluster I was feeling and my frantic heartbeat.

“Our contract is coming to an end next month,” Seonghwa whispered, as if he was afraid anyone would hear us, there was nobody but us inside the spacious and marble covered restroom, “Let’s extend it for another six months.”

“Six months?” I asked surprised, remembering well that Seonghwa’s contracts only lasted for three months. He hummed and nodded as he closed the gap between our bodies, tilting my head slightly up. It was rare that he stood so close and held me so boldly. We were rarely physical with each other, the occasional hand holding and kisses on the cheeks happened when I was feeling down or Seonghwa was feeling tired, and we made out a couple of times here and there when we were drunk. The contract made it clear that everything had to be consensual and if one person refused, it shouldn’t be brought up until they were ready to talk about it or made it obvious that they wanted it to happen. Seonghwa was a respectful and well-mannered man, there were few others like him, if none at all. My lips slightly parted as Seonghwa’s eyes fell on my lips and I closed my eyes when he started leaning in slowly, lips pressing against mine carefully, experimentally. It was so light that if I were to pull away, it felt like it never happened, but instead, I pressed myself firmly against him, Seonghwa’s hand coming to hold the side of my face. Our lips moved slowly against each other, testing, searching, savoring the other’s lips. My hands rested against his chest as his free hand went to hold my waist, slowly slipping to the place where San held onto earlier, my lower back. This time, goosebumps erupted on my skin and I slightly shuddered against Seonghwa as his long fingers dug into my skin, his lips picking up pace. I matched his feverish kisses, desperately wanting to tangle my fingers into the hair against his nape, but not wanting to mess up his hairstyle, so instead, I gripped the collar of his velvet coat, my other hand going around his shoulder. Seonghwa pulled me into himself totally, chests pressing together painfully as he sucked on my lower lip, carefully pressing his tongue against my mouth. I understood what he wanted and parted my lips for him, granting him access as he tilted my head up even more, hands clutching onto me firmly, his tongue carefully exploring my warm mouth. He tasted like the whiskey he had been drinking, and cherry. He loved cherry candies; he had probably eaten one not long before. My nose pushed against his cheek as our tongues tangled together, lapping at each other, a fire ignited inside me as my hand slipped up to his nape. Before I could second guess myself, I allowed my fingers to tangle into the short strands and I tugged on them, Seonghwa’s hand abruptly slipping down to my ass as he gave it a firm squeeze, making me gasp into his mouth. He took that momentum to suck on my tongue and suddenly my knees felt weak from the lack of air, but not just. I could devour him right here, but that wasn’t very lady like, nor too smart. Anyone could enter the restroom anytime. And despite the urgency in Seonghwa’s kiss, he sucked on my lower lip as he pulled back, pressing his forehead against mine. He was panting and I had to wipe the corner of my mouth as saliva threatened to drip down.

“Let’s do six months.” I rasped out, in the process of catching my breath. As I opened my eyes, I watched as Seonghwa’s teeth was attached to his plump lower lip, a deep hum leaving his throat as he agreed with my final answer.

“Good, I’ve still got a lot to offer to you.” He said as he opened his eyes and a smile instantly appeared on his lips. And then, his finger was rubbing underneath my lower lip and the corner of my mouth, chuckling as my own eyes fell onto Seonghwa’s unnaturally red lips. It made me blush as I allowed him to fix me up, hand giving my ass another squeeze, making me gasp as I jumped. The amused smile disappeared from his lips as a pleased smirk took its place.

“Let’s dance?” He asked and I nodded wordlessly, mesmerized by his voice and eyes as Seonghwa took a step back, hands falling from my body as I detached myself from him too, gulping nervously. He extended a hand and I placed my palm in his, fingers intertwining as he lead us towards the door.

I wouldn’t mind having Seonghwa as my sugar daddy for another six months, not if he would kiss me again and again like he kissed me tonight.

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GIRLS OVER FLOWERS

park seonghwa x reader x choi san

[02: first day]

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✩ SYNOPSIS: lee y/n is just a normal girl, who’s family owns a small coffee shop. she finds herself being accepted in kq-u, the prestigious private university for the wearily. after saving the son of the chancellor from a car accident

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Beans on Toast(2)- Jung Wooyoung (Soulmate au, m!reader)

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Synopsis: Picking up from the last part where Y/n and Wooyoung met and promised to see each other again when they were free. Pretty much just a fluffy getting to know each other chapter.

Note: just saying this now so I don't have to mention it in the fic and ruin the flow a bit-> Chi-Maek (치맥) is Korean slang for (fried) chicken and beer. You have them together since they compliment each other well.

[Word count: 2.3k]

Y/N stayed true to his word and called Wooyoung at the end of the day.

His hands were clammy as he dialled his soulmate's (His soulmate!) number. He was already usually nervous when calling people but the fact that it was Wooyoung made it even more stressful.

He prayed that he at least didn't stutter.

The phone rang a few times and just as Y/N was about to admit defeat and hang up, Wooyoung answered the phone.

"Hey!" He greeted, sounding a little breathless.

Y/N could hear music pounding in the background and frowned. Where was Wooyoung?

"Hey, how are you?"

"Pardon? Wait, let me move to a quieter spot." Wooyoung half-yelled into the phone.

Y/N was burning with curiosity. Was Wooyoung at a club or something? It was only six o'clock in the evening and the music and talking in the back also didn't sound quite as loud as the noise of a club would sound.

"Hey, sorry, I'm at practice," Wooyoung said, softer now as the background noise faded.

"Practice?"

"Yeah, I am part of a dance crew so I head over to the dance studio pretty much every day after classes."

That explained Wooyoung's toned figure then.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt."

"No, no it's fine! I don't mind if it's you." Y/n could almost hear the smile in Wooyoung's voice and he mirrored the action.

"I was going to ask if you were free? But if you're still busy that's alright. I can try again some other time."

"No, I'm free!" Wooyoung half yelled and Y/N chuckled softly at his enthusiasm.

"Well then, are you up for chi-maek?"

Y/N's heart was pounding away in his chest. It had been a long time since he'd been this nervous.

"Sound's great! We can do some catching up. Just let me wrap up here and change and I'll be with you."

"Okay. Do you want to meet there?"

"Where did you have in mind?"

"That place that opened up near the university. Do you know the one?"

"Yeah, me and my friends went there two weeks ago. I'll meet you there."

Y/N felt a stupid blush form on his face, "Okay. See you there."

***

Wooyoung had not given him a time, he realised, as he hung up. Shit, what was he supposed to do now? He was still on campus and the dance studio was right by the university so the walking distance would be about the same. If they both left now, they'd be able to reach the chicken place at roughly the same time, maybe even meeting en route.

But were they both leaving at the same time? Y/n had no clue. He checked his appearance in his front camera before gathering himself and his courage and deciding he'd just leave for the restaurant now.

It was only a ten-minute walk but by the time he'd reached the place, the darkness of nighttime had fallen. He entered the place, instantly greeted by the scent of fried chicken and the buzz of conversation.

He scanned the room for Wooyoung's friendly face but couldn't spot him. His heart sank a little in disappointment but he reminded himself that Wooyoung had been at practice.

He found a table by the large storefront window and sat down. A minute or so later a woman walked past and asked him if he wanted anything. He simply settled on a glass of water. His ears burned and he pulled out his phone in an attempt to look busy as the waitress gave him a pitiful smile; he was sitting all by himself in a room full of happy tables. He wanted to blurt out that he was waiting for someone but just kept quiet.

He accepted the ice water she returned with and stared out the window at the people passing by, hoping to see Wooyoung among them.

Nearly twenty minutes of waiting passed, the waitress still giving him looks, and Y/n wondered if perhaps he was being stood up.

He'd only met Wooyoung today, maybe Wooyoung wasn't as interested in him as he was in Wooyoung. No, he told himself, Wooyoung had been terribly reluctant in leaving him earlier that day, he must surely have some interest in seeing Y/n, right?

But Y/n couldn't help the feeling of doubt that had settled in his chest. That feeling was replaced by excitement though as he saw Wooyoung push the door of the establishment open and scan the room.

A bright smile graced Wooyoung's handsome face as he spotted Y/n. He waved and Y/n returned the wave with a grin of his own. Wooyoung took a seat opposite Y/n, a smile still on his face.

"Hey," Wooyoung greeted, sounding almost breathless. Did he run here? The possibility of him being that excited to see him made Y/n's heart do a flip.

"Hi," he breathed in response, with a smile.

"Sorry it took me so long, I showered after practice,"

That would explain his towel-dried-looking hair and the scent of body wash and cologne that surrounded him.

"It's alright. Although, that waitress kept staring at me with a sad smile. Probably thought I was getting stood up."

Wooyoung let loose a laugh, "Which waitress?"

"The one by the-" he grabbed Wooyoung's arm as the boy was about to whip his head around to see what Y/n was talking about, "Don't look!"

Wooyoung laughed and placed a warm hand over Y/n's where it gripped his wrist. Y/n tried to ignore the butterflies he felt forming in his belly.

Wooyoung looked like he was going to say something but they were interrupted by the same waitress that Y/n had been talking about.

She eyed their soulmate marks as they were exposed when they let go of each other and smiled softly, "You guys look good together."

Y/n blushed and looked down awkwardly at the polished surface of the table.

The waitress kept smiling at them.

Wooyoung felt a twinge of annoyance, it was rude to stare so openly at people's marks and while Wooyoung didn't have a problem with being loud and open about his relationships and friendships, he knew that Y/n was shy and a look across the table would tell you he was very clearly a little uncomfortable with her staring.

He knew she meant well though and just simply ordered their food and drinks after asking Y/n what he'd like.

She left them to go put in their order.

Wooyoung turned back to Y/n and slid his hand across the table, hooking Y/n's index finger with his pinky, "You okay?"

Y/n looked up and smiled, "I'm okay. How are you?"

Wooyoung sat back again, his hand back in his own lap again, "I'm alright. Starving to be honest- dancing burns a lot of calories."

"I can imagine. I don't really do any sports though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I tried playing hockey once. Nearly lost an ankle and decided the life of strenuous activities wasn't for me."

Wooyoung laughed, "Then what do you do?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment. He had always been a little shy about his writing, to be honest. Something about writing just made him feel so vulnerable. The words on the paper were unfiltered thoughts and emotions that he had and he always published his short stories under a pen name to avoid the overwhelming sense of vulnerability he sometimes felt with some of his works. He loved writing but he couldn't help feeling that way at times.

If he was going to ever publish anything under his real name, it would be the book he's working on. But that wouldn't be anytime soon.

Wooyoung was still looking at him expectantly.

"I write," He finally admitted.

Wooyoung smiled and for a second Y/n thought that he was going to poke fun at him but he didn't.

"That's so cool. What do you like to write about?"

And just like that, conversation was flowing, only interrupted by their food and drinks being delivered to them.

It was easy to talk to Wooyoung. He listened well and the conversation never ran dry. If there was even a hint of silence, Wooyoung was quick to fill it with some crazy story.

Y/n learnt a lot about him. Not just things like how he'd set his professor's hair on fire (Y/n finally got to hear the full story), or how he once mixed up sugar and salt when cooking and created an unsalvageable dish ("I'm good at cooking though! Promise!") but he also learnt about his family and how much he loved his little brother. He learnt about Wooyoung's friend circle and his best friend San. He learnt about his likes and dislikes. He was an excellent storyteller and Y/n never grew tired of hearing him talk.

Wooyoung had similar thoughts about Y/n.

Y/n had no idea how much time had passed but it felt like nowhere near enough. He wanted to know this man like the back of his hand, he thought as he watched him tell another story very animatedly.

"And so, I said to San, 'It's a bad idea, Sannie.' but my words fell on deaf ears- he never listens to me. I asked him if he had a death wish but he ignored me and still poured the hair dye into Seonghwa's conditioner bottle!"

"What happened after?"

"Well, Seonghwa fell right into Sans trap, of course. Luckily, none of the dye got in Seonghwa's eyes and San lived to tell the tale because the pink hair colour really grew on Seonghwa."

Y/n laughed, "Your friends sound like a handful."

Wooyoung grinned (Did he ever stop smiling? Y/n didn't want him to stop), "They are but I love them. You should meet them sometime."

"I'd like that."

"I'd love to meet yours too. You said Jongho and his girlfriend play soccer?"

Y/n nodded.

"That's awesome. Yunho loves soccer too. I like it too but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it."

Y/n chuckled.

Soon enough the night came to a close. They'd lost track of time and when they checked the time it was already going on twelve o'clock. They both had morning classes and despite still having so much to talk about, they knew they would have to save it for another day.

"I had a good time," Wooyoung said as they waited outside on the sidewalk for his Uber to arrive. Y/n was going to walk. His home was only five minutes away.

"Me too," Y/n admitted with a blush.

Wooyoung could see it even in the dim light cast by the streetlight. He chuckled affectionately and pulled Y/n in for a hug. Y/n immediately melted into his arms without hesitation. Maybe the beer was getting to him.

"You're adorable," Wooyoung murmured into Y/n's hair and Y/n just buried his face in Wooyoung's neck, letting the scent of Wooyoung's cologne and the heat of his body wash over him.

He let Wooyoung hold him but in all honesty he didn't know what to do with Wooyoung's comments and affection. Was he flirting? Y/n had no idea although a large part of him really hoped that he was. Romantic attraction or relationships with soulmates weren't always guaranteed. Sometimes soulmates were purely platonic which was perfect and beautiful in its own way but Y/n didn't think he wanted that.

The honking of a car horn forced them to separate.

Wooyoung pulled his phone out from his pocket as he stepped away from Y/n. His eyes flicked from his phone screen to the car's license plate, "Looks like my ride's here."

"Do you…"

Wooyoung looked at Y/n, patient with him even though he knew the metre was running.

"Yeah?"

Y/n forced himself to hold eye contact with Wooyoung, "Do you want to do this again?"

Wooyoung beamed at him, "Of course! I'd love that."

Y/n smiled brightly and Wooyoung reached out and gave his hand a squeeze before getting in the car.

"Text me when you get home, 'kay?"

Y/n nodded and then Wooyoung was gone, leaving only his lingering scent and the racing heartbeat of his soulmate behind.

***

Y/n: hey, it's me

Y/n: just letting you know I made it home in one piece

Wooyoung: hey~

Wooyoung: good to know ur in one piece.

Wooyoung: not sure i want my soulmate in multiple pieces

Y/n's heart swelled at the word 'soulmate'. It still felt so surreal to him.

Y/n: thanks for tonight I really enjoyed myself

Wooyoung: of course you'd enjoy urself- I was there.

Y/n rolled his eyes at Wooyoung's playful teasing, already getting used to it.

Y/n: night, wooyoung

Wooyoung: nighty night, y/n. Dream of me <3

Y/n definitely couldn't stop the way his cheeks flushed, even though he knew Wooyoung was just stuffing around. He felt like a school kid with a crush. He was one step away from kicking his legs and writing in his diary or whatever it was that kids did these days. He couldn't decide whether he loved the feeling or hated it.

Y/n: I'd rather not have nightmares

Wooyoung: Rude.

Y/n: sleep well <3

The heart was more for comedic effect but he still blushed as he sent it.

Wooyoung: you too, gorgeous <3

And now Y/n was definitely kicking his feet and blushing. Maybe he needed to buy that diary.

#kpop #y/n #kpop fanfic #ateez #male reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n #jung wooyoung #ateez fic #ateez fluff #soulmate au #soulmarks #university #college au #kpop bxb

[allyallyorange]

Hope you’re doing well! Love the AT Ateez au, I was jus curious if there was a Mingi in Universe Z is there Universe A Yunho and Jongho? 👀 Or are they not like other gorls ✨

Good question! It’s actually Mingi who is the weird one! In Universe Z there are no alternate versions of any of the others, and Yunho and Jongho both don’t have a previous version in Universe A.

There are a whole lot of alternate universes with a lot of versions of everyone (I will explore this. Yes I have plans. I think about this AU a lot) but for whatever reason Universe A was missing a Yunho and Jongho and Universe Z only had 3 of the guys. Almost like they were always meant to be in Universe A..? 👀

Also

An unfortunate consequence of Universe Z Mingi dying is that now Universe A Mingi gets flashes of his alternate self’s memories (very confusing for the already troubled and cursed Minki) (how annoying to have all these memories from a world that’s entirely different from the one you know. And most of the memories are of one guy that you’ve never even met)

That’s all I’ll leave you with for now!

#ask #Ateez AT AU #best believe I have Big Plans within this AU #as I say ​when Yunho and Mingi meet in Universe A #it’s real weird for them #I’ll doodle when I go home I think you got me motivated