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star-teez · 9 months

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'All the Lonely People' Chapter One- Always Together, Never Apart

"I don't care, Seonghwa! I'm sick and tired of being treated like I'm nothing. You've always had everything you could ever fucking want. You're a straight boy who fits everything his parents could ever want from him. Not me. I've never and will never have that," I cried, my voice breaking as I slid down to the floor.

"I'm not as perfect as I seem," he paused and slightly laughed, "You, of all people, should know that," his tone was harsh yet broken and hurt. He ran his fingers through his hair and started pacing back and forth. The rain picked up, soaking his shirt and covering his skin. He looked perfect. Perfectly irrational and broken.

Within what felt like it could only be a few moments, I heard the sound of a fist against brick over and over. I looked at him only to see his bloody knuckles and rain-soaked hair. The sounds of muffled crying and the tears on his cheeks were barely noticeable as the storm around us picked up.

"It's not fair. It's not fucking fair," he yelled, his voice already damaged and weak, "It's not fucking fair," his voice trailed as he threw another powerless punch at the wall, "Everyone at least expects you to be queer or some shit. You're not actively being forced to hide who you are so you don't fucking ruin your perfect image," he turned around, leaning against the wall and looking down at me, "You may not be the most popular person here, you may not fit what everyone around here sees as perfect, but you could at least be you if you wanted."

We sat there for a few moments with nothing but the sound of rain and passing vehicles before I finally spoke up, "What do you mean?" I spoke harshly yet still apprehensively.

"As you said, I'm the perfect straight boy," his voice was laced with sarcasm and frustration. He paused as if gathering his thoughts, "But what if I'm not? What if I don't find the girls pretty? What if it's the guys I think about and wanna be with? What if I'm not as perfect as everyone thinks?"

I looked up, only for him to immediately look away from me. He started picking at the edges of his cut-up knuckles, "Stop, please, don't hurt yourself more than you already have. I already don't like seeing you beat the shit out of stuff. I don't need you to beat the shit out of yourself, okay?"

"Why do you care," he sounded colder than usual, almost defensive, "You're not my boyfriend, dumbass. It's not your place to care about what I do to myself," I'd never admit it to him, but those words hurt. I'm not his boyfriend, but I still care for him. He's the closest thing I have to a friend.

"Nevermind, just forget it. Let's go home," I got up off the concrete and dusted off my pants before starting to walk home.

"That's something I never thought I'd hear coming from you," he laughed a little and grabbed my wrist, holding me from walking off, "You’re more the type to beg to stay out all night just to avoid home. I know you don't like it there."

I pulled my arm loose and kept walking, "Fuck off, Seonghwa," I growled, pulling my hood up.

"You're not good at hiding your anger, you know," he said, running to catch up with me, "You're not going home. I know you too well to assume that you were telling the truth. What's bothering you?"

"I don't know, maybe you or the fact you act like I can't give a shit about you without being with you." I turned around to look at him, then down at his hand, "If you won’t listen to me, don't get mad if it gets infected or worse. And don't blame me for not taking care of you. I tried. You didn't want my help."

He grabbed my wrist again and pulled me back towards him, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, Hongjoong," he paused and just looked at me for a second, "I guess my default reaction was to get defensive."

I sighed and got my wrist free to grab his hand, looking over the gashes in it, "It's alright, I guess just maybe don't get mad at me for trying to help you, idiot," I looked up at him for a second, then back at his hand, "You're lucky it's not that bad, It'll hurt like hell for a while since you were stupid enough to cut up the hand you use for everything, but yeah." I finished inspecting his hand and let go of him. I looked at him and smiled a bit before reaching up and brushing his hair back out of his face. Almost instantly, he pushed me away.

“Don’t do that,” he hissed, glaring at me.

“Do what? I was just fixing your hair. It’s not like I kissed you or some shit,” I rolled my eyes slightly, “Now can we go, It’s fucking flooding.” He stayed silent and started pacing back and forth again.

“You don’t get it and I’m not explaining this to you right now,” he said when he finally spoke. He picked his bag up off the concrete and walked past me to his car. “You can come with me or stand there like an idiot in the pouring rain, your choice. Either way, I’m going home.”

I nodded, grabbing my bag and following him, “are you gonna drop me off at my house or what?”

“No, I’m not gonna let you get killed and you know my parents don’t mind you being over,” he responded as we got to the car.

Again, I nodded and got in, “thank you.”

“Believe it or not, I’d prefer you alive. Hanging out with a corpse isn’t exactly fun.”

“You…have such an odd way of showing you care,” I laugh slightly, resting my head against the window as we drove off. It was a quiet ride at first. We didn’t speak, we didn’t even turn on any music. We only had the sound of rain against the windows and other cars driving past to accompany us.

“Hey Hongjoong,” he spoke, briefly looking over at me before diverting his attention back to the road, “I’m sorry for lashing out earlier.”

“It’s alright, you know it is,” I turned my attention to him and started to speak again but decide against it. The last thing I needed right now was to start another argument. Again, the ride fell silent, staying that way until we got to his house.

When we arrived, we made our way upstairs to his room and sat our things down. Almost immediately I got some things out of the first aid kid and made my way back to him. Carefully, I tended to the cuts on his hand, cleaning and bandaging it.

“Please keep it covered this time, Seonghwa. The pressure will help it hurt less when you move it,” I said after I finished up.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “I still don't get why you insist on doing this. Why do you care so much?”

“Because I care about you and you’re a dumbass who won’t take care of yourself,” I laughed slightly and sat down next to him, “Now, please, keep it covered.”

“Fine, whatever,” he responded, laying back on the bed and either playing a game on his phone or texting someone. I couldn’t tell which.

I got on my phone as well, putting in my earbuds, and listening to music. I’m not entirely sure how much time passed before anything else happened, though it was dark out now and the room was more shadowed than it was last I had checked.

“Hongjoong,” he spoke, “can we talk for a minute?”

I take out an earbud and look over at him, “yeah, but what about?” I questioned.

“I don’t know really, but I wanna talk. Kinda about what I said earlier but I’m also not really sure I wanna get into that at the same time.”

I nod and pause my music, putting my earbuds away, “well, I can’t make you talk about anything you don't want to. I’m here to listen though.”

“Well, it feels weird to have said the whole ‘what if I like boys’ thing and not say anything else. I don’t know how to explain that I know I like guys without bringing up stuff I don't wanna talk about though.”

“You know you don’t owe me an explanation, you know that. You’re still you no matter what and I find you pretty cool,” I smile slightly and nudge him, being met with a pillow to the face after. I hit him back, accidentally knocking him to the ground. The thud of him hitting the ground, made us both completely burst out laughing.

When we calmed down, I found myself staring at him. He was smiling and taking almost heaving breaths from laughing too hard. His face was red and his hair messy after everything that happened. He looked amazing. It’s always nice seeing his smile after something happens, it shows he’s okay and I want him to be okay.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he spoke and got up off the floor, messing up my hair, “you want somethin’ to eat?”

I smile a little and look away, “Sorry but uh…yeah, please.”

“I assume the same thing as always? I’ll be back,” he smiled at me a little and made his way downstairs.

After a few minutes, he comes back upstairs, a plate of chicken nuggets in each hand. He hands me a plate and sits down beside me before putting on a movie we started to watch the last time I was over. We ate and finished the movie without really speaking to each other.

Seonghwa rest his head on my shoulder and though I was surprised I didn’t say anything about it. It was nice honestly. He doesn’t show affection very often so when he does, I try to take in the moment and just let it happen. Just as quickly as he had done that, however, he moved sitting farther away from me.

“You okay?” I questioned

“Yeah, I don’t wanna get into my mind right now,” he answered coldly.

“Okay, I won’t ask then, but if you want or need to talk, you know I'm here,” I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair.

“I know, I’m gonna take a shower.” He got up and walked over to his dresser, grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before walking out and leaving me alone in his room.

I got back on my phone, watching youtube while I waited for him to come back to the room. When he did he was in the sweatpants but didn’t have the tank top on. His ash hair was soaked and beads of water ran down his chest and stomach before catching on the waist of the pants and soaking in. He was muscular but not bulky, his abs were visible enough to draw my attention without looking unrealistic for someone like him. It was moments like this I would stop and remember part of the reason why I was attracted to him. His body, at least from what I’ve seen, is perfect. That may seem superficial but I can’t help but notice.

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honeyhotteoks · 1 year

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hi loves!! i had a kind of fun idea for while aurora is on a bit of a hiatus~

while i'm working on aurora book two and not posting new chapters, i'd love to dive into my headcanons for the characters to keep me thinking about them and fine tuning things. for the next few weeks, i'd love to answer any asks (anon or not) about aurora, absolutely anything you want to know including just random thoughts / reactions / etc. while i won't be writing fic length responses, i'd definitely like to mess around with headcanons and maybe even little drabbles.

i've been so busy with work and life this week (and now i've caught a bit of a cold) so i'm struggling to get into the writing headspace..... but i already miss it and want to get back to it. so i was wondering if you would all want to have some fun with this and help me get back in the headspace!!

if you do, feel free to drop me an ask - nothing is off limits except for the things highlighted in my soft and hard hours guidelines which can be found here!

#ateezfic #ateezff #honeyhotteks updates #honeyhotteoks #into the aurora #into the aurora updates

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potaeto-writes · 2 years

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Falling: I

Monday, July 15, 9:30 a.m.

'Another day, another dunce'

She thought, rolling her eyes at the beautiful sight of Yeosang and Aeri making out near the school's front gate. She always felt a twinge looking at the school playboy, Yeosang, especially when he was with the popular meanie. For a reason she never understood, she wanted to be different to him, more than a bet or a game. But she was Heejin, the scholarship girl, the nerd, the transfer kid, the outcast. She was aloof and alone, and not very interesting at first sight. She looked pretty even in her formal clothes, but she was not interested in anything but studies and music, or so it seemed.

She had caused a stir on her second day, when she publicly rejected Yeosang. She wasn't rude about it, she actually said the most logical, inoffensive things, in an extremely soft tone and small voice. But the audacity of a girl to reject The Kang Yeosang in itself was enough to get the whole school talking.

Now, about 2 weeks later, she sat at the last bench in class, headphones on, ignoring the students filtering in. The bell rang, a distant echo in the song, and students rushed in at once. Yeosang and his friend group occupied all the seats in front of her, filling the column of 9. She took it as cue to be ready, stuffing her headphones in her bag to be able to pay attention. The teacher walked in, and there was some anticipation as to why their entire grade had gathered here.

"Seniors, as you are aware, the midterms will be coming up soon. You will also have to do a group project, which will construct 30% of your overall grade, and be evaluated separate from the theory papers. This year, I have given you all a common, but vast and grave topic. No matter what stream you've chosen, you should know about it. The topic is suicide. Get as creative as you want, but I require either a hard copy or a soft copy of your project. Your groups will be column-wise, as you are seated right now. Your deadline is the 5th of August. Oh, and one more thing. Just to make this a bit more fun, we're making this a competition. May the best team win."

The teacher left the class chuckling, and Heejin walked out for the next class, knowing this homeroom had stretched out a bit too much. But as she did this, the eight boys she passed stopped chattering and gaped at her, then proceeding to look at each other with an expression that said, we're fucked.

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Tuesday, July 16, 00:00

As was customary, most of the crowd exited the musty building at midnight, their favourites having stepped off the ring for the night. This crowd had far too many misguided teens, Yeosang being one of them. He watched street fights to relieve his own stress for free.

In the thronging crowd, a smaller population pushed to get into the building, tasteful of more intense fights. Yeosang's shoulder suddenly hit one of these people, and he shouted at them to watch where they were going. Heejin bit back a sharp remark, thinking that it was just a kid. If she had known back then who it was, she told me all hell would have broken loose.

But that night, she didn't, so she made her way in, walking to one corner of the ring and swishing her French braid to one shoulder. Soon, the fight began.

Dodging a burly man's attacks, she got into close range and hit him in the face with a drop kick. As he staggered backward, she gave a punch to his chest and swept her leg behind his, bringing him to the ground with a thud. The fight had ended within 2 minutes.

She kept fighting and winning, making money with every passing minute. About half an hour in, she ended her last fight and left. Back on campus, she went through a hole in the wall, reaching her room and preparing to go to bed.

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Hope you liked it! There's a lot more coming, so I hope you'll stick around and enjoy. Also this was 666 words lmao

Stay safe and hydrated!

~Potato-nim

#yeosangxoc #yeosangff #ateezff #taterfic: falling

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auror117 · 9 months

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Forgotten memories - FORGOTTEN MEMORIES PART 3 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1362771883-forgotten-memories-part-3?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=antheiaflora&wp_originator=E4q2N7608lgggHHFN6qolYRY30%2F00O1jF6ZXUT4LM9RXn7%2FtZMVbbx0toELIa7wiT2mRq%2FukOSiFSp6BNWtP2TGlkQNTcsLfjdT0co3FqrER8fDSI0lyrB7h2IW7FgRe Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jieun used to be best friends, it was them against the world until a horrible accident seperated the three friends. A school reunion unites them again and a finally their world is complete but with this reunion new problems arise. Old feelings come to light and it is time for dark secrets to reveal itself.

#ateez #ateezff #ateezhongjoong #ateezimagine #ateezseonghwa #friendship #thriller #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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heyitsmerose · 3 years

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Ateez Reactions Masterlist

smut (s) | angst (a) | fluff (f)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o calling them when they’re in danger [Pt. 1 - Hyung Line (a)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o calling them when they’re in danger [Pt. 2 - Maknae Line] (a)

Ateez’s reaction to a fan with Smudged Lipstick [Maknae Line] (f)

Ateez asking for consent from their s/o [Hyung Line] (f) (s)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o having an intense phobia / fear [Hyung Line] (a)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o having PMDD (really bad periods) [Pt. 1 - Hyung Line] (a)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o having PMDD (really bad periods) [Pt. 2 - Maknae Line] (a)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o loving their scent [Pt. 1 - Hyung Line] (a)(f)

Ateez’s reaction to their s/o loving their scent [Pt. 2 - Maknae Line] (f)

#ateez masterlist #ateez fanfics #ateez ff #ateezff #hongjoong #seonghwa #jongho #yeosang #yunho #san #mingi #wooyoung #ateez x reader

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mingi-ivity · 3 years

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Do your paw’s hurt?

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🐺Yunho x GN! Hybrid Reader🐺

Category: ☁️Fluff☁️/ minimum angst

⛔️Warning- Negative thoughts and words on readers end⛔️

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Oki so this is gonna be written by using dash’s as I need time to relearn how to properly assemble my words in sentence format

(Ex. -)

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-Yunho left you for practice around 2 hours ago

-“Have fun, I’ll be back puppy”

-You being a wolf hybrid, have the option to transform into ‘wolf’ form but-

-You’ve only been able to ever shift into a small pup like cub

-Due to your past, you have a lot of separation anxiety and anxiety in general

-(If you’ve ever been around a dog that has separation anxiety you’ll understand they are quick to make messes when left alone)

-As a result, whenever Yunho leaves you alone

-You try your best to keep yourself busy by playing and making messes

-Today was the anniversary of the exact day Yunho took you in

-The exact day you left the hellhole in which they (scientists) experimented on you endlessly, resulting in your ability to fully transform

-Feeling restless, you decide to roam the apartment

-In the end, the freshly cleaned rug and floor by Yunho’s eucalyptus plant was no longer clean

-Dirt all over

-You begin to pace back and forth, in human form, worried about the mess you had made

-Will Yunho be mad?

-Will he send me back to the ‘hospital’?

-What if he abandons me?

-Those were the thoughts running through your head

-When Yunho came back around 30 minutes later

-He found you sniffling while wrapped up in one of his hoodies

-“Aw puppy what’s wrong?” He asks you, genuine concern laced in his voice

-When you didn’t answer, Yunho placed his bag on the ground and went to wrap you up in his arms

-“Whatever’s wrong, it’s ok puppy” He said, rubbing your ears softly

-“Yunnie....I made a mess.” You say quietly, thinking he won’t hear you

-But he did

-He smiles at you with adoration covering his features

-“That’s fine pup”

-“Really?! Your not gonna send me back?” You say, shifting to your knees, tail wagging aggressively

-“Why would I? I love you to much to do that puppy” Yunho says giggling at how your tail was making your body sway

-“I love you too Yunnie”

#yunho #yunho ateez #ateez fluff #ateezfluff #ateez #ateezff #ateez ff #yunho fluff #owo #hybrid #hybrid reader #gender neutral imagine

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vanishingboots · 3 years

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Masterlist

Hongjoong:

-a job gone wrong // coming soon // enemies to lovers au // pirate!hongjoong x fem!reader x pirate!yunho// angst, fluff, all the good stuff

summary: The thing that Hongjoong hates the most in the world are traitors, even if they have stolen half his heart. The thing that Yunho wants the most is to have his family whole again, even if it means he has to forget you to do it. The thing you love most in the world is the blue-eyed boy even when he steals fish from your kitchen counter, when he thinks you’re not looking.

Drabbles:

- pirate!Joong

My Recommendations for fanfictions

#masterlist #ateez #ateezff #fanfics #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez masterlist #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jung yunho #kang yeosang #choi sa #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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mingissmile1117 · 2 years

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Chapter 2, Dimly Lit Alleyways

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Waiting so long for cheap watered down coffee every morning was something Seonghwa was also getting tired of. But, Seonghwa would rather drink free shitty coffee that his apartment complex offered early in the morning than wasting 7 dollar's for a sugary ass drink at Starbies.

Seonghwa had a lot to do today (you know, other than his appointment with the "matchmaker"), and was in need for some energy. Since his roommates both had morning shifts, he was the one to always keep the apartment in check. It's not like he was complaining though, keeping everything organized and clean was his thing.

After chugging down his not so tasteful coffee, Seonghwa walked out to his car and ready to go on with his day.

Just as he was about to open the driver's side door, Seonghwa spotted a short man dressed in all black and an awfully familiar buzz cut.

"Oh? Seonghwa? Good morning!" Hongjoong waved his hand at the red head, holding a bag over his shoulder, clearly on his way somewhere.

The taller blushed softly, embarrassed that he was caught staring. Excitement sparked inside him; he was happy to get to see the other again, especially after not having a proper goodbye last night.

"Good morning Hongjoong! Where are you headed to?" Seonghwa asked, leaning on his car as the other walked over to him.

"On my way to run some errands. I'm gonna be busy with some work later so I figured I should get my stuff done early. What about you?"

"Same! My roommates both have morning shifts, so I'm the one always running around getting stuff done before I clock in at the bar. What time do you work later? Maybe we can get our errands done together and hang out for a bit?" Seonghwa asked trying to be smooth, biting his lip while anxiously waiting for an answer.

"I would love to! I have a awhile, I don't have to go until 4." Hongjoong smiled softly. "We can take my car. You can put your bag in the backseat."

Seonghwa held a bag of off brand laundry pods as he looked over the ingredients.

"I wouldn't get that kind, they suck." Hongjoong walked over to Seonghwa, putting a bottle of bleach in his basket.

"Oh have you used this kind before?" Seonghwa asked, putting the bag back on the shelf. His eyes grazed over the many options he had to choose from, his hand reaching out.

"Yeah, I did. It made me and my roommates clothes really itchy." Hongjoong scrunched his nose.

Seonghwa remembered, the man from last night that took Hongjoong away. He swallowed dryly, "Roomates? Is one of them like your boyfriend or something?" Seonghwa tried to say as nonchalantly as possible with an airy chuckle.

Hongjoongs head whipped over to look at the taller. "No, no way. My roommates? Mingi, Yuhno? There both dating eachother. Plus they're not my type." Hongjoong shrugged his shoulders.

Seonghwa let out a deep breath, good. That's good.

After getting a few groceries, Hongjoong gave Seonghwa a ride back to his apartment. The two bid their goodbyes, because Hongjoong had other plans that he couldn't bring Seonghwa to. Seonghwa wanted to ask what, but prying for answers he didn't need wasn't his thing.

When Seonghwa went to put his key in his apartment doors lock, he was surprised to find it already unlocked. He guessed someone was home early, but why? Neither of his roomates had told him about having a day off.

"Hello?" Seonghwa dropped his groceries off at the door as he hung his keys up.

"Oh! Your home?" Yuhno yelled, which was what Seonghwa figured was from the kitchen.

"Of course I'm home. Why are you here so early?" He asked, slipping off his shoes. Seonghwa walked over to the kitchen archway, leaning on the hard wood.

Seonghwa watched amusingly as he saw Yunho cutting up vegetables and spices and throwing them into a large pot filled with water.

"You're making broth? What for?"

"Soondubu jjigae." He answered quickly, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon.

"Really? Do we even have any tofu?" He asked, walking over to the oven.

"Ah- don't get any closer." Yunho put his hand out, keeping eye contact with the broth. "This is my working space right now. And yes, we do now. I went grocery shopping for ingredients."

"You went shopping?" Seonghwa asked, surprised. "How long- when did you get off work?"

"About an hour and a half ago."

"Why?" Seonghwa asked, his eyebrow high.

"The schedules got mixed up. Apparently they weren't supposed to have me in today."

"Oh... so you decide to take hours slaving over the stove instead of resting." Seonghwa smirked, folding his arms.

"Yeah, I need something to focus on. Anyways, where were you?" Yunho placed the lid on the pot and turned up the heat on the stove. He rested his hand on his hip, dusting the other off on his apron.

"I went shopping with a friend." Seonghwa smiled, his teeth showing.

"Oh? And who's this friend?" Yunho asked, "You don't tell me and Mingi about your friends very often."

"This guy I met at the bar last night." Seonghwa diverted his eyes. "He's really nice..."

"Damn, you only met him last night and you already like him?" Yunho chuckled, licking the his teeth.

Seonghwas head shot up, making eye contact with Yunho. "Like him?!" He held up his hands defensely, frantically shaking his head. "No- no I don't like him... Well I do but not like that."

Yunho looked at him, tilting his head without saying a word. Seonghwa blushed softly, relaxing his arms in defeat.

"Am I that obvious? Plus it's not like I... like like him. It's just a little crush." He scratched his head, looking down at his feet

"Yeah suuuure." Yunho said, throwing an apron at Seonghwa. "Since you're gonna be home for a while, you're gonna help me."

"Fine..." Seonghwa sighned, tying the apron strings behind him. He glanced at the little clock that was hung next to the cabinets. He noticed it was only a few minutes after 1, which gave him only 4 more hours until his meet-up.

"How long is this going to take?" Seonghwa asked, pulling the apron down a bit.

"Well we should let the stock simmer for 5-7 hours. We can prepare the other ingredients and leave them in the fridge while we wait."

Seonghwas eyes widened. "Huh? 7 hours just for some flavored water?"

"Yes, Seonghwa, just for some flavored water."

Seonghwa wiped a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, "Who knew cooking could be so draining. We're done for now, right?" He asked Yunho, rushing to take his apron off without waiting for an answer.

"Yes, yes we are Seonghwa. Go ahead, go do whatever you want now, I won't keep you." Yunho waved his hand at the other, playfully rolling his eyes.

Seonghwa folded the apron, placing it on the counter for Yunho. He walked to his room without a second thought, getting on his computer.

He noticed a message on discord as it was the first app to startup. Seonghwas eyebrow lifted, it was a message from that matchmaker dude. He didn't remember giving them his discord when be sighed up, he barely ever used it.

"I had something come up, therefore I'm going to have to move your appointment from 5 to 3 pm. Sorry for the inconvenience, I hope to see you soon." Seonghwa read outloud, squinting his eyes as he read the bright computer screen. The messager had also sent him the location of the meeting, which was only a few minutes away.

"3?" He mumbled, looking at the time on the computer screen.

It read 2:48

"Shit!" Seonghwa shot up from his chair, hastily grabbing his phone that was charging on his nightstand.

He swiftly ran to the front door, fumbling to get on his shoes.

"Where are you going? The-" Yunho started, cleaning something in the kitchen.

"I'll be back soon!" Seonghwa interrupted the younger, grabbing his car keys. He slammed the door behind him, sprinting to his car.

It was bright outside, and the sun sat neatly behind the clouds. The standard time that the sun set in Korea was around 5 pm, which Seonghwa figured why his appointment was supposed to be at that time. But 3 pm? Seriously? Everyone that was out would be able to see Seonghwa and whoever the messager was. Seonghwa wasn't sure if he would be meeting in a dark alleyway or in a suspicious building. Between those two options, people would be able to clearly see him either go into a rundown building or talk with a most likely suspicious man. That made him worry a bit, he didn't want his reputation to be tarnished.

He tried to take a deep breath. What he was doing wasn't bad, right? So why should he have to worry so much. He must've have been zoning out the entire time he was driving, because before he knew it, he was at the designated address.

He parked his car at the side of the road. As he slowly got out of his car to look around him. On the way, Seonghwa had to use Google maps, as he had never really been in this area of town before. Tall, rundown looking apartment buildings cluttered the street. Some of their windows were covered with boards, and plants crawled up their sides.

Seonghwa pulled out his phone, looking at the time. It was only 2:56. Thankfully, he wasn't late.

He went through discord on his phone, texting the messenger that he was there. Well, not quite. He was in the area, but he wasn't sure exactly which building he was supposed to go to.

Seonghwas heads snapped over to the sound of a door clicking open. On front of his eyes was a tall 8 story building. None of the windows were knocked out like the others and the outside looked like it was frequently kept clean. Luckily, he was parked right across from the residence.

A tall, slender man walked out, holding the door wearing all black. On on his head was a flat top hat with a wide rim, and his was adorned by a plain black mask. He wore a matte black suit and tie with shiney black formal shoes.

He stood at the door without a word, as if waiting for Seonghwa.

Hastily, the red head made his way to the door, bowing at that man to thank him. The man closed the door, and held his hand out, gesturing down the long hallway that was in front of them. He started walking, again, without a word. Seonghwa figured he was supposed to follow him, so he did.

The floors were hard oak wood, and the walls were a meek white. The hallway was filled with doors, alternating on each side. The door wear labeled with the word "office" with a letter and number. The place was quite organized, which Seonghwa liked.

After an elevator trip and a few more hallways, the man had led Seonghwa to a tall double door. The man inserted some sort of card into a scanner on the front of the door. After a long beep and click, he opened the door, and gestured for Seonghwa to walk in.

Seonghwa hesitantly took a step into the room. Instantly, a warm smell if vanilla hit his nose, it made him release his shoulders for a moment. The door slammed shut behind, which put his guard back up. As he slowly walked forward, he noticed the space around him. Expensive looking paintings hung neatly on the white walls. There were no windows, so the only light coming in were from the dim wall lamps.

Looking in front of him, he noticed 4 lanky pillars, with black curtains on all sides, almost like a makeshift room.

His fingers grazed over the silky fabric, but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch them.

"You may walk in." A clear voice spoke, obviously from behind the curtain.

Seonghwa did so, pulling back the heavy fabric to reveal a man in all black sitting behind a dark wood desk. He nodded his head to the single chair infront of the desk. With a nervous glance, Seonghwa sat down, but not with bowing first.

He sat stifly for a moment, taking a good look at the man in front of him. He wore the same clothes as the man that brought him here, but he was covered in expensive looking jewelry.

Since he was wearing a mask and his hair was covered by a hat, all Seonghwa could make out was his eyes. They were brown, with long dark lashes.

The man infront of him stayed devoid of any emotions, raising his eyebrow.

"Ah- sorry for my incompetence," He bowed in his seat, as his hands stay folded over in his lap. "Hello, my name his Park Seonghwa. We both know why I'm here. I'm a little embarrassed to say it outloud..." His eyes darted to the side.

"Hello, Seonghwa." The man spoke clearly. "You can call me Mr. Pyeonghong." He shoved a few papers and a pen towards Seonghwa. "Once you sign these papers and we talk about payment methoda, we can start the true discussion." The man sat back in his chair, spreading his legs with a hand resting on his thigh.

Seonghwa picked up the pen solemnly. "Payment?" He asked.

"Well so you think you were going to get this for free?"

Seonghwa shook his head as he scanned over the papers. After signing his name a few times, he set the pen down. He stared at Mr. Pyeonghong, his boba like eyes were filled with an undistinguished emotion. Excitement? Worry? Regret?

He wasn't too sure himself.

After talking about a few more things and what the service he was going to get would look like, and when it would happen. Seonghwa was told he would get updates through his phone number now, instead of discord, which was good to say the least.

"And for the final question... who is your crush? This is the entire reason your here, and the most vital information you will give."

Seonghwa hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath. "His name is Hongjoong... I'm not sure of his last name... I think it's..."

"Kim." Mr. Pyeonghong looked at Seonghwa for a moment.

Seonghwa head shot up at the man curiously. "How did you...?"

"I know everything." Mr. Pyeonghong said in a monotone voice, trying to keep his emotions in check. He looked down at his watch briefly. "I see it is time for the end of your appointment, Seonghwa. You may leave my office and someone should be out there to escort you."

Seonghwa stoop up with a nod and bowed at the man. "Thank you for your time." Hs smiled.

As Seonghwa left the man's office, he felt kind of weird. Now that he though about it, that man had a sense of familiarity about him, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Hongjoong slammed his hand on his desk angrily. "Yeosang!" He yelled for his assistant, ripping of his hat and mask. Hurried steps instantly followed Hongjoongs voice, coming out of a door from the side of his office.

Yeosang lifted up the curtain so he could greet his boss with a meek bow. "Yes sir." He kept his eyes glued to the floor, hunching his back.

"What did I tell you about sending in clients files late!" Hongjoong stoop up, a look of anger on his face. He might not have been taller than his subordinate, but his powerful demeanor made up for it.

"I'm sorry sir, the department that-"

"I don't care about all of that! I gave you this position because I thought you would be able to handle it! Since that last clients file that I just had came in late, I wasn't able to decline it. I know that man personally. Don't you know my number one rule?!"

"To not let anyone you know figure out about your company, sir." Yeosang said, standing.

With an angry huff, Hongjoong wVed his hand. "Just- leave. You're dismissed." Hongjoong sat down in his chair as his subordinate walked away.

It's not that he didn't like Seonghwa back, he really did. But how would he be able to explain, well, everything. He figured Seonghwa was a smart guy, it wouldn't be long until he connected the pieces.

Hongjoong grabbed his phone, dialing up his good friends number.

"Hello, Seonghwa? Do you mind hanging out next week?"

#ateez #ateezfanfic #ateezff #hongjoong x seonghwa #honghwa #seongjoong #8 makes 1 team #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #The match-making devil and his secret crush

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littleshopofk-pop · 3 years

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## ateez masterlist

S — smut F — fluff A — angst C — crack

nothing to see here ... yet

› fever kinktober ' 21 day 7 [S]

› yes, sir! [S]

nothing to see here ... yet

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full masterlist

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cloudyxjong · 3 years

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Hey everyone! I want to start creating some Ateez content. Feel free to suggest anything just no 18+ sexual stuff please and thank you. Also please note I’m a terrible writer so please don’t hurt my feelings about that. <3

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateezff #ateez atiny #ateez scenarios #ateez requests #ateez reactions #ateez ot8

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armpirate · 19 days

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 12

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

San looked so determined when he said he'd find a nice place to eat, just to end up regretting it five minutes later when they arrived at the restaurant area and he found himself struggling to find the place that could adapt to her the most. It wasn't like there were a lot of restaurants, which probably made it even harder for him to pick the right one.

—Um —he thought out loud—. There isn't much to choose from.

—It's alright. Let's just go wherever you want —she shrugged.

Seeing his eyes moving to the four open restaurants was a quite new experience for her. She was convinced he probably would've found the best place to eat in less than a second if he had been by himself, but his hesitation was more connected to the way he wanted to have her also enjoying her food.

—What are you craving? —San turned to her.

—Hmm... That Mexican restaurant looks pretty good.

—Let's go, then.

Her thoughts started to sound weird when she internally started praising San for such a small gesture as to having consideration for what she wanted, and she realized the type of men she had been seeing ever since she broke up with her ex boyfriend to be thinking that his attitude was one of a kind and deserving of the amount of praise she was throwing his way.

After they reached their table, she could almost touch his nervousness in front of her. It was like one thick brick around him, and that also limited a lot of his actions and words.

—You know you can relax, right? —she joked, looking at him over the menu.

—I'm relaxed —he sighed.

—No, you're not —her eyes slowly went back to the plastified paper in front of her—. You don't need to impress me, so you can calm down.

His body stopped to slightly bounce with the constant movements of his legs, fixing his eyes on her and completely ignoring the menu he was holding.

—You're not being tested, and I'm not here to judge you, just feel free to behave however you want —she shrugged, leaving the menu back on the table—. Just treat me as a friend. Would that make you more comfortable?

—I think so —he slowly nodded.

—You need to take it easy. Relax —the way she moved her hands made it seem as if she was taking something invisible off her shoulders—. I have enough with having people look like their balls are being stepped on when I'm walking by at work.

—Yikes, that sounds... —he grimaced just at the mere thought of it— hurtful.

—Uh-hum. I'm a heel on a ball.

Her humor was so random, and weird, that it instantly made him feel better at his own self. She wasn't scared of being open with that side of her, she was already doing more than asked to make it as easy for him, it was just fair he tried to do the same thing.

—I don't think you're a heel on a ball, more like a kick.

Maybe he tried a little too much.

Y/n stopped, lifting her eyes back to him, only to blurt out a chuckle at his comment and how nervous he looked after.

—I mean it because it's less painful, not because I think you're like a kick on the balls. Although, it's not like I know what it's like to be stepped on...

—You're doing it again —her eyebrows raised with her warning.

—Sorry.

Her gaze intensified with his apology, warning him without saying a word.

—So, I guess life at work didn't change? —he brought up, trying to reconnect the light-hearted conversation with something they could actually talk about.

—Well, it got slightly worse —her head quickly tilted, squirming just at the thought of the environment in her office—. There was a ramp down recently, and teams had to choose two people to fire them. Except mine, because I chose to earn less, so part of my salary would go to those two people, only for them to look at me as if I were the devil —she commented on the side.

—For what? You took a decision no one else would've taken.

—They don't know I did that, so they just think I kept my whole team because I'm the boss' daughter —she finally added—. It's alright though. I didn't do it for people to praise me for it.

—Honestly... After seeing my father getting kicked out of his position for a similar situation, your choice should be recognized —he softly said—. Not a lot of people would choose sympathy over greediness. It just shows off the kind of person that you are.

San seemed so genuine while he said those words, that Y/n couldn't help but smile, feeling full and proud of herself after receiving that praise from someone else that wasn't her own self while looking in the mirror.

It felt so different.

—What about you? How's your master going?

—It's going well —he puckered his lips, trying to think of something to be able to fill up the conversation naturally the same way she did—. Yeah... I bet you already know what it is like.

—Well, it's not really the same —she giggled—. Is that teacher still being an asshole to you?

—He seems to have a radar —he finally let out—. And if someone didn't send me texts only when I'm with him...

—Are you blaming me? —she pointed at herself, faking offense— If you need to answer one of my texts that fast, even during that class, it's because you want to talk to me really bad —and that was a checkmate—. Am I wrong?

His lips started moving nervously, stuttering the words before he was able to say them. Of course he wanted to talk to her, of course he was willing to take any chance to keep talking to her, but wasn't it too much to admit it just like that?

—May I take your order?

Saved by the bell.

While San rushed to shift his attention from her to the waiter, Y/n smiled at him, shaking her head lightly.

There was something so funny about making him so nervous.

—You're so different —she thought out loud, after the waiter left with their command.

—What?

—I wouldn't have expected you to be like this when we first talked —Y/n continued.

—Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

—Good —she quickly nodded—. I like this version much better than the Soundleasure one —she admitted.

—You do?

—It's different —her lips puckered while she approved what she had just said—. The person on those videos seems like a whole different you, you're more approachable than you might seem.

—I guess it's what you can call a character? —he doubted— Soundleasure doesn't have any limits or real problems, no struggles, no insecurities —he smiled down—. He just has to be there and put on a sexy voice. And I'm just... me.

—Hey! It's so hard to be just you —she joked.

While he smiled and looked at her, San wondered if it'd have been like that between them even if he hadn't stopped talking to her all of a sudden.

—I'm sorry —she looked confused at those two words—. I shouldn't have ghosted you. I guess I was intimidated and scared of what you'd think of me, and ran away instead of giving you an explanation.

—Hmm... Did I look that out of reach? —her eyebrow raised— It's alright —her tone turned softer with those words—. Just... next time... try talking it out before running away —she asked—. Honestly, I was kinda intimidated, too.

—You? No shit.

—Yes shit —she nodded—. I guess it's normal. You connect with someone online, hit it off, and then you wonder if it'd have been the same if you had met in person. Or if the chemistry is real and not just a projection of what you want on those texts and calls. I guess that's why I wanted us to meet.

—I guess we could try to still be in contact after all of this ends.

—I guess so —she agreed.

The rest of the lunch went by in such a comfortable and carefree environment, that San felt free to let go of the pressure a bit more with each passing minute. Talking with Y/n was easy. It didn't matter if it was through a screen or face to face, he just loved how he could be himself with her without worrying about anything else.

At least until the time to pay the bill arrived.

She looked nervous, and uneasy, looking one way and the other, moving on her seat nervously while they waited to pay for the food.

At first he thought it could possibly be because she didn't want him to pay, or because she felt bad about the price of the food they ate, but she was still in that uneasy state even after they left the restaurant.

Her hand quickly hooked on his wrist, dragging him out of the restaurant area to take him back to the shops.

—Where are we going?

—We can't be here —she whispered.

—Why not? You're acting as if I hadn't paid for the food —he looked confused.

Y/n was about to answer what he asked, but her words got stuck in her throat when she saw her father walking to the place where they were at, forcing her to quickly push San towards the bathroom corridor and hide as they stayed glued to the wall.

—What's going on?

—My father's here.

—What?

The way he asked with a high-pitched tone, making most of the people coming or getting out of the restrooms made her grimace, placing her index over her lips to ask him to stay quiet.

—My assistant told him I left early, and he called me. I thought that by saying I was with you, he'd decide to leave me alone. But he thought now was the best time to meet you, and now we're hiding from him because I need you to change your clothes before you meet him.

She stepped back, aware of his confused look mixed with the glimpses of scare.

—Sorry.

Her hand dragged his hood over his head, hiding his face before she pushed him towards the male restrooms.

—Y/n?

She stood straight at the thick voice of her father, finally aware of the way he was looking at her when he noticed where she was.

—The female's bathroom is on the other side.

—I know —she quickly nodded—. It's just that San needed to go to the restroom.

—And you were planning on going with him —his thick eyebrow raised.

—No, of course not.

—Why don't we wait for him in the cafe?

—Hmm, you go. I'll stay here —she tried to encourage him.

—Your boyfriend won't escape —his fingers gently hooked around her elbow—. Let's go.

That was exactly what she was afraid of, that San would sneakily escape, impulsed by the pressure.

After they took a seat in one of the cafes, back in the restaurant area, she made sure to let San know where they were, so he'd be able to find them once he got out of the restroom. And her father just waited for her to leave the phone aside to engage in a conversation with her, which was always related to the same thing: the company. It varied from what happened throughout the day, future projects, or gossip in the office, but it was always centered in that office she spent most of her day at.

It wasn't like she cared much about it in any way. What were they supposed to talk about? They both worked in the same place, they both saw each other every single day. There wasn't much to talk about other than that.

Her part of the conversation got interrupted suddenly, with the words slowly losing their power as soon as she looked up at the door of the establishment.

San's figure looked even better from afar with that outfit. She was surprised by how marked his waist was, with the black shirt tucked in inside his pants and secured with the black leather belt that fitted it all. But more importantly, she was surprised to see him walking over there with determination, taking his time before he stopped behind her father.

—Babe —Y/n excitedly called him.

Her father quickly turned to the man behind him as Y/n got up from her place to wrap her arm around his, gluing their bodies together.

—You wanted to meet him, and he's here —she cheered relieved—. This is San, my boyfriend. And this is my father —Y/n pointed at the old man, who didn't even make the attempt to get up from his seat—: Harry...

—Mister Y/s for you, though —he interrupted Y/n, quickly making clear how San should refer to him.

—Of course —San nodded— Nice to meet you, sir.

—Come on —she whispered, patting his upper arm to get him to take the seat next to hers.

Although he tried to adopt that mature and confident aura Y/n had hinted at while they were shopping, his real self was slowly coming through as the environment got thicker under the exigent look that was coming from the man's dark eyes.

—So, you're the famous San —he thought out loud, scanning the young man in front of him—. My daughter kept you from me like a secret. It's almost like you came out of nowhere

—Really? —he nervously laughed— It does look like it, doesn't it? —he mumbled.

—It's not that —she quickly added—. You know how private I've always been. That's why it seems like it came out of nowhere —she smiled.

—So... —her father tried to redirect the conversation somewhere else— Y/n told me you specialized in computer engineering.

—Yeah, I'm finishing the masters this year.

—But my daughter told me you were already working as such.

Y/n's face quickly distorted, pressing her lips tight and furrowing her eyebrows when she assumed they were already caught on their lies.

It lasted more than she'd have expected.

—I did, of course —San tried to get some control back—. I graduated, then started working, and then thought it'd be better to perfectionate my career. So I started a Master's program, right? —he tried to look at Y/n for support— But it's getting tough, so I left the company I was working at just last week. That's why Y/n didn't know.

—So you don't tell my daughter everything?

—Hmm...

—He told me, but I forgot —Y/n seconded, trying to save him—. Silly boy, don't you remember you told me the other night?

—Ah, ye... yeah. That's right! —he was desperately trying to keep up with the conversation—. I've been so busy and stressed lately that my head is a mess.

—Yet you still have time to see my daughter —his dark eyes moved between Y/n and San, unaware of how each of their features broke as each second went by—. That's really important. My girl deserves to be dedicated twenty five hours out of twenty four.

San could feel the weight on his shoulder slowly being lifted as he saw her father smiling widely, happy with the improvised answer he had just come up with.

—She's just as busy, actually. Always closed in that damned office. So it's good to see she's met someone that would understand her lifestyle, but would also push her out of it.

Y/n's smile turned more genuine and relaxed with every new word her father let out, praising San for his attitude towards her.

—So how did you two meet?

—A dat... hmm! —he held back the painful moan that was about to come out when her fingers pinched his side, right on his ribs.

—A blind date —she nodded—. We have a friend in common, so yeah. We kinda kicked off like that.

—Yeah, it was love at first sight —San tried to add.

—Was it? My daughter has always been quite adamant to that idea —his chuckle almost made San panic again.

—It was different with him —she tried to save face—. You know what you've always said about feeling butterflies in your stomach and light music playing in the background when you met mom? It was something similar.

—Huh —her father's smile went wide again—. So, tell me about you, San.

—About me? I don't have much to tell about myself.

And while it seemed like he did have things to tell about himself, the conversation quickly shifted from what was he aspiring to do in his future to the last match of the Patriots. Something that was supposed to be a meeting to give his approval to her new boyfriend, turned into a Patriots fan meeting to discuss several many things she didn't care about.

—Finally someone with good taste —her father cheered—. My daughter always goes for the New York Giants.

—Really? —San seemed so natural in his reaction, that she wondered at what moment he broke character, comfortable enough to be himself— How can you not support the Patriots?

Something she couldn't argue about: football. Her eyes instantly threw daggers at him when he even attempted to start the teasing.

—They're a good choice, too —San tried to get her glare to soften at him.

—I have an idea —her father quickly.

—No, you don't —Y/n tried to stop him, almost as if she were reading his mind.

—I'll host a barbecue this weekend with some friends, why don't you come?

—I'd love to —San rushed to answer, leaving Y/n with her lips parted as she unsuccessfully tried to come up with an excuse.

—Fine, then I'll be waiting for you two —he shifted his gaze to Y/n—. I'll prepare your favorite dessert.

She knew what it meant: she wasn't allowed to make up any excuses not to go.

Shortly after, her father left with an urgent phone call that was going to draw him back to the office, not before reminding San that he'd be waiting for him.

—He liked me, right? —San said excitedly.

Without answering, Y/n hit his upper arm, taking him by surprise.

—What?

—You were supposed to meet him today, and not see him again —she whined—. Why did you say that you'd go?

—I thought it'd have looked bad if I had said I wouldn't —he tried to defend himself.

Y/n huffed, knowing he was right, but also frustrated because she kept thinking declining it would've been the best idea.

—We could tell him something came up?

—That wouldn't work out —she pouted, puckering her lips before she turned to him again—. Why did you have to start talking about football?

—I wanted to sell off that confident facade. And I only thought I'd be able to pull it out that way —he tried to justify himself.

Now they were in deeper trouble. Y/n knew how important those barbecues were, and how it meant more than just watching an innocent football match on the big TV of her parents' house. It also meant building bridges of trust and intimacy with some of the partners her father always worked with.

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woosanslight · 4 years

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therapy group- ateez ff

warnings: none :)

((intentional lowercase!!))

a/n: hellooo atiny!! first off, this isn’t really edited.. it’s kinda brief and quick, so.. sorry? this is my first post, so i’m not entirely sure if it’ll become a series yet.. but i mean- if y’all get into it, it could very well happen ;)

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gentle sunlight filtered through the room, sending glittering golden light onto the rooms’ cozy atmosphere and settled occupants.

the walls were supporting flowering vines hanging from little white pots, dangling from the ceiling, the white daisy-like flowers dusting the room in a honeyish fragrance. the small pots were patterned with pastel hearts and illustrated meadows, both making the room even more aestheticically pleasing.

in the center of the room was a large, hollowed out, cushioned seating area, accompanied by many fluffy blankets, poofy pillows and a small firepit in the very middle. there were also long, thin strips of flowery clovers surrounding the large pit.

the comforting aroma of baked cookies and cinnamon muffins whispered into the room softly, with the rooms’ occupants already being in a sugar-fazed state by the tempting smells. everyone glanced at the romanised clock eagerly, noting how much longer until they could actually eat these delicately crafted goodies.

someone cleared their throat, “uhh, so.. wait where were we..?” his legs were dangling over the edge of a honey-coloured hanging chair, a white fluffy pillow hugged against his stomach, “because like, i’m pretty sure that distracted all of us,” he said, gesturing to the thin tendril of pretty-smelling smoke hovering in the air. the boy himself, had peachy-corally coloured hair, slightly drooping over his big, playful brown eyes. he had a tall, slender frame despite his puppy-like gentleness. he was wearing a turquoise-tinted hoodie, with the sleeves far past his hands creating sweet little sweater paws. he also had plain white sweatpants on, accompanied by spotted white fluffy socks. the name scrawled onto his nametag read a messy “yunho”.

sitting on a lavender-coloured beanbag strewn onto the white carpeted floor lay another boy, with sandy blonde hair, a slight frame and a beautifully perfect face. he fiddled with his shirtsleeves distractedly, his mind elsewhere. he wore a black sweatshirt, grey sweatpants and plain white socks. despite his typically boring outfit, he was still surrounded by a god-like aura. he was undeniably gorgeous, but his insightful, intelligent and settled personality made him even more intriguing. his own nametag was carefully scripted with the name “yeosang”.

after a few seconds of thoughtful silence between the huddled group, yeosang spoke up in a deep, gentle voice; “i think i might have the answer to your question, hwajoon hyung,” he glanced briskly at yunho, a slight look of disregard aimed towards his easily-distracted self.

their female councillor, hwajoon, smiled warmly at yeosang, “tell us your insight then, yeosang”

he smiled back at her, once again a godly sight, his eyes twinkling with a knowing look. he knew exactly what he was going to say next. and expectimg the usual length of his ‘insights’ everyone started complaining and groaning in dreading tones.

#kpop #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateezsmut #ateezfluff #ateezau #ateezff #ateeztherapyau #ateezangst #ateezscenarios #ateezreactions

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potaeto-writes · 2 years

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Falling: Prologue

This will be a story. A story of love, of pain, of anguish hidden behind a smile, and of horrible things that can't be undone. And in the way of stories, it must be told and heard. So I am here for the telling, and you, for the listening. Who I am is not of meaning to you, just as your identity is not of importance to me. Simply know that this story was told to me by Yeosang and Heejin, and now I am telling it to you.

#taterfic: falling #yeosangff #ateezff #yeosangxoc

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tinyatinybong · 4 years

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Eidolon Wonderland (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/29scMijLm8 New friend listen. Do you hear the droplets of water tittering, whispering to each other? Do you hear the faint ticking of a not-clock somewhere? Or do you hear the phwisk-whisk of pupils beginning to move behind closed eyes? A small gust of not-wind comes from the house-in-the-middle-of-nowhere. Not from the soundless, rainless, lightless, windless storm... But from behind once colorless now tinted and barely open lips. Welcome to Eidolon Paradise. Alternate Universe Ateez Fanfiction

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heyitsmerose · 3 years

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Them asking for consent (Hyung Line)

Hello again! I recently had the ‘talk’ with my little sister. Just the usual, safety, consent, etc. I realised a few my readers may be younger too, around 15 or 16, which is why I beleive it is essential to learn about, understand and talk about important topics such as consent. I will be later on linking a guide to these important yet taboo topics such as contraceptives, consent, pleasure, relationships, etc. so please stay tuned and stay educated. That’s all from me, please enjoy!

Word count: 2.4k

Genre : Angst + Fluff

Hongjoong:

You and Hongjoong had been in a relationship for not too long, maybe 4-5 months at max. Your favourite part of your relationship was how considerate he was. He would always ask before doing initiating anything and was very gentle with you. Despite this, at times you felt that your relationship might have been moving a little too slow. You knew your feelings for him were genuine and you wanted to become more intimate.

You tried to convey what you felt in a subtle way, by kissing him for longer at times and not pulling away, by adding tongue into your kisses, which he reciprocated, but then pulled away shyly after a few seconds. You came over to his house early in the morning just to make him breakfast in bed and to see is adorable morning messy hair. You back-hugged him in the morning, circling your hands around his waist running them along his sides, only for him to giggle and turn around, pecking your nose, and then return to what he was doing originally. You gave his head massages scraping your nails against his scalp and putting pressure on certain points, and although you thought it wasn’t working, he once sensually groaned, and you thought you were getting somewhere, only for him to apologise and leave.

Despite all the various attempts on numerous occasions to initiate more intimate contact, he would usually shy away or wouldn’t reciprocate it, so you felt guilty for making him feel uncomfortable. After a week or so of trying, you gave up and resumed your normal lifestyle. To your surprise, Hongjoong actually enjoyed the past week more than he would like to admit and once you stopped doing all those little things, he felt empty, and realised he wanted this too.

There was this once when the both of you were at your house and you were at a kitchen counter making some popcorn to eat for a movie. Just as you were done, you felt two big arms, engulfing you, wrapping around your waist. You looked to the side and it was Hongjoong. He pressed a kiss to your head and although on the outside you were calm, on the inside you almost lost it. You turned around in his embrace and pecked his soft lips shortly.

“What is all this?” You said giggling

“Y/n, I think I’m ready to move on to the next stage of our relationship” He said, and your eyes lit up. A big smile erupted on your face and he reciprocated it too.

“Are you sure?” You asked him and he nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He then held both of your hands with his bigger, warmer ones and led you to the bedroom. He sat down, and made you sit in his lap. You were straddling him and could feel him completely.

“Y/n, I know I want this, but do you? I never really asked you. Are you okay with this?” He asked all of a sudden. You nodded and pecked his forehead.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point of time, you can tell me okay? Just tap on my shoulder 3 times and I’ll stop immediately okay?” He said, hands holding your face. You just smiled in return, locking lips with him, mumbling an okay in between.

Finally, it was time...

“Y/n, can I touch you?” He asked softly, and you almost exploded from the gentleness in his voice.

“Yes hun, thank you for being so gentle” You smiled back at him. He slowly glided his hands under your shirt, not making contact yet, looking up at your eyes one last time. You nodded, and he finally grazed his fingers along your stomach, chills went down your spine anticipating what the rest of the night was going to be like.

Seonghwa:

You and Seonghwa had been dating for over 4 years, but he still never forgot to ask for your approval. You were a little shy, which gave him all the more reason to constantly check if the pace of your relationship was alright.

You had gone to Paris on vacation as a getaway, to take time away from both of your stressful lifestyles. This was much needed for the both of you and you had quite a lot on your agendas. Your final destination was the Eiffel tower, how romantic. It was night time, and quite late. At this time, not a lot of people were actually on the Eiffel tower and were instead viewing from below (this usually does not happen, but just imagine that you got lucky). You thought it was the perfect time to go, as you’d both get the privacy you wanted and would be able to enjoy the beautiful Parisian night view from above. You made your way to the top with the tour guide, and he left you both alone at the top. It was quite cold and you began to shiver, so he offered his jacket, to which you declined and just rubbed your hands. The cold air was after all, a part of the experience. He just laughed at your cuteness and got out his phone.

He snapped a pic secretly while you were looking out at the view, and reviewed it, blushing at the way your hair blew back and your face was illuminated by the lights from below showing off your cute, astonished smile. While you were looking out, you slowly, noticed him snaking his arms around your waist and you just laughed, used to these little moments. You inhaled his scent and leaned into him.

“I’m so happy to be here with you” He whispered into your hair

“Me too” You said back and the both of you stayed in that position for a little longer, swaying from side to side slightly. After a while, you started shivering again, and he realised it was probably best to go back. Although this memory was quite short, it would be quite memorable. Before leaving though, he did have one thing on his bucket list, that he couldn’t leave without doing.

He swiftly turned you around in his embrace to face him, and held both of your hands, staring into your eyes.

“Y/n, I love you so much, and I’m so glad to be here with you right now, you don’t understand how happy you make me, and I’m so lucky to wake up to you every morning...” He said pausing to take a breath in. Meanwhile, this was all too much for you. This romantic setting, being in the arms of your lover and his loving words that hit you like a truck, and soon enough you started crying.

“Noooo, why are you cryingg?” He whined, wiping your tears. You just laughed and shook your head. He gasped and then realised.

“Wait, you don’t think I’m proposing to you, do you? I’m not just yet don’t worry?” You just hit his shoulder and mumbled an “I know” through your tears

“I don’t think words will ever be able to describe how much I love you” He said rubbing his nose against yours and you almost died inside from the cheesiness. He grabbed your face with both hands and made you face him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly. You just laughed at the way he still asked for permission even after 4 years of dating. You nodded your head, and he inched closer until you both locked lips. Despite dating for over 4 years, sparks flew every time you kissed. He grazed his tongue gently against your bottom lip asking for entry and you allowed him, deepening the kiss. He explored your mouth and even made contact with your tongue. You lips locked together perfectly as if they were made for each other and you couldn’t have wished for a better experience than this, romantically locking lips with your lover atop the Eiffel tower.

Yunho:

You and Yunho had been dating for around 2 years or so and had started getting quite comfortable in your relationship. Being merely strangers after meeting on a dating app, the idea of sex never really came up over the past few month. Now however, you were definitely not strangers and Yunho was starting to feel emotions and feelings he couldn’t describe. You on the other hand, were quite happy with the pace of your relationship and didn’t notice anything wrong.

All of a sudden, after being gone for an entire week, for filming a camping series with ateez, he realised how much he missed you. He came back and when he was greeted by you wearing nothing but his top and some underwear, with your gray bra visible, he started to understand these feelings. It was lust, desire and need. You noticed how he would get a little closer than usual and kissed you for longer. You loved the attention, but knew something was off.

After he had kissed you against the kitchen counter for what felt like the 20th time, you confronted him.

“Yunho-yah, did you really miss me this much” You said, with an innocent smile plastered on your face. Yunho smiled even bigger than you and rubbed you cheek with his palm.

“I want to tell you something, follow me” He held your hand and dragged you to the couch, sitting you down facing him.

“What is it? Is everything alright?” You said a a little worried.

“Yes, well, I don’t know... Y/n... I hope you won’t judge me when I say this, but I know we’ve been dating for a while and I just wanted to know if you’re ready” He said cautiously

“Ready for what?” You asked nonchalantly, fixing a strand of his hair

“Ready to have sex with me” He whispered, a little unsure

“oh” was the only thing you managed to get out.

“It’s totally alright if you don’t want to just yet, I just want to know how you feel.” He said grabbing ahold of your hands, but you flinched away and he immediately felt guilty for bringing up the topic.

“No, no I want to, I want to be intimate with you, it’s just can we give it some time? This is a little much to process, and I would love to have my first time with you, but I just- I just don’t think I’m ready yet, I’m sorry” You said, looking down feeling guilty for turning him down life that.

“No, no please don’t apologise hun, take your time, I’m sorry I brought it up” He said. He gave you your own time and space to process it, but opened his arms wide for a hug and you gladly accepted, snuggling into his embrace, he kissed your head and you fell asleep.

The fact that you didn’t rush it only made your first time more special. It was on a holiday after a few more months of dating and approval of the relationship from both your parents too. The setting was perfect too, he had booked a private villa near the beach and you were so grateful. He took his time and consistently asked if you were okay. You agreed and were thankful to have waited a little longer, because now you were a 100% sure and were able to show all your love.

Yeosang:

You and Yeosang had met recently through a mutual friend and were on your 5th or 6th date. By this point, you were comfortable enough to have invited him over to your house to watch a movie together, nothing too extreme. It was a movie that you found out he was actually waiting for, so when he arrived and saw the choice of movie, he immediately got excited.

Throughout the first hour, you both were slightly awkward, as he kept watching the movie, not concentrating on you, while you couldn’t get your eyes off of him. You stared at his perfect jawline, and his dimly lit face, that cast harsh shadows of his nose and lips, outlining their perfect shape. You unintentionally sighed, from the lack of attention, and he immediately looked at you. He panicked wondering what was wrong. He saw how you had your arms folded and mouth in a pout and realised you were upset. When you looked back at him and he was still looking at you, you immediately blushed and he realised what you wanted. He opened his arms, ushering you to scoot closer and snuggle into him, to which you smiled at the offer. You gladly accepted, snuggling into his embrace taking in his scent. After a while, you started to get sleepy though, and couldn't help yourself but fall asleep in his comfortable embrace. Meanwhile, he kept watching the movie and when realised you had fallen asleep, a look of pure adoration was evident on his face. He took his phone and snapped a few pics of you secretly, while you were snuggled into him.

He observed the way your eyes were fluttered shut, long eyelashes frayed on your cheeks and your messy hair, snuggled into his embrace. He set the picture as his wallpaper and fell asleep onto you too. About an hour later, the both of you woke up, only to see the movie was over, and you both were snuggled into each other, face merely inches apart. You moved closer to his lips, looking back up into his eyes and he nodded. You pressed a long kiss to his soft lips and he smiled into the kiss.

He got up and you saw a notification pop up on his screen, only to be greeted by your sleeping figure as his wallpaper. He panicked and tried to defend himself.

“I’m sorry, I took a photo of you secretly, I should have asked before, I probably seem like such a creep I’m sorry, I can remove it if you’d like” He rambled.

“No, no, I actually find it quite cute that you have a picture of me as your wallpaper. Thank you for clarifying with me though, I appreciate that you asked me if was alright to have my photo, especially since, I kind of need to prepare beforehand, I look weird in candid photos” you laughed and he held your hands.

“Y/n, I think you look good all the time so please don’t think otherwise, but don’t worry, I won’t take photos if you don’t want me to” He said. You just shook your hand dismissing him and snuggled back into his embrace.

“It’s alright Yeo, I actually like it, so don’t worry” You whispered into his neck and he got chills immediately.

You just chuckled at his cuteness and appreciated the fact that he asked if you were okay with him taking the photos.

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