#ateezxreader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wooyoungwitchcakle · 3 months

Text

The Big League

You’re Y/N L/N. Aka Big Sug, the front person of your 5 person group. You guys shot to stardom by uploading some of your original self produced songs on YouTube, which then caught the eye of a major big named artist. But as of right now, instead of laying tracks and recording for your 6th album, you are doing a live on TikTok conversing with fans/ doing your makeup.

“So user @mymonkeyballs is asking if any of the members are single. OOO yes! If you know any nice ladies that love a sassy man send them our way thanks!” Then your brother/ manger Xiuan L/N storms in and takes your phone, “Alright Sug your live is over.” You put down your eyebrow pencil and pout. “But Xi I wasn’t even done!” He gives you the side eye and locks your phone. Knowing Xi, he was waiting for the opportunity to bust in and ruin it anyway.

“Did you even read half the comments people were saying on there? They keep asking if you’re a boy or a girl.” He says while messing with your wigs in your walk in closet. “I as starting to get mad so be glad I ended it instead of cussing people out.” You huff, lean back in your desk chair and cross your arms over your chest. “They only say that cause I’m flat chested. If you and artist would let me take time off to get a BBL, the questions would stop.” Xi *tsks* and tries on your 70 inch red wig. “Xi are you even listening?” “I was.” You turn to the door and see one half of the twin duo, Dae-hyun, standing up against the frame. “How.. how.. You know what? Forget it. As a matter of fact, take Mr. Minaj with you!” Xi then turns around, now wearing sunglasses and a pair of your highest heels. “I was aiming for Cardi B!” “I don’t care! OUT!” Dae-hyun takes your wig off of Xi and leads him out by his collar.

Later on that night, you have a meeting with your producer, who has a big announcement. “Hey Hey!” He says watching you all file in. As a 5 person group, it can be hard getting along and making sure the personalities mesh well and so everybody’s talents can shine. But since all of you basically grew up together, you know how to mix and mesh, and also able to step back so other members can shine. “So what’s the news? I’m missing my shows for this,” the other half of the twin duo, Dae-seong, whined. “I had 3 new episodes coming on tonight!” Your producer pats him on that back and apologizes for interrupting his shows. “So you know how you guys wanted to collab with someone who’s pretty popular in South Korea? We got a very hot group called ATEEZ to put out a mini album with you guys.” Dae-hyun actually starts screaming and jumping as soon as he hears ATEEZ. “YES! MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED!” You and Xi turn and look at him. “Why are you so excited?” Dae-hyun, who has had a small smile the whole time, starts smirking.”I get a free trip to my homeland on the company's dime. And I get to see the guy who I’ve been carrying in League for the past 4 years.” Ah, now you get it. He’s killing several birds with one stone. Right as Xi was about to get on Dae-hyun for being selfish, your producer cuts him off. “Oh! I called you guys in here so we can meet on video before a face to face meeting. You know, intros and all that.” Xi then nods and puts his manager hat on. “Alright everyone listen up! This could potentially lead to our first #1 hit in South Korea. So please make a good impression and be on your best behavior. Now line up so I can check everyone out.”

Pretty soon you, Xi, Dae-seong, Dae-hyun, Blayze (the last and quietest member), and your producer were sitting in front of a big TV. You and Dae-hyun turned to each other, straightening hair and clothing so you don’t look too disheveled. “How’s my skin?” You ask, moving your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “Glowing, sparking, beautiful and gorgeous! Your caramel skin is cramelling.” You frown at that. “Don't ever say that again.” “Noted. So how do I look?” You look at him for a second, then fix his front bangs and his eyebrows. “Ethereal. Wonderful. Beautiful. I’m loving the tan you got when you went to California.” He grins and then moves back to his seat. “I know I just wanted to hear it again.” Xi’s quiet murmuring to himself is stopped when you see a video call coming through. He mentions for everyone to stand up as the call is connecting. As soon as it does you see 8 Korean men, with various eye popping hair colors come on the screen “8 makes 1 team! Hello, we are ATEEZ!” They say after bowing. At the count of three, you and the other four members bow and then take turns introducing yourself. “Hello I’m the manager, guitarist and leader Xiuan L/N. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“Hello! I’m the bassist and best looking member Dae-hyun Lee! Just call me DK!” He throws a peace sign, but the can hear him yelp off camera. Dae-seong sighs.

“Hello, I’m the other guitarist and the other half to Dae-hyun, Dae-seong Lee. Just call me DT.” He bows then goes to check on his brother.

“Good evening. I’m the drummer and the quiet one. My name is Blayze Matthews.” He also bows then stiffly walks off. “Is that everybody? We were told there were 5 of you.” You slowly walk up and face the camera. “Hello. I’m the front person of the group,” You look directly to the camera with an unwavering stare. “Just call me Big Sug.”

#ateexblack reader ateezxreader

0 notes

anonnie-in-wonderland · 2 years

Text

Story Ideeeeaaas!

Note: These are all ideas I intend to write. Thus, they are not prompts up for grabs. Please respect that they belong to this blog and do not take them without permission, thanks! Feel free to send an ask about which project you would be interested in seeing next~

BTS

Blue Soul Requiem (OT7!BTSxIsekai’d!OC)

Summary: Han Jieun is used to being a background character in her own life. There is always someone else around who shines brighter, leaving her to play a supporting role. Who knew getting a copy of an unreleased manuscript would uproot her mild life, and place her smack in the middle of an isekai situation as the heroine’s younger cousin?

Call Me Crazy… (OT7!BTS/Reader)

Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.

Monsta X

One of a Kind (OT7!Supernatural!Monsta X/Supernatural!Reader)

Summary: Shy scholarship student Y/N was hoping college would be her chance to spread her wings and find her confidence. Especially because at Somē University, eighty-five percent of the student body are supernaturals, just like her. But the excitement of a fresh start is slightly dampened by a mix up with her housing, putting her in a male dorm with not one, but seven popular boys! And even if Y/N can adapt to her new living situation, being sucked into their world might have more than one deadly twist.

Ateez

Cracking the Code (OT8!AteezxHacktivist!Reader)

Summary: Y/N has a pretty nice life—if you ask her—as a shut-in, bonafide computer geek, and upcoming software developer. All of it comes crashing down when her meddling grandfather gets involved, practically blackmailing her into finding a roommate. Reluctantly putting out an ad, Y/N is not prepared for the response it gets. Eight candidates in particular stand out…because they’re the various school bullies of her past. Under normal conditions she would never voluntarily share a roof with them, but she’s running out of time, and well, maybe they’ve changed.

How to Win Friends and Influence Mobsters (OT8!Stepbrother!AteezxReader)

Summary: L/N Y/N has always found a way to get by with resilience and pluck. She’s had to, growing up an orphan and then being forced to put her dreams on hold to support herself. A strange encounter becomes life-changing when she saves an eccentric businessman who sets out to pay her back...by adopting her. Well past the point of needing someone to raise her, she’s reluctant at best, but he is nothing if not persistent. Giving in might just lead to the family she’s always secretly held out hope of having. But her life has always taught her to expect the unexpected, and that comes in the form of eight new brothers intent on spoiling her. It also comes in the revelation that her wealthy new father’s business may not be strictly....legal. Y/N has just become a mafia princess.

Got7

Not By the Moon (OT7!Werewolf!Got7xShapeshifter!Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) has lived her life under the hot spotlights of a tent, performing in a circus. Until the manager of the show feels she isn’t bringing in as much money with her act as she use to, and puts her up for auction. Managing to escape, she’s found and mistaken for an ordinary dog, not the shapeshifter she actually is. Though it’s hard to complain when the seven boys who ‘adopt’ her are all so warm, a pack of young werewolves living in the city. She could almost get use to this life, to them...until her past comes back to bite.

Stray Kids

Winter Wishes (OT8!StrayKidsxHybrid!Reader)

Summary: Despite the popular rise of hybrids as companions, very few people pay much attention to livestock hybrids like her. With bad vision and a skittish nature, Y/N isn’t so sure about the prospects of finding a forever home. Especially when her last home was less than stellar. But one fateful winter night, on the verge of a bad snow storm coming…someone sees her.

[Working Title] (OT8!StrayKidsxReader)

Summary: L/N Y/N is the star of Love Dust, a very upscale and exclusive escort club. But there's darkness underneath all the glitz and not very much glamor. Y/N’s holding out for a miracle she’s sure will never come, resigned to live her life in the predatory clutches of her boss. Until word that the club has come under new management in a hostile takeover. It’s only natural to inspect a purchased property, and when the new owners meet the young woman who’s the biggest draw every evening, they’re smitten.

Seventeen

[Working Title] (OT13!SVTxReader)

Summary: Down on her luck and drowning in debt, Aiha is forced to take drastic action. That being becoming the newest addition to an agency that specializes in high-end companions for wealthy clients. It’s initially out of her comfort zone, but the pay is incredible and she doesn’t see much other way. But several days into her debut, and still not being chosen, she feels close to giving up…until new clients take an interest.

NCT

[Working Title] (OT??NCTxReader)

Summary: When you’re hot young professionals looking for a true connection, the dating pool can be…interesting at the best of times, and pathetic at the worst. L/N Y/N wouldn’t really know about that though. She’s given up on relationships, preferring to spend her nights serving up drinks and blocking out any reminders of her past in the upscale bar she works at. The new customers she’s been striking up conversations with every night are a fun distraction, and they happen to appreciate a down to earth bartender willing to give some honest advice every now and then. None of them ever thought in their moment of need, they’d be coming to her with a very peculiar proposition…marry them to get the guardian who doesn’t approve of their girlfriend off their backs.

#upcoming writing projects #bts fanfic #nct fanfic #seventeen fanfic #ateez fanfic #got7 fanfic #monsta x fanfic #stray kids fanfic #kpop x reader #bts x reader #stray kids x reader #monsta x reader #got7 x reader #nct x reader #ateez x reader #seventeen x reader

36 notes · View notes

potatomountain · 1 year

Note

have you cross posted inherited demons on ao3? because i would love to download it onto my kindle if you have, the story is truly better than some published novels out there

I have actually! I'll have the link below so feel free to check it out! I guess i could add it to the masterlist too huh? haha

but thank you so much that means a lot to hear! I really want to be a published, and potentially best selling author some day <3

Inherited Demons (ateezXreader) (64932 words) by Cutiepiedoom Chapters: 18/? Fandom: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: ATEEZ Ensemble/Reader, Kim Hongjoong/Reader, Park Seonghwa/Reader, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ) & Reader, Kang Yeosang/Reader, Song Mingi & Reader, Choi San (ATEEZ)/Reader, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)/Reader, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ)/Reader Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: Demon Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Demon Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Demon Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Demon Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Demon Choi San (ATEEZ), Demon Kim Hongjoong, Demon Park Seonghwa, Demon ATEEZ, Demon Kang Yeosang, Demon Sex, Demon/Human Relationships, Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex, Polyamory, eight lovers, Yandere, Yandere Choi San (ATEEZ), Yandere Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Yandere Kim Hongjoong, yandere seonghwa, yandere mingi, yandere yeosang, yandere jongho, Family Member Death, Demons, lots of blood eventually, willadd tags as i go, just winging it, dealing with grief, Grief/Mourning, Comfort/Angst, lots of swearing, POV First Person, heartbreaker kang yeosang, Heavy BDSM, lots of kinks Summary: Reader insert first pov type oc. reader x Ateez. This was inspired by a fanfic i read on Tumblr (and they did it better tbh, its their pinned post) so go check it out: mint-yooxgi.tumblr.com "When my beloved Great Aunt Lilith passed away, I inherited all that belonged to her: her fortune, estate, and also the eight 'charges' that lived with her since the last time I saw her. Except none of that sounded right, I didn't even know she had others living with her after 4 years. I just wanted to uncover the hidden truths my beloved Aunt left me, but that was impossibly hard while dealing with the affections of 8 gorgeous men that didn't seem human at all." or mc inherits her aunts things only to find out Auntie made a deal with some demons and all those demons wanted was MC

#ao3fic #read on ao3 #inherited demons #ask answered #ask and it is given #ask and ye shall recieve

5 notes · View notes

bunnie-the-lighthouse · 2 years

Text

𝐼’𝓂 𝐸𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹

Pairing: ATEEZ Kang Yeo-Sang x Reader

Warnings: None. It’s quite fluffy -- it’s been a while since I typed something fluffy hehe.

Basic Idea: Something happened to Yeo-Sang, safe to say, for you it’s good but for him… It’s questionable.

Type: Fluff

Inspiration: I don’t even know at this point.

Note: Happy New Year, everyone! Yet another year has gone by, that’s insane. As I’ve been incredibly dead the past few months (the last time I posted an imagine was in September 2021 lmao), I decided to start the year properly with a new imagine! Consider it my New Year gift to you guys!~

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“_____!” a voice roared as you jumped. “What happened?!” you yell back as you then turn around, placing down the knife you were holding as you were chopping vegetables for dinner.

Instead of getting a reply, you hear whimpering. “Yeo-Sang?” you question while going over to your shared bedroom. The door was locked so you couldn’t even open it, worriedly, you knocked on it a few times.

“Yeo-Sang-Ah?” you ask as the door then clicks, meaning that it has been unlocked. You slowly open the door to see two furry ears peak out from behind. But what was weird about them was that they weren’t like a normal cat’s size. They were…

Human sized?…

You then saw the left ear flicker softly, a tail swishing behind the door as Yeo-Sang poked his head out a bit more. His eyes were slightly watery as the protruding cat ears made him feel overwhelmed.

“What did you put in the food yesterday?” he murmured softly while looking away as your mouth was agape. You then shook your head, “Why are you accusing me? I didn’t put anything weird!” you defended yourself as you were also dumbfounded as to why he had suddenly…

Become a cat.

“Hmph…” Yeo-Sang huffed out as his tail swished side to side. Clearing your throat, you looked away, “Can you at least let me see the damage?” you asked as he screeched. “No!” he immediately replied, flustered and embarrassed.

“Please?” you pout as he closed the door. You huffed out sadly as the door then opened again. You then gasp at the full view. Tanky Yeo-Sang… With cute cat ears and a nervously swishing tail.

“You look so adorable!” you cooed while launching yourself to hug him. His body tenses up as you wrapped your arms around him, you then squeal as he whines, “Stop, stop!” he says while attempting to push you away.

Pouting, you let him go as he quickly goes over to the other side of the room. “I don’t want to be seen like this… The others will make fun of me!” he whined as you sighed, “But how are we going to fix you up if we don’t get this checked?” you question as he huffs.

“Seriously, what was in the food last night?” he asked as you thought for a moment. “It was just some salmon, asparagus, and rice — what could go wrong with that?” you questioned as he sighed.

As he looked dejected, his cat ears also drooped down, together with his tail. You then sniff, catching Yeo-Sang’s attention as his ears perk up at the sound of you sobbing. “_____?” he asks worriedly as he then sees you crying.

“You. Are. So. Adorable!” you cry as he looks at you with a disappointed yet unsurprised face. His cheeks then become a rosy color after you had attacked him with your hug.

You raise your hand up to rub his fluffy black ears as he tenses momentarily but then melts with your touch. His chest then rumbles as something similar to a purr came out of his mouth.

He then wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning into you as his tail stood upright, as if to say that he was happy. “Hmm? Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to annoy you?” you said while pulling your hand away.

He whined as his tail immediately fell down. He then looked away, “I never said that…” he trailed off as he then tried to lean his head into your hand.

But you ran away before he could do that. “Sorry~ I gotta go do breakfast~” you sung teasingly as he huffed again and went out of the room to chase you down.

Safe to say, you had a human-sized half-human kitty follow you around the entire house asking for pats and hugs. Although it was sometimes scary to just see a grown man running towards you, the relaxing periods of cuddling and petting were rewarding.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hi people, it’s me, ya boi Bunnie.

It’s been a long time since I uploaded, hasn’t it?

I want to say that it’s been an incredible journey to be with you guys in 2021 -- and so has it been for ATEEZ. Man, I’m proud of em, they truly went through the thick and the rough and came back even stronger. First, they participated in Kingdom, then they also participated in Immortal Songs, had a whopping 5 comebacks (if you count the Japanese album and their collaboration with Kim Jong-Kook), and -- overall they had a crazy year.

It truly was an amazing year and I don’t have enough words to describe how amazing and grateful I am for passing another year with ATEEZ.

But, I also want to focus on you guys! I really am glad to have met y’all this year -- legit, I started posting my stuff on Tumblr in January of 2021 and it’s been amazing to see the amount of support I’ve received. I hope you all were able to celebrate New Year’s Eve with your family and friends.

As for imagines, I have been working on many projects but due to school work and mental health, I’ve been having trouble in getting motivation to continue them. I’ve also getting lots of author’s block and overall, it’s just been a bit hard to keep on creating new scenarios.

However, I will still try to do some more scenarios, if you have any request, you could also tell me — getting requests actually make me feel more motivated so feel free to send me a DM!

But without further ado, Happy New Year and I hope you guys have a great 2022!

Stay safe, stay hydrated, you’re loved and have a great day/night!

46 notes · View notes

writecsn · 3 years

Text

ATEEZ reaction : S/O Waking them up with kisses

first post >< if you know my instagram then yes i am on tumblr too hehe plus um...sorry if the y/n in this reaction is described as skinny but srry i couldn’t write something more than this

no warnings because this is a soft doe cute asf reaction *sobs* gEnTLy (i wrote this after my science paper so do not fucking judge lmfao)

hongjoong

a soft but exhausted sigh left your mouth as you’ve been trying to wake your husband up for almost an hour now, an idea popped in your mind as a smug smirk spread against your lips “sweetheart, wake up” cooing it again you lean to plant kisses all over hongjoong’s face.

at first he wiggled and lean backwards as his eyes flutter open dramatically he smiled as he lazily brought up his arms to wrap it around your small waist.

“please, lets just sleep baby”

seonghwa

you turned around to see your husband’s muscles tensing up and wiggling as he shifted his position, checking the timing it was already late for him and you knew his members are going to be mad.

“darling” you softly cooed in his ear while you brushed his morning messed up hair. a smile spread across your smile as you looked at his sleeping figure. not so long after you started leaving wet kisses on his earlobe and behind his ear.

he chuckled and smiled cutely “good morning” he tilted his head over your lips as you kissed his forehead.

yunho

you softly got on the bed after making the breakfast, seeing his sleeping and now heavy figure, you got on top of him softly. making sure he doesnt feel uncomfortable. since you were light weighted he didn’t feel which you got on him.

one kiss planted on his lips, moving to his nose almost 15 times you kissed both of his morning chubby cheeks “ah” he grunted as you playfully slapped his chest “wake up bubba” you said.

his eyes opened, the smile he gave you made him look even more cute because of his morning puffy face. his cheeks were glowing not lying GLOWING.

yeosang

rubbing his back, he was snuggled in your chest like a big giant baby, light and soft snores leaving his lips. you couldn’t help but admire this state of him. he was pretty insecure about it but you were so confused whenever he mentioned it i mean like ?! did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

you leaned downwards to place almost 25 kisses at the same time on his cheeks which got him annoyed. he woke up with a grumpy look “come on baby wake up”

he looked at you with now his grumpy face, you pouted “not now, i want to cuddle with you and you can’t stop me” he rolled his eyes as he went back snuggling in your chest.

san

he was sleeping with hugging onto his pillow since you left to make breakfast, you could see his palms slowly moving and rubbing on the pillow like a baby, smiling at him you walked over him.

you laid your entire body on him letting him feel your weight, it didn’t matter to him anyways, “angel” you called him by the sweet name. no response, shaking him again you called for his name, again no response.

feeling tired of this you licked your lips to get it wet as you placed a kiss on side on his forehead, to his cheeks, to his jawlines and then to his ears. he giggled at the sensation as his eyes open lazily.

he shifted his position so your body would completely be on his bare chest, he then pouted his lips asking for a kiss, you knew your kiss always turns out to be a tongue one so you moved your lips back “no kisses you didn’t brush”.

mingi

“baby” you massaged his feet softly trying to wake him up, rolling your eyes at his loud snores you rubbed his buttcheeks and spanked them as he moaned “what you need” he said, interested.

nothing was working so you tried his weakness, moving up towards his neck you planted soft and wet kisses over his sharp nose, sharp jawline 3 times each. he practically smiled and giggled “bub don’t- i”

wooyoung

he was facing the otherside, where the window led so the sunlight ray was directly falling over his angelic face, he grunted and moved to your side keeping half of his body on you.

you moaned as you hit him up with a pillow, which irritated wooyoung as he clicked on his tongue “what the fuck” he sleeply said as you threw the pillow away and attacked him with a kiss.

he chuckled and found it cute “two more minutes i promise”

jongho

he wasn’t a deep sleeper but today, he was all tired so you deicded to make him take rest and don’t work himself alot. but it was 2:00pm already and you were bored.

going inside your bedroom, you jumped on the bed as you kissed his forehead while playing with his soft and smooth hair, he softly smiled at your touch.

you kissed his nose and cheeks, bopping his nose few times he kept flinching at your cold fingers touching so you decided to stop and go out, but he held your arm and pulled you on top of him “come here jagi”

#ateezimagines #ateezsan #ateez #ateezreactions #ateezxreader #ateezimagine #ateez x you

26 notes · View notes

burgerkang000 · 3 years

Text

Neverland (s.mg)

Uhm so pretty angsty, am i right

I should really make this a proper fic

but we lazy

Every one’s heard of Peter Pan right? If you haven’t you might as well leave (Like seriously), it was your most favourite fairy tale. Ever since you heard the story, you were fascinated by the boy who refused to grow, the boy’s whose youth was ever green and could fly with the help of fairy dust.

Mingi was your Peter Pan. No, he couldn’t stay young forever, but you felt young when you spend time with him. Everywhere he went, everything looked younger, more beautiful, more protuberant, more worth looking at once again.

Peter Pan would show up at the Darling’s house, and then would whisk away Wendy and her brother’s. You like to think that Mingi shows up too, every night, without fail and take you and only you away.

They would marvel at the world below them, you and Mingi would steer through the world that worked against you; you’d like to just sit in a closed off place and talk about the evils of the world, more interested than disturbed, marvelling at the possibility of how the world could be so cruel.

Do you know why Peter Pan and Captain Hook were enemies? He cut off his hand. You sometimes think Mingi was mischievous in a cruel way like that, like how Peter Pan would go around cutting People’s hand for no apparent reason, Mingi would spread chaos where he went too.

They would fly to the star and enter Neverland, where in Peter pan Neverland is a place where mythical creatures and our character’s live, with amazing twists, your Neverland was filled with peaceful quiet, getting into that car of his and driving to another different closed off place either of you found and just basking in the peace of existing in a place filled with evil. Your Neverland was monochrome, not colourful, dull and peaceful, quiet, filled with the smell of cigarette ash, filled with empty soda cans and takeout food, filled with the smell of leather. Your Neverland only had two people, you and Mingi. Your Neverland was always in the night, while Peter Pan’s Neverland was day, yours was night, filled with the gentle hum of night breeze and calmness, filled with quiet talks and murmurs, stolen glances, radiating warmth, droopy eyelids and air con.

Peter Pan in the end belongs to Neverland, he would come out and play with ordinary children and show them his not-so ordinary world. You felt exactly like that, Mingi would take you to his beautiful world, where just one sentence he utters can make you question everything you believed in, Mingi’s un-ordinary world was filled with sayings and quotes, opinions and debates, writings that make you lose sleep for days, but it was like a drug, you can never get enough of it. Maybe it was more compelling, because you’ve never seen anything like it before.

There was a part of the book that you really liked, it was when Peter Pan’s shadow was torn off, so miss darling rolled it away and kept it in a drawer, and when he returned Wendy stitched it for him. You think you took care of Mingi like that, you’d do anything he asked, would go high and low for him, ask him to show you the extraordinary of his world and sit there and slowly die for him, slowly evaporate into a world of unrealism. Neverland was fictional for a reason.

Neverland, you’d like to think is a metaphor for youth, a place for youth, filled with youth, and people who weren’t? They don’t belong there, you don’t belong there.

Peter Pan forgot Wendy within time, in a place filled with youth, surrounded by youth, why would Peter Pan want Wendy? She was left behind and forgotten, in the house with a dog for a house maid. And a person who made the world seems younger, why would he need you?

Peter Pan is ever young and so is his world, how does Wendy belong there?

Like Wendy you were forgotten, left behind in this ordinary world, only left to remembering what it was like, to have a boy who refused to age whisk you away into extraordinary void of unrealism. Peter Pan is known as evil for a reason.

Peter Pan is called a psychopath for a reason.

He gave kids a metamorphic heaven and let them spend time there along with him and then shut the door on their faces.

You might have heard the less dark version of Peter Pan as a kid, people have heard the nicer version of how you and Mingi drifted away, but no one but you knew the pain, the amount of days you spent holed up in four walls of misery, wanting to visit your Neverland, wanting to visit your Peter Pan.

You’d never see the world turn young in his presence; you’d never see how dull grey streets merged together like black charcoal and paper to create a beautiful drawing. You’d never see the cynical things he’d do, the cynical things that you too, now seem to want to do, you’d never navigate the evil of the world together. You’d never see thoughts that had so complex meaning behind them; the confusion appears in your dreams.

It hurt more that you were forgotten, waiting at the window every day for him to fly in and take you away, but he never shows up, not anymore.

But you’ve picked yourself up, something that keeps you going is the bizarre, dream like adventures you’ve went on, the feeling that you were floating, the feeling that he has pulled you along with him to his land, it keeps you going. You despise yourself for going on in life because of him, when the reason you stopped for a while was him. But it’s not like they can blame you, the once stranger that has made so much impact on your life, showed you your Neverland that wouldn’t exist without him, a place where there was eternal freedom, was taken away from you, the person who you spent days falling in love with also slowly drifted away.

No one can blame you for not knowing how to un-love Song Mingi.

28 notes · View notes

khadijatries · 3 years

Text

The End And Beginning- Ateez Fanfic

(Seonghwa x Y/N (Bibi))

(SONG REC: I’M SORRY- THE ROSE)

Bibi was hoping it would feel different when she saw his face. She’d hoped she flushed him out of her system by now.

The Earth continued to spin. The stars they had watched together still glowed impossibly through the universe, just as they did then. She wanted to tell them to shut up. To beg them to disappear already because they were dead anyway. Why couldn’t they go quietly.

Or maybe it was her feelings she was talking to. Because as she stood in the middle of the carpark, with her hands trembling from cold or emotion, tucked into her pockets, she felt like he was the answer. As though if she didn’t run to him right then, she would die.

She tilted her head, hoping that maybe the different angle would provide new perspective on how she felt. That perhaps she was overreacting, and this situation was not all she felt like it was.

Nope. Still handsome. Still painful.

She wondered whether seeing him sitting alone on the speaker box, without the guitar he fine tuned before every performance, looking like more of a wreck than her, should have made her felt better.

Huffing out an ironic laugh, she concluded that she would have felt the same if he’d been sitting with all of his fangirls and laughing raucously, completely happy and satisfied.

Sniffing away her tears, she reached out to him with glassy eyes and pretended to grab his tiny figure and put him in her pocket. She’ll keep this feeling, to remember the ache.

A deep breath, a slow eyelid shutter, a pivot on her heels.

She wouldn’t stay. Neither of them deserved that.

But when the car door closed in a sort of finality she didn’t expect, her flood gates didn’t hold, and Bibi found herself sobbing into the image of her love, isolated from the world because of what they had done.

And yet, all they had done, was fall in love and hope.

Seonghwa knew she was there.

He stayed impossibly still, his heart violently hammering inside his chest, sweat dripping down his brow from the effort it took not to get up and just go to her. Even if she didn’t accept it, he wanted to get on his knees and say, ‘I’m sorry’, and ‘Don’t go’.

None of it would’ve made a difference since she’d made up her mind. They both did. He’d been part of that decision. It was never okay though.

Not when the idea occurred to him. Not when he voiced his opinion to his best friend. Not when he told Bibi. Not when she’d agreed. Not when he walked away. Not when she didn’t answer his calls after his regret.

At every turn his mind, body and soul screamed NO. WRONG. STOP.

He looked down at his phone, at the picture of her eating ramyeon in the middle of the night outside her apartment. He called her that day to tell her that he would never let her go, even if she wanted to leave she couldn’t. She laughed and said she’d never want to. That was months ago.

His grip tightened as the 2 minutes he expected her to stand in the crowd to attain her closure extended into 10 minutes. 15…

Once the clock his 8 30, he would go to her.

But at 8 27, she turned on her heel and Seonghwa couldn’t help but leap after her, frantically searching for her car as the crowd grew thicker, and the concert began.

It didn’t take long to spot it, and her, with dark hair all that was in view as she shook and banged her head against the hooter.

Seonghwa’s heart crumbled, and he did fall to his knees, clutching his chest, muttering apologies, telling her not to go, and desperately swallowing back all his despair.

This distance and separation, besides being unusual for them, was too cruel. But Seonghwa promised that his desire to never let her go would never fade, and that ultimately he would be by her side again.

(SONG RED: ABYSS- JIN BTS)

The birds were talking again. Their incessant chirping was infuriating today, especially since they were talking about her.

“Ah, the poor thing. She hasn’t moved an inch since yesterday.” Bird 1 said, watching her pitifully from its daily perch in front of her window. “I hope she finished the research she was busy with.”

“As if.” Bird 2 scoffed, studying her dishevelled clothes, and unwashed hair. “Is she even still breathing? She hasn’t blinked since we got here.”

Bibi blinked to reassure the birds and slumped deeper onto her desk.

“Poor thing. This must be her first time.”

“What do you mean ‘must be’? It shows that it is.”

“Be nice! She’s going through a lot right now.”

“YEAH BE NICE!” Bibi suddenly got up from her chair, the exhaustion finally getting to her, influencing her degree of delusion.

Just then, the bedroom door shut, and she swivelled around in shock to see her mother standing quietly at the door like she was the one being caught in an insane rage.

“Good morning.” She said sheepishly, approaching Bibi slowly, so as not to startle her already shaken child.

Bibi slumped back into her chair. “What’s good about it?”

Her mother sat at the edge of her bed and studied her quietly. She was worried, of course. Bibi had deep bags beneath her usually clear eyes, and her decisiveness was missing.

“Its Monday.” Her mother said. “And I wanted to remind you that you have work today.”

“I’ll call in sick.”

Her mother nodded, trusting that Bibi had a handle on whatever it is that was happening. “I also wanted to tell you that, although I love having you at home, and your dad is over the moon that you’re staying, we’re both a lot better now, so if you wanted to go back to your apartment, we’d be okay with it.”

“I won’t go till dad is in the clear.” It wasn’t a lie, per say. It was the half truth that Bibi was using to convince herself that it was okay to hide here for a bit longer.

“Okay. But if you need to talk about anything I’m here.” She got up to leave hesitantly, hoping Bibi would open up today, after 3 days of staying couped up in her room, not even eating.

“Go to work, Mom, I’ll be fine.” She weakly convinced her mother. It was hard to believe it herself. Usually, she would at least put in an effort to make sure they wouldn’t worry about her, but that seemed like too much for her right then.

After a firm hug and kiss on the cheek her mom left. She waited to hear her car start and then flopped back into bed.

How did things that felt natural and easy just about a month ago feel like they could kill her to do them now. Smiling for her parents’ sake, even if she was completely exhausted or angry was never any effort. It killed her to think she couldn’t muster the will to care. Or even to bath, eat or sleep, let alone working.

Working….

She had a job. One she’d really wanted.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at her ceiling, Bibi gathered all the strength she had to get up, take a shower and get dressed into something remotely appropriate for work.

With a heavy sigh, and wondering just what the hell she thought she was doing, she packed her unfinished research and case files into her bag that felt unnecessarily weighted. She descended the steps in a daze, grabbing a muffin and sitting at the kitchen counter, still deciding whether or not she should be a menace to society by living.

It was easier said than done to focus her thoughts, when everything she saw, heard and smelled reminded her of him. He was everywhere, even without ever having been there. Even though he never sat at the kitchen counter at her parents’ house, he was somehow sitting across from her now with a very suggestive smile. The smile that got him anything he wanted.

“Go away.” she said aloud, wishing he were actually there.

She wasn’t sure if she would swipe everything off the counter and demand he kiss her, or have him in a headlock to choke the living breath out of him so that he would be really gone. Maybe he would haunt her then, and they could-

“Rude.” He said, tilting his head.

Bibi jumped back, off the stool, tripping on her way, but when she looked back up, he was gone. She frantically looked around the empty kitchen, and… on the other end of the counter was Kj.

She was busy picking at her own muffin, unphased that Bibi was having a heart attack.

“… When did you get here?”

“Do you want me to pretend you weren’t talking to yourself about ways to murder someone?” She lifted her brows in question.

Bibi was about to protest when she realised that was probably what she was doing. “Did… you hear anything else I was talking to myself about?”

“What? Making out?” Kj teased. “Not if you didn’t want me to.”

Bibi huffed out a half laugh, completely surprised herself. Kj paused, eyes wide and pointed at her in shock.

“Did you just… laugh?” Kj grabbed her shoulders and studied her face. “Ohmygod, thank goodness. I thought I would have to make friends in the real world and I wouldn’t because I’m completely incapable of human interaction!”

“And what am I?” Bibi protested, kind of feeling a sudden spike in her energy levels.

“Oh you think you’re considered human? After starving yourself for 3 days? After ignoring my calls? After making me wait outside your door all night? You’re a stone cold bitch, my friend.” Kj spoke frankly, not allowing any of the intense concern she felt for her friend to show.

“You were here? In the house?” Bibi didn’t think she was that far gone so as not to notice her presence.

Kj only nodded and stared. Bibi could tell there were many things beneath this façade she was attempting to put up, that Kj wanted to ask. That her mother avoided asking her.

“OKAY I CAN’T TAKE IT!” Kj burst after 2 whole seconds. “I might cry if you continue to give me this blank look.” She waved a hand in Bibi’s face. Let’s fix you.”

Bibi swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, because she too, couldn’t stand her own blank stare, the endless tears and the painful fatigue. “I don’t want to stay this way either.” She admitted.

“GOOD! But first you have to drive me to campus and get to work.” She declared, grabbing Bibi’s keys and heading to the car.

Instead of plugging in their usual playlist, Kj waited for Bibi to start the car and pull out onto the road, then asked, hoping she would let her in after all this time. “Want to tell me what happened now?”

“No.” Bibi replied instantly.

“And why not, Bibi?” Kj was sure to lose her patience today. She didn’t like to push, but she was already angry at the world for putting her best friend in this position to begin with.

“Because you would get unnecessarily angry and hurt for me, and one of us feeling shitty is quite enough.” Bibi justified, attempting to switch on the radio.

Kj switched it off immediately. “Are you dumb?” She looked at her blankly. “Do you just not want me to get mad and Seonghwa and beat his ass?”

Bibi would’ve thought it was joke, and it would have been in any other circumstance, but Kj’s tone wasn’t a joking one. Frankly, she was growing redder by the second, and if she didn’t calm down she would combust. And most probably Seonghwa would get the brunt of it since they were on the same campus, and Bibi couldn’t be there to prevent it.

“The only reason you wouldn’t tell me what was going on is if you thought I would try to do something about it.” Kj was right about that, to be fair. Why else would she not confide in the embodiment of confidante for her. “And that would mean that if you told me, and I did get angry, he did do something to get angry about.”

The longer she spoke about him, the more unstable and displaced Bibi felt.

“I didn’t even tell you anything and you’re on a warpath, trying to defend my honour.” She didn’t realise that she was going to shout, but she did, and soon, tears welled in her eyes. “He didn’t do anything wrong, Kj.”

“Then why won’t you tell me what happened?!” Kj shouted back, her throat also growing thick with held back grief.

“Because that’s my opinion! And yours might be different! Just leave him alone!”

“If you think my opinion would be different, maybe your opinion is wrong!”

Bibi pulled over at the entrance of the campus. “It’s over! That’s all you need to know.”

For the first time since they’d begun to shout at each other, the girls looked at each other. They were both dangerously on the brink of crying, brows crunched together and breathing heavily.

Bibi thought that if she continued to think about him, and remember him, she wouldn’t get through this day.

“I’m not angry that you don’t want to tell me what happened.” Kj confessed, still entirely too high strung to talk at a normal volume. “That’s fine. But I am angry that you’re not okay. I miss my friend and roommate. I miss you! I don’t give a shit about Seonghwa. I want you back!”

“Well I’m so sorry to disappoint you, Kj. I’m fucked up and broken, so teach yourself how to make new friends.”

Kj was taken aback and sprang back like she’d been burned. That hurt, but it brought her anger back to a simmering state as she clenched her teeth and nodded. “You’re hurting.” She said quietly. “But you need to let me help you get through it.”

“Go to campus and focus on your own life.” Bibi said, all too tired to continue listening. She didn’t even really know what words were being exchanged. Her head flopped against the steering wheel and when she looked up again, Kj was gone.

She hoped against hope that Kj didn’t make anyone bleed today.

(SONG REC: BANG CHAN- I DONT WANT TO ADMIT)

Seonghwa was standing by the tree for almost an hour now. At first he felt like he was incognito, ducking everytime he saw a silver car pull up, but now he just seemed like a creep, especially with more and more people arriving closer to class time.

He had to be early since he had a few details of a performance to iron out with his band mates, or at least that's what he told himself.

"Seonghwa, the level of stalker is increasing by the second." Wooyoung reminded him, for the 6th time that morning.

Seonghwa's face heated up in embarrassment taking in his position once again. He was only comforted by Hongjoong giving their younger friend a smack on the head with a textbook.

"Focus Wooyoung!" Hongjoong scolded Wooyoung, and continued to tutor him on the bench nearby. He, Seonghwa and Yeosang were the only members of their band who actually cared about their academics, but they always tried to 'encourage' and 'inspire' all of them.

By that it means it most probably involved a textbook beating, or cutting them off from practicing.

"How much longer are we waiting?" San asked from beside him, in plain view, casually leaning against the trunk.

"San! Get back! She'll obviously see you!" Seonghwa chided, and shoved San back to the bench.

"THERE SHE IS THERE SHE IS!" San pointed. Seonghwa whipped around, only to be disappointed at the youngers joke, accompanied by Wooyoungs laughter.

He cried out in frustration and was ready to beat them both up when he caught sight of her car himself.

At that point, he forgot everything. There was only her.

He didn't want to do anything but take 1 single look. That's all he could afford to take. He deserved nothing else.

He was taken out of his reverie when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He didn't want to take his attention away form her but they were very persistent.

He turned around to find San worriedly pointing at a figure on the pathway, glaring right at him.

Ah. He should have expected this. He was busy thinking about what a big asshole he was.

Kj only stared, however, and continued her run toward campus.

"She does not look happy." Wooyoung quipped. "I would be careful of that one and her resources."

Yeosang wasn't the type to meddle in other people's relationships. But this band became more than 'other people' to him. He would help fix any of their shit in a heart beat. And that kind of scared him. But as he stood, and watched his hyung agonize over, frankly, a very precious gem of a human, a plan began to form in his mind.

8 notes · View notes

armpirate · 14 days

Text

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 14

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: 20 minutes

Y/n: I already arrived!

San: Nice

San: By the way, sorry for the way Mingi showed up

San: He sometimes doesn't know how to read the room.

San: He doesn't know when he's interrupting others

Y/n: What did he interrupt tho?

She clearly knew what he meant. The environment in her car was too heavy not to know, and she was sure she'd have given in if Mingi hadn't reached her car to greet them. She liked his friends, but at that moment she was hating him with a passion.

It was funny messing with San, waiting for him to come up with an answer as he typed, and stopped, a few times before actually sending anything.

Y/n: Were you planning on doing anything?

San: Huh? No, of cuorse not.

San: Nevrmind

San: Have a good night!

He typed so fast, that he didn't even stop to double check whether there were any typos or not. He was so desperate to find an escape, that he didn't care about anything else.

Wooyoung huffed at the way San was hysterically shaking his leg at the corner of his eye, making his whole body squirm as he tried to hold back from calling him out for the constant move.

He was getting on his nerves.

—Can you stay still? You're making me want to rip that leg out of you —Mingi finally interrupted, huffing as he leaned to look straight at San.

—Gosh, you already met her father. You already went through the worst part. What's the big deal? —Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

The big deal was that it wasn't going to be a two against one like the last time, it'd be them two against absolutely everyone who attended the barbeque. One wrong word, one weird move, and they both would be done.

He couldn't disappoint Y/n that way.

—Just stay glued to Y/n if the problem is meeting new people —Mingi suggested, shrugging his shoulders—. I doubt she'll be annoyed with that.

—What if I'm left alone?

He didn't think about it when he agreed to show up at her father's house; that thought didn't cross his mind until Y/n mentioned it a few days back.

—Act like you're in a job interview —Wooyoung shrugged.

—But he's never been in a job interview —Mingi answered for him, confused at that advice.

—I know, I was going to explain myself before you interrupted —momentarily, he turned to Mingi, who instantly sat back in his seat, before he continued—. Keep a neutral face, don't talk. Just wait for the questions, and answer what they ask.

—You do that in job interviews? —Mingi interrupted again— Isn't that the opposite of what you should do? I've always been told you should speak and keep it as dynamic as possib...

—Who has a stable job, and who's an intern? —Wooyoung asked to get back at him, getting complete silence on his side— That's what I thought.

With that advice in his mind, San hopped in Y/n's car as soon as she sent a text to let him know she was there. On their way to her parents' house, his head was a bundle of different thoughts and tips, confused at how he should be behaving, except for the main information Y/n asked him to remember in case he was asked.

It'd be just that day. She only needed him to make as much as possible that afternoon, and then they'd break up.

He was definitely able to do that for her.

Y/n looked at him as she drove, hearing him answer back to all of her questions that were testing him. She was calm, it was only another day in her office personality, with all those same people she faked it for, but she was worried that it'd be a bit harder for San.

—I like your jacket —her comment worked to make some of that pressure vanish, making him raise his eyebrows surprised as he touched the zip of his black bomber—. Not the t-shirt though, I bet the whole outfit would look better without it.

It took her a second to realize what she said, suddenly stopping to press her lips together and try to correct herself. She wanted to say she hated that blue navy Patriots shirt with her whole soul, and it ended up sounding like she was hoping to see him shirtless. Although, after seeing him in that dressing room, she wouldn't really mind it.

His cheeks started burning after that comment, which he knew wasn't with that double intention he thought of almost instantly. It wasn't the idea of being shirtless in front of her, but that sweet and casual compliment coming from her.

—It's right, though? —he tried to know, looking down at himself.

Since it was a barbeque, he chose to keep it his style, mixing his style with that mature vibe she wanted from him. He wasn't quite sure the mix of jeans, team t-shirt and black bomber were a good mix.

—Hmm yeah —she quickly nodded—. What would you wear for a barbeque if it isn't that?

Just like him, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. They'd be completely twinning if it wasn't for the horrendous Patriots shirt she thought he was wearing. It almost seemed like they did it on purpose.

San just looked around after silence slowly invaded the small space of her car, appreciating how beautiful the brown leaves looked on the trees that surrounded the road. He loved that kind of chilly weather, it always helped him to zone out as he went back to visit his parents at the outskirts of Boston.

Y/n turn right, getting inside one thinner road that allowed him to see the big house after she drove for a few meters past the tall trees that kept it hidden. He wasn't expecting the cozy familiar house that his parents had, but he also wasn't expecting that big palace, with a Victorian style.

Her car surrounded the small garden right at the entrance, managing to park her car in front of the few steps that led to the entrance of the place.

—Hey —she called him, aware of the small details that gave out how panicked he suddenly was feeling—. Just be yourself, and say what we talked about —her hand found a spot right at his knee—. They won't mess with you as long as I'm there.

Her joke seemed tougher for him, as she gave him one last skin over his jeans, making his skirt jump so high that he thought it'd escape his throat at any time, feeling relieved when she moved it away.

Before they started their way to the house, Y/n stopped next to him, offering her hand to him, opening and closing her fingers so he'd understand what she wanted. It was a tiny smile, almost imperceptible, but his eyes slightly squinted with that small curve, encouraging her to move her hand to his and intertwine their fingers together.

—We can do this —she assured him.

—We can do this.

His hand felt so warm as it covered hers, that it gave her that little push she needed to start walking. Unlike what he first thought, Y/n surrounded the house, following the stone trail on the side that led to the backyard.

His stomach squeezed at the sound of several masculine and deep laughs from afar, and the smell of braised meat.

It was real. They were actually doing that.

Her hand squeezed his the same way he tried to give support to her, trying to let him know that she was there whatever he needed -and whatever bothered him-, before they turned the corner and met with the big group of people reunited around the table.

—Here they are! —her father mentioned, excitedly.

They only let go of each other's grip when she moved to greet her father and mother, giving them a warm hug before she went back to standing next to San. Her father looked more relaxed and approachable, and it probably was because he wasn't wearing that three piece suit. Instead, his outfit was similar to the one San was wearing, with the only exception being the jacket that Harry wasn't wearing. Her mother looked elegant, but not because of her clothes. Her aura. As she approached him after her father shook his hand, her mother gave him a welcoming hug.

—I'd love to say my daughter was the one I heard about you from, but it was actually my husband the one who talked non-stop about you.

—Mom —Y/n scolded her.

—Come here, I'll introduce you to everyone.

It was incredible what football could do in the way people behaved around each other. From being skeptical of her relationship, to totally being all over San after they found out they both supported the Patriots to death.

It was better for her though. That should make things easier.

San scanned the table, trying to get familiar with all of the faces that were there. They all seemed to have that fake nice facade on their faces as they greeted him, and Y/n knew what those poisoned tongues were planning to say as soon as they got the chance. Although there was a particular person that wasn't hiding his intentions.

Tim looked at San from head to toe, examining his clothes, his body language, his gestures, even the way his bangs covered his forehead in a careless style. He looked even more mediocre in person.

—So this is the secret boy, Y/n? —one of the ladies, sitting at the other side of the table with the rest of the wives, asked.

—He's here. And considering you all knew about it, I don't think calling him a secret is accurate.

Her father turned to her, giving her a soft scolding look before she faked a smile right after. Time to start the act.

Her arm suddenly linked to San's, gluing their bodies together as her head rested on his shoulder.

—How could I even think of hiding him?

San smiled at that sudden cute act, looking down at her. Her head slowly turned in the opposite direction, hiding her face from the people sitting on the table.

—Hold my hand or something —she asked him.

When she turned back to the initial position, San's hand moved hesitantly over her, brushing her hair away and tucking it behind her ear. His fingers felt soft and delicate on her skin.

—Well, you didn't have a problem hiding other boyfriends before —Tim attacked as soon as they both joined them on the table.

—I wasn't serious about them, I think that's quite simple to understand —she answered.

Before the conversation could scalate, her father interrupted to let everyone know that some of the meat was ready for them to eat. San got up with the two plates, letting her get engaged in the conversation they were having across the table about the last product they were planning to launch. Although her father's attention was on the young man, and the way he asked for a knife to take the muscle fiber away from one of the filets. At first, he thought he just had that same hangup as his daughter had, only to realize he was cutting them for her daughter, handing her the plate of the cut meat before he sat next to her again.

—I think it'd be quite interesting to know how you two met —Lina, one of the supplier's wife suggested as they kept eating.

—I love those stories —Mark, her husband, seconded.

—We met through a blind date that a common friend organized —Y/n answered—. The moment I saw him, I knew it —her hand reached to his under the table, moving her arm exaggeratedly so everyone would guess—. We went to that restaurant on the bay, right? It was really romantic. He showed up with a big bucket of flowers... I'm not a big fan of those things, but I could tell he was genuine about it.

—How long have you been dating? —Miranda asked.

—A month —Y/n turned to her—. We hit it off since we met, and we haven't been able to move away from each other ever since.

—That's so sweet —Miranda fawned—. Are you also working in this industry?

—N... no —San finally answered—. I'm an engineer. Since I was younger I was always drawn to that —he laughed nervously—. I spent most of the time on the computer, so why not use it to earn money?

Y/n squeezed his hand tighter, trying to let him know that he was doing fine.

—That sounds like a tough job though —Tim scoffed—. I doubt it's way more than just sitting in front of a computer. Harry told me you've worked in Vancouver for a year, and I've always been curious about what engineers do. Can you tell us a bit of your daily work there?

—I don't think it's necessary to talk about work now —Y/n tried to get in between.

—And I don't think you're San, let the boy speak if he wants —Tim clapped back.

Right what they thought they wouldn't be asked about, came up on the conversation and on the hand of the man Y/n tried to warn him about. His brain was working hard to get through the sudden block he was going through out of nervousness.

—I worked as a web developer with .Net Core and Webix framework at two projects at the same time, I created a solution for multi-class text classification problem using SVM and Random Forest, Implemented Speech to text, optical character recognition, and face detection on the app of the company, used NLP for recommendation system, implemented full-text search with Apache Lucene... —he gave a quick stop— It's alright if you don't understand half of what I'm saying, and I hope you understand I can't explain any easily what they all are. I think you'll understand I can't give much more details because it's all confidential.

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, getting lost in what he was saying after the second sentence, surprised by how convincing and serious he looked about it. Too surprised by his speech to even notice the way her father proudly smiled.

—Y/n is right —he turned to her—. It isn't time to talk about work now —after smiling at her, he turned to her father—. Sir, the meat was great, so delicious and tender.

He was in such a hectic and motivated mode, that he thought he'd explode.

After the lunch had gone by and they were finally alone at the other side of the yard, with the excuse that they wanted to be alone, Y/n finally took the chance to congratulate him for the good work he did during lunch, hitting his upper arm.

—I didn't understand a single thing you said, but it was amazing —she excitedly mentioned—. Did you see Tim's face? —she cackled— God, where did all that come from?

He didn't know himself.

He just didn't like the way he was feeling judged, and the way Y/n was almost being judged as a consequence. He was aware of that man's intentions with his question, and couldn't come up with any other way of shutting him up that wasn't that.

—I just used some things I've heard in class —he shyly answered.

—It was great —she answered back, trying to recognize his merit—. I didn't think they'd be so low to dig into your job like that, but you saved it so well, and you came up with something so fast... You left the standard so high.

More than proud of himself, he was smiling at how excited and fulfilled Y/n looked as she bounced on the spot. While, from afar, the same men that tried to interrogate him about his job were looking at them.

—I still think there's something off about him —Tim clicked his tongue—. They don't look like a couple that are crazy in love and haven't been moving away from each other for a month.

—Don't tell me you're still butthurt over Y/n dumping your son —Josh mocked him.

—What do you want them to do? Make out in front of me? —Harry joined them— I really think he's a good guy, and I'm really happy about my daughter settling down with someone like him.

His daughter seemed happy, San seemed to take good care of her... why would anyone, especially his own father, think ill of their relationship?

After watching the match at her parents' living room, basically pushed to be sitting apart when her father hooked his arm around his shoulders so he'd sit next to him, Y/n got ready to drive him home.

It had been a long day, and it was about time to get all that to an end.

They both were in silence all the way back to his place, with Y/n too deep in her thoughts. She didn't want to drop him off, she wanted to spend more time with him despite spending almost all day together. But she was unsure of whether he also wanted to be around her more than needed.

—You were great today —she commented, quickly shifting her eyes to him before moving them back to the road.

—Was I? —he sighed— I don't really know. But it does seem like everyone ate it up, right?

—Yeah. Linda was so into our date. I don't know what more details she wanted me to tell her. Maybe what color my panties were, or I don't know —she rolled her eyes—. But it turned out better than I expected.

San nodded with a smile, allowing silence to slowly kick back inside her car.

—Hmm, do you have something to do? —her question took him by surprise— I mean, it isn't that late. And since it turned out well, I thought we could celebrate we won't have to do this again.

But would it genuinely be a celebration?

—Yeah, sure —he nodded—. Why not?

It took her less than a minute to come up with somewhere where they'd be comfortable and calm. She had been there before a few times, with one of the several failed dates. She loved the place, to the point where it made up for the awful company she chose to have.

Except for that day.

The other times, there weren't that many people. And maybe it was because it was during weekdays. She should've guessed that showing up there on a weekend, right after a football match, wasn't the best choice. But they both still went inside, walking among the crowd until they found a free small tall table.

San went for the drinks and some chips before she could even think of standing up from the stool, thanking him after the hard time she had to manage to sit up there. Despite being noisy and crowded, it all turned calm and silent around them when he came back with the two bottles and the small plate, joining her back at their table.

—So, any feedback about today? —Y/n asked first.

—It was nice —he simply answered—. Everyone was quite... normal —he shrugged—. Except for that bald man that kept interrogating us.

—Ah, Tim —she nodded—. He's always been an asshole, don't worry. I bet he's still bitter after his son broke up with me, and I didn't want to take him back when he regretted it —she rolled her eyes.

—You were dating his son? —His eyebrows raised in amusement.

—For three years —she answered, eating one of the chips—. He is an unfaithful asshole addicted to crack, and Tim just tries to hide it by burying the others' achievements. That's why he picked it up against us two. I guess he was still hopeful that I'd take his son back one day. And I guess my father was also expecting that, at some point.

—That's why you did this whole thing?

—Well, it's a bit complicated —she tried to explain—. Tom is an asshole, but his family has stability and power. And I guess that my father wants to be sure I have that stability and power for the moment he retires —her lips grimaced—. In part, he does it because his partners will give him a hard time in regards to what I choose to do before he passes the torch to me, and I also think it's just a basic worry of a normal parent. But my dad seemed to miss the point that power and stability aren't just money and a name —she shrugged, moving her eyes up to him.

—If it makes you feel better, I think you'll be a great director one day —he assured her.

—Uh-hum, that's right —she agreed, smiling at his comment—. What about you?

San frowned at her question, not understanding where she was coming from with it.

—I opened up about why I do this, now you need to open up, too.

—Well, I lied and told my friends you were my girlfriend.

—I know that —she interrupted him—. But there has to be something deeper than that.

—None of my friends know about Soundleasure —he admitted—. I was sure they'd have searched up for you online or something, and I guess I was scared you'd tell them how we met.

—Tss, do I look like I'd tell strangers that I used to pay to listen to dirty audios?—she clicked her tongue— I rather keep that perverted side hidden as well —she softly added—. Do you enjoy doing those videos?

—I guess? —he shrugged— It's good to know I can do and say anything behind that name, because no one will judge me or look at me differently. It's like a shield. I manage to dig in on what I like or not, I do things that I wouldn't dare to do in my regular life, and behave in ways that would never cross my mind.

—But you're Soundleasure —she puckered her lips—. You're stopping yourself from doing that. I mean, it's not that your alter ego is a serial killer or a psycho. He's just more confident and eager to do things. You clearly find yourself comfortable in that position, but at the same time you stop yourself because you're scared of that change —her head tilted to the side—. You need to stop yourself from avoiding risks. You think too much about what others might think.

Before he could even answer, an elbow hit the back of his head, making it bang forward before he rubbed his hand against the spot that was hit.

Y/n had seen that group of men being overly loud and annoying, getting way too close to their table without being aware of it, because they were the type to think they owned the place and the people next to them only had to deal with it.

—Hey! I know it's weird for a gorilla like you to be around people, but you need to watch out —Y/n called him out.

—Excuse me? —the man was shocked at her comment, turning to their table again after hearing her voice over the chants.

—You heard me —she snapped back, annoyed—. You hit him, apologize.

—Doesn't he have a mouth to speak? —he turned to San— Does your girlfriend have to speak for you? —the man tilted his head— Why don't you just do what you're supposed to? Sit back on your seat, and keep your pretty mouth shut —he looked back at Y/n.

Something didn't sit right with him with the way that man was speaking to her. He could deal with someone being rude to him, and disrespecting him. But his blood boiled when he dared to look down at Y/n as if she was worth nothing.

—And why don't you take that big fat ass out of this place and do all of us a favor? —San suddenly spoke.

—Big fat ass?

—Yeah. You and your big foot complex are ruining the fun for all of us here. So get the fuck out —and suddenly, he was aware of who he was speaking to, and where—, please.

—The little princess knows how to speak —the man mocked him—. Let's see how you speak without teeth.

But before that man could approach him any closer, San's leg moved faster, hitting the heel of his white sneakers against the chin of the tall man before he could even take a step in his direction. Y/n was so impressed by the sudden move that she didn't realize the moment San rushed towards her, gripping her wrist and dragging her out of the bar as soon as all that confidence disappeared and he was aware that it was an eight against one kind of situation.

Y/n didn't doubt, she didn't stop to think anything, she just ran behind him, while he pulled her tight while those men chased them down the street.

—Where the hell did you learn to do that? —she suddenly asked.

—I did taekwondo when I was younger, I didn't even remember I could do that.

The smile on her face quickly dropped when she looked back and was aware of the men getting closer to them, momentarily losing them as San turned left at one of the streets, before he pulled her body abruptly to one of the nearest dark alleys.

Their breaths were shaky as they both hid in the darkness, with his body completely covering hers while the wall worked as a support for her back. It was all so rushed, it all happened so fast, that neither of them seemed to realize how close they were until the eight men ran past the same alley they were hiding at.

It was only then that he looked down at her to make sure she was okay.

Her parted lips were the most dangerous invitation, and their warm breaths mixing in the small space between them worked like the tightest pull between them. Once their eyes were linked among the heavy air, it was over for the two of them.

—You told me to take some risks —he whispered—. Let me take another risk tonight.

His lips felt soft against hers, even more than she imagined after seeing his pictures. They were definitely better than she could've imagined.

His pull was addictive, dangerous... to the point that it had her hooking her fingers around his neck, as she stood on her tiptoes, to make the kiss deeper. It went from a soft peck to a lip sucking experience that had her head running in circles due to the intensity. His mouth was clumsy, barely managing to keep up with how she was moving, despite him pinning her against the wall to glue their bodies even closer together.

He was inexperienced, the kiss was messy, but it was the most electrifying kiss she had ever had. They didn't even need to dig their tongues on the other's mouth to have her toes curling and her mouth gasping for air due to the intensity of her heartbeat.

It was the best kiss she had ever had in such a long time.

25 notes · View notes

sugar-kisser · 4 years

Text

Black Hour - Choi Jongho

warnings: mafia affiliated acts, prison breaks, violence, guns, cussing, & attempted murder

Your maniac laugh is almost drowned out by the screeching tires, prison sirens, and gunshot.

“You think this is funny?” Jongho, the love of your life, growls.

“No, of course not. I think it’s just fun,” you tell him as you lean onto the center console of the car.

“This is the last time I break you out of prison. I don’t care what they do to you after this. Engaged or not I’m sick and tired of saving your ass from the stupid shit you pull,” Jongho hisses. Yup, you heard that right. You and Jongho are engaged, but not necessarily by choice. I mean you’re ecstatic about the idea; you’ve loved the idea of Jongho since you were little. Jongho?.... well he says he’d rather be stuck with Wooyoung and San for the rest of his life. Both your parents thought it would be a great idea to finally put a two and a half generation war to end by marriage to combine two of the strongest mafia’s together.

“You know,” you start as you twirl your finger on Jongho’s arm, and he pulls away from you, “we’re very similar to Joker and Harley Quinn. You hate my guts and would rather have me dead; while I’m madly in love with you and doing stupid shit.” Jongho ignores your comment and continues to drive down the empty highway.

In the far distance he could see the row of cops from the city and their flashing red and blue lights. They hold a line across the entire highway stretch. He looks in his rearview mirror at the police cars chasing him and he quickly makes a decision.

“Unbuckle your seat belt we’re going to jump,” Jongho tells you.

“Oooooh, an adventure. Is this going to be our first date?” You tease him excitedly. Jongho growls and unlocks the doors to the car. He quickly turns the car and it runs into the metal bars that are suppose to stop cars from falling off the side of the highway, and the two jump out of the car and fall into the dark water below. The car falls with them, and the two quickly drive to two separate sides to avoid the car falling on them.

------

“That was so much fun!” You cheer as you finally reach the shoreline under the highway after swimming the rest of the four miles back to the city.

“Fun? Are you fucking joking?” Jongho yells, “we almost died! I should of left you there. I should of let them kill you!” Jongho snarls in your face before huffing and storming away leaving you there starring at the ground. A negative feeling you can’t quite name floods your body. You know he’s right, but all you wanted was his attention. He already made it clear that he will never find anything in him to “love such a waste of oxygen” as he said three months ago. But to you, this is the only way to get some type of attention or reaction out of him.

“Okay,” you mumble, “I’ll leave. Leave you alone forever.” You hold your arms close to your body for warmth from the water on your skin and soaked into your clothes that’s suddenly turned cold. You turn and begin to walk away and quickly leave to find somewhere to go. The sounds of yelling officers and aggressive barking dogs startles you which sends you off sprinting down the shore and quickly up into the trees of the short forest in front of the shoreline. You continue to run the sounds of dogs and yelling quieting the further you get and you find shelter in what you think is an abandoned shed.

You quietly enter in it and feel around in the dark to make sure your don't run into anything and make noise. You find the corner and sit on a sack of what you assume is soil based off the smell. Should mask your smell right? The water already took most of it. You curl your body as small as you can make it to radiate more body heat onto yourself. You eventually fall asleep from exhaustion but thoughts wondering how happy Jongho must be now that you're gone.

-----

The shed door opens, light pouring into the small space and older man gasps at the sight on you in the corner, thinking you might be dead. He turns and looks outside and then back towards your body.

“Miss?” He calls out to you, causing you to stir and slightly wake up. He sighs in relief knowing your alive.

“Miss,” the man calls out louder this time. You quickly wake up, open your eyes, and see the man before yelping and slamming your head against the back of the shed.

“You’re alright,” the man chuckles, “I was worried you were dead.” You look up at him, squinting due to the bright light behind him, and rub the back of your head. “Now how did you find yourself in my shed?”

“I-” you start before thinking about last nights events, “I got lost. This was the first shelter I could find.”

“Do you want to use the phone to call someone?” He offers.

“I... I don’t have anyone,” you tell him looking down at his feet, “not anymore.”

“Oh... I’m sorry,” he tells you, “would you like to have a cup of tea or coffee? Come inside and warm up?”

“That would be really nice,” you take him up on his offer. You stand up and walk out of the shed. You follow him into his house which you managed to miss last night while running. The warm air envelopes you into a comforting hug, and you quickly begin to warm up from the cold night.

“You can take a seat here,” the older man motions towards the chair he lays a towel on. You removed your shoes and socks before stepping onto the carpet surface to avoid getting anymore dirt in his home.

“I’ll be right back with tea,” he tells you. You quietly thank him again and begin to look around the small room. Pictures litter all the open space you can see and although it looks cluttered you admired the thought of wanting to be reminded by so many memories. You look to the circular table beside your chair and notice a single picture on the table. You pick it up and you instantly notice the older man but younger and a women standing next to him. The pictures in black and white but the features were easily recognizable, it couldn’t have been anyone else.

“Her name was Nari,” the older man speaks up as he returns with two warm mugs in his hand. You graciously accept one of them, and he slowly walks over and gently takes a seat in the car across from you.

“Was she your wife?” You ask.

“Oh, no,” the man chuckles, “we were set to get married but she passed away.”

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him as you look back at the picture, “you two met very young.”

“We did. I believe we met about eight or nine. That picture was taken before a school dance,” the old man recounts back on his memories.

“Did you enjoy the dance?” You ask him as you set the picture back down on the table.

“I did. That was the night I knew I wanted to be with her forever.. well I shouldn’t say that. I always loved her but that night was the night she finally came around,” he chuckles.

“Came around? Did you two not get along?” You ask.

“Oh no. We hated each other growing up. She for some reason hated me more than I hated her,” he explains, “but over the years of hating her I began to notice the things I actually liked about her and I started to fall in love.” You feel a heavy weight begin to sit on you heart thinking about Jongho. “So I decided to do something ballsy. I asked her to the dance. Told her to put aside our differences for one night, and we did.”

“And things works out in the end, didn’t they?” You ask, hoping it was possibly a sign of hope although you have practically given up.

“They did,” the old man smiles. You return a smile, but the heavy weight still sits on your heart. “If you would like,” the old mans starts breaking you out of your little train of thought, “you can take a shower and I can wash your clothes for you. I think I still have some extra clothes from my granddaughter in the spare room.”

“That would be extremely nice of you,” you tell him. He shows you the bathroom and where to place your clothes so he can collect them and wash them. So when you get into the shower he takes your clothes and replaces them with new ones. You quickly change into the long t-shirt like dress and place on the shorts underneath.

“Thank you again for letting me use your shower and dry clothes for the time being,” you thank once more to the old man.

“Oh it’s not problem,” he tells you as he heads into the living room, “it’s nice to have company. I rarely ever get any.” He grabs the remote and turns on the tv. The large red “Breaking News” sign flashes on the bottom of the screen as the newscaster is in the middle of delivering the news.

“The execution will be taking place at 4 o’clock this afternoon. This will bring the end to not only the mafia war that has been going on for decades but bring the fall to the Choi group,” the newscaster says. You watch in horror on the screen as the news station turns to a live cast from outside the vision gates where protestors cheer on for Jongho’s execution.

He got caught? You’re eyes widen in horror and you understand now the horrid feeling in your heart and you begin to get sick to your stomach.

“Are you going to go save him?” the old man asks after a couple minutes of silence.

“Wha-” you start in complete shock.

“I know who you are,” he looks over at you as he gently smiles, “I know you’re not a real threat unless provoked.... this looks pretty damn provoking don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” you answer rather calmly looking back towards the tv screen.

“I know love when I see it. You looked heartbroken as I told you that story earlier. He will come around. You just got put things aside and go for it,” he tells you.

“Why aren’t you alarmed by who I am? Or what I can do?” You ask him.

“I play by the rule of being accepting and open, hoping others will do the same. Cheesy I know, but it worked didn’t it?” He asks. You give him a small smile and he stands up from the couch.

“I’ll retrieve your clothes. You don’t have much time,” he walks past you and out of the room.

How could such an old gentle man encourage you to go implement such harm? I mean of course you’re going to listen to him; making things a mess is your calling. But at least this time you have a purpose.

“Here you are,” the old man returns with your clothes folded neatly.

“Thank you. Could I also use a cellphone?” You asks him. He turns and shuffles towards the kitchen and pulls a small phone off a charging cord and hands it to you.

“Thank you. I’ll return it once I’m changed,” you thank the man and hurry off to the guest bedroom. You dial a number you’ve learned to memorize and after the second ring it picks up.

“Y/N that better be you,” Chaeyoung instantly speaks over the phone.

“Yes it is,” you answer.

“You are a real dumbass. How did Jongho get caught and not you?” Chaeyoung begins to interrogate.

“I don’t have time for this. I need my bike and a backpack with all my favorites in it,” you demand as you change back into your all black clothing.

“You’re about to go do something stupid again?” She asks.

“No. I’m about to go save my finance’s ass. I don’t care if he hates me. This is my fault to begin with,” you ramble on, “just meet me by the bridge in 10 minutes.”

“Okay,” Chaeyoung hangs up the phone and you head out of the room and give the man his phone back.

“Thank you again for all you’ve done. It will not be forgotten,” you tell him, “I’ve gotta go save Jongho.” The man wishes you well and good luck and escorts you out of the house and watches you till you disappear from his sight.

-----

You lean up against a wall in an alleyway and wait for Chaeyoung to arrive with you requested items.

A motorbike silently rushes down the alley and stops in front of you. Chaeyoung pulls off the helmet and hands that and your backpack over to you.

“You realize this is a ploy,” she tells you, “plus this is black hour. It’s heavily guarded.”

“One, when has their ploys ever stopped me? Two, that’s just more casualties. Not my problem. Don’t take what’s mine,” you tell her and you sling your backpack over your shoulder.

“Just get Jongho and you out of there. You two already have an ear chewing when you get back,” Chaeyoung explains.

“Thanks for the wise words,” you sarcastically retort as you pull the helmet onto your head. You start your bike back up and quickly drive out of the alley leaving Chaeyoung standing there.

“Must be really important to her if she’s not taking me,” Chaeyoung mumbles to herself before disappearing into the shadows.

You drive down the busy highway, in-between cars, earning honks but you pay no mind. Once your eyes are on the goal, nothing stops you. Not even if security is increased a hundred times. You speed up the bike and race down the prison exit and up the windy road to the front gates.

You park your bike amongst the crowd of cars that belong to the people standing outside the prison, and you make your way to another side of the prison. You reach in your backpack and pull out the most explosive bomb you have. You quickly connect the phone up to the loose wires and walk away- back towards the crowd of people.

“Are you here to watch the execution too?” Someone from the back of the crowd asks, as they stand behind you.

“No. I’m here to do something stupid,” you turn around to face the man whose eyes widen in horror- instantly recognizing you, “I’m about to make a big entrance. Cheer for me?” You pull out your phone and hit the green call button, with the burner phone number already in placed. Ten seconds later the bomb explodes taking out a large section of the prison wall.

“That’s my cue,” you cheerfully giggle before pulling out two hand guns from your belt that Chaeyoung managed to strap onto you before leaving. You hurry off and though the crowds of people screaming and running away.

You hold your breath and manage your way through the thick dust and hole in the wall and quickly are greeted by guards which you quickly take out one-by-one. When one magazine empties you quickly replace it as well as bringing out your favorite little firecracker bombs. You quickly alight four of them sending two to your right and two to your left. They explode as soon as they come into contact with the ground, and explode with a force to send plenty of guards away from you. You manage a path and pull out you stash of keycards holding them all up to the scanner hoping that at least one will work.

When the scanner flashes red you angrily shoot the sensor which somehow manages to unlock the door.

“Don’t know why I just didn’t do that all the other times,” you complain under your breath and you toss the keycards aside, “would of saved so much time.” You yank open the door and you begin firing your gun again taking guards out left and right. Some guards backed down and you carefully watch them as you pass and round a corner.

It’s funny seeing some of the guards from your first visit to the prison, and they easily let you on by knowing of what you’re capable of. Many guards in the prison do because they’ve watched what happens to those who get in your way, and they find it in their best interest to stay out of it. You quickly find a clock and watch the time quickly tick closer and closer to the black hour. Four minutes and 57 seconds to go.

In a raging fit, which to others is your scariest point, you push past the next few hallways and and towards the back of the prison in the courtyard where they hold the bigger executions. You pull out another cellphone triggered bomb and set it off immediately once you hide behind the steal door of the next room. You walk out in the courtyard, but are quickly greeted with easily a hundred guard, automatics pointed at you, ready to fire at will.

“Well, well, well. Didn’t expect this did you now Ms. Y/L/N?” The head of the prison asks as he snicker from the stage. You quickly find Jongho not to far from him on the stage as well, strapped to an electric chair, his facial expression unwavering.

“Fine,” you raise your hands and drop your guns, “you got me.”

“I don’t think we do,” the president retorts, “I know all your little tricks missy. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this.”

“Wow do you want a cookie for counting the amount of times I’ve kicked your ass and had fun?” You counter sarcastically, only to piss off the man.

“We can kill him right now,” the president threatens, angered by your comment.

“He doesn’t love me. Nothing’s stopping you,” you tell him.

“Then why are you here?” He demands, “why go through all of this to end up here?”

“Because why not,” you answer shrugging your shoulders, “you know I do stupid shit for fun. This time Jongho won’t be the one to get me out.”

“Get her!” The president orders. Men quickly swarm you and your shoved to the ground. You feel your backpack ripped off you back and you slightly smirk in content.

“Hey what are you smiling about?” One of the guards yells and his foot steps harshly on your face. Your body almost falls limp but you still hold onto consciousness. You need to see your final play. You’re dragged on stage and dropped at the feet of the president. You try to push yourself up but his feet knock you over and you roll onto your back.

“Leave her be!” Jongho growls.

“Oh so you speak!” The president counters. He crouches down and grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head off the ground. You yelp only causing Jongho’s blood to boil. You open your eyes and meet Jongho’s before winking. Jongho’s eyes slightly widen and he looks over towards the group of guards who still hold your backpack.

A high pitched beep echo’s from your bag, causing the guard to drop it to cover their ears and when it hits the ground it explodes on impact, sending everything near it away and most likely dead. The president flies back and your back is slightly burned from the radiating heat. You push yourself off the ground and drag your aching body towards Jongho. You begin to take of the restraints and once his first hand is free he quickly moves onto his other hand and his foot. You crouch onto the floor and begin to take off the restraints to his other leg.

“Why did you come back?” Jongho asks once he’s free and helps you stand. He pulls one of your arms around his neck and his other hand wraps around your waist.

“I wasn’t going to let them kill you for something stupid I did,” you answer his quietly. Jongho pulls you along out of the courtyard and through the mess of the prison.

“You risked your life like an idiot and by yourself. What were you thinking?” Jongho asks.

“You,” you answer. You answer catches him off guard. Usually you would respond to him with an even more sarcastic and hateful answer but you don’t. You take in the old man’s words, ‘you just got put things aside and go for it’.

“I’m sorry for causing you trouble. I don’t know how else to get your attention. I know you hate me and you say I’m a waste of oxygen... but even with your spiteful words I couldn’t stop myself from loving you. Even if you never returned it,” you start, “I’ll stop the games. I’ll be quiet and stop causing trouble. I promise.” Jongho’s eyes widen even more as he hears your words. Had she really heard him say she was a waste of oxygen? It was just an in-the-moment thing to say, he never actually meant it.

Outside the hole of the prison wall a car awaits. Chaeyoung opens the door and Jongho helps you in before sliding in after. Chaeyoung quickly drives the two of you back towards the house you two plan on sharing once the marriage takes place. You let your head rest on the window but can’t find it in yourself to rest although your body begs for it. You feel a slight tug and your body is pulled and you lean up against Jongho. Your head resting on his shoulder and his hand lightly holding yours. He looks down at you with a slight pity in his eyes. Maybe if she’s willing to put things aside, so can he.

238 notes · View notes

ofkilljoysandslytherins · 4 years

Text

Life and Time {Ateez Star Crossed AU: Hongjoong}

My Masterlist

And when you moved, the entire universe moved with you. Who was Hongjoong, a mere man of flesh and blood, to deny the movement of the universe?

Words: 1k

Warnings: Does loads of angst count?

Notes:The first one shot of a Star Crossed AU. All words are mine except for those in italics which are the English translated lyrics of the song “Main Phir Bhi Tumko Chahunga” sung by Arijit Singh and written by Manoj Muntashir”

You are mine, in this moment you are mine

Tomorrow things may or may not remain the same

Maybe something will happen that you wouldn’t remain yourself

Perhaps something may happen that I don’t remain myself

Or our paths will diverge

And we get lost as we keep walking

When Hongjoong saw you smile for the first time, he knew that if he died in that moment, he would leave the world as a contented man. And when he held your hand, he understood why the sun would bow to the moon just so it shone. Like the eyes of an angel in the presence of its lord.

When you embraced him that early autumn evening as the strong wind sung a cheerless song, all the cracks and crevices of his heart mended itself. And when you kissed, the tremble of his soul shook his heart, so that it locked itself shut with only your tender love wandering its halls.

He nearly cried. When you kissed.

Because the joy that shrouded him ran away with the tune of the winds song, leaving behind nothing but fear.

Time and life…life and time. Despite being the cup bearer of love still remains its faithful enemy.

Life destroys a lover from within, feeding it’s poison fruit to Time, the one that relishes in something forever lost.

If Hongjoong had it his way, he would turn you to stone. Just so he is able to come back to you in that moment despite every tear in the fabric of your relationship. Even when his fears met him face to face and the sturdy fabric are barely recognizable tatters, you were still there unchanged. Hongjoong wouldn’t have cared if your marble form lacked your usual warmth. All he wanted was to freely return to his home, where he could be with his moon before life and time turned it’s back on both of you.

Oh my life, in every silence

I will sing the songs of your love

For some silence is the echo chamber of peace, for Hongjoong it became the void whereby his mind and soul allows itself to get lost in your memory. If only that void was escapable. At least for one tenth of a second. He would be able to survive a life time without you. The human spirit however is unapologetic in its survival. And survive he did.

In the midst of being a thirsty wanderer in a dessert, he cultivated his own oasis, so that he could drink the water from a spring whose source once sought to kill him.

You were his everything and so he decided to be the person he knew you deserved.

You would live your life never meeting this vision constructed in your name but that was okay. To Hongjoong, his sole intention was to do the love that you shared justice. He sung songs in your memory with each step he took and danced while praising your name when he finally held his testament in his hand.

You are necessary for me, like air for breathing, I look for you like feet look for the earth (to stand on).

Whether I have to laugh or cry, I look for you like someone crazy. Whether you are in love with me tomorrow or not, Whether I have the permission tomorrow or not, With the pieces of my broken heart with me, I'll return to your door only.

Life and Time will turn their backs on Love for as long as they exist but love just is. It can never stop loving.

In the heights of his success he never for once failed to remember you everyday. His muse.

He spent hours just staring at the pictures of you on his feed. His gaze wandered over every crevice of your face, from the curve of your lips to the crinkle in your eye, searching for some sign of a false smile. So that he could be your watchful angel from afar, sending you his love in small bits of coincidences. You thought it was dumb luck. The way things just worked itself out somehow.

Since you have met me, I became more golden

Now, I don’t just smile with my lips, but with my entire self

My days and nights are beautiful, only because of you

This companionship will not be here forever

I will be here and you somewhere else

But whenever you miss me

I will become the breeze and come to you

Hongjoong didn’t mean to follow you that day. It was the cruelly benign poets of fate that penned a tragic one sided meeting. As if your gravity dictated the compass of his heart, he sensed you standing there between the shelves of books. You glowed like a beacon of salvation, just standing there lost in the words of a sonnet.

And when you moved, the entire universe moved with you. Who was Hongjoong, a mere man of flesh and blood, to deny the movement of the universe? Your smile seemed to tear through the concept of time, picking apart every atom in his body, rearranging them so that he bore one that almost resembled yours.

But his couldn’t shine like yours did, so the poets of fate snuffed it out.

A mere man of flesh and blood, but one who was blessed, because the movement of the universe danced for him, smiled at him and Hongjoong even with his fierce love for you, was powerless in front of infinity’s final word. Just like Hongjoong once was, this man too was a monk of your loves temple.

and I'll still love you, I'll still love you. I'll die for this love, but I'll still love you.

What is a heart without a home? A monk without a lord? Hongjoong did not know. But he did feel. It was deathly loneliness, wounded desire, a regretful heart.

Yet despite the finality of your word, condemning him to suffer a lifetime of emptiness, Hongjoong smiled. He smiled because he could still love. Even from miles away, Hongjoong still prostrated to your divine affection. His heart will forever be a nomad, his worship forever rejected but to love was enough.

33 notes · View notes

iwaswritingmywayout · 4 years

Text

BTMH: Chapter 12: Training

Axel, Lutz, and Loop stood in front of some Hot Springs on Ice posters, sighing happily. Minako stood behind them, a bundle of posters in her arms.

“Who knew we’d get a lineup like this in Hasetsu?” The triplets said.

“Lots of people will come!” Loop said excitedly.

“Well, either way… Y/N’s back! Cheers!” Minako said.

Minako and the triplets spun in a circle out of excitement.

“Cheers!” The twin said.

In the lobby, Takeshi was helping Y/N stretch.

“Huh? You had to do basic training for half a day because you didn’t get “Eros”?” Takeshi asked.

“Yeah,” Y/N said, before stretching her right leg.

“You should have just made something up. I bet Seonghwa hasn’t thought much about it, either,” He said.

“Seonghwa’s a genius, so he can get away with that,” she said before grabbing her feet and continuing to stretch. “I could see a story in the program too. A playgirl comes to a certain town and bewitches the men left and right. She decides to pursue the most handsome man in town, but he isn’t swayed. Then, as they play the game of love, he finds it difficult to make the right choices and ends up falling for her.” She stood on the bench, her armed splayed out as if she was casting away an imaginary man.

“Wow! So hot! Take me!” Takeshi said before becoming serious. “That really doesn’t sound like you, Y/N.”

Y/N’s clenched her hand into a fist. “Right? I bet people will say they’d prefer to see Seonghwa skate the program,” she said, slumping her shoulders.

“But you looked pretty sexy in the video when you copied his program,” He said.

“Well, I can’t copy him. I’ll never surpass him by doing that,” Y/N said.

“Wait, you seriously think you can be better than him someday?” Takeshi asked.

“Huh? Oh, um, no, not at all!” She said, waving her hands frantically.

Takeshi smiled, clearly teasing her. “I mean, how can someone as inexperienced in dating as you beat the hottest bachelor in the world?” Takeshi laughed loudly while Y/N trembled out of embarrassment.

Jongho and Seonghwa were standing on the ice.

“Stop, stop! Hmm, something isn’t right here,” Seonghwa said in English.

Jongho was bent over, his hands resting on his knees as he panted. Seonghwa was standing next to him, his right foot out as he thought.

“I’m doing it like you showed me, aren’t I?” Jongho asked.

“The way you currently are, your greed is too obvious. There’s no sense of agape, unconditional love, in your performance. It’s good to have confidence, but this program isn’t where you should show it off,” Seonghwa explained.

“Huh? You’re the one who’s slated with complete confidence this whole time!” Jongho said.

Seonghwa blinked, looking at Jongho.

“Well, what’s agape to you, then, Seonghwa?!” Jongho asked.

“It’s a feeling, of course, so I could never explain it in words. Do you bother thinking about that when you skate?” Seonghwa asked.

Jongho stood still, his mouth gaping.

“You’re funny Jongho. Well, maybe we need a temple,” Seonghwa said.

“A temple?” Jongho asked.

Jongho went to a Buddhist temple, where he was continuously hit with a keisaku paddle.

“Ow!” Jongho shouted.

Back at Yu-Topia Katsuki, both Jongho and Y/N were in the hot springs, wearing towels as they draped themselves over the edge with towels on their heads, too.

Y/N pushed her hair back out of her face. ‘Damn it. I’m an adult female of twenty-three. I could totally show mature sexiness if I wanted to,’ she thought.

Seonghwa walked into the hot spring. “Hey, hey! Take a photo of me in the bath so I can post it online,” Seonghwa said.

Y/N shook her head. “Sorry, but we don’t let people take photos in the bath,” She said.

Seonghwa dropped his towel, spreading his arms widely as Y/N covered her eyes.

“Really?” He asked.

Later on, the trio went back inside. Seonghwa was eating a bowl of katsudon while Y/N and Jongho rested their heads on the table. Y/N had a distant look on her face.

“It’s no good… From a physical standpoint, I’m not even close to Eros. Eros, Eros,” she mumbled, starting to drool. “It’s what causes you to lose the ability to make normal decisions. For me, what causes me to lose that ability is…” Y/N eye’s widened and she sat up. “I get it now! Pork cutlet bowls! That’s what Eros is to me!”

There was a long period of silence after that. Y/N put her hands on her head. “Oh, sorry. It’s not…”

Seonghwa didn’t seem to be phased by what she said. “Okay, let’s go with that. It’s nice and unique,” he said.

Jongho looked surprised and Y/N looked as if she wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

“Seriously?” Jongho asked before laughing.

Later on in the night, Y/N goes for a jog. “Man, I’m so embarrassed! They totally think my ideas are way too immature!”

Back at Ice Castle Hasetsu, Y/N and Jongho were practicing for Hot Springs on Ice. Y/N was gliding along the ice, working on On Love: Eros.

“Y/N! Try to imagine entangling more of the egg. Think of the pork cutlet bowl!” Seonghwa said.

“Got it!” Y/N said.

“Next, Jongho!” Seonghwa said.

Jongho skates on the ice, wearing all black. He started to work on the step sequence of Agape.

“Maybe the temple,” Seonghwa said, holding his chin as he thought out loud.

“Just tell me if I’m not up to par!” Jongho said.

Y/N and Jongho skated around even more, panting when they finished. Y/N looked up when she heard Seonghwa clear his throat.

“Hmm… Maybe a waterfall would help,” Seonghwa thought out loud.

“A waterfall?!!!” Jongho shouted.

After Seonghwa essentially forced Y/N and Jongho to go to the waterfall, they stood in white robes under the falls.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Jongho groaned as he held his arms.

“Why me, too?” Y/N groaned.

“Who cares? Damn it. Who cares about agape? Forget all of them,” Jongho said.

~Flashback~

Young Jongho was walking along with his grandpa, Nikolai, after Jongho’s skating practice. His grandpa had come to watch him during the practice. Jongho and his grandpa held hands as they walked.

“Joratchka… You were the best of the bunch,” His grandpa said.

“Grandpa, can you come to practice again tomorrow? I can skate even better! I’m fine, even if Mom’s not there!” Jongho said.

Nikolai looked down at him with a smile on his face and nodded.

~Flashback End~

“Jongho? Hey, Jongho!” Y/N called, grabbing his wrist. “Are you okay? Let’s call it a day.”

“Oh…Okay,” Jongho said.

Y/N looked surprised about how Jongho was acting. Ignoring her look, Jongho turned away and sneezed.

‘What’s going on? Why did he suddenly look so vulnerable?’ Y/n thought.

When they returned to Ice Castle Hasetsu, Jongho sat down and blew his nose. “Ugh, where’s Seonghwa, anyway?” Jongho asked.

“He went to eat at Nagahama Ramen, I guess,” Y/N said with a shrug.

“What? We’re going there too!” Jongho said.

“What?” Y/N asked.

Y/N and Jongho went to Nagahame Ramen, both ordering a bowl of ramen before going to sit with Seonghwa at his table.

“Seonghwa?” Jongho asked, looking at him from across the table.

Seonghwa looked up. You could tell by the red flush on his face that he was very drunk.

“Jongie! There you are,” Seonghwa said before hiccupping. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s getting her food,” Jongho said before scowling. “And don’t call me that!”

Y/N got her ramen and headed towards the group, sitting down across from Seonghwa next to Jongho.

“There you are! You’re so pretty!” Seonghwa said, a wide smile on his face.

“Uh, thank you?” She said, before looking at Jongho with a ‘what the fuck’ look on her face.

Jongho just shrugged before starting to eat his noodles. “No clue, he’s drunk,” Jongho said.

Seonghwa put his bowl down before looking at Y/N seriously. “I was so sad when I saw you at the World Grand Prix and you didn’t want to take a picture with me,” Seonghwa said. “I have had a crush on you for a very long time. I just wanted to take a picture with you.” Seonghwa pouted, clearly saddened by what happened a while ago.

Y/N had started to swallow when he confessed, and she started to choke on her noodles, coughing very loudly. Next to her, Jongho dropped his spoon, his eyes widening in shock.

“You like this piggy?!” Jongho shouted.

“Yes, but she’s not a piggy,” Seonghwa said.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” Y/N said, unsure as to what to do. She wasn’t going to confess to him when he was drunk.

He held up a finger to her lips. “Shh, don’t speak, only listen. Originally, when I created the routine for On Love: Eros, I was thinking about you,” Seonghwa said.

#born to make history #ateezxreader #seonghwa x reader #ateez #park seonghwa #xreader #yuri!!! on ice

4 notes · View notes

at1nys-blog · 4 years

Text

You are family

Pairing: Ateez × Manager!reader

Summary: Where you work for Ateez only for a week so you are by your self during New Year

A/N: I hope this is turning to be good because is stuck in my mind for a long time. I know is not a gif but I couldn't find a gif with ALL of them😣

Counted Words: 1110

Masterlist

It was a dream leaving in Seoul for you. I mean it was your dream to move to South Korea and now here you were. The best thing was that you had found a job almost immediately, yes, you had to wait but after three weeks in Seoul KQ Entertainment's CEO called you to tell you, you were going to start your job as Ateez's manager in three days.

The day of the meeting with Ateez and you were late, good. How to make a good impression on your first day. You scoffed and kept running to the complex. While running you gave a quick glance at your wrist clock but that little distraction made you bump into someone, but while the other person was able to not loose their balance you... you end up on the floor. -Ouch. Why today?- you said bringing yourself up on your feet again. -I'm sorry is my fault.- a male voice said. -Oh no, is my fault.- you made a single step and hissed in pain. Your butt was hurting as Hell and you wanted to cry, not much because of the pain but because it was your first day of work. -Can you walk?- the same voice asked you. -Yeah, I'm fine.- you lied and entered the building. -Noona I'm very sorry to have bumped into you.- he said and you were surprised. "Why people here are so polite? Is the air maybe? I should study the air and bring some of it back in Y/C/N" You thought. -Is fine. Don't worry. By the way my name is Y/N. With who I have the honor to talk with?- the guy blushed a little and you giggled. -Choi San current member of Ateez.- he said proudly. -Are you serious?- -Yes?! Why are you so surprised.- -Is just....- you told him how today you had to meet him and his members and before one of you two could say a word one of the staff called you to follow them.

You finally meet the guys and talking with them you found out they are really weird but you like it. You talked mostly with the leader: Kim Hongjoong and get along pretty much immediately, thanks to all of the stuff you guys have in common. While the others asked you some questions about your life San couldn't stop apologising for what happened earlier. -San please stop. Is all right, really.- -But I bumped into you and I hurted you.- he was almost crying. You were going into soft mode and went to hug that big baby trying to call him down.

TIME SKIP: TWO WEEKS LATER.

It had been two weeks since you became Ateez's manager and you were good friend with everyone in the company(you actually can't get along with one the makeup artist but shhhh) and in four days KQ Entertainment is going to throw a party for New Year. Of course you are not attending the event. Even tho everyone is nice to you and you made friends pretty quickly you don't fell like you belong with them, so you would spent the New Year in your apartment rather than with your new "family". Ateez on the other hand want you to come, they really like your presence and they want to spend their first New Year's party as a band with you. -Oh come on Noona, is going to be fun- the maknae told you pouting a little bit. -I'm not saying is not going to be a good party but...- -You don't feel part of the family yet. We know but you should come.- Seonghwa said hugging you from behind. You rolled your eyes and said to them that maybe, MAYBE you were going to change your mind.

-3 days. This time was Yeosang's turn to try and change your mind but once again you told them you were going to think about it. -I think you don't want to come because you like me.- said the older member making you blush a little. -Is not like that.- -I know I was just teasing you a little bit.- he said making roll your eyes.

-2 days. Another day, another round, another little tease from Seonghwa, but still you didn't gave up in front of Ateez attempt.

-1 day. This time no one from Ateez or the staff tried to break you and make you say yes to come to the company's party and you were so glad no one brought that up today.

-0 days. You were enjoying your time by yourself and your kdrama marathon when your phone buzzed, it was a text message from Seonghwa telling you they were coming to your place for some time together. You panicked, your house was a mess and you had just few minutes to clean everything up and change yourself in something different than your matching pj. Fortunately you managed to get ready the second before your doorbell rang. -Hello guys. You look great.- you said and all of them smiled. -You look good too. I hope we didn't bother you.- Hongjoong said. -Oh no, don't worry.- you lied, not wanting for them to fell bad about crushing at your place. -Can I ask you something? Did you wanted to spend your first New Year's party with the company staff?- all of them nodded, and told you how they were at KQ Entertainment until now. -Now, don't think too much is almost midnight.- you wanted to cry, they were so nice with you.

At midnight Ateez decided to give you speech. The first one to start was Hongjoong saying how much of an help you are and how much they like your presence, then was Seonghwa turn. He told how much he likes teasing you(you and him are best friends even though sometimes you two act like a couple)and how much he loves to act like a kid with you. The next in line was Yunho, followed by Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and finally Jongho. -Maybe you can think you don't belong with us and with everyone in this big families but trust us...- Jongho started. -You are family...- said San. -And no matter if you want us around or not...- added Yeosang. -We are always here for you...-all of them said. -We will tease you...- was time for Hwa to talk. -we will protect you...- said Jongho flexing his arms and you giggled. -And we will support you.- said Hongjoong for last. That made you cry, you huged them all and promised them that next time you were enjoying all the parties they wanted you in.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateezxreader #kimhongjoong #parkseonghwa #jeongyunho #kangyeosang #choisan #songmingi #jungwooyoung #choijongho #masterlist #kqentertainment

28 notes · View notes