#atz fic

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐌𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐇𝐰𝐚 ♡

【Synopsis】 : You haven't seen your friends in years given you had been overseas studying. Now that you're back, you've noticed how much they've all grown. And what better to celebrate your return than an innocent party.

『Word count』 : 6.66k

-> Genre: Smut. Dark Romance.   

Pairing: Childhood friends!SanHwa x Female!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Alcohol. Cnc themes. Dark themes. Mentions of Fucking in the woods. Mention of rough sex and wanting to be manhandled. Predator/Prey Play. Rough play. Name calling. Pet names, bunny Doll.. Slight dubcon. Strangers-friends-lovers?? Mention of unprotected sex. Photographs. Mention of Mingi and the others joining in. Wearing masks during sexual activities. Pervi mingi, hehe. Breast play. Dirty talk.

Note: Thank you, my darling @itsnotmydejavu , for reading this and giving me some feedback, hehe. Couldn't do it without your help.♡♡

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The party was loud and crazy. Not your type of scene at all. But your best friend, Yunho, threw it to celebrate him and his dance crew winning their first competition and, of course, celebrate you finally coming home. At first, you pleaded with Yunho, not wanting to have the attention put on you, so this was the best alternative.

A joint celebration.

Getting ready for this stupid party got you anxious beyond knowing. It had been years since you’d seen them. You were close with all of them as you all basically grew up together in your teen years. But when you went to college overseas for a couple of years. It was like meeting different people when you had graduated and came back home. They had all grown so much, and since you were out of the country, it was hard to keep in contact with all of them. All of them except Yunho, who even flew over a couple of times to see you.

But you were back now and hanging out with eight grown-ass men that still act like children has become increasingly hard. Most of them act as if nothing changed and as if you weren’t gone for over six years. But then there was Seonghwa and San. They were different. Not in a bad way, of course, but still… strange. It's like they were more touchy. San’s hand would linger longer on your lower back when you were all out heading to a restaurant when you first got back. Or when you were over at Yunho’s place getting ready for said night and you couldn’t get your dress zipped up, and luckily Seonghwa just happened to walk past Yunho’s room and spot you struggling.

His finger gazed over your long back tattoo you had gotten while away, whispering so softly that it was beautiful and how it suited you. For a moment, you swore he was going to zip it down instead of up just so he could get a peek at your soft plump ass. Cause you see both San and Seonghwa liked you—a lot. Ever since you were teens, both men had a crush on you. They loved spending time with you, listening to you laugh, and they loved how you were always comfortable around them. Freely snuggling, late-night chats. 

But they needed more. 

San used to sneak into Seonghwa’s room and chat about all the filthy things they thought of about you. And god, the shyness you had just made them know that if they were to say those things aloud, you would certainly freak. No, they were both under the assumption you were too innocent to know how much you affected them. You tortured them. Like the way you cuddled up to San on his couch, acting all sweet with your tits pressed firmly against his side and your head resting on his chest while you watched movies. Or when you had asked Seonghwa to spoon you sometimes cause you were stressing about work and your soft ass would be pressed so nicely against his lap. Just inches away from his aching hard cock.

Oh, the way he would imagine shoving his cock between your thighs fucking them roughly. San would continue saying he sometimes pictures coming deep inside your pussy, claiming you as his. Both of them were drugged on the idea of you. And as years went by and you disappeared for six years, it broke them. All the others went on to dating and enjoying life but the two of them were stuck on you. Like they were unable to move on from you. 

And then you came back. You were just as beautiful. More even, as the day you left. You were a grown woman with lustful desires. And they were just the men to help you.

They got their friends to help them get out of the friend zone, getting plenty of suggestions for cute dates and lovey-dovey confessions. But San came up with an idea that Seonghwa knew would be even more perfect than their friend's proposals. Now, all they needed to do was play their cards right, or risk ruining their friendship and / or coming off as a creep.

“Come on, yuyu, I already agreed to this party. What more do you want.” You laughed, sipping on your drink that Wooyoung had fixed for you. It was just you, Wooyoung, and Yunho sitting on the couch in the boy's house. Yunho was trying to get any gossip out of you about your life away, but you really had nothing to say. And then he asked about any special someones. “I’m not about to let you play matchmaker. Last time you tried, you set me up with a skittish boy.” It wasn’t like that poor boy wasn’t nice at all, but he just wasn’t exactly your type.

“Oh, so who would you prefer? Mingi or San, perhaps? Oh, what about Seonghwa,” Wooyoung chuckled, entering into the lounge with a tray of snacks. Your face became flustered all too quickly, hearing Wooyoung call out a bundle of his friends' names, but who really caught your attention was San and Seonghwa. They were both so sweet, like true gentlemen, and they were very attractive, but there was always something missing.

“I mean… They are hot and all.” You trailed off feeling a wave of embarrassment. You’ve never been one to talk about your love life, especially to your friends. You looked briefly around the room, staring at the hallway for a moment, making sure there was no one else in the room. But little did you know Seonghwa and San were in the kitchen getting their own drinks to come and join you. They had asked Wooyoung to slip in the idea of the two, curious of what your answer might be. They had both realized you had never really called them attractive before, let alone something like hot. San gave the other man a surprised expression at the sheer thought of them being good-looking in your eyes. Like a hint of pride burned in their chests. But something got stronger... A feeling... a worried feeling.

“I think there’s a but…” Seonghwa whispered to the younger male.

“I just… I don’t really know..” You rubbed your thumb against the cold glass.

“Let me guess,” Wooyoung tucked his feet under his ass before taking a quick sip of what you assumed to be Soju with some strawberry soda mixed with it. “You are worried they are gonna be too much for you.…” His words made you spit out your drink. 

Then Yunho continued, “They probably want to fuck you like a whore.” Yunho cackled making you slap his shoulder almost making him spill his drink. You felt so embarrassed but it wasn’t because you were worried they’d fuck you like a slut. You were worried you’d like it too much if they did. So you had to correct them. 

“They are sweet guys. Gentlemen. They wouldn’t do such a t-thing.” 

“No, no, I get it.” Wooyoung chimed in, wiping his tears from the corner of his eyes from laughing too hard. Frustration built up in the men that stood in the kitchen, San even going as far as mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to Seonghwa as he began to pace around the room. That was the ultimate reason you never really showed them they had a chance. You thought neither of them could fuck you properly? They were too nice for you? All this time hiding their secret desires from you, being too worried they’d scare you off cause you were such a shy little thing. They never even thought that you were just as sex depraved as them?

Seonghwa and San decided to sneak back to Hwa’s room in order to complete their plan now that they know about your secret desire to be fucked like a bitch in heat. They were going to have fun and this party was going to be the perfect cover for their sinister plan.

-

So this brings you back to the present. Wandering through crowds of people dressed in various stage outfits the boys had performed in. Most of them dressed at these people called "evil ones" or as fans started to call them "halateez." The clothing was cool, Gothic cyberpunk. Something you've never really worn before. You decided on one of their more light-hearted dance costumes. It was during when they first started doing competitions, and someone had suggested white outfits for one of their performances, and luckily, they all agreed. So here you were in bunny ears like Seonghwa had and a white knee-length poofy dress with a sweetheart neckline, and instead of a silver puffer jacket you opted for a silver shall.

To say you stick out like a sore thumb was an understatement.

But you tried to enjoy yourself nonetheless. Wooyoung had dared you to sleep with someone, and you now being a full-grown adult able to make perfectly reasonable decisions, of course, took up Wooyoung’s stupid bet even though you were freaking out about it. This wasn’t something you would normally do. No, you are someone to stay home, cuddle up with your favourite plushie as you friend the filthy dark fantasies no one knew about. But here you are, scanning your eyes around the first floor of the house from just standing in the doorway of the lounge room, looking to see if anyone caught your eye and let's get this straight, proving Wooyoung wrong was something you too great pride in...

The whole house was open and lively. The large living room had all its furniture against the wall, making room for a dance floor and table with a huge speaker set, blasting loud music.

You had to shake your head at the fact you were actually contemplating Wooyoung’s stupid idea. The said man and one of his friends found you. They linked their arms with yours, leading you down the hallway to the kitchen where your best friend and host, Yunho, was hanging out. He was dressed like a pirate—completed with a hat and sword— and held himself with the confidence of one. You took in all the other boys, seeing all their various spectator costumes. Hugging each of them, you notice Mingi and his open vest outfit with big round shades on the top of his head. He finished his fit with a cane. Kinda making him look like a sexy version of Willy Wonka.

"Where's San and Hwa?" You asked, well half-shouted in Mingi's ear as they all went back to chatting amongst themselves. The only two boys that weren't present were the two you were hoping to see. You had to brace a hand on Mingi's shoulder, going up on tiptoes to make sure he heard you.

Mingi just smirked at you while you leaned in close to him. He gazes down your body as you speak, letting him see perfectly down the dress you're wearing. "They seem to be running late, Princess. Something about missing a part of their costumes." Mingi answered sweetly, turning his head so his jaw rubbed against the soft skin of your cheek, making you hum slightly, all the while he eyed your plump chest without being too obvious about it of course.

Your whole body shuddered at the feeling of Mingi so close to you. His hand snaked around your waist so he could support you up. You tried to ignore the rush of thrill he managed to send through your body. Opting to pull away and pout at him for what he said. Trying to shake any lusting thoughts that started to appear. "Damn, who's going to look after my purse while I dance then?" 

You hummed, holding your purse tightly in your grasp as you gestured to your dress not to be very accommodating for your little purse and phone since there were no pockets. Mingi had to sigh, letting his eyes now freely rake down your body. Taking in your outfit that besides being a knee-high dress, it matched Seonghwa's stage outfit to a tea. He was kind of jealous that you dressed like one of his members instead of him.

You could tell Mingi was bluntly checking you out, playing it off like he was just simply looking at you. Redness appeared slightly on your cheeks, feeling a sense of pride mixed with shyness. The beefcake of a man grabbed your stuff before you could say anything else; 

“I’ll look after it, princess. Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He gave you a charming smile watching him slip your stuff into his large pant pockets before zipping it up, making sure it wouldn’t slip out. You murmured a little flustered thank you having no idea how Mingi could have possibly heard it over the music, but your hand on his chest let you feel the little hum he made, making you know he heard you. And for just a moment, it lingered. Your bodies close to one another. Mingi smelt like fresh pine, musk, and wine. The scent etching in the back of your brain making you dizzy. You needed to pull away from him now before you do something stupid.

“I-I’m going to go find the others now.” Your eyes caught his in an intense gaze, making you feel hot and bothered. A smirk curved on his full lips while his tongue poked out to trace them ever so slightly. You hadn’t realized you were fixated on them until someone shouted, getting your attention.

“Have fun, princess. If you ever need something, come find me.” He brought your face only inches away from his so he could whisper in your ear, making sure to linger there for a moment before letting you go entirely. 

-

After you left, most of the other boys flaked, heading to the dance floor or to mingle with whoever else was invited. Mingi and Yunho, on the other hand, stayed in the kitchen, watching all the chaos unfold as they took another round of shots together. That was when San and Seonghwa finally showed up, walking swiftly through the halls towards the other men. Mingi had kept his eyes on you the whole time, seeing you were now standing and chatting with some old high school friends near the dance floor. His stare dragged from your ass to finally look at the men of the hour, seeing San and Seonghwa were definitely dressed to impress.

“You’re girl is already here.” He said while Yunho nodded in confirmation, pointing in your direction so the two men who were dressed head to toe in black tackle wear, and scream masks hanging off their belts could take a look at you. Both Seonghwa and San glanced in your direction, seeing the outfit you were wearing. The way the bottom hem of your dress was fluttering while you swayed side to side, clearly deep into whatever conversation you were having. And the way you were dressed looking like Seonghwa’s stage fit in particular got Hwa’s cock thickening in his pants. He wanted to bend you over where you stood and shove his cock deep in your pussy, claiming you for everyone to see while you squealed and squirmed under him. See if you call him a gentleman after that.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Both men turned back to Mingi, who held out a phone for him. “She gave me this to hold on to,” He explained and for a moment, jealousy brewed in both San and Seonghwa for a moment at the thought of you letting anyone but them hold onto your things. Mingi could sense the shift in their eyes, only smirking at the thought of successfully getting under their skin. And the worst thing out of it all, the two men weren’t oblivious to the way their friend looked at you. Heck, they all looked at you just the same. Seonghwa and San had planned to get to the party before you to ensure the others didn’t get any ideas towards you. But deep down they knew, none of them would encourage you or give you any offer you wouldn’t like.

“I’ll be taking that.” San grabbed the phone before slipping it into his large pant pocket by his knee. All the boys then gazed back in your direction, spotting you were now dancing with some random people you most likely knew from school. Both men got a better look at your outfit this time. How soft and shiny the material of your flowy dress was that sat beautifully on your body. How your breasts swelled at the top, or how your ass was perfect enough to grab. 

The cherry on top was how your legs looked, plump thighs on display for everyone to see. When you twirled again both San and Seonghwa watched the way your tits jiggled with every move you took, and bit back a groan at the realization you weren’t wearing a bra or you were wearing a loose-fitting one. They wondered if you were wearing panties under that pretty dress too. They wondered if you were dancing with the fear of flashing your pussy to every guy in the room with each twist of your hips. What a fucking slut, San thought, sexual frustration and affection creating an intoxicating haze in his mind. The urge to make you his slut was almost overwhelming.

“She’s needy tonight, by the way,” Mingi’s words caught the attention of the men. Mingi then glanced quickly around the room, making sure no one was eavesdropping, noting Yunho had gone to get refills. “She was practically ready to kiss me before shying away and running off to the dance floor.” Mingi then chuckled, seeing the shock on their faces, getting up from the bar stool he was sitting on so he could pat their shoulders. “You gonna be, you know, able to woo her? She’s not gonna come quietly or rather confidently.”

Both San and Seonghwa smirked, not letting themselves be anything less than self-assured that you’d end the night begging them to let you out of the friend zone. They were going to make it their mission to get you outta your shell and make you confess your deepest, darkest secrets. Neither of them could wait any longer to watch you come apart on each of their cocks, bent over with your face down and ass up while one pounded your pussy. And then pining you so the other can fuck your mouth until you were crying through your release. Although San and Seonghwa have clued in their friends to their plan to fuck you, they hadn’t told the extent of the rough plan they had to completely ruin you for any other man.

“Oh don’t worry, we have a plan,” Seonghwa answered confidently, flicking his gaze at San with a knowing expression.

“Why, you want a piece of her or something, Min?” San cocked his brow, making Mingi give his friend a long firm look, trying to work out if the question was a trap or not. But he just shrugged, downing the last of his drink as if to say he’d fuck around and find out.

“Hey, man I’d be more happy to dick her down.” He said smugly. “But you know you probably gotta take what’s yours first before you go around offering.” Mingi shot a cheeky look before disappearing into the crowd without another word.

-

You started to feel a sense of loneliness filling your emotions as you too amongst sweaty bodies and loud beats of music. you had explored the second floor and most of the rooms on the first, but you could seem to find San or Seonghwa. You were starting to think they weren’t going to show. You had to shake your head in embarrassment thinking about what if Wooyoung spilled the beans about your stupid plan to seduce them. Let's face it you weren’t cut out with all this flirting and wooing and blah blah. You weren’t cut out for anything, but your alone time.

You turned to look back into the kitchen to see if any of the boys were still there, but then an overwhelming presence caught your attention that loomed against the wall of the large hallway. Your breath hitched seeing the two very tall men standing out in the crowd. Even though you couldn’t see either of their eyes, you knew their intense gaze was on you. They were both dressed the same head to toe, and their ghostface masks matched except one was the original mask, and the other was a shiny red style. Your eyes trailed down, finding their t-shirts were tucked into black cargo pants that hung low on their trimmed waist, the bottom of their pants both disappearing into black combat boots.

You shook your head, trying to shake the idea of any other men other than the ones you wanted. So you turned and almost blotted towards the garden, hoping to see if the boys were there. The two men looked at one another, knowing they both had a confused expression. This was going to be harder than they expected. The shyness was going to be harder to crack than they thought.

-

Standing out on the patio, you see partygoers dancing and cheering on the deck. Your eyes once again met one of the masked men. And even though their faces were covered, you knew their gazes were constantly fixated on you. There was no doubt they were grinning like Cheshire cats. You needed to know who these two men were. But more importantly, needed to get away from the loudness. You noticed the fire pit down the small hill of the back yard, and if you stretched your stare further, it led to forestry. a forest that just so happened to have a clubhouse you and your friends built way back when. No one knows about it other than the boys and you.

I wonder if it's still up? You thought, quickly forgetting about the two men that you have been coincidentally running into the past hour, but yet neither of them made a move to talk to you. You noticed fewer people milling about the further you walked. Some still circled around the fire pit while others were making out behind oak trees. You ignored them all, heading down the slow-sloping grass hill. The sound of the party and the thumping ear-bashing bass grew distant the further you walked. 

Once at the edge of the trees, you dug your heels into the soft earth so you would stop yourself for a moment. A strange feeling circled you at the thought you were being watched. Looking around, you saw nothing, which in toe, made your gut twist further. You looked back at the house and spotted Mingi standing on the deck, leaning on the wooden railing while smoking a cigarette. Though It was too far to tell exactly, you had a feeling Mingi had been watching you the entire time. It doesn’t appear to ease the jitters in your gut thought, but you decide to keep going, shaking the walking red flag that seemed to loom over your body. For some reason, you had become desperate to see the old little clubhouse. See if it’s still standing. Maybe it was nostalgia or just the alcohol running through your veins. Whatever it might be, you pushed past the feeling of having eyes on your back as you finally spotted the old rustic tree house you came all this way out for. 

Opening the latch with a little tug, you managed to climb the wonky stairs that led into the old oak cabin-like structure. It was built around the trunk of a large old elm tree, so the trunk went straight through the ‘living room’ as you and the boys called it. The rusty creak of the door catches your attention, and your heart jumps out of your chest suddenly spinning back to where the gate is. “I’m losing my mind...” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe you shouldn't have had those shots of soju with Yeosang before heading down here.

“I wouldn’t sell yourself short their sugarcube.” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, and if it wasn’t for the full moonlight shining through the plastic-covered windows, you wouldn’t have seen the man who owned the said voice. He was one of the men wearing the Ghostface masks. Unlike the other male who wore the traditional one, he wore a red one with little devil horns on the top. 

“W-Who are you.” The two men had been following you all night, and it's only now come to your attention that they were the eyes you felt while you walked through the woods. They had followed you here. To sacred ground. You and your friends hide away from the real world. But what really started to cloud your mind was the fact you couldn’t help but notice his voice. Without the loud music and wasted people around you, crashing into you every time you moved. You sensed a hint of familiarity. You tilted your head to the side as you gazed at his full figure. Now that you thought about it, his whole demeanour was familiar. 

“Pick a safe word.” you were starting to wonder where the other man might have been given these two had seemly always travelled in pairs from your knowledge. And though his voice startled you, you were not surprised to hear it.

“What?” You replied to the white Ghostface.

“Pick a safe word, bunny. And whatever we do stops the moment you use it.” he urged this time, a thread of desperation in his tone. You felt your head spin at his tone, wondering just how you managed to end up in some kind of dark fantasy of yours. Not that you were complaining. His voice began to bug your brain, too. You knew you recognized it, but you just weren’t sure who it belonged to. But your curiosity was officially piqued, and even though you were throwing caution out the window. You knew if there was any true danger and you no longer wanted to do anything, Mingi would most likely stay on the patio until you showed up again, so he would come running if you screamed loud enough.

“Purple.” You murmured in a short hum.

His shoulders relaxed and you could hear the grin in his voice as the red ghost face replied, “Purple, it is sugarcube.” He held his black-gloved hand out to you.

For a moment, you just looked at it. Your eyes trailed up his muscled arm to the devilish ghost face mask and then over his shoulder to the pitch-black woods beyond the window. You weren’t sure what he had planned for you, but the way your cunt began to leak at the thought of being fucked in your high school hangout had you thinking about bad decisions. As you come face to face with a red ghost face mask you slowly let out a shaky breath, feeling his body heat consume you. Maybe you should be scared. Maybe you should just use the safe word or try and run back to the party and forget about everything. But with their sinful aura and their lingering words, you pressed closer, “A-are you two gonna fuck me hard enough to make me scream. Sirs.”

“Oh, Bunny.” The white ghost face man growled, tugging your waist from behind until you were turned around, facing him. He slowly walked you back until you were pressed firmly against the thick tree trunk. Your shall luckily protected your shoulders from the itchy bark and with a rough grip on your thigh, he lifted one of your legs up to hook around his waist, stepping in between them, successfully pinning you to the tree. You could feel the man's massive bulge in his pants against your dripping core. You shivered at the feel of him, wondering for the first time whether you had really, in fact, lost your mind. “we’re gonna fuck you until you scream your throat raw.”

With that lustful whisper hanging in the air, your mind went blank. The red ghost face reached down and shoved your poofy dress up so it could sit around your hips, showing off your frilly black panties with a cute little bow on the front. This adorable piece of fabric was the only thing protecting your sweet pussy from these two very large men’s eyes. The white ghost let out a deep, sadistic growl at the sight, while red whistled, “Fuck sugarcube, ain’t these the cutest darn things.” He muttered, his black-gloved fingers tracing the side of the garment. In a quick movement, he twisted his fingers around the fabric and, with a sharp yank, he easily ripped it away from your body. “Too bad I had to do that.”

A harsh gasp was pulled from your lips and you jerked in red’s arms at the feel of your panties being ripped off you. No one had ever done that to you before and it made your mind a little hazy. You could feel a warmth drip down between your thighs. Good god you’re enjoying this a little too much. The man pulled your ruined panties away from your body, the fabric clinging obscenely to your soaking wet cunt. You could suddenly feel the cool night breeze against your most sensitive area, making you whine. Goosebumps raising all over your body sweet painful chill played against your drenched pussy and slick thighs, highlighting exactly how messy you were already to the world... pathetic really.

Not a moment after, the whine from the cold air changed to one of pleasure as you felt white this time, sliding his gloved fingers between your folds, pushing lightly against your clit. You couldn't help but buck your hips at the feeling, trying desperately to get his fingers inside you. You were so wet and needy already, feeling woefully empty, every nerve in your body demanding you be filled and fucked by the men caging you against the tree.

“Such a needy fucking thing,” Red, or was that white? Gritted his teeth like he was clenching his jaw. Whites fingers pinch your clit making you cry. He couldn't get enough in his sight if only he didn't have this fucking mask on. they both craved the way your body responded to them, their sweet little friend, practicality begging for them to fuck you. "She's so fucking wet and warm. it's like this pretty cunt is just begging for our cocks, isn't that right bunny?"

“fuck, yes, please,” you answered on an exhale, your voice high-pitched and shaky with need. “Need you both, please.” You tried to reach between your bodies and tug on White's belt to slide it open, but he batted your hands away, making red laugh.

The red ghost face gripped your face in his hand while the other teased the top hem of your dress. he brought his masked face close to yours like he was getting an up-close look at your expression. “I don't think you sound nearly as desperate enough just yet for either of our cocks, hmm?" you could basically hear the sharp grin in his voice.

A large hand is placed upon your chest, making you hold your breath. You can feel the heat radiating from just a simple touch. You swallowed thickly as Red gripped the front of your dress, pushing white away so he could pull you off the tree and tug you towards the floor. You can’t help but cry out as you land onto one of the old long floor cushions in the clubhouse. He’s so lucky it was there otherwise this entire thing would be over. You blow out a huff of air as you look at both men with a devious smirk. You can feel how intense both of their gazes are. Looking you up and down and taking everything in. If this is how they want to play, then….

“If I knew this was how my night was going to end. I would have spoken to you two sooner.” You giggled, opening your legs, your dress hiked up your thighs to reveal yourself slightly on accident. But both men growled either way…

Red quickly dropped down to you a little too eagerly. His hand placed firmly on your navel, pushing a small amount of pressure. The touch itself left you breathless. White joins your side, and his hands are quick to your breasts. You grab his wrist, a little hesitant. You meet his gaze under the mask, and he waits for you. Biting your lip, thinking, and wondering, you venture and guide his hand under your dress to your bare breast. You hear White shakily breathe out a quiet ‘fuck’ which goes straight to your gut. He flicks a thumb over your nipples before giving your breast a firm squeeze. 

You whine softly as two fingers easily slip into your slick cunt. By instinct or just by pure need, you go to close your legs in order to gain friction but a strong hand on your inner thigh stopped that. Giving you a light tap to keep them open. You find yourself breathing heavily and lost in thought. God is this really happening? You thought, arching your back upwards. 

The white ghost-faced man pulled your dress down from your breast, revealing them to the cold air. Your nipples harden and white runs his thumb over them again, fixated on the way your body responds to his delicate touch. If only you could kiss him, see who was exactly gifting you the pleasure from your fantasy. You felt a slight guilt twinge inside you, swearing at yourself for imagining your friends, Seonghwa and San. Would they ever do this to do? That was the thought that mixed with flashes of their face as white leaned closer to you, letting his mask almost touch your cheek. You reach out for the mask on the man’s face, your hand shaking from Red’s fingers fucking into you at a slow but brutal pace. But white’s hand comes flying up and grabs your wrist, moving your hand back away.

“Not now, bunny,” He chuckles lightly. His voice was so familiar, but it was becoming very hard to concentrate when a third finger was added amongst the others. The stretch has feeling dizzy, but with how wet you are, it’s an easy fit.

Your protest died on your lips as he let go of your wrist. You felt Red shift your legs up to his waist so he could dig something out of his pocket with his free hand, "I think we should record this, don't you?" he asked, but not to you, no, he asked his friend that was sitting so patiently next to the two of you. Your pleasure-filled brain was too far gone to understand his meaning either way. Not until you heard the flicking of a camera sound and a flash being turned on. The bright light shone in your eyes for a second before he moved it down your body to where his glove-covered fingers were still, deep inside your pussy. Awareness shot through your nerves at the realization he was taking a video of what he was doing to you. It also occurred to you that you could very well use your safe word right now, but as you looked down to see his fingers playing with your cunt for the camera, it felt hot. 

He could see the way your clit throbbed in pleasure and the was your clench around nothing. You never knew you’d be into being recorded but here you are, feeling a sense of desire from just being on display for these two men. You rolled your hips for him, watching how his shoulders visibly shifted with a groan following. He watched intensely through the phone alone with white as his fingers slid in and out of your soaked hole. “God, I’m gonna save this so we can watch it over and over again.” He punctuated his words with short, quick thrusts of his finger, making you cry out.

“Please,” you begged wanting to feel stretched out by their cocks already, but unable to form the words as Red fucked you. It was so good but not nearly enough, and yet, you could feel an orgasm building slowly in your gut. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Bunny,” White groaned, watching Red fuck you harder with his fingers. “Can you hear the sounds of your pussy from here.” he laughed, leaning over to grab the camera off Red so he could continue recording while Red used his now free hand to circle your clit while he continued to assault your hole. You could feel a sense of humiliation mixing with the blissfulness of pleasure Red was giving you as your body told him exactly how turned on you were. Even with your heart pounding in your chest and both men’s harsh breathing in their masks, you could still hear the lewd sounds that came from fingers pumping in and out of you.

He fucked you faster. The sounds only grew louder with your moans as each thrust sent your mind into a day a daze. His palm slapped against your wet folds, and the tip of his thumb rubbed your clit with a sharp tug. “More, please,” you begged breaking into a sob, feeling tears pool against the corners of your eyes.

“Mmm, that’s it Doll, beg for me,” Red growled, shoving his fingers out of you to give your pussy a harsh slap before plunging his fingers back inside you. You choked out a ragged moan as your head thrashed side to side against the old cushion with your hips writhing against his body.

“Please. I’m gonna cum. Please, I need it so badly.” you chanted, begging. You could feel yourself hurtling toward the edge, you just needed a little more. But a little push. Red seemed to know exactly what you needed and when he whistled over his friend, that’s when you felt a hand cover your eyes and then a wet sensation met your nipples. It was white's mouth, suckling on your tit with a sharp inhale. Your back arched at the feeling followed by the most degraded sound you’d ever heard left your own lips.

“Good girl, take my fingers. Come all a strangers fingers,” He praised, his voice raspy and muffled through the mask. “Need to stretch you out so you’re ready for our cocks,” He continued with a sly giggle. The way he was so consumed with your body was almost insane. Something about the way he said the word ‘stranger’ had alarm bells going off in your head, but they were so distant with your mind too consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. You were too focused on chasing your release, a whine rising in your throat as your arms braced against the man next to you as you fucked yourself on his fingers. You were so close. Pushing against white more, tugging on his bicep, you felt his hand slipping from your face. The alarm bells that were going off before were even louder now, trying to warn you about something. About them? With fumbling, eager hands, you curled your fingers around the edges of white's shirt before tugging one last time. His hand slipped completely off your eyes, what you were faced with left a loud, sharp gasp to leave your lips.

”Seonghwa!? San?!”

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Part two

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[miirohs]

kiss me more [c.s]

pairing: Choi San x GN!Reader wc: 0.7k cw: n/a an: i blame nyx (@yangkitties) and choi san for these fuckass ideas haunting my brain… live laugh love ateez yall

“Baby.”

You hummed in response, despite your eyes never straying from your mirror.

Once again you applied the red lipstick, frowning at how it looked on you. It didn’t look quite right. 

“Baby?” 

“Did you call me-“ You started, pausing for a moment as Sans’ arms curled around your waist, his face settling in the crook of your neck. “San?”

“What’s taking so long? Are you okay?” He questioned, leaning on your back as he gave your bag a curious look, looking at the products littered across your bed.

“I’m fine, Sannie.” You sighed, slightly agitated as you slammed the lid of the lipstick on the bottle.

“No, you’re not,” He murmured, grabbing it from you and turning you around to him. His dark eyes peered into yours, holding all sorts of affection towards you even as you actively shoved him away. You could’ve sworn staring at him forever would’ve solved all your problems.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong, please?” He looked at you, a slight pout forming as his lips.  “Nothing is going right for me today,” You sighed, picking up the tube and holding it up to his face, “this little shit isn’t working like it should and i really liked it.” 

“Is that so?” He chuckled, taking it from your hand and gently shaking it. “Bad lipstick!”

You gave him a small smile as he handed it back to you, a grin on his face as if he was wholly satisfied with having abused the small object in his hand. “Are you feeling better now?” He asked, leaning into your space once again.

“A little,” You admitted, rolling the tube in your hand, “I can’t quite tell what's going wrong though.”

“Look at me real quick baby?” His hands grabbed your face, bringing you closer to him. You could almost feel his lips on yours, closing your eyes as he ran a thumb over your cheekbone comfortingly.

“I have an idea that could help you fix it.” You gave him a curious look. “Kiss me as many times as it takes and I'll help you reapply if it doesn’t look good in the end?” He offered, head tilted as you opened your eyes in shock, gaping at him.

“San? I’d basically be-” He hushed you, bringing your hand up to his own face, warmth spreading through your fingers. “I said it’s okay, why are you hesitating?”

You nodded weakly, getting up. 

Standing between his legs, you leaned into him as he pushed up on his hands, unflinching as you got closer. He tilted his head as you got close, heart squeezing as he looked you square in the eyes.

“I think you look even more beautiful up close,” He cooed, scrunching his nose up as you pressed down on the bridge, leaving a bold red imprint behind. “I think that’s enough, don’t you?” You blushed, looking away as he gave you a mischievous smile. “No, I still think there’s some left… why don't you kiss me a little more baby?”

Cringing, you peppered his face in kisses as he sat there patiently, leaning into your touch with a proud look on his face.

“You… you look ridiculous,” You said, stifling laughter at his puzzled expression once you finally got a good look.

“You were supposed to tell me I look amazing,” A pout settled onto his lips again as he tilted his head at you, lipstick marking up almost every corner of his face. You could see how it lit up his face, happiness in his eyes as he watched you move around him.

“You know, it doesn’t look half bad,” You said, rubbing some of the smudged product away.

He didn’t respond, too busy memorizing the look on your face, taking in everything.

“Hold on,” He said, forcing you to pause as he pulled you into his lap, “You have a little something… right here.”

He ran his thumb over the corner of your lips, leaving a soft kiss where his fingertips had traced, following a path down to the column of your throat.

“Hey Sannie,” You hummed, looking up at him, “Can I have another one?” 

“Another what?” He answered in response, acting oblivious.

“You know what it is!” You groaned as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, completely unserious. You’d have to drag it out of him.

“Fine, but it might ruin your-“

“Oh just shut up and kiss me already.”

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[mazeinthemiroh]

the worthy type.

yunho x best friend! reader

genre: fluff, hurt / comfort, romance, best friends to lovers

word count: 1.7k

warnings: cursing, reader has insecurities

synopsis: best friends didn't look at each other the way yunho looked at you. but you found it hard to believe that he could ever be interest in you. but oh how wrong you are...

author's notes: so i know it's been a hot minute since i've posted, well, anything. but hopefully this fic will redeem that fact? let me know your thoughts and ummmmmmm yeah! enjoy my sweetums <3333

There's a lot to be said about the way Yunho looked at you.

It was always with interest. With intent. There was some sort of motive behind his gaze and, when you looked back, you would try and figure out what his thoughts were. But, you were only faced with the tingling feeling in your cheeks as they heated up at the sight of his adoring grin.

You both had been friends for a while. More than friends, really. Close friends. Closer than most, and people found that odd. Lots assumed you were dating, and you would be lying if you said you never thought: "Yeah, why the fuck are we not dating?"

But alas, you continued in your closeness with him, grinning at each other from across the room, whispering jokes in inappropriate circumstances, cackling at each other's witty remarks so that strangers who passed by would mutter 'They're so damn loud.' Stuff like that, and you felt yourself falling.

But there was something holding you back.

"Want some ice cream?" San held out a delicious tub of Ben and Jerry's that he was more than ready to dig into.

"Nah, I'm good thanks," you turned it down, staring at your phone in a bit of a daze.

It wasn't unusual for you to hang around the dorms of the Ateez members. You were all friends there, and they liked to spend time with you when they got the chance.

"So," San scooped a bit of ice cream up into his spoon, elegantly swirling it around as if it were art, "you and Yunho..."

You felt yourself roll your eyes.

"'Me and Yunho' what?"

San shrugged, a smirk pulling at the edge of his lips.

"I don't know... when are you gonna get with him?"

You blinked at him and sighed loudly, "I don't know what you're on about."

San didn't look amused, now digging into more of the ice cream. He remained silent, which unnerved you.

"Don't you think that if," you hesitated, before continuing, "if something was going on between me and him, something would've happened by now? Like... we would be together already? That's how I see it."

"That's not how I see it," San replied, not bothering to look up from the ice cream tub this time.

"The way I see it," he started, "is that you both have been friends for a long time and neither of you want to cross that boundary of 'something more.'"

There was a dull feeling of insecurity that slowly bubbled up inside of you. You tried to gulp that feeling down with water, but it remained there.

"He doesn't find me attractive, San," you said plainly. "That's it. I'm not his type, and that's that."

You shrugged, but ended up turning your head away to avoid San's gaze, in case he saw any tears that started forming in your eyes.

"You shitting me right now, Y/N?" San stabbed his spoon in his ice cream, and made his way over to you, plopping himself down next to you on the sofa so he could look at you better.

You looked down, suddenly filled with self-loathing. You were never made to feel special. Never made to feel worthy of attention or love. People have told you all your life you didn't look good enough, and at a certain point, that type of thing starts to play with your mind.

"There's no way in hell I'm his type, San."

"Listen-"

"No, you listen to me! Look at the people you work with, San. The people in the industry, the idols who look so perfect. They have the perfect, ideal bodies, faces, skin, proportions. Everything." You sounded exasperated; emotionally exhausted. It sounded like you wanted to get all this off your chest. San listened to every word, of course.

"So why, out of all these perfect people, would he choose me?"

San frowned, his eyes narrowing and his head shaking. He listened to you vent, but he wasn't happy. His tone remained soft but firm:

"Ask him."

You licked your lips. "What? No way."

"Ask him what his type is, Y/N. Ask him."

You remained silent as he made his way off the sofa, stretching slightly as he did so.

"You think you know what he likes? You think he's not attracted to you? Ask him."

And with those words, he was gone, leaving you to dwell over the whole conversation, arms crossing over your chest.

Your lunch breaks consisted of travelling all across tone just to meet up with Yunho. It was once every week, to be fair. But it was a commitment you were willing to stick to, despite the slight inconvenience in travel. It wasn't inconvenient if it meant you got to spend time with him.

You scolded yourself for thinking in such a hopelessly romantic way, but it was true. Romance or not, he made your week. One hour of coffee or walking around the river or random street food lunches to share with each other. Whatever happened, it was always fun and memorable, because it was with him.

You both sat on a bench overlooking the river. It was a chilly autumnal day, and your fingerless-gloved hands grasped the warm cup of coffee tightly. Yunho's legs were outstretched and folded; this way, you could admire their impressive length of them without seeming like a complete weirdo.

"It was funny," you racked your brain trying to search for ways to sneak the ultimate question casually into a conversation with your best friend, "me and San were talking about what kind of people we like. I mean... everyone has a type, right? It was funny hearing what San was saying about that..."

He kept quiet, a small smile on his lips as he listened to you, gazing down at his coffee.

"But umm... well, what would you say your type is?"

Yunho half snorted, half chuckled at your question, clearly amused at your curiosity about such a thing.

"Why would you wanna know?" He teased, nudging you playfully as you laughed your nerves away.

Once he stopped laughing, he hummed thoughtfully, looking up across the river as if pondering a very serious matter.

And, after long last, his answer was made clear:

"I don't have a type"

You wanted to punch him. "God, after all that?"

Yunho exhaled another laugh, but this time looked more serious.

"Well, having a 'type' sounds so limiting. Because it's usually about external factors, and, well, external factors change, right?" Yunho turns to you, and you nod your head slowly, trying to understand where he is coming from.

"For example, if someone's 'type' is someone with brown hair or long nails, those things change! They could dye their hair and cut their nails." Yunho took a sip from his coffee, "so all of that is silly. No one will ever be satisfied if they think in such a limited way."

He leaned back and yawned slightly, before peering over at your thoughtful face.

"Did I satisfy you with my answer?" Yunho smiled and shrugged.

"I guess I wasn't expecting that to be honest," you confessed.

Then silence took over, and while your eyes were fixated on the cup in your hands, his eyes were solely on you. And his smile never once wavered.

After a long time to think, he sat up a bit more, fixing his posture and turning more to look at you.

"You know what" his voice sounded softly next to you, "I was lying."

That piqued your interest, and you found yourself turning around to face him, an enquiring expression written on your features.

"I do have a type," Yunho nodded, his eyes twinkling slightly as if he had made some sort of revelation.

"What, then?" You half whispered. He liked to leave you dangling by a thread.

"My type is you," he poked your nose, shuffling closer and stretching his arm to wrap around your shoulder. You laughed in protest but you could see in his eyes that he was serious.

"If that is the case," you asked slowly, "why couldn't you have told me this in the first place?"

"Now that wouldn't be any fun would it?" Yunho chimed, and you almost pushed him off the bench, but luckily he's strong enough to defend himself!

"It's hard confessing something like that to someone you care about the most, you know?" He muttered, and you realised that he had been rather vulnerable with you, more so than you've seen before.

"Well it's a good thing I'm dangerously in love with you then," you murmured back, causing you both to look at each other and, before you knew it, Yunho leaned in to press his lips into yours. It was a sweet kiss, one that felt as though it should've happened a long time ago. One full of gentle longing, and a shy eagerness for more kisses to come.

You both pulled away and breathed out a laugh together. Yunho's cheeks were particularly rosy by this point, and he felt he couldn't stop smiling even if he tried.

"What about all the perfect people you work with?" You pressed on further, "The gorgeous idols who are everything everyone wants to be."

"If everyone looked and behaved the same, it would be boring" Yunho shrugged, "and you know how much I hate things that a boring."

And he leaned in to give you a peck on the nose.

"Besides," Yunho held you closer, "I know you better than anyone. I wouldn't trade our connection with anything or anyone, because it's real and it's ours."

Tears pricked at your eyes as you looked at him, the wind moving around both of your bodies as a force, nature's way of pressing you together, closer still.

Your lips found each other's again, this time more desperate, full of passion, full of a wanting to last forever. Your hands found his as you laced your fingers in between his long ones.

Your connection had never made you more secure in yourself. You could really get used to the feeling of Yunho by your side, like this, in a way that made you realise that you are enough.

You are worthy. And you've found your special person.

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[j-a-nuary]

BFF Ateez reacts to you accidentally sending a risqué photo

Warnings: suicidal ideation as a ✨️joke✨️, lots of all caps yelling. If you're looking for a best friend to lovers arc, this is not it.

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Bonus: my recent fave reaction image

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[noramoons]

nothing compares to you.

pairing: song mingi x fem reader (afab)

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au, established relationship

rating: mature/18+ (minors DNI).

word count: 3.2k

warnings: explicit smut [fingering, slight somnophilia?, praise, unprotected sex, wet dreams], language

summary: you’re relieved when you wake up from a nightmare—especially once you realize mingi has been having a much, much different kind of dream than you.

You're falling.

You'd been climbing up this steep, rocky cliff for as long as you can remember, jagged rocks digging into your palms and dirt making its way underneath your fingernails as you ascend, paying for each brutal inch upwards with your own sweat and tears—but you're exhausted. You've gone too far, for too long. And you've slipped. You're falling.

You don't even remember how you'd gotten up to the edge of that cliff in the first place, where you'd been going or where you'd come from, but you're certainly careening off of it now, accelerating with the wind in your hair as you plummet towards the water at the bottom of the cliff face, unable to shut your eyes even as you brace yourself for the impact—

You blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness of your bedroom. A dream—it was just a dream. A nightmare, more likely, but still nothing more, even as your heartbeat continues to pound in your chest as the adrenaline wears off.

You're brought further back to reality when you feel the weight draped across your stomach—Mingi. His arm, to be more precise, slung across you but still holding you as close to his chest, to him, as possible, even as he sleeps.

You smile a little at the thought, taking even breaths to calm yourself down from the nightmare. You try to match your breathing to the soft snores of the man behind you, breathing in as deep as you can through your nose before exhaling out of your mouth, finally feeling that fear and tension begin to fade from your body.

"Mmmph," Mingi suddenly whispers, and you turn your head across the pillow to face him—but you're surprised to see his eyes still squeezed shut. He's still asleep. But you can see that his eyebrows are furrowed, even in the dark, as if he's concentrating on something as he sleeps.

The next time he speaks, you understand his words much more clearly.

"Y/N," you hear him say, a frown suddenly tugging the corners of his lips down, and you find yourself frowning at him too. Mingi might be having a bad dream just like you had been—so you start to turn further to your side in an attempt to wake him up, but he only holds you tighter against him, fingers wrapped around the fabric of the front of your shirt.

"Y/N," he says again, this time directly in your ear—and this time the tone of it sounds much more familiar. Desperate, almost.

You start to suspect that he isn't having a bad dream at all. And your suspicions are confirmed when you feel him roll his hips against you, gasping into your ear as he does so.

Oh.

His fingers dig tighter into the material of your shirt, holding you impossibly closer to him still. Your eyes widen when you hear him groan your name again, still fully and wholly asleep. "Please," you think you hear him add.

His hips rock against you once more, and there's no doubt at all in your mind as to the contents of his dream once you feel the hardness against your ass. You clamp a hand over your mouth to keep the sharp inhale that leaves your throat as quiet as possible.

The torture continues for what feels like an eternity—Mingi practically moaning into your ear, gasping out words you occasionally understand while his grip across your body keeps you from moving. You can only take so much, though, and it's not long before a real groan escapes you too at the panting you hear behind you.

The moment you'd been trapped in shatters immediately, however—the instant you make a noise, Mingi stirs.

"Y/N?" he mumbles, sounding much more like he usually does in the morning and not at all like what you'd just heard against the shell of your ear for the past several minutes. "What time is it?"

You shake your head, trying to compose yourself as you turn your entire body now to face him. "I'm not sure," you say.

Mingi frowns. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

You wave his words away, biting back the grin that threatens to tug at your lips. "What were you dreaming about?" you ask, as innocently as possible.

Mingi, however, doesn't hesitate. "You," he answers.

The boldness makes your cheeks flush, and you see him grin when he notices. But you press him further. "What about me?"

"We were in a house—ours, I think. Just us."

"Just us, huh?" you repeat, grinning a little at the thought. You don't mind Mingi's housemates at all—they've all been nothing but exceptionally nice to you since you've met them, and from what you can tell, they keep the apartment fairly clean. But the thought of a home with Mingi, with just the two of you, is still something out of a dream.

He nods. "It was early morning. I could see the sun in the kitchen windows—you were in there with me, making coffee for the two of us."

You're amazed that he's kept up the pretense for so long. "And?" you ask, poking him in the side as you press him for further details.

Mingi laughs softly at you, wrapping one hand around your wrist to stop your incessant jabs. "And I bent you over the counter."

Oh. Fuck, that was hot—Mingi's not always one for dirty talk, so to hear him state so casually what he'd done to you in his dream sends heat blooming between your legs.

Your reaction isn't lost on him, either—his grin widens when he sees the way yours suddenly falls. "Were you dreaming about anything?"

You let out a laugh. "I was falling off a cliff, I think. Nothing nearly as fun as yours," you add with a wink.

But Mingi frowns. "A cliff?" He pulls you closer to him, as if to reassure the both of you that you're not doing anything of the sort. "I'm sorry, love. I wish we could have switched dreams."

You make a face at that. "I don't. I'm rather glad you woke me up that way, actually."

His eyes widen. "Oh. Shit. I woke you up...like that?" Funny, how much shyer conscious-Mingi can be than his sleeping self.

But you just shrug. "If you really want to make it up to me, you can touch me," you ask, as sweetly as you can. "Dream-you may have been fucking me over a counter, but real-you just teased me for what I think was the greater half of ten minutes."

Mingi laughs. "Alright, alright," he says. "I'd could never leave you hanging like that. I'll get right to work." He winks before leaning in to brush his lips against your cheek, then your jaw, your chin, before he finally lands against yours, kissing you gently while one of his hands skims down to the waistband of the shorts you've slept in. He dips lower, circling your clit with his thumb before his long index finger swipes over your entrance—and he breaks the kiss, smirking once he feels how wet you already are.

"Needy, hmm?" he asks, warm breath dancing along your jawline as he works his fingers against you. "Near-death-experience dreams got you all worked up?"

You try to let out a scoff, but it turns into a choked out moan when he finally pushes a long, slender finger inside of you. "More like you moaning in my ear for ten minutes—nghh, fuck, Mingi," you sigh, his name spilling from your lips as he pushes another finger deeper in you, rubbing against your slick walls.

He doesn't say anything in response this time, but you can practically feel the cheeky grin above you as he continues his ministrations, pushing in and out of you at an increasingly teasing pace, going from a gradual build to wrenchingly slow—and you aren't sure how much more of it you can take when he curls a finger up against you, exactly where he knows how to get a reaction.

"Shit," you say, feeling that all-too familiar flame burning its way through your chest. "Mingi. I need you."

He doesn't stop, but he slows the pulse of his fingers rubbing against you. "You have me," he says, feigning confusion. You know he knows what you want. You also know that he just wants to hear you say it.

And you think you've had enough teasing for one night—so you don't hesitate to groan out, "Fuck me. Please."

It's dark in your shared bedroom, but your eyes have adjusted enough that you can practically see Mingi's eyes dilate at your words. "So polite," he says, brushing a kiss to the bottom of your chin. "How could I ever say no to that?" His lips glide over yours once again, greedily trying to consume as much of you as he can as he yanks your shorts down to your knees before tugging his own underwear off (and partially to distract you from the stretch of him pushing his length between your legs as it replaces his fingers).

You still moan out against his lips, breath heavy against his when he bottoms out, hips resting against yours. Mingi smirks. "Always sound so pretty for me."

You, however, feel a twinge of embarrassment the minute the sound leaves your mouth—but its not due to either of you. "Your housemates heard us last time, you know," you remind him, cheeks burning at the memory of the text you'd received from Wooyoung, who sleeps in the room beside Mingi's, asking you to please let him have at least one night this week where he wouldn't be awakened by the two of you.

His cheeks redden too, but he shakes his head at you, smirking all the while. "You'll just have to be quiet, then," he whispers.

That causes a smirk of your own to tug at your lips. "I'm not worried about me being loud."

And that, of course, Mingi takes as a challenge. It's half an instant after he realizes your words that he grabs hold of your waist with one hand to steady himself as he starts to roll his hips into you, easing himself at an achingly slow pace.

"Feel so good," you hear him gasp into your ear—quieter than usual, but the words alone are enough to send a shiver of lust through your veins. "So damn tight."

You're practically biting your tongue to the bottom of your mouth to keep your groans from escaping. He knows exactly what you want to feel. What you want to hear.

Damn him.

You link your arms around his neck before pulling him down into a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans and yours in a clash of tongues and teeth while Mingi continues rocking in and out of you with careful, almost teasing thrusts, and it's not long before you feel that initial spark of pleasure in your veins melt into something more—an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and warmth growing from between your legs that moves up, lust working its way through your every fiber until all you can think about is this want—this need—and how badly you want him to move faster.

So you concede. For now. "Mingi," you gasp, fingers curling in his hair and scraping against the back of his scalp. "Need you."

You don't miss the way his breath hitches as you tighten your hands in his hair. "You need me? To do what?" he asks, putting on an Oscar-worthy performance, truly, as he tilts his head to the side in confusion, all while still rolling his cock in and out of you at an achingly slow pace.

"Faster, Mingi," you cry out, planting your metaphorical white flag in the sand. "Please. You said you'd fuck me." You nearly pout as the words leave your lips.

He grins from above you—that toothy grin that makes you feel the same warmth you'd get from a fireplace on a snowy day, all safe and protected and loved. The sudden spread of affection in your chest at the sight almost makes your heart skip a beat—almost as much as the sudden kiss Mingi presses to your lips. It's not at all like the ones before; rather, the pressure of his lips against yours is nearly chaste, delicate—as if he was afraid you might break against him.

When he pulls away, you see that that loving grin has melted into something else altogether—something much more familiar to see on your back like this. "I did, didn't I?"

"Yes," you plead, nearly in tears. "Please—"

But you don't have to say anything else before he finally, finally takes you at the pace the two of you both want. God—when he'd been gasping in your ear half-asleep earlier, you hadn't ever thought you'd get this far. Maybe a heated kiss with both of your hands down the other's pants—which wouldn't exactly be a new situation for either of you on a morning that you both have off from work. But it's rare for both of you to both want each other this badly right after waking up.

You can analyze the moment later, you suppose—when Mingi isn't grabbing the backs of your knees to fold your legs and push them further up your chest, thrusting into you deeper and without mercy, like he is now, pounding into you harder and making you see stars with each cry that leaves your lips.

He's won, you think—no doubt about it. And he knows it, too, if the unrelenting nature of his soft groans against your shoulder contrasted with the bruising grip he's leaving on your thighs is any indication. "So goddamn pretty," he says, groaning your name when he feels you tighten around him at his words. "Love having you like this, all for me—fuck, Y/N—"

"Shit," you gasp, feeling yourself rapidly approaching the edge. "Mingi—fuck, I'm close," you warn him, as if he couldn't already tell.

Mingi moans with you at those words. "Come with me, then," he murmurs against your skin, practically pleading. "Please—wanna feel you fall apart with me."

He skims a hand down your stomach, lightly, gingerly—as if you're something delicate, something precious to be treasured—before working a long, calloused finger against your clit, moving in small, slick circles before the knot below your stomach finally snaps and you come, hard, with a cry of Mingi's name and your fingers leaving marks on his shoulders.

He isn't far behind you, leaning down to sink his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder to silence his moans, snapping his hips against yours two, three, four more times before he stills within you, painting the insides of your walls white as both of you cry out again—calling out each other’s names in a moment of completely euphoric harmony.

It’s quiet for a moment—one singular, solitary moment as the two of you catch your breath, before Mingi’s pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your hair before slowly pulling out of you, rolling out of the bed only to return seconds later with a warm washcloth.

He lavishes affection on you as he gently cleans you up—like he always does. “Thank you,” he says, kissing the side of your knee tenderly. Longingly. “I love you.”

Your chest swells, and you quickly grab at his shoulders to bring his face back up to yours, kissing him as gently as you can. “I love you too,” you breathe against his lips.

He beams at you, and you’re suddenly reminded of how the two of you ended up in this situation, fully awake in the dead of night, in the first place. “So?" you ask, fixing your gaze on him as you try (and fail) to keep a serious expression. "How'd that compare to your dream?"

Mingi lets out a laugh almost immediately at the very notion, wrapping an arm over your side as he rolls over with you, bringing you back to his chest in an embrace before pulling away enough to lock eyes with you.

"Nothing compares to you," he says quietly, and the sudden seriousness in his tone makes you still for a moment. At least, it does—until he opens his mouth again. "You're just the real deal, you know," he adds, punctuating the end of his sentence with an over-exaggerated wink and a soft kiss to your forehead. Cheesy enough to eat.

You roll your eyes, shoving him lightly (but not moving your hand away from his chest afterwards). "That's a relief, then," you quip, and Mingi hums in agreement, pressing you closer to his chest again. It's a comfortable silence that the two of you sit in after that—fully aware of the other's breathing finally returning back to normal, feeling Mingi's heartbeat against your cheek as he keeps you close.

That's why it almost feels like a shame when you break that silence only a moment later. "You know, I...I don't think it was all unrealistic. Your dream, that is," you clarify, looking up at Mingi from your position curled up beside him.

He tilts his chin down to look at you. "What do you mean?"

You shrug. "I think I can see us like that too. What you were describing—the two of us in our own place. Maybe somewhere out in the country where it would be quiet and calm, or an apartment in the city where we could walk to everything. I don't...I don't think it would matter where it was, really, as long as you were there too."

The words spill out before you can stop them—there's something about what you feel with Mingi now that leaves you an affectionate mess. The magic of the afterglow, you suppose. Then again—he always makes you feel this way, doesn’t he? Supported, and encouraged, and loved? It’s nothing out of the ordinary around Mingi—and that makes you want to make that dream a reality even more with him.

Besides—he clearly doesn't see you as a mess, despite how you may feel. Mingi doesn't even give you a chance to feel embarrassed at your sudden words before he's swooping down and pressing a kiss against your lips, gentle and loving as he cradles your cheek in one hand. When he pulls away, you see it again—that endearing, warm grin that he wears from ear to ear that makes you feel like you've achieved an award by causing it to appear on his face. That beautiful expression, that you caused. "I'd like that too," he says. "All of it. Especially the ending of that dream," he adds, and you laugh with him. Unbelievable. You've just slept together.

"I'll make it happen," he says, suddenly. "We both will. I believe in us, you know?"

You do know. Because you believe in him too.

You fall asleep wrapped in his arms, content with your chin nestled against his shoulder and his even breathing against your skin. So content that you don't even hear the buzz of your phone on the nightstand beside you, a notification you won't even see until the morning.

J.W

> you two owe me earplugs.

a/n: hi besties🧍long time no fic! it’s been an. interesting several months for me LMAO but i think ive finally plowed through some writers block with this fic! it’s nice to work on a oneshot every once in a while instead a bigger dedicated series, so i hope you enjoyed this little steamy mingi oneshot. i do have several more works for ateez on the way—both oneshots and a longer series—so i hope y’all will look forward to those too if you enjoyed this!

i also hope everyone is having a safe and happy holiday season so far! feedback is always welcome through reblogs, comments, and messages 💛 thank you sm for reading!

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[stareesm]

love habits .⠀━━⠀jeong yunho

⠀⠀(ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈)⠀⠀synopsis habits of jeong yunho during your relationship.

pairing atz j.yh x gn!reader⠀genre fluff⠀warnings mentions of insects, mentions of unspecified dangers if you squint⠀word count 235⠀note i love him :(⠀© stareesm

⠀⠀FINISHES YOUR LEFTOVERS

he offers to finish your leftovers whenever you're too full. he hates to see you feeling wasteful, so he scarfs down your leftovers without a second thought (even if his stomach refuses). likewise, he also hates seeing you hungry, so he offers the rest of his meal if your stomach isn't satisfied. or perhaps you simply dislike the food you ordered? no worries! he'll gladly exchange his meal with yours.

⠀⠀HOLDS YOUR HANDS WHENEVER YOU'RE OUTSIDE

yunho isn't one for being overly protective, but he likes to keep an eye out for you. you're his one and only, after all. he likes to interlace his fingers with yours, keeping a gentle yet firm grip on your hands. caressing the back of your hands with his thumb, or giving them a tight squeeze - it helps you calm down when pushing through crowded areas. holding your hand also allows him to pull you behind him in case of danger, which he hopes he will never have to do.

⠀⠀KILLS HOUSEHOLD INSECTS FOR YOU

this man is up and ready the moment he hears your frantic calls for help. yunho is grabbing anything within his reach - a book, slipper, whatever - whilst entering the room and collecting intel of the pest's position. he has absolutely no fear when it comes to insects scaring his partner, even boasting his catch to you at times. you needn't worry when you have yunho!

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[jujitto]

🕯️ 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈. ͏★ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖧𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝗒

𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈 ׂ ۪ 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ۪ ׂ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝖼𝗐 ۪ ׂ ۪𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟢.𝟤𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡．𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍

now you and both know this man is tall. tall as fuck for what reason?! I don’t know why and neither do you. but one thing I do know is that you bitches who have the size kink are going to go crazy. when mans wraps his arms around you can’t help but feel loved. plus him wrapping his arms around makes you feel small in his arms considering mans is bigger than you. he would know what he was doing too! HE HAS TO KNOW!

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡． 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽

there’s just something about his hand holding yours in his that you love and that makes you smile. especially when his hand swallows yours that just makes it so much better for you. especially with how big his hand is compared to yours. the fact that your smile is so big when it happens is something that makes him happy too.

ׁ ׁ εεε ଓ ｡． 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌

now, this one is a little bit about him, giving you his clothes to wear and you wearing them. bestie don’t tell me that you wouldn’t love wearing his clothes especially if they loosely hang off your body and make you feel like you’re wearing oversized clothes. there’s just something about him giving you his clothes that makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. now, don’t tell me that you wouldn't love this because honestly, I would love it myself if I were you. 

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[jungkookslipring]

This is Home

summary: reader's house no longer feels like home, but she has her best friends to help her escape.

pairings: Yeosang + San + Wooyoung x Reader (w/ mentions of OT8)

relationship: Platonic

genre: hurt/comfort

tw: mentions of depression, crying, mentally/verbally abusive parents. If any of this is triggering I would steer more towards my happier fics. Please be kind to yourself<3

It wasn’t uncommon for you to show up unannounced at your friends’ apartment, especially late at night, but this time, it was different. This time you ASKED if you could come over. The group chat was only used to send memes, nothing more nothing less.

~8 makes 1 Team + y/n~

You: ‘Can I come over please?’

Your phone immediately started ringing, and San’s profile pic popped up on your screen.

“Y/n? You alright?” he asked. You bit your lip, shaking your head. 

“Would you like us to come get you?” He asked quietly. He was assuming you were trying to keep quiet. You hum in a disagreement, cause if you talk you’ll lose it.

“We’ll unlock the door, come over whenever you’re ready,” he whispered. You sniffled, hanging up and trying to catch your breath. You packed up an overnight bag and tiptoed out of your bedroom and out the door. The drive was short, blessed that they lived only 10 minutes away from you. You walked up to the door and knocked quietly it was midnight, so there was a chance everyone was awake or asleep except for San. The door opened, San’s face full of worry.

“You normally don’t knock either, Y/n,” he said with a worried chuckle. Everything you were doing was beyond out of character. You sucked in your cheek, trying to will the stinging behind your eyes. San pulled you into the warm apartment out of the freezing weather. 

“Here let’s get you out of this,” he whispered, taking off your winter coat. 

“Is every one asleep?” you ask. San nodded.

“Yeah but they’re heavy sleepers I’m sure if you ran around screaming like a banshee they’d be dead asleep,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood. You couldn’t help but smile at the efforts San was making. You saw the couch had a few pillows and a couple of blankets, where you normally slept. You put your bag down and got ready to sit down. San gently stopped you.

“You can take the bedroom, Woo and I are going to be out here,” he said. You looked at him in disbelief.

“What? Sannie, no, that's your guys' room.”

“We want you to have your privacy,” he said kindly. Wooyoung stepped out of the room with worry in his eyes. You were so used to him nearly breaking the furniture and decor to tackle you into a hug, so you weren’t used to him walking up to you slowly but with urgency. 

“You okay?” He asked quietly. You bit your trembling lip, your vision blurring when Wooyoung touched your shoulder. 

“Oh come here…” Wooyoung said, pulling you into his arms, San joining shortly after. 

“Do you want to talk about it,” San asked, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You shook your head sniffling. You weren’t ready yet.

“If you want to talk about it we’re here, for now, let’s get you in bed,” San said, patting your head. You nodded while Wooyoung wiped your eyes. San had already grabbed your bag and took it to the bedroom. Wooyoung gave you one more squeeze before he got settled under the blankets on the pullout bed. You made your way to San and Wooyoung’s shared bedroom, giving San one more hug before you got under the covers. 

“Let us know if you need anything,” San said, squeezing your hand. You nodded before turning over in the bed, almost immediately falling asleep. 

The next morning you woke up feeling groggy. Your eyes were swollen from the tears you let fall when you got into bed. You checked your phone, seeing it was 9 am, everyone was probably awake by now. Normally, you would hear people stomping around, voices loud, just chaotic, but it was something you were used to. What you weren’t used to was it being super quiet. You heard footsteps but it sounded more like tiptoeing. You were brought out of your thoughts when there was a small knock at the door. Judging by the knock you knew who it was. 

“Hi, Yeosang,” you called quietly. A timid “hi” was at the other end of the door.

“You can come in, Sangie, it's okay,” you say from your bed. The door knob slowly turned and in came Yeonsang.

“What time did you get here last night?” He asked as he came and sat at the end of San’s bed. 

“Around midnight, I think everyone was asleep except for Sannie and Woo,” you said. He hummed as he tapped your foot.

“Did something happen?” he asked carefully. He didn’t want to push you if you weren’t ready. You nodded, trying to hold it together.

“Is it your dad?” he asked. You bit your lip and blinked back the tears. Wordlessly, Yeosang came and sat next to you, pulling you into a hug, but making sure you stayed warm under the blankets. 

“We were worried when we saw your text, wasn’t very on brand of you to ask to come over,” he said comically but with a sad tone. He and San were right; because they started leaving their door unlocked so you could waltz right in because you would stand and knock repeatedly on the door or ring the doorbell till it was close to breaking. You sighed and decided that if you didn’t say something now, you probably wouldn’t later. You let Yeosang in on everything, telling him what had happened, and he didn’t speak a word until you were done, heartbroken seeing you so hurt.

“He had no right saying that about you, you know that right?” he asked. You were torn because you had the “I don’t give a fuck what you say” energy but you’re still human, and cruel words from anyone hurt, let alone your own family. Yeosang was alarmed by the lack of response, and he slowly turned his head towards you.

“He had no right, Y/n, what he said was not true,” he said with more confidence this time. You nodded because Yeosang was a man of very few words but when it came to the ones he loved, he would do and say anything to protect them. Shortly after his little speech, he offered to go refill your water jug, and not too long after, there was a small knock at the door, it was San and Wooyoung.

“How are you feeling, Y/n?” Wooyoung asked. You shook your head.

“Not great, I just told Yeosang what happened,” you said rubbing your eyes.

“Are you okay with sharing what happened? If it's just him that knows it’s okay!” he reassured seconds before Yeosang walked in with your water jug that was now filled with ice cold water. You took a swig and set it on the bedside table.

“I can tell you,” you croak, already feeling yourself choke up again. Everyone made their way onto the bed and you told them everything. While you explained your story, tears coated your cheeks and it took them everything in them not to get angry. They were appalled by what they were hearing, but also so sad seeing you hurt. 

“Y/n… you do have respect for yourself. Everything negative your father says about you is wrong,” San says as he wipes your eyes. Wooyoung rubbed a thumb over your hand while your head rested on Yeosang’s shoulder.

“It just sucks…*sniff* the one permanent safe space, my home, doesn’t even feel like a safe space anymore,” you say before breaking down in Yeosang’s arms. Yeosang’s heart hurt while San and Wooyoung saw red. How dare the person who is supposed to be a role model, a friend, or a PARENT, not make your home a safe space. They let you cry for as long as you needed and didn’t dare speak a word until your cries were reduced to sniffles and the occasional hiccup.

“How can we help, Y/n?” Yeosang asked. You shrugged, because what can you do? The damage was done. 

“Unless you know how to magically reverse emotional damage, I don’t know… I just don’t know anymore,” you whisper, feeling so defeated.

“Well, is there anything we can do for you now?” Wooyoung asked. You shook your head.

“I just don’t want to go home…I don’t feel safe,” you whisper, your vision blurring again. The boys gave each other knowing looks, clearly able to read each other’s minds.

“You are more than welcome to stay as long as you need to, and if you truly don’t want to go home, you are more than welcome to move in,” San said confidently. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head.

“Guys…no, this is your space… there are 8 of you already living here!” you say in disbelief.

“What’s one more?” Yeosang asks. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You put a hand over your mouth and tears of happiness started flowing,

“Don’t you make me cry now!” Wooyoung exclaimed while he was looking up at the ceiling blinking back the moisture in his eyes.

“Take all the time you need, okay? Let us know and we will support you no matter what,” San said before all of them pulled you into a group hug.

“I love you all so much,” you said tearfully. They said it back, and when you heard them say it, you knew they meant it. Your house may have been where you lived, but in this space, this was home.

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[hongcherry]

Stolen Kisses || khj

"Balancing work and his personal life wasn't easy, but Hongjoong made do by stealing kisses from you when he could."

💋 Pairing: boyfriend!idol!Hongjoong x Reader (cis f)

💋 Rating/Genres/AUs: NC-17; 100% fluff; Idol au, established relationship

💋 Warnings: They shower together but nothing sexual occurs, reader is referred to as girlfriend/girl, lots of kithes hehe, reader is a foreigner, usage of pet names (baby), a cringy nickname for Hongjoong lol (let me know if there's anything else!)

💋 Word Count: 4.6k

💋 Author's Note: I've had this sitting in my WIPs for months since July but I always got distracted while editing it. However, I finally sat down and looked it over thanks Syd if you see this lol. This is my first of many Hongjoong fics, which I'm excited about! This live got me feeling warm and bubbly, so I hope you all enjoy the fluff with me (:

Key: English | Korean

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A heavy sigh left your lips as you strolled through the narrow hotel corridor. It had been a long week dealing with picky clients—each wanting things created to the “T” according to their visions. Some just didn’t understand that no, you couldn’t put white text on a pastel pink background as it would be difficult to read with the lack of contrast.

You shook your head, hoping to rid the memory of the clients from your brain. At least for now. You just wanted to snuggle against your boyfriend until the responsibility of both your schedules forced you apart. You had flown out after work one day to visit Hongjoong while he was on tour. While Hongjoong had his own schedule to attend to today, you decided to explore the city.

As you approached the room you shared with Hongjoong, you could hear a faint voice inside. You recalled he had texted you earlier to let you know he had planned to do a livestream with his fans tonight. They were usually scheduled beforehand so you didn’t accidentally interrupt him or any of the other members. That must be what he’s doing now, you thought to yourself.

You kept that in mind as you carefully unlocked the door and pushed it open. You tried not to make a sound, so it wasn’t heard in the stream.

Hongjoong and you were lucky to have your own room, but the fans may get suspicious if they heard the door opening if he were to be alone. Sure, they may think it’s one of the members or staff, but you knew Hongjoong didn’t want to risk it. Understandably so because you felt the same. 

The streams were normally conducted with a staff member in the room so they could monitor the member(s). Despite this, they made an exception tonight and monitored the stream in another room. If anything were to arise, they would contact Hongjoong via text.

It’s no surprise your relationship with the famous idol was a secret. You didn’t want to bring any drama to his career. You both figured if you were still together in the future–hopefully, you would be–then you may consider disclosing your relationship to the public. Though, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Hongjoong quickly glanced up mid-sentence when he heard the soft click of the door opening. From where the entrance was located, you couldn’t see each other. You made sure the door was locked before peeping your head around the corner to show yourself. You gave him a little wave in greeting as you took off your shoes.

When Hongjoong saw you, his lips instantly curled in a small smile. However, the smile was quickly directed to the camera to act like the grin was for his fans—not his girlfriend.

“Yeah, it’s spicy,” Hongjoong said to the phone that was propped up as he sat back against his chair. He set his chopsticks to the side of his empty noodle bowl.

You soundlessly made your way further into the room and set down your purse before making your way to the closet.

“Yeah, definitely spicy,” Hongjoong continued. He quickly licked the corner of his lips to rid any remnants of the spicy noodles he had just consumed. His eyes stole a glance upward to see you starting to remove your clothes.

He’s seen your body multiple times throughout your two-year-long relationship. Seeing you change was normal for him now, yet, he could still feel his body tingle at the sight of your figure. Perhaps it was because he loved your body, but another part of him was just so enamored with the reminder that you were his. That this domestic life with you was something he could really have, even with his hectic schedule.

“I need some water. Just a moment,” Hongjoong quickly told his fans and left the chair.

You were finishing changing into more comfortable clothes when you felt warm hands grab your hips.

You snapped your head up in surprise to see Hongjoong behind you.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered in your ear before pressing a soft kiss against your temple, trying to keep the sound inaudible to the stream. “I’ll be done soon, okay?”

“It’s fine,” you reassured and turned in his grasp. You placed a gentle hand against his cheek as you pecked his lips, wishing you could indulge in his affection longer, but you knew his fans were waiting for him to return.

Reluctantly, he let you go and went to the mini fridge in the room. He retrieved drinks for both of you and handed you one.

“Thanks,” you murmured and grabbed it. After giving you one last kiss, he went back to his chair.

It wasn’t the first time you had been in the same room as him while he did a live stream. Although you had to stay silent during them, you got used to them over time and ended up doing your own activities.

You quietly broke the seal of the water bottle, sat on the bed, and took a sip. Your eyes wandered to your boyfriend in the corner of the room.

His two-toned hair was slicked back to expose his forehead. Some pieces fell into his eyes, but the look just made him more attractive. He donned a plaid button-down shirt that appeared a little too big, but you knew he didn’t mind the oversized fit. Hongjoong has always been handsome, but today he just shone more than usual. You could probably sit there and admire him until the sun rose.

“Ah, I brought soda, but I don’t think I can drink this right now,” Hongjoong said after a while of reading the comments. “One moment.”

Hongjoong took the chance to be near you again.

“Was that an excuse?” you giggled softly and peered up at him when he neared the bed.

He smiled and shook his head, leaning down to give you yet another kiss. He didn’t care if he was being excessive with the kisses. He missed you too much to care. Plus, he would be unable to feel your lips due to his schedule, so he was being greedy while he could.

“No,” he said after the short kiss. “But I might as well steal a few kisses while I can, right?”

As if to be true to his word, he gave you another one.

You laughed quietly and grabbed his hand, shaking it gently to show your own affection. You would have done more, but you didn’t have time.

Hongjoong understood and grabbed a juice from the fridge before going back to his chair. And no, he didn’t forget to give you a kiss, but this time on the top of your head.

You sat for a few more minutes watching him interact with his fans. A small smile formed on your lips involuntarily. You couldn’t help the way your heart swelled at how he composed himself.

“I’ll work hard to prepare with confidence,” Hongjoong continued his talk.

Despite wanting to watch him, you tore your gaze from him and pulled out the book you brought with you. Though, it was hard to focus. You stared at the words on the pages, yet you weren’t really reading. Your attention kept drifting off to the man in the corner of the room. His calming voice lured your attention to him.

Hongjoong was the third member you met of ATEEZ.

You were hired to contract for the company three years ago to help with graphics for their promotions. You ran into Yunho and Wooyoung on your first day. Ironically, you had met them down the block from the company building but didn’t recognize them at the time. It was your first time going to the building and being a foreigner, so you had a little trouble with directions. You had enough knowledge of Korean to live by, but some words or phrases still had you puzzled. Nevertheless, you found the building with their help.

Two weeks later and you met Hongjoong during a briefing meeting. You didn’t see him after a while and every meeting was nothing spectacular. What made the difference was that you and Hongjoong often got to the meetings early and made small talk. He didn’t mind which language you decided to speak, as long as you were comfortable. He even encouraged you to speak English since it helped him learn and retain it better. Likewise, it helped when he spoke Korean to you constantly. You were learning from each other, and it was a lot more beneficial than learning from a textbook.

You both tried to keep things professional despite the growing feelings toward one another. For some time you sat at opposite ends of the table to increase the distance—hoping the farther away you were, the more your feelings would disappear. However, it was to no avail. Like two teenagers in love, you both snuck off after meetings to exchange forbidden kisses in abandoned rooms.

You and Hongjoong knew your contract with KQ was coming to an end after the promotions, so you made a deal that you wouldn’t continue whatever you two had any further until your contract ended. Although there wasn’t a dating ban, you still wanted to remain professional. You were always told it wasn’t good to be in a relationship with a coworker—conflict of interests and such.

Once the contract was finished, Hongjoong asked you for a proper date.

It was easy to fall for Kim Hongjoong. He was hardworking, thoughtful, open-minded, and of course beyond attractive. You always felt happier around him and the feeling intensified when he became yours.

“‘Will you go watch the Minions 2’?” Hongjoong read aloud the comment. He gave a small smile. “I’ll try.”

A few more seconds passed as he read the comments.

“Yep! So… ‘Go to sleep!’ Noo!” Hongjoong paused with a chuckle but then relented. “Okay.”

You glanced up from your book at the sound, catching a glimpse of a smile on his lips. Your body was growing tired as the minutes passed, but you forced yourself to stay awake. You wanted to spend some time with Hongjoong before you went to sleep.

“I have to wash my face and body and hair and all that,” he continued and gestured to the parts he was listing.

You smiled hearing him speak in English. Even though he wasn’t able to study lately, he still tried to have conversations with you in English to remember the words he did know. You knew he wanted to work diligently in any way he could.

“I’ll get going now,” Hongjoong began to sign off, a hand waving to the camera. “Have a good day, and have a good night. Bye bye! Bye!”

Hongjoong fiddled with the phone for a second before quickly repeating a bye and turning off the live.

He waited a moment to be sure the live ended then got up and walked toward you.

“Sorry,” he said as he sat next to you on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your body and hauled you into his lap.

“Don’t apologize, Joongie,” you replied and snaked your arms around his shoulders. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck. His body was warm and he still smelled faintly of his cologne. “You need to talk to Atiny. They love seeing you.”

Although you did want more time with him, you knew it was important for him to build that connection with his fans. He wanted to talk to them, too, just felt bad that he couldn’t do both—talk to them and hang out with you. There weren’t enough hours in the day.

“But I love seeing you too,” Hongjoong whined softly and squeezed your body tighter.

You giggled and nodded, showing that you loved seeing him in return.

“You look really handsome today,” you complimented and pulled away to look at him.

He grinned, teeth on display while his eyes stared at you fondly.

“Thank you, baby,” he said and leaned forward. You met him halfway.

You smiled into the kiss, your heart still fluttering after years of constant smooches. You weren’t sure if you would ever get over the way he made you feel.

Hongjoong massaged your sides as he deepened the kiss. His tongue found yours and you giggled lightly when you tasted the lingering spice from his noodles. At the sound, he squeezed your sides playfully. Your hands trailed up to his hair; your fingers tangled in his locks. Although they weren’t as soft as usual due to the hairspray, you still liked the way it felt between your fingers.

When you were both out of breath, you pulled away. His eyes were shining under the lights.

Carefully, you leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the makeup remover wipes. You freed one from the package and slowly began to wipe the makeup off Hongjoong’s face.

Hongjoong’s lips twisted up in a small smile at the action. His eyes fluttered closed while he continued to trace random patterns on your sides.

None of you spoke a word, but that didn’t matter. You just wanted to feel him against you. To be in his presence.

After you wiped away his eye makeup, he opened his eyes and slid his hands to your back.

Hongjoong lazily rubbed your lower back as he watched you. He started to hum a random tune while he did so. Your head was tilted as you concentrated on not being too rough on his skin.

“Come join me in the shower,” he spoke as you finished removing the last of the makeup.

You tossed the wipe in the trash and put the package back on the nightstand.

“But I’m too tired for sexy time,” you confessed with a small whine, already feeling your eyes getting heavy.

Hongjoong smiled at you chastely. “We don’t need to have sexy time. I just wanna spend more time with you.”

Your eyes squinted while you hummed in disbelief.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he begged, lower lip sticking out in a childish pout. “Please?”

Your eyes remained on his face for a moment. His eyes were round as he silently pleaded for you to agree. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” you caved in.

Hongjoong grinned and patted your butt to indicate to move. You followed his silent order and climbed off his lap.

Hongjoong started to unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his honey skin a button at a time.

“You’re staring,” he teased when he noticed your eyes glued to the way his fingers worked to unfasten the fabric.

“Yes I am,” you boldly replied and flickered your gaze to his.

Hongjoong’s eyes widened slightly, and he ducked his head when he felt his cheeks redden. You supposed he wasn’t expecting that response.

You laughed and raised his chin to see his face. “You’re cute when you’re shy.”

“I’m not cute or shy,” he huffed and finished undoing his shirt. He stood in front of you, blue jeans on and shirt hanging open to show his defined torso. If he weren’t being pouty, you would’ve found him sexy in his fit. You just thought he was more adorable right now.

You placed your hands on his chest, and he shivered at your cool touch.

“Yes you are, and I love you because of it,” you said and pressed your lips against his pouty ones.

During the kiss, you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You helped him pull his arms out, clothed chest pressed against his.

Hongjoong’s hands trailed up your hips to your waist. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and gently peeled it from your body. Because you had dressed comfortably, you had opted out of wearing your bra.

“You’re cold,” he said when he felt your chilled body against his warm one. “Let’s get you under warm water,” he instructed.

Hongjoong quickly removed his pants and took off his watch so he was only in his underwear. He grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom.

After adjusting the temperature, he pulled off his remaining clothing. You followed suit and wrapped your arms around your body—the cool room causing goosebumps to form quickly.

Hongjoong stepped inside first to ensure the temperature was fine then held out a hand for you. You put your hand in his without hesitation.

A sigh left your lips when the hot water hit your body.

Hongjoong held you close to his figure to help warm you faster. You rested your head against his chest, letting the water fall over both your forms for a while.

“Better?” Hongjoong asked while he rubbed your back.

You nodded.

“Good,” he said and reached for the shampoo. “How was your day?”

You turned around when Hongjoong gestured for you and closed your eyes when you felt him put the liquid on your hair. He began to gently massage your scalp.

“Just some more annoying clients. They wanted a dark… Uh,” you paused when the word in Korean escaped you. You’ve heard it, even used it before, but for some reason, you couldn’t remember at the moment. Hongjoong paused in his movements to give you more of his attention.

“Gradient,” you said, glancing at your boyfriend over your shoulder.

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he tried to understand you. He didn’t know that word in English.

“When the color fades from one color to another,” you tried to explain. You could see the imaginary cogs turning in his head, trying to guess the word you were attempting to describe.

“Ahh!” he exclaimed when he recalled the word. “Gradient.”

Of course.

“Gradient,” you repeated sheepishly, though Hongjoong didn’t mind that you had forgotten. He gave you a reassuring smile and grabbed the shower hose. He rinsed your hair, careful to ensure no soap got on your face.

You closed your eyes again and continued, “They wanted a dark gradient with similar shade text. I tried to explain that it wouldn't look as nice but they insisted.”

Hongjoong listened carefully as he washed his own hair quickly. You felt bad that he helped you without you asking, so you stopped his movements and replaced his hands with yours.

“Maybe they’ll change their mind when they see it in its final version,” Hongjoong tried to comfort.

“I hope so,” you replied. You helped him rinse his hair then you each put in your own conditioner. “If they don’t, I don’t want to put my name on the work.”

Hongjoong was used to you switching between languages. Although it took him a little longer to understand what you had said, he never complained as it always helped him with his own English.

“It’ll just show how you’re able to adapt to others' requests,” he assured and reached for the soap bar. You let him glide the soap across your body, enjoying the feel of it and his fingertips against you.

Hongjoong hadn’t been a fan of skin ship initially. During the first few kisses you had, his touches were light. You could barely feel him on your clothed waist. Even his kisses were gentle to the point you felt you were simply brushing lips rather than actually kissing. He gradually became accustomed to your touches, but he still limited a few of them because he wasn’t used to such affectionate actions. Although he did receive love from his members—whether voluntarily or not—it felt different when the touches were from you.

Eventually, he was used to feeling your skin against his. Even started craving it so much that it was hard to even go to the bathroom without him clinging onto you like a koala. It was rather cute. Now, he only gets that way if he hasn’t seen you in a long time. Though, you are never upset with it. You like needy Hongjoong.

“That’s nice of you to say,” you replied and grabbed the bar.

“You’re talented, baby,” Hongjoong said.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

Hongjoong let out a small sigh at the feel of the soap rubbing against his skin. His head lolled back, and you took the time to admire his fit figure. His muscles were not as defined as some of his members, but they were still easily visible. Although you didn’t care either way, you had to admit it was a nice plus.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Hongjoong answered softly after a few seconds. He tilted his head downward in time to see you rinsing the bar, a habit of yours, before setting it down.

He stepped under the water and let the soap run off his body.

“I have a lot to thank you for,” you said.

Hongjoong grabbed your hips and swung you around to be under the water. You laughed and wiped the water from your face, but it was useless as more water kept coming.

“Like what?” he whispered and captured your lips with his before you could answer. Water raced down both your faces, but neither of you minded. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he smiled into the kiss at the feel of your body flush against his.

You pulled away and adjusted your bodies so he was more under the water. You reached up to tilt his head back as you rinsed the conditioner from his hair. He closed his eyes and kept his hands on your waist.

“Like how thankful I am to be able to be the only one who gets to kiss you,” you answered belatedly.

“Or how thankful I am to have a boyfriend as amazing as you,” you paused when you noticed Hongjoong’s lips twitching upward. It was as if he was trying hard not to smile. Wanting to see his full grin, you continued.

“Thank you for being so good to me… For making my heart do all sorts of cartwheels.”

“Cartwheels?” he asked and opened his eyes as he moved from the water. He stared down at you confused, not understanding what you meant.

“Cartwheels,” you explained. His mouth opened slightly in a silent “ah” as he understood, nodding slowly. However, his expression quickly turned bashful as he averted his eyes briefly. The words had finally sunk in and he felt his heart thud faster.

“Y-you still don’t need to thank me,” he mumbled and returned the favor of helping you rinse your hair.

“Maybe not,” you said even though you truly believed you did. Hongjoong was such a blessing in your life; you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. “But I want to.”

Hongjoong bit his lip at your words. He could run in circles with you about this all night long. Instead, he shut the water off and went to grab a towel for you.

He enclosed the towel around your body before he quickly dried off his chest and hair with his own towel. He wrapped the material around his waist and secured it. As he did so, you dried off and fixed your towel around your body.

You both did your night-time routine hastily then climbed into bed together.

“I hope you have a better day at work tomorrow,” Hongjoong said once you were both settled under the covers. You were facing each other, legs tangled under the sheets. Hongjoong had a hand placed on your side, rubbing his thumb against your warm skin absentmindedly. He spoke slower than usual as he focused on using the correct words in the correct order; yet, you were patient as always. Switching languages wasn’t easy and you admired that he still tried to use your native language even if he wasn’t totally confident in speaking it.

“Me too,” you replied with a smile.

“So, I have a question,” he said. You hummed to show your curiosity.

“Will you go watch the Minions 2 with me?”

You giggled. “Of course, my Minioong.”

Hongjoong sighed at the nickname, acting as if he disliked the pet name you had given him when you first learned about his love for Minions. Though, deep down you knew he liked it. Even if it was cringy and sounded a little funky, it came from you.

“I’m not going to share my popcorn with you now,” he huffed. Playfully, you stuck out a tongue at him. This earned a teasing poke from your boyfriend to which you whined in response.

“My silly girl,” Hongjoong said fondly and moved his hand back to your waist.

The softness of the mattress and the comforting feel of his hand on your bare skin had your eyes drooping. You blinked rapidly when you caught yourself dozing off.

Hongjoong chuckled softly at you trying to fight off the sleep. He pulled your body against him so your head was tucked in his chest. He rubbed your back and closed his eyes, basking in the feel of you engulfed in his embrace.

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said and pressed a soothing kiss against your head.

“Are we still going to breakfast?” you wondered quietly, still not wanting to rest just yet.

Hongjoong hummed in affirmation. “You still okay with the members joining us?”

“As long as I get to sit next to you, yes,” you teased as you recalled the time Wooyoung rushed to occupy the only seat by Hongjoong. It forced you to sit away from him, which isn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things. However, your time with your boyfriend in person was limited, and you just wanted to cling to him until you couldn’t anymore.

“I’ll make sure of it. You’re not leaving my side tomorrow,” he replied with a smile.

“Only tomorrow?” you asked softly and peered up at him.

Hongjoong caught your gaze, carefully raising your face more so he could plant a chaste kiss on your lips. “Forever, baby.”

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” you confessed glumly. Your trip to see Hongjoong was ending soon. Once their concert ended tomorrow, he was taking you straight to the airport so you could catch your flight. Despite being sad you weren’t able to spend your last few hours with him directly, you were still happy to see him on stage—doing what he loved for the people he loved. He was meant to be a performer, and you loved seeing his passion shine brightly under the stage lights.

“I don’t want you to either,” he sighed, tugging you against his body and resting his head against yours. “’m going to miss you too much.”

There was silence as your mind ran, sprinting from one sad thought to another. You wanted to stay with Hongjoong longer.

“Don’t be sad, pretty girl,” Hongjoong mumbled. “It’ll be okay.”

“I love you, Joongie,” you replied softly, eyes closing as you let Hongjoong hold you. He squeezed you tenderly before lifting one of your hands to plant a lazy kiss.

“I love you more,” he answered.

Knowing Hongjoong was too tired to argue with you, as he usually did when you said this, you answered, “I love you more.”

“Just this once,” he said with an airy chuckle. “Now, go to sleep, baby.”

“’kay,” you mumbled softly and closed your eyes, a triumphant smile on your face. You felt him adjust a little before settling down. He kept you close as you drifted off to sleep. Instead of dreading tomorrow, you focused on being with Hongjoong now. 

It was difficult to be in a relationship with an idol. You knew it would be from the moment you fell for one, but actually living through it pained you more than you realized. However, feeling Hongjoong’s warm body flushed against yours—hearing his heart beat steadily as sleep slowly consumed him—made you remember why you risked it all. Why you overcame the lonely nights, the three-in-the-morning facetimes, and the virtual dates. 

He was worth it all.

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[wewouldbesavage]

i'll be here, don't forget it | jwy

Synopsis: Somehow, Wooyoung always knew when you needed him. Even when you wouldn't say it out loud.

Word Count: 1280

Tags: fluff, established platonic or romantic relationship (up to you!), emotional hurt/comfort

Author's Note: first fic here i am very nervous but i hope you like it <3 very self-indulgent, i wrote it bc currently i am very stressed with college and need a wooyoung of my own lol

It was nearing midnight, and you were still sitting at your desk, hunched over your textbook and pages and pages of notes. Your desk had definitely seen better days, as currently it was stained with coffee cup rings and pens and highlighters were scattered about. You knew cramming the night before a test was bad, and you were usually pretty good about studying weeks before the day of a test; but you had an upcoming test in your philosophy class that you had completely forgotten about, and you were cursing yourself for not being more responsible. 

You could barely keep your eyes open as you silently read the same sentence in your textbook over and over again, trying and failing to understand what was being said. In defeat, you closed your textbook, slamming your head down on the desk, feeling the tears pool in the corner of your eyes. 

Suddenly, in the midst of your crying session, you heard three soft knocks on the door. You knew it would be no other than Wooyoung, your best friend and roommate. You sat up in your chair and hastily wiped away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. It's not that Wooyoung had never seen you cry; he had seen you in far worse shape, like the one time you drank too much at a party and spent a good few minutes puking up breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Or the one time you had your heart broken by your crush and you were a weeping mess for a week straight. Wooyoung was always there for you, and depending on what you needed in those moments, he always delivered --whether it be a stupid joke or a lengthy cuddle session, Wooyoung always knew what to do. 

"Come in," you said softly, trying to hide the tremors in your voice. Wooyoung opened the door slowly, peeking his head in first. When he took in the sight of your desk, his expression melted into one of concern.

"You're still up?" He asked, inviting himself in. You nodded sluggishly in response. 

"I'm studying." You replied, before chuckling dryly to yourself. "Well. I was studying." 

Wooyoung threw himself on your bed, yawning obnoxiously loud like he always did. "I can't imagine studying at this hour would be very effective." He said. 

For some reason, you felt like crying again. You kept your head down, not being able to meet Wooyoung's eyes, knowing full well that the dam would break if you did. Wooyoung, ever so observant, noticed this behavior and immediately commented on it. 

"Hey. What's up." He spoke. He didn't even have to ask if you were alright because he already knew. 

You shook your head, the tears gradually getting harder to fight. You felt so pathetic in this moment, crying over a test, but to be fair your entire week hadn't gone that great. It was exam season, and you had spent so much time working without giving yourself a single break. On top of that, you worked retail, and dealing with rude customers on the daily only pushed you further toward your breaking point. Now, you were studying for a test that you're sure you were going to fail. Your grade in your philosophy class wasn't fantastic to begin with, and if you didn't pass the exam it would most definitely put you at a failing grade. 

Everything was building up within you, ready to explode – and that's what happened next.

You started openly sobbing, your tears cascading rapidly down your cheeks. Wooyoung was by your side instantly, wrapping his arms around you. When you felt his arms encompass you, you closed your eyes and just focused on him. You were grateful for Wooyoung, because when it felt like you were floating, he would be there to ground you.

His oversized sweatshirt smelled of laundry detergent; fresh and clean. He was warm, so warm, and his hold on you was tight and reassuring. He rubbed your shoulder in a supportive manner, subtly reminding you that he wasn't going anywhere.

"It's okay. It's okay." He repeated, and you just kept crying and crying until your whole body was shaking and you were beginning to heave. 

Wooyoung kneeled down in front of you to look at you better, seeing as you were still seated. Both of his hands were on either side of your face. With your eyes bloodshot red and snot dribbling out of your nose, you were sure you looked hideous, but Wooyoung couldn't care less, even going as far as wiping away the wetness on your face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"Look at me. It’s okay. Wooyoungie's here." He said with a silly smile, and almost instantly, you felt a smile appear on your face, too. 

"Come with me?" Wooyoung asked softly. You stared at him, confused. He nodded his head in the direction of your bed. "Let's rest, yeah? How does that sound?" 

With a final glance at your messy desk, you turned to him and said meekly, "that sounds so fucking good." 

Wooyoung grinned, grabbing your head and standing up. Together, the two of you walked the short distance to your bed. Wooyoung climbed in first, and he outstretched his arms, doing grabby hands at you and making you giggle. 

You slipped into bed next to him and immediately curled into his side. His arms were around you once more, his chin on top of your head. He rubbed your back gently, and for several minutes, the two of you laid there in complete silence (other than the sounds of your sniffles). 

Eventually, Wooyoung was the first to open his mouth. "How are you feeling?" 

You smiled into his chest. "So much better. I'm still worried about that test, though. I'm totally fucked." You replied. 

Wooyoung made a noise of disapproval. "Even if you don't do well, it's okay; it's not like your life will be ruined. People fail stuff all the time, it happens. If it makes you feel any better, I totally failed my math exam the other day." 

You snorted. "That actually does make me feel better." 

Wooyoung laughed, and it was adorably loud as always. "Well, good. That's what I wanted." 

A few more beats of silence pass. You feel your eyelids getting droopy, and Wooyoung's breathing has slowed considerably. Before either of you succumb to sleep, you say one more thing.

"What the hell would I do without you, Wooyoung?" 

Wooyoung chuckled and you could feel the vibrations through his chest. "Please don't get all cheesy on me now." He replied. 

You rolled your eyes. "I'm serious though. It's times like this where I'm reminded of just how lucky I am to have you." 

"Just the other day you called me an annoying buttface." 

"You still are an annoying buttface. But, like, a really awesome one." 

Wooyoung's high pitched laughter filled the room. 

"Well, I'm your annoying buttface." He replied, to which you pretended to gag. 

"I'm the cheesy one? What kind of k-drama are we in right now?" 

"Oh, shut up." Wooyoung said jokingly. "I love you. A lot." He said, his voice taking on a more serious and sentimental tone. 

You held onto him tighter. "Love you too, stupid. Thanks again." 

You felt his lips ever so gently caress the top of your head. It was a fleeting kiss, happening so quickly it was almost as if it never happened at all. But you felt it.

"Anything for you." Was the last thing you heard Wooyoung say before you fell asleep peacefully in his embrace.

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[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉.𝐖𝐘 ♡

【Synopsis】 : The thought of Wooyoungie being a photographer at your college campus, but he is completely obsessed with you to the point he starts stalking you...

『Word count』 : 701

-> Genre: Stalker au. Suggestive. College Au

Pairing: Photographer!Pervi!Wooyoung x Artist!Reader

[Warnings] : Stalking. Toxic behaviour. Breaking and entering. Lude thoughts. Wooyoung can't help himself half the time. Socially awkwardness. Toxic relationship??? The illusion of smut. Mention of horny books, hehe.

Note: So I had a random thought while watching a show about a photographer and a darkroom concept about a Pervi!Wooyoung and since of @shinestarhwaa sending me a request, haha I thought this would be perfect.

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He had this red room he went to every day alone cause he wasn't very good at socialising. Now, that doesn't mean he doesn't have any friends, no, no. He's got friends, but they just don't understand the importance of capturing the world in a single frame. No one is better than a still image in a frame.

Until you came along.

You were like a walking art piece. The perfect picture in his eye. beautiful at every angle. When you smile, when you laugh. The way your hair frames your hair or the way you match your clothes to your body shape perfectly. Everything screams perfect.

You are the definition of perfection.

Wooyoung would fantasise about you. Creating scenario after scenario of how he'd say hi. What your first date would be like. How you would look underneath him as he pounded into you with his—

That last thought he was not proud of.

But oh, could he imagine. He took photos of you without you knowing. They started off innocent, of course. You simply walking to class. Sitting under the maple trees on campus or hanging out with your friends. Then, he would get closer. Following your home, just to make sure you got there safely, no other reason, of course. He found you left your side window at the end of your kitchen unlocked and slightly agape to let this stray cat in. A black cat.

Silly you.

The first time he snuck into your house was none other than thrilling. He didn't dare go into your room or any with a closed door for that matter, just in case he woke you. No, he would rather sit in your lounge room, taking in the homey scent. The smell of pine wood timber and vanilla. He noticed you had a bookshelf filled with such a variety of novels. Wooyoung, of course, had no clue what any of them were... Court Of Thorns? Hooked? Touch of darkness? Den of vipers? Hunting Adeline... 

He had to remind himself to check them out later. 

After sneaking in the fifth time, he decided to risk opening a few rooms. The bathroom first where he would sniff you body washes and perfumes, becoming entranced with the scent. Your study, looking through only a few book shelves. And then Finally your room. The way you slept made his breathing hitch.

Perfect even in slumber.

He wanted to capture it. But alas, he was afraid. He wasn't a creep after all. No, of course not. He just snuck and broke into your house and watched you sleep. No, not creepy at all. You were is muse after all. Just something to admire, he would never hurt you.

He watched you sitting across from him during one of the classes you shared. You were stretching. Again. Your nose seemed to be constantly in that art book or one of your novels for that matter. 

By the tenth time he broke in, he spent his time looking through your study. He wanted to find that damn stretch book so he could see what interested you so much. Why would you rather look in a book rather than the elegant world around you? To his surprise, he found it sitting under a bunch of papers and such. He sat down in the chair while taking a deep breath, opening the sketch pad with caution and a mix of curiosity, but what he found was not what he was expecting. Every page, filled with erotic sketches. Monsters, People without faces. Even yourself and...

Him.

It was drawings of him and you, together in lude positions. 

"I was wondering when you were going to find it." Your voice made him jump, closing the book as quickly as he could. His wide eyes darted around the room, freaking out. Not knowing how to react. Or what to say. you, however, just waltzed over to him, pushing the chair back slowly, letting it roll against the floor. He was frozen, just watching you sit on his lap facing him before turning to the desk.

"Come on, you haven't even gotten to the good ones yet."

Turns out you were just a perverted as him.

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[miirohs]

only you [s.m.g]

pairing: CEO!Song Mingi x Female!Pregnant!Reader wc: 0.7k cw: poorly written fluff. that's it. thats the warning. an: i blame drakes verse and my need to write an au with this fine as fuck man. this is very soft!

You shuffled into Mingi’s office, pulling the shawl closer to yourself as you padded across the wooden floors. His room seemed to get bigger every time you came.

You could see his silhouette against the window, illuminated by the soft yellowing light that shone from the lamp on his desk, the only true source of light in He was talking to someone over the phone, running his fingers through his hair and pacing, tone obviously frustrated.

You paused, listening in for a few moments before you stepped back. The floorboard creaked as you took another step, causing you to wince. If he hadn’t heard you before, he’d definitely heard you now.

“Yes I know, and I think we should- Y/n? Is that you?” Mingi turned around, spotting you in your attempt to sneak away. “I gotta go, my wife is here- Tell him to contact me when he’s ready.”

“I’m sorry about that Min,” You murmured, cheeks heating up from your spot as he sat down at his desk, setting his phone right down as he watched you, “I didn’t realize I’d be making so much noise .”

“You know you’re always welcome here,” He sighed, patting his thigh “c’mere, I wanna see you.”

You tiredly shuffled to him, gingerly placing yourself in his lap. He yanked you closer to him impatiently, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

“Feels like I haven’t seen you in so long Min,” You whispered, running a hand through his hair, “I miss you. Can’t sleep lately because of the baby either.”

“I know,” He frowned, looking up at you with apologetic eyes, “‘m sorry.”

“It can’t be helped,” You sighed, “you’re always working hard. I applaud you for being able to pull that off.”

“Perks of being a CEO,” he muttered, a pout spreading on his face as you pulled him closer.

“If you want, I could try and help you,” You said, brushing the falling hair out of his eyes, “I do know a thing or two about running a business.”

He snickered, holding back stronger laughs as you watched, confused.

“You? Run a business?” He burst out laughing, stopping as you landed a smack on his back, “Sorry! Sorry, i was just laughing thinking how scary you’d be as a boss-”

“Damn right,” You huffed, glaring at him.

“I don’t doubt you and your fearsome temper,” Mingi teased, kissing your temple as your face heated up, attempting to hide in the crook of his neck from his advances, “but I don't think it’d be fair of me to make a pregnant woman work.”

“But then-” He stopped you, looking you dead in the eyes with a smile. “If I have to, I'll just pass on the work to Yunho and maybe some of the other COOs!” 

“Mingi,” You groaned, rubbing your face with your hands, “That’s not very fair-”

“But If i get to spend time with you and spoil you, it works out! Now I wanna spoil you for being so patient with me,” He grinned, leaning into your space. “So, what does my pretty wife want? Hm?”

“Min, I have a closet full of clothes worth more than me and my food is always stocked,” You deadpanned softly, giving him a kiss on his jaw, “if anything, I just want you to go to bed with me right now.” 

“But baby,” Mingi whined, rubbing his face into your shoulder, “I just wanna show you how much I love you.”

“If you wanna be like that, I'll hope you hold to your promise of giving that work-” You paused, yawning, “-to someone else because I am tuckered out. It’s two in the morning and I am ready to snooze.”

“Fine, but only for you!" He scoffed, rolling his eyes with affection as you raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to carry you?” He chuckled, muscles obviously flexing against your back.

“Alright, go on, you big show off-” You yelped as he lifted you up, twirling you around.

“This is fun, we should do it more often!” He exclaimed, earning a small smile from you. His phone suddenly rang on his desk, abandoned by the both of you.

“Are you going to get that or…?”

“It can wait,” He grinned, kissing you on the nose, “lest i should keep you waiting.”

“No objections here captain,” You murmured, leaning into him, “now let's go, or i'm gonna be seriously grouchy.”

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[kyufessions]

animal crossing

synopsis: on seonghwa’a day off, you both cuddle while playing animal crossing

pairings: boyfriend! seonghwa x g.n. reader

genre: domestic fluff

word count: 0.9k

a/n: i’ve had this idea for several days so here it is !

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

whenever there’s a day off, it’s normally spent doing cute couple things you both never get to do such as cafe dates, shopping for the apartment together, etc. but having four days off in a row was new for both of you, so you ultimately decided to have a lazy day in when the rain ruined the picnic date you both planned out. since the day was still young, you decided that as seonghwa changed you would quietly move around furniture to make a makeshift fort out of couch cushions, blankets, and anything else you can find. just as you were adding the finishing touches and making sure everything looked as perfect as can be, you heard his footsteps coming closer and turned around to see the excitement in his eyes at the setup.

two hours later and you were both cuddled underneath the fort, the thunder outside bringing a sense of comfort as random music played in the background. you sat between his legs, your head on his stomach as you played on your nintendo switch and seonghwa on his as his back propped up against the back of the recliner. you were never one for animal crossing growing up, but after meeting seonghwa you understood the hype. it was an amazing time waster and definitely brought you a sense of joy; it was such a comforting game to you. and playing it together with your boyfriend made it even better, even if you two did play it differently.

the entire time you’ve known and dated seonghwa, he’s only ever restarted his island twice. meanwhile, you were currently contemplating on restarting your island for the eighth time. if seonghwa ever got bored, he would just redesign his entire island or house. but if you ever found yourself needing a new challenge in the game, you just restarted the whole thing.

deciding to just restart your game, you watch the screen anxiously as you await your starter villagers. a grunt left your lips as you noticed who the starters were, earning a small jump from your boyfriend. “sorry,” you automatically said after feeling his movements, looking up at him for a split second to place a quick peck to his lips before continuing on with starting your island all over again. “i just restarted my island.”

“again? that’s like the fifth time-“

“eighth.”

his eyes widened, his eyes looking down at his screen as he continued making new clothes at Mabel’s. “do you not miss your villagers when you start a new game?”

you shake your head as you roamed the island, taking note of the cherry trees growing and smiling to yourself. “no, half the time i restart my island because of the ugly villagers.” a gasp from him throws you off guard, making you look up at him with wide eyes. “what-“

“there’s no such thing as ugly animal crossing villagers, y/n.” his voice sounds offended and shocked all at the same time, making you confused.

“ there most definitely is, hwa.” you fully sit up, ready for this heated yet unnecessary discussion about to take place. “you’re telling me you don’t find villagers ugly? not even some?”

he shakes his head, his eyes sparkling under the minimal lighting being provided. “no, i love all the villagers. they’re all so cute in their own way.”

“even benjamin?” he nods. “ tiffany?” another nod. “pietro?”

“who doesn’t love pietro?” he responds, crossing his arms over his chest as he raises a brow at you.

“me!” by this time you have already put down your switch, your entire focus on the man in front of you. “i just restarted my game because i didn’t like him being on my island.”

“how do you not like pietro? he’s literally one of my favorites.” he quickly saves his design at Mabel’s and starts running across his island in the game, running towards pietro’s house and finding him walking by the river. “look!” he starts conversing with pietro, letting out small giggles whenever he hears him say his catchphrase. “how could you hate a villager that says honk honk?”

“i didn’t say i hate him,” you start, watching him play his game adoringly. “i just said he’s ugly.”

a dramatic gasp is heard out of seonghwa, making you laugh as he closes his game and puts a hand over his heart. “how dare you say that about him knowing he can hear you? he’s very cute and handsome, you’re just missing out.”

you laugh, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest. pecking a small kiss into the center of his chest, you pick back up his switch and turn it on. “come on, show me your island. it’s been a while since i’ve seen it.”

for the next hour, you both sit there as he shows you around his island, catches some bugs, and digs up some fossils. even with some villagers you did like, seonghwa gave you speeches about each one and why you should love them just as much as the ‘cuter ones’. he even helped you redesign some of your new island, only stopping just to order some food and put a stop to the four hours of screen time you both accumulated. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t end up regretting restarting your island to let go of pietro, but you just hoped he’d end up back to your island someday just to show seonghwa.

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[jnginlov]

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nothing yet

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you’re his bias ♣︎ ☁︎ ♡

⇀ idol au, when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you don’t anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you

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nothing yet

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nothing yet

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birthday by ten ♣︎ ☁︎ ✷

⇀ you give your boyfriend his final birthday gift, a performance you’re sure he’ll never forget

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to love you ♣︎ ☁︎ ☾

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[yeoosaangg]

MASTERLISTS:

═══ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ═══

▸ A.C.E

═══ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ═══

▸ ATEEZ

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▸ MONSTA X

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▸ NCT 127

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▸ NCT DREAM

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▸ RIIZE

═══ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ═══

▸ SEVENTEEN

═══ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ═══

▸ STRAY KIDS

═══ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ═══

▸ THE BOYZ

═══ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ═══

▸ TXT

═══ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ═══

▸ WAYV

═══ *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ═══

「 coming soon 」

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[mazeinthemiroh]

kill them with kindness

Pairing: San x female! reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, angst, happy ending

Word Count: 3.4k

Requested?: yes

Warnings: cursing, the reader is the mean one, very angsty, mentions of passing out, mentions of alcohol

Summary: San's strategy to counteract your mean comments involves being his usual, kind self. But there's only so much he can bear before you push him to his breaking point.

Author's Notes: Finally finished this one. It's super, duper angsty so if that's your thing then you'll definitely like this one. Please let me know what you think, I really hope you guys enjoy <3

"You really suck at this game, San."

It would be a usual occurrence for you to go around to the dorms. Yunho usually invited you round the most, being what you would consider a best friend. That's how you had gotten to know the other boys, and slowly you became a big supporter of the group, getting to know and love all of them. Well.... most of them...

"It's my first time playing! Cut me some slack," San mumbled softly in response to your little remark, his eyes unwavering and unmoving from the screen in front of him. His gaze was fixated on the PC screen as you and Yunho watched him. To be fair to him, they had just bought this game this morning, so it's not like San had any chance to practice. It's unfortunate that he couldn't make it even past the first round.

"Ahh, this is unlike you Sannie," Yunho chipped in, slurping back a big gulp of his beer, "you are usually better than this."

"Yeah, yeah," rapid clicks could be heard from the PC's mouse as San spammed it with his finger, gritting his teeth as he fully concentrated on the screen.

The words 'game over' appeared in big, bold letters on the screen as San sighed and sunk into his chair. He was frustrated with himself, he always was when he tried something new and he doesn't get it right the first time. He was a perfectionist. The laid-back, humble persona was his usual appearance, but he still had this charge inside him to do better, be better. Perhaps be the best. If he didn't meet up to that standard then, what was the point?

"Take a rest you've been playing that for ages. Do either of you want a beer?" Yunho asked as he stood up, traipsing his way out of the room and into the kitchen.

San spun around in his chair and faced you. His pout was replaced with calmness. He knew he shouldn't get too down on himself for stupid things like this, so he decided to just let it go.

"I thought you were supposed to be good at everything."

There was something quite venomous about your voice. Something about the words you had chosen. The sharp thorns of your tone seemed to bounce off the walls and wrap around San's head, digging into his brain as your words fully sunk in.

He was so in awe, so taken aback. The sheer audacity that exuded from your presence was enough to drive him mad. The shock of your words visibly affected him, eyebrows arching upwards in hurt, in confusion, in curiosity.

"Well no," San exhaled a chuckle, not sure if you were being serious by your backhanded comment, "I just try my best at everything, that's all."

San looked at you intensely, with waiting eyes. He shrugged off your comment. Well, he shrugged off all your comments. All that you had made before, during the game, or before he even started the game. He shrugged off all the little comments you had made from the moment you met him.

Kill them with kindness: that's his motto.

"How does it feel when trying your best just isn't enough anymore?"

San felt like he was falling into a void. A black, endless oblivion of self-doubt, disbelief, and uncertainty. He blinked innocently. Your comments were deeper than a mere video game. All your comments were. They were deeper than all the surface-level stuff you made them out to be. It's like you were playing with him. Toying with his insecurities from day one. Was he that readable? Could you just tell from the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he presented himself and interact with others? Could you tell from the look in his eye, the small, naive sparkle in his pupils? Could you tell by the way he breathed, in and out, inhale and exhale, that he was filled to the brim with insecurities? And he'd tried so hard to cover it. And he'd made a big deal to never show it. But was the mask he wore, the confidence he demonstrated, the smile he wore on his face day by day not enough to fool you?

His left eye twitched slightly. Then he smiled down at the carpet beneath his feet. He didn't want you to win this. You weren't going to win when you were playing so dirty, not on his watch.

"That just means I need to try harder."

There were not that many people who had the privilege of being allowed to go backstage at an Ateez concert. And yet here you were, watching them from the sidelines, supporting them as they ran through choreography after choreography.

There was something you couldn't deny about San: he was an amazing performer. He pours his heart and soul into each and every performance. Each flick of the hand, each turn, each intricate foot movement and line placement and physical interaction with the other members; everything he did all had a purpose. His technicality was on point. His facial expressions matched every song each time: the longing in his eyes at the end of their Take Me Home performance; the happiness and joy beaming from his smile in Dancing Like Butterfly Wings; the anger and rage etched into the lines of his face when dancing to Guerilla. Precise, detailed, perfect. He never, ever missed.

You almost felt proud of him. Well, it was hard to express exactly what you felt for him. There was no reason to hate him. No reason at all. He had been nothing but kind and good to you, even when he had every reason not to be. And now, watching him here, pour his heart and soul out all over the stage, there was something in his eager, determined eyes that made you think that, matched with his kindness, he didn't deserve the brunt of your unexplained feelings for him.

As they closed their concert with their last performance, the cheers of the crowd sounded exhilarating. You waited backstage to praise them, tell them how well they did, and perhaps show San a little kindness through all the work he has done.

They came off breathy and sweaty. Mingi and Yeosang downed five bottles of water in the space of two minutes, which you didn't think were possible. Hongjoong and Wooyoung flopped onto the empty sofa outside their dressing room, and Jongho soon followed. Seonghwa breathed out a long sigh as he tried to regain his breath. But there was no sight of San. Where had he disappeared to?

Yunho approached you with a beaming smile,

"Ahh you did so well Yunho, your dancing was insane I loved it so much," you embraced him in a gentle hug as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

"And you Seonghwa. Your voice is getting more and more angelic each time you go on stage," you said as you let go of Yunho. They both chuckled at your comment and said their thanks, before heading off to get changed out of their concert clothes.

You couldn't help but wonder where San was. He was with the group at the very last moment, but then he disappeared somewhere.

Just as you thought this, San emerged from the swarms of staff that surrounded him. Most of his staff were beautiful girls, totally fitting the beauty standard and perfect in every way. Heck, they could even be idols themselves if they pursued that dream too. It was hard to watch as they constantly praised him and said how well he did, and even made him smile. An exhausted, heavy smile, but a smile all the same.

He excused himself as he broke free from the crowded back area, a water bottle in his hand as he practically inhaled the drink. He saw you standing there watching him as he continued to breathe heavily.

"Asthma?" You joked playfully. Or, at least, you hoped it came across as playful.

San was frowning already. You had caught him at a bad time. "Maybe it's the fact that I have performed 30 performances tonight, don't you think?" There was a sharp edge to his voice, one that you should've taken as a warning.

But you didn't.

"Maybe if you didn't over-perform you might not be a mess right now."

".... What did you say?"

You gulped slightly at his more dangerous tone now. The air around you felt cold. "I... I just said that maybe over-dancing might not have been the bes-"

"Over-dancing? Over-performing? This is my job, y/n!" San raised his voice defensively. You had never heard him yell before, it was extremely frightening. "I give 100% of myself or nothing. You know that. I did not just pass out and completely collapse from exhaustion just for you to criticise me!"

Your eyes widened. Oh fuck, you thought, that's where he was.

He sunk back down on a chair behind him, still trying to catch his breath. The shouting wasn't going to do him any favours.

"Take it easy, San," a high-pitched voice tuned in to the conversation. One of his staff, a bright-eyed, pretty-looking girl had passed him a water bottle and smiled at him. "Thank you," San managed to breathe out and smile back at her before she left to help the other members.

You rolled your eyes slightly. At the girl, at San, at yourself? You couldn't tell. It was probably all three.

"Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm only nice to her because she's nice to me," he was snarling his words now. "I made the mistake of treating you the same, but you didn't deserve it. You never did. I don't know why I even bothered with you"

It felt weird, having the same energy you had once given him suddenly reciprocated. You didn't know what to do, how to feel. You just stood there in silence.

"I know your bitter, twisted soul doesn't even care that you've upset me. Or care that I passed out," San raised his voice again, his chest heaving up and down with effort. His energy was sapped already but he still spoke with such vigour, such authority. His passion never ran out."You're so shitty, Y/N. I can't believe you."

"San I didn't kno-"

"Just save it! I can't believe Yunho would ever hang around with a bitch like you," his eyes were filled with hurt and pain as his hand fell on his chest. He was struggling to breathe again, more than you had ever seen before. Tears started pouring down his cheeks. He was stressed, frustrated. Broken.

Your mouth fell open as your words were choked out. You had no idea what to do. You watched as his staff scurried back to where he was sitting, making sure he doesn't pass out again. They didn't seem to know what went down, or what had occurred between the two of you.

As you backed away from the now crowded room, you could still catch sight of San's eyes through the bustle of his staff.

Devastation. That's what he's eyes told. Betrayal, hurt, hopelessness. And it was all your fault.

A couple of weeks had passed since the Ateez concert. You hadn't seen any of the members, not even Yunho. Not because they didn't want to see you, oh no. It's because you didn't want to see them.

You didn't want to be reminded of the night you broke San.

Dwelling on it was too hard, but you knew you needed to confront him at some point. You knew you needed to apologise.

Which is why you finally responded to Yunho's texts. 'Why don't I see you these days? You ok?' So San hadn't told his roommate about the incident. Part of you was so relieved at this thought. You didn't want your relationship with the other members to be tarnished by your stupidity. You needed to fix this for good.

But still, there was an overwhelming sense of guilt. Maybe he thought you were avoiding him. Or phasing him out of your life. That simply wouldn't do.

So you typed on your phone, vigorously, and told him everything. You had no idea why and had even less of an idea as to how he would respond. As you finished your big paragraph, you sent your little confession to your best friend, praying he would understand.

It was agonising, being left on read for what? Ten minutes? It was probably two but it felt like an eternity to you as your eyes tried to distract themselves on pillows, an empty cup of coffee on your bedside table, your coat that you threw on the chair yesterday when you couldn't be bothered to hang it up.

A reply came.

'So, what's your plan?'

He knew you so well. He knew you were torturing yourself about this, so much so that you started isolating yourself. He knew you needed to break free from the guilt.

So you told him how you were going to change all of that.

And here you were, sitting at the coffee shop nearest to KQ Entertainment. It was further away from your house but more convenient for San, of course. Which you hope would work to your advantage.

You stared down at the empty coffee mug as you held it with both hands. You had already gone through two coffees but felt like you needed two more. But you weren't going to apologise to San while you're bouncing off the walls, filled to the brim with caffeine.

And here he was.

You watched him as he entered in. He took off his red scarf and black coat and held them neatly in his arms. A flurry of hair laid on his head, messy, confused, and dare you say... adorable? His eyes were a dark, cosy pool of coffee that you could swim in for hours. The snug light of the coffee shop lit his features like a warm hug on a winter's day, his face fitting comfortably with his surroundings.

He walks slowly in, scanning the coffee shop in search of someone. Before he lays eyes on you.

Noticing the hesitance in your smile, he returns no kind welcome, but rather wears an expression that can't be named. He was expecting to meet Yunho here, but he came to realise that he wasn't going to see him after all. You gestured for him to come over, and at first, he considers walking right back out and leaving. There is something in those sparkling, guilty eyes of yours that makes him want to hear you out.

He crosses over from the other side of the coffee shop, towards you. There is a light flutter of hope in your chest.

"Hi," you say in a small, mouse-like voice. You almost scoffed at how pathetic you sounded, but that can wait until later. San sits opposite you, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"Umm," you cleared your throat and fiddled at one of the sugar sachets you had torn open before, "I just wanted to... umm... apologi-"

"Are the hot chocolates here any good?"

"Huh?" You blinked at his interruption, "umm yeah I think so?"

"Nice, I might go get a hot chocolate," San fiddled around his trouser pockets to try and whip out his wallet.

"No no, it's on me. My treat," you swiped your card in front of him, smiling weakly, even though he didn't bother looking up at you.

"I might buy 10 hot chocolates then," he sniffed, reaching over to grab your card. He made no effort to get up from his seat though. Instead, he fiddled around with your credit card in his hand.

"So you got Yunho to ask me to come here so you could apologise to me? Is that right?" You had no idea how someone's voice could be so soft and yet so chilling.

You nodded in response, not looking him in the eyes. You couldn't.

"I knew you wouldn't of come if I asked you."

San hummed, eyes fixed on you. There was a softness in his gaze now. A tenderness he once had for you despite all your harsh comments and icy words.

"Well," his voice sounded lighter now, "that's not necessarily true..." He faded off, still fiddling with your card in his hands.

There was an awkward silence shared between the two of you. Neither of you looked at each other, and neither of you knew what to say. But you felt it was best for you to speak first. After all, you are the reason all of this was happening.

"You see, San," you coughed to clear your throat again, shifting awkwardly in your seat, your tone becoming forcefully playful, "I'm much like Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice-"

"Never read it," San retorted bluntly.

"How have you nev- never mind," you shook your head, not wanting to get into another petty argument for no reason, "the point I'm trying to make is..." You finally look up at him with glossy eyes, trying to read his features. Meeting your gaze, he stares silently and waits for you to continue.

"I have trouble expressing my emotions for someone who is completely and hopelessly out of my league," you became visually uncomfortable as you struggled through your words, "I don't know what to do with someone like you. How can you impress someone who is already impressive? How can you be attracted to someone who is so attractive? How could you be loved by someone who is loved by everyone?"

San perked his head up fully, intrigue glistening in his eyes.

"So I guess I just pushed you away to avoid disappointment. I didn't want to hurt myself with my own feelings so, I hurt you instead..."

You stopped yourself from going on, feeling like you said too much already. A tear started pricking at your eyes as you realise just how much you had confessed to him, becoming extremely vulnerable and exposed. This was not part of the plan.

"I have always liked you, Y/N," his voice was like a lullaby, a gentle, caressing sound that reached your eyes enough to cradle you to sleep. "I liked you even before I met you. Yunho would tell me all about you, all the things you helped him with and have done for him. What type of person you are. He told me it all." He lowered his head again, "so when you were consistently horrible to me, even after trying to be kind to you, I felt it didn't make sense. I thought to myself 'This is not the same person Yunho described to me.' And seeing how you got on well with the other members, I thought that I was the problem."

Nodding, you could no longer raise your head from its sunken position, as guilt overtook you once more.

"You were never the problem," your voice cracked slightly, "it was always me. I don't know whether I was jealous of you, or whether I had just... fallen for you," you wrapped your arms around yourself, "all I did know was that I didn't understand the feelings I had for you. I was scared of my feelings for you."

It's all out now. No turning back. No rewind button or time machine to rebuff your final confession. But by that time you didn't care.

And neither did he.

A small tear slid down your cheek as you set them free. Doing this in a coffee shop with people around, what were you thinking? You sniffled a little and told yourself to get it together.

Until a soft hand wiped the stray tears away; San's hand. It was as if he collected the tear to store away somewhere precious, but rather, it had absorbed into the heat of his skin. You opened your eyes when you felt him cup your cheek, using his thumb to wipe any more stray tears as he looked into your watery eyes. A small, forgiving smile pulled at his lips. It was inexplicable. You were almost overwhelmed because you couldn't understand his generosity, his sincerity, his natural kind-heartedness. There was so much you didn't understand about him. But he didn't care at all.

"Let's try to understand your feelings. Together, this time."

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