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darkphoenix07 · 8 months

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Lovedd the Song prompt au! Can I ask for one with the song, "friends" by chase Atlantic where reader's friends warned her not to get back to her ex yunho and the reader really tries too but for wanting closure she somehow meets W her ex yunho...and then they end up having sex and get back together cause they're both crazily in love but since many things happened they broke up briefly which hurt them bad ...🫣 It's kinda angsty and smutty both haha

Friends by Chase Atlantic

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Mental health request

Paring : Yunho x Reader

Genre : Ex to Lovers, Toxic Relationship, Smut, Angst

Word Count : 3.7k

Warning : Aggressiveness, Degradation, Cursing, Mocking, Teasing, Rough, Possessiveness, Unprotected sex, Punishment trope.

Author's note : Whoever asked me to write, I would like to thank her because this is one of my favorite songs of Chase Atlantic's. Their songs are literally out of the world and I couldn't wait any longer to write it. It felt too much interesting. Love you anon ❤️‍🩹

12.00 a.m.

"Happy New Year," everyone screams out loud with you and the guy you've been with the whole night drags you into his arms smashing his thin lips on yours. For a moment, you feel good about the kiss but you don't feel anything under your stomach even when he steals you away from everyone and throws on a wall.

"I can't tell you how long I have been waiting for this moment. You look ravishing tonight," he finishes his last word and jumps into your neck kissing you, licking you, marking you.

You should like it because he is being good, rough just like you want it to. He is pinning your hands on the sides and nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. You inhale and exhale to feel him more inside your head but it just doesn't work.

"Seonghwa, maybe this place is not comfortable enough. We should try in some other place," you end up telling him that but that's a lie.

You know that too because when it was with him, you would have cum in the bathroom on his cock or on his hand. His fingers were enough to make you feel tight and his gaze was enough to make you feel wet. It wasn't the sex you've always known. It was the deep connection you felt in your pelvis maybe everytime he looked at you or called you by your name.

He was intoxicating and addicting. Specially when he treated you like his sex toy. You loved being that knowing how toxic it was. You don't remember falling for the mistake he was. Always lovely and shiny. You remember when he smiled a little hard, his dimple would poke out and shot you in the chest making multiple holes there.

You would never consider going away until your friend said, "He is playing with your heart, Y/n. Look at him, letting other girls glue with him."

"But he has never cheated on me," you tried to protest but deep down you felt bad about how he never once called you his girlfriend or anything special. You loved how he called you his slut, his whore, his rag doll but never his love, his girlfriend or his future. You wondered how long would it take for him to get rid off you. But ended up, you got rid off him instead.

"For God's sake, Y/n! He only cares for his motorcycle and boxing club. He wants nothing from you but sex. Are you okay with that life?" Your other friend said.

On the New Year party, your friends wanted to throw a party together and wanted to break your man ban after you've broken up with Yunho. They set you up with Seonghwa, your senior in college and he is so lovely you have to say, a fucking green flag in every ways.

But he is not the goofy tall bastard you gave your heart to, he doesn't have a forced dimple, he doesn't call you his slut or whore when he fucks you in his car, he doesn't kiss you like you are his, neither he makes your eyes tear up with joy and sadness at the same time like Yunho always did.

Seonghwa even dropped you safe at your house and you landed on the bed like a dead person. You remember breaking up with Yunho last Halloween. You both were dressed up as vampires and the party was in his house. So it was easy for you two to sneak inside his room.

It didn't take much long for him to throw you on his bed and fall right above you until his lips met yours. He was desperate and you were anxious. He felt your body stiffening, "Y/n, are you not alright?"

You took it a chance when you look into his eyes and ask him, "What am I to you?"

"Do I even need to say that? I can show it better," he told you with that big smile you love the most and started to kiss your neck. But you were stubborn to get what was right for you so you dragged him by collar and make him face you.

"I need to hear it from your mouth."

"Don't be silly. This is not the victorian times anymore. We don't go around calling someone ours. You are mine and that is enough for me."

"Fuck, Yunho. I need more of this. I need...I need more of you."

He got up and brushed his hair with his hands, "Am I not giving you enough?"

"No this is not normal, Yunho. This is toxic. We are in a toxic relationship. We fuck, we dance, we fuck again, we dance all night, we fuck all day. This is not life. I have my life, I have my goals. I can't do this anymore."

"Don't I have a life too, Y/n?"

"What is the meaning of your life, Yunho? Your motorcycle? Your boxing club? How long are you going to do these?"

You sat up moving the strain of hair from your face and avoid his gaze. He was in pain, you were giving him that. You couldn't possibly look at the pain. It would break you.

"Doll, is it all because of your friends?" He sat in front of you to meet your eyes.

The tears in your eyes makes his heart crumble but he doesn't let it come through his own eyes. He gulps those pain back and eats it up. He held your hands into his.

"Fuck, Yunho. It is about me, us. Why would you bring them up? Please, let's settle down. I can't do this anymore. I am not your fuck toy. I am a person. I am my own person."

He left your hands, "So, these terms made you uncomfortable?"

"No, Yun-"

"No, Y/n. I understand. I haven't been good to you. I haven't treated you good so far. So, it will better than if that's what you need. Because I can't settle now. I want to enjoy my life more. I am not even twenty five yet. I don't want to have any regrets in life but you. I wanted to live my life with you but we are different."

You tried to hold his hand but he backs away, "Please don't make this hard for me. Stay with me if you want to. I don't want to force anything on you. If you leave this room now I'll take that as an invitation. So be my guest."

You didn't want to show him more of your tears so you walk back into the party. Drink a lot. He left you in your house putting a blanket over you and not touching you even after you begging him.

You remember meeting him on Christmas party then. You craved him like you crave chocolate on your period. You both couldn't help and he ended up fucking you in the balcony of his friends' house on the Christmas night. But he didn't call you anything other than your name so you cum once and let him finish off once. Then you moved away only to get scolded by your friends again.

After new year, it has been fifteen days. You dropped Seonghwa's topic but went to San's party who is your college classmate. San had a crush on you for so long and now that he has got his way with you, he couldn't stop smiling while talking to you. The way he handled tequila, that was a little childish but he stopped having more because he wanted to talk to you more of his night.

Which is worse that Yunho is his friend and now you are doing everything to avoid his burning gaze at you two. You are sure Yunho is thinking about dragging San away from you and force you somewhere in the corner to teach you his lessons. But he is surprisingly respecting your boundaries which is making it more painful for you to survive in this party with San.

San was playful. He kissed you multiple times on your neck and lips but this guy wants to go slow knowing about your breakup details.

Not being able to take his heated gaze, you plan your escape , "Excuse me, San. I need to use the bathroom."

You splash some water on your cheeks as they have gotten red not because of the blush you've on or San's slow kisses. Because of Yunho gawking at you for the last couple hours not even doing a thing.

You open the bathroom door of the bedroom and start to walk but you are stopped with a pair of hands on your heel tracing the laces around your calves.

"How do you always tie them loose?"

His voice starts making your heart tired by beating so fast. You think your pussy has started to throb as he slowly wrap the heel laces around your claves and tightens them while tying up. Even when he gets up, his index finger touches your thigh, your inner thigh, then your waist, then the side of your breast.

"You are looking fucking amazing," his husky voice and the smell of tequila coming from him hit you differently.

"Who are you to say that?" You counter attack him but that isn't enough you under when he smiles. He fucking smiles, your favorite kind of.

"I am nothing, doll. I have never been anything or else you wouldn't be able to walk away that day," he says like it was all your fault.

"You didn't stop me," you tell him attacking him again but he smiles for the second time giving you the worst kind of a headache.

"You were saying it wasn't your friends but I saw them trying so hard to keep me away from you by doing their chores," he steps closer to you making you feel his hot breath on your face.

You gulp to avoid the sweet smell of his body, "But it was my choice."

"I respected it."

"You weren't supposed to, Yunho!"

You slap your mouth as the words leave your mouth.

"Do they taste better than me, doll?" He changes the subject. To comfort you maybe? But his question was more concerning.

"What do you mean?"

When he starts walking towards you and you didn't find any place behind you only the wall, you realize he came here with intension. When your core gets soaked up, you realize it was you who lured him here on purpose no matter how many times you deny it.

"Did they make you this much nervous that your panty is soaked right now," he touches your soaked panty under the dress pulling the dress up, "So soaked that I can smell you from here."

He whispers while his middle finger grazes your clothed clitoris.

"You are a bastard!"

You blame him but you also pull him on your mouth and devour his lips into yours. With your dangling kiss, you tell him how his kiss tastes the best and how nervous he makes you all the time he talks to you.

His hands follow on your back to pull off the laces of your dress and your dress immediately obeys him falling on the floor leaving you in your underwear.

"How many times did imagined me parting your thighs like this and touched yourself?" He says as he does what he says.

"I don't know," you can't lie when his hand is in-between your thighs and only thing you can think about is when he is going to throw you on the bed of this room.

"Tell me you are not my doll," he says wrapping your panty line in his index finger, pulling it up to hurt your hole.

"Yunho-yunho, please," you whimper not being able to face him.

"Tell me and I will stop because if I start right now. I am not going to stop even if the party finishes and all the guests leave the house. You are getting all of it tonight whether you like it or not," he warns you like he is going to punish you like the doll you are of his.

You don't answer so as a punishment, he pulls you up by your waist and makes you sit on the side table of the room spreading your legs wide for him, "Answer me or else you won't like how I ruin you tonight."

"Tell me. Are you my doll?"

"I-I am sorry. Ah-"

You scream feeling the burn in your pussy as he leaves a slap on it. It hurts so good that you clench your walls feeling the heat leaving your body paralyzed.

"Answer, baby?"

"Yes, yes. I-I am your doll," supporting yourself on the table is hard when he is gazing at you like he is about to ruin every part of you.

He slowly drags your panty down leaving you bare while he is fully dressed in his black shirt and black jeans. He looks so lethal in this attire, you think but you have more things to worry about. The same hands that tied your shoe laces, removed them making you feel the cold air now.

"Are you my whore, sweetheart?"

Your mind fills with the times he called you that. So, you become late to answer and earn another slap on your swollen pussy.

"For fucking my sake. Forgive me," you try to say something meaningful but it doesn't help.

"Tell me you don't like what I am doing," he says slapping you again and looks at you with a evil smirk in his face.

"Yunho-"

"Tell me and I'll stop. I have always wanted your opinions," he says.

"God yes I love it. I FUCKING love that you are making a mess of me," you say earning another slap, this time more painful.

"Are you mine, doll?" He slaps you now every thirty seconds you are sure because he is sure you like it.

"Yes, I am yours. Only yours."

Suddenly he grabs you by hair and pulls you towards his forehead meeting his, "The how dare you let someone else touch what's mine?"

"Yunho, I am sorry. I thought I would be able to get over you," you say meeting his eyes, he is visibly mad at you right now and you don't understand what to do.

"Did you ever think of me or how will I survive a day without you?" He asks you gripping your hair a little too tightly.

"I shouldn't have b-"

"I haven't touched a soul from the day you have walked into my life. I haven't cared about any other girls but you. I have only had my hands on you. I used to race like I don't have a tomorrow until you become my tomorrow, I used to do boxing like I don't have a wil to live until you become one. What does these mean, Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't understand what to do."

"Those things mean that I love you. I have loved you ever since I have eyes on you, doll. I fucking you but do you love me, y/n?" He asks you attacking you with full force.

Before you can say a thing, he pulls you up again and keeps you on his shoulder before plopping you on the bed. You watch him stripping waiting for your next punishment but all you can see is pain in his eyes.

You get up to make it up to him but he doesn't let you touch him, "You do what I say tonight if you love me a bit."

"I love you, Yunho. Stop treating me like that."

"Oh do you, sweetheart?" He grabs your chin and makes your head fall on the bed.

"Then how did you kiss those guys with these lips you were saying that belong to me?"

"Yunho, I shouldn't have. I und-"

He leaves your chin and grabs the headboard above you, "Just because I was quite and I didn't call you my girlfriend you punished me like that. How do you thing I should punish you, doll?"

"However you love. I just want your apology."

"Do you think of me as a monster, y/n?"

"No, Yunho..."

"Can I ever hurt you?"

"I know you can't bu-"

He cuts you off with a kiss dropping his hands on your sides. It makes you realize how badly you insulted him by being with someone while you were in the break-up phase. He was being good, it was on and off, there was no commitments but he did whatever he should have done for you.

He stops but his bottom lips grazes your upper lip while he says, "Do you give me the person to destroy you right now, doll?"

"You don't scold me and ask permission like that," you tell him and feel his palm slipping on your pelvis pressurizing you.

You feel something building inside of you as you hear him say, "You get more than scoldings, my doll."

And then his hands leave your pelvis, goes to grab his cock in on hand. He keeps looking at you while making his cock dipping into you. You feel flushed, hot by the way he is staring at you like all the time, "Ah, Yunho."

You wanted to pull him roughly because the way he is slowly dipping himself is leaving you frustrated. But you can't disobey someone like him, not right now.

After he is fully situated into you, you see him grabbing the headboard, "You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you right now."

"Why don't you just do that?" Your voice sounds hoarse by the way you are full of him. He isn't moving one inch. He is just there, not moving a muscle torturing you with no movement.

"You'll like that, don't you?" He smirks and you see a drop of sweat coming down from his hairline to his forehead. He looks so red right now but he is too stubborn to teach you a lesson for touching other men.

"I said I am sorry, Oh my fucking God" you yell at him as he pulls out. It leaves you breathless without him even starting.

"How bad do you want it? He asks you pushing inside you again, this time a little fast.

"So bad, so fucking bad. Please, please, please. I ca-" then he pulls out again, his tip still touching your walls.

"Why don't you ask your other boyfriends?" He says with a dark gaze making tears fall from your eyes. He is hurting you back the way you hurt him. It has been like this always. That is why your friends told you he was toxic.

"Because they don't fuck me like their sex toy," you wanted to satisfy him tonight. You wanted to make him happy so you said what he liked.

And it makes him smile too, "There you are. There is my favorite whore. My one and only."

He starts moving continuously but still slow. You grab his arms trying to make him fasten the pace, "I have had enough, Yunho. For God's sake, stop torturing me."

"Are you my whore? Say it again"

"YES, I AM," his sudden surprising thrust makes you scream and this time his thrusts didn't stop.

"Legs on my waist, doll," he commands you and you obey wrapping your legs around his waist making more ways for him to get inside.

"That's my whore. My good girl. Mine," he keeps praising you while abusing your little hole and it only makes you proud.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart," he tells you and moves you on your knees with his one hand.

He spreads you like an open book and you look back at him to see his face but he grabs your face and pushes it down, "You don't see what I do to you now, little doll. Earn it."

And as he enters you, your support on your elbows fall desperately craving more from him, "Yunho, I can't.-"

"Do you want me to stop? I'll stop when you want me to," he tells you but doesn't stop.

"Don't fuckin stop," and that's all it takes for him to pushing himself forcefully everytime. You are a screaming mess and all you can hear is his panting. You are the cause of that panting, you are the cause that he is flushed like that. How good that is!

He stops and with one last thrust, he comes right after you do, "I fucking love you," he showers you these words when he cums making you feel overwhelmed.

He supports you to move on your back and keeps panting beside you grazing the marks he gave you.

"I'm coming," he says and comes back with tissue, a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring condom today. I didn't know it was about to happen," he says while cleaning you softly, carefully because your pussy is still swollen from the slaps of his palm.

"I'll take pill tomorrow, don't worry," you tell him placing the glass aside and bring him beside you. He pulls you on his body, keeping your head on his chest.

"I am sorry. I should have told you that I loved you," He tells you keeping his hand around your shoulders.

You look at him pressing your palm, "I am sorry for not realizing that."

You smile and earn a peck from him which soothes the rough kisses from earlier.

"But doll, touch another man and he dies."

Can he get any more predictable?

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hongthoven · 2 years

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Love me like you hate me | Hongjoong x Reader

❅ pairing : kim hongjoong (ateez) x fem reader

❅ rate : +18 | angst, smut

❅ warnings : violence, strong language, sex

❅ status : chaptered, unfinished | part 2

❅ tags&stuff : gang leader!hj, gang AU, stripper!reader, drugs, money, corruption, stripclub, violence, San as hj's right-hand man and Wooyoung as their overexcited sidekick, San is kind of a sadistic bastard, heart eyes for Woo, little bit of Woosan if you squint, graphic sex scenes incoming, joong is a rough little man with a potty mouth, bit of sweet Yunho to soothe everything down a little

❅ plot : growing up under the influence of his father's toxic masculinity, Hongjoong has been taught not to ever show any signs of weakness. As an adult and having turned into one of the most threatening gang leaders, cold hearted and untouchable, Hongjoong shows no interest in anything but collecting shivers and startled looks from the enemies - until he meets his only weakness, the girl that sends his entire world shatter into pieces.

❅ author's notes : hi there, i'm crys, english isn't my first language so pardon any mistake that may occur. I hope you'll enjoy that chaptered/hongjoong-centered fic!

❅ Ao3 : kim_hongjoong

chapter one.

Hongjoong had always hated his birthday. It’s not that he didn’t like the attention -he actually did, a lot- but something about it made him sad. Maybe it was the Peter Pan syndrome, the fear of growing up, getting older and becoming an adult when childhood was all fun and games. A friend from school had once told him that the older you grew, the closer you were to die, but Hongjoong had never paid much attention to his words.

Death had never seemed real to him. He would see people getting shot in movies, see it on the news, but as long as it was behind a screen, it was never real, more like a part of the twisted imagination of a 7 year-old who loved to play cops and robbers with kids from his neighborhood. Surely Death couldn’t be a real thing if people came back as ghosts, or zombies, right?

Until he found himself staring at a coffin going six feet under, surrounded by friends and family as they paid their last goodbye to his mother. Up until this day, Hongjoong had no idea a parent could die. Not even when his mother had gotten so sick she just couldn’t leave her bed. With the innocence of a child, Hongjoong had simply convinced himself she had some bad stomach flu and that, someday, eventually, she would walk out of her bedroom again so they could watch more zombie movies together. She loved zombie movies and so did he, even if it gave him the worst nightmares.

Looking up through his blurry vision, blinking a mix of tears and raindrops away, Hongjoong could tell his father was upset by the way his jaw seemed to tense under his skin and how tightly he was holding his hand, up to the point he was truly convinced he would break every single bone in his fingers if he kept squeezing his strong fist into his. But he wasn’t crying.

When everyone around them seemed to be devastated, from his bawling aunt mourning her sister to their upstairs neighbor who tried his best but still failed to swallow up his tears, every single person surrounding the black casket as it went down into the ground looked accordingly upset, except for his father.

As far as he could remember, Hongjoong had never seen his father show any kind of emotion, let alone shed a tear and while it could’ve been a regular “dad” thing to the eyes of a 7yo, the little boy often found himself wondering if boys truly didn’t cry. As a kid, he obviously came home crying a lot after he’d fallen from his bike or got into a fight, but while his mother would always comfort him with a cuddle and a kiss on top of his head, his father would either ignore his pleas or just ask him to “tough up”.

While he had no idea how to act “tough”, Hongjoong knew he would spend the rest of his life trying to match his father’s expectations, even if it meant he would never get to shed a single tear ever again. Nothing would ever beat the complete devastation of losing his mother on his own birthday, so why would ever cry again?

❅❅❅

“Fuck- my dad’s gonna kill me” Hongjoong looked through the dusty mirror of the questionable toilets he had locked himself in with his best-friend after they had found shelter in the next gas station. Having just turned 15, Hongjoong often found himself skipping class to wander around the city, looking for a new purpose which often led him towards a troubled path. Today was no exception and while most of the kids his age were busy studying for their exams, Hongjoong and San had both decided that summer break had already started.

“I mean, you still won, what’s the big deal?” San shrugged, lighting himself a cigarette as he perched himself on the edge of the sink, unbothered by the absolute lack of window and the fact they would probably suffocate from the smoke within a minute.

San had been by his side ever since they were little kids as he literally lived across the hall, their front doors so close they might as well be roommates. While Hongjoong was an only child, San was part of a really dysfunctional, blended family. Hongjoong had actually lost track of how many step siblings he had as it seemed like a new child seemed to walk through the door everyday. As the eldest, it was no surprise to see San spend most of his time outside of the family circle, roving the streets until the latest hours of the day so everyone was asleep by the time he went home. Hongjoong couldn’t help but wonder if San was ever sad about acting like a complete stranger within his own family, but he never dared to ask. San wasn’t much of a talker and whenever someone would try and cross the line of the iron wall he had built around him, he would just punch them hard enough for them not to even speak his name ever again.

What’s the big deal? Hongjoong asked himself as he wiped blood off the corner of his mouth, trying to pat his bruised skin with his sleeve as it looked like he had bumped into a door, making it a winner. Though he had won the fight - a pretty stupid fight over a pack of cigarettes - against some older kid from high-school, Hongjoong just knew his father wouldn’t let him live with a face showing obvious signs of weakness.

“Whatever… few more years and I’ll be out of here anyway” Hongjoong sighed while looking down the sink. It definitely looked like it hadn’t seen a single wipe in years and if he tried to pour water into his hands, Hongjoong just knew it would come out the color of dirt. This place was a shithole, like the entire city he had grown in.

Taking his first drag of well-deserved nicotine, Hongjoong couldn’t help but think about his future, counting the days until he was out of this place, out of his father’s grip and finally free to become the man he was always meant to be. Someone powerful whose name would make people shudder, someone his own father would fear.

But for now, he was just a 15yo boy feeling sick at the thought of going home.

❅❅❅

Walking into the Dinner like he owned the place, San looked around while giving a few fist-bumps to some acquaintances, the shimmering sound of the bells above the door following his every step. Wasting no time in finding his usual spot by the bar, perched on top of a stool, San immediately slammed his hand upon the silvery surface, announcing himself.

“Whose dick do I have to suck to get a burger?” he chanted, his dimple digging into his cheek as his smile grew wider.

“Fuck off, San” Yunho barely spared him a glimpse, too busy pouring the cheapest brand of soda into two rainbow colored paper cups, his glasses almost slipping off his nose from sweating into the kitchen for too long. Yunho was a top class student working his ass off in the evening and sacrificing his weekends to gather enough money for college. While he was the complete opposite of the outcast San had turned out to be, Yunho was still part of the few privileged men who hadn’t been beaten up by Hongjoong’s best friend.

“Jeong, I know you’re craving for it as the flaming homosexual that you are, and I’m flattered, but I’d rather sit on broken glass than go anywhere near your flabby cock…”

Yunho knew better than to reply to San’s typical provocations and decided to ignore his comment, taking his order with him towards the table at the very back of the restaurant. Bending over the bar to grab himself a paper cup where he could pour his own soda, San watched as his best-friend finally escaped from the kitchen, hands full of plates.

“There he is, our local heartbreaker!” San chuckled to himself, grabbing a straw just so he would get a chance to blow into it and watch as its wrapper went flying to the next table, collecting a few cold glances from strangers.

When Yunho walked back to pick up the next orders from his hands, Hongjoong took the opportunity to catch a five minutes break, pouring himself a glass of water and gulping it down immediately like he’d been wandering through a desert for days. Grilling steaks and cleaning tables was nowhere near the glamorous life he hoped for, but it gave him an income and a reason to drop out of school when sitting at a table for 8 hours a day had become too much. Though he was smart and capable of doing great, Hongjoong had quickly given up on any hope for some higher education. If anything, he would be a self-made man and learn from experience rather than black boards and books.

“Rumor has it you dumped your girlfriend, you monster!” San grinned, finding pride in the way his best-friend rolled his eyes at him with complete disgust.

“First of all - she was never my girlfriend, we hooked up twice and the girl thought I’d marry her somehow?”

“Once is an accident, twice is a date… Which is why I never do second shots!”

Resting on his elbows upon the bar, Hongjoong simply sighed to himself while locking his head between his arms, absolutely exhausted.

“Whatever” he groaned, unbothered by the reputation he was about to get for ditching a girl after a couple fucks, “you got the cash?” he asked again, composing himself as he recalled the main reason why they had decided to meet up in the middle of his shift.

“Yeah, we good”

Though he never spared much emotion, Hongjoong couldn’t help but smile for a brief second at the thought of leaving this place soon. Having just turned 18, both him and San were getting closer to freedom and while the path they had taken to gather enough money to move into the big city was definitely not the safest, Hongjoong just knew he was on his way to become the better version of himself. One thing he knew is that it would be a lonely road as he would never allow anyone to grow a place into his heart, anything close to a relationship he ever had somehow always ending with tears and drama as he failed to commit. While anyone would find it sad, Hongjoong felt comfortable being lonely, his trust issues always making him feel like everyone was a threat, except for the one person he actually trusted with his own life, his best-friend.

When he came home later that night, Hongjoong felt like he had been run over by a truck, ready to collapse on top of his bed from the exhaustion of a double shift. Fridays were always the busiest and despite his absolute lack of interest in school and studies, Hongjoong had definitely inherited some extremely strong working ethic from his father. The only thing he had, along with his thin nose and his natural pouty lips. Everything else was an absolute copy-paste of his mother’s face, from the shape of his eyes that turned into crescents whenever he smiled to his cheekbones and the mole on the side of his neck, Hongjoong had lost track of the times he’d been told how much he looked like his late mother even though it always brought a genuine smile upon his face. Having people comparing him to his father would be like being linked to the Devil himself, something he would never wish for anyone, even his archenemies.

The lights were out, except for that one lamp his father always forgot to switch off before going to bed, like he could afford paying for that much electricity when the fridge was filled with coupon food. Walking towards it, ready to turn it off, Hongjoong was surprised to find his father’s silhouette sitting on the couch, facing the coffee table where a ridiculous amount of money was on display. Money Hongjoong instinctively recognized as the cash he was keeping safely hidden in the drop ceiling of his bedroom.

“What’s this?” Hongjoong didn’t know how else to start this conversation, his hands turning into nervous fists as he started to dig his own nails into his palms, out of nerves.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking?”

“Looks like a shit ton of money to me”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t act so cocky.. Where’s the money from?”

“In case you didn’t know, I have a job”

“You’re making burgers and fries, what do you think you are, CEO?” his father almost spat back, his hand flying into the air like he was too eager to punch something but too early into the conversation to actually hit his son across the face.

“I’m gonna ask you again, just once–” he started, his finger pointing at him now “where is the money coming from?”

“None of your business” Hongjoong knew his attitude would definitely not get him out of this situation, but knowing his father, there was no way he would walk out of this room with his money back if he didn’t stand up for himself. His dad was such a pitiful excuse for a man that he’d rather burn the bills himself than have his son win this battle.

“I did not raise you to become some cheap dealer or whatever that is!”

“You could’ve stopped at ‘I did not raise you” to be fair…” Hongjoong chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest now, his tongue poking on the inside of his cheek as he found pride and amusement in the way his father was getting more frustrated by the second. A couple years from now, he would’ve caved, apologized and made sure to crawl back into his room hoping not to see his father burst through the door ready to punish him. But today, Hongjoong had finally grown tired of being scared. Over time, his father had become a ghost made of all his insecurities, haunting him every once in a while, but he wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

There was a silence as both seemed to dare each other through the coldest look until his father finally lifted himself up from the couch, instantly aiming for his throat and pushing him towards the nearest wall, his back hitting it so hard he felt it through every fiber of his skin. As his father’s hand wrapped tighter around his neck, Hongjoong could feel the rage building up inside of him, years of being humiliated, punished, slapped across the face, punched until he was tough enough not to shed a single tear, coming back to haunt him. The way he had been mistreated and still ignored, only for him to care now that he was this close to walking out the family home? That single thought was enough to push him off the edge and ironically, Hongjoong did the only thing his father ever taught him: he gave the first punch.

Things escalated quickly as they found themselves slammed to the coffee table, throwing punches until Hongjoong was finally kneeling on top of his dad, his fist like a machine that couldn’t be stopped, fury bursting through his veins as blood turned his knuckles into a complete red mess. It took him a while to realize someone was pulling him off his father’s limb body, San’s worried voice dragging him off his frenzy after he’d used his spare key to storm into the apartment following the worrying noises he had heard on his way back home.

“Holy fuck, Joong’ what have you done?” San was stunned by the sight of his best-friend’s father almost passed out on the floor, his face barely recognizable through the blood and bruises of what looked like a couple broken bones.

A little shaken, Hongjoong had curled himself against the couch, his knees to his chest as his entire body seemed to tremble out of absolute shock. Speechless, he remained silent for a while, rubbing his knuckles as it felt like they’d gone numb from punching repeatedly but when he expected any reaction from him, San watched as Hongjoong finally collected himself and stood up to look down on his father.

“I’m out of here- you hear me, asshole? I’m leaving this shithole of a place you call home! When I walk out that door, you won’t have a son anymore… And when you die, the sooner the better, I won’t shed a tear…” he paused, wiping a few drops of blood out the corner of his lips “ I hope you’re proud of me, Dad”.

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It was the middle of the night when Hongjoong and San hopped on the first bus to the nearest big city. In the darkness of the empty streets, they still looked like teenagers running away from home with their entire existence reduced into two backpacks, one filled with blood stained money they had gathered from Hongjoong’s living room floor, leaving his father behind in agony without a second look.

As the engine started running, Hongjoong couldn’t help but shake his knee out of nerves, one of the rare bad habits he had taken from his mother. Looking out the window as the town he had known his entire life disappeared, Hongjoong almost flinched as he felt his best-friend’s hand push down his knee, silently asking him to stop. Looking to his side and seeing him flash a grin, hope for a new beginning shining through San’s eyes as they entered a new life together, Hongjoong finally felt safe.

“Oh by the way, happy fucking birthday?” San joked as he realized it was past midnight.

Hongjoong had always hated his birthday, but this one was by far his happiest.

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The club was already packed - which was no surprise since Friday nights usually brought along a whole bunch of men gathered in groups and ready to celebrate payday the only way they knew how, with booze and tits.

Y/N was running late and while it wasn’t like she had a 9 to 5 job with a time clock, she just hated to fail at anything, that included her impeccable punctuality. One of her colleagues had once joked about the fact she would probably be 30 minutes early to her own funeral, which Y/N couldn’t even deny because, as the control freak she actually was, she knew everything would be planned from the color of her coffin to the choice of a caterer years before she would actually kick the bucket.

“You’re late” Y/N looked up to see Yunho’s worried look as he frowned through his glasses, the complete surprise of seeing her walking through the door past 8PM barely hidden.

“I know, sue me?” she joked while still walking towards the changing rooms as Yunho was quick to follow, hands filled with the run-through he was about to give to the rest of the girls, including his favorite, who ironically happened to be late that night.

“You know I’m not scolding you, right? Just surprised?”

“Pl-ease, you wouldn’t scold a pigeon if it shat all over your face, of course I know!” Though she was purposely exaggerating, Y/N couldn’t deny Yunho was by far the nicest man she had ever met in her entire life. While she was forced to interact with actual pigs six nights a week, having someone like Yunho around had definitely restored her faith in men.

When Yunho stopped her in her track to grab her hand, forcing her to spin around and face him, Y/N found herself once again thinking that maybe, sometimes, he was being way too nice for his own good.

“Are you okay? Is it your grandma? Do you need the night off?”

“I just missed the bus, Yunho… Can you stop worrying like a dad? You’re getting wrinkles and everything!” Y/N joked just so he would relax a little, her thumb pressing between his eyes where his skin had effectively turned into a wrinkle.

“Alright- do I get a kiss, then?” when his frown turned into a bright smile, Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him acting like a careless child over again. There was something pure and delightful about the way Yunho managed to compose himself. Through years of friendship, she had never seen him getting angry to the point he just couldn’t go back to his goofy self within a minute. Their bond was definitely unique as they often shared a kiss or some level of intimacy people would only find in a couple behind closed doors, but as he also remained her boss, Y/N always made sure no one ever caught them being this close. Being the boss’ favorite just didn’t strike her ego right, she wanted to be praised for her good work and popularity, not for sucking Yunho’s dick every other thursday.

She pecked him for a brief second after making sure no one was around and while the frustration was obvious on the face of a man who couldn’t hide his emotions, Yunho still settled for the tiniest bit of affection she allowed him. That’s how much he adored her.

“Okay girls- not that I want you to be nervous but I’ve been told the big boss is coming tonight, so put on your best stilettos, rise and shine if you want that big raise!” Yunho announced as soon as they walked into the changing rooms where all the girls had gathered to put on their best attires. After years of running a strip-club, Yunho had learned to remain completely unbothered by the amount of nudity he had to face on a daily basis. Everywhere around him, gorgeous girls were flashing their most intimate bits while he kept his eyes on his iPad, professional as ever.

The room went busier than ever as they all started to comment about what the big boss probably looked like, suggesting some balding man in his 50s with greasy skin and hairy fingers squeezed into golden rings like they were in some bad mafia movie from the 70s. Silence instantly followed Yunho’s voice when he eventually asked a volunteer for his table, everyone pondering whether it was a good idea to dance for the man in charge of their salary and risking their rent over a mistake or a bad performance. Suddenly, everyone had an excuse not to do it: a bachelor party, their favorite client, a fully-booked agenda… Anything not to face the man everyone had heard about but never met.

“I’ll do it?”

Yunho looked up for the first time, recognizing the voice through the buzzing sound of the room. Sitting in front of the mirror Y/N was applying a fair coat of bright red lipstick while smiling to her friend, the thought of a good challenge sparkling through her shiny eyes.

“Are you sure? I mean, he’s not gonna be alone… He’s always with his sidekicks…” Though he only meant well, Yunho just knew he sounded way too worried for a man whose job depended on his best girl giving the performance of a lifetime.

“You think I can’t handle a couple meanies?” she joked, poking her tongue through her teeth “...and what’s his name anyway?

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“ … Kim Hongjoong, you might want to remember his name”

San walked past the man he had just knocked out to the floor, abandoning his poor soul to the pavement for every other guest standing in the queue to see. Adjusting the front of his shirt, making sure to look immaculate, he flashed a flirty grin to the girl leading them to their table as soon as they entered the club.

“Did you have to break his nose?” Hongjoong sighed, once again the victim of his right-hand man’s impulsive behavior.

“I mean, the guy didn’t know your name? You fucking OWN the place? You think I’m gonna let him disrespect you like that?” clicking his tongue against his teeth while rolling his neck out of nerves, San couldn’t hide his frustration.

“That was pretty fucking funny though” Wooyoung’s laugh was muffled by the sound of music as they got carried further into the main room and to the VIP corner. The youngest of the three was typically hyping San up whenever he failed to compose himself. While Hongjoong always tried to keep his head high and found pride in their reputation, Wooyoung was like a puppy in a bowling alley, always cheering for a fight and laughing at people’s misery. Most of the time, Hongjoong found him endearing, like a child he had taken under his responsibility along the way but tonight, as he stepped into a club with his own name stamped on it, the boss had taken over the friend, hoping not to be completely embarrassed by his friends’ behavior.

As they sat in their booth, towering over the rest of the guests, Hongjoong found himself looking around while trying to empty his head of the burdening thoughts of a long day. San was actually the one suggesting for them to go out and check out the latest club he had bought, almost owning the city by now, and while he wasn’t exactly in a festive mood, Hongjoong had finally agreed, mostly because the sight of Wooyoung in front of some half-naked girls was always entertaining enough to steal a smile from his boss as he just couldn’t contain his excitement. The place looked cool, dimmed lights giving it some nice vintage boudoir vibes Hongjoong actually loved and while his meticulous eye could already catch a couple changes to be made, he had to admit Yunho was doing a good job at running this place.

Speaking of the Devil, Yunho showed up to their table like he had been summoned.

“Jeong! How’s life? Found yourself a boyfriend yet?”San joked, his body leaning into the booth like he was watching some daytime TV on his couch with no worries whatsoever.

“Hi, San, still a clown, I see?” Yunho smiled, way past his teenage fear of getting into a fight with a man whose fists could actually kill.

When San was about to spit back, Hongjoong stopped him with a single finger up, motioning for him to shut up as he leaned forward to bump fists with Yunho.

“This place looks good… You did well…”

“Thanks- doing my best!” Yunho tried his best to cover up the joy this praising had brought as his life was definitely ruled by his work ethic. To hear it from Hongjoong himself was something he definitely found pride in, as weird as it felt to have him as his boss considering the fact they shared a common background. While he didn’t approve of all of Hongjoong’s ways of living and the questionable business he ran on the side, Yunho couldn’t ignore his friend’s success and the major spin his life had taken ever since he had disappeared from their hometown, 6 years ago.

“Heard about your dad- I’m sorry” Yunho spoke again, his voice unsure as he knew that, above many things, his family was one thing Hongjoong hated to mention. Still, having known him for so long, it felt wrong not to talk about his father passing a couple days ago.

“What are you sorry for?” Hongjoong surprisingly replied, one of his eyebrows raised like he’d been told the most ridiculous thing ever.

“I mean, it’s your dad–”

“Couldn’t care less” Hongjoong stated like it was absolutely nothing, brushing the topic off like you would change it back to the weather or the most random piece of information.

“Why don’t you do your job and find us some good girls for the night?” San interrupted, quite visibly annoyed with Yunho’s puppy look and his typical way of feeling sorry for everyone.

“I’ve actually found the perfect girl for you guys, don’t worry about that” Yunho smiled though his heart was aching at the thought of Y/N having to deal with San’s bad manners.

“THE girl? As in… just one? What, you think we all share a bed or something?” San chuckled, his laugh covering up his building annoyance.

“You do know this is a strip-club, not a brothel? If you wanna fuck, I suggest you log onto Tinder or something–” Yunho’s snapback came as a surprise as the three men were at a loss for words. Having a good man like Yunho losing his patience felt like getting a nasty bite from the cutest puppy, shocking, but almost cute.

“Bro, that man owns the place, if he wants to fuck all of these girls, he will…” San smirked with the confidence of ten men, “what is it? Do you have a little crush? You don’t want us to play with your girlfriend?”.

“San- that’s enough” Hongjoong interrupted again, clearly frustrated with his friend by now. After a while, he finally reached for his credit card, handing it to Yunho.

“Open a tab for us, alright? and this…” reaching into the inside of his jacket, Hongjoong handed a thick pile of rolled-up cash as Yunho tried to mentally calculate so he would get a fair guess of the amount of money he was being given “... this is for the girl, if she works hard for us tonight, I’ll double it up”.

“Man she better have tits made of gold” Wooyoung chuckled at the ridiculous display of wealth happening in front of his eyes.

“She’ll double it up, I’m not worried about that” Yunho simply stated before he walked off. Soon enough, San’s restless comments and Wooyoung’s laugh were merely muffled sounds in the distance as the only thing he could hear was the blood thumping through his veins as he tightly wrapped his fist around the money that would sell his favorite girl to the devil.

... to be continued ♥ feel free to comment & feedback!

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Healing Aurora Masterlist

Pairings: Multi-routes (one true ending, one bad ending and multiple canon divergent endings) [I know. I'm killing myself here]

Summary: You had no idea where you were when you opened your eyes again but you soon learned about the life you have now and the life you once had were two completely different lives. You had your previous life's memories intact but now you also had to regain your memories from this life. Luckily for you, the catalyst to recovering them was as simple as a touch.

Genre/Warnings: Fantasy/Supernatural AU. Inn + Spa Owner!Reader | Warnings are as indicated per chapter.

A/N: To a long and wonderful journey yall~ I'll try to update this as much as possible but it will take some time. I really hope I finish this story.

零 — Prologue ㊀ — First Meet - Wooyoung

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no one asked who my bias in ateez is but its hongjoong @caratonce @sugarushride let me hop on the atiny train too

#yeahh hongjong is soo beloved to me i just love him alot

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#ateez❤hongjong

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#homezone #yoo hongjong #✩*॰¨̮#this is so pretty omg

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bonnie & clyde

switch!reader x dom!hongjoong ft. ateez

smut | nsfw | mdni

gangster!hongjoong, switch!reader, reader is kinda bratty, cameo!ateez, 1 gun fight scene w/ 1 death of a nameless character (in a non seggsy setting), striptease, pet names, blood kink, some knife play (hongjoong cuts your underwear), fucking in a pile of cash, spit play, name calling (whore), hair pulling, tits slapping, possessive joong, honestly you both are just two psychos fucking

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

there's something so primal and enticing about your leader taking a life to protect the crew at all costs

[❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜ + ❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜]

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They called you the pirates of the concrete seas. Bank’s safes were your treasure chests and the streets were your ocean. You were pillaging and robbing bank after bank. Outlaws always on the run, looking for the next big shiny thing. You always found the name kind of cheesy but in the end it suited your group pretty well. Not worrying about tomorrow, living off the money you stole and drinking until sunrise.

Hongjoong, your captain, reigned over the concrete seas like an almighty and ruthless king. He only had two things in mind. Keeping the crew together and get the gold.

That’s exactly what you were about to do.

When Yunho parked the van outside the bank. Hongjoong revised one last time the plan of action before everybody slipped on their mask. You felt the adrenaline course through your veins, keeping your head into unwavering focus.

You all worked like well oiled machinery. Everyone knew exactly what they were doing. Seonghwa and Yeosang were breaking into the safe. Jongho and San gathered the hostages. Wooyoung and Mingi stuffed the bags full of cash while you were in charge of communication. Making sure everyone played their role and the plan went accordingly.

Hongjoong had the most important role. He had to make sure everyone stayed calm.

And when it went south Hongjoong was the one that had to make sure every single member of the crew came out unharmed.

So when Wooyoung got caught one the guard as you were rushing out with the booty, Hongjoong had to step in. The guard held your younger crewmate one arm hooked around his neck, the other holding a gun to his temple.

San threw a deadly eye to Jongho who let the guard slip out of his grasp. Wooyoung let a guttural cry as the guard pressed harder on his neck.

“Freeze” the middle aged man shouted. Aim alternating between Wooyoung’s head and Hongjoong standing right in front of him. The middle aged man was panting, large beads of sweat wetting his thick salt and pepper mustache.

“Let’s not do anything we could regret here” Hongjong said calmly, motioning for the rest of you to lower your weapons.

“You’re all gonna stay put until the cops arrive” the man panted, his eyes darting between all of you. His finger on the trigger became dangerously tense.

“Let him go” Hongjoong ordered in a stern yet tranquil voice.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT” the guard shouted, pressing the canon of the gun into Wooyoung’s forehead, his hands desperatly clawing at the man’s forearm around his neck.

The sudden yelling made one of the bank employees cry and the guard turned his head to the noise. Breaking eye contact with Hongjoong was a fatal error.

The captain didn’t hesitate one second. He lightly tipped his face to the side and Wooyoung knew what to do. He imitated him and in a split second, the booming sound of Hongjoong’s weapon clattered in the large hall and the guard's face was ornamented with a gaping hole, blood splattering all over Wooyoung’s masks and clothes. The lifeless body thumped on the ground, waiting to get cold as you all rushed to the van.

You felt the adrenaline when Yunho was punching the gas and the van slalomed between the police cars and eventually lost them. That feeling of euphoria when you all took off the masks to laugh and shovel the cash out. This time there was enough that you could all bathe in it.

You were all playing in it. Mingi was shuffling the bills in his face while Yeosang and San danced in it. Crystal clear laughs resonating in the huge room.

Even Wooyoung seemed to have forgotten about the dried up blood on his clothes.

Then Jongho called from the big entry.

“Guys, let's go order some drinks” he yelled. All of the crew followed lead by Yeosang with you on their heels.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The captain asked as he put down his gun on the table.

“I was gonna go get a drink” you spoke.

“No i don’t think you are”

The captain’s face was unsoundable. Emotions perfectly gate kept behind his glacial features staring at you blankly.

Hongjoong motioned at Seonghwa, still waiting for you at the entrance to leave. So he gave you one last smile and closed the heavy door behind him.

Soon the laughs faded and you two were left in complete silence.

“Come here” Hongjoong motioned you to come closer, curling his index finger.

Hongjoong liked the adrenaline. It gave him a high that was incomparable to any other. Except one, the kind of high he could only experiment with you.

You approached him slowly, taking your time to prance to him like a panther about to pounce.

Hongjoong’s impenetrable face let through a small smirk pulling lightly at his lips.

“You asked for me, Captain?” you asked, voice already soaking with seductiveness.

“ Yes I want you to do me a favor” You lift a quizzical eyebrow. “Go over there” he pointed at the pile of wrinkled bills in the middle of the big hangar.

“Dance for me”

Hongjoong said before turning on slow sensual music from the speaker settled on the small table.

That was unexpected but you gladly obliged.

You reached the pile of money and started to seductively dance, swaying your hips to the rhythm. Your hands gliding from your thigh, slowly up your stomach and past the side of your breasts to rub your neck.

“Yes that’s it baby”. Hongjoong slowly walked up to you. Admiring you dance for him. The dance went he felt himself grow thicker for you.

“Strip” he ordered. Voice firm. Already a little lower than his usual tone. It reminded you of the voice he took before shooting that man right in the face and you felt your stomach stir in excitement.

You reached out for the hem of your tank top but Hongjoong clicked his tongue.

“Slowly baby. Nice and slow”

So you opted for the strap of your top instead. Slowly pulling at it.

“Yesss” Hongjoong pulled on the word, dragging it off his tongue. “Just like that”

He started to palm himself through his denim jeans. Rubbing circles on his member becoming more and more constricted in his clothes.

One by one you stripped out every article of clothing until you were only left in your underwear.

By the time you were done Hongjong’s cock looked like it was about to rip out his pants.

“Did I tell you to stop ?”

You could have gone back to slowly unclasping your bra but you didn’t. You didn’t feel like being good today. You wanted to infuriate him.

When Hongjoong saw you weren’t moving an inch he started to smirk. Even if it was fun to play with a good girl there was something so empowering in breaking you into his will. Resorting to any means to make you snap, to make you beg for him.

Taking his fate into his own hands was Hongjoong’s specialty after all.

He walked to you as you provocatively held his glacial gaze fixated on you.

His fingers grazed over your forearm going up your limb and reached your neck. His touch was gentle, lifting goosebumps on your naked skin. He gently wrapped his hand on your nape, pulling your face closer to his, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Did I tell you to stop, kitten?” he whispered, lips pulling into a wicked smirk, his grip onto your nape growing stronger.

The hot air in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. You felt his cool tongue slide over your ear, producing the lewd wet noises you loved so much. Already you felt your arousal pooling in your underwear.

“Shut up and kiss me already” you whispered, your fingers digging into his side. You didn’t really deserve it but you also knew Hongjoong couldn't resist you.

Immediately Hongjoong stepped back to have a good look at your face. You looked exactly like him, insatiable. That was why you two were such a good match.

The Joker and Harley Quinn.

Bonnie and Clyde.

Hongjoong crashed his lips onto yours. Your two bodies immediately going up in flames, burning passion coursing between you. You dug your nails further on his back, he smiled at the familiar sting while his hand left your nap to untangle around your hair. He gave a sharp pull earning a moan from your playful lips. You immediately retorted by catching Hongjongs’s bottom lips between your teeth. Hongoong groaned and smirked as you bit harder. Until you tasted his blood on the tip of your tongue. He immediately tightened his grip around your hair, pleasure burning on your scalp while his other hands pushed your hips onto his.

“Hmmm” Hongjoong moaned against your lips. Hand gliding from the small of your back to your thigh to your clothed center. Slender fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to your sensitive area. “My angel is not in the mood to be a good girl, is she?” he said, as he licked his own blood off your stained lips.

“No” you said with assurance. Pushing him as he stumbled back into the huge pile of wrinkled bills. You continued your infernal carousel by straddling him. You started to unbutton his white shirt that joined his fur coat laying at his sides. You licked your way down leaving a trail of burgundy kisses on his chest.

You started to palm him through his pants. You would have wanted to make him wait a little linger but you just couldn’t inflicted that to yourself. You wanted to see it. Without waiting anymore you unzipped his pants to get the aching member out. It joyfully sprung free before your avid eyes.

“So eager for me, angel?” Hongjoong mocked. You hated that he was right.

You grabbed the base with one hand while the other one teased the leaking slit at the head. One finger sliding up and down the head making Hongjoong hiss at every slow touch.

You briefly let go of the hand holding the base to spit in your palm and started jerking him off. Hongjoong growled as he felt the warm saliva mixing with his precum.

You snickered malovently when he started to pulse in your hand. Taking a malicious delight to slow down everytime he became more vocal. Driving him to the edge of sanity. Exactly where he feels comfortable, he’s been flirting with this edge since birth. Just as you have too. Two psychotic minds finding each other in folly.

Soon he can’t hold back anymore. His hand fly to yours catching them in a strong grip. You lift your eyes to meet his. He’s absolutely feral. Looking back at you like a rabid wolf. You’ve done it, you woke the beast. A side of him that was only for you. Only you who could bear to look in the face of his darkest side. The side that relished to hold the right of life or death at the end of his gun. That enjoyed spilling blood.

He grabbed the small knife strapped to your thigh with one movement he slipped the blade under between your breast cutting in a clean half your bra as it fell along your arms. He grabbed a handful of your breast while he slowly dragged the blade across your stomach. The cold metal lifted goosebumps on your skin until he reached your underwear.

You held your breath as he cut it, the blade running on your skin, lightly scratching you delicious, leaving a red trail behind it. He threw across the hangar the shreds of lace along with the blade. The metallic tinkling bouncing on the high ceiling.

With his newly free hand he grabbed you by the throat, a strangled moan leaving your mouth as anticipation pulled your lips into a smirk.

“I’m done playing” he growled, the threatening hold growing tighter. “Ride me now” he commanded as he pulled you up by the neck.

Your breath still restricted you manage to guide his length to your drenched center. His grip only loosened when you sunk your hips. Hongjoong's cock gliding so smoothly inside you. taking its rightful place deep inside your little cunt.

“That’s it baby” he praised, letting go of your throat to grip your thighs. “Make me feel good with that pretty pussy of yours”

You instantly bounced your hips up and down along his shaft. You both moaned and groaned without restraint. The sinful symphony resounding in the hangar.

“Faster baby” he ordered as he pinched one of your nipples. The burn encouraged you and you settled at a brutal pace. The familiar build up in your stomach rapidly progressing. You felt Hongjoong's thighs tighten under your own and you knew he was close too.

“Hongjoong… I’m-” you moaned. But as your mind went blank almost giving up to the pleasure you were interrupted. By a harsh slap on one of your breasts.

“No you’re not” Hongjoong slapped your tits again.

The sharp pain taking you by surprise and brings you back to him. Before you could protest Hongjoong flipped you on your back and he was above you.

“You’re here to make me feel good” he clarified as he entered you once again. You did not really have time to let the pressure go down. Pleasure picked up right where it left off. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he so deliciously filled you up again.

“Fuckkk” you cursed.

“Look at me” he said, he pulled on your hair again. Making your eyes snap back to him. “You cum when I tell you too”

You were way too close to your release to talk back with words but there was still one thing you could do.

Without even thinking in a sort of reflex you spat right into his face. Hongjoong’s shock pulled your lips into a satisfied smirk, an amused laugh almost escaping your lips but you don’t have time to.

“You fucking whore” he hissed though gritted teeth.

Immediately he starts to fuck you as brutally as he can. His hips smashing into yours. fucking you so deep and could feel him hamerring the imprint of his cock into your brain forever.

“You’re mine” he growled while he wrapped his hand around your neck once again this time completely preventing you from breathing. Taking this vital resource away from you. Soon you feel lightheaded, you feel like your body is defying gravity, losing its anchoring in the solid earth. The unspeakable pleasure dulling your other senses. In this moment there's only him and you. You and your captain's mindless bodies floating in this sea of cash.

“Cum now. Whore” His voice commanded and you released all over him soaking him and the bills under you while he delivered thick ropes of cum deep inside you, lazily spilling out of your clenching walls when he pulled out.

After a while of catching his breath he looked back at you.

“Let’s meet with the others I really need this drink”

a/n: i struggled so much with this one. i hope it isnt too obvious but yeah for getting out of my comfort zone. please tell me if you enjoyed it it would make me sooo happy to know it didnt completely suck balls lolz anyways thank you for reading <3

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ja3hwa · 3 months

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Hey guys, I've not been feeling too well, and my insomnia is getting worse again. So, my updates have slowed down dramatically. I know you guys don't mind the wait. But i wanted to share a snippet of the dilf!Hongjong fic im finishing up. I've got around 700 words, and im hoping to make it long and juicy ahha.

Also!! To that fucking bitch who didn't like Angels (the reader) outfit cause its not "10pm date worthy" i wrote a little piece just for you. 🖕 hehe

ANYWAY, LOVE YOU, MY BABIES! ENJOY ♡♡

You watched in awe as the city light captivated you. You were so distracted you almost didn’t notice Hongjoong’s hands snaking around your waist, tugging at the strings on your corset, ever so slightly loosening it with every pull. “It’s beautiful isn’t it.”

But he was not talking about the city view…

"It is..." You whisper. His lips inched against your neck, kissing down until your left shoulder. Your shall had been forgotten long ago, most likely still in the car. And as you stood frozen watching the scenery beyond the thick glass so intensely, you feel Hongjoong finally slipped off the belt around your plump hips, chucking it somewhere in the room. His fingers played with the fabric of your dress while you tilted your head to the side to give him better access. He could smell the sweet perfume on your skin. Feel the way he created goosebumps on your soft skin from the hot breath from his nose. His fingers would tangle, tug, and pull any part of your delicious outfit. The outfit he swooned over at dinner. The outfit he couldn’t help but smile at, thinking out sweet you looked, just like those strawberries that were embroidered on it. The outfit he was going to take great pleasure in taking it off you.

Or maybe he’d fuck you in it fist, watch how your nipples would peak through the layers of cotton. Feeling the roughness of the frills on his thighs as he thrusted in you hard. He’d keep those pretty little white socks you still have on as well. You’d be the most perfect little treat for him.

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xhoess · 24 days

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Fashion and design

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Hongjoong!model x fem Bod! Fotographer

Summary: Hongjoong is a model and has his own clothing line, you are his fotographer for the day. When you saw that you got a chance to shoot hongjong you didn't believe it. You have been a fan of his clothing line for a while and are absolutely obsessed with it, but what you don't know is that he has been following your work since that day you started to post your photos.

Genre: romance(?), mature content

Warnings: without protection(wrap it up!!!), hongjoong down bad for you

You where sitting on your bed with your laptop, checking if you have anymore jobs for the next weeks. You see that next week on Wednesday you have a shoot scheduled with the Kim hongjoong. Designer and model. Your jaw drops in shock, why did he chose you to be his photographer, he has never even met you?

You quickly pick up your phone and dial your friends number.

"Jongho you will not believe who I will be shooting next week" "you sound exited, so probably someone famous?" He guesses. "Well yes ofcourse someone famous but I'll give you a hint, he is one of my top 3 designers in the fashion industry right now" you hear jongho think on the other side of the line, "hmm, is it Kim hongjoong?" He asks "YES it's fucking the Kim hongjoong, how did he find me I'm not even that famous I only had a couple professional collaborations" "I don't know y/n but I do know you definitely need to accept this, this is such a huge opportunity" He said "you're right, but I would never in a million years decline this anyway" you laugh.

You and jongho talk for a couple more minutes before you hang up to get ready for bed. But before you get up to wash your face you quickly accept the job offer. You can't wait till next Wednesday.

You were ready to lay in bed but your phone pings, you got an Instagram DM of a online friend you made recently, he was the absolute sweetest and helped you with a few dilemmas. You've told him almost everything that happened in your life the last few months and he's a good listener.

The week goes by very slow but it's finally Wednesday. You grab your stuff and drive to your photo studio. You've never felt so nervous to do a shoot, but it's logical, it's the biggest one yet.

Once the door is unlocked you turn the lights on with the light switch, you always forget how bright that light it's. Especially when it's still dark outside, which is right now because you need to come at least 2 hours early to set everything up.

About 1 pm there was a loud knock on the door, you rushed to the front of the studio to open it. "Hi, come on in, I am y/n l/n I will be your photographer today!" You say kindly, trying not to freak out in the meantime. "Hi y/n, my name is Hongjoong. I am glad you excepted my request, I love your work" He says while bowing slightly to greet you.

"You're kidding, I absolutely love the clothing line you have going on right now. Is it true you design every piece by yourself?" You ask. Hongjoong nods "yes, and I absolutely love doing it. Maybe I do it a bit to much, it causes a lot of stress but at the end it's all worth it" "I'm sure it is" you say.

A few minutes later you showed Hongjoong the dressing room where he could change clothes in private. While he was putting on the first outfit you put on some music, if it's silent you can't function properly.

When he came out of the dressing room you sure you stared a little too long at him "you like it?" He asked, smiling slightly. "I swear it's the best one yet, I love it when there is a lot of accessories in a outfit" you say. "I know" Hongjoong said, you were confused, what does he mean he knows? But you let it slide. You where not gonna let this get awkward. You told him to stand in front of the camera and the rest of the shoot went by quickly.

It was now 3 pm, the shoot was done and hongjoong went back to the dressing room. But he forgot his phone on the table next to the camera. When you picked it up to give it to him you saw a message from yourself on his phone. When i say your heart dropped it was not an understatement. Did you send him a instagram message? You questioned yourself so you went to double check on your own account. But no, the only one you had texted was your online friend. It couldn't possibly be him right?

You knock on his dressing room door and he sticks his head out, "y/n, what's up" "can you explain why you have a text of Me on your phone?" You say. "What? Where you going through my phone" "no you left it on the table next to my camera and I send a text message to what I thought was my online best friend but then your phone pings and I saw my username pop up. So explain, why were you being someone else?" He sighs "Come in please"

Once you've settled on the couch he begins explaining, "look, I can't follow you with my real account, people would've start questioning things and they would've started texting you about me. It was never my intention to Lie to you about it. But I love your work and I just wanted to contact you about it at first" he explained. You get it, you really do but you start to think back to all the conversations you had with him. And you remember one very clearly, last week when you hung op on jongho you texted him saying 'omg I am gonna photograph Hongjoong, now I am gonna see if he's really that hot in real life'

"I texted you ABOUT you, I've said so many stuff about you? I'm so embarrassed" you say and you can feel your cheeks burning. "You are embarrassed? I am the one who should be embarrassed" Hongjoong said, he sits down next to you and tries to make sure you have nothing to be ashamed of.

"But am I as hot as you thought I should be?" You don't answer. "Too shy to say it now, you said worse things about me tho" you looked at him "don't remind me hongjoong" you say, clearly ashamed of what you said. "Yk it's kinds hot when you told what you find hot about me like 3 monts ago, haven't stopped thinking about it since. Oh and the way you send daily vlogs about your day to me is so adorable, it's the highlight of the day. But when you send me that one outfit haul with the black long dress for the party, the one with the split and the cleavage was showing. I would be lying if I didn't get off that night"

"Are you serious?" He nods "yes, you have nothing to be embarrassed about y/n. I'm worse" "you're not worse" you state. While he was talking you where staring at his lips. "What compliments did you like the most then huh?" You say.

"When you said my hands would make a pretty necklace, got my head spinning while thinking about it" He said. "Let's make it happen then" you say.

Hongjoong lips attached to yours, the kiss wasn't so loving, it was rather hungry and messy. He pulled you on his lap and, he groaned in your mouth when you moved your hips downwards. His hand creeps from the back of your neck to the front, he disconnected the kiss and looked at you. You already looked fucked out and he had barely even started.

"Just as pretty as I imagined" He said. "Just shut up and fuck me already" you whined. "I'm taking my time with you" "well I am not taking my time with you" you slid of his lap and sat on your knees in front of the couch, in-between his legs.

You buckled his belt lose and in the process your hand brushed against his hard on, he bit the inside of his mouth to stay silent. His eyes stayed on you the whole time while you were u dressing him. Now he is only left in His underwear.

You get up and sit on his lap again, you connect your lips together and slide your hand from his torso to the waistband of his pants, you slide your hand in his underwear and you wrap your hand around his cock, you can already feel the precum comming put of his tip.

You start stroking your hand up and down, hongjong needs more, he bucks his hips upwards and moans in your mouth.

You get down on your knees again and take of his underwear in the meantime, his cock springs free and your hand is around it again in no time. You lower your head and lick his cock from the bottom to the top, he throws his head back and cursed your name. Once you reach the top you take the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you down a bit, you give in and start to bob your head up and down in a smooth motion. After a few minutes Hongjoong pulled out of your mouth "I can't hold it any longer and I want to be in you when I cum" He says, out of breath.

He lays you down on the couch and starts to prep you, he wets his fingers by sucking on them and God that looked hot. He first fingers you with two fingers but he soon noticed that you're so wet that he can easily add another one, you moan at the stretch when he adds the third finger.

"I'm ready joong" you manage to get out, and he does not need more consent. "Do you have a condom?" He asks, you shake your head "shit" He curses, "I'm clean" you say, looking at him with big eyes, "me too, you wanna do it without?" You nodded at him.

He hovers above you and lines up, he moves his hips slowly to let you adjust. Once you've adjusted fully he bottoms out slowly just to quickly push his cock back in. He looks at the way your boobs move when he pushes himself back in and decides to grab one of them, gently squeezing it.

"I can't hold it in much longer baby" He whines, you clench around him and he fastens his pace, his hand wraps around your neck and squeezes it, not to hard but hard enough to feel it. "You where right, pretty necklace" He says out of breath.

"I'm cumming" you moan, and a few seconds later you do, while you cum you clench even harder around hongjoongs cock and you moan out his name. That sends him over the edge and cums too. His semen is spilling out of you because it's so much.

Both of you are laying breathlessly on the couch, rethink about what just happened.

I just had fucking sex with Kim hongjoong, was the only thing you could think about.

Leave a like if you liked it!!! X.R

#ateez smut #smut #ateez #ateez fanfic #hongjoong smut #hongjoong #kim hongjoong

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darkphoenix07 · 7 months

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When they are mad at you (Headcanon)

Mental health requests

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Hongjong

Doesn't let you touch him

He is mostly hurt than mad

Avoids interactions with you so he doesn't talk to you and argue

Doesn't like it when you cry out

Sends you gift that reminded him of you without letting you know

Tells you he is mad at you because he loves you

Melts down with a single hug from you

Seonghwa

He is not serious but a pouty baby

Still cooks you meal

Ends up talking to you while giving you silent treatment

Regretful for being mad but doesn't know how to fix things

Ends up making you mad instead

Apologize to you with a special date

Tells you that he can't stand being mad at because he doesn't want to lose you

Mingi

Only mad at you when some other men touch you

Doesn't let you know but gives you the vibe by being different than before

Denies when you ask him if he is mad

Can't practice well because his heart feels heavy

Ends up giving you crazy sex in his madness

His aftercare turns into confrontation session

Tells you to stay away from strange men because they can never treat you like he does

Yunho

Enjoying being mad at you

Intensionally irritates you with his cold gesture

Isn't actually mad just testing your patience

Wants to tell you that it was fine but he finds you too cute when you are pampering him (Golden retriever behavior)

Eats your favorite food to irritate you more

Gets slaps on his arm from you when he finally confesses

Tells you he can't get mad at you until you don't leave him

Jongho

Dance a lot when he is mad you making himself too tired

Doesn't have food because he becomes depressed fighting with you

Misses you but wants you to realize your mistake

Doesn't listen to you at once

Tries to distract himself with something else but can't

Sings songs more pathetically

Acts annoyed when you are apologizing but secretly likes it

Tells you if you ever do that again he will be more sad

Yeosang

Works out a lot, spends most time in gym

He talks to you but becomes more introvert than ever

Gets zoned out most of the time

Writes you letters but never gives you

Tells you it's fine but still mad at you

Gets mad at himself instead

In argument he is mostly calm and sometimes doesn't even talk back

Pulls you for a forceful kiss saying enough is enough

Ends up staring at you at night thinking what would he do without you

Wooyoung

Starts become cocky

Rolls his eyes in argument which makes you mad

Tells you he didn't expect this from you

Cries secretly but doesn't tell you

Visibly hurt and doesn't meet you

Is not being his usual loud self

Gets mad at everyone around him

Finally hugs you when you confront him

Spends time with you saying he fucked it up and it was all his fault

San

Ends up blaming himself

Doesn't want to let you know that he is mad because he doesn't wanna hurt you

Goes for long walks alone

Checks on you and follows you secretly

Keeps checking his phone hoping to see your message but tries to ignore it

Doesn't understand whose fault it is actually

Starts self doubting about taking care of you

Ends up crying in your arms that it hurts him being mad at you

Tells you he wants you to be the happiest with him

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03jyh23 · 9 days

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— the fear still lingers || choi jongho

i know nothing is forever but i still can’t let go, turns out the love i wanted to give you is hurting me more

idol!jongho x reader

genre: angst, a bit of fluff

trigger warnings: emotional distress, relationship conflict, career-related stress, (hongjong is a dick)

words: 2.6 (yeah it was supposed to be shorter)

written while listening to: fear by seventeen

reminder: what you're about to read is purely fiction, so let's keep it separate from reality.

minors do not interact

— hi there! i was so happy to see a jongho request, thank you so so much @jjongbearshoney! i struggled with this one for a while, but i'm happy with the outcome! let me know if you liked it!

love, monika. ♡

In the quiet stillness of the late-night hours, when the rest of the world slumbered and the city lay cloaked in darkness, you found yourself drawn to the familiar dance studio where Jongho poured his heart and soul into perfecting his choreography. It had become your secret haven, a sanctuary where you could finally be together away from the prying eyes of the world. In the secrecy of the night, you and Jongho stole moments together. Living as somebody’s secret wasn’t easy. You knew the risks, the potential consequences of forbidden love. But each stolen moment, each meeting only deepened the love between you. You must admit that there was a certain allure to living on the edge, dangerously close to being caught. But as the nights turned into days, and the days into months the weight of your secret threatened to crush you both, Jongho couldn't help but wonder if the thrill was worth the risk, if the ecstasy of your love was worth the inevitable heartache that lay ahead. And yet, despite the doubts that gnawed at his heart, Jongho couldn't bring himself to let go—not when your touch felt like home, not when your love burned brighter than the only witness to your love – the stars.

The familiar click of the back door closing behind you sent a shiver down your spine, a thrill of anticipation mingled with a lingering sense of trepidation. It was your usual way in, a well-worn path through the shadows that led to the dance studio. As you made your way through the dimly lit corridors, the soft echo of your footsteps seemed to reverberate against the walls. You slipped through the door of the familiar studio, the rhythmic beat of the music filled the air, the soft glow of overhead lights illuminating the empty space, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest. Jongho’s silhouette was a familiar sight against the backdrop of the dance floor. Jongho’s movements were fluid and graceful as he lost himself in the rhythm of the music. For a moment, you simply stood in the doorway, content to watch your boyfriend from afar.

As Jongho noticed your presence, he paused the music, the abrupt silence filling the room. His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and concern as he took in your figure standing in the doorway, your silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the studio lights.

''What are you doing here? I didn't text you to come down tonight.'' Jongho's voice broke through the silence, his tone a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He took a step closer, his movements cautious as if he were afraid you might vanish into thin air if he moved too quickly. You met Jongho's gaze head-on, your own expression a blend of determination and longing.

"Well, I'm usually here on Thursdays, so I decided not to wait until you texted me," you replied, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach.

"You shouldn't have come," Jongho murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "Baby you know we have to be careful. We can't risk getting caught." you nodded, throat tightening with the weight of the situation. You knew the dangers of your forbidden love, the consequences that loomed large on the horizon. And yet, even as the fear of being caught gnawed at your heart, you couldn't shake the feeling that being with Jongho was worth any risk.

''I'm sorry Jongho, it's just I wanted to see you tonight, you are so busy lately and I miss you, give me a quick kiss and I'm gone'' Jongho's expression softened at your words, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes as he realized the impact of his busy schedule on their relationship.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I've been so caught up with work lately, I didn't realize how much I've been neglecting us." Your heart ached at the vulnerability in Jongho's voice, the raw honesty of his admission pulling at your hearts.

"It's okay, Jongho," you replied softly, your tone gentle and understanding. "I just wanted to see you tonight, to remind you that I'm here for you, no matter what." And before Jongho could respond, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a quick, tender kiss. Before you could pull away, Jongho's arms found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, your heart raced as you melted into Jongho's embrace, the warmth of his touch searing your skin, the taste of him intoxicating.

"I needed that," your heart skipped a beat as Jongho whispered those words into your mouth, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in again to leave a quick peck on your lips. His eyes smiled as he pulled away, the warmth of his touch lingering on your lips like a sweet memory. ''Well since you're already here, you can stay for a while?'' A smile spread across your lips at Jongho's invitation, heart fluttering with warmth at the prospect of spending more time with him.

"I'd love to," you replied, voice soft with affection. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you."

"I still need to get things done, though, but you can sit back and watch, how’s that?" you only nodded, as Jongho played the music, you settled against the wall, eagerly watching him as he moved with grace and precision to the beat.

"Let me show you our new choreography," he said, a playful grin on his lips. "I still need some time to perfect it, but your boyfriend is incredibly good, so I'm sure he'll get it before the night ends." his laughter filled the room as he effortlessly glided across the floor, lost in the rhythm. You couldn't help but admire Jongho's talent and dedication. While you could listen to him sing for hours, there was something truly captivating about watching him dance. With each move, he seemed to exude a magnetic energy, drawing you in and leaving you spellbound. It was as if he were channeling a hidden power, his passion, and artistry on full display for you to witness. As the music reached its crescendo and Jongho's movements slowed to a halt, you applauded Jongho's performance, your heart overflowing with love and admiration for the man before you. And as he flashed you a grin, his eyes sparkling with joy, you knew that no matter what you were going to stick beside him. As Jongho stopped the song from repeating, you felt a rush of anticipation flood your senses. Your heart pounded in your chest as he jogged over to you, his expression filled with happiness and excitement. When he softly grabbed your chin, his touch sending tingles down your spine, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes as they scanned your face. Your heart raced even faster as Jongho's hand found its place on your cheek, his touch gentle yet electrifying. His attractiveness was undeniable, especially in such moments when his passion for his craft shone through so brilliantly. Your body reacted instinctively to his proximity, every nerve on edge as you drank in the sight of him before you. You were on the verge of leaning in, the intensity of the moment pulling you irresistibly closer to Jongho, when suddenly he stopped you abruptly, his hand gently holding you back. Your heart skipped a beat, confusion flickering across your features as you looked up at him, searching for an explanation in his eyes.

“Wait. Did you hear that?” Jongho's eyes darkened with worry as he listened intently. Your heart lurched in your chest at Jongho's words, a cold shiver running down your spine as his expression shifted from happiness to worry. You strained your ears, listening intently for any signs of intrusion, the once comforting silence of the dance studio now feeling oppressive and threatening. And then, faintly, you heard it—rustling followed by footsteps, a sound completely out of place. “Shit, I think somebody’s here,” Jongho whispered, his eyes wide with alarm. Panic surged through you as you realized the gravity of the situation. If you were caught together like this, the consequences could be catastrophic, not just for Jongho's career, but for both of you. With a sense of urgency, Jongho took your hand, his grip tight with determination. "We need to go," But before you could make your escape, the door creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dimly lit hallway—Hongjoong, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene before him. Panic seized you as you realized the magnitude of your mistake—the consequences of your secret being exposed, the potential fallout that could shatter Jongho's career and destroy everything he had worked so hard to build. Jongho's heart plummeted as he locked eyes with his leader, his mind racing with a thousand excuses and half-truths. "Hongjoong, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, his voice strained with desperation. But Hongjoong's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene before him.

"Who is this, Jongho?" he asked, his voice tight with barely concealed anger. You felt a wave of panic wash over you, your throat constricting with fear as you struggled to find the words to explain.

"I-I'm just a friend," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling with nervousness.

"It's not like that, Hongjoong," Jongho protested, his voice tinged with desperation. But Hongjoong's gaze remained cold and unforgiving, his eyes boring into Jongho's with a fierce intensity.

"You're risking our career by bringing over a mere friend?" said, his voice laced with disbelief. You felt your chest tighten with guilt as you watched the tension crackle between the two bandmates, the weight of their unspoken fears threatening to suffocate them all.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. But Jongho knew that apologies were not enough—not when your secret had been laid bare for Hongjoong to see, not when the consequences could spell the end of everything, he had worked so hard to achieve.

"I love her, Hongjoong," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. "I can't just...I can't just walk away."

"You can’t but you will," Jongho's heart sank as Hongjoong's words cut through the heavy silence.

"But Hongjoong..." Jongho began, his voice faltering as he searched for the right words to defend his choices. Hongjoong held up a hand, cutting him off before he could continue.

"Jongho, let's face the truth. We don't have time for love," he stated firmly, his expression unyielding as he met Jongho's gaze head-on. "You need to stay focused. We aren't in a space to be distracted. We need to work harder than ever for this album. It's about the future of our band." Jongho felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the weight of Hongjoong's words. The truth of your situation hit him like a ton of bricks—his love for you, no matter how deep, could not outweigh the demands of their career, the expectations placed upon them by their fans and their company. You felt your chest tighten with guilt as you watched the tension crackle between the two bandmates, the weight of their unspoken fears threatening to suffocate you all. You had never intended to come between Jongho and his dreams, but now, as you stood on the sidelines of his life, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were more of a hindrance than a help.

Hongjoong's voice held a firmness that brooked no argument, his words cutting through the air with a finality that left Jongho reeling. "So you’re going to end this, and you're doing this tonight, understood?" Jongho felt the weight of those words settle heavily on his shoulders, the gravity of the decision ahead of him bearing down like a crushing weight. With a heavy sigh, he nodded, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he had no choice but to comply.

"Understood," Jongho replied, his gaze falling to the floor as he struggled to contain the turmoil raging within him. In that moment, he knew that he was sacrificing not just his own happiness, but the happiness of the woman he loved—a price he was willing to pay for the sake of his dreams.

"You're lucky it's me, not the managers." Hongjoong's words echoed in the heavy silence, their weight settling in the air like a thick fog. Jongho's heart clenched at the reminder of the precarious position you were in, the threat of discovery by their management looming over him like a dark cloud. He knew that if anyone else found out about his relationship with you, the consequences could be catastrophic—not just for him, but for the entire band.

"Yeah," Jongho murmured, his voice heavy with resignation. "I know." He couldn't bear the thought of hurting you, of walking away from the happiness you had found together. And yet, he knew that he had no choice but to heed Hongjoong's warning—to end your relationship before it was too late, before you were torn apart by forces beyond their control. Hongjoong's gaze shifted to you, his expression firm and uncompromising.

"And as for you, you need to leave immediately," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Your heart sank at his words, the weight of his command pressing down on you like a heavy burden. You knew that lingering any longer would only risk further complications, not just for Jongho, but for yourself as well.

"I don't want to leave, I love him too," you interjected, your voice trembling with emotion as you pleaded your case. "We can be more careful from now on. We'll make sure no one finds out." Your heart raced as you waited for Hongjoong's response, desperation clawing at the edges of your words. You couldn't bear the thought of losing Jongho, of letting go of the love you had fought so hard to protect. And yet, you knew that convincing Hongjoong would be an uphill battle—one that you might not win.

"I hate to break it to you, but Jongho already made up his mind," Hongjoong's words cut through the heavy silence, his tone firm and unwavering. "He's not going to risk our career over you." Jongho stood still, his expression a mixture of anguish and resolve as he listened to Hongjoong's words. Despite the pain etched on his face, there was a steely determination in his eyes—a recognition of the harsh reality of their situation. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend the finality of Jongho's decision. It felt like a dagger through your heart, the crushing weight of his choice threatening to engulf you in despair. And yet, deep down, you knew that Hongjoong was right. Jongho wouldn't jeopardize everything they had worked so hard for, not even for the love he had for you. With a heavy sigh, you nodded in resignation, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you came to terms with the inevitable. It was a painful realization, but one that you knew you had to accept. And as you turned to leave, the echoes of Hongjoong's words ringing in your ears, you couldn't help but wonder if your love for Jongho was doomed from the start.

#ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #jongho x y/n #jongho x reader #jongho #ateez angst #jongho angst

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tafeekafee · 1 month

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⏳️🦊 My Aurora

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caretaker: Hongjoong (and Yeosang)

„Hwa, turn off that god-awful alarm before I shoot myself”, Hongjoong growled into his pillow. As far as he was concerned it was too early and he needed sleep. Badly. It might be his own fault for sleeping like eight hours in total over the span of 48 hours but he was allowed to hate early morning schedules.

“Good morning to you too, Joongie”, Seonghwa answered with a slight laugh. He sounded way to awake and chipper for this time of day. Bastard. At least he turned off the alarm. Small mercies.

But instead of letting Hongjoong sleep, he got up from his bed to peer over the side of Hongjoong’s upper bunk. “Uh-oh, no sleeping”, Seonghwa said and pulled off the blanket to expose Hongjoong to the cold air.

“Meanie”, Hongjoong pouted and yawned.

Seonghwa laughed again. “I distinctly remember you telling me to make you get up by any means necessary last night, no matter how much I beg”, he teased.

“My past self was an idiot. I’m older now, I know better now. And I don’t want to get up”, Hongjoong tried and moved to turn over, away from his annoying hyung. What right did he have to torture him? He was Seonghwa’s captain after all.

Seonghwa’s voice sounded way to gleeful. “I always wanted to do this.”

Before Hongjoong could wonder what he was about to do, Seonghwa had sprayed him with the water bottle he used to mist his succulent plants.

Hongjoong screeched and jolted upright, now wide awake.

“I hate you”, he muttered, wiping his face.

Seonghwa just grinned wider, looking unfairly put together in stark contrast to Hongjoong who probably looked like a mess with an impressive bedhead. He didn’t need a mirror, he knew he looked awful whenever he woke up.

“No, you don’t”, Seonghwa said, “now, do get up. I’ll make breakfast. You get ready, we have a long day ahead.”

“You’re telling me”, the captain grumbled but climbed down the ladder of his bunk.

⌛

Ten minutes later Hongjong was dressed and had sorted out the disaster that was his face and hair. When he stumbled into the kitchen he found Seonghwa at the stove making something, while Mingi and San were sitting next to each other at the table, leaning on each other and half-asleep. Yunho was standing next to the coffee maker, eyes closed.

“Morning”, Hongjoong greeted and received mumbled answers from his members that he wasn’t even sure were words. He could sympathise. Five o’clock was not a time to get up – especially if you only went to sleep at two o’clock.

As he sat down next to San, Yeosang and Jongho made their way into the kitchen, both of them cuddled close together and still in pyjamas. “Morning”, Jongho greeted and flopped onto San. Yeosang sat down next to Hongjoong and turned his attention to the leader.

“Wooyoung-yah is still asleep”, Yeosang explained their roommates absence, “I woke up tonight because he was moving around, said he had trouble sleeping. I let him sleep in my bed but when he didn’t wake up to our alarm I thought he might need more rest and he could maybe eat in the car?” He sounded unsure if he had done the right thing and worried about his best friend.

“That’s alright, Sang-ah, letting him sleep was a good idea”, Hongjoong praised, wanting to erase the uncertainness off his dongsaeng’s face. He knew how Yeosang often worried if he overstepped boundaries when he decided something – the reason why he mostly didn’t decide anything. “I’ll wake him after breakfast. Sleep is important.”

“I will make him something to go”, Seonghwa added.

⌛

Once breakfast was done Hongjoong and Yeosang went to the younger two’s room, so that Yeosang could grab his clothes and Hongjoong could work on waking up their second maknae.

Wooyoung was curled up on Yeosang’s bed, fast asleep. He was cuddling the pillow to his chest and like that Hongjoong was reminded just how young he was. While he often acted like a nuisance on cocaine on camera Wooyoung was a responsible and caring person. He had seen the awfulness of their industry. Hongjoong would be a liar if he said he wasn’t soft for these moments when his kids, as ATINY would say, seemed like actual kids.

Once Yeosang had left the room, Hongjoong knelt down next to Wooyoung, holding onto the ladder that went up to Wooyoung’s bunk for stability. He placed a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder and shook it gently.

“Wake up, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, “you need to get ready for today’s photoshoot.”

Wooyoung groaned unhappily but blinked his eyes open. He stared up at Hongjoong for a moment before swiftly turning to the side. Just for a second Hongjoong was confused, then out of a sudden Wooyoung coughed and retched loudly before throwing up onto the floor beside Yeosang’s bed. Hongjoong jumped back in shock, hoping to protect his trousers and socks from the mess and, quite frankly in disgust. He had not anticipated Wooyoung puking first thing in the morning. After a second Hongjoong tried to step a bit closer so that he could rub Wooyoung’s back as the man cried and gagged.

“Oh, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, heart breaking for his sick dongsaeng who was trying so hard to catch his breath. “It’s okay, hyung has got you.”

Finally Wooyoung’s stomach seemed to be done and the younger rolled onto his back again. Tears were gathering in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. Hongjoong could sympathize: He imagined waking up only to throw up seconds later without any warning was very unpleasant. Ignoring the soupy mess on the ground that resembled last nights dinner a bit too much, Hongjoong sat down on the bed next to Wooyoung’s hip and started stroking his sweaty hair away from his face.

“I’m so sorry, hyung”, Wooyoung whispered, eyes glazed over and sounding exhausted. There was embarrassment colouring his cheeks red.

“It’s okay, Wooyoung-yah, you couldn’t help it”, Hongjoong mumbled back, “is it okay if I call for help? You need to get cleaned up and your tiny old hyung won’t be much of a help, you’ve grown up so much.”

“Can it be Yeosangie-hyung, please?”, Wooyoung asked in a tiny voice. That had been Hongjoong’s plan all along anyways. Jongho, Yunho and Mingi needed to get ready, as did San, and he needed Seonghwa to keep an eye on the others. Besides, if this was a stomach bug then Yeosang had already been exposed – no need to risk getting everybody sick at the same time.

“Sang-ah, come here, please”, Hongjoong called and a moment later the door opened.

“Hyung … what? Oh”, Yeosang said dumbfounded. He quickly gathered himself and made his way over to his dongsaeng who was making grabby hands in his direction. It was cute even in this situation. Yeosang quickly obliged and crouched at the head of his bed, where he could be closest to Wooyoung without getting too close to the mess.

“Why didn’t you say last night that you felt sick?”, Yeosang asked gently.

“I didn’t feel sick then”, Wooyoung pouted.

“Threw up the moment he woke up”, Hongjoong provided, smiling to himself as he watched the interaction between his members. He really loved how they cared for each other like a real family. “Can you get him to the living room so we can get this cleaned up?”

“I’m really sorry”, Wooyoung whispered as he glanced down, paling instantly.

“It’s really okay, baby, you can’t help it”, Hongjoong soothed, “let me just get you a trash can and then you’re all set.”

He got up to get a bucket but then he spotted the room’s trash can. Good enough. It was filled halfway with empty energy drinks that Hongjoong unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.

“Hyung”, Yeosang complained as empty cans clattered onto the floor.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you and Jongho-ah about your excessive consumption of energy drinks anyways. This is just the start”, Hongjoong explained and ignored the following whine in favour of raising his eyebrow at Wooyoung. The second maknae giggled. That was much better than the tears.

“You’re conspiring against us”, Yeosang moaned, understanding Hongjoong’s intention of distracting Wooyoung from his misery.

“File your complains here.” Hongjoong shrugged and pointed at the trash can.

“Hyung, you’re ridiculous”, Wooyoung teased weakly.

“Hyung has every right to complain. Hyung shares a room with Seonghwa. Hyung cleans under the bed three times a week, nothing more ridiculous than that”, Hongjoong said as he placed the bucket down next to Wooyoung.

“Don’t make me laugh, my stomach hurts”, Wooyoung complained, hugging the aching organ.

“Alright, let’s get back to it. Sang-ah, why don’t you get Wooyoung comfortable on the couch with his new best friend while I get medicine and a thermometer?”, Hongjoong said and Yeosang nodded eagerly.

“Up you get”, Hongjoong said and helped Yeosang sit Wooyoung up and then swing his legs over the side of the bed. The sick member’s breathing took on deeper patterns as he tried to stave off the nausea from being upright and Hongjoong was ready to reach over to the bucket if it was needed. Luckily Wooyoung was able to breathe through it.

“I’m dizzy”, he said and closed his eyes.

“Think you can walk or do you want hyung to get Yunho so he can help me carry you?”, Yeosang asked gently.

“Just give me a minute.”

Hongjoong and Yeosang exchanged worried glances. They had never seen Wooyoung this sick before – it was clear he couldn’t stay alone at the dorm, not that Hongjoong would have allowed that. They had an all day shooting of a video on their schedule – somebody who had lots of scenes with Wooyoung could stay back.

“I can go on”, Wooyoung said before Hongjoong was able to finish his thoughts.

“Okay, change of plans. We both help you to the living room”, Hongjoong said, not wanting to risk Wooyoung falling despite his deep trust in Yeosang. Some accidents couldn’t be avoided but he might help as a crutch anyway. Carefully Yeosang and Hongjoong helped him stand, the youngest’s legs shaky and barely able to hold his own weight. The captain reached down and handed Wooyoung the bucket which he cradled against his chest fearfully.

“We’ve got you, it’s okay”, Hongjoong soothed, “if you need to be sick again or feel even more dizzy or anything just tell us.”

Slowly they made their way around the puddle on the floor and out of the bedroom, with Yeosang and Hongjoong having wrapped one arm around Wooyoung’s waist each.

⌛

Yunho was sitting on the couch, fully dressed and sipping his coffee as they entered the living room and he looked up with confusion written plainly on his face.

“What’s going on?”, he asked confused, taking in the view. He clearly wasn’t awake enough yet to understand what was obvious.

“Wooyoung-ah is sick”, Hongjoong explained and quickly Yunho had abandoned his coffee on the TV table to open his arms for Wooyoung to cuddle in. The maknae plopped down onto the couch as soon as he was in reach but refused to lean into Yunho, still holding the bucket under his chin. He tugged at Yeosang’s hand to get the older to sit down with him and Yeosang, reliable friend he was, immediately complied and took his hand.

“You’re really not feeling good, huh?”, Yunho whispered and placed a warm hand on Wooyoung’s back. The younger man whimpered and swallowed harshly.

“I feel so sick”, Wooyoung groaned and burped wetly. Hongjoong winced and sighed. “If you need to be sick, Wooyoung-ah, let it…”

Before he could finish the sentence, Wooyoung lurched forward and buried his face in the bucket, loudly expelling his stomach contents. Yunho helplessly rubbed his back and Yeosang held back his hair from his forehead, steadying the bucket with the other hand.

Hongjoong could only watch, once again. He shuddered at the sound of liquid hitting the bucket and the loud coughing. It was a wonder nobody else had wandered into the living room yet to find out where the wretched sounds came from.

“Breathe”, Yeosang encouraged. Confident his dongsaengs had the situation under control, Hongjoong slipped away to gather the thermometer and some medication from the bathroom. On his way back, he nearly collided with Seonghwa who stared at him – or more exactly at the medication in his hand – with confusion, then worry.

“Hongjoong-ah, are you sick? What is going on?”, he asked frantically, mother henning as always.

“I’m fine, it’s…” Hongjoong was interrupted by the sounds of Wooyoung vomiting again and both of them winced. In the dorm there was no real privacy they had learned – as much as any of them tried to hide illnesses, they would be betrayed by the thin walls. And as the oldest hyungs they were very much aware how easily illnesses spread when everybody lived in each other’s pocket.

They both shuddered simultaneously at the memory of the stomach flu from last winter – it had started one day with Yunho and by the end of the next day only Hongjoong and Seonghwa were left standing (but also with buckets not too far away from them).

“Wooyoung?”, Seonghwa asked.

“Yeah.”

“What about the filming? We need to leave in like less than fifteen minutes”, Seonghwa said.

“I know.” Hongjoong sighed. “I want to know his temperature and then I will call a manager. One of us needs to stay back with him, there is no way he can stay alone. Either Yeosang, Yunho or I – we’ve already been exposed.”

“Who is sick”?, San asked from behind them, a frown on his face. He seemed to have been on his way to the bathroom whose door they were blocking.

“Somebody is sick?”, Mingi asked, popping his head out of his bedroom door.

“Wooyoung is … ah, no, Jongho-yah, don’t go in there”, Hongjoong warned, the younger man having also appeared behind San and reaching for his bedroom door.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wooyoung-ah threw up”, Hongjoong explained with a sigh. “Listen, guys, we need to get ready, okay? San-ah, I hate to ask this of you but could you clean the bedroom? You have the strongest stomach out of all of us present.”

“On it, captain”, San said with a salute, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

“Let’s go check on him. Mingi-yah, can Jongho borrow some of your clothes?”

“Sure.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong entered the living room to find Wooyoung curled up on Yeosang’s lap, tears trailing down his cheeks. Yunho was sitting next to them, running a hand up and down the second maknae’s arm, the bucket in his reach for easy access.

“Wooyoung-yah, let me take your temperature, okay?”, Seonghwa said and knelt down in front of his dongsaeng. Wooyoung nodded and let his oldest hyung hold the thermometer up to his forehead. Frantic beeping quickly followed.

“Uh-oh, 38.6°C”, Seonghwa read with a frown, “that is really not good.”

“Do you think it’s a stomach bug?”, Yunho asked unhappily. “Did you feel sick too, last night?”

Wooyoung shrugged. “I wasn’t really hungry last night but we had a big lunch so I didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t really able to fall asleep tonight until Yeosang-hyung let me sleep with him. But I honestly thought it was a touch of insomnia.”

Yunho frowned. “We shared lunch yesterday and if you didn’t eat much dinner, I think we can rule out food poisoning.”

“Great”, Hongjoong groaned, “I’ll call the manager. Young-ah, you are in no condition for filming today.” He retreated to the kitchen for some privacy.

“Noona, we have a problem”, he said as the woman picked up, “Wooyoung-yah is sick. He’s thrown up a couple of times this morning and he’s running a temperature of 38.6°. He needs to stay home and somebody needs to stay with him.”

“Dammit”, the manager said, “yes, obviously he needs to stay home. We’ll have to do scenes without him today then. I think it’s best if … hm, Jongho-ah is probably not a good choice. Mingi-yah can stay with him then, they have a few scenes together.”

“Noona, I was actually hoping Yeosang-ah or I could stay back”, Hongjoong said honestly, “Mingi-yah has not been exposed yet and …”

“Yeosang-ah is not an option, he needs to film today. He won’t be able to attend tomorrow due to a schedule conflict. But I guess you can stay home. You have a few scenes with Wooyoung-yah too and your own shoots can be done when and wherever.”

“Thanks, noona.”

“Thank me with the others being punctual, Hongjoong-ah.”

⌛

Hongjoong found Yeosang and Wooyoung in mostly the same position with Yunho still sporting an unhappy frown. Seonghwa was nowhere to be seen, he was probably washing out the bucket.

“Hey, Wooyoung-yah”, Hongjoong said warmly and knelt down to look at the second maknae. Wooyoung blinked owlishly up at him. “Noona said you can stay home today, I’ll be staying with you, okay?”

“Sangie-hyung?”, Wooyoung mumbled, unintentionally pouting. Yeosang was frowning unhappily, rubbing Wooyoung’s arm. He looked reluctant to leave his best friend behind too.

“He needs to go in for filming, baby. He’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?”, Hongjoong explained.

“Oh, alright”, Wooyoung said sadly but let Yeosang get up, instead opting to lie down completely on the couch.

⌛

Fifteen minutes later and punctual as promised Hongjoong and Wooyoung were left alone. Before they had left Mingi had gotten them some supplies and Jongho had brought both of them their bed covers, so there was no need for them to get up at all. They could stay curled up under the covers all day if they wanted to.

Wooyoung had laid down in Hongjoong’s lap, latching onto any heat source he could get. His eyes were closed but Hongjoong knew he wasn’t asleep. There were unhappy lines on the younger’s forehead and the leader could imagine why.

“Baby?”, he asked, “stomach ache?”

Wooyoung nodded weakly. “I’m sorry for all this, hyung”, he said quietly.

“Hush, dongsaeng”, Hongjoong soothed, “you’re sick, it happens. I can’t get you a hot water bottle, your temperature is too high for that, but I can rub your tummy?”

The younger opened his eyes for a moment, blinking against the overhead light and closed them again. “Thank you, hyung.”

Hongjoong sneaked his hand under the blanket and he instantly felt just how upset the younger’s stomach was, gurgling and cramping against his hand.

“Is this okay?”, he asked gently.

Wooyoung just hummed, already mostly asleep.

⌛

Wooyoung felt terrible. Horrible. Disgusting. Weak. Awful. Any negative association he could think off. He hated throwing up and he really had looked forward to filming. Now he was sick and miserable.

He had napped most of the morning except for the few instances where he had gotten sick again. His stomach ached, the nausea was still terrible even when he wasn’t about to puke, his head ached and he felt so frustrated.

He could tell that Hongjoong mirrored the last emotion.

“You should try to eat a bit, baby”, Hongjoong coaxed, obviously at his wit’s end. “I let you slack off breakfast but you haven’t effectively eaten since yesterday lunch. We need to get some nutrients and fluids into you. Then you can even taken some medicine to help.”

Wooyoung knew that the fever was making him feel so awful and emotional but he could help that eating or drinking sounded like the hardest tasks in the entire universe. He was done with being done, done with feeling sick and he didn’t want to risk anything that could trigger another bout.

He only wanted his captain hyung.

Hongjoong had been incredibly patient with him, ignoring his dislike towards skinship to cuddle Wooyoung as much as the younger wanted. He was grateful for his hyung, really. The captain hadn’t even complained when Wooyoung had burst into tears the moment he had stopped touching Wooyoung. Rationally, Wooyoung knew that the bucket needed cleaning out and that for that Hongjoong had needed to leave. That knowledge hadn’t prevented him from crying anyhow, clinging to his hyung. He didn’t want to be alone in his misery, so sue him.

Wooyoung shook his head wildly, his oreo hair stuck to his forehead with sweat so it didn’t even fly around anymore when moved. “I can’t, hyung”, he whined.

“At least some tea? Please?”, Hongjoong asked, obviously desperate. Wooyoung felt sorry towards his hyung who had to deal with him but he didn’t want to be alone.

“I don’t want you to leave”, he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes again. The headache from dehydration had taken up residence ages ago but he was miserable anyway. Tea wouldn’t make it better. Hyung would.

“It’ll be for two minutes, baby”, Hongjoong begged, “you can drink some tea. You haven’t thrown up in nearly two hours now, maybe it will stay down. You need fluids. I hate to do this … but if you don’t drink anything in the next fifteen minutes I’m taking you to hospital for an IV.”

Wooyoung’s eyes filled with tears. He didn’t want to go to the hospital. He wanted to just be okay.

“I know, dongsaeng”, Hongjoong soothed. Wooyoung hadn’t even noticed he said that aloud. “Two minutes.”

Wooyoung let himself be lifted from Hongjoong’s lap and laid down against a pillow.

Within a blink of an eye Hongjoong had appeared with a cup of tea and one of their bamboo straws.

“Just a few sips. I put in some cold water, I tried it. It’s drinking temperature.” The leader smiled down at him and lowered the cup so that Wooyoung could drink. Propped up against the pillow he was able to drink and Hongjoong kept stroking back his hair.

“You are doing so well, baby”, Hongjoong praised when Wooyoung had taken a few sips. “Sleep.”

⌛

Wooyoung barely felt better by evening. His temperature that had gone down with medication in the afternoon had gone up in the evening again. Worse yet, he had slept so much over the day he wasn’t even particularly tired.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa had originally decided to isolate him and the captain but it seemed that shy Yeosang had bullied his way into the bedroom. How that had happened Wooyoung wasn’t sure but his best friend could be stubborn if he wanted to.

That was how he ended up snuggling Yeosang in his bed again, resting on the elder’s chest while he played with Wooyoung’s hair. Hongjoong had pulled out his laptop and was playing soft music over the speakers, working through his email.

Wooyoung still wasn’t feeling good and he would get sick again in the night but soothed by the sound of Hongjoong clicking on keys and Yeosang stroking his hair and telling them about his day he felt better than all day.

Author’s note: For the lovely anon who requested the Wooyoung sickfic with Hongjoong caretaker 💕

I hope you all enjoy!

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The Syndicate - Chapter 2: The Traitor

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 5.1k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung in the beginning , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s)

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Author's Note: So here it is, Chapter 2! I wanted to at least try and post a chapter for San's birthday so this is it! I hope you guys enjoy it!💜

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“So you’re the infamous Detective that San has kept his eye on for the longest..” Hongjoong asks while fidgeting with the keys in his right hand. “Infamous?” I quietly answer back and he nods silently almost like I was being judged. Something tells me he really doesn't like me I can already tell by the way he's looking at me. “Yeah, ever since you joined Ulwood PD you’ve been costing us a lot of business.” Taken a back from the bluntness I gather my courage and respond but this time a bit more respectful not wanting to start an argument and possibly anger any of them again. "Really? So besides my superior having something San wants that's one of the reasons why you guys decided to kidnap me?" Hongjoong lets out a small exhale from his nose "In a way, yes. That as well but not majorly." I slowly nod "What if I get my superior to make a deal with San to return whatever it is he wants?" Hongjong shakes his head, his earrings making a faint jingling noise "Maybe you should speak to San about that." I look over at Hongjoong who was looking straight ahead while we walk the dimly lit corridor, I didn't get a good look at his face before but he looks fairly young. Definitely shorter than the rest too, except Wooyoung. Luckily enough the silence doesn't last too long as we arrive outside San’s office so I didn't have to deal with the awkwardness much longer, Hongjoong opens the door “Here she is, I will be outside.” He slightly pushes me to sit down and closes the door behind him. San then stares at me for a bit and without breaking eye contact he says “Sit down Detective.” Stay focused, try negotiating with him. I carefully sit down on the leather chair in front of San’s desk while he clicks his pen a few times then sets it down. “First of all, before anything I’d like to apologize about what happened with Wooyoung. He wasn’t supposed to beat you like that.” I roll my eyes “Right, care to explain why you abducted me?” I want to hear this from the man himself and not his "inner circle" goons. San looks over at me with a deadpan expression “You’re ransom Detective. Something that belongs to me is in possession of Ulwood PD, not just that but Captain Lee owes me for all the stuff he’s been putting my family through. He’s no saint, and what a better way to taunt him than taking his secret weapon against us, you.”

Captain Lee? He’s always been a very respectable man and very stern. What does he have to do with the Choi’s and Aurora Syndicate? I look at San slightly suspicious “Captain Lee? Ever since I joined Ulwood PD, he’s been a very good role model of what a Detective should be. What does he have to do with your family?” San looks away almost like he was holding in a laugh then says “Oh come on Detective, can't you read between the lines? I guess he’s been keeping his double life under wraps from everyone in the department.” I glare at San. “What are you trying to say? Captain Lee works for you?” He smirks and slightly nods “Good guess, but it's more like he used to. The man is a crooked cop.” His face then grows serious again and he continues “ He used to work for my father. He’s also the reason my father got murdered. He began to work with a rival mob, The Obsidian Dragon a few years back which led to him giving away my father’s location to those people.”

No way, no fucking way. Captain Lee was one of the organizers for this hit and I’m the one having to suffer for his mistakes? “Why not abduct him? Why was I brought into this?” San pushes his glasses with his middle finger and sits back on his chair “Well, if we kidnap him he’ll be marked as a hero and that’s what I don’t want. I want him to be known as my father’s killer, and what a better way to bring attention to it than when a very infamous and well known Detective is kidnapped and in order to save her his whole team has to slowly unravel how evil and dirty he is. If he doesn’t give in, either way he’ll be seen as a terrible and incompetent person for letting a gifted Detective die in order to save himself.” I slowly clench my fists. This has to be a crude joke.

“I need proof of Captain Lee doing the things you’re claiming. I can’t just take your word for it, I don’t trust you.” San opens the drawer next to his desk and sets a file about an inch and a half thick in front of me “These are photos of him and my family and documents with his handwriting on it. Not to mention there are photos of him meeting up with someone from The Obsidian Dragon” I open the folder and the first thing to catch my attention is a picture of a dinner with presumably the Choi family and next to San’s father is Captain Lee smiling brightly. I squint my eyes to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me then I look over to a financial document with Captain Lee’s signature. I look at a few other photos carefully examining if it was the right person and to my disappointment it was. It’s Captain Lee, I'd recognize his signature anywhere and the man in the pictures looks exactly like him including his golden tooth. I look over at San in complete shock and San smirks and raises his eyebrow “You believe me now?” I slowly nod then I close the file and set it back on San’s desk in disappointment.

“This has to be a misunderstanding, he’s a great person I know so. I’m sure there has to be a reason he did this.” San throws his head back and laughs and says “The man loves money Detective, the difference between us and him is that the majority of us had nothing at one point but desperation to survive while this man has had money and a good life from the beginning. Also, what type of person kills their best friend over money? ” My body runs cold, and my stomach drops “The Phantom was friends with him?” There is a slight hint of disappointment in San’s voice “Yeah, so close I even called him uncle when I was a child.” Oh no, why do I feel bad for this man? When he's the reason Ulwood’s crime rates went up to begin with. I sigh and Sympathetically look at him “Look, I’m so sorry he caused all this pain to you and your family but there’s no reason to keep me here to get back at him. That file you showed me has enough evidence to send him to prison for the rest of his remaining life, I'll do that for you only if you let me go.” San looks at me for a few seconds and he shakes his head “No, i’m sorry.” I scoot up closer to his desk and I put my hand over the file “Please, you can do this the right way instead of possibly ruining your life.” He sits up and leans over the desk close to me and in a very calm voice he says “My life is already ruined Detective, all the things I've done are enough to send me to prison for the rest of my life. The least I should do with the last of my freedom is to destroy the man who killed my father.” I sit there for a while processing his final decision “Well, all I’m hoping is that Captain Lee does the correct thing although now I’m doubting it.” I have a feeling I’m going to die here now. “I sent the ransom note about an hour ago so we’ll have to wait for his answer in maybe a few days.” A few days?! I know for a fact we usually see ransom calls and answer them right away, why is he just going with a ransom note? "Why a ransom note when you can just call?" A smirk appears on his face "It makes it a little more dramatic, it's amusing, Even more knowing how much he's probably freaking out" I scoff and look at the book case to my left. He's such a childish man, it's ridiculous.

Out of nowhere my stomach growls and I clutch my stomach then San curiously looks over at me “Are you hungry?” I quietly nod then he grabs a radio from his desk and says “Hongjoong, can you escort the Detective to the guest room.” Hongjoong sounding a bit confused says “Uh yeah, sure right away.” The door then opens a few seconds later and Hongjoong walks towards me but before he reaches over to grab my arm I take off my badge and set it on San’s desk “Here, I have a feeling I won’t be needing this anymore.” San gives me a slightly confused look then Hongjoong escorts me out.

The walk to the guest room was excruciatingly quiet so I begin to lose myself in my own thoughts until finally we arrive at the guestroom. Hongjoong continues to hold my arm tightly while he opens the door. After opening the door Hongjoong walks me inside the guest room and sits me down on the bed and says “This is escape proof, so don’t even try.” He exits the room, and after hearing the door lock I lay down and begin to silently sob. I don’t want to die here, I want to see my family, I want to fall in love and have a family. I close my eyes and I slowly drift to sleep hoping that the horror I was living is just a dream.

Later, I’m gently nudged awake then I groggily open my eyes and I see Seonghwa holding some food “Hey, San got you some food. He didn’t know if you were allergic to anything so he just went with steamed rice and veggies and for your drink it’s apple juice but in a bottle so you know we didn’t mess with it.” He helps me sit up while I quietly wince in pain trying to sit up “Oh, thank you. Do I get these removed too?” He opens the food and says “I would but I can’t. The only one who can is San, my apologies Detective. I can still feed you though so it’s okay.” I look over to the food then I nod slightly disappointed “I see. Well, since we have to get that familiar with each other with you feeding me and all call me Y/N.” He chuckles and grabs a spoonful of food and feeds it to me “Alright Y/N, my name is Seonghwa but you can just call me Hwa when it’s just us.” Something tells me he's friendlier than the rest here “So Hwa when did you start working here?”

He hesitantly smiles and feeds me another spoonful of food and says “Well, I started working here a little before San’s father passed away. You? When did you start working as a detective?” While I chew I think for a few seconds “3 years this march as an actual detective, I’m honestly still not really used to it though I still have slip ups where I start talking like a civilian.” He opens the apple juice and puts a straw in the bottle “Oh I see, so you’re somewhat still new to the department?” I nod then I take a sip of my juice “Yes, but I guess weirdly enough people at the station no longer see me as the newbie because of the case clearing rate. streak I have" He hums in acknowledgement "I've heard, you're a criminal's worst nightmare." we both quietly chuckle then I ask "So, are you friends with San and all those guys I've seen?” He sets the juice back on the floor “Oh, yes. In a way we’re all friends although sometimes we do get into pretty heated disagreements.” I furrow my brows while focusing on the wall behind Seonghwa.

“So then does that mean I'm going to have to see the one who hit me? Wooyoung I think was his name.” He gently pats my shoulder “Unfortunately you probably are but don’t worry he’s not going to hit you anymore, San got onto him about it. It’s weird because this is the first time San has gotten upset over something like this happening, usually he doesn’t really care when Wooyoung goes around beating the people we’ve kidnapped. Then again this is the first time we’ve kidnapped a cop.” That’s weird I didn’t think he’d even care either, I thought maybe Wooyoung somehow messed up the procedure or something like that. Seonghwa continues “Let's have you finish eating so you can clean up and change clothes." Later, after Seonghwa finishes feeding me he helps me up and says "San got you a really pretty dress so you can wear it after your bath"

Embarrassed, I respond "Wait what? You're going to give me a bath?!" He chuckles and says "No silly, San is going to help you since he's the only one who is able to remove your handcuffs" Confused, I scrunch my nose and say “Why him?” Seonghwa shrugs and gives me a confused face “Honestly, I have no idea that’s just what he told us.” I look down and fidget with my hands then I say "So you're leaving then?" He reaches over and holds both my hands "I'm sorry, but don't worry I'll try coming back as much as I can." I sigh and with a slight disappointed tone in my voice I say "Okay..” He picks up the leftovers and gets up then the door opens behind him. I watch as San enters the room with a few shopping bags. Surprised, Seonghwa looks over at San and says “Oh hey, I was just about to go get you.” San walks over to the bed and sets down the shopping bags and says “Thanks for helping her eat, can you tell Yunho to let me know when something comes up regarding the ransom?” Seonghwa nods and closes the door behind him leaving me alone with San.

I watch him glance at me for a few seconds then sit next to me. “How are you feeling?” Why is he asking me how I feel? This is so weird. I shrug and say “I’m still in pain but I feel way better than I did earlier but I'm sure the bruises will come in tomorrow.” He smiles and says “I’m glad you’re feeling better, also was the food okay? I didn’t know what to get you since I didn’t know if you had food allergies or not.” Is he joking? Why is he asking me if I liked the food or not? Why does he care if I have food allergies? Why is he being so nice? He might be trying to get me to talk by being nice. “Food was good, don't worry.” He looks over at my hand cuffed hands “If I take these off of you do you promise me you won’t try to escape?” I might take a leap of faith and try but without hesitation I respond “I promise.” he uncuffs my hands and I gently massage my wrists and press my lips together forcing a smile. “I never say this to criminals but thank you, for like the food and everything.” He gives me a soft smile and says “Of course, now it’s time for you to get cleaned up and wash off all that blood off of you.” Should I ask him why he’s being so nice? Or is it too soon? Maybe.

I get up and stretch then San stands up next to me and chuckles gently patting my head “Oh wow you’re really short Detective, I've never seen such a short cop before. it’s actually kind of cute. I’m surprised you were even allowed to be in the police academy.” Oh my gosh did he just call me cute? The man is really committing himself to get something out of me. I raise an eyebrow in confusion “Gee, thanks but just in case you didn’t know I can do alot of damage despite my small stature.” He looks down at me and smirks “Yeah I know, which is why I’m the only one who can uncuff you.” If I change the subject maybe he’ll stop being weird. “So where’s the bathroom?” He leads me over to a door next to the entrance “There’s a shower in there but I’ll tell you right now the door has no lock so I can easily check up on you if you get too quiet.” Ew no. What if he’s being a pervert and watches me shower then what? I cross my arms in front of my chest and I say “Fair enough, just don’t be a pervert or….”

We both exchange looks for what feels like forever then he gently lifts my chin with his finger and says in a low voice “Or what Detective?” He’s good. My face gets hot and I swat his hand away from my face “I’ll press charges on you for harassment when I get out of here.” San lets out an amused laugh “Oh, are you really? But can’t I just admire a woman’s beauty?” He proceeds to push his glasses up with his middle finger then winks at me. I give him a disgusted look and walk into the bathroom closing the door behind me then from the other side of the door I say “I bet this is why you don’t have a girlfriend because you’re so weird!” I hear San laughing on the other side of the door and say "I was kidding!" I roll my eyes and get in the shower letting the water completely soak through my hair while I stand in the shower with my eyes closed wondering if what was happening right now was actually happening or a weird figment of my imagination from a breakdown or something. I mean being a cop is not necessarily an easy thing and I'm constantly under excruciating pressure from my superiors. So maybe my mind is making it all up.

After showering, wondering whether I'm in reality or not and occasionally checking the door in fear of San looking at me at my most vulnerable state. When I get out I see a nice robe and put it on. When did this robe get here? Where are my clothes? Did he seriously somehow come in without me noticing? I open the bathroom door and I see San standing next to the door on his phone I then ask “Did you take my clothes?” He nods then turns to look at me “Yep, I did. I bought you some clothes but I don’t know if you’ll like them though I asked my mom what a girl likes to wear and she said a nice casual dress will do.” I ran my fingers through my wet hair trying to comb it out “Oh, okay. I swear if you looked at me in the shower.” He shakes his head and pleadingly responds "I didn't I promise." I need to watch out for him, he's good. Maybe he's lying. He scratches the back of his neck and hands me the shopping bag “I also bought some um… you know underwear and some bras.” I grab the bag slightly embarrassed. What happened to me being a prisoner of the Aurora Syndicate? Where is this headed? Am I going to be sold off or something? “Oh, thank you, I’ll go put this on I'll be right out.” I walk back into the bathroom and close the door and I change into the dress, a beautiful ruffled dark purple chiffon dress with a tie up at the waist. When I step out, San’s lips curl up into a smile “It looks beautif- I mean, it looks great on you.” I nod and I bite my bottom lip to keep me from smiling.

The first time in a year that I get male attention and it’s from one of the most dangerous men in Ulwood. Embarrassingly I’m falling into his trap and it hasn’t even been a whole day, just 16 hours ago I was kidnapped. I have to get it together, this man is just playing tricks on me he doesn’t care about me at all whatsoever. Suddenly San’s radio goes off Slightly startling me while a male's voice says says “San, they know about the Detective and they said if we don’t hand her over right now you’ll have a warrant for your arrest.” Amused, San lets out a chuckle “Tell them the first note for her rescue will be on 398 Barry Ave.” The man then responds “Okay got it.” San walks over to me and pulls out the handcuffs from his pocket and puts them on me “I have to go, but I’ll come back later. In the meanwhile I need you to rest okay? ” I nod then he exits out the room and closes the door behind him then a few seconds later I hear the small click of the door being locked. I let out a sigh and walk over by the door and turn off the lights leaving some sort of night light on and I lay down with my back facing the door. I feel quite tired and the pain medicine Jongho gave me is starting to wear off so I begin to have a million thoughts racing through my head trying to get my mind off of the pain that eventually I fall asleep.

I suddenly wake up to the sound of the door unlocking and opening I felt too tired to turn and check who it was until eventually I feel a gentle nudge on my shoulder "Hey Detective, it's me Jongho I brought you some more pain medicine." He helps me sit up and gives me the painkillers and some water soon after he says “Did that warm shower help you feel a bit better?” I nod “Yes, it actually did but I started to be in pain again right before I fell asleep since the medicine was wearing off” He stipples his fingers and says “Don’t worry, just give it an hour and the medicine will kick back in again. Tomorrow when you wake up is when it will hurt a lot so I’ll come back in the morning to check up on you.” I nod and for a few seconds I pick at my nails then I look at Jongho and I say “San told me about Captain Lee, I told him he would get his revenge the right way with all those documents and pictures stacked up as evidence but he doesn’t want to.” He slightly frowns “Well, Detective you have to remember San and basically everyone here including myself are criminals. What San wants is to humiliate Lee and inflict as much pain as that man did to his father, I’m sure you’d do the same for your family if you ever get the chance right?”

I lower my face and purse my lips. “I mean If I had the amount of evidence San has against Captain Lee I’d go to the police.” His eyes widen for a split second in shock then he recollects himself and goes back to his serious expression “Well, police can only do so much, sometimes the best way to get back at someone who's hurt your family is not necessarily the legal way. I’m sure in the back of your mind you know this even if you don’t want to admit it which is understandable since you’re a detective and you work for the police leading me to believe you fully trust them. You have to remember that some of these cops aren’t clean and half the time they’re just as bad as criminals like us, if not worse.” I gently brush my hand on the soft chiffon ruffles of my dress “Actually despite what you probably think I see Captain Lee differently now, seeing all those pictures and evidence and being the empathetic person that I am I genuinely feel sorry for San. That doesn’t mean that I think what he’s doing is okay because it’s not but I do get where he’s coming from and I understand what you’re trying to get at.”

Before he can answer Jongho’s radio goes off with Wooyoung saying “Hey Jongho where are you?” Jongho grabs his radio and says “I was with the detective giving her medicine, what happened?” Wooyoung answers back with a slight annoyance in his voice “I need you to bring the Detective downstairs, Lee wants to talk to her he’s on the phone with San.” He presses the button to his radio again and with a calm voice Jongho says “Okay I’ll be right there.” He puts his radio back in his jacket’s pocket then he turns to me and says “Let’s go Detective.” He helps me up then he walks me downstairs.

When I enter the dimly lit room filled with lots of monitors, computers, and servers I notice that all of San’s inner circle was present, 2 of which I haven't seen. One had dark brown hair he looks as if he’s around the same height as Mingi except a little bit taller. The other wasn't as tall as the hair dark brown haired male in fact he seemed to be around the same height as Wooyoung and Hongjoong. His was a cool brown shade. He was very handsome looking having the face of a Roman statue with no visible flaw on his face besides the pink birthmark next to his right eye, definitely not taking away from how handsome he looked. Now that I notice I realize how all of San's inner circle is basically handsome young men. This is exactly why they probably get away with as much as they do because they're intimidatingly handsome, they probably don't even need money to keep people quiet. Their looks alone will probably the charm any one of their liking. Jongho walks me over to a single chair by where everyone was huddled. San looks at me briefly then says “She’s here, you have 1 minute with her.” San then hands me the phone and I say “Captain Lee?! Please get me out of here I’m begging you. I’m terrified. I want to go home!” In a worried tone he answers “Detective Y/LN, are you okay? Have they hurt you in any way?” A knot forms in my throat and I say in verge of tears “Um, yeah I’m okay except for a few bruises and a busted lip” As angry as I am with Captain Lee for betraying the police department I need to urge him to get me out of here. I hear silence from the other end of the call then Captain Lee clears his throat “Look Detective, I’m going to try my absolute best to get you out of there, Detective Bang is also working on this to get you out of there as soon as possible too. Don’t listen to anything these dirt bags tell you either, they’re low life criminals who don’t care about anyone but themselves.” I release the knot in my throat and I begin to sob “Please, Captain just get me out of here please, just give them whatever they want! I need to see my mom and my family, I have a life too! Please!”

San puts his finger over his lips to hush me and takes the phone “So now that I proved to you that she’s alive and not in some trash can in an alleyway are you are more keen on cooperating?” Seonghwa walks over to me and helps me calm down while San is still on the phone and chuckles, turning around giving the 7 guys behind him a thumbs up. Captain Lee probably agreed. “I have eyes in every corner of the city Lee, if you don’t follow the requests I leave for you and decide to go your own route there will be consequences.” he hangs up with a huge smirk on his face. “I have him right where I want him, now we just wait until his fellow investigators find out his dirty little secrets.”

San hands the Phone over to Hongjoong and walks over to me giving me a curt smile “Thanks to you Detective, he’s probably scrambling to find a way to rescue the PD’s female prodigy.” He helps me up and says “Yeosang, do me a favor and take her back to the guest room.” He nods and he quietly walks me back upstairs to the guest room while we walk up the stairs I slip on the fabric of my dress and he grabs my arm “Careful.” I quietly thank him and continue to walk in silence then I suddenly grow the courage to at least try and make small talk, maybe he's nice like Jongho and Seonghwa “You’re really quiet, this is the first time I’ve heard you speak.” He continues to look forward in silence then he answers “There’s no reason for me to speak to a cop.” Nope, I was right this guy is ice cold. There’s no use in trying to talk to these people, they straight up hate my guts. “Okay, I’m sorry”

After a long and awkward walk back to the guest room we arrive, he opens it and shoves me in the room with such a strong force that I fall on the hard marble floor on my knees and I wince in pain from the stinging sensation on my knees. I pull up my dress so that I could see my dress, then I look down at my knees and notice both my knees are scraped. I get up and lay down on the bed letting out a long exhausted sigh. “So much for trying to be nice.” I slowly close my eyes. Sleep, eat, wake up. I wonder how many of these I have left before I end up dead in a ditch.

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