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Champagne Problems // Choi San (06/??)

chapter six— fourth base

pairing(s) ⇢ trainee! San x heiress(fem)reader x CEO! Seonghwa

chapter synopsis ⇢ as that night with seonghwa ended abruptly, you found yourself at the door of San's dorm the next morning, half irritated and half worried. when it turns out he was sick, all your negative thoughts went down the drain. Hongjoong throws a party, and you have to get in the middle of their drunken fists to stop them.

chapter word count ⇢ 6.0k

total word count ⇢ 34.7k and counting

chapter warnings/tags⇢ 18+ minors dni, intense longing like damn I just want them together already I wonder who has control of that or whatever, drinking, sickness but nothing major, if I missed anything let me know!

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When you awoke, you felt like a block of ice, all alone on your king-sized mattress.

Last night, Seonghwa’s presence enveloped you in the ways you desired. Ultimately, it only ended with a bit of risky touches and a tongue in the mouth. You sent him home the minute you felt the feeling of uncertainty, to which he obliged like the gentleman he was.

You let out a sigh, feeling the cool air hit the bare skin of your thigh. Reaching over to grab your phone, you saw a message within a mess of other things.

San, who you thought disregarded your birthday yesterday, sent you a simple message. As you read the words, you felt your heart beat faster, your chest tightening at the idea that he called you over and over again to reach you—and you paid no mind to it. Despite the anger you held for him not speaking to you for a week, that simple text made you jump out of bed and run to his dorm.

Once you got there, mix-matched socks and all, you knocked on the door roughly. Yeosang answered this time, an awkward smile on his face as he took in your rustled appearance. 

“Oh? y/n…” he carried on, offering you a smile. “Here to see San?” 

He must've been able to read the scowl right off your face.

You nodded, and he moved to the side to allow you to enter. You looked over into the living space, seeing Hongjoong and Wooyoung giggling over something—but no san.

“He’s in his room,” Yeo sniffed, shutting the door behind him. “He hasn't left his bed in days.”

All the anger of his ignorance left your body. “Huh? Not even for dance practices and shoots?”

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “He didn't tell you—”

Hongjoong joined in, as the leader he is. “He’s been really sick, so he was given a week off.” His tone was worrisome, and as he saw the concern drip off your face, Hongjoong nodded towards the steps. “He’d probably like your company more than any of us. Maybe you can get him to eat.”

And just like that, as if it were magic, all your irritation went down the drain.

You were unsure of the look on your face. “Oh.” is all you said, and then you turned to go up the stairs to see him. You forgot why you came—it wasn't important now.

When you got to his door, you suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. The reason he was out of touch, the reason he didn't see you on your birthday—all of it made sense. And here you were, blaming him for your selfishness and yearning for his presence.

You went to knock, tapping on the wood softly, but loud enough for him to hear. You stood patiently, afraid to barge in and disrupt his privacy. But when he didn't answer after a few minutes, you decided to push open the door in worry.

“San?” you hummed, stepping into the dark room. The curtains hid the shine of the sun, creating a hideaway for his sickly soul. You saw the top of his head from under the covers, streaks of green and black caressing his pillowcase. He didn't respond to his name, so you tried again as you got closer. “San? Are you alive?” 

You reached the side of his bed, his face hidden as well as his whole body. You sighed loudly, and slowly reached to pull back the covers to see his face. The minute the blanket was gone, you saw the sweat on his brow, the paleness of his skin, and the deep circles under his sleeping eyes. 

“Oh, jeez,” you huffed, staring at him a moment too long. His lips were parted, probably because he was struggling to breathe through his stuffy nose. You quickly made your way across the hall to the bathroom to get a wet towel.

Once you got it, you sprinted back into his cave of a room and sat down on the side of his bed—softly enough to not disturb him. You had absolutely no reason to be doing this, but after giving into seonghwa and getting mad at San for no reason, you felt sorry for him. Here he was, so sick he couldn't eat, and you had the audacity to kiss another man because you were upset about his quietness.

As you pressed the cold cloth to his feverish forehead, you watched his starry eyes flutter open slowly, blinking up at you as you took care of him. You watched his chapped lips curl up ever so slightly, causing your heart to beat out of your chest.

“....Hey,” he mumbled groggily, blinking up at you. He looked so pretty, it made you sick. Well, he was the sick one, but still. “That’s cold.”

You smiled. “It’s supposed to be.”

He stared up at you as you dabbed the sweat off his face. “How was your birthday?”

You gulped, thinking about the fact that you almost slept with seonghwa. It was even harder to admit to yourself that you imagined kissing San while it happened.

You forced a smile. The air was different—unforced. He was himself, without his walls. He was too weak to hold them up. “It was better when I got your text.”

His lips curled up, but flattened a second later. “Liar.”

He couldn't possibly know that you kissed Seonghwa, but would it even matter if he did? There was no real relationship with him, but yet, you felt like you betrayed him.

You ignored his expression and continued to press the cloth to his face. He didn't break his stare from you, his eyes feeling like daggers. 

“So,” you breathed, your bare fingers dancing across his cheek to feel his warmth. You cringed at the temperature, furrowing your eyebrows as you thought about the fact that he was sick for this long. “I heard you haven't eaten.” 

He blinked, and tried to sit up. You didn't stop him, knowing he was going to get up if he wanted to, anyway. He pressed his back up against his headboard, his toned chest covered by a thin tank-top that no way kept him warm enough.

“I haven't been able to eat.” he said honestly, more honest than his drunken self. 

You sighed at his tone, knowing he wasn't hungry. Setting down the cloth, you lifted your gaze to his shining skin. A sliver of sunlight was peeking through the curtain, reflecting onto his shoulder. He was no longer banged and bruised up, but he looked like a kicked puppy with his droopy gaze and his solemn expression.

He tilted his head. “You seem different.”

You frowned, looking down at his lip ring.

You swallowed. “What? How?”

He smirked, barely. “I don't know, I just feel it.”

“Well,” you put a smile on your face to mask your true feelings. “Maybe it's the birthday glow.”

He let out a little chuckle, but coughed not long after. You gave him a worried glance, eyebrows furrowing at his distress. 

“Let me make you something good to eat.” you stated, no room for him to say no. He opened his mouth to speak, but you impulsively pressed your finger to his lips, shushing him. 

The minute you felt the coldness of his lip ring against your finger, your mind wandered to the idea of you pressing your lips to his, feeling it against you, coldly, smoothly. He would pull you right onto his lap, you imagined, and his hands would roam all over your body like he was exploring an uncharted—

“Okay, but in exchange, I have something for you,” he spoke through your hold, interrupting your thoughts that could've—and would’ve—gone south, his weak hand wrapped around your wrist to pull it away slowly. “Let me get it.”

He started to get up, and you were too distracted about your thoughts to stop him. You kept your gaze on him as he pushed himself out of bed, and as he slowly walked over to his closet across the room. You stood up to face him, worried about him—and worried about your thoughts that were definitely not fake like the relationship you were in.

“What is it?” you hummed, staring into the darkness of the room until he turned the closet light on. It was only a small amount of light, but it illuminated San’s figure.

His back was turned to you as he rummaged through his wardrobe. “Something you should've had before.”

You kept quiet as he turned to face you, his eyes sunken in and his skin pale. 

“Here,” he spoke softly, walking over to you with a worried glance. He held out a jewelry box in his hand, his other hand behind his back awkwardly. You tilted your head subconsciously at the small box in his hand, and as you reached for it, your fingers brushed against his.

“What....” you paused as you took hold of it, finally understanding what it was. You opened it, revealing a delicate looking ring, catching the warm light from the closet. You gasped, holding back your emotions from tearing you apart. You felt guilty for getting upset at him—here he was, getting a goddamn ring for you.

“San…” you whispered, standing still in the middle of his dark room. You hesitated on your words, worried that you would say something wrong. This was all so confusing, but something inside you craved for this to be real.

He stood awkwardly. “It was for your birthday, and since your dad was saying you didn't have one, I thought I would make sure you have it now. Even if it’s small and not twenty-four karat like Seonghwa would get you—”

You shut him up by throwing your arms around him, wrapping them tightly around his slim waist. You nuzzled your head into his chest, hearing his heartbeat quicken at your embrace. You let out a sigh as you breathed in his scent, feeling closer to him than you ever felt with anyone. 

“Thank you,” you whispered into him, and as you spoke, his arms slowly wrapped around you to hug you back just as tightly. “It’s beautiful.”

“I know it’s not real—this, us. We’re not real, but,” he sighed, resting his sickly head on top of yours. “You should be able to experience this.”

You pulled away, but still stood in his embrace. The air was thick as you breathed, his expression pulling at your heartstrings. You didn't know what you were feeling, but you were certain that you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to tell him all the things you wanted to experience, and he was involved in every single one of them. All your little champagne problems couldn't hold up to his, but oh, he made everything seem okay.

You looked up into his eyes, lost in their own universe. He captivated you, kept hold of you, so much so that you couldn't see anyone else other than him. 

His eyes were on your lips, his expression finally readable. It brought you back to your words to him in the car not too long ago, telling him that it was only human to feel things. His eyes lingered on you, along with his hands, and as the space between you shrinked, nothing would have stopped him from kissing you if it wasn't for Hongjoong’s loudmouth.

“Guys get down here! We got tteokbokki!”

You pulled away from San quickly, while he stood without moving, his hands desolate without you in them. He watched inaudibly as you slid the ring on your finger, a small smile reaching his chapped lips.

“Are you going to eat?” you asked him, your voice tender, as something between you both shifted once again. 

He nodded. 

“I guess I should.”

—

San sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket hongjoong tossed at him. 

You left around an hour or two ago, leaving San a  perplexed mess with a full stomach. Hongjoong sat next to him, the other boys galavanting on their own elsewhere.

“A ring?” Joong scoffed in disbelief. “You…gave her a ring? You?”

San frowned, sniffling. “What’s that supposed to mean?

“Oh, come on San,” Hongjoong sat up on the couch, pulling his legs into a criss-cross formation. “You barely have a heart. Actually, I'm not sure it even beats, to be honest. A ring? There must be something wrong with your brain.”

“There was a reason.”

“Other than the fact that you like her?”

San raised his eyebrows. “I don’t like her,” he spoke, but his tone was muted. He didn't know what he was feeling, and you definitely had a hold on his barely beating heart. “I can't.” 

“Mhm.” Joong smirked, but signaled San to keep going with his excuse. “Sure, okay. Go on, go on.”

The younger boy let out a sigh. “It’s because of her dad. He mentioned how she didn't have a ring and we’re supposed to be engaged, so for fuck’s sake the girl deserves a ring at least.”

San fiddled with his fingers, picking at the skin around his nails. He thought back to the time in the car after the dinner, how you cried, how you told him it was okay to cry. He knew that, of course, but he couldn't let himself cry. It was a sign of strength if you could let yourself shed a tear in his eyes. Vulnerability was a scary thing.

Hongjoong changed the subject after noticing San’s expression change. “Anyway, I’m gonna have a little get together at my house for our debut.”

San frowned. “When?”

“Soon. But you know how my dad is always butting into my business?” Hongjoong clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at the same time. “He wants to invite all the big shots….” he trailed off, giving San a knowing look that he hoped he would pick up on.

San coughed, his expression confused as he tried to understand what hongjoong was trying to say. “Huh? Big shots….like the company big shots?”

Joong sighed. “Listen, he’s all buddy buddy with Y/N’s dad, the hotel chains, chairmans, and Park Industries and shit. I cant even throw my own party without his snake ass getting involved—”

“Wait—Park Industries?” San widened his eyes. “Park Seonghwa? He’s going to be there?”

“I bet.” Joong smacked his lips. “So will y/n.”

With an aggravated sigh, San suddenly felt healthy again. Like he could move a mountain, actually. “When’s this party?”

“This weekend.”

“I’ll be there, then.” he nodded, making Hongjoong skeptical. He smirked at him, giving him a knowing smile. 

“Ah, I see.” he chuckled, elbowing the sick boy in the stomach lightly. “Gotta protect what’s yours, hm?”

San bit his lip. “She’s not mine.”

That’s it. Hongjoong broke out in a full, gummy smile.  “I never said it was her….looks like you just proved your feelings, buddy.”

With a pat on the shoulder, Hongjoong stood up with that same old smile as he made his way out of the room. Before he left, though, he turned back to face San.

“You ate a real meal for the first time in a week….” he paused, looking into his eyes. 

“She was the only one you listened to.”

—

“Beautiful! Give me something flirty!”

Days after you saw San at the dorm and when he gave you the ring, you were in the middle of a shoot, only thinking about one thing—San.

You posed for the camera, doing a shoot for a perfume commercial. You were freezing, barely clothed as you posed seductively with a male model, his hands on your bare hips and his nose pressed against your neck.

San…

San…San…San…San…San…

Imagining the man as San, you ran your hands down his toned chest, lost in the abyss of your own feelings. It was inescapable at this point—you were now delusional. 

“Wonderful! And cut! That's all we need, thank you guys!”

You stepped away, letting out a sigh of relief as the shoot was over. The other model said his goodbyes and left, leaving you all alone in your own mess. Would it be a crime if you just dated San? Like, for real? Or you know what? Maybe you can just sleep with him once to get this shit out of your system. Yeah. Maybe that would work.

But what if he wants nothing to do with you?

“Fuck.” you hissed at yourself, running your hands through your styled hair. “Get a grip, y/n.”

You left the shoot not long after that, finding yourself back in your home, staring at yourself in the reflection of your bathroom mirror. 

San was going to debut soon. He was getting busier and busier, and that included Hongjoong, too. However, not tonight though, as he was coming over for another “girls'' night. You were in desperate need of it, and you couldn't wait to vent to him about the past week.

And when he arrived, you spared no second on the details.

Quite literally, you started venting the minute he opened the door. 

“I need to be slapped so hard right now.” you groaned as he plopped onto your couch. You sat next to him, facing him and criss-crossing your legs. 

“I’ll do it.” he shrugged, a smirk on that pretty face of his. “Left cheek or right cheek?”

You smirked jokingly. “We are talking about my face right now, right?”

He winked at you. “Oh, sure. Think what you want.” he paused. “But no.”

You slapped his shoulder with a laugh, but got right back into the rant of the season. 

“All jokes aside, I made out with seonghwa and nearly went to fourth base.”

“Pfft, that's hilarious Y/N,” he let out a giggle, but when he saw how serious your expression was, he gasped. “Wait, for real? Fourth base?! Girl, you almost fucked the enemy?”

You groaned. “I mean, he was so nice and looked so pretty and I was sad and San didn't come but that was before I knew he was sick and I got caught up in Seonghwa but the worst part was while I was kissing him I kept on thinking about San and how I wished it was him instead and now I think I’m going insane and can't stop thinking about kissing him and more and more and please for the love of god cant I just sleep with him once or something—”

“You're rambling,” Joong paused you. “Breathe.”

You took a breath, running a hand through your hair. 

“I think I like him.” you threw your head back in agony. “Of all the people it’s him. Either I like him or I just want to fuck the living shit out of him—”

“TMI, please.” he hissed. “And about sleeping with him. He’s a sensitive guy. I wouldn't do anything unless you are sure of his feelings, too.”

“I mean I’m not gonna do anything.” you breathed, telling yourself more than him. “I just need to get over it. but…I mean, we already are using each other. Would it hurt to use each other a little more….that is if I know he wants it too, of course.”

Hongjoong stood up, letting out a yawn as you followed him into the kitchen. “You’re driving me insane and I need alcohol.”

He opened your fridge and pulled out some bottles of soju, and then finally sat his ass down at the table. You grabbed your own bottle, screwing the top off to chug like a maniac.

“Slow down,” he laughed, but like the hypocrite he was, he did the same thing with his own bottle. 

“So sleeping with him is a no go?” you breathed, trying to catch your breath after gulping the liquor. “Should I ignore this feeling?”

Joong let out a little chuckle, sitting down at your dinner table with a sigh. “Listen, Y/N. I can't control your feelings—or his. I’m a hopeless romantic so i’d love to see you two work out but I can't promise you anything.”

Sitting across from him, you set down the bottle, leaving a ring of condensation to mark the mahogany like a scar. “...I'm probably just overwhelmed and confused. I’ll wait it out and let this pass— I’m not the type to get attached to men, anyway.”

You were right—this was odd for you. The feelings, the longing. The way your breath shortens when he touches you, a fraction of a feeling your heart desired but your mind ignored. He was the cause of your distress, your irritation, your despair. 

And the cause of your butterflies, your smiles, and your happiness.

You picked up your bottle, wiping away the scar it left with the sleeve of your shirt. “Anyway, about your party this week. Will San be there?”

Hongjoong swallowed the gulp he took, his face breaking out in a sinister smile. “Oh? That’s funny, San was curious about you going, too.” he leaned back in his chair. “And he seemed super concerned that seonghwa was invited.”

You paused when his name came up. You haven't spoken a word to the man after you kicked him out of your place, almost comically, before he was about to rip your clothes off. You bit your lip awkwardly, trying to imagine San’s words when hongjoong told him about the party.

“He….was concerned about seonghwa going?” you pondered out loud, dragging your nails in a circle along the wood of the table. You drew a few swirls before looking up hesitantly. “Why?”

He shrugged, looking down at your distracting hand. “Don't know. All I know is that he seemed awfully interested that both of you would be there at the same time. Most emotion I've seen from him in ages.”

Your mind jumped back in time, lost in the memory of San. it played over and over, like a broken record, and the feelings came along with it. From his hair, to his heart-wrenching eyes, to his smooth skin, his forced smiles. You craved him like no other—sleeping with him wouldn't solve this problem, but that was how your brain was wired. You didn't know how to love, how to understand the emotion. You were lost in the sea of endless waves, getting hit left and right with the same aches and pains you’ve had your entire life.

You groaned in irritation, running your hands through your hair as hongjoong took another monster gulp from the near-empty bottle. “I think I’m going insane. I don't know who I am. I need to deep clean my brain with a damn mop and drain every fucking thought out.”

Joong snorted, letting out a cough as he inhaled some liquor. 

“That’s what alcohol is for.”

Just like that, a bright idea popped inside your mind. “Wait a damn minute.”

Your best friend blinked. “Huh? What is it?”

You stood up from the chair, unknowingly smiling like a lunatic. “I have an idea.”

He furrowed his brows, eyes searching your expression. “You’re scaring the hell out of me…what’s this grand idea?”

You clapped your hands together like an evil villain of a comic, raising your eyebrows at the boy in front of you. “To see if San is also interested in me. So I can act on this feeling—whatever it is.”

Joong sat there, expressionless. He eventually sighed and stood up to grab another bottle, drinking it as soon as it was opened.

“Well, shit.”

—

It was the night of the party.

You stood in the middle of your bedroom, only in your underwear and a pair of socks. A bunch of dresses, skirts, and an array of pants covered the duvet, some sparkling and some dull. You knew your father’s minions might be around to spy, given that the party was basically arranged by Hongjoong’s dad rather than himself. 

In your world, they controlled everything, as if the offspring had no right to live their own way. You had control over your appearance, at least—that meant you needed to look so disapproving that it would spark a flame you couldn't burn out.

You picked the silky dress you wore the day you met San, hoping to grasp his memory. It caressed your body in the way you wished his hands would, an ache you couldn't quite understand yourself. You needed to experiment in order to find out.

Sliding on your heels, you grabbed your bag and a bottle of soju to pregame in the cab.

All eyes were on you.

You arrived at the party, half tipsy and half scheming. People you didn't recognize infiltrated your vision, seeing smiles that had no meaning. You smiled back, pushing past the strangers to get to Hongjoong, who was sitting on his balcony, waiting for you.

“Fashionably late, as always.” he spoke disjointedly, lips curled up in a grin. “Is your plan still on?”

You motioned to your outfit, glitter sprinkled all over your eyes. Your lips shined, begging to be kissed. “Don't I look the part?” you walked over towards him, leaning back against the railing as his eyes raked your entire body.

“Oh, you do. Really.” he nodded, smirking. “Almost got me on your hook.”

You scoffed. “What a tease.” looking through the glass doors, you scanned the crowd for any signs of the two men that were involved in your plan. “Seonghwa here? San?”

“Seonghwa, yes. San, not yet.” he picked up the beer can that was sitting at his feet, bringing it up to his lips. “But don't worry, he’ll come. It’s a party for us, anyway.”

You looked down at your feet, happy that the air was warming up as summer approached. “He’s not the party type, though.”

“Don't worry, he’s coming,”

You nodded, signaling to his beer to change the subject briefly. “Is that all you got? I hate that kind.”

He shook his head with a smirk. “No, no. I got your favorite kind in the fridge, of course.”

Pushing off the railing, you gave Joong a tipsy salute as you moved towards the glass doors. “Ah, and remember the plan, K?”

“Aye aye, captain,” he rolled his eyes playfully, and you made your way back into the party, desperate for some chaos as per usual.

Like fate, you bumped into Seonghwa after a few beers. Your vision was hazy, your intentions sinister as you saw that pretty face of his.

“There you are,” his smooth voice rumbled through your soul, nearly making you shiver. “I was looking for you…”

His hands met your hips, his eyes on yours like glue. Your heart was set on getting a reaction out of him, but since San was nowhere in sight yet, there was no point of getting flirty. “Hi, Seonghwa.”

The tall man frowned, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Aren't we going to talk about the other night…” as he spoke, you felt the warmth of his breath hit your cheeks, unable to pull away from his hold. His hand trailed down your spine, ever so gently. You met his gaze, feeling vulnerable under the tension. Once again, that desire came about—that you wished it was San standing here, feeling you up, looking at you like he wanted you for years and years. “....Did you tell your boyfriend?”

He tilted your chin up, your lips an inch apart. This was part of your plan, but it happened too soon—and you were too drunk to deny his advances. It felt too good to be touched, even if it wasn't the right person.

“Tell him what?” a raspy voice muttered from your left, and you looked over like a deer in headlights.

San stood stoically, his eyes focused on the way Seonghwa had his hands on you. 

His eyes grew darker.

You blinked at him, all of a sudden unsure about your plans. The look in his eyes was like no other—you wondered if it was an act like your relationship was. Still, that was a nearly impossible look to fake.

“So you didn't tell him.” Seonghwa huffed with a smirk, his hands resting at your hips. San’s eyes followed along, eyes narrowing even more before meeting yours skeptically.

“Y/N….” San hummed, desperately looking for the answer. This wasn't acting, no, it couldn't be. It was too real, too serious, too raw. “What is he talking about? Tell me what?”

You paused as you looked at the desperate boy in front of you. “I….” you stopped yourself, unable to come clean. “Let’s talk in private, okay?” you raised your eyebrows at him, trying to signal that he can tone back the acting a little bit. When he didn't budge, you knew it in your heart that he just proved what you wanted to see.

San shook his head, moving his attention from you to the man that was holding you. He nodded towards seonghwa. “You. you tell me. And for fucks sake would you let go of my girlfriend?”

Your chest tightened.

Seonghwa smiled, his hands still on you like you were his property. “Oh? You really want to know?” the millionaire looked around, making sure no one was actively listening to your conversation. He didn't want any backlash on you. “The real question is where were you on her birthday? I was there. Oh, I was more than there, right, y/n?”

San frowned, his usual stoic expression turned to indifference. “You…were with her then?”

“I’m not sure how much you want to hear….out here,” Seonghwa was smirking the entire time, like was proud of your vulnerable state on a day you only wanted to see San. 

“Tell me it all, asshole.” San sniffed, and you tried to push away from Hwa to check on him. Was he still sick? 

“San—”

“We don't have to name call, now.” Seonghwa let go of you, but not after a sensual stroke of the arm. “I’m just speaking the truth, ain't that right, y/n?”

The look on San’s face made you rethink all your actions. You’ve never seen such an emotion on that face of his, and it didn't quite scare you—rather it gave you hope that his feelings weren't just fake or forced. 

You moved towards him, gripping onto his arm with a confused glance. “San, come on, let’s just go.”

He pulled out of your grip, a death glare directed at Seonghwa. “Not until that dickhead tells me what he did.”

You moved your attention to seonghwa, who was laughing devilishly, but worry was plastered behind his gaze. “I almost did y/n, that's what. The night you were MIA.” he licked his lips. “I’m sure you get to kiss her all the time, but oh, were her lips sweet as hell. Tasted so good, better than anyone else—”

“Shut the fuck up—” you hissed, but were interrupted by San.

“I’m gonna beat your ass, Park—” he pushed forward, gripping the taller boy by the collar. Your eyes widened at his display of emotion, knowing this was the most of anything that you’ve seen from the normally gentile San. his words could be sharp, but he never fought—this time, he initiated it.

“Admit your mistake,” Hwa spoke as San held him with gritted teeth. He nodded towards you, smiling like the devil. “And she’s going to marry me eventually anyway. Might as well give up now.”

You watched the fire light up in San’s dark brown eyes, changing everything you planned out for the night. You swallowed hard, drowning in confusion as San brought his fist to Seonghwa’s cheek.

“San oh my god—” you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him off the other boy. He knocked the taller boy onto the floor, slamming his fist against his face once again. Seonghwa fought back, hitting San hard against his eye.

“Stop it!” you cried out, throwing yourself into the middle of it, pulling San off of Hwa with all the strength you could muster. “Fuck,” you muttered, meeting the intense gaze from San’s sparkling eyes. He was breathing heavily, sitting on the floor with blood dripping down his cheek. A cut from a ring, you believed. 

Seonghwa smiled through the pain, his face also painted in bruises. You gave him a worried glance, helping him stand before going to San. 

And when you got to San, you saw the droopiness of his gaze, the way his eyes lingered on you as you moved to help him up off the ground. 

He spit at Seonghwa’s feet, a grimace covering his gentle nature. 

You sighed, totally disregarding the amount of people watching. You grabbed onto San’s arm tightly, giving one last glance to the man you were meant to marry.

“Let’s go,” you tugged on San, pulling him out of the place with silence, Hongjoong watching from the sidelines. You took in a sharp breath as you were out in the fresh air, feeling the coolness of the spring air hit you.

You stopped at the bus stop, letting go of San angrily, knowing said anger wasn't idealistic. You had nothing to be mad about—in fact, you were just overwhelmed with his reaction. 

You calmed down after a moment, looking at the injury that dawned that delicate face of his.

His cheek was cut, still bleeding a little. His eye was shadowed, and was most definitely going to bruise over by the morning. His debut was less than a week away—he didn't have time to get battered up once again.

This time, though, he was the one that started it….

You stepped closer to him, his breath shaky and his eyes unsteady. They moved from the ground to yours in a moment, and he let out a stuttered breath. “Why?” he whispered, looking down at you.

You searched his eyes, trying to decode his exposition. You were sobered up from the antics, but he still looked inebriated—glossy eyes and parted lips.

“You’re hurt,” you breathed, reaching out to grab his hand. “Let’s go back to mine.”

Before you got to him, he pulled away sharply, baring his teeth. “Why?”

“Why what?” you tossed your hands up in the air exasperatedly. “Why did I kiss him? Why did I have a moment of weakness? Huh? Is that what you want to know? Is it a crime that all I wanted was to see you, and he was the one who showed up?”

Your chest heaved, your heart upon your sleeve as he just stared back at you. Breathing in, you watched how his hands twitched to reach out to you, how anger and irritation and acceptance danced across his features.

“Lets just….” you sighed, gripping his hand without him pulling away. He looked down at your touch, eyebrows furrowed. “Just come home with me, San.”

You began to walk away, but he stood still—unmoving. You paused, turning back to look at him. 

“I…please stop,” he sucked in a breath, his words slightly slurred. He didn't drop your hand, though. Instead, he squeezed it like he never wanted to lose you. “I….I might misunderstand.”

You frowned, looking down at your touching hands. “Misunderstand what?”

He took a second to respond, looking into your eyes as if he never did before. “You, Everything. If you keep touching me—fuck, even if you…if you look at me like that I….” he swallowed, “I might misunderstand you.”

As if it were a confession, your heartbeat quickened and your chest began to ache. Never has anyone made you feel the way he does, and it doesn't help that he’d drunk out of his mind, angry from seonghwa, and all beat up that it made you want to hug him and take care of him. You weren't sure what he meant by misunderstanding, but you had a feeling it was his way of opening up—even if it wasn't ideal, it was a moment that was rare. He would go right back to the unemotional San the minute he would get sober, so it was time to enjoy the truthful time you so desperately wanted.

“Come home with me,” you gulped, biting your lip before you said something stupid. “Let’s clean you up.”

His eyes were prettier than the stars as you stood underneath them, your hands intertwined, and your feelings tangled more than ever. He let out a shaky breath before he answered you—an answer for more than one question.

“Okay.”

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[yunwooz]

woosanhwa are comedians first, idols second

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[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to the other members not liking their s/o (part 2)

❦ Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K7.

❦ Requested: Omg yes lol, thank you! 🦋

❦ A/N Note: ⚠️Since I took an eternity to post it, I advice to read the first part again (or for the first time)! Thank you for liking the 1st one tho! hehe

HONGJOONG

It's been 3 weeks since your altercation with the boys. You didn't talk to your boyfriend yet and he was really sad. He was trying to call you every day at least once, but your phone rang one time and the voicemail welcomed him. You were the only one he wanted to talk with right now. And he wanted to fix this situation as well. "Hyung, do you want to play with-" started San, handing the console remote to him. Still angry at them, he didn't bother to glance or reply neither. He just slammed the door's room loudly. "Us." Finished San. "He's still mad." Declared Yeosang. "Congrats Genius. You found this deduction by yourself?" Asked San, ironically. Yeosang ignored his comment and took his phone. "Where's Y/N working already?" "I don't know. In a café or something." "Where?" "Itaewon." "Okay then put some pants on." "What? Why?" "Wow Sherlock." Replied Yeosang in the same tone San used later. "We are going to apologize to her. Hongjoong was obviously happier with her." "And he didn't have this serial killer look." "Let's go." Claimed Yeosang.

The 2 boys entered at least 16 cafés to find where you were working. They were about to give up when San spotted you, cleaning a table under the terrace. "Y/N! Y/N!" Yelled San, running crazily. You thought that you were dreaming when you saw these 2. It almost felt unreal since they never gave you attention. "What is happening? Are you guys, okay?" "We are really sorry Y/N." They both bowed respectfully. "We had wrong assumptions about you. We are really ashamed of ourselves." Continued Yeosang. "You were not taking advantage of Hongjoong Hyung. But in fact, you made him happier." You felt bad to know that your boyfriend was sad because of this situation. "It's okay..." you smiled nervously. "I guess that you wanted to protect him." Yeosang and San nodded. They were really sorry. "Lift your head boys. We are fine now." "There's a last person you need to be fine with." Added Yeosang. San and you stared at him weirdly. He pointed at the other side of the street, where Hongjoong was smiling at the warming scene. San, completely unaware of this plan, whispered to Yeosang: "how did you planned this? And when?" "You know how long you take to put a pant on?" "Are you a genius?" "Why are you surprised?" Replied Yeosang. While they were talking about their strategy, you asked your manager, 15 minutes break and ran to your boyfriend. His arms were open, waiting for you. "Mission accomplished." Declared San happily. "Congrats Partner."

SEONGHWA

Just when the rest of the group entered the room, Seonghwa was waiting for them with a wide smile. "What is going on? And why are you smiling like that?" Asked Wooyoung. "Yeah. It's scary." Whispered San. "Well boys..." he started. "We have a guest tonight." "A guest? Your mom?" Hongjoong freaked out a bit. Judging that it was the best moment to appear, you came out of the kitchen, an awkward smile on your face. "Hello." You waved nervously. You saw all of their faces darkened at the moment they saw you. "What is she doing here Hyung?" Asked Jongho. "She came here to talk and to arrange the situation." Replied Seonghwa. "But who said that we wanted to talk to her?" Sighed Mingi. "Guys." You tried to interpose, but Seonghwa stopped you. "Let's talk comfortably in the kitchen." He smiled. Even if the boys were reticent, they walked one by one to the kitchen. All of them, taking an empty seat, except San who decided to seat on the counter. Seonghwa and you sat at the end of the table like 2 serial killers waiting for the justice. "I wanted to know why you hate Y/N so much." Started Seonghwa. "I'm sorry if I did something bad." You apologized. "But I would appreciate if you were honest with me instead of being so cold." "How are we supposed to act with you when we know you are just taking advantage of him?" Asked Hongjoong. Seonghwa raised a brow, "taking advantage of me?" "Yeah. She appeared right when we were rising in the charts and stuff like that." You stared at Seonghwa, who was still looking at you. You both busted in laughter. "They thought you were the one asking me out." Laughed Seonghwa. All the boys were confused. "I was the one insisting to date her. I was practically stalking her." "Creep." You whispered. "She had like no interest in me." "Yeah. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Rien. Nieten. Que Tchi. Walou.*" You added. "Hey." "Sorry." "So, you are telling us that we were wrong since-" "The beginning." "She was my prey. And I was the hunter." Smirked your boyfriend. "Seems like we had a misunderstood." Admitted Hongjoong. "Yeah. Seems like." "Can you be friendly with Y/N now?" They all nodded and apologized once again. "Cool! Now should we goo at the restaurant?" "Heck yeah! I could eat a whole bear!" Claimed Yunho. "Babe, do you want to come?" "Yeah sure." You finally accepted, not scared anymore to ruin the mood.

*Nada, Rien, Nieten, Que tchi, Walou: expression to say “nothing” in severals languages.

YUNHO

Your boyfriend was feeling down. He was working for his first k-dramas. he should be happy and in a good mood. But instead, he was simply acting well in front of the cameras and was almost depressed backstage. It wasn't right and you didn't like this at all. The rest of the members were trying to talk to him. In vain, he was simply ignoring them or spending most of the time at your apartment. This behavior would not help to solve this situation. Removing all of your bad thoughts, you planned a quick visit to the other members; especially Mingi and Wooyoung. ["What are you doing today babe?"] You sent a text to your boyfriend, praying that his schedule hasn't changed. ["I'm filming. My break is over in 10 minutes :(. Do you miss me?"] He replied. ["Always haha. Have fun filming too."] Now that you were sure that Yunho won't interfere in your plan, you paid your taxi and get straight to the building. You decided to use the stairs so you wouldn't have more time to think of a strategy. Just right when you entered the hallway, Wooyoung and Mingi were closing the door. For a quick second, the thought of running away settled in your mind. But Yunho's health and spirit were the most important things right now. "Hi." You greeted them. "Hello?" Started Mingi. "Yunho isn't there, he's-" "I came to talk with both of you actually." You said. "Yunho explained what happened 2 weeks ago." "Yeah sure." Growled Wooyoung. "I think it would be easier for us to get along if you tell me what is going on. What did I do wrong?" You asked. "We know you with another guy." Declared Mingi. "And you seemed close enough to hug for at least 2 long minutes." "Listen Y/N, we just don't want Yunho to suffer so we didn't tell him yet that you were seeing someone else." "Are you talking about this tall guy, with a lot of tattoos?" You raised a brow. They both nodded, reminding exactly every detail. "That's my cousin. He moved in Mexico. For his work. So yeah." You sighed. "I hug my family." Wooyoung and Mingi were looking at you dumbly. "Well... what a useless situation." You admitted. Wooyoung ran his hand through his hair and stepped forward you. "I guess you deserve apologies." "Instead of this, can we make a deal?" You offered. "Sure." "Let's get along." You handed both of your hands to each of them." "Deal." Mingi shook your hand, quickly followed by Wooyoung. Before leaving, you asked one last thing.

["Guess who's going to have a dinner with us tomorrow?"] Yunho instantly called you, wondering how you managed to take a selfie with his friends. ["I'm so happy that I could combust right now! How you managed to do this!"] ["Anything for my man!"]

YEOSANG

"Yeosang wait!" You followed him in the hallway. "I want to be alone for now." He replied, opening an empty backstage room. "But you just can't run away like that!" You held his wrist. "Y/N." "We can fix this. Or just at least try to live without them hating me." "I do not think they are ready to do that." Yeosang gently pushed your hand and entered the dark room. Before you could say anything else, he slammed the door in front of you. A quick and loud noise made you realize that he locked the door. Knowing that being loud or begging your boyfriend to open wouldn't help, you decided to fix the problem by yourself. "Okay! If you prefer to stay here and hide, then FINE! I'll handle it!" You gave a quick kick on the door and walked back on your previous step. "What a baby..." Without knocking, you opened ATEEZ' backstage room. They were all gathered around Hongjoong, probably claiming how much they hate you. "I have many things to say guys." You started. "And one by one." They were all looking at you as an alien who just came from another planet. "I'll start by you Kim Hongjoong! As a leader, you should be comprehensive and try to fix things which could hurt any members!" "Y-Y/N." "And you Park Seonghwa! Yeosang told me that you were the nicest here, but I only saw a rude and cold guy! I'm really disappointed." "Please-" "Yunho and Mingi." You sighed, putting your hands over your hips. "You were the first one who were nice with me. But something made you change your mind and you both kept hurting my feeling. Especially when you leave every room I enter." You said angrily. Both of them bent their head, feeling guilty. "Oh, and this trio!" You pointed at San, Wooyoung and Jongho. "I would appreciate if you could stop looking at me like you are looking at a trash. Surprise! It hurts my feelings too! Because YEAH! I have feelings!" You almost screamed. "So, tell me NOW, why you hate me so DAMN MUCH?!" A long silence settled after your monologue. The boys were looking at each other, waiting for one to talk. Hongjoong as a good leader, stepped forward. "We are sorry Y/N." They all bowed to you. You had no idea that your words would affect them that much. "Ah... Huh-Okay." You scratched your arm. "After Yeosang quick departure, we talked a bit about our behavior, and we concluded that we have zero reason to dislike you." Explained Hongjoong. "Let's trying to get along." Said Hongjoong. "For Yeosang." You accepted. "It might be hard for us because you were really not into our heart." Added Seonghwa. "Yeah, don't worry y'all made it clear." "But if you are important to Yeosang, then you are important for us." He said, smiling warmly. "Thank you. I truly appreciate that." You bowed back politely. "Now we just need to get Yeosang out of the room."

SAN

Seongwa entered the kitchen. He was surprised to see San and Wooyoung actually sitting at the same table. San was eating his cereal and Wooyoung was scrolling on his phone. It almost felt like a random and good day. Until Seonghwa asked: "You are finally getting along again? It's a good thing!" San sighed, "why should I get alone with this guy?" "Oh no..." "Just ignore me like you used to do. I'm fine with it." Said Wooyoung, rolling his eyes. "Okay, I should have stayed quiet." Whispered Seonghwa. "Exactly like him. He should have shut his mouth." Replied San, leaving the room, bowl in his hand. "I said that to help you!" He shouted. "Jung Wooyoung." Called Seonghwa seriously. "You should fix it." "Me? Why? It's him which was dating this girl! And you weren't liking her too, right?" "Yeah, but have you seen San these days? He's barely smiling or talking to us." He replied. "You need to fix this. And today." "Today?! Hyung! Come on." Growled Wooyooung. "Not my problem." Honestly, this task wasn't helping Wooyoung to like you, but he needed to do or at least try something for his friend.

That's why, now, he was waiting at the restaurant next to your college. You said that you would show up, but he wasn't sure about that. Until, you sat, in front of him. "Hello?" He greeted you. "Hi." "Okay... I'll be totally sincere and straightforward with you." "As you always do." Wooyoung was surprised by your attitude. But in a good way. "I don't like you because I'm pretty sure you take advantage of my friend." You sneered. "How many times do I need to tell you that I don't give- that I don't care about his career." "What if he was an employee or a technician?" Asked Wooyoung. "Do you date people for their image? I'm not like that. I don't date him because he's an idol. I just love him. For his personality, his kindness. Everything that made San, our San." "You love him?" Said Wooyoung, surprised. "Yeah, of course I do." I thought it wasn't serious at all yet." "Well maybe if you tried to talk more and sooner with him or me, you'll know." "If you us to get along, you should be nicer." "And you, less rude." Wooyoung rubbed his forehead. You were stubborn as him. "How can we get along?" "Are you free right now?" "Huh, yeah?" "Cool. Let's hanging out without beating each other." You offered. "A-Are you sure it's a good idea?" He asked, not convinced. "Well, San, always says that people get closer around-" "A good meal." Finished Wooyoung. "Cool then let me call the waiter." You paused. "But you pay." "Argh... this woman." Sighed Wooyoung.

MINGI

Hongjoong sighed when he saw Mingi, eyes glued on his phone. It's been 2 weeks and still no sign of you. You declined all of his calls, ignored his messages even on social media and obviously you were not sleeping in your apartment anymore. "Mingi, your view is going to be terrible if you don't leave this damn phone." Scolded Hongjoong. The tall boy gave him a dark look. "My view would be fine if you've learned Y/N better. Instead of judging her." Seonghwa growled next do the leader. "Here we go again." Mingi rolled his eyes, still pissed by this behavior. "Yeah, here we go again." He repeated. "It will be like that until Y/N accept to talk to me again. Or just listen to me." "Why does it matter so much?" Asked Seonghwa. "Because she's the one. Why? I don't know. I just feel it. She's the only one I need." Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged a quick, guilty glance. "Y'all decided that she wasn't made for me because of a stupid "instinct". Mingi air quoted. "We are trying to help you. We know how sensitive you are." Declared Hongjoong. "Then why do you need to put me in this situation? You are the only ones who are hurting me right now." He finished, plopping angrily on the sofa. The 2 boys remained quiet for a second, looking at each other. Finally, Seonghwa asked: "Okay so how can we help you?" Mingi smirked, when he finally heard those magical worlds. It was exactly what he wanted since these past weeks. "Okay call everyone here." He ordered.

You were sadly applying your night cream on your face. Since your break-up with Mingi, your skin decided to be terrible dry and itchy. You were the worst. Tired of this situation, you buried your face on your arms. You shivered a little when your forehead touched the cold surface. "It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby I think I wanna marry you!"* You didn't need to hear it twice to recognize Mingi's voice. Not believing that he did something like this, you rushed to the window. At your big surprise, he wasn't alone. The other members were there too: Hongjoong was holding the phone and speaker, while the rest of the group was holding a sheet of paper saying, "Can you forgive us?" But Yeosang was holding the quote mark in the wrong side. "Song Mingi! Are you crazy!" "Crazy of you!" The members gagged behind him. "We all want to apologize for treating you this way." Claimed Yunho, louder than the music. You were affected by this effort. They all realized that you were not a bad person. "If you accept our apologies than come here so we can have a discussion." Declared Seonghwa, speaking for the whole group. "Got it, I'm coming. Do y'all need snacks?" They all yelled and shouted an incredible about of snacks' brands in only few seconds. Mingi winked at you. Your kindness got them. And food too.

*Song reference: Marry You by Bruno Mars.

WOOYOUNG

Your roommate entered the library again. She couldn't help but to let out a quick sigh when she saw you: your head buried behind a ton of books, which didn't seem interesting. "You didn't move since I left this morning." She sat in front of you. "I need to pass this exam." "You could have at least answered to your phone. I wanted to have a lunch with you." "I forgot my phone." You shrugged. "Did you really forget your phone?" She raised a brow. "Or you made sure to let it on your bed? To avoid texting Wooyoung?" "Study is the only thing that keep me away from my problems." You sighed. "You should confront your problems." Advised your roommate. "I can't. Nobody can force someone to like them." "It's not true. You can do it." She replied. "Meg...." you rubbed your nose. "Even if I want to. I can't." Your roommate opened her mouth to prove you the opposite, but finally she decided to stay quiet and open her books instead. This silence lasted only 30 minutes before someone tapped your shoulders. "Ye- Yunho?!" You freaked out. "Hi." He scratched his head, embarrassed. "Is everything okay? Wooyoung is sick? And how did you manage to find me?" "I'll let you talk in peace. I have my science lesson anyway." Said Megan, burying her books in her bag, before leaving." "See you later Y/N." "Is everything okay?" You repeated. "Yeah, don't worry. Wooyoung is fine." You sighed in relief. "Fine but sad though. He's missing you." "I do too but... I don't want to interfere with his career. I got it. It's important for you and the rest of the members as well." You claimed, sadly. "It is. But we only thought about the group and our success." He added. "It's a complete selfish behavior." "It's okay." You smiled nervously. "You wanted the best for the group." "I can understand if you don't want to forgive us, but we are truly sorry." "For Wooyoung, we should try to get along. And to find the right way to move on." Yunho nodded, happy that you didn't plan a revenge. "So... you are the one who decided to come here? So brave." "Hm... honestly, we are all here except Wooyoung. But I'm the only one who succeeded to jump the gate. "W-Who what?" "If you hear security guard running here than we should run too." "The heck-"

JONGHO

"I can't believe we hide ourselves for 3 hours now." You complained, shoving your hand in a pack of candies. "What do you want to do? Confront them?" You raised a brow, "yeah! We should." "Come on Y/N, we don't even know why they don't like you." "That's why we should open the door, enter the living-room and ask all of them." Jongho sighed, "Y/N." "Jongho." A long eye-contact battle started between both of you. The one who is going to blink will be the winner. "I won't give up." You said. "And I won't give up too." Your eyes started to feel dry and itchy when a loud knock resonated in the whole room. "Jongho, Y/N. Come in the living room please." Requested Yunho." Jongho got out of the bed the first one, you simply followed him. The room was just next to the living-room, but it felt so long at the same time. Your boyfriend gulped and your hands became moist. "We are coming Hyung." Jongho got out of the bed the first one, you simply followed him. The room was just next to the living-room, but it felt so long at the same time. "Why do you want to talk about?" Asked Hongjoong, sitting next to the coffee table. "You asked if we had a particular hate toward Y/N." Replied San. "And yeah, a bit." "At least that's straightforward." You whispered. "Can I know why?" "Well, you made Jongho cry just after 5 days of relationship." The maknae facepalmed and blushed at the same time. "I what? You cried?!" You looked at your boyfriend shocked. "Yeah... it was our first argument. You were really really really mad, and I was so nervous! I was having a mental breakdown and it just happened." He explained. "Only 5 days of relationship." Repeated Yeosang. "So how he would be after 2 years? Depressed?" "Argh no! Of course not. And that's not my intention." You tried to justify yourself. "And an argument is normal for a couple..." "Even after 5 days?" "Seonghwa Hyung..." whispered Jongho. "Yes, it is!" You raised your voice. "You'll understand when you'll get someone in your life." "Y/N." Called Jongho. "I really like Jongho. I don't want to hurt him." You started. "Yes, we have arguments, yes, we cry, yes we ghost each other for few hours or even days. BUT! We will always be going through it." You held Jongho's hand in yours. "Right?" He nodded, completely agreeing with you. "So... I know y'all won’t change your mind instantly, but I'm ready to wait that you give me a chance." You stood up. "here are you going?" Asked Jongho. "Going back home. Maybe you should have a talk with them. "Yeah. We need to gather and explain this situation." Acquiesced Jongho. "See." You winked. "I'll come back tomorrow don't worry." "Okay then." "Thank you for having a talk with us." You thanked the boys. "I really hope you can see me as someone who only wants Jongho's happiness." "We do." Smiled Wooyoung.

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[chaseatinydream]

sleazy seonghwa who sneezes (i) || p.sh (atz)

➳ pairing: reader x park seonghwa (ateez)

➳ word count: 7146

➳ genre: badboy au; fluff

➳ synopsis: by the intervention of fate (namely Choi San), you see a different side to the school’s resident bad boy that you weren’t aware existed.

>>>

Park Seonghwa is, decidedly, what most of the school population would call a bad boy.

With his jet black lip piercing and dyed blonde hair that is clearly in rebellion against every dress code in school, he’s exactly the sort of boy your parents warn you against. The black leather jacket he wears in place of his uniform tie and blazer doesn’t really help his image at all, and you’re sure you’ve seen him step into school at precisely twelve in the afternoon from the window of your classroom, long after lessons have started.

You’ve known Seonghwa for a long time, since elementary school, back in the days when his hair was still its natural shade of soft ebony and his lips curved up in a soft smile instead of the thin, sharp line it does now. With silent eyes you’ve observed him over the years, watching as the death of his mother struck him as hard as a speeding car and doing a million times the damage, witnessing his transformation from the boy with the cute, candy like smile to the young man with hard, cold eyes and even steelier fists.

A few years, your heart broke for him as you watched him turn away from the light and walk into the shadows without a backwards glance, casting his life away into a hopeless abyss. But as time passed, the memory of that young, lost boy reaching out for his mother’s hand faded, replaced by bruised and bleeding knuckles, split lips and cold eyes.

You had stopped keeping track of how many piercings he’d gotten when you couldn’t count them on your fingers anymore.

Students whisper about him behind closed doors every time he passes them in the corridor, citing unknown sources and rumours about smoking, gang fights, drugs, the usual deal. Girls chatter mindlessly about his good looks, he’s strikingly handsome, you have to admit, but his arctic gaze is enough to keep them at least five feet away. No one dares to cross him, not even the teachers and school authority, and honestly, it’s a miracle he’s still even in this school.

He’s part of a circle of friends the school calls ATEEZ. Their leader, Kim Hongjoong, has kept his mullet for the last three years of high school, completely ignoring the repeated warnings that the school gives him, because who dares to touch him anyway as the eldest son of one of the richest men in Korea? Some you know by face, some by name, but you’ve never met, much less talked to any of them before. Instead, you keep your distance, not wanting to be mixed up in their troubles when they come roaring into school with jet black motorbikes, smirks and bruised fists.

It’s been exactly six years since Seonghwa’s mother passed, and you’re walking to school in the morning. Your earbuds are plugged in, the radio’s on and you’re just listening mindlessly to anything that comes over the station, scrolling through your Instagram feed. Oh. San is considering adopting his third stray cat, the ‘vote yes or no’ option beneath his story.

You click ‘no’, your best friend already has two stray cats and a Shiba Inu in his house, and Shiber is terrified of the felines. It’s a miracle how Shiber even got used to Darong and Puchi, but you doubt that he’ll get used to yet another stray invading his personal territory.

Turning and entering the back gate, you’re stepping across the grounds to your classroom block when your phone suddenly pings with a flurry notifications.

It can only be one person.

[Green Mountain] how could u not let me adopt yobu hes gonna be so sad u know TT

[Green Mountain] retribution on you and your kids and your grandkids and your great grandkids

[Green Mountain] why are we even friends

You roll your eyes, feet crunching on the dry leaves under the soles of your shoes as you type out a reply.

[You] What’s the point of asking for my opinion if you’ve already named him and adopted him San

You’re nearing the back of the school building when you hear a sniffing sound. You pause in your tracks for a moment, wondering if someone is crying from the stress of the exams that are coming in a week, before a soft achoo reaches your ears.

You barely have time to be surprised before the little sneeze is followed by a rapid series of more, each sounding more adorable to your ears than the ones before. There’s another sniffle and a sneeze, and you can’t help your lips curving up in a smile. Perhaps spending too much time around San has made you soft, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

You fish out a handkerchief from your pocket, since it’s the first day of the week, you haven’t used it yet. The person behind the noise must have gotten a cold from the chilly autumn weather, so you think they might appreciate the gesture. Stepping up the stairs to your classroom block, you turn the corner around the building with your handkerchief outstretched and a gentle smile already in place.

“Hey, I heard you were sneezing so I thought you might want this...” Your voice trails off as your eyes widen, seeing the infamous Park Seonghwa leaning against the wall, hand over his mouth and nose, your own shock mirrored on his face.

For a moment, the two of you simply stare at each other in stunned silence.

You’ve always admired him in the same way people appreciate statues in art museums, from afar, studying each and every feature but never quite understanding the full story behind the carved jawline, the sculpted nose, the mysterious dark eyes. But this is the first time you’re seeing him up close in the dappled morning rays, someone so far away and untouchable, and you see the flaws that mar what you had once thought was near perfect skin, a bruise at the corner of his mouth, a scrape on his cheekbone, the white scar across his left eyebrow.

His handsome features pinch into a wary scowl when he sees you, straightening up his originally relaxed position against the wall. You’re a little intimidated by his height as he towers over you by at least a head, giving you a dark glare. “Get out of my sight. I don’t need your help-” The words are cut off by a massive sneeze that sends him burying his face in his hands, before he starts hacking furiously, alternating between adorable sneezes and baby-like coughs.

A snort escapes you before you can stop it and he actually pauses to give you a murderous look, right before he goes back to sneezing.

Oh my god, you think in your panic induced haze, he’s going to kill you to stop rumours of his childlike sneeze from spreading around the school.

You fight down the urge to laugh in this terrifying situation, instead focusing on the predicament you’re in. You’re trapped between a rock and a hard place, right before a person with one of the most feared and sordid reputations in the entire school. Give him the handkerchief and risk his anger, or leave without lending him a hand and still perhaps bring his wrath down upon you?

In the end, you simply do what you had set out to do in the first place.

“Here!” You practically shout in his face, trying to muster as much courage as possible so your voice doesn’t tremble, but it betrays you anyway in spite of your efforts. Thrusting the white handkerchief into his hands, you do some sort of awkward bow before the idea can run through your mind fully and your face turns tomato red in embarrassment. “I hope you get better soon!”

And then you spin on your heel and dash into the classroom block before you can die from shame of it all.

“Hey, wait-” Seonghwa calls after you, but you’re already gone, leaving nothing but your white handkerchief in his hand.

“You’re late today.” San remarks in a surprised voice when you slide into the seat next to his, panting for air from your little dash to class.

“I was lending someone a handkerchief. And you’re early.” You turn to the window, making a big show of searching the sky. “I don’t see any pigs, falling or flying… so I must be dreaming.”

“Well, I had to come early to school so my chauffeur could fetch Yobu back to the mansion for me.” Your best friend remarks with a shrug, and a silly, goofy smile crosses his face for a moment at the thought of the adorable one eared ragdoll cat. “I couldn’t leave him waiting here in the cold.”

“I swear the reason all these cats relate so much to you is because of this.” You tug at the thick leather choker resting against his throat, fingers brushing the cool metal of the round, silver studs on it. “If we just add a bell to this, you might as well be an actual cat, Sanie.”

Your best friend merely grins, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you expectantly. “And I suppose that’s…?”

Laughing, you pull a small cardboard box from your school bag, opening it and presenting it to San proudly. It’s a small silver bell, one that reminds you of one on a cat’s collar. The moment you had laid eyes on it at the mall, you had known it would be perfect for him. You gesture for his arm and he stretches it out to you with an amused smile on his face, your fingers fiddling with the friendship bracelet on his wrist. Undoing the clasp, you slide the silver piece onto the bracelet with nimble fingers where it rests next to the Siamese cat charm, the bell making a soft jingling sound.

“Ooh, pretty!” San inspects it with shining eyes, smiling broadly at you. He then takes out his own box, a red jewelry affair with the name of some expensive brand stamped on the lid in bright silver. Your breath catches in your throat as you catch a glimpse of it, the box is probably worth more than the entire charm you bought San.

“Sanie, you know I don’t like it when you buy me stuff like that…”

Your best friend pauses in opening the box, mouth turning down in a sad frown as he looks at you with earnest eyes. “But I want to do it for you. You’re my best friend, and I want to spend my money on you to show you how important you are to me.” You waver at his words, heart sinking as you feel like you’re making use of him for his wealth. But you know San is determined, and besides, he’s already bought the charm, so you sigh and try to fix him with a stern gaze.

“This is the last time, alright?”

San’s face cheers up in a split second.

“Alright!” He whoops, putting the charm of a Norwegian Forest Cat on your bracelet. It feels heavy, probably made of silver and custom made to boot. It’s been your tradition for the last two years of school. Every day, on the first day of a new semester, the two of you had promised to buy each other a charm to celebrate your friendship. Somehow, every charm the two of you had bought for you had ended up being some breed of cat, so you suppose that you’ve broken tradition for the first time today by giving him a bell instead. When San fixes the clasp of your bracelet, he grins at you and pats you on the head.

“There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

You kick him in the shin. “I said this is the last time, you goof. Don’t go getting any ideas.”

San pouts at you, shaking his head so that his dark brown hair falls into his eyes, showing off the red streaks in them. Your eyes widen in alarm and smack him on the arm as he lounges back in his chair casually, placing his booted feet on the table. “I thought I told you to get rid of those last week before school started!”

Your best friend whistles cheerily, feigning ignorance. “I promised nothing.”

San, for all the adorableness he holds, is too, part of ATEEZ. A certified bad boy, a definite troublemaker. Everything on him, from the designer white shirt with scrawled designs all over it to the multiple silver piercings in his ears to the striking red coat he has slung over his chair, screams rebel in response to every dress code in existence. San rebels, but he at least does it with style.

On the first day of school when the two of you been assigned to seats next to each other in class, the very first thing he’d done upon meeting you was to rip off his tie and declare to you loudly about how the colour scheme of the tie was absolutely hideous when matched with the shade of the blazer. He had then proceeded to rant to you all about the material of the blazer and the undershirt, and you don’t think you’ve seen him in uniform since that day.

Well, you suppose he knows what he’s talking about, considering that he’s the heir to one of the biggest fashion conglomerates in the country. Besides, you’ve stolen that red coat more times you can count on cold days and it often spends the night over at your house when San makes you wear it home.

“What kind of name for a cat is Yobu, though?” You ask San, shaking your head at him as the teacher walks into the classroom. He simply grins at you, tweaking one of his many earrings with amusement.

“A friend of mine chose it-” He begins to explain excitedly, but then your teacher clears her throat in front of the two of you hesitantly and San’s expression darkens, looking up to glance at her as if she’s a pesky fly he’d like to smack. The teacher’s face drains of colour.

“What is it, Ms Kim?” His voice is dripping with venom and you feel your face flush at his bad attitude. You tug on his ear and he yelps in pain, turning back to pout at you.

“Ow! Why are you bullying me?” San sulks like a little kid and you can’t help but swat at his arm. The teacher, drawing a little courage from seeing San being steamrolled into submission by you, pipes up.

“Mr Choi… you’re not supposed to be sitting there-”

That’s her mistake.

San’s eyes turn glacial as he turns to face her slowly, gazing down his nose at her imperiously, dangerously like a cobra waiting to strike. San isn’t loud and quick to anger like some of his other friends are, but he’s no less dangerous with that vicious, poisonous mind of his. The teacher falls silent immediately, none of the other students willing to help her out lest they get on his bad side.

“I’ve said it at the beginning of term and I’ll say it again.” San enunciates every word slowly and precisely, his dark gaze never wavering from the teacher’s eyes. You can almost imagine it, a monstrous serpent like aura looming behind your best friend, frightening everyone before him into submission. You’ve never been on the receiving end of his gaze, but you hear people describing the experience to be akin to staring down the barrel of a gun. “I’m sitting besides her and no one else. Did you not hear me the first time?”

“Mr Choi, I’m just doing my job-”

“Do. You. Understand.”

His last words are nothing like a question, instead carrying a more mocking tone. The threat is like a loaded gun, the bullet unseen and hidden in the chambers of the weapon, but the finger is already resting on the trigger, eager to fire. Your teacher pales at his words, fingers trembling against her binder.

You feel bad for her, so you gently tug at San’s sleeve, pulling his razor sharp gaze away from your teacher. “Hey, San, I’m not going anywhere. How about you start thinking about ways we can get Shiber to warm up to Yobu when we go over to your house later while I have lessons?”

His face brightens right away, the icy look melting right off like snow in the summer at the thought of Yobu and Shiber playing together. “Of course! Why didn’t I think about that?” Pulling a piece of paper from your bag, he swipes one of the pens off your table and begins jotting down ideas and names of cat treats. His attention off the teacher, the entire classroom heaves a simultaneous sigh of relief.

Your teacher takes five minutes to calm her racing heart before the lesson begins.

Seonghwa sits at the bench at the school gates, waiting for the rest of his friends.

Golden and red leaves spiral through the air, caught and tossed around by the autumn winds as they flutter to the ground like clipped butterfly wings. They fall to the ground, devoid of the green freshness of spring, dead and utterly lifeless. He remembers the limp hand of his mother, her fair skin drenched in crimson lifeblood, the drunk driver having crashed right into the side of his mother’s car as she returned home from buying him supper. She’d died on the spot, right before any the ambulances and paramedics arrived.

His fingers curl around the dry maple leaves, crushing them and scattering them with the wind. He hates the autumn. All it brings is death and pain.

“Hyung!”

He’s pulled from his thoughts and turns around to see three of the five 99’ liners stepping out of the school gates, arms slung over each other’s shoulders. A smile crosses his face briefly. No matter how terrifying of an image he might have to others, he has a soft spot for the rest of the boys in ATEEZ. All of them have stuck together through thick and thin, supporting each other no matter the struggle, Wooyoung through his addiction and Jongho through his fits of violent rage, Hongjoong with his familial conflicts at home and so much more. They’re like family to him, he briefly wonders, before his eyes darken at the thought of his drunken father back in the house they share.

He forces the thought from his mind, instead looking upon his friends’ faces, frowning in confusion.

“Why are you smiling so much, Sanie?”

The boy in question merely grins wider, tucking his hands into his pockets as he dodges a kick Wooyoung aims at him. “Wooyoungie tripped on Mingi’s shoe and fell down the stairs earlier.”

Mingi stifles a laugh at Wooyoung’s flat expression.

The sleeves of San’s white shirt are rolled up, showing the cat charm bracelet dangling from his wrist. The silver bits and bobs usually tinkle and jingle, letting everyone in the area that San is coming, but today, the sound seems to be especially prominent. Seonghwa’s eyes rake over the charms, counting five, six, seven…

He spots a silver cat bell dangling at the end.

“Did you get a new charm, San?” Seonghwa asks, curious and San nods proudly, preening in front of his hyung. The bell jingles once more, as if showing off to Seonghwa.

“She got it for me!” He smiles widely, stuffing his hand back into his pocket. San doesn’t need to say who it is for Seonghwa to know. Aside from ATEEZ, San has no friends… except a mysterious girl that San doesn’t want mixed up in their business.

“Can’t have Wooyoung seducing her from me.” He’d joked once, to Wooyoung’s not so amused amusement.

But Seonghwa can understand why San wouldn’t want his friend to be associated with them. From the way San speaks about her ever so often, she seems to be a quiet, mild tempered girl who focuses hard on her studies and can even miraculously convince San to revise for the upcoming exams with her in the school library. Being related to them in any way could stain her pristine reputation, make it difficult for her to attain any student leadership positions in the school that were vital to a portfolio, or even make any friends in general.

Honestly, Seonghwa doesn’t know why she would stick with San.

But San is happy when he speaks about her. He’s clearly fond of her, he’d even dragged all of them to search for a suitable charm for her birthday gift.

Then a ticklish feeling rises in his nose and he pulls the handkerchief from his pocket, sneezing into it. He doesn’t want to admit it, but the piece of white cloth has saved him so many trips to the convenience store nearby to buy a pack of tissue. Looking down on it, he sighs as he looks the handkerchief over. It’s a piece of plain white cloth, without embellishment or embroidery, nothing outstanding to set it apart from others physically, but unique, because it was there for him when he needed it. Just like the girl who’d given it to him, he thinks to himself with another sigh, wondering how exactly he’s going to find her and return the handkerchief to her.

He doesn’t remember much about how she looks, having been trying to stop himself from sneezing in front of her when she’d literally thrown the handkerchief in his face and shouted at him to get better, before she dashed away faster than Usain Bolt on steroids.

Honestly, who still uses handkerchiefs in this day and age?

“Did you catch a cold, hyung?” Ever perceptive Wooyoung asks curiously, before spotting the handkerchief in his hand. “I didn’t know you used handkerchiefs, though.”

For some reason, something in his voice is completely judgemental and even though Seonghwa feels the same, he can’t help but feel like he needs to defend the girl who gave it to him, at least. Then he catches himself, frowning. Wooyoung’s too curious for his own good, tell him a little and the he’ll have her name, class, blood type, age, address, favourite food down to a tee tomorrow.

Besides, Seonghwa wants to do this by himself.

So Seonghwa shakes his head.

“It’s not mine. A girl gave it to me in the morning, but I don’t know who it was. I owe her a word of thanks, at least.”

Mingi raises an eyebrow, teeth fiddling with the silver piercing on his lower left lip absentmindedly. “Someone approached you, hyung?’ He sounds as confused as Seonghwa feels.

Curious, San glances over at the piece of white cloth for a moment, staring blankly. Then something in his dark eyes glint minutely, the side of his lip quirking up in amusement. Is it fate?

A thought forms and the cogs of his mind start turning, building upon that wisp of a thought until it turns into an idea, then a plan. Seonghwa catches sight of the little smirk on San’s face and frowns in confusion, opening his mouth to ask the younger boy exactly what he’s thinking. He’s a little afraid when San smiles like that. It usually means he’s up to no good.

“San, what is it?”

But San shrugs playfully, eyes shining with glee.

“Oh, it’s absolutely nothing, hyung.”

Seonghwa’s been searching for you for a week now.

For the first time, he actually attends school regularly even if it isn’t to go to class. Standing at the main gate at the crack of dawn, his eyes rake the faces of the students who walk into school every morning. All of them give him a wide berth, wearing the same terrified, yet befuddled expressions, similarly confused as why to the one of school’s bad boys would actually be in the school compound before the bell rings.

Regularly, at that.

About fifteen minutes before the bell rings, he hears the familiar thrum of an engine and raises his head to glance at the driveway outside. Just as he does, a sleek black Jaguar purrs into sight, coming to a stop. It’s presence still causes the same ripple of excitement and anticipation as it did three years ago, and Seonghwa can see all the students in the front yard of the school whispering behind their hands as they discuss the boy inside, wondering whether he’s going to abide by the school rules for once.

The driver, dressed impeccably as ever in a black, custom tailored suit and white gloves, crosses over to the passenger’s side and opens the door for the person inside with a deep bow.

“Young master.”

Kim Hongjoong, eldest son to the CEO of one of the most powerful business empires in Korea and probably the world, steps out with a yawn, rubbing at his eyes as if he’s still half asleep. Then he turns to the chauffeur, who Seonghwa recognises now as Hongjoong’s personal assistant and bodyguard, and gives him a nod.

“Thank you, Jaebeom.”

Jaebeom falters momentarily, head rising a little as he looks at his master. “Young master, you know your father does not like it when you thank me… I am a mere household servant-”

“Who gives a damn what that old fart wants?” Hongjoong grabs his bag from the backseat, adjusting the silver beads and tags in his mullet. “I’ll see you later, Jae.”

The chauffeur can’t exactly argue with his employer, so he merely sighs a little and nods, bowing once more. “As you wish, young master.”

Seonghwa watches quietly as the car zips off down the street.

“Still here, Mars?” His best friend steps up next to him, bag casually slung over one shoulder as he quirks a brow, showing off the eyebrow slit at the side. Seonghwa lets his face relax into a small smile, adjusting the collar of his maroon turtleneck.

“Yeah.”

Hongjoong merely sighs in exasperation, waving his phone in hand. “You know, like I told you at the beginning of all this nonsense, I could have just given Jaebeom a ring and you would have your mystery girl’s identity in a folder on your lap within ten minutes. It would have included handphone number, siblings, hospital records and financial accounts and you wouldn’t be standing here like some lovesick goof every morning.”

Seonghwa doesn’t take any offense to his friend’s barbed words, knowing they stem from genuine concern for him. In fact, Hongjoong only uses his glib tongue and charisma when it comes to charming people into doing things that he wants. He’s not quite as skilled a manipulator as Wooyoung, who can puppet any person like a marionette on strings, but then again few are.

Seonghwa prefers it when Hongjoong takes on this tone with him. It’s more casual, more informal and Seonghwa doesn’t feel like he’s at risk of being played. When he speaks like that, he’s not the heir of the Kim Corporation, Kim Hongjoong, but instead he’s just Hongjoong, Seonghwa’s best friend.

“You know why I want to do this myself.” Seonghwa says softly and Hongjoong pauses a moment, because he does. He understands all too well just having everything presented to him on a silver platter with a golden spoon, not having to put in effort for any of it. Things lose their value that way, and he knows Seonghwa is determined not to let this happen.

Hongjoong merely sighs as he glances at the white handkerchief in Seonghwa’s hand.

“Well, I doubt anyone’s coming in now, it’s pretty late.” He tells Seonghwa, who nods and tucks the neatly folded cloth in his pocket. “Let’s get to class.”

San calls you at approximately five in the morning. On a Saturday morning, in fact.

Groaning as you roll over in your bed, you reach for your phone, the silver cat charms clicking against the screen as you put it to your ear. You’re thinking of a hundred and one ways to slowly butcher him and rip him into tiny little pieces when his cheerful voice comes over the phone. “Hey, my dear best friend, what are you doing up so early in the morning?”

A growl tears from your throat. “It’s 5:16 AM, Choi San. If you don’t have a good reason for waking me up at this time of the morning I’m coming over to your house, I’m going to rip out your throat and I’m going to steal Shiber from you.”

A horrified squeal comes over the phone. “Don’t steal Shiber!”

You almost sigh at how he completely missed out the ‘I’m going to tear your throat out’ bit, but you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation, sitting up on your bed as the blanket falls to your lap. “What is it, San? If you tell me now that you want to watch reruns of the Golden Girls at this time of the morning, I’m going to strangle you in your sleep.”

“Oooh, kinky.” San whistles and you groan, smacking your head against the bedside table. Murder does really seem to be a tempting option now.

“Choi San I swear if you do not give me a good reason right now I’m going back to sleep-” You begin but then San cuts in more quickly than a swerving F1 racer.

“No no no, please don’t! Well, you see, one of the maids back at my house just told me that Yobu fell sick and needs to see a vet, but none of them are open at this time of the morning.”

Your jaw drops at the news, heart thundering in your chest. “I can’t believe you wasted all my time talking nonsense when Yobu was ill! What are we going to do, San?” You’re honestly worried for that sweet mannered ragdoll cat, fingers drumming anxiously against the table when San continues.

“But I have a friend knows about veterinary medicine since he works part time at a vet, so could you please bring Yobu to him? I’ve already told him that you’re coming.”

Something strikes you as odd and your eyes narrow suspiciously. “San… why can’t you just bring Yobu there yourself?”

“Ahh…” You hear your best friend falter a little over the phone and from the sheepish tone in his voice, he’s up to something again. You’re about to question him when you suddenly realise that there’s the thumping of the bass in the background, synthesizers screaming and the sound of drunken singing. Your heart falls.

“You’re in a club, aren’t you?”

San pauses uncomfortably. You’ve made it clear multiple times that you don’t approve of his partying lifestyle, but you’ve also told him that it’s his life and he needs to make choices for himself. “Yeah… “ His voice is soft over the phone, but then it tries to cheer you up a little. “I swear I didn’t even drink a lot! I’m not even drunk right now! I just came for a bit of booze and the atmosphere.”

At that, your smile softens a little. You know that San is desperately trying to change his ways, but it’s only the beginning, the first step of a long journey. “I know. Be back before sunrise, okay? Stay safe and don’t make me worry about you.”

You can hear San’s smile over the phone. “I promise. Now then, I’m leaving our child in your hands, alright?”

You’ve barely agreed when the call ends, the beeping of the phone all that’s left of your conversation.

You’re standing outside an apartment building at seven.

Yobu lets out a little mrrow from the basket under your arm and you stroke him on the head gently, checking the address on your phone. He looks perfectly fine to you, but then again you’re no doctor. Glancing at the block number and the unit, you’re indeed at San’s friend’s house. What friend, you have no idea, but you really need to get Yobu checked up as fast as possible.

Stepping up to the door, you press the bell once.

There’s an electronic warble and some shifting coming from behind the closed door. “Wait a moment, please-” You hear and you frown, the voice sounds male and vaguely familiar, as if you’ve heard it before. But before you can remember where, the door swings open to reveal the resident of the house.

You nearly drop Yobu in your shock.

You’re so going to murder San in his sleep.

Because it’s Park Seonghwa standing there, blonde hair mussed from sleep, dressed in a soft grey sweater and sweats, staring back at you with equally wide eyes. No leather jacket, no silver chains around his neck, simple black piercings in his ears. To your surprise, he looks soft as a kitten, not at all like that bad boy image you’re so used to seeing in school.

You glance down at his feet. He’s wearing freaking Gundam cartoon themed socks.

“Mrrow…” Yobu meows plaintively from his basket, as if demanding for the two of you to stop staring at each other and get a move on. That’s enough to jerk Seonghwa out of his shock and he opens the door a bit wider to let you in. “Uhh, please come in.”

You do as you’re told, slipping your shoes off at the door and stepping inside. The house is surprisingly bare, a pair of folded mattresses against against the wall and a lumpy couch in the corner. There’s a vet’s bag on the floor, stethoscope already laid out. You glance to the shelf at to your left as you set Yobu down on the ground, there’s a picture of a woman who you assume to be Seonghwa’s mother, and next to that is a collection of assembled Gundam models.

It seems as if someone is a fan.

You’re briefly afraid if something bad is going to happen to you when Park Seonghwa closes the door behind you, but as much as San enjoys playing pranks on you, he’s never one to put you in danger. Seonghwa sit down before you, cross legged, looking painfully awkward for the first time you’ve seen him.

“Umm… Hi…” He greets you softly and you stiffen to attention, Yobu curling in your arms and you hesitantly stroke the tiny cat gently. “So… Yobu is sick?”

Your eyes widen a little in surprise. “You know Yobu?”

Seonghwa nods slowly. “Yeah well… I was the one who named him.” He holds out his hands for the grey ragdoll, looking at you hesitantly while you’re still staring at him in shock from this unexpected information. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip nervously, dragging across the black piercing there. “May I?’

You somehow regain enough cognitive function to place Yobu into his arms, the small feline nosing into Seonghwa’s chest and he lets out a gentle laugh, nuzzling the kitten with his nose. “Let’s see what’s wrong with you, little guy.”

Your mind is still reeling from all of… this. From what you know, Park Seonghwa is a mysterious bad boy who is a member of a terrifying group called ATEEZ that your best friend also happens to be part of. But even after knowing San for three years, he’s never really exposed you to any of his other friends, so you still steer clear of them whenever you see them in school.

But this Park Seonghwa before you is looking at the tiny kitten like it holds the moon and stars in its tiny paws, humming a soft tune under his breath as he reaches for his stethoscope. He’s nothing like the Park Seonghwa you’re familiar with, bruised fingers gentle as he checks over Yobu for any physical ailments, cooing to the cat in a sweet voice when it attempts to squirm out of his arms occasionally. You usually never say this… but you’re quite mindblown.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with him.” Seonghwa muses after a while, setting his tools down. You’re jerked out of your stunned stupor, letting out a witty ‘eh?’ as he puts Yobu down on the ground, the kitten batting at his sweater sleeve with its paws.

Seonghwa tugs his lip piercing between his teeth and for a second, you’re raising your eyes to heaven to ask exactly what you have done to deserve this punishment, but then he’s speaking once more. “I don’t see anything wrong with Yobu… He seems perfectly fine. Did San mention anything?”

You shake your head. “No, San just told me to bring Yobu over to you.”

“That’s odd…” Seonghwa frowns, fingers fiddling with the piercings on the shell of his ear before he lets out a sigh, rising to his feet. You keep your remark of ‘yeah, that sounds like San’ to yourself as you follow him with your eyes, watching as he steps over to the shelf, opening one of the drawers. “Anyway, I’m glad you came. I’ve been looking for you for a couple of weeks now.”

You pause, a little confused. Looking for you? What would the Park Seonghwa be searching for a person like you?

When he turns around, he’s holding your white handkerchief in his hands.

The two week old memory comes to the front of your mind and your mouth falls open. You remember walking to school, hearing someone sniffing quietly behind the school building, offering them a handkerchief… only for the person to be the one and only Park Seonghwa.

“Ahh…” Is all you manage to say, a little stunned as you accept the handkerchief back. It smells of clean cloth and soap that you don’t quite recognise, meaning that Seonghwa must have cleaned it for you. “You didn’t have to, but thank you anyway.”

Seonghwa shakes his head firmly as Yobu paws at the hem of his sweats, whining for attention. “No, I needed to. Thank you for lending it to me. I really appreciate it… could I repay you somehow? Maybe bring you out for a meal tomorrow?”

Your brain hits the brakes, all activity coming to a screeching halt as the words ‘meal’, ‘tomorrow’ and ‘repay’ bounce around your head like rubber balls. Thankfully, you’re saved from having to answer from the sound of your ringtone, although the second you hear it, you’re tempted to kill San right this second, and maybe yourself too, to save yourself the shame.

“You have a call! You have a call! Hey! Answer it! Don’t ignore me! Pleaseeee~” San’s voice comes from your pocket and you freeze in embarrassment, as Seonghwa stares at you in shock.

Your face turns red and you rush to answer the call, cheeks heating up in horrified mortification. Jabbing the little green icon with as much fury as you can muster, you hiss into the phone when the call comes through.

“What the hell did you do to my phone, San?”

“Hello! How’s my dear Yobu doing?” He sings, completely ignoring your furious question. You pause in your tracks, wheels turning in your mind as you put all the clues together. His too cheerful voice, the handkerchief, how he didn’t tell you Seonghwa was this veterinarian friend…

“Choi San.” Your voice is literally bubbling with mounting vexation and your rage must be clearly heard, because there’s a gulp over the phone. “Did you plan all of this?”

The line goes dead and you stare at your phone in shock.

Then you shriek in fury.

“I’m going to kill that slimy worm! That little bastard! Playing me like this!” Your fists are clenching around your phone, dearly wishing they were wringing San’s scrawny neck instead. You’re about to throw something when a warm hand settles on your shoulder and you whirl around in shock, suddenly remembering that Seonghwa is still in the room with you.

“Is everything alright?” He asks hesitantly, dark eyes wide and concerned and your rage dissipates into thin air, replaced by all too potent self-consciousness. He’d just seen you screaming your head off like a mad woman, for god’s sake.

“Yeah...I’m just going to have to kill that bastard the next time I see him.” You mumble under your breath, turning your phone to silent before savagely shoving it in your pocket. “Yobu is fine, San just played a massive prank on us.”

To your surprise, Seonghwa doesn’t even react in the least, clearly expecting something like this after having known San for so long. He merely presses one hand to his face as he shakes his head in exasperation. “I knew something was up when he was smiling so much that day. That kid, honestly…”

“Sorry for the bother.” You apologise quickly, scooping up Yobu in your arms and placing him in his basket. The ragdoll lets out a soft meow, as if confused as to why you’re leaving so soon when you practically run for the door in shame. But right before you can leave, Seonghwa’s hand grasps your wrist lightly, pulling you back, and you make a soft ‘eep’ in surprise as you turn to face him.

He actually looks painfully nervous, teeth toying with the black piercing on his lower lip as his gaze moves around shiftily, his toes scrunching up under Robot Man’s face. “Well… will you… will you let me bring you for dinner tomorrow? To thank you?”

You freeze awkwardly, the tension between the two of you thick as sauna steam. After a long, awkward pause of silence, Seonghwa finally seems to realise he’s holding onto your wrist and drops it like you have the plague, scooting back several steps to a more respectful distance. His tongue swipes across his pink lips shyly as he musters up the courage to speak again. “Please? I mean, if you’re uncomfortable, you don’t need to, I completely understand-”

You’re snapped out of your lip piercing induced shock when you finally realise that Seonghwa thinks that you’re reluctant to go with him. Not that you aren’t slightly… but maybe it’s time to give San’s friends a chance and get to know them. From what you’ve seen of Seonghwa, he doesn’t seem that bad to you anyway.

Awkwardly, you unlock your phone and pass it to him.

His eyes widen in surprise when he sees a blank contact open, the tiny line hovering at the ‘Name’ bar. Then a smile, one real and genuine, settles on his face as he enters his name and phone number, saving it before he passes it back to you.

“I’ll call you?” He asks as you slip on your shoes, balancing Yobu’s basket in one hand and your phone in the other. You nod in reply, a little breathless from his radiant smile.

“Yeah.”

From the basket, Yobu gives a smug mew of affirmation. His mission is complete.

#ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #seonghwa fanfic #w; seonghwa #seonghwa #w; fanfiction

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INTRODUCTION

SUMMARY : how your relationship came to be

PAIRING : poly!ateez x reader

WORD COUNT : 2.1k

WARNINGS. falling down the stairs + injuries + mentions of a hospital

being an idol was hard. all the years of endless hard work and then the amount of stress that is put on you. it’s even harder when your company decided to “spice things up” and try something different for their new group.

which is how you came to be in a male dominated group as the ninth and only female member. granted at the time the group was being formed, you were the only female trainee and it wasn’t like the company totally didn’t know what to do with you. that’s a lie, they had no idea what to do with you. so that’s more or less a quick and possible bad explanation on how you ended up in the ateez lineup.

training with the guys was fine. you got closer to some members more than others. it was a lot of figuring out how to make you feel welcomed after they had already had a year+ to get to know each other and figure the other out.

it was fine.

san was the first member to really welcome you into the group and made to sure to include you in on everything. at the time, you used to see him being nice as a friendly gesture, but now... you realize he only did it because he had a crush on you.

“you did?” you remember asking him one night as you laid in your bed together. the two of you were remembering your trainee days when san confessed about his crush.

“you were practicing your dance for the monthly evaluation and i was just so... fascinated by how you moved,” he explained causing a blush to form on both your cheeks. 

you wonder what would have happened to your relationship if you had noticed his feelings sooner. when you were trainees and even after debut, your feelings were ultimately occupied by the leader of your group. of course hongjoong was so blinded by his love for music and the eldest member, that he didn’t even think twice about you most times on his own accord. 

it was pathetic how you all acted around each other really. one member in love with two others and then one of those two might have returned the feelings while also liking a different member. it was just one big emotional mess.

sometimes you wonder what set off the chain of events that finally caused you all to become lovers. 

“i think after you confessed to hongjoong-hyung that’s when everything started,” san said that same night. 

that was honestly a whole train wreck and a story for maybe another time, but just know that hongjoong thought you were messing with him. so you ended up playing it off as a joke until you got to the dorm were you cried for an hour in the shower and then proceeded to lock yourself in your room for the rest of the night.

“i felt terrible that night. hearing you crying on the other side of you door and not being able to help you,” he spoke and by this time you were holding hands. you gave his hand a comforting squeeze. “i’m not going to lie, i was shocked when it was wooyoung would volunteered to go talk to you.”

you let out a laugh, “yeah i was too. woo was really helpful that night, i think it really helped our personal relationship.”

and it was true, when you joined the team, everyone seemed rather welcoming of you. all but wooyoung seemed to enjoy having you around. the male would often ignore you or would bump into you and then blame you for being clumsy. it hurt, you’re not gonna lie, but you pushed on and did your best to ignore his rudeness.

when you two ended up talking, you found out he was only jealous of how close you and san had gotten and that he felt like you were slowly also taking yeosang away from him. “wooyoung, i would never try to take san or yeosang away from you. i love all three of you dearly and would never want to come between you and the others. i’m sorry i made you feel that way, it was never my intention.”

“i realize now that maybe it me just being insecure of myself. i shouldn’t have been so mean to you.” you remember holding your hand out to him suddenly. he looked so confused and just stared at your hand before looking at your glassy, red eyes. he then took it after a few moments.

“i’m y/n, its nice to meet you,” you said softly as you shook wooyoung’s hand. “i hope we can be friends!” 

“i’m wooyoung. i hope so too.”

after that you two started to become close and it was like all the rude and mean things he did to you were put behind you both. you also began putting your feelings for hongjoong behind you and instead you began to grow feelings for san and wooyoung.

“when did these feelings happened?”

“i think... around our first comeback and when we were doing our first world tour. i began spending more time with you both and you both made me feel safe and loved. at the time i thought something was wrong with me for liking two people. i think mingi might have found me crying about it one day and talked to me about my feelings.”

mingi was probably the only person you could have deep life talks with, without the thought of him judging you for them. he never once looked at you like you were a possible weirdo or even a whore as might consider for what you told him.

“there’s nothing wrong with loving more than one person.” that night he ended up confessing about his own feelings towards not only yunho but you. “see you’re not a weirdo because i love two people too. you and yunho mean a lot to me, and i would do anything to keep you both happy.

you honestly don’t know how it happened, but all you remember is him leaning over to kiss you. the kiss didn’t last long because of wooyoung suddenly coming into your shared hotel room. at first you weren’t sure if wooyoung had seen you two kiss, but you could tell by the slight flash of hurt that he did. 

before you could say anything, wooyoung quickly left the room, door slamming behind him. you were thought about going after him before deciding against it. “i’m sorry.” you turn to mingi and smile at him letting him know he didn’t do anything.

this went on for a few months, you and the other member dealing with your feelings that seemed to be growing for each other. but then none of you knowing how the other felt. it was during the wave/illusion comeback when things started really happening. you began making friends with female idols and hanging out with them.

“hey, y/n do you think you can give my number to seonghwa?” you remember soojin asking you, and yes we are talking about i-dle’s soojin. you hesitated at first knowing that your leader was still in love with seonghwa, but you took the piece of paper with her number on it to not be rude.

“oppa, what do you think about soojin from i-dle?” it was the next day during practice when you asked. you weren’t looking at seonghwa directly, keeping your eyes trained on the reflections in front of you. you of course spotted hongjoong carefully listening in.

“she’s cute,” is all he said.

“she wanted me to give you her number,” you explain and seonghwa looks at you with a tilt of his head. “do you,” you quickly glance at hongjoong, “want it?”

“sure. it’d be nice to get to know her,” he says with a simple smile. you can’t help but catch the look of panic and hurt flash through hongjoong’s features before he turns away to do something else.

after that, seonghwa would text soojin almost every chance he got. after a few weeks, seonghwa told you guys he would going on a date with soojin. 

“i felt hongjoong’s heart break and i knew it was my fault,” you admit to san.

“you were just being a good friend to soojin.”

“but i knew it would have hurt hongjoong-oppa if soojin-unnie and seonghwa-oppa had hit it off like they did. deep down i think i did it because i wanted hongjoong to know how it felt to have his heart ripped apart and then i realized how selfish i was.”

“is that why you threw yourself down the stairs? to stop seonghwa from going on his date?” your silence confirmed what he said was true and san couldn’t help but laugh. “that was probably the most stupidest thing i had ever seen you do. you scared all of us half to death,” he confessed.

throwing yourself do the stairs at the dorm, probably was and still is the most stupidest and dangerous thing you had ever done. honestly, it was a last minute decision to try and maybe secretly make up for hurting hongjoong. you made it seem like an accident, that you were running down the stairs in your slippers. something seonghwa may have told you not to do in fear of you slipping and falling. it worked though, seonghwa cancelled his date in order to take you to the hospital.

“i’m sorry,” you told seonghwa on the way back from the hospital.

“for what baby? it was an accident, you got hurt and i have to take care of my members,” he says, an arm wrapping around your shoulders to bring you closer.

“but i ruined your date with unnie.”

“i wasn’t that interested in her anyway,” he confesses and you look at him with confusion. “there’s... someone or someones else that i’m more interested in.”

“who?” seonghwa didn’t bother answering with words. instead he used his free hand to cup the side of your face before kissing you. 

“w-wait,” you gasp pulling away, eyes wide in shock as you look at seonghwa. your left speechless, what the actual hell? seonghwa was the last person on earth you thought could possible like you. “i-i-i don’t... i don’t understand.”

“i think all nine of us are rather confused about our feelings for one another.” you can’t help but agree to his words and how true they were. looking into your eyes you quietly ask, “will you kiss me again?” you don’t know what came over you in the car ride home. the two of you kissed the whole rest of the ride, lips swollen and red by the time you reach the dorms. you felt slightly embarrassed that you and seonghwa made out in the backseat while your manager drove you home.

he bided the two of you goodbye before leaving, the three of you never spoke of it again, which was honestly fine by you. once back in the dorm, san was the first one two greet you and ask how you were.

“i think we all need to have a talk about what’s been happening with us these last few months,” seonghwa says, the remaining eight of you knew what he was talking about and soon enough you were all sitting in the living room confessing how you felt.

“so what now?” jongho asked from his spot on the floor.

“well,” yeosang began and everyone looked towards him, “i did some research a few weeks ago and found out there are relationships with more than two people. polyamory is what the internet called it, and i think we should all give it a shot. its obvious that we all really care for one another, and i think we can make it work.” he finishes and yunho is the first one to agree.

“i think we should give it a shot like yeosang said!” you swear just his smile alone could reassure you of anything.

“honestly, i couldn’t imagine my life now without being with you all. you bring me so much happiness and love,” you confess, turning to look at san.

“me too,” he says before leaning over to kiss you. both of you occupied with kissing don’t realize yunho had entered the room. a pout forms on his face before he walks over and jumps on the bed, landing on top of you both. you and san groan as yunho begins smothering you both with kisses. 

“hey are you three having fun without us?” wooyoung whines as him and jongho walk by and eventually joined on the way too small bed. eventually the remaining four members joined you guys, and now you and san are being dog piled on top of. 

but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#ninth. #poly ateez #poly ateez x reader #ateez ninth member #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez smut #dream episode.

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Party - San x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut/Vanilla/Passionate

A/N: I decided for my first smut on tumblr I’d make it simple. It might be boring but eh again it’s a starter lmao. Dm me with requests :)

It was a casual Sunday afternoon- the day you decided on going to a party with your friend Ji-ae. She wanted to get it on with the colleges most known band Ateez’s, Song Mingi.

“C’monnnnn please y/n! I beg of youuuuuu!” Ji-ae exclaims. She had been bugging you for this for a week now. A week ago was when Mingi personally invited her to go. After all, it was Ateez’s party. Mingi had told her that she could bring me, also apparently requested by another member. Who? I have no clue. I mean what’s the worse that could happen?

“Fineeee,” you finally said. Ji-ae hugged you in extreme excitement.

“Oh y/n, thank you thank you ThAnK yOu t h a n k y o u THANK YOU!” I shrug her off me laughing. 

“Well, It’s gonna start in like, 4 hours and you always take forever to get ready for occasions so shoo, go get ready.”

“Otayyyy,” she says yeeting herself off me. She showers first then me. Walking out of the bathroom in a fluffy rainbow leopard print bath robe, I walk into my room. I open my closet to look through the assorted dresses there are. I pick a cute little black dress, that has a zipper on the back, and strip of mesh flower patterns right on the curve area. It’s a short sleeved, tank topped actually, for the top design. It hugs my small but curvy figure in a comfortable way. I slip on some fishnets and heeled boots. Now for the makeup and hair. for makeup I do a Brown smokey eye, and black matte lipstick. My contour is on point, and my highlight is subtle yet very out there. I put my hair in cute space buns with the slightest curls dangling from in front of my ears. I run a glitter substance down my hair line and call it a look.

I walk out of my room in time for Ji-ae to walk out of hers. Our dorm is your not so everyday looking dorm. It’s very rich looking, elegant really. Ji-ae is wearing a galaxy print long dress with spaghetti straps and enough cleavage showing to drive a man to want to see more. Her hair is down and curled at the ends, gorgeous really, and her makeup is subtle, just eyeliner and lashes. A rose gold highlight is swiped over her cheeks, and a pretty lilac tint on her lips.

“Oh Ji-ae, Mingi is gonna go absolutely crazy over you tonight,” I exclaim.

“And so isn’t-” Ji-ae starts to say bu then shuts her mouth. “I mean- so isn’t everyone else,” She nervously chuckles out.

“Omigod, Ji-ae you know who requested me there!” I laugh out in realization.

“Yeahhhh, but I can’t tell yuh,” she says winking. You tap her arm in a ‘how could you’ way, and you both exit your dorm laughing. You both get into your navy blue- almost black Fiat 500, and go to the so said address.

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You and Ji-ae walk into the large house, and walk through the way too exposed bodies of females and smug looked men.

“Mingi said the 8 of them are in the living room on a dark green large ass couch,” Ji-ae says. “He also said you are to sit next to San and Yeosang, and I across from you next to Mingi and Hongjoong.” I nod and look for the so said couch. It’s hard to see through the crowd, let alone hear my own fucking thoughts through the booming kpop music which is their own content. Currently, Answer is playing. Finally after intense looking, I spot the green couch, and the 8 of them there with the spots for them open.

“There,” I say to Ji-ae, tapping her shoulder and pointing at the boys. We walk over to them and just looking at who I’m supposed to sit next to makes my heart drop in a matter of seconds. I mean, all of the men are drop dead gorgeous, but the one known as San is just- woooo, hot. “Bruhhh San is hot-” I say to Ji-ae as we slowly make our way over.

She giggles then looks at me with a smug look. “Good, cause he’s the one who wanted you to come.” With that comment my face instantly goes beat ass red. She only laughs at my reaction, then looks at the men. “Hello boysss, great party,” she yells plopping her ass next to Mingi, and sitting in a way that her teasing cleavage is in his direction. I slowly make my way to sit next to San, sitting a little too formally for a event like this. I’m sitting straight up and have my hands in my lap. I can see San glance at me from the corner of my eye, and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks even more.

“No need to be so formal, y/n,” Hongjoong giggles out. “Please, make yourself at home here.” Hongjoong is the leader of the group, so of course he’s the one to help comfort me.

“Oh she’s always like this at first,” Ji-ae laughs out. “She just needs to get used to her surroundings.”

“Can I get you a drink? Help sooth you down?” Wooyoung offers.

“U-uhm, sure. Something subtle tho, I’m driving us home tonight,” I say. I mutter a thanks as he passes by. 

“So, Ji-ae,” San starts then looks at me, and says “Y/n.. what are your guy’s majors?”

“Oooo I have a accounting major,” Ji-ae chirps. Mingi looks at her and smiles. You can tell the man has a thing for her with the way he looks over at her and wraps his arm around her side. 

“Uhm I have a English major,” I say rubbing the back of my neck.” Wooyoung comes back and hands me my drink. I take a sip and am surprised by the taste. It’s sweet, yet fruity, and definitely subtle. He hands San a water, Hongjoong a beer, and Seonghwa a vodka with lime.

“It’s called a Love Potion Vodka Cocktail,” Wooyoung says. I sit back and take another sip.

“Y/n, just sit back and drink, Mingi and Hongjoong already said we can stay the night, drink as much as you want,” Ji-ae says. I nod and take another sip. Conversation continues, and after another 3 of those drinks, I have a warm feeling, and am clearly buzzed. Illusion starts playing, and Ji-ae jumps up in excitement. “Y/N LET’S DANCE!” I take the last sip of my drink and stand up. Her and I jump around and sing/shout along to the lyrics. Hongjoong, Mingi, Yunho, and Jongho get up too joining in. Nearing the end of the song you look towards San, to see him looking at you admirably. You’re too buzzed to even be shy anymore, so you walk towards him and extend your hand out to help him up.

“C’mon, dance with us!” you yell so he can hear you. He laughs and takes your hand. You jump around and make as much contact with the man as possible. The song ends and you all sit back down. You see Ji-ae and Mingi starting to make-out on the couch and you wonder what balls it takes to be able to start something. And just like that, San snakes his arm around you and places his hand on your hip, pulling you towards him a bit. You nuzzle your head into his neck and enjoy the calm sounds of With You playing. Yeosang and Yunho already went somewhere else with these two women that were wearing extremely skimpy cloths.

Ji-ae and Mingi got up and went upstairs to do god only knows what.

“So, I heard you were the one that requested for me to come?” You say looking up at San, your faces too close, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed the feeling of his cool breath against your face. 

“You weren’t supposed to know,” he said chuckling and throwing his head back in embarrassment as his cheeks grew a bit rosy. Although it was a cute thing for him to do, you couldn’t help but look at how his neck tensed and his collar bone flexed as he did so which was so hot that it sent tingles all around your body ending down at your core. You wanted to kiss up his neck, and surprisingly this wasn’t the alcohol speaking. He looked back at you smirking. “But yes, it was me.”

“Why?” You ask, placing your hand on his chest and leaning into him even more, and slinging your leg over his slightly. He took your action by surprise, and blushed a bit more.

“Uh, well, I fancy you,” he says sliding his hand up your calf and stopping it at mid thigh. His slowness was enough to make more tingles happen but slightly more fierce. You rub your thumb against his right collar bone, and you ask why again. “You’re beautiful, and kind, and Ji-ae has talked about you a lot and abut how kind and smart you are, how much of a powerful woman you can be, how you’re independent, and just everything I’ve heard and saw tonight, I’m completely infatuated with. How about you? Got your eyes on anyone?”

You chuckle and blush. “When I walked into the room, I saw a attractive young man, that I instantly got butterflies over and said it to Ji-ae, and she told me that that person had actually requested my appearance,” you say smiling at him. “And, when I sat next to him, I got even more shy than I normally get especially when the whole time I could feel his eyes on me. And now I’m trying to make the boldest decision on making  move that if there wasn’t alcohol in my system, I wouldn’t be able to do.” You slide your hand up his neck and lay it at rest against his cheek, and glance at his lips then back at his eyes with a calm passionate look, mirrored back from him. 

“You’re doing thing’s to that person,” he says pulling his face slightly closer, His breath more prominent against your lips.

“Oh? What ever could you mean?” You chuckle.

“Why don’t I show you?” You nod, and get off him. He gets up, along with you and takes your hand, leading up the stairs to a room that says ‘San’ in hangul on the door. You stop for a minute, letting go of his hand to trace the symbols.

“Childish,” You say looking at him, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s adorable.” He chuckles and signals you to come closer. You close the door, and walk over to him. Standing between his legs, he puts his hands on your hips, dragging them up and down your curves, and placing a kiss against your tum. You giggle.

He then stands up towering over you dragging his his hands up from your curves, and up your arms, leaving one to wrest at your shoulder, the other on your cheek. “You’re beautiful,” He says, bringing his face closer to yours. 

“Hah, not even close, you say, bringing yours closer as well, almost close enough to touch.

“Lies, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” and with that, he finally places a peck against your lips, pulling away slightly to see your reaction, and to his surprise you leaned in for more. He pulls your body even closer to his, making you feel every inch of clothed muscle on him. His hands undo your space buns and entangle their selves in your beautiful locks, deepening the kiss, causing tingle after tingle. He lifts you up and places you on the bed, putting a thigh between your legs. He kissed down your neck, sucking and leaving dark marks that would most certainly be hard to hide the following day. He pushes his knee up into your dripping core, and groans. “Hmm, so wet for me already princess”

He unzips your dress dragging off your body, along with your fishnets and boots. To his liking, you’re not wearing a bra. He gropes at your breasts as he takes one into his mouth. You can’t help yourself but moan out in surprise. But who cares how loud you are? The music is already loud enough to confine your noises. He smirks and gently nips onto your bud with his teeth causing you to hiss in pain, but the pain was good. God- was it good. He gave the same treatment to the other side then kissed his way down your stomach to the hem of your panties. He looked up at you as he brought his face closer to your heat. 

“Look at me baby,” he mutters against you, the feeling of his breath against it exciting you even more. You obey and look at him. He gives you that hard lustful look and smirks, and within seconds he licks up your clothed heat. You moan and throw your head back. “Ah-ah-ah, eyes on me gorgeous.”

You return your look to him, propping yourself up on your elbows. He drags your panties down and off of you with his teeth, and without haste, returns his lips to your slick covered core. More moans slip from your lips uncontrollably a he continues to lick and slip his tongue into you, while occasionally sucking on your clit. He sticks a digit in, which soon turns into 3, and he has you going crazy. 

“S-San...” you moan out. He looks up at you, still eating you out.

“Hmm?” He says against you, the vibrations causing immense pleasure.

“San... P-please... I need you..” You moan out. He lift his head, wiping spit and your slick from his chin. He takes his shirt off and unbuttons his pants. 

“Need me where, Princess” he asks you.

“In me,” You whimper out. He slides his pants and boxers down, his hard member whipping up to life, hitting his stomach, as he then towers over you leading his tip up to your entrance.

“With pleasure,” he says, slowly sliding it in, as deep as he can. You moan loudly at the sudden feeling of being stretched. Without warning, he starts thrusting in and out of you, gradually getting faster. He wraps a hand around your throat and leans forward whispering little dirty sayings into your ears.

“God you’re so tight” “Like my hand around your pretty little neck?” “You feel so good” “Fuck” “You’re so beautiful”

“S-San, hngg, h-harder,” You shout in pleasure. He does as you wish and hits you g-spot repetitively. “O-oh yes, r-right there!” You scream, feeling your release coming. You can tell San himself is close aswell, for you can feel him twitching inside. In a mature of a few more thrusts you tighten around him as your orgasms hits, sending him into over drive, and pulling out to cum on your stomach.

He plops down beside you, both breathing heavily. 

“I don’t know if this is the right time to ask,” San starts to ask. You look over at him, and smile. “B-but will you go out with me?” he asks. You cup his cheek with your hand and kiss him.

“Yes, of course,” You say. You clean up his release off yourself and snuggle up to him, and the two of you fall asleep.

~ E n d ~

#ateez #atiny #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #San #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez smut #ateez smuts #ateez fluff #seonghwa smut #seonghwa fluff #hongjoong smut #hongjoong fluff #yunho smut #yunho fluff #yeosang smut #yeosang fluff #san smut #choi san #san fluff #mingi smut #mingi fluff #wooyoung smut #wooyoung fluff #jongho smut #jongho fluffy

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Easter Egg Hunt

Easter Special~ Happy Easter lovelies

Characters: Jongho x reader

Words: 2432

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Jongho wasn’t the biggest of fan of Easter. Especially when his hyungs send him on a childish egg hunt.

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“Jongho!” Mingi’s voice rang through the practice room, calling for the youngest who was stationed in the studio. He was loud enough to even reach Jongho’s ears through his headphones. The youngest shook his head with sigh and paused the music he was rehearsing, stalking towards the practice room. All of the other members were already there, and typically that meant they were going to make Jongho do something.

“Why did you call me in here?” He asked, rubbing his eyes at the change in lighting.

Thankfully he didn’t see his members sly grins. Hongjoong stepped up first, doing his best to keep a smile from his face, “We have a surprise for you!”

Jongho raised an eyebrow in suspicion. They never just had “surprises” laid out for him. “Did you break something of mine? Did Mingi eat the food in the fridge?”

“Why do you always suspect me!” Mingi cried indignantly, crossing his arms and turning away from the maknae.

‘You usually cause most of the messes.” Yeosang agreed from his spot on the floor.

Hongjoong just laughed at their banter before shushing them all, “No, for real, we have a surprise for you.”

To say Jongho’s interest was peaked was cutting it short, “What kind of surprise?”

“It’s not a surprise if we tell you, now, is it?” Yunho grinned and Jongho had a feeling this little surprise wouldn’t turn out the best for him.

“You have to figure it out first,” Seonghwa chuckled, a joyous twinkle in his eyes, “We’ve set up a little hunt for you.”

“A.. hunt?”

“An egg hunt!” San screamed from behind him, and his hand slammed something down on his head. Jongho stumbled forward a little before reaching up, feeling a headband with plush ears. “We’re sending you on an egg hunt!”

“Hyungs…” He muttered with a sigh, “You’re sending me on an egg hunt? Isn’t that a little childish?”

Wooyoung laughed, holding out a basket for Jongho to take, “Lighten up Jongho! It’s easter!”

“I know.. But that still doesn’t mean I want to do any egg hunt of all things,” Jongho stared at the basket in slight distaste, eyes trained on the single egg already placed inside, “Couldn’t you have just given me a candy bar and called it a day?”

“Oh just open the egg for God’s sake!” Mingi cried and Jongho obliged, taking the small, plastic egg out of the basket. He cracked it open in one and fumbled with the paper that was concealed inside it.

He furrowed his brows at the words, “Head to where you just were? Why are you sending me back into the studio?”

“Just do what the egg tells you to do!” They all cried and Jongho held his hands up in surrender, before following the directions that the pink egg had given him. As soon as he had walked out of the practice room, he noticed flour rabbit footprints leading up the stairs.

“You guys are doing way too much!” He called behind him but followed the footsteps nonetheless. As the egg had said, they led him towards his studio; however, there was more than enough detours on the way. He entered the room without a second thought, entering into the room he had been in seconds before. Nothing had changed except now there was a little blue egg sitting in the ear of his headphones. Scoffing to himself, he walked over and opened the egg; a similar piece of parchment falling out of the crack.

“Go back.” He read and sighed, head hanging forward. Now this seemed like something the boys would do. Send him in circles all night until he exploded with frustrations. He complied with the eggs wishes though and stomped out of his studios door, taking the blue egg but leaving the note. Once again, after stalking through the entirety of the KQ building, he made his way back into the practice room. None of the boys remained and in their stead was a large egg, laid in the center room.

Jongho casted a glance from side to side in suspicion before approaching the outlandishly orange egg. Inside was yet another piece of parchment but this time a small leaf accompanied it. He twirled the leaf in his left hand as he read aloud the words on the paper, “Go to that one special spot…. What the hell hyungs?”

He knew what it meant. The leaf gave it away easily, but he never thought his members knew about the small place he cherished so much. He placed the leaf and egg in his basket, readjusted the ears that were a size to big and then set out for the park a few blocks away. Thankfully, the members had been nice and done this odd hunt at the dead of night. At least no fans or onlookers would have to see him, dressed like a child, walking through the streets with a basket full of eggs and a lost look on his face.

The park was practically abandoned at this late hour. Sure, there were a few outcasts walking the trails in the dead of night; but they fared no better than himself. He was careful not to be seen as he snuck along that trails till he came to his familiar spot. A giant tree, one that had been there for long enough that the branches dangled and provided nice shade in the summer. Besides the tree he loved so dearly, was a garden, full of flowers he couldn’t pronounce and memories he loved to remember. Just a glance at the rose bushes was enough to put the thought of you in his mind.

You. It had been a little while since he had the pleasure of seeing you. While he lived his idol life, you had taken a chance to study in Jeju and fulfill your dreams along the coast. He was happy for you really, you both had taken the paths to success you wanted and soon enough you would be near each other again. He wondered how the members had pinpointed such a location to make him feel so happy and so desperate at the same time.

Upon reaching the tree, he noticed a familiar outline amongst the shadows, “Yeosang? Why are you out here?”

“Had to make sure no one stole this little plastic egg of course,” He rolled his eyes as Jongho approached him, the ears on his head now flopping over. “You look adorable by the way.”

“Give it a break,” The youngest frowned and Yeosang smirked, holding out a green egg which was a similar size to the rest.

“I was in charge of the next clue.” He chuckled as Jongho impatiently took the plastic and broke it apart, the paper inside immediately in his hand. “You’re taking a liking to this game, aren’t you?”

“Yes, the humiliation is quite great.” Jongho replied sarcastically as he unrolled the small paper, “But… to be honest… this location is throwing me off. Why here?”

A sly smirk spread across Yeosang’s lips but he said nothing on it, “I thought it was pretty; and I wanted you to walk through the streets with those ears on.”

“Ever the comedian you are,” Jongho frowned as his eyes skimmed over the words on the paper, “To the dorms?”

“Pretty straight forward.”

“Do I go with you? Or is there a car or something?”

“I get the car and you get to walk.” Yeosang winked and Jongho could barely make it out in the dark, “It’s all been planned out. Now get a move on.”

Jongho sighed and nodded, but turned once more to Yeosang before he departed, “Why are you doing this?”

Yeosang shrugged, but a smile played at his lips, “You’re not the biggest fan of easter… especially not with your little lover gone. We’re trying lighten up your mood.”

Jongho felt mixed emotions at Yeosang’s response. He knew he hadn’t been in the best of moods since y/n had left for their studies, but he didn’t think he was that awful. To think the members could spot that shift in him easily appalled him, and it was the reason he turned and left Yeosang without another word.

Yes, he wasn’t a fan of easter. Yes, he wasn’t in the best of moods all the time now that you were across the country; but he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his members were going out of their way for him. Especially with something like this. The thought made a small smile break out across his face. Yeah the whole thing was dumb and childish in his mind; making him trek through the city with rabbit ears and a basket, but it had made him feel a little more than normal. Now his heart felt warm by how much effort his little family was putting in for him, and he stepped up to the dorms door with excitement in his heart.

He unlocked the door and shut it behind him, taking off his shoes as he scanned the room for anything suspicious. Right in the middle of the room, was an Hongjoong, looking like he could barely contain his excitement. In his hands was now a yellow egg, which he cradled like it was a chick itself. Jongho walked up to him and chuckled at his leader, “You all are really into this whole egg hunt.”

“Of course we are!” Hongjoong grinned and thrusted the little egg into the youngers hands, “We haven’t had any fun like this in a while.”

Jongho nodded in agreement as he took the egg and split it in two, taking the piece of parchment in his hands gingerly. He looked up at Hongjoong with a raised eyebrow as he read, “You sleep here? You couldn’t have come up with anything more creative?”

“We didn’t want to confuse your brain,” He grinned and began to push Jongho in the direction of his room eagerly, “Now go to your room!”

“Yeah,” Jongho snorted and moved towards his door on his own now, “whatever you say dad.”

Inside, there wasn’t anything exceptional. It was still his room, with a messy bed and pillows thrown about. The only difference was that now, in the midst of his uncleanness, was a giant golden egg. He stalked up to it and split it open without a second thought. This was probably the last egg he would have to hunt and he was a little saddened at the thought.

The egg held nothing inside but a small paper and Jongho frowned at that. He figured that something would have been hidden inside of it, instead of just the papers which had been leading him around town. He smoothed out the little paper with his thumb and cocked his head at the words written.

“Go get the door?” As soon as he spoke, three knocks sounded at the front door. His heart began to speed up in anticipation, especially as he heard small giggles as he entered the living room once again. This was way too well planned out for the members to have accomplished. He stalked slowly towards the door, reaching up so he could look through the peephole; but whoever was on the other side covered it entirely. Taking in a deep breath, anxious to whatever was on the other side of the door, he opened it.

He almost passed out on the spot. There you stood, with your brilliant smile on your face and excitement in your eyes. It had been a few months since he had last seen you in person, and he almost didn’t believe it was you until you laughed. So sweet, so melodic and so very you. The very sound he was so infatuated and in love with; and it moved him out of shock and into tears.

“You’d make a cute Easter bunny.” You chuckled and he let out a shaky laugh, before wrapping you up in one of the tightest hugs you had ever shared. It being second only to the hug you shared after his debut stage.

He wrapped you up in his arms, picking you up slightly from the ground and burying his face in your neck. His hands dug into your waist, not painfully more like he couldn’t believe that you were real and here; snaking your hands up and around his shoulders. Tear drops could be felt against you neck and held him a little closer, brushing your hands threw the hair you missed playing with.

You leaned your head against his, a happy smile on your face as you dragged your fingers lightly across his scalp, “I didn’t think you’d cry over me.”

“God i’ve missed you, y/n.” He mumbled, his hot breath against your neck sending small shivers down your spine, as he loosened his grip on your slightly.

You pressed a light kiss to his temple and he straightened up, taking a look into your eyes. Now you could see his eyes, brimming with tears and some streaks lining his cheeks; contrasting with the beaming smile on his face. He pulled you close now, so your foreheads touched and there was barely any air between you two, and he grinned. “Don’t I get a real kiss? I mean you did make me trek across town for this little hunt?”

You frowned slightly and furrowed your brows, “Across town? I told the boys to keep it in the dorm?”

Jongho laughed, and shook his head. Of course they would pull something like this. They were never satisfied with the bare minimum. “Of course you did.”

You smiled along with him and closed the gap between the two of you. The kiss was certainly was you two wanted, after being apart of for so many months. It was more a smile against smile than a real kiss, the two of you unable to contain your merriment.

.“Yes! We got it! That’s going in the wedding book for sure!” A chorus of voices broke the two of you away from each other. Both you and Jongho shook your heads as you looked back, all of the boys now behind you and filming the scene. Jongho gave them a small glare and they laughed, before backing off though they gave plenty of teasing stares.

Jongho laughed a little more before turning back to you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead that made you smile, “I suppose I can come to like Easter a little more.. Especially if it’s like this.”

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One More Night. Pt 11

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Pairing: Kim Hongjoong / fem!Reader

Chapter: 11/14

Genre: Mutual pining, canon compliant, fluffy af, angsty af, suggestive, teasing and filled with that good shit that everyone loves

Words in this chapter: 5947

“I talked with him yesterday” Seonghwa stood next to me the following day, speaking up, without looking at me and only loud enough so that I heard him as we stood a bit to the side. I’d noticed him when he’d came to stand beside me a few minutes earlier but his words were still completely out of the blue and I looked over at him for a few seconds in surprise while we waited for the signal to start walking out of the airport, knowing that he talked about Hongjoong without even asking. I wet my lips as my gaze rested on the faint red soft mess of hair a few steps in front of us, a headband over his forehead and eyes watching the ground as he swayed back and forth slightly, deep in thought with headphones in his ears. “He loves you; you know…” The eldest hyung continued and I nodded, my lips pursed as I looked away again from the man who held my heart, “And he doesn’t say those words lightly, barely says them to us at all but he couldn’t stop himself from rambling it over and over when we talked. He’s hurt… you are his first true love after all, his love for music excluded” I met Seonghwa’s eyes quickly, feeling my cheeks burn and he gave me a sad smile, “You need to solve this, leave us at the dorm as soon as we get back and take him to his real home, not necessary your apartment- but to you, with you, where his heart is. You deserve to be happy noona, you both do” He looked away and sighed as the queue started to move and my heart squeezed with the anxious weight of his words as we walked and then jumped into the cars that waited on the other side. .. My own car was parked exactly where I left it, in the parking space connected with the boys’ dorm. I reached out my hand and took a hold of Hongjoongs jacket, just as he was about to join the others and he gave me a confused look, taking out the headphones for the first time since we’d sat down in the airplane in Japan, “Come with me” I begged, and he looked down where my hand gripped the black fabric before he looked back at his hyung who raised his brows, urging him without using any words that he should do as I asked. Hongjoong scoffed slightly but didn’t argue as he took his seat next to me, like he’d done so many times before and I drove us to my apartment in silence, parked, walked up the stairs and unlocked my front door, unable to get rid of the heavy feeling I had in my throat, like I’d swallowed an uneven boulder and it had gotten stuck in my throat, slashing up and wounding my insides, tears of defeat collected in the corners of my eyes as we entered and I locked behind me like I always did. “This is it then?” I asked, taking a shaky breath, almost chuckling in disbelief of how much had changed these last days as I watched my feet, standing frozen on the tiles in my hallway after I’d taken off my shoes. It was like we were strangers again and Hongjoong sighed as he rolled his eyes, hooked my arm with his and I looked at him with confusion as we entered my bedroom and sat me down on the bed, “Lie down” He said simply but I didn’t comply, sick of the way he’d been ordering me around since the day I started working with him, and even though it had mostly been out of love, teasing and joking around in the past, I couldn’t take it right now. I just didn’t have the energy. “I don’t know if you’re flirting or trying to start a fight, but I don’t want to. We need to talk and I’m tired of you acting like this whenever you meet some sort of obstacle in your life. You just turn off completely, not talking to me, not talking to your members. I want to solve this thing between us, I want us to be how we’ve always been” I begged, and he sat down next to me instead, rubbed his eyes, tiredly. “Well, you kinda fucked that up when you basically said that my love for you is a lost cause” He said and clicked his tongue, jaw clenching as he fiddled with his clothes. I pinched the bridge of my nose and felt myself losing it again. I didn’t think of myself as an aggressive person. I’d never actually hit someone, but I’d definitely had a flash of a violent thought here and there and this was one of those moments. I clenched my fist and felt my entire body tense up for a second as furious anger boiled in my system again. “I’m sorry I let you down then, Joong” I fought to keep my voice calm, but it still cracked as I tried to swallow down the tears that threatened to make an appearance, “I’m sorry that I fell for your amazing charm, your perfect fucking body, the way only you could make me smile in the darkest, loneliest moments in my miserable life ever since we started working together. I’m so, so fucking sorry that I actually had the audacity to hope that you felt the same and then get overjoyed when you actually did, and it works, the sweet kisses, the way we only touch ourselves to get off. For now. But we both want more, right? And how do you think that will work out? How could you ever expect that I, a normal girl to ever, ever get away with dating you? Huh? How do you expect that? Do you really, really think that Ateez will have a chance to properly break through the market in any part of the world if the leader of the group is dating his stylist? I’m employed by the same company as you and you’re my client, it’s just morally wrong in the eyes of so many and a scandal you’ll never be able to break free from…” I cried, sobbing as I tried my hardest not to raise my voice at him and he wet his lips when I finished, swallowed hard and then nodded, “Then don’t” He said and my heart broke into a million pieces, and I audibly choked on my breath, croaked forth a, “What?” between broken sobs, tears falling uncontrollably from my cheeks and I felt sick from anxiety, his lack of reaction to my sorrow made me want to puke. “Just quit, stop coming up with the fucked-up reason that you are company owned. Freelance and I’ll pay you out of my own pocket” He said, jaws tensed and I looked at him confused, “I’m the reason why we’re in the situation after all” He continued, dangerously calm, almost seeming older than me with his logical and calculated words instead of hysterical crying and I felt a hinge of embarrassment as I wiped my tears, “I’m the one who should be sorry” He shrugged, “I’m the one who has been pushing you, both mentally tormenting you with my naughty words in inappropriate situations and pressing up on you when you might not have wanted me so close, pursuing you even after you’ve begged me to stop… I’ve been rude to you in difficult situations, jealous, envious of the people that own your friendship as well. Like a green-eyed monster, greedy and selfish and wanting you all to myself. Hell… I almost thought about quitting the company because the whole feud between San and me seemed so never ending that I just wanted to run away, scared that I’d do something I’d regret if he ever came close to you again ” He sighed and shook his head to the memories he talked about, eyes on his clasped hands in his lap, “I can stop completely, If you want to. Talking about San, he’s still interested to have you as his stylist, if you’d have him instead. I can step down; I can stop tormenting you” My lips were on his in a heartbeat, making him shut up just after he finished his sentence and my heart sang with happiness when he gasped in surprise as I tackled him on the bed, making him lie down on his back while straddling his lower belly. My hands quickly found their familiar spot in his hair and I pulled on it hard, causing him to inhale sharply in surprise before he met my lips again. “Babe, I…” He tried to talk between the wet sloppy kisses but I didn’t let him, tired of feeling distraught, tired of feeling like I was shattered into a thousand pieces, desperately just needed to be mended back together with his body against mine. “I love you” I said and he smiled against my lips, the first smile of that day and I inhaled sharply as he repeated my words, his hands on my hips, right where they belonged and I paused, broke the kiss and sat back up slightly, “Say it again” I asked and gulped as I watched him, lips a bit swollen from my sudden attack, hair tousled from my yearning fingers and chest heaving underneath me, looking up on me with the corners of his lips upwards in that wonderful smile he seemed to save only for me. I still found it hard to believe that he was actually real sometimes, not only willing to put his hands on me in the ways I craved but loving the feeling of my skin against his just as much as I did. Brows furrowed, like my touch was burning him when I moved a strand of hair from his forehead, before I removed the headband completely and let his hair spill out like an auburn aura around his head against my cream coloured sheets. “I love you” He repeated again, and I inhaled sharply, taking his words to my heart, the tips of my fingers caressed down his face to his cheek, following the edge of his chin, down his neck and the quick beating of his pulse, “Again” I demanded and indulged in the way he took a controlled breath when I unzipped the shirt he wore, revealing an oversized tank-top before my hands splayed on his chest instead, “I love you” He placed a hand on my cheek, and I leaned into it, my eyes still locked with his. “Again” I whispered now, so deeply lost in his eyes that I felt the world around us disappear. Seeing myself mirrored in the darkness of them. “I love you” He replied and smiled, giving me a tender look before he leaned me down to place a soft kiss on my lips, holding me there for a few seconds longer, sighing contently through his nose and my hands reflectively buried in his soft hair again, feeling the silky strands ripple between my fingers as I took a shaky breath. The hand that cupped my cheek travelled back to grab a handful of hair in my neck as he deepened the kiss, as if he couldn’t help but let out the side of him that needed more, opened his mouth to taste my lips, tongue meeting mine halfway as I kissed back with the same heated intensity, knowing how he worked by now. What he craved and how I could give it to him, my body moving against his, flushing my chest against him as if I wanted to sink into him, disappear within him, and I separated my legs further, rolled my jeans covered heat against his hard stomach and he groaned deep at my demanding desire, the sound resonated within my soul and I shuddered slightly as a ripple of desire went through my body. His hand moved again, stroking down my sides until they came to cup my butt and he squeezed hard before he pushed my body further down to nudge against his cock and I swallowed hard when I felt that he was already rock hard, his appetite for me so large that I found it hard to breathe, a gasp left my lips when the sweet smile of his turned lethal with greedy hunger and I couldn’t help but clench my thighs over his hips, excitement pounding in my entire body. “What do you have in mind?” I groaned and he licked his lips, eyes hooded, and my heart skipped as they tugged up in a smirk. “Hopefully the same as you” He said and I bit my lower lip and nodded, my blood boiling hot as he rolled us around and I choked on my breath when my back hit the bed and he sat back up on his knees, digging his toes into the bed for support and pulled of his blazer, the shirt he had under and then finally the tank-top with swift motions, watching me with glazed over eyes as I bit down on my tongue, my stomach clenching hard. I swallowed, almost nervously as he carefully placed his glasses on my bedside table. My eyes never left his body as he towered over me, eyes so dark that the sweet brown I was used to only showed up as a thin line, face already flushed with lust as he leaned down again, shuddering slightly, like he was nervous as well, when his fingers hooked under the edge of my shirt. He met my eyes underneath his lashes, as if he was unsure that I still was ok, but I nodded and the reassured feeling it gave him, lit a flame in his eyes as he pulled my shirt over my head before his attention turned to the shorts I was wearing. His fingers trembled slightly when he unbuttoned them, and I placed my hand over his to still the motion. He looked up again, scared that I’d tell him to stop, “We don’t have to rush” I said softly, stroking over his knuckles comfortingly but he just shook his head, licked his lower lip into his mouth and gave me another breath-taking smirk, “Believe me baby, I won’t rush, but I’ve been waiting for so long, my want isn’t just a want anymore, it’s a craving and I’m planning to give in completely” My cheeks flushed slightly as his well-placed words made my stomach do somersaults and I looked away as he pulled the shorts down over my ankles and threw them aside, almost downright shy when he leaned back on his feet again, watching me with hooded eyes as I unhooked my bra in the back. I fought the feeling of wanting to cover up as I threw the garment to the side. My cheeks burning red now as his mouth fell open and a wrinkle appeared between his brows, eyes teary with lust as a shaky inhale left his lips. My hands continued down to my panties and he closed his mouth and swallowed, reaching out to place his hands on mine to stop my movements, “No, please. Let me” He begged and I paused before I nodded shortly, flinched a little out of excitement as he hooked his fingers at the lining and pulled down, captivatingly slow and I gasped when he finally saw me naked, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped, taking in the sight of me for the first time. “You’re gorgeous. Fuck, I’ve imagined this moment… imagined you, so many times but this is…” He reached out to carefully separate my legs and I clenched my eyes shut, wanting to hide my face in embarrassment when he cursed loudly at my wetness. “Open your eyes, please. I need you to see how badly I want you” He said, voice low and husky, hands squeezing around my thighs and I opened my eyes again, reluctantly and bit down on my lip as I met his eyes, that beautiful pink flush on his cheeks and sweat already collecting on the roots of the baby hairs in his forehead. “I love you” He said again, and my heart ached for him. How could I ever doubt myself when it came to him? How could I ever doubt that I wanted to give myself completely to him? “I need you” I managed to say, and he wet his lips, his eyes soften, and a smile tugged on them, “And you’ll have me, for as long as you want” He said back and I reached out for him, placed my hand on his cheek, bringing his lips to mine, not able to stop myself from tasting him again, like his lips was a wine and I wanted nothing else but to get drunk. He kissed me back with vigour, before he placed hungry nibbles underneath my chin and down my neck. Paused for just a few seconds to unbutton his own pants, pulling them down and threw them on the floor to join the rest of our clothes before his lips were on mine again, and he peppered my body with kisses, his lips soft on my skin as he went lower and lower, kissed the swell of my breast and my fingers buried in the red of his hair when he sucked a sensitive nub into his mouth, nibbling slightly on it with his front teeth, meeting my eyes behind dark long lashes and I moaned, writhed underneath him while he went over the other, repeating the action and I hooked my leg around his waist, needed to feel all of him as he made sparks of pleasure shoot through my body. He growled, low and guttural and bucked his hips into me, the tip of his clothed cock prodded my entrance and I clenched around nothing, so wet and bothered that it actually began to hurt. Almost thankful when he left my boobs to continue downward, feeling like my head was among the clouds when he pressed lithe kisses over my ribs, down my stomach and I sat up slightly to lean on my elbows, choked on my breath when his hands came to rest on my thighs and he looked up, face centimetres from my cunt. “This is the last chance to tell me to stop, because I fear that I won’t be able to, once I get a taste of you” “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop at all” I shook my head fast and he chuckled lightly before closing his eyes and flicked out his tongue, planting it flat over the lips of my cunt before he licked carefully at the slit and I could feel him inhaling with difficulty as he swallowed. Moaning and sending vibrations through my body at the taste, my taste and my surprised gasp spurred him on as he repeated the action before he carefully sucked my clit into his mouth. I was a mess within seconds, my head falling back as I buried my fingers into his hair, pulled on it softly while gasping between hard gasps. The feeling of him, eating me out like it’s the last thing he’d ever do, was better than anything I’d ever dreamed of and only God knew how much I’d actually been dreaming, hoping that the moment would become reality one day and I inhaled sharply as his hands gripped my thighs hard, pushing me down harder on his face, the grip of his fingers almost bruised my skin but I didn’t care, only embraced the feeling as he pushed his nose against my pubic bone. His tongue slipped into my entrance to lick up my juices and I swallowed hard, as his hot shaky exhales send ripples down my spine. “Please, darling I…” I choked forth and he paused, came up between my legs again to meet my eyes, chin wet and eyes dark and he licked his lips, like he’d just had a great meal, gulped when he met my eyes, ready to listen to my every command, “Yes?” He asked, and I swallowed, mouth dry as I was fighting to remember how to speak. “I need…” “More?” He asked, eyebrows raised and I nod, my head falling back against the bed when he chuckled lightly, lovingly at my need for him before he let go of my right thigh and I cursed loudly when a finger entered me, eyes rolling back in my skull and a breathy moan escaped my throat, “Fuck babe, you’re so wet, I just slid right into you” Hongjoong said, wonder in his eyes and voice and I just let out a whiny response, not able to think clearly as he pumped his finger carefully a few times before he let another join and I gripped his arm hard, my breathing hitched as he curled them and tickled that sweet spot inside of me. He paused for a second, scared that he’d hurt me from my sudden jolt, but I shook my head, “Don’t stop” I could only choke forth, feeling a bit pathetic with the fact that I was so far gone already. But he didn’t seem to mind, seeming proud that he’d put me in the state I was as he sighed and I could hear on his exhale that he smiled when I clenched around his fingers as he leaned down to press his tongue back on my cunt, still with his fingers deep inside me, crying out as my back arched off the bed from the combination of his licking and those devilish fingers working up a quicker pace inside me. I opened my eyes and realised my mistake the same moment I did so, meeting his eyes, seated between my legs like he was the only one meant to be there, his red hair tickled the inside of my thighs and I involuntarily clenched around him again, feeling myself standing at the edge faster than I wished. “Stop, I’m gonna come” “Then come baby” He groaned against me, but I refused and scooted back away from him, having other plans in mind. He actually groaned with disappointment as his fingers slid out of me again and I swallowed hard from the sound of it before I opened my eyes again, panting as I came down from the mountain I’d been climbing before I motioned for him to change place with me without using any words. “I… I want to give you some as well, just don’t… don’t move” I said, my voice unsteady and he gulped as I Ieaned down over him, his back on the bed now with his head against the pillows and I swallowed as excitement made my heart hammer hard in my ears and hands tremble slightly. I reached forward, seated between his legs and let my fingertips touch him through his underwear, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as he watched me, his hard cock leaking with pre-cum and my fingers travelled over the underside of his length before I cupped my hand over the head, feeling him twitch against my palm as he melted to putty at my touch, and my other hand soon joined to squeeze softly along the shaft. I rubbed softly along the bulging vein on the underside again, my touch a bit harder now and he twitched again, stomach clenching and I could feel how badly he just wanted to thrust into my hand, but he held back, doing as I wished and just stayed still. My eyes flicked from what I was doing, to his face as he bit his lip, cursed under his breath when I spread the wetness of pre-cum over the fabric, making the spot bigger and bigger. “Please” He begged finally, chest constricted and heaving hard from controlled breaths, lips pink from biting hard onto them and body flushed from arousal and I bit my own lip to stop a moan from escaping as I comply with his wishes and pulled down the underwear with one swift movement. It felt like I wanted to cry when I finally saw him, his cock large and heavy as it flopped back against his stomach, turned upward towards his belly button as soon as it sprung free. The tip an angry purplish red from my teasing and I inhaled sharply as it twitched happily when Hongjoong noticed my enticed stare. “Touch me, please” He begged, licking his dry lips and my eyes lingered on his for a few seconds, his hooded and pleading and I nodded, gulped hard as I felt arousal tick between my legs like an angry bomb, wanting nothing else than just give in and straddle his hips. But I promised myself to make this first time special. I wrapped my hand around him properly, finally, and watched with hooded eyes as Hongjoong’s closed, a deep moan left his lips as his head fell back against the pillows, his back arching slightly to thrust up into my hand, impatiently needy and not able to stop himself and I choked on my breath as I tugged on his length. Dipped my thumb into the slit and he writhed underneath my touch, my name falling from his lips like a mantra, begging me for more. I wanted to praise him for being so good, laid there, thighs shuddering as he took every shot and ripple of pleasure that ran through his body from my touch and I swallowed down the nervous feeling, never really enjoyed being the one so much in control when it came to sex. But something within this moment just screamed at me to take, to claim his pleasure and restrain it. “Darling?” I say as I loosen my grip slightly, “Uhu” He managed to answer, breathy pants escaping his lips, “Am I doing good?” He swallowed, rolled his eyes slightly, like he couldn’t believe what I was asking before he met my eyes again and bit his tongue, an encouraging nod made his hair whip and I smiled as I closed my hand harder around his cock again, beads of pre-cum coated my fingers. “Can I taste you?” I asked, my heart beat hard in my chest and he whined out a “Please, fuck baby, don’t even ask” I flicked out my tongue without another word, and I gave the head of his cock a kitten lick, finally salvaging his taste before I took the head into my mouth, let my jaw fall open and he cried out, twisting my sheets underneath him as I took him as far down as I could, choking slightly at the size and he buried one hand in my hair, showering me with praises as he tried with all his might not to thrust up, stomach clenching as I swallowed around him and I writhed, craving friction, feeling how I was basically dripping. “Wha-” He started as I suddenly let him go again but still pumped him with lazy movements though. I didn’t say a word, and only gave him a smile before I turned in a half circle, straddled his chest and pushed my cunt into his face, gasping slightly when his tongue flicked out to taste me again, without any question and I went back to his cock, took him into my mouth again and moaned when two fingers entered me, sending shivers through him when the vibrations of my moan made him shudder. It was hard to focus, with his tongue licking down between the lips of my cunt, dipping his tongue in to join his fingers and then moaning when I repaid him, deepthroating his cock as far as I could, feeling my eyes tearing up slightly and I focused on breathing through my nose instead. “Baby, I-” He moaned, choked a little as he stopped his movements and I let him go, a small pop from my mouth as his wet cock fell back on his stomach, “I need to be inside you, now” He said, almost like he ordered me and I bit my lip, sat back up and he turned me around with a tap on my hip, making me straddle him the other way, and he sighed before he sat up against the pillows, signalling for me to join him with a flick of his wrist. I sat down in his lap again, my legs on the side of his hips, chest flushed against his and captured his lips with a breathless gasp as he cupped my face with both hands, kissing me like my lips was the reason he breathed and I rolled my body against his, my skin prickling when my lower stomach pressed against his cock and he broke the kiss with a soft gasp. His hands came to rest on my neck as I raised myself up slightly, one hand on his cock and the other on his shoulder, stabilising myself as I guided him to my entrance and kept our eye contact as I impaled myself, agonizingly slowly to get used to the size and I couldn’t help but close my eyes when he was finally fully sheathed inside me, my forehead resting against his as we breathed the same air. “Stop clenching around me” He hissed forth between tight lips and I gasped, “I’m sorry, I just… I can’t help myself” I choked on my breath and tried to move, still adjusting to the size, just a little and his hands splayed on my back instead, making sure that I didn’t lose my balance as I shuddered and gripped his arm to keep him close. He placed a kiss on my shoulder and gripped me tighter, raising my body slightly as he hugged my frame, “You feel so good babe, so tight around my cock. I could stay like this forever, in your pulsating heat” He whispered, and my head fell back as I moved again, desperate for friction, my need for release so deep that it shook me. His hands travelled down to my ass and he helped me as I moved again, lifting me up almost completely before letting gravity do its thing and I fell back on his length again with a choked moan. He repeated the action and I pressed him close to me, trapped my boobs between our flushed chests, my arms around his neck and he nibbled my exposed throat again, “Tell me your mine” He said, knowing the answer but longing for confirmation anyway, before he swallowed hard, hands squeezing my ass and helped lifting my body again, and I choked on a breath, “I’m yours darling, I’m yours. Please, just… more, I need more” “More again? You’re so needy for me, huh?” He repeated, taking the request as a challenge and I swallowed hard before I met his eyes again, and a gasp left my lips from the diabolical fire burning in them. Before I knew it, I was on my back again and he pulled out completely before plunging even deeper into me and I gripped into him hard as he thrusted, setting a pace that made my body shake. My head fell back, and he kept his arms around the small of my back, letting me become putty in his arms as my back arched. “So good, fuck. You’re being so good to me” He gasped out in the crook of my neck, his hands travelled as he sat up slightly, placing one hand on the side of my face, kissed me with a breathless gasp and let the other hand close around my throat and my head fell back again as he pressed his thumb over my windpipe. He leaned back, watching me with a tilt on his head. Placed the hand that's been on my cheek around my waist instead, his fingers digging into the flesh there as he pounded into me, “You like this baby girl?” He asked, voice hoarse and husky, teeth biting into his lower lip as his gaze flicked from my eyes to his cock, “You like it with my hand wrapped around your throat? My cock disappearing within you like that” A shaky, controlled breath left his lips as he cursed, eyes straining as he gripped my throat tighter and I nodded, almost frantically, not able to find my voice to speak. A shaky inhale made his chest shudder as he watched himself disappear around the lips of my cunt over and over and over again, “God, I love you so much” He said, voice so full of affection that I choked on a gasp and his lips were on mine again, my mind cloudy with ecstasy as he moved with me, slowed down his movements for a short while, to just feel me, kissing me with the same warmth I’d come to crave, came to need to even be able to breathe properly, “Are you close?” He asked and I nodded again, clenched around him to tease him and his breath hitched, “Touch yourself then, I wanna feel you clench just like that when you cum” I swallowed hard and his hand moved to rest on my chest instead to stabilise himself as he snapped his hips even harder against mine and I choked on my breath when I pressed two fingers on my clit, tilted my hips down to make it more accessible and separated my legs even further, my head fell back as an even more intense pleasure shot through my body and I only had to rub for a few seconds, he was filling me up so much that it was impossible for me to stop myself, and I was gone awkwardly fast, my body tensing up as pleasure made my brain foggy, pulsing through my body like tidal waves crashing, and a breathless scream left my lips as my eyes glazed over, my hearing blew out and my fingers grew numb. Hongjoong swore as I clenched around him, hard, like I wanted to suck him into my body and he almost stilled his movements completely. “I… can I… cum inside you?” He choked and I nodded, “Please. Fill me up” He thrusted and I clenched around him, spurred him on even faster and my eyes teared over with emotion as I watched when he fell as well, tensing up and buttomed completely inside me, head falling back and breathy pants escaped his throat, and I moaned with satisfaction when I felt him twitching inside me, some of his cum spilling out before he was even finished, his body shuddering against me and I kept clenching, tried to keep it inside me as he pulled out, and he wet his lips before he bit down on it as he watched his creation, the way he’d wrecked my body completely. “Fuck baby” He whispered with admiration as I let go and let his cum ooze out, coating the lips of my cunt, and it was as if he couldn’t help himself as he reached forward to scoop some of it out of me and brought it to my lips. I licked his fingers clean and he sighed with hooded eyes before he leaned down to capture my lips again, tasting himself on me. - I woke up with him next to me that following morning, his naked body pressed onto mine and I reached forward to stroke my thumb over his cheek, happiness bubbling in my belly as I watched him. Knowing that he was mine and mine alone.

#kim hongjoong #kim hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong/reader #ateez kim hongjoong #part 11

[junglekooktrash-blog]

Hongjoong | Save the girl

BAD WRITING (I WROTE IT AT LIKE 4 AM)

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Hongjoong | Save the girl •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Summary: When Ateez move to Korea to go to the college they were accepted to, one of the members stumbles into a territorial sight already taken by another pack and find there pack in a fight with another pack, but, what happens when they accidentally hurt a girl in the process and have to take care of her?

Words: 1,809

A/N kind of a drabble, but, it’s cute and fluffy, the writing get’s bad at the end though bc i got lazy and didn’t want to create a whole other scene, so, sorry about that, but enjoy!

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"Jongho! Stop breaking all of our fruits!" Seonghwa cried, Jongho ran down the stairs Mingi following behind as he held a camera, Jongho frowned, shaking his head in protest as they trudged towards a stressed Seonghwa who was throwing out split in half fruits.

         "What makes you think it was me? I was just hanging out with Mingi!" Jongho fought back, Seonghwa rolled his eyes, "then why does Mingi have a camera, and why were you singing the song?" Seonghwa said, emphasizing 'the' as he cocked a brow at the two younger pups.

         "mingi has a camera because-" Jongho turned towards Mingi, who was now shoving a camera behind him as he scooted out of the frame, "-fine, sorry." Jongho sighed, before Mingi and him trudged out of the room, Yeosang then sniffed the air as i sat next to him on the couch.

         He then growled as he mumbled, "Wooyoung..."

         just as he mumbled those words water spilled out of Yeosang's room, leaking down the stairs, Wooyoung then ran out of the room, laughing as Yeosang stood up and began chasing the pup, the poor kid screaming once he got caught, "Help! Help!" but that was it before a loud sound was heard from the room and it turned dead silent.

         "Hongjoong?" Seonghwa looked at the Alpha with a knowing face, Hongjoong nodded, standing up.

         "San, Yunho, let's go!" Hongjoong yelled out, throwing on some shoes as the two boys came trudging down the stairs, "Let's go buy a special aid kit for Wooyoung and fruit for Seonghwa." Yunho then spoke up, "But we don't know where any stores are...?"

         Hongjoong shrugged, "We're wolves, we'll find it."

         yeah, they didn't find it.

         Hongjoong, San and yunho trudged through the streets, trying to figure out where the nearest store was at, yet, not even there werewolf senses could pick up the stench of that store, unfortunately, there confusion made them completely oblivious to the fact that they were crossing territorial grounds.

         But, the obliviousness quickly ended once they smelled werewolves coming near, there eyes widened as they quickly began running towards the forest that was nearby. The three sprung into there werewolf forms and ran until they could find there home.

         but, they could hear the growling before them, Hongjoong stopped, his four paws forcefully making him come to a stop as the two stood behind them, growling as three werewolves stood in front of them.

         "I smelled new wolves coming into town." the wolf growled lowly, Hongjoong growled back, his ears twitching.

         "I take it you're not going to let us explain...?" The alpha guessed as the wolf nodded, the three sprinting towards them, the three clashed, growling back and fourth and fighting each other.

         Hongjoong jumped towards the leader, making the leader fall onto the ground as Hongjoong bit his fur and dragged him towards the lake, throwing him in there as The wolf stood up, wincing, Hongjoong ran towards him his muzzle snarling as he bit into the wolf's neck.

         The wolf cried and winced, until he no longer made any sounds just then three more wolves showed up, San howled, in less then 3 minutes, Yeosang and Mingi jumped through bushes their claws digging into the ground as they snarled and jumped towards the three other wolves.

         Suddenly Hongjoong winced, feeling a feeling of warmth, he looked up seeing a girl unconscious as one of the wolves growled on top of her, from the looks of it, he was trying to hurt her, Hongjoong growled loudly and jumped towards him, he bit his tail roughly and dragged the wolf back with his muzzle, snarling, as the wolf cried out loudly at the sudden impact.

         Mingi then softly bit hongjoong's tail, mumbling, "come on, we have to go.."

         Hongjoong shook his head, "we have to take the girl! Yeosang drag her with us!" Yeosang's ears perked up, as a sound of discomfort left his mouth, he nuzzled his nose under her back and slowly put her on his back as the wolves then began running towards there home

         "uh, why is there a human girl in our home?" Wooyoung said groggily as he rubbed his eyes and trudged down the stairs, Hongjoong shushed him as he watched Seonghwa intently. The girl was badly bruised and she had been muttering silent things, after a little while he had put everything together.

         The wolves had held her hostage for a while and the reason she was there was because she had been trying to escape.

         Suddenly an angel's voice was heard as he looked at the girl lovingly, "Where...am...i...?"

         "In our house," Mingi muttered, "For some reason..." Seonghwa hit the top of his head making him pout and rub the area that was hit soothingly as he muttered a quiet sorry, Hongjoong shook his head as he moved a strand of hair from her eyes.

         The others watching him quietly as he stared at her in adoration, every thing was silent before Yeosang muttered, "He found his mate before me..." that's when all hell broke loose and The members started screaming, as Seonghwa patted the girls wounds.

       Because of the screaming she had caught onto her surroundings, startled at the chaos around her, she flinched as Jongho broke the last apple in the household, Seonghwa sighed, watching him throw the apple at the wall. He turned towards the frightened girl, "I'm so sorry you woke up to this.." The girl then got up, quivering slightly, "You're...wolves..."

        "Wait-" Hongjoong sighed, "We're not like those...wolves. We just want to help you" he soothed the girls, she shook her head, "I-I want to go home..." she quivered, that was a lie, you didn't want to go home.

        Truth was, being kept hostage by wolves had made you learn more then enough about wolves, so, you knew the feeling, you know who it was and you knew exactly what it meant.

         But that just frightened you even more, knowing you found the person you were supposed to be with for the rest of your life. That scared you to death, you wanted to go home and just live a normal life. But, you knew damn well that, that could never happen.

         Soon enough, San spoke up, "we would take you home," he chuckled, "if we knew where you lived" you shook your head, "no, I-I'll just walk home..." you muttered, but, before you could leave an angelic voice spoke up.

         "Uhm, I don't really think that's a good idea," you turned towards him staring straight into his eyes, making him nervous was he rubbed his neck, that little gesture sent your heart flying, "I-it's not safe, some of the wolves from that pack are still alive...they'll be looking for you..."

        You blushed as you looked down, nodding, "where am I supposed to go then...?" You muttered to yourself, Seonghwa then stood up and spluttered our, "you can live with us!" He suggested, everyone's eyes widened. Including yours.

         You shook your head furiously, "I-I don't even k-know you!" You defended, Hongjoong spoke up, "but, you know what we are, and if you gave us a chance, we could really take care of you..." Wooyoung spoke up, "and, the way you get to know somebody is by hanging you with them longer"

         He had a point, on top of that you didn't have a home. You got kidnapped when you were 16 your parents moved away devastated at the fact that they had lost there daughter, thinking I was dead they got out of the town that made there daughter 'die'

         So, to be fair at this very moment I was homeless. But...how could I trust these guys, I looked up at the eight handsome males, "how do I know I can trust you...?" Yunho smirked, "you don't." All the members shut him a glare, making him cower back and mumble a small sorry.

         "o...okay..." I mumbled, rubbing the nape of my neck and biting my lip slightly, I then looked at Hongjoong, "but, why-" before I could ask a question Jongho spoke up, "who'll she be sleeping with...?"

         "She can sleep in my room" Hongjoong called out, I blushed, "your names?" I asked silently, they all nodded, "this is Hongjoong, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho, San, Yunho, Yeosang and I'm Seonghwa" he smiled, "and you are...?"

         "I'm Y/N Y/L/N," I smiled, "and, are you sure you want me to sleep in your room?" I asked, hesitantly my face turning a little red, Hongjoong smiled, nodding, "I'm fine with it, come!" He urged as I followed him up the stairs.

         Since then, I had gotten extremely close to all these boys, especially Hongjoong, he was one of my best friends, though, I wish he would just ask me out.

         I sighed trudging into the house, throwing my keys down as I set my backpack down as I trudged towards Hongjoong's room to find him sitting on his bed looking at his phone.

        I smiled jumping on the bed as he stared at his phone, I saw him text back and wondered who he was texting so lovingly, I peeked over his shoulder trying my best to look  over his shoulder but, I tripped accidentally and fell on him.

         "Sorry," I mumbled, "who are you texting...?" I asked, silently. He smirked, "you jealous?" I shook my head, "no, I'm just curious" I frowned, he nodded, "I'm texting Yunho. Don't be jealous" he smirked patting my cheek.

        I bit my lip looking at his lips, it's been three months and he has not once told me about me being his mate, it was starting to piss me off. So, before I could think about what I said I spluttered out, "ask me out."

        His eyes widened, slightly as his mouth fell agape, "w-what?" I gulped, now or never, "I know your my mate." I mumbled.

        Before I could process what was happening he grabbed my neck and pressed his lips to mine, I gasped, before I could process it though. The door flew open.

         "AH!" Jongho cried, "NO! THIS IS A CHRISTIAN HOUSEHOLD!" With that Jongho ran out, we quickly parted as I blushed furiously, "damn it. Seonghwa's going to kill us..." I mumbled, Hongjoong smirked, "i don't care" with that he grabbed my neck again and kissed me.

         And that was how I met my mate.

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[thelargefrye]

[ 11:45 pm ]

mafia leader!hongjoong snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. the man that had been flirting with you sends hongjoong a glare before turning and leaving.

“why didn’t you come find me if you were uncomfortable with that asshole?” he’s right there next to your ear and you feel his breath against your neck.

“i-i didn’t want to bother you,” you whisper and he lets out a small ‘hmm’ in reply. hongjoong turns you around and looks you in the eye.

“i don’t ever want to hear those words come out of mouth again. understand me?” you quickly nod and he continues, “come to me whenever you feel anything but comfortable and safe.”

you nod once more not knowing what to say, but luckily hongjoong takes your nonverbal answer as good enough for him. “i’m done here anyway, let’s go,” he takes your hand and guides you through the large party room and to the exit.

hongjoong has you slide in the backseat before sliding in himself next to you. the driver greeting the two of you before starting the car and driving back to ateez’s base. the drive home is silent and you opt to look out the window watching the scenery of the city pass before your eyes.

turning your head, you look to hongjoong to see he was on his phone. looking down at your lap, you see his knee gently resting against your own and you can’t help but feel giddy at the small contact between you two.

what happened earlier was the closet and most contact you’ve ever had with him since your wedding day six months ago. sometimes you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold his hand.

wow since when did your thoughts get all schoolgirl-like?

you lift your gaze back to his face, “h-hongjoong?” he turns to look at you with a blank face, one eyebrow raised waiting for you to continue. “can we hold hands at least until we get back home?”

“sure,” he says before gently intertwining your finger together. “like this?” he surprises you with that question and you nod before looking down at your connected hands and you can’t help the smile that graced your lips.

“your hand is warm,” you say as your thumb gently rubs the back of his hand.

“is it?” he ask and you can hear a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“yeah, it’s nice. i like it,” you reply back and hongjoong notes the happiness in your voice.

“then i’ll make sure to hold your hand more often.”

“i’d like that,” you say softly and for the rest of the ride home you both sit in silence, hands still connected.

once you both finally arrive back at the ateez base, you can’t help but sigh in relief finally glad to be back home. you let go of hongjoong’s hand first as you unbuckle and get out of the car. the mafia leader follows close behind you as you both walk into the large mansion. you head straight for the stairs, not wanting to waste any time to get into bed and go to sleep.

“y/n,” you turn to look at hongjoong who is at the bottom of the staircase, “good night.” deep down you had hoped that he would say more but he doesn’t.

“good night,” you reply back and he nods before turning to head to his office. you then continue to walk upstairs and to your room before crashing onto your bed with a tired sigh.

“he held my hand,” you say happily to yourself as a smile graces your face before you drift off to sleep.

#ateez blurbs #ateez au #ateez mafia au #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #ateez #ateez fluff #khj.