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yuyusboyfriend · 8 months

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⋆ Get On Mic ⋆

pairing: Mingi x gn reader ft. Yunho

word count: 2,3k

content: Mingi likes your, and his best friend's, voice a little... too much and isn't very good at hiding it

warnings/tags: mxm, sub!mingi, dom!reader, switch!yunho, phone sex, voyeurism, possessive mingi, I can't really think of any others, tell me if there's anything else

a/n: just incase, wyd= what you doing ,vc=voice chat, also this isn't proof read so!!! sorry

Mingi: you busy?

You: just finished some work, why wyd?

Mingi: jump on vc lets play, you promised. and the guys miss you

This was the 3rd time this week you had abandoned your 'finished' homework for Mingi. You would've said not tonight as said homework is due tomorrow, but for all the boys? You supposed you could play for a little while.

Mingi had been acting differently for a few weeks, nothing obvious, but you had noticed he had become much clingier with you. "Did one of your anime characters die or something?" you asked the giant that was wrapped around you as you made lunch for the boys.

"Hm? Oh, no, you're just so comfy. This hoodie new?" he grumbled into your shoulder, putting his hands in the front pockets as you tried to maneuver the both of you around the kitchen.

"No it's Jongho's, he said I could borrow it for the day-"

"Wear mine instead." Mingi unravelled himself from you and marched off to his bedroom with purpose, emerging with a hoodie of his own. It was your favourite of his, and he knew it—a tattered grey one that Mingi had owned for years, and he looked so pretty in it; you complimented him on it whenever he decided to wear it. You had actually been seeing it more often these days than you used to.

"Alright Mingi, whatever makes you happy princess" You didn't question his actions; Mingi's clingy days were quite endearing to you if you were honest. He clung to you like a koala to a tree, despite his stature and the fact you could hardly move when he did.

"I'm not a princess y/n,"

"You sure act like one? It's okay to be my princess Mingi, I'll look after you, hm?" Mingi huffed grumpily and slipped his hands under Jongho's jumper to pull it over your head, before realising you weren't wearing a shirt under it. Despite his beet-red face, he slipped his hoodie over your head, and took a step to admire his work; the way you looked in his clothes.

"See that's much better!" He yelled loud enough to smother the noise of his racing thoughts.

"I'm right here Mingi!" You rubbed your ringing ear as he apologised for nearly bursting your eardrum, "You are right though, this does look better. Could you give this back to Jongho when he gets home for me?"

He sighed sarcastically, "Anything for you my y/n." That left you with a weird flutter in your stomach, you weren't used to Mingi using endearing language like that. You wouldn't mind it again, though.

"Thank you, princess!" You laughed and ran away hearing Mingi's heavy footsteps not far behind.

You opened the voice chat to hear Woo and Joong fighting over who got who killed in their last match. "YOU LITERALLY-Y/n! You're here!" Wooyoung yelled down the mic and diverted his attention to you, with a slew of greetings coming through from the boys, Mingi's voice pitching in last.

"You made it," you could practically hear the grin on Mingi's face.

"Here he goes again" Yeosang's voice chimes into the conversation.

"Shut up Yeo."

You look at your screen, confused as to why Yeosang would say that and what it meant; why Mingi's tone had turned deep and icy at the statement, but before you even had a chance to question the situation, Seonghwa beat you to it. "Let's play! San I'm gonna beat your ass."

"We're on the same team??"

After playing a few rounds for a few…hours…the boys finally called a 20-minute break so they could go stretch and raid their kitchen for whatever they had bought on a late-night shopping trip. Well, you thought everybody had gone anyway.

"Y/n?" You almost missed Mingi's hushed voice down the mic, he sounded so soft. You hoped you could go and see the boys after all your assignments were handed in; you missed Mingi's hugs-turned-cuddle-sessions-turned-sleepovers.

"What's up princess, you okay?" your gentle tone sent shivers down the boy's spine. He felt hot when you called him sweet names through the phone, and while he wouldn't admit it to anyone, the way you called him princess got to him. Bad. Like bad in the way that was making him shift in his chair as the fabric on his plaid pyjama pants felt tighter by the second. Fuck, he felt so guilty, letting your sleepy voice get to him like this, but he just couldn't help it. He loved it, he loved the way you made noises when you stretched in your chair, groans slipping out of your mouth-

"Mingi? You there?"

He accidentally huffed a little down the mic, trying to conceal his whimpers as he pressed down into his growing hard-on, trying to gain some friction with the palm of his hand while he answered your worried tone. "yeah yeah,, I'm here. Can you just… talk? Tell me about your day,,, please?" Now that he had started, he just couldn't stop himself from reaching into his trousers now grinding up into his palm through just his boxers.

"Yeah, sure Mingi. So you know that assignment? I actually haven't…." The warmth of your voice spread like wildfires across his burning skin as you told him about… he totally wasn't sure what you were saying. His head was too fuzzy, too high off of your voice that he could barely register your words when he wasn't concentrating.

"Mingi are you okay? You sound out of breath, should I tell one of the guys to check on you-"

"No! No, I'm hh, fine y/n,, c-carry on please" Mingi knew he would get caught any second with the noises escaping his mouth, but he just couldn't help it, he wanted you so fucking bad, he was so desperate for you to just make a move on him after weeks, months of teasing and touching; hell, he had 3 wet dreams and infinite cold showers after he took Jongho's hoodie off your body, his eyes absorbing every detail, curve, scar, blemish, beauty mark—whatever his eyes had access to at that moment.

"Princess. You should've just told me you needed my voice." Busted. You could hear Mingi rhythmically shifting and huffing, his chair squeaking every once in a while. In all honesty, you had caught Mingi doing this a couple of times now, You could always hear the sound of Mingi's hand smacking the base of his cock as he stroked himself to your voice. It lit a heat in your stomach so strong that after the first few times, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from reaching into your underwear and playing with yourself; Slow enough as to not cum on the call but by the time it had ended you'd be writhing and squirming into your mattress. The thought of him taking in your body with greedy eyes any chance he could had your legs shaking as your orgasm hit you like a truck, crying out his name into your pillow.

"Wh- what? What do you mean?" Mingi's movements came to a halt on the other side of the call.

"Mingi, do you think I can't hear what you've been doing? How all of a sudden when it's just me and you, your breaths become heavy? Oh, princess, you're cute." you couldn't help teasing the poor man, you didn't think you had done too much till you heard the giant whimper into his mic, hands moving at a faster pace than before.

"Answer me, baby, tell me what you're doing, please?"

"Ah- I'm… fuck I'm sorry. Just—your voice is so hot, I couldn't help it—ngh" Before you could you heard a phone camera click, followed by a notification on your phone—Oh.

Mingi's veined hand was practically suffocating the base of his angry cock, precum leaking out of his tip. God, it was a beautiful sight that made your mouth water-

"Mingi. You didn't send that just to me…"

Yunho: did you mean to send that to the both of us or should I just pretend I didn't see anything?

Yunho: Either way, Impressive👍

Mingi squeaked at Yunho's messages out of embarrassment, and being kind of turned on at his friend's words.

Right? You like what you see, Yunho? Come join the call again…

You had a sneaking suspicion that they both had a little more interest in each other than just lifelong friends, and while you liked Mingi a whole lot, his best friend was just as pretty. The two of you had also shared some drunken kisses and touches one night after helping a blacked-out Mingi to bed. You wanted to dress them up in matching outfits and parade them around the house-

"Mingi? Y/n?" Yunho cautiously called out your names, his voice more gruff than usual.

"Yunho… help…" Mingi was barely able to get his words out, between the shame of getting caught out, and the way it was making him more needy by the second, his brain felt as though it was becoming mush.

"Mingi, are you really rubbing one out in the call again? You were bound to get caught, this is on you." Ah, so you weren't the only one who had caught onto his antics. To be fair, when it was just late-night calls between the 3 of you, he wasn't sly at all. All the shuffling and coughing to cover up his sounds, and the way he would mute himself for a suspiciously long amount of time with no warning, all to come back with a groggy voice and shallow breaths.

"Again?! Ah-What do you mean again-" Mingi gave up on trying to stop his whimpers and groans between speaking, letting them fall out of his bitten lips.

"Mingi, you could've just told us you needed our help, I'm literally in the room next to yours." Yunho can't help but let out a throaty laugh at the boy's predicament.

"Don't you dare Yunho, if you're gonna touch him then I better be there for it." Your body heat rises at the thought of the two of you teasing Mingi's aching body till he cums for you both. As if Mingi was thinking the same thing, his sweet noises increased with each stroke, one hand reaching up to play with his sensitive nipples. He was so desperate to cum after unintentionally edging himself two times, both of your words mixing with the fuzz in his brain making.

"Guys I don't mean—mean to stop the bickering but—please help,,," Mingi grabbed his phone and threw himself on his soft bed. Since his room was already darkened, the only sources of light emitting from his gaming setup and phone screen thanks to the blackout curtains, he turned the camera on for you and Yunho to see his tired and red face huffing into the darkness.

"Pretty," You heard Yunho whisper under his breath, so quiet you weren't sure if he had meant to say it out loud, but Mingi's little whimper as he rutted against his bed reassured Yunho either way.

"You think so Yunho? You think our princess is a pretty boy?"

"So pretty. Arent you Mingi?" He cried out so loud Yunho could hear him through the wall. He began to beat his cock harder with each stroke slapping his skin louder than the last.

"Oh Mingi, you're so worked up sweet boy, you gonna cum for us?" you whispered sweetly, bringing Mingi closer to his edge.

"Y-yes fuck please I'm so close please keep going" The boy moaned out into the bedsheets, craving his nearing release. He imagined two sets of hands on his aching body, Yunhos larger pair raking across his chest while one of yours grips the surface of his hip, the other dragging up and down his weeping cock.

"Im gonna- I- I need to cum-" You could hear Yunho's breaths becoming shaky and uneven too, the sounds coming from the two almost making you cum untouched at the thought of them getting off to this.

"Yunho, you ready to cum with Mingi? I wanna hear you both cry" You say with a smile, rolling your hips into your pillow.

"Y-yeah, Mingi fuck cum princess" Yunho tried to say in a stable voice, faltering as he and Mingi came into tightened fists, cum streaking against their surroundings. Mingi cried as he spurted white liquid from his tip, what felt like hours of edging coming to an end finally, his orgasm hitting him so roughly he had managed to get cum on his face and the walls from the buildup. Yunhos had been a little less explosive but he had still been desperate for release knowing what his roommate had been up to for so long. After a minute or two of no talking, you checked in,

"You boys okay now?" You approached the situation cautiously.

"Y/n, can you come over? We'll help you with your essay just- please come over?" Mingis's groggy voice pleaded, Yunho carrying on his thoughts.

"I'll pick you up and take you to college in the morning too, we miss you." Maybe it was how soft they sounded in their haze of post-nut clarity, but you really couldn't say no to them.

"I'll be ready in 5 but take your time getting here… Also, I didn't get to cum so are you guys gonna fix that orrrr?" You hear the call end as you finish your sentence and suddenly feel embarrassed.

Mingi: be there in 4.

I'm sorry this is so ass tbh😭😭😭😭 it's done now though thank GOD

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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year

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False accusation.

Summary: They accuse you of betrayal. Little did they know they were making a big mistake.

Word count: 1.5k+

Genre: Angst (good? ending)

Pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

Warnings: Mafia!Ateez, toxicity, distrust, mention of a gun, slight violence (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: my first ever mafia!ateez fic! The request was for a female reader but the gender is not mentioned. I hope that's alright! And the fluff fell really short, like almost non existent but this is how it felt right so it is what it is.. and yeah idk this feels rushed but I’m way too insecure about writing angst so feedback is very welcome.

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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Come on come on come on Your back was turned to the door as you nervously fiddled with your hands. It had already been a few months since you had found out about your boyfriends‘ jobs and at first you were shocked but it was them or going back to your boring everyday life. And even though it was morally questionable, you decided to stay with them.

It didn’t take long until they decided it would be best for you to live with them, to protect you. And although they never told you directly, you knew it was to control you as well.

You had worked hard to gain their trust but recently they grew more suspicious of you. It was that you flinched when they came near you, that you always seemed to hide something and how nervous you were when they asked you what you were doing. You knew it would be troublesome for you if they found out but you were bad at hiding your emotions. Which was not ideal for the partner of eight highly experienced criminals.

Steps were heard in front of your door and you barely managed to hide what you were doing before Yunho entered your room. You turned around, sweat running down your forehead.

“W-whats up?” You asked, nervously stepping forward before taking a deep breath. You needed to calm down, if you told on yourself now it would ruin everything.

“Come outside.” Yunho’s voice was cold, giving you the shivers. He was scary. When you first met him, obviously outside of their work environment, you got to know him as a sunshine, but when you saw him angry for the first time, he was your personal nightmare.

You stared at the ground as you followed him out of your room. You didn’t know where he was leading you but before you could ask, you were pressed face first against the wall. Your heart was beating up to your throat.

“Do not dare to resist.” You whined quietly. You could recognise that voice anywhere. Another member that you rarely knew angry. He had pinned your hands against your back, pressing his whole body against you to fixate you against the wall.

“I promise I won’t!” Seonghwa’s face was right next to yours so you could feel his breath on your skin. “You better keep that promise.” He responded before pulling you away from the wall and guiding you into a room. But it wasn’t just any room. It was the room you had never been allowed to enter. The room out of which you sometimes heard loud voices in the middle of the night.

Seonghwa harshly sat you down on a chair before leaving the room again. You were still in shock, unsure what was happening. It was an interrogation room. The chair you were sitting on was connected to the ground, just like the metal table in front of you. The gray walls were empty and the room generally felt cold.

It didn’t take you long to recognise more familiar faces. One two three…. seven eight. All of them were here. Seonghwa and Yunho were standing right next to the entrance, Yeosang and Wooyoung covered the wall right behind you. Mingi, Jongho and San stood at the opposite side of the room.

Before you could further inspect the room, hands slammed onto the table in front of you.

“Eyes on me.” Hongjoong growled, making you flinch. Fear was filling your body as you looked up to him. He stared right into your soul. This was the room where they uncovered all secrets, where they had no scruples. You were shaking.

“What is it.” He asked, although it sounded more like a statement. You had question marks in your eyes. “You’re hiding something from us. What is it?” You looked down onto your hands, all your nerves were overloaded with impulses. Too early. They couldn’t find out yet. Your plan would be ruined.

“I-I’m not hiding anything.” A lie. A straight up lie. And you could feel that they knew. Suddenly you felt warm air on your neck.

“Don’t lie to us. We’re not dumb, little one.” You hadn’t even noticed how Wooyoung creeped up to you. You didn’t dare to turn around and look at him. His voice shook your soul. Little one. That cute nickname he had given you at the start of your relationship, usually making you feel precious, was now making you feel helpless.

You felt tears swell up in your eyes. Don’t cry, you can not cry. You tried to tell yourself but it had no use. You felt horrible. You had let them into your heart and their distrust was hurting you deeply. But you couldn’t even be mad at them. You were hiding something. And they had made themselves vulnerable too.

“No need to cry love.. just tell us what you’re hiding.” San was kneeling down next to the table, resting his arms and head on the cold metal plate. He was smiling at you. But his eyes were cold. You felt a sting in your heart.

“I-…” Tears were uncontrollably running down your face now. “I’m sorry!” You cried out before burying your face into your hands. You didn’t want it to turn out like this but you should’ve known that they would misunderstand it. That they would think you would betray them.

There was only one way out of this. You had to show them. But reaching into your pocket was a mistake. You heard a gun being armed.

“Don’t move.” You froze immediately, only to look up and see Jongho holding his gun, pointed to the ground.

“Please.. I just want to show you! You need to see it to understand.” Your voice was cracking with every word you were saying. Yeosang appeared behind you, putting both of your hands onto the cold table. “Where?” He demanded deeply. You shivered. “In my back pocket.” Your whole body was tense as Yeosang fished something out of your pocket and put it on the table.

You let out a deep breath of relief as you saw them realize that the object wasn’t meant to harm anyone.

“A bracelet?” Hongjoong asked, obviously taken aback. You nodded hesitantly. You felt the tension in the room slowly disappear.

“It’s for Mingi.” You said, causing him to look up curiously. “It’s the last piece of my.. my present for you. The rest is in the little casket under my bed.” You confessed. Yunho immediately stormed out of the room to see if you were telling the truth, leaving you in an uncomfortable atmosphere.

But as you looked into their eyes, one after another, you saw the instant regret take the place of anger.

“I thought about it for a long time.. I can’t gift you anything that would be obviously linked to me or would connect all of you.” You slowly regained confidence to explain your behavior. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Yunho came in, putting the open casket onto the table. Their shock grew as they realized that you were telling the truth.

A belly chain, a ring, a necklace, earrings, a choker, an anklet and a belt buckle. With the bracelet that was eight pieces. All of them were obviously self made.

You forced a smile as you saw guilt forming in their eyes. The first one to apologize was Seonghwa. He stormed forward, embracing you into a hug. You were still tense but you slowly felt your fear fade away.

“Put that damn gun away Jongho!” You heard Hongjoong whisper aggressively before you were let into the living room. You were now sitting on the couch, all eight of them in front of you, looking at you as if they just commited the most horrible crime. And in their minds they did.

“Listen Y/n, there is nothing we can do to make this up to you.” Hongjoong started talking but you interrupted him. “Just take them.” You tried your best to forget the fear you felt and put all your love into that smile.

You stood up, all your self made gifts in your hands. You stepped forward. The belt buckle for Hongjoong, the choker for Seonghwa, the ring for Yunho, the belly chain for Yeosang, the anklet for San, the bracelet for Mingi, the necklace for Wooyoung and the earrings for Jongho.

Looking at them you wanted to feel love but the shock and pain was still sitting deep in your bones. The atmosphere was awkward, uncomfortable. You didn’t know how long it would take to work through this, the sound of a gun being armed still echoing in your brain. You had never realized how much danger you were in all the time.

But you were willing to forgive them, no matter how much time it would take to heal.

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justaaveragereader · 4 months

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happy new year love!! hope everything is going well 🖤🖤

my dear fellow 2ho lover, could I possibly request like a mean dom jongho pretty please? I've seen dom jongho but always like a pleasure dom or just a little more dominant than the reader. I want like a super possessive, bossy dom. maybe like the reader is just being super bratty and teasing and jongho teases back until he reaches his limit and just snaps (all consensually of course)? pretty please?

okaythanksloveyoubyeeeeeee.

Happy New Year to you ass well my love🖤🖤!! Let me tell you how down bad for this request I was, I almost yelled so loud my roof almost caved in. Nothing I love more than a mean dom, especially meandom!Jongho?!? I got so carried away with this bc I just couldn’t contain the excitement bursting out of me, thank you for requesting this😭🖤 we need more meandom!Jongho👏🏼! I feel like I need a straight jacket after this💀. So hopefully I was able to do him justice🫡. Hope you enjoy babes🖤, okayyyythankyouuuloveeeyoutooobye😚.

Brat

Pairing: MeanDom!Jongho x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: MeanDom!Jongho, Sub!Reader, Degradtion, Spit, Spanking, Choking, Humiliation, Possessive Jongho, Orgasm Denial, Name Calling (Brat..Whore..), Rough Sex, Mirror Sex, Fingers In Mouth, Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Up PLEASE), If I Missed Anything..Lemme Know👀

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You loved to play games with Jongho. Mostly the one where you tested his last nerve, and he’d completely fuck you into next week. He was a very gentle man, but beneath the surface there was always that hidden side that seemed to excite you. So here you were batting your eyelashes, with your hands placed upon Seonghwas upper arm, laughing at a joke that was shared amongst everyone. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jongho, gripping his glass tightly, as some girl at the bar made heart eyes at him.

Did this make you upset? Yes. Did it make you so upset you’d quit poking the bear and upsetting Jongho? No.

The girl lays her hand on Jonghos upper arm, he catches you side eyeing his current situation. Letting a small smirk grace his face, he shrugs the woman off softly. Shooting the rest of his drink down he makes his way dangerously slow towards you. A couple times you lose him in the crowd, turning your head fully trying to gage where he has gone when a warm hand is placed on your lower back. Startling you slightly, but his scent evades your senses, you automatically know who it is, your hand falls off of Seonghwas arm.

“What’s everyone laughing about over here?” Jongho says with his signature smirk on his face, before you even have time to get a sentence out, Wooyoung beats you to the punch, retelling the joke Seonghwa told the group. As his warm hand continues to rub slowly over your lower back, his thumb pokes out, rubbing small deep circles into your back. Letting out a smack of your lips you try to shimmy away, attempting to get closer to Seonghwa. Jonghos grip is so strong, you barely move an inch. Letting a wide smile grace his face, he kisses the side of your head, giving the impression that he’s not completely seething on the inside.

“You better watch your attitude, pretty girl.” He whispers so quietly only you hear. Letting your smile drop slightly, you can feel your body flush with heat.

“Everything okay Y/n?” Seonghwa asks, causing everyone’s eyes to float to you. Nodding your head, you let out a small squeak as you feel his thumb dig deeper into your back. A wave of arousal instantly flushes your panties, trying your best to put on a good performance. You nod, telling everyone you need something to drink from the bar, and how you and Jongho might wrap it up early due to the sudden wave of not feeling well.

Waving to everyone that you would step away to the restroom for a second, you look up and smile at Jongho. His hand drops from your waist, patting you lightly. You briskly make way to the restroom, immediately flinging yourself in the empty space. Grabbing paper towels, trying to pat down as much sweat from your neck that you can reach. You know this time you're in for a rude awakening with Jongho. Little did you know while you made way towards the restroom he was hot on your heels behind you.

“The only person who better be having you sweat like that is me, not Seonghwa hyung.”

Your body does a small shiver, refusing to move your eyes from looking straight in front of you, continuing to pat down your body to dry your skin, you smirk.

“Why? You worried I’m falling for hi-.” Before you can finish your sentence you are face down into the counter, paper towels flying towards the ground. He practically teleported to where you were. His hard cock digging into your clothed ass, his strong hand gripping your neck, keeping you in place. He moved so quick you barely had time to process what exactly just happened.

“What did I tell you about that attitude, hmm? Didn’t I tell you to watch it?”

Prying your mouth open with his thumb, you try your best to keep your mouth shut only to fail, due to his strength in the end. As soon as your mouth is open his thumb is pushing down on your tongue.

“You really want to act up tonight.” He wasn’t asking you, oh no, not at all. He was simply telling you that you were acting up tonight. Gathering a wad of spit in his mouth, your eyes twinkle with desire, with need, with lust. Letting the spit slowly drip out his mouth, just as it's about to come in contact with the side of your mouth, he swiftly moves back, letting the wad of spit land on the cold countertop in front of your eyes. Letting out a muffled whine, he adds more pressure to your tongue with his thumb.

“You're not even worth my spit.” He says through a chuckle, towering his large body over your backside, you can feel his heart thump quickly against your shoulders, you know he’s had enough of the show you put on tonight, and he’s anxious to completely destroy you.

“Maybe you should spit on that girl at the bar, she was practically begging for it.” You say through a breathy moan, an undertone of amusement. You weren’t done riling Jongho up yet. Hearing a low snarl rip from his throat, his hands swiftly hike up your dress, peeling your practically limp body off of the counter, and shoving you against the restroom door. He wanted everyone to hear what he was about to do to you. Shoving your panties down your leg, he stuffs them in your bra. One hand comes to grip the back of your neck once more, while he undoes his belt, letting his heavy cock fall from his slacks. You can feel his pre cum smear across your ass cheeks. Biting your lip you try your best to keep in a moan.

“Oh no, no. You are going to let everyone in this restaurant know just who you belong to.” He growls out, voice laced with anger. He had a point to prove to you, to Seonghwa, to everyone in the party. You were his and his only.

“I shouldn’t even be fucking you in here. I should bend you over a table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

A muffled moan leaves your throat, you can feel your folds get slick with arousal. If this was any other man you would’ve slapped them across the face, but this was Jongho. Your Jongho, and the thought of him having his way with you, showing everyone who you belonged to constantly only made you starve to be claimed by him in every way possible.

“Or maybe I should stuff your mouth full of my cock, leave your bratty mouth stuffed so all everyone can hear is how you suck me off. Show them that your bratty ass mouth can do more than give out slick remarks and flirtatious comments.”

He grits in your ear, tapping his hard cock against your entrance before he stuffs you full of him. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head. You feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix deliciously. He just stands still, hips flushed against your ass, hand coming to swat the fat of your backside that jiggles with each slight movement he does. You can feel his cock throb hard in your cunt. Sliding a hand down his face, he looks up at the ceiling trying not to get too engulfed in the way your warm cunt flutters around him. Moving his hips slowly, he starts with a teasing small thrust, pulling out to where the tip is sitting in your entrance before slamming right back into you.

“You are lucky I’m obsessed with your bratty ass.” He hisses in your ear, hiking his hips up to make sure he’s deep in your cunt, his pelvis flush against your ass. His hand around your throat chokes you, leaving you breathless. Slow and deep thrusts knock the air out of your body with each thrust up.

“Because if I wasn’t, I’d treat you just like the trash you act like.” He spits harshly into your ear, your toes curl hearing him practically spit fire.

“Do you understand me? Or do you still want to put on a whore show for everyone?” Licking his lips, the thoughts of you prancing around, and entertaining another man that’s not him makes his stomach turn in knots. Halting his slow thrusts, he pulls out, grabbing your weak frame off of the door. You look like 8 days of rain, makeup smudged any, and everywhere, dress hiked up to your belly button, panties hanging out of your bra, your eyes are blown like heated glass. It was going to be a long night…

Manhandling your frame he’s getting ready to push you down on the counter, letting out a tisk he snatches your dress down so your breasts pop out, the cool air immediately nipping at the warm skin, you let out a whimper. Smacking your bare ass cheeks, he pushes you chest first on the counter. As your warm skin comes in contact with the cool countertop you let out a loud hiss. Smacking your ass roughly again, he jiggles the meat off your ass in his hands before bending his broad body over your barely clothes back.

“You do realize you are mine right?” He grits out, lining his tip up with your warm, dripping core.

“I practically own you.” In one smooth thrust he re-enters your dripping core. You bump your forehead against the cool tiles, letting out a loud moan that echoes in the empty bathroom.

“You are mine, and mine only.” He grits out, lifting his body off of your back, he lets one hand grip the back of your neck, your body easily melts against his. His hips that are pinned against your ass is what’s aiding you in being able to be kept upright. His hips start pounding into you ferociously. The impact is so strong it’s hiking your body up and down against the counter. Your nipples harden due to the coolness under you, enhancing the feeling you are having. Letting out a loud cry as his hand grips the back of your neck tighter. You can see in the reflection the sinister grin that is plastered across Jonghos face. Causing your cunt to clench on his heavy cock. His hips stutter at the sudden feeling, tossing his head back with the remaining smile on his face, his other hand comes up and grips your hip, pulling you down on his cock with each thrust up so he can get even deeper than he already is.

The sound of your loud, lewd moans fill the empty bathroom, along with the sound of wet skin slapping one another. Your arousal is so slick you feel it run down your inner thighs. You feel the slick covering your ass cheeks as you feel the contact of his skin against you with each thrust. His hand still tight on the back of your neck, he’s got you caged like a hungry tiger that refuses to let go. His hand moves from the back of your neck to the front of your throat. Lifting your body up so your flush against his clothed chest. You catch a glimpse of yourself, and you look like hell. Dried drool on the side of your face, your eyes are blown just as wide as Jonghos, and you know everyone knows, oh everyone knows that he’s in there fucking you into tomorrow.

“Look at yourself.” He says through a chuckle before continuing.

“You look like a whore. Go on, say it.” He says through that signature smirk, his eyes low with greed. He looks like a predator on the hunt, just waiting for you to satisfy his hunger. With one sharp thrust you scream out…

“I am a whore!”

As his hips speed up faster your body practically flops with each harsh thrust, gripping the bottom of his shirt, you feel your body heat up at the feeling of your orgasm beginning to crash through.

“Whose whore are you?”

“Yours!”

“A little louder I don’t think I heard you?”

“I’m yours! Yours Jongho!” Just as you were right at the tipping point, he halts his hips, bending you back over the counter. Grabbing the front of your throat again so you are looking directly at him through the mirror. He wraps one hand around his cock, stroking himself to completion, warm cum shoots all over your ass cheeks. His grip on the front of your throat makes you remain forward so you have no choice but to look at him as he cums. Bitten lip between his teeth, his hips stutter in his hold. You let out a small whine, your lips part slightly, and droop with a frown.

Grabbing your discarded panties from the floor, he wipes his cock off, stuffing himself back into his pants. He wipes his cum off of your ass making sure to get his cum right where your pussy lips come in contact with the fabric. Stepping back, he holds your panties in his hands.

“Stand up, now.”

Gathering all the strength you can muster up, you stand, legs wobbly, you turn around. Adjusting your dress, making sure to cover your bare breast, and hiking it down to cover your ass.

“Put these back on.” Tossing you your panties, you bite your lip. Knowing to not disobey Jongho as you were already walking on thin ice with him. Just as you slide the wet material on you can hear the squish of his cum against your cunt, your body shutters. Trying to adjust yourself the best way you can. As he steps closer to you, your eyes never leave his own. Letting his warm fingers dance over your lower stomach he hikes the dress up once more, grabbing the soiled material, stuffing it between your pussy lips. You let out a quiet moan.

“Keep it there all night.” He places a light kiss on your temple before adjusting himself once more. As you turn to adjust your makeup, he halts your motion.

“Keep your makeup just like that. Since you wanna act like a brat, I’m going to make an example out of you.”

Nodding your head you bite your lip as he steps closer to you, spreading his legs so you are standing in between them even though you are the one leaning against the counter. His lips come dangerously close to your ear.

“We are going to go back to the party, and have a good time. I’m going to assume you’ve learned your place. Now put on that pretty smile, and head back out there.”

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yunhonumeris1fane · 7 months

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Evening • JYH/OT8

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"Hanging out with the guys is never a good idea. Even if it's fun, something unfortunate is bound to happen"

Pairing - bf_yunho x reader, ot8

Genre - fluff

Warnings - none

You loved weekends, it was the only time of the week you could rot in bed and stay at home. But now that your social circle has added up to 7 friends and 1 special case, that you’re dating, there isn’t a thing called peace. You can’t just sit on the couch and do nothing, cause they always find something to bother you with.

“Y/n!” your name is called out by Jongho.

“Miss”

“What did you do?” You avert your gaze from the tv screen and notice Jongho, looking like a guilty little guy.

“How did you know?” He is taken aback. You already know so much about them, it’s not hard to predict them.

“Well…Ehm, Wooyoung broke your desk chair” Jongho spills the tea and is ready to be be scolded, but you keep your mouth shut.

“IT WASN’T ME, IT WAS JONGHO, HE’S LYING!!” Wooyung runs down the stairs in distress.

“No it wasn’t me!” Jongho fights him back and now you’re unsure of who’s to blame. Jongho is typically a self collected person, rarely breaking anything or causing too much chaos, on the other hand Wooyoung…

“Yes it was you!” Wooyoung acuses him, “Y/n, I was trying to fix the chair and Jognho ran away, he intended to make it like it was my fault” he turns to you, explaining every little detail.

“Did you fix it?” You inquire, as Wooyoung shakes his head.

“I wasn’t able to resuscitate the chair, it’s dead, I’m sorry, I did the best I could” Wooyoung pats your shoulder as you glare at Jongho, who quickly makes his way out of your sight, not wanting to be a dead meat.

“Okay. From now on, don’t go to my room anymore and don’t touch anything that is breakable”, You instruct him, walking over to the kitchen, where San, Mingi and Seonghwa are attempting to make dinner. It’s a bad combination, you don’t have high expectations, only hope that the kitchen doesn’t get destroyed.

“To us everything is breakable” Wooyoung comments and follows you around like a puppy.

“How are things here, I hope it’s better” You ask the guys, who are making tonkatsu over rice.

“Everything's good! It’s going to be delicious Y/n!” San exclaims, already drooling seeing the tonkatsu frying in the pan.

“At least one good thing” You sit down behind the kitchen island and wait patiently for the guys to finish cooking. When the pork cutlet is done, Mingi cuts it into bite size pieces, stabs it with a fork and brings it to your mouth. “It’s good, wow” you chew on it, humming in delight as Mingi’s face instantly lights up, happy that the food is actually more than edible.

When he goes back to cooking, you watch them talking to each other while preparing the dinner. It’s nice having people cooking for you, as you rarely had anyone to do that for you, instead it was always you doing it. It’s also fun seeing them looking so girlypop, cooking in a pink kitchen apron. What a sight.

Once they finish with the main dishes, they start preparing the side dishes. You get bored of sitting around, so you make your way upstairs to your room, to see the damage. The chair is not even near to fixable, the seat and the support is completely broken in half, the only thing you can do about it is buy a new chair. As you put the broken parts away in the corner of the room, you hear banging and yelling coming from the bathroom, that’s right in front of your room. It’s Mingi.

“Are you okay?” You get closer to the door, making sure he’s not dying or something

“I’m stuck Y/n, help, I can’t open the door!” He shouts, panicking.

“Have your tried unlocking it?” You suggest, but he takes it as a sarastic remark.

“I’m not that stupid”

“Okay, step away from the door” You inform him and immediately get to action, kicking the door a couple of times, you twist the handle and bam! it opens.

“Waaa, you should get a new door” Mingi walks out of the room, pointing out your poor quality house items.

“It’s expensive, why buy it when you kick it a couple of times and it’s back to normal” You reason with him as he stares at you in disbelief.

“It scares your guests, Yeosang was stuck in the bathroom last week too”

“Too bad. Let’s head downstairs, Yunho and the others gonna be here soon” You suggest, as you head towards the stairs.

“I can’t believe this” He murmurs, as you turn to him.

“what”

“Before you, he used to text me first, now he’s replacing me with you” He pouts, making you let out a soft laugh.

“He’s not”

“He is” he disagrees.

“He still talks about you”

“Reaallyy?” Mingi tilts his head as his eyes soften for a moment, “I bet if we were drowning together, he would save you”

“Why would we be drowning” You inquire, finding his words ridiculous.

“In tears of sadness”

“Who’s tears?” You're puzzled, not catching on.

“In my tears of sadness” He mumbles, ready to walk down the stairs.

“Why would you- AH!” Your question is quickly interrupted by Mingi missing a step and tripping down the stairs. But he’s not selfish, he takes you together with him, as your ankle twists and your butt meets the stairs. And here you are, together with Mingi, falling down the stairs, ever so ungracefully. The thunder-like sound attracting curious visitors in your house. What a great evening.

“what the-'' Seonghwa's mouth drops open, seeing you both sprawled over the floor. Mingi’s grabbing his back, hissing in pain as you’re holding onto your ankle. They show no mercy, everyone except Seonghwa fall to the ground, unable to hold in their laughter.

“Yah, why did you drag me down! Is this a part of your revenge plan?” You punch Mingi in his arm, who is quick to ditch the accusations. He doesn’t say anything, still on the floor, his upper body resting against the wall uncomfortably. You frown at him, still laying on the floor, your head on the first step of the stairs.

And if it isn’t awkward enough, the rest of the rest of the boys enter the house, shocked by the view in front of them.

“What happened here?” Hoonjoong approaches the crime scene with his hand over his mouth and eyes wide open.

“You two okay?” Yunho bends down to check on you and Mingi.

“Can’t feel my butt” Mingi whines, rubbing his hands over his back, to soothe the pain.

“Are you okay?” Yunho places his hand on your calf as you sit up.

“I’m fine, let’s go eat” You push him away and grab the staircase for support, trying to stand up, but the sharp pain in your ankle instantly hits you, making you shiver.

“Your ankle doesn’t look good, you sure you okay?” Seonghwa takes a closer peek at your ankle, it’s bruised.

“It’s hurts but it’s fine”

“Go to your room and rest, we’ll bring the dinner to you” Seonghwa assures you “take her to her room ‘kay?” Seonghwa speaks to Yunho who nods and wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and heading upstairs.

“I could have walked to my room myself” You protest, but he doesn’t listen, continuing his way over to your room, with you safe in his arms

“What about me?” Mingi inquires, hands raised like a toddler's, wanting to be picked up.

“Go help Yeosang and Hoongjoong set up the table” Seonghwa pats him on his head and returns to the kitchen.

“What happened to the chair?” Yunho asks, as he lays you down on the bed, covering your body with a fluffy blanket.

“Jongho broke it, I don’t even know how” You explain, a nervous laughter escapes through his lips.

“I’m sorry, I’ll buy a new one, as a compensation” Yunho offers, but you shake your head in disapproval.

“Jongho broke it, Jongho buy it!”

“If you say so” He smiles, as he takes your hand, his thumb drawing circles on your palm, “do you need painkillers?” He asks, noticing the tight grip of your hand.

“I’ll be fine”

“The food is here!” Seonghwa walks into the room, holding a plate in one hand, cutlery in another. He places the plate on the nightstand, “Eat up”

“Thanks” You smile at him and he leaves to join the rest of the guys in the dining room, leaving you and Yunho in your room.

“Let’s eat and then you take a nap” Yunho says, cutting the tonkatsu and guiding it to your mouth. In less than 10 minutes the plate is almost clean, the last spoon of rice is left, but you’re too stuffed.

“I’m so full” You whine, as Yunho places his index finger on your chin and manually opens your mouth to stuff the final spoon of rice.

“That’s it” He glances at you frowning while chewing the last bits of the meal, “I’ll go eat now, I’ll check up on you later okay?” with that he takes the dishes in one hand and while other one runs through your hair, agressively, yet lovingly messing up your hair.

“Mhm” You hum and watch him leave the room.

Now that you’re alone, you sigh, the ankle pain and the full stomach is making you really uncomfortable. You straighten out the pillow and lay on your side, closing your eyes, trying to fall asleep at least for a little bit.

About an hour passes by and the guys are all gathered in your room. The noisiness coming from them wakes you up from your nap. Once you’re conscious, you feel like the pain in your ankle has gotten worse.

“I think you should get it checked out by a doctor. It might be broken or something” Hoongjoong suggests, looking at your ankle, the discoloration is even more visible now.

“Yah, Mingi you broke her leg” Wooyoung points out, giving Mingi a judging look.

“Jongho's out of cast, but Y/n is now in one" Seonghwa observes the situation, standing by the bed, hands crossed over his chest.

"Dont be dramatic, I'm not in one yet" You scoff at Seonghwa’s assumptions.

"I'm sorry Y/n" Mingi steps forward, apologizing to you. He really looks sad, you want to hug him.

"It's okay, even if it wasn't you, I would have tripped over something anyways. Born clumsy always clumsy" You try to cheer him up, but he still is worried, “It’s okay Mingi” You assure him,

“I’ll take her to E.R” Yunho speaks up, lifting himself off the bed as the others agree.

“I don’t need the hospital” You block his arms that are reaching out for you.

“Then you want your leg amputated?” Seonghwa asks in a firm tone.

You don’t say a single word and give up fighting, as you find yourself in Yunho's arms once again.

After a long hour in the waiting room of the hospital, you’re told the exact thing Seonghwa said earlier, “You will need a cast”.

"But it's not that bad, it doesn't even hurt thay bad" You try to reason with the doctor.

"Miss, if you don't wear the cast, your bones will heal incoretly, leading to even more issues in the future" the doctor calmly explains the situation.

"It's okay, it's only for a couple weeks, it will fine" Yunho assures you as you nod and the doctor together with the nurse proceed with the treatment.

And once you're back home, you're attacked by the guys, questioning you about everything, not leaving you alone.

"Aww, how are you feeling, does it hurt a lot?" San gently pats your shoulder, as he questions you.

"Told ya" Seonghwa and Yeosang high five each other, as they were the only ones that knew for sure you'd get a cast.

"Is there anything you need, ask me anything If you need anything" Mingi clings to you, feeling guilty about everything that's happened.

"Please, give me some space out here" You lift one crutch in the air, as the guys immediately move away, "I would like to go to sleep"

"We'll help you" Mingi and San push Yunho away from you and together help you go upstairs to your room. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho following the three of you as well.

"They just stole your girl" Yeosang glances at Yunho, who is baffled.

"They did..."

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A/n A little drabble based on my recent dream. Also the pic doesn't fot the vibe of the story, but he is just a fine azz man ^~^

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alxtiny · 8 months

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Hi! So I've been having THE WORST headaches of my life these past couple of days (I almost never get headaches so when I do it really takes a toll on me😔) and I was wondering if I could request just a cute fluff with yunho or jongho helping reader's headaches? Thx!💗💗

Headaches | Choi Jongho x Reader

Synopsis: where jongho helps relieve your headache

Pairing: Choi Jongho x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff, comfort

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: will cause Jongho missing hours

Notes: missing Jongho hours 😭😭😭 also thank you for requesting anon I hope you like it !!!

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You sat at your desk, staring at your computer screen with bleary eyes, the familiar pulsating ache in your temples reminding you that it was one of those days again. Your job required you to spend long hours in front of a computer, and the constant exposure to screens had started taking a toll on your health. Lately, headaches had become a regular companion, and today it was particularly bothersome.

"Ugh, not again," you muttered, massaging your temples with your fingers in a futile attempt to ease the pain. You had tried everything - taking breaks, adjusting your screen's brightness, and even using blue light glasses, but nothing seemed to provide lasting relief. It was frustrating, to say the least.

Enter Jongho, your caring boyfriend. Jongho was not only the sweetest person you'd ever met but also a fantastic problem solver. He always knew how to make you feel better, and you were grateful for that. He had noticed your discomfort. He was watching TV in your living room, but he couldn't ignore your occasional wince and sigh from the next room.

He decided it was time to intervene and make you feel better. He got up from the couch, quietly entered your office, and softly whispered, "Y/N, are you okay?"

You turned your head, blinking at the sudden interruption. "Jongho, hey. Its just work, I have to spend so much time in front of the computer, and it's really starting to get to me. I've tried everything to reduce these headaches, but nothing seems to work."

Jongho walked over to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, concern etched across his handsome face. "You don't have to suffer in silence, love. Let me take care of you."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded in agreement. Jongho had a way of making everything feel better. "Alright, what's your plan?"

"First, let's get you away from this screen," he said, saving your work and shutting your computer. "Now, what's your favorite food?"

You thought for a moment, the pain in your head making it hard to concentrate. " (Food of choice) ," you finally replied.

Jongho grinned, pleased with your choice. " (food of choice) it is, then."

He ordered your favorite dish from the best place in town, and while you waited for it to arrive, he set up a cozy spot for the two of you in the living room. He dimmed the lights and lit some scented candles.

Once the food arrived, you both sat cross-legged on the floor, indulging in delicious bites of the delicacy. Jongho watched you closely, a small smile playing on his lips as he noticed your headache slowly subsiding.

"You're amazing, Jongho," you said between bites. "This is exactly what I needed."

He winked at you. "I aim to please."

After finishing the sushi, Jongho decided to brew some hot chamomile tea. He carefully prepared the tea and brought it to you, placing it on the low table in front of you. The soothing aroma filled the room as you took a sip.

"This is perfect," you sighed, feeling more relaxed with each passing moment.

Jongho scooted closer and took your hand in his. "I'm glad you like it, Y/N. Now, how about a little head massage?"

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion as you nodded quickly.

With gentle hands, Jongho began massaging your temples, his fingers working their magic to alleviate the tension. As he massaged, you both started sharing stories.

Jongho recounted hilarious moments with his ATEEZ members, from their misadventures during practice to their crazy antics on tour. You couldn't help but laugh at his animated storytelling, feeling your headache vanish into thin air.

In return, you regaled Jongho with your work stories, describing the quirky characters and absurd situations you encountered in your office. His laughter was like music to your ears, and you cherished this intimate moment of connection.

Soon your headache had completely disappeared, thanks to Jongho's care and the much-needed distraction he had provided.

Jongho leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Feeling better now?"

"Thanks for everything today, Jongho," you said sincerely, titling your head back into his lap and staring into his eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "Remember, whenever you're in pain, I'll always be here to pamper you and make you smile."

You cuddled closer, feeling safe and loved in Jongho's arms. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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acciocriativity · 1 year

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Heyyy can you do yunho boyfriend headcannon as well?

Hey there dear anon 👋 Thank your for the request, I hope you like it 💕

Ateez as Boyfriend's - a JYH & JWY Headcanon

Yeosang and Jongho's version

San and Mingi's version

Hongjoong and Seonghwa's version

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Jeong Yunho (정유호)

You see, Yunho'd be the one to make the first move, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be so flustered by you.

He'll shyly approach you with the softest smile on his cute face, showing his dimples and boom, you're a goner, because come on! Look at him! Still, he wouldn't be aware of this power he has, too busy being mesmerized by you.

He's known to be the one to meet your parents for a reason and he lives up to that standard being the absolute sweetheart he is, naturally, without any effort.

The playful and goofy side of him you got to meet a bit later, when he was more comfortable joking around with you, which it was fast.

He has that aura that makes everyone around him comfortable and he doesn't even know it too.

Him as your boyfriend, it's all about the little tiny things for him.

Since he doesn't have that much free time, you bet he's doing little things everyday to remind you that he cares about you.

He'll always always text you and send you a lot of pictures when he has time between schedules. That mainly means selfies (you can't miss his beautiful face, can you?), but when you got closer to the boys, that would include dumb things they did or silly pictures of them too.

And he would be laughing with you about them for hours after, that's the best part of his day, when he gets to share what happened with you at night.

Also calls and video calls at night, including when he's gaming, just because he wants to feel closer to you and listen to your voice, to him it feels like you're in the room.

Also if you want to play with him or learn about his games? His heart can't handle it!

When he's around, he mainly shows his love through physical touch. He likes to hold your hand, it doesn't matter what you're doing. Also hugs, lot of them when you're in private (he's one of the private boys).

I feel like his second love language is words of affirmation. He'll give the most heart warming compliments out of nowhere, you'd never be prepare for them.

Also compliments you every time he see you, he feels it's his duty as a boyfriend, but he's always genuine with his compliments too, don't you think he's saying just because.

He's very attentive to you. So if he feels like you are sad about something, he'll make sure to compliment you in a way that would make you feel better about it or about yourself.

Now, if you want to fight with him... you won't. He's the collected type. He will quietly listen, because he doesn't want to make the situation even worse and because he doesn't want to say something he'll regret.

But he's also have feelings and he holds the frustration in until he can't anymore. If it's too much, I see him crying and he hates to cry in front of you, it would be a vulnerable moment for him.

After that, the fighting would fade and you, for sure, would have a long talk after he calms down.

Just be there to hold him, please! He doesn't like to show negative emotions to you nor his members or his fans. Sometimes he feels like he can't or he shouldn't.

Now, I feel like his members would be the first people to ever know about your relationship, he'll want you to get along with them and if you didn't have a problem with it, he'd introduce you to them faster through mainly video calls or something like that.

Even though they are all important to him, it means the world to him if you get a long with Mingi. He's the one that has known him the longest, so the fact that Mingi likes you and approves your relationship gives him so much relief and hope for a good future together.

He'll wait a little longer to introduce you to his parents, but that doesn't mean that they didn't know about you and it wasn't because he gave details, it was because of a passing comment from Mingi, that made his mother do a whole interrogation session about you to him.

He'll get scolded for not telling them sooner too, which would turn out to be a funny story for you both to tell.

It was his mother that organized an event just to meet you. Pressure? Nooo. Never. Honestly, she was so excited, she didn't mean to make you nervous, but a lot of his family members would be there.

He'll be the sweetest the whole evening, always by your side and always helping you engage in conversation with his family, until you were less nervous.

For the next 2 weeks, his family wouldn't talk about something other than the sweetest partner Yunho brought home that day.

Back to his goofy side, this man has a lot of energy to spend. He likes to do things, either to go out with you or play games at home or, his passion, to dance, for fun and also practice when he has time.

He'd appreciate any interest you shown to do any of those things with him, specifically dance. If you wanna learn anything, please ask him, he'll be delighted to teach anything to you.

Also if you're shy, just know he would be so soft while teaching you and wouldn't judge at all. And it's ok if you take your time, he doesn't expect you to succeed right away.

I feel like his perfect day with you is a sunny day, you two out of home and together, without having to worry about anything else.

Jeong Wooyoung (정우영)

I have to start this by saying, do you have any idea what are you signing up for? To be this man's partner is the wildest ride you ever gonna be on.

Listen, he doesn't hesitate nor he has a ounce of shame when he talked to you the first time. He's flirty and he knows what he's doing.

But the moment you flirt back? He's the definition of kicking his legs, scream, crying, throwing up and it's so obvious. He's the type to give, but can't take it, specifically from you.

Also if you're a shy person? I'm so sorry, he's a evil little shit that loves to get you flustered because of him, but don't worry tho, he knows his limits.

Flustered ≠ uncomfortable, he is good reading people, so you're in good hands.

I see him as the type to fall hard and fast, but wouldn't let it show to you. He wants to look mysterious and cool. He'd be a little of cold and hot too, but because that's the way he thinks he should act, you know? Not because he's playing with you.

The moment you confront it tho, it's the moment this is going to end, because now he sees it doesn't help him at all.

He starts to show more of his true thoughts and feelings, because he wants to trust you with them and he'd appreciate very much you doing the same.

Now, as your boyfriend, listen, he loves attention and loves even more to give you his attention. Even if he's busy, he'll be there texting you as much as he can. If he has a outing the boys planned, but he misses you? He's canceling on them, not a single thought given.

They may be so pissed with him because he's doing that so much lately? Yes. This may cause San to be so freaking jealous of you, without even knowing you? Yep.

I'm gonna say it, because of this, San wouldn't like you much at first, even though it is all Wooyoung's lack of time management.

But the moment San got to truly know you, when he gives you a chance that's it, this is all gone. He'd understand why his friend likes you so much, you fit right in with their humor and their dynamic, playful and goofy, but also serious and knowing your limits.

You created a bond little by little with San and Yeosang, his other friend that was less jealous, but a little hurt with Wooyoung's lack of attention, nothing against you tho.

Wooyoung is a touchy person, but to be touchy lovey dovey with you, he needs to be close to you. It's his favorite thing, so quality time and touch are his main love languages.

But when he's away, this both things are impossible so he'll be showering you with texts, pics and video calls to fill a little bit of that missing space.

He would 100% bring little or not so little gifts from his trips to you. He always say those remind him of you, he couldn't leave behind.

He'll cook for you when he has more time too. I see him learning how to cook your favorite foods like Seonghwa and you better not insist to help, he'll think is absolutely adorable, but he wants to do that for you.

He'll love to do any kind of activity with you, as long as he is with you in his arms, being side by side sometimes is not enough for him.

Also, he is quite rough sometimes. I mean personality wise, this has to do with the hot and cold thing. With you tho, he doesn't do that much, unless he's annoyed with you. Still, it's not as intense or frequent as he is with the other boys.

He's the sincere boyfriend type, but he knows how to read the room too. If you are looking for a hype up in your appearance, he'll gladly give to you. But if do something he genuinely doesn't think it was right, he's going to call you out on it and I mean, really call you out. He expects the same from you tho.

He does this because he knows you'll understand he means well by doing it and he'll understand when it happens to him too.

If you are on the sensitive side tho, he would be more considerate with his works and actions, don't you worry.

Now, in a fight. Again I'm so sorry. He is like Hongjoong in this case, except he doesn't try to control himself or the situation until he can't, like Hongjoong. No. He doesn't have that ability so developed.

He's the first one to start an argument, most of the time. Sometimes it was supposed to be just a comment, but his tone... No, you wouldn't let it slide. Other times, he's straight up arguing over something petty. He's the definition of being petty.

The thing is, if you don't stop the fight or leave the room (which he wouldn't let you without a even pettier comment), he also doesn't. So it's going to be bad. I see him as the type to not think much about his words on situations like this, it's not on purpose to hurt you.

It's hard for him to apologize first, the part of admitting he was wrong isn't. The moment he's alone, he's thinking about what happened and how it went wrong, while that happens, it's going to seem like he's ignoring you.

The hard part is to actually say the words to you. He'll rather show you through little actions that he's not upset anymore, but if that doesn't work well or you insist on talking about the topic, then he's shallowing his pride and apologizing properly.

(But you have to do the same too, because if you act like you were 100% right..)

About you meeting his family, because you met the boys quite fast. He was so nervous, maybe more than you.

This moment means a lot to him, his parents liking you as much as he does, means a lot, but he wasn't scared. He knew since day 1 they'd like you as much as him, or a least he always say that to you.

That night, after everything happened, he'd have the longest conversation with his mom about you and what he wants of your future together and all of the things he sees for you both.

This man is a true simp when you're not looking, that is for sure.

#ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #wooyoung fluff #yunho fluff #yunho x reader #wooyoung x reader

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the heavenly stars between us

pairing. astronaut! kang yeosang x astronaut! gender neutral! reader

synopsis. you can only hope to see him again in your dreams and hope for good news every time you wake up

genres/aus. space au, kind of? star crossed lovers, established relationship

warnings. none! reader is just very sad because they miss their lover, but there shouldn't be anything to be wary of. if there is, please let me know!

rating. sfw

wc. 3.4k

a/n. FIRST WORK OF THE YEAR 🙌🏼 the flow is a little odd (?) which i aimed for but the ending is a little rushed... yikes... also this was inspired by interstellar because thats my favorite movie and its so good and yea.

reblogs and comments are appreciated! it helps with not getting shadowbanned

YOU HUM QUIETLY, STIRRING THE LIQUID INSIDE OF YOUR MUG ABSENTMINDEDLY. your attention isn’t really on anything in particular; well, not like you’d really have anything to think about when there's nothing here. your eyes trail over to the coffin-like contraption that holds the co-leader of the expedition, choi jongho, through the security camera. you turn away from the screen just as small, repetitive thuds echo in the spacecraft, only growing louder as it comes closer. you don’t look up and instead look out the window, staring at the two closest planets that sit on opposite sides of your ship. you take a sip from your mug when a voice rings out.

“it’s nearing ten. you should head to sleep, captain l/n.”

“i’ve told you to just call me captain y/n or just by my name, TEEZ,” you mumble, your coffee leaving a dull ache in your throat. “and time doesn’t really matter when you’re in space, does it? i’ll head to sleep when i’m tired.” there’s no response from the rectangular robot, so you glance and find it next to you. “TEEZ…?”

“your psychological appointment is in a week, captain. however, as you are set to enter cryosleep before that, would you like to have it now?”

“...sure.” you sink into your seat and hold the edges of your blanket closer to you, lifting your legs and holding them close to your chest all the while your free hand cradles your mug.

“how are you feeling?”

you bite back a scoff, glance at the rectangular piece of metal next to you and look back out the window again, this time focusing on the planet that sits to the right of the ship, a couple of hours away. “well,” you swallow the lump in your throat and sigh, “i’ve been better. can’t say i’m bad, either. i’m just in the middle.”

“do you still have hope?”

hope.

do you… still have hope?

hope that… you’ll get to see your friends again? see him again?

“i, uh, don’t actually know.” the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth and tears prickle the corners of your eyes. still, you blink them away and let out a shaky breath. “i don’t know if i still have hope or if i should have any at all.”

the robot whirs. “well, i can’t say i understand you, captain. afterall, i’m just a robot.”

you snort, “thank you for pointing out the obvious, TEEZ.”

“you're welcome, captain l/n.” TEEZ moves to stay on your other side, inserting a sliver of itself into the controls. the ship turns around, the two planets no longer visible and the wormhole behind the ship coming into sight, the one that brought you all there.

the one that could take you back to your solar system.

“you know,” you hum with the mug pressed to your lips. “captain kim would have threatened to have your humor settings changed. he doesn’t really appreciate your sarcasm, remember?”

“captain kim isn’t on this spacecraft, captain.”

yes, captain kim hongjoong, the leader of the HALA expedition, isn’t on this spacecraft. in fact, he’s piloting one of the pods in the first planet, the one on the left, with doctors park seonghwa and jung wooyoung. in the second planet, the one on the right, captain kang yeosang pilots the pod and is accompanied by doctors jeong yunho, song mingi and choi san.

how long has it been since you last saw them? you wonder that quite often.

“the wait never gets easier for you, does it, captain?”

“no,” your voice is quiet, so quiet that you barely even heard yourself. “it doesn’t.”

“captain, my data suggests that you should enter cryosleep earlier in order to sleep away the pain. well, that is what my data suggests, but my data with dr hong’s psychology input suggests that you should start accepting the fact that you may never get to see the rest of the team again.”

you only hum, “i should, shouldn’t i? enter my cryochamber, that is.” you don’t think you could ever think that—never seeing them and him again. it’s something too heavy for your mind and heart to even accept.

“yes, captain. it is only reasonable for you to do so as dr choi is due to wake up in a few hours.”

“is he?”

“he is.”

your coffee is cold now, but you finish it regardless and stand up, heading over to your room. before you leave the control room, you stop, “wake me up when it’s time for jongho to wake up. i’d like to greet him. it would be nice… to see a familiar face after sleeping for so long, after all.”

“you’re the only familiar face on this ship, captain.”

your lips curl up into a smile, “i’ll have to get dr choi to change your humor settings, TEEZ.”

“you only jest, captain. have a good sleep.”

“thank you.”

“hi there,” you can hear a soft murmur next to you. you don’t think much of it and only stretch your hand out aimlessly. a chuckle follows and you feel a hand grab your own, fingers intertwining immediately. a thumb rubs over the expanse of your knuckles. “miss me?”

“no,” you grumble, “why would i miss you when i see you everyday, twenty-four seven? hm, yeosang?”

“okay, you do not see me twenty-four seven,” yeosang laughs quietly, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose, the metal around it sending shivers down your spine. “i don’t recall ever seeing you in the bathroom while i pee.”

you open your eyes, a pout resting on your face while you scrunch your nose in disgust. “that’s disgusting. of course i wouldn’t be in the same space as you while you go about your business, yeosang. but you know what i mean!”

“do i really know what you mean?” the amusement in his eyes has you huffing and turning away from him while he laughs loudly this time. his hand grabs onto your shoulder, turning your body so that’s your lying on your back. yeosang rubs his thumb under your eye, smiling. it wavers for a second, twitching almost.

you lift your hand, a finger tracing over his eyebrow while a frown pulls your lips downwards. “what are you thinking about, yeo? you look worried.”

yeosang sighs, his hands cupping your cheeks. he stares into your eyes, slowly blinking. “i’ll miss you.” his head dips down and he rests his forehead against yours. you can see his eyes shaking—no, you can feel him shake. “i’ll miss you, y/n.”

a voice rings out and calls your name. you don’t pay attention to it and focus on yeosang.

“captain y/n.”

you blink your eyes open, the image of yeosang slowly fading away until there’s nothing but emptiness in front of you. with your back flat against the small and stiff mattress, you stare up at the ceiling blankly, taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling.

“captain, dr choi is set to wake up in five minutes.”

“five minutes,” you repeat, “alright.” with that, you get out of bed and change into your uniform: a gray suit with black accents. it’s simple—you chuckle as you walk down the corridor and head into the cryosleep room, remembering how dr song complained about the uniform for cryosleeping was too plain and how dr choi told him to knock it off.

“did you remember something pleasant, captain?” TEEZ moves alongside you, stopping right in front of jongho’s cryochamber. the display pad shows his information in blue letters:

DR. CHOI JONGHO | CO-LEADER OF THE HALA EXPEDITION 2025 | PHYSICAL AGE: 31

SLEEP SCHEDULE: 15 JULY 2055 – 15 SEPTEMBER 2060

EXITING CRYOSLEEP IN 30 SECONDS

you crinkle your nose at the year.

it’s been so long already, and you remember it having been 2030 not too long ago. this is the time you currently have passed, but back on earth? you don’t even want to think about it. the cryochamber slowly opens up, frosty air coming out. TEEZ approaches the chamber, “welcome back, dr choi.”

jongho groans softly, his hand wrapping around the edge to support himself sitting up.

“it looks like you already need my help, doctor,” you tease, coming up and resting your hand against his back for additional support.

dr choi scoffs, “and it looks like you haven’t changed a single bit, captain,” he looks at with narrowed eyes, the scowl on his lips turning into a pretty smile, “how have you been, y/n?”

“meh,” you shrug, smiling back at him. “i could be better. how was your sleep, jongho?”

“meh,” he says, also shrugging. “it could have been better.”

you help jongho out of his cryochamber, wrapping his arm around your neck before slowly making it over to the lounge. you fill him on the way over there with what you saw and heard.

“so there’s still no news,” jongho sighs, thanking you as you help him into a chair. you nod in response and head over to the counter, opening the cupboards.

“absolutely nothing,” you mumble. “would you like something light to eat?”

“heavens yes,” he says, throwing his back. “i could kill for some food right now.”

“that’s not a very appropriate thing to say, dr choi,” comments TEEZ. the robot moves and sits next to you and away from the co-leader.

jongho deadpans, “TEEZ it’s possible for me to change your humor settings, correct?”

“that is correct, doctor.”

he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, narrowing his eyes at the robot. “you know,” he starts, “captain kim would have threatened to have your humor settings changed, TEEZ.”

you giggle just as TEEZ speaks. “captain y/l/n said the same thing.”

“well, that is to be expected,” jongho grins and waves his hand about, “we are childhood best friends. captain kang would have said the same as well. we are a trio, after all.”

you snort and agree, finishing up what you conjured for jongho to eat and handing it over to him. it’s silent, to say the least. besides the quiet hum from the HALA spacecraft, jongho doesn’t make a single sound as he devours what you’ve given to him. TEEZ remains by the table and you sit in front of jongho, your chin in the palm of your hand as your mind wanders off to your childhood days with him and yeosang.

“captain, it’s time for you to enter your cryochamber.” TEEZ moves towards jongho, two rods coming out from it, “would you like to send her off, dr choi?”

the look of surprise on jongho’s face would have normally made you laugh, but you really don’t have the spirit to do so. you’re so tired, your heart is pretty numb at this point. all you wish for is to sleep and hope that the next time you wake you’ll hear good news from jongho. for now, all you can do is offer him a smile. “i’m pretty tired after a whole year of being alone,” you tell him, “TEEZ and i think it would be best for me to go into cryosleep quickly.”

his eyes widened even more, “you were awake for a whole year?” jongho huffs upon your silence, “well… help me over there, TEEZ. it’s nice to go into a deep sleep with someone there.”

you feel bad for leaving jongho this quickly right as he’s come back when you’ve done a good job of at least staying there for an extra day or two before entering your chamber. but it’s so tiring, the constant reminder that it’s been more than twenty years since you last saw him and your friends. though you haven’t experienced the passage of time like TEEZ has, the knowledge of it hurts. it hurts a lot, and you know you should start losing hope that they’ll come back, that he’ll come back. you feel bad for leaving him, for wanting to be selfish and continue to hope.

“it’s fine.”

jongho helps you get situated into the chamber. he watches you shiver from the water as you settle onto your back, staring right back at him.

“you don’t have to feel bad… i know you miss everyone. maybe one a little bit more in particular.”

you chuckle, “shut up, jongho. you’re making it sound like i only care about one person.”

he rolls his eyes at you, “you kind of do.”

“TEEZ, i’d like to sleep now!” you laugh. it’s the first time in a while that you’ve laughed.

“roger that, captain.”

TEEZ puts in your sleep schedule, a loud beeeep resonating afterwards. the top begins to close; you see jongho wiggle his fingers at you, “sleep well, y/n,” is the last thing you hear when you close your eyes.

jongho stares at the information on the display pad:

Y/N L/N | CAPTAIN OF THE HALA SPACECRAFT | PHYSICAL AGE: 32

SLEEP SCHEDULE: 15 SEPTEMBER 2060 – 15 NOVEMBER 2065

“see you later, y/n.”

“why now?”

yeosang doesn’t turn to look at you, his gaze still focused on the setting sun and its colors reflected on the lake’s surface. you can see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find the words to tell you what he wants to say. “...we should live now,” he says, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on top of the fencing, “we lost our youth and i… i want to regain it. with you.”

you swivel around and look at the cabin, blinking once and then twice before answering. “we’re finishing our training in a week.”

“i know.”

“and you still want this? we’re the top candidates of their next space expedition, you know.”

“i still want this.” yeosang finally turns around to face you, slowly sliding his arms around you and pulling you against him in a hug. “i want a life with you. i only want to fly with you… just you. none of that matters to me much anymore. NASA, being a pilot: it doesn’t matter.”

you hum, “really?”

“yes… and they have hongjoong, don’t they? and more pilots… they’ll be fine without us.”

life with yeosang at the cabin was nice. you two learned how to plant and take care of crops, learned how to row a boat out into the lake and you learned how to swim after yeosang knocked over the boat on accident, learned how to care for a puppy. he learned to fall in love with little things of life, you learned to love the peace and quiet instead of the chaotic city life you were used to.

maybe that’s why living your married life out in the cabin felt like a dream to you. it was too perfect, too satisfactory that you often worried about things that would take it away from you. yeosang always reassured you that wouldn’t be the case.

but then kim hongjoong showed up with jongho, and that’s how you found yourselves back with the gang on a trip to saturn.

“no,” you grumble, “why would i miss you when i see you everyday, twenty-four seven? hm, yeosang?”

“okay, you do not see me twenty-four seven,” yeosang laughs quietly, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose. “i don’t recall ever seeing you in the bathroom while i pee.”

you lift your hand, a finger tracing over his eyebrow while a frown pulls your lips downwards. “what are you thinking about, yeo? you look worried.”

“i’ll miss you,” you repeat, closing your eyes as you savor the warmth that radiates from him. “i shouldn’t have focused on piloting so much. maybe i could have gone with you to abos.”

planet abos is one of the two planets that are closest to the HALA spacecraft. it’s a planet that is pale blue and has a ring and multiple moons surrounding it. it’s the planet that yeosang and your friends yunho, san and mingi will go to. the other planet, nolla 66, is a white planet with no moon. your friends hongjoong, seonghwa and wooyoung will go to that planet while you and jongho stay on the spacecraft to receive the first set of data they’ll send out. you wanted to go with yeosang, but as a pilot you had to stay while the other two pilots took on the task of flying their pods over to their respective planet along with a robot. TEEZ would stay onboard while TANN and ATEZ would go with a team.

yeosang chuckles, “well, it’s too late to think about that now.” he trails off for a few seconds, “...stay sleeping for as long as possible.”

you don’t know how fast or how slow time flows on those two planets. the plan for you and jongho, as per the three robots’ suggestions, is to sleep for a long time. if there is no sign of communication from either team, TEEZ would wake you up and you would stay awake for a month. at the end of your month, you would wake up jongho and then go back to sleep for five years. jongho would stay awake for a month and then go back to sleep for five years until the next time you wake up, thus starting the sleep cycle.

you press a kiss to his cheek, mumbling, “i will.”

“captain l/n and captain kang, it’s time.”

yeosang instead falls on top of you, holding you as best as he can. “delay departure, TANN. delay it for a day.”

“captain kang—”

“delay it for a day,” he mumbles, “that’s an order from your captain. it won’t affect captain hongjoong’s departure, anyways.”

thuds can be heard, the sounding growing fainter the further TANN moves away from your room.

“yeosang, you have to go,” you chuckle as you card your fingers through his coal colored hair, “the faster the better.”

he pulls back, pressing his lips against yours quickly. “remember this,” he whispers, “even the heavens and the stars, absolutely nothing, will keep me away from you. i will come back because you are my air, the very reason why i live and will continue to live, you are my sun and star.”

one thing you hate about cryosleeping are the dreams. every time you enter deep sleep, all you ever do is dream about him. your dreams will always be about yeosang, and every time you wake up you have to remind yourself that he won’t be there.

so as the lid opens and the cold air rushes out, your conscience slowly reawakens and you tell yourself that yeosang won’t be there. you feel someone flick your forehead. you sigh as you come to your senses, groggily swatting the hand away. you’re surprised when their fingers wrap around your wrist. “hey, choi jongho,” you grumble, “you’re already picking a fight with me?”

a laugh.

the laugh has you opening your eyes quickly to stare up at the man you haven’t seen in a very long time.

yeosang beams down at you, still in his white suit. his hair is ruffled from taking off his helmet, and his cheeks are slightly flushed. when his twinkling eyes stare into yours, you choke up and start crying, holding onto his hand, the silver band of his ring shining in the light of the room.

“miss me much?”

you’re not sure how long you’ve slept for, but you know it must have been a year because your arms feel like jelly. yet, you push past the numbness and throw your arms around yeosang, crying more. he holds you like you’re made of glass: fragile and precious.

“i told you that i would come back to you no matter what.”

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hongism · 1 year

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mists of celeste ➻ 49.5

➻ characters: mingi, hongjoong, seonghwa, san, minho, yunho ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst ➻ word count: 11.4k ➻ rating: m/18+ ➻ chapter specific warnings: talks of addiction & death ➻ pre a/n: as always, interims are completely optional and made in a way to where you won’t miss out on significant plot if you choose not to read! however, i highly recommend that you read them to better understand the full context of the story ^-^

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very important pre-chapter note: at the end of mingi’s pov there is a break. at this point, the story is not happening in chronological order. everything that occurs after that break happens prior to recovering mc/minho from rathmos. then it switches back to after recovering them from rathmos. i think i made it very clear in the narrative but i wanna cover all my bases too so please note that happy reading ^-^

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It’s as the soft wrap over his knuckles sinks into the flesh of the punching bag before him that the door slides open and brings a visitor into the training room with Mingi. It does nothing to stop the pace of his swings, nor does it deter him from his course of action — that being to beat the shit out of an inanimate object, that is — but it does serve to make his senses hone in on the body that just stepped into the room.

Alone.

Laying his hand flat against the bag, Mingi steadies the weight of it before it swings back to him wildly and turns to face the newcomer head-on.

“Do you truly wish to be here, Doctor?” he asks before he even gets a good look at the person. He doesn’t need his eyes to know who it is anyway; the aura of the man is foreign and unnatural to him so there’s no one else it could be besides the new doctor.

“I was in search of the captain, but this’ll do just fine.” His voice lilts a bit, but the sound is grating on Mingi’s ears. “We have not spoken yet. How do you feel about my joining the crew?”

“You’re not Yunho.”

“No, I’m not.” His expression seems to twist in a way that implies he wants Mingi to believe he’s being tentative and careful about this conversation, but the tone of his voice is so directly opposite that that the Berserker sees straight through the ruse. “Is that an issue to you?”

He wants to pick apart your brain.

“You’re not Yunho,” Mingi repeats with more force to each word, “so you don’t know what questions to ask.”

He wants to cause trouble.

“Does that make you feel uncomfortable in my presence?”

Minho, he thinks his name was when Jongho mentioned bringing him onboard and showing him around. He isn’t all too interested in learning the man’s name or anything personal about him, however, when it’s so highly unlikely that he will be around for long.

“I don’t feel things the way you do, nor do I process tonal or visual implications the way you do.” Mingi is at the very least careful in the way he lets the doctor know that he’s not as sneaky as he hopes to be. “That’s your first mistake.”

“First?” There’s a level of amusement to the way Minho speaks, and it grates against Mingi’s mood terribly.

Plaything. Fool. Blood.

“Your second was entering this room alone.”

Blood, blood, blood.

The doctor licks his lips, eyes flitting to the panel beside the door that will let him out quickly, and Mingi feels the first delicious hit of fear radiate off the man a split second later.

“But I won’t hurt you.”

You could. You could kill him so easily. Wrap your fingers around his neck and feel the tendons snap under your weight, feel the bones shift under your fingertips. Think about the blood that would spill if you split him open.

“How gracious of you. I suppose I should thank you for your kindness and mercy?”

“I want to kill you. You’d best keep from acting facetious in my presence because that only makes me want to snap your neck. It wouldn’t be too difficult. I’m certainly stronger than you so I can align your neck to whatever angle I want without issue and violently twist your head so quickly that your neck snaps and crushes your windpipe. It wouldn’t be instant or painless, you’d probably feel quite a bit of pain in that scenario. You wouldn’t be able to breathe at all though, and given how much pain you would be suffering, you would very desperately want to breathe. It would take minutes for you to die, and I would feel none too torn up over it. All that to say, I do not want you as my doctor. I will remain with Yunho.”

“I understand that changing something on such a personal and sometimes intimate level can be daunting. Not everyone is open or willing to change such monumental things. However, as a doctor seeking the best interest of those around him above all else, it is my personal recommendation that you give my services a try. Your personal relationship with Yunho outside of him being your doctor is cause for concern, not because it’s wrong but because it puts a conflict of interest on Yunho’s shoulders.” Minho finds some confidence again as he speaks, and now that the veil has fallen, there is far more honesty to both his tone and expression. It matches exactly what Mingi feels rolling off of him in waves now, every facet matching and in harmony with fear ebbing away by the second.

It makes the voices quieter and quieter, too, until it’s easier to ignore them and push them down.

“If you are honest with me on all fronts, then that’s best for your safety too,” he relays to the doctor quickly. Sharp, cat-like eyes hone in on Mingi’s face. His gaze is similar to San’s in that regard, though San’s holds far more darkness and many more secrets. “Trying to deceive me will only put you in danger.”

“Ah. I think I understand then. My tone, my expression, my emotions — if all three are in line, then… that makes things easier for you?” Mingi nearly laughs out loud for no discernible reason other than sheer disbelief. It took this man all of a minute to understand what took Yunho several years to dissect, with little more than vague threats to guide him to the right answer. “Is that why you do so well in the presence of children?”

Mingi hums his approval, settling with the fact that he likely won’t be returning to the punching bag again today. As he begins to strip the soft wraps off his hands and arms, he takes a step in the doctor’s direction.

“Children have a much harder time lying than adults do. They don’t understand how to deceive or manipulate others’ thoughts and feelings as well either. If they do lie, their tone and expression both match what they’re feeling inside, which would be the conscious knowledge that they’re lying. It all matches. But an adult, an adult can do what you just did upon walking into this room. Feel overwhelming confidence in what they’re about to do, express with their face and gestures that they’re timid instead, and speak in a tone that implies cautiousness and lack of knowledge. You’ve already my file. You know a great deal about me. You did not need to ask my feelings about you joining this crew or my comfort level around you. You already knew, and I felt that.”

“Incredible,” Minho mutters to himself, and the wonder shines through in his gaze too. “Your file did fail to mention the astounding levels of intelligence you possess, although I sense that you do not weaponize it often in front of others unless it’s to warn the way you just did to me.”

“You would be correct.” He sidesteps the doctor to dispose of the leftover wrap in the waste bin near the wall. The man is still a bit in the way, almost blocking the door but not enough for Mingi to be unable to leave, and even as Mingi puts his palm on the touchpad, Minho steps further out of his path. Not out of fear, Mingi notes, but rather some minute level of consideration.

“How truly fortuitous it is that you live amongst such liars and deceivers then.”

The whoosh of the door opening fills his ears with white noise, and it’s joined by a clamor in his brain that spreads distance cheers and clanging metal.

“I expect we will speak again in the future, Doctor. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“The same to you, Mingi. Take care.”

“Oh, and for future reference, you’ll never find the captain down in here.”

“So it seems.” The lilt pushes its way back into Minho’s tone, but the door is already sliding back shut and putting a wall between them. Nails bite into Mingi’s palm as he curls them into a tight fist and refrains from slinging a punch at the wall. Of course he was never after Hongjoong; the man has enough sense to realize that that would have been the last place to look, and yet Mingi fell for that excuse hook, line, and sinker. He almost wants to call the doctor a genius simply on account of how well he pulled Mingi like putty in his hands.

“Everyone in life is after something, Mingi. They will all seek to use you, to lie to you, to deceive you. But I will you the power to fight back. My son, I will give you the power to kill. To fight. To win.”

“How amusing,” he mutters to himself. He won’t lay hands on the doctor as of yet — wouldn’t dare do so without permission from the captain — but should the time come, he imagines it wouldn’t be too difficult a task to snap his neck. A gun to the back of the head would cause too much of a mess, of course, and Spectre would likely not be pleased with having to clean up after him when he could be spending said time with his lover. A knife in the ribs would work too, perhaps, if he wants something more drawn out. The man is a doctor at the end of the day, however, so it would be best to end his life quickly so as to avoid the possibility of him trying to help himself.

Mingi winds up standing at his captain’s door shortly after, and he doesn’t bother knocking at the metal before making his way into the room. The lights are dimmed but not enough to keep the captain from view. It’s hardly a glorious sight either: slumped over his desk with papers strewn about as usual, but also accompanied by an open bottle of liquor near his left hand. There’s no glass in sight, but Mingi finds one soon enough as he pushes closer to the scene. Seemingly, it had rolled off the desk or out of Hongjoong’s hand at some point to find a new home on the carpet in front of the desk. It’s still in one piece, at the very least, though it lays atop a dark splotch on the carpet that makes the room reek of alcohol. Though he could wake Hongjoong now with no trouble, he opts not to for the time being. It’s easier to leave him asleep, easier to see him sleeping and not feel the full weight of everything the captain feels like the worst crashes of a tidal wave against him. So silently, Mingi collects the cork and presses it into the bottle, then picks up the glass tumbler that fell to the ground to add it to the mess on the desk.

“Lieutenant to Captain’s quarters.” The words are quiet enough to not disturb Hongjoong from his spot at the desk. Dragging the lieutenant into this mess isn’t ideal either but Mingi knows his limits. He isn’t suited to look after the captain while he’s in this state, not in the slightest, and he would rather not risk making matters worse by trying. Content to stay until Seonghwa arrives, Mingi drops into one of the armchairs set across from Hongjoong’s desk.

“I’m entirely sober, you know.”

Mingi laughs through his nose.

“You’ve gotten better at playing dead.”

“You didn’t have to call Seonghwa up.” Despite insisting upon his sober state, Hongjoong still seems to struggle quite a bit in peeling himself off the desk. Even when he does get himself somewhat upright, he relies on resting his head against the heel of his hand to keep from falling right back down. “I was just looking through leads and fell asleep.”

“And did you find anything new?”

Hongjoong opens his mouth then closes it just as quickly, gaze turning to the side before he mutters out a half-hearted response, “Let’s wait for Seonghwa to arrive.”

The following knocks on the door are so passionate that it makes Hongjoong sit up straighter if not in shock then perhaps in mild fear because of how enraged the person behind said knocks seems.

“A minute and thirteen seconds,” Mingi quips just before the door opens.

“Are you fucking wasted again, Kim Hongjoong?!”

“He’s gotten quicker,” Hongjoong retorts to the Berserker across from him before moving his focus to the back of the room. “Would you like to come sit, Seonghwa?”

“You… are not drunk.” The tension in the room deflates like air being let out of a balloon, making the pressure on Mingi’s shoulders pull away into something more manageable.

“It’s barely nighttime, of course I’m not.”

The spike in frustration behind Mingi tells him that Seonghwa wishes to say much more in response to that but he holds his tongue instead. Likely out of consideration for none other than the Berserker, and he feels that in full when Seonghwa squeezes Mingi’s shoulder on his way to the other empty chair across from Hongjoong.

“Any idea where San’s at?” The captain’s focus remains honed on his lieutenant like a magnet being pulled in one direction. The question, however, has Seonghwa huffing air through his teeth and leaning further back in his seat.

“Probably fucking—occupied, if I had to guess. It’s late, after all.”

Hongjoong barely reacts to the comments as he busies himself with cleaning a fraction of the mess across his desk. “And? Call him up so he can get back to fucking Miss Occupied quickly.” Seonghwa scoffs. Mingi eyes each paper lifted carefully — each one bearing similar red streaks and scribbled words in ink around words and pictures but that’s the only constant amongst the papers.

“San to Captain’s quarters,” Seonghwa says against his wristband, eyes not leaving his captain even though the favor is not returned.

“Here—” Hongjoong finds a book hidden beneath the rubble of paper and leans across the desk to hand it to Seonghwa. When the lieutenant doesn’t react fast enough, Mingi meets them halfway and takes the book from his captain’s hand to pass it off to his lieutenant in a fluid motion. “Read over that when you get the chance. There are some interesting notes on Fortuna and what’s contained in it. Might be good to have some clue about what we’re looking for when the time comes.”

Some part of Seonghwa reaches out to Mingi and it stabs Mingi right in the chest like a knife. Firm and sharp and like a small needle digging into his heart. But Seonghwa’s face reads no clear emotion, and Mingi hasn't felt such a thing before, so he's lost in a vast sea of unknowns. He isn’t left time to debate it internally either, since San makes a loud and hasty arrival seconds later. Something to ask Yunho about later, he notes to himself.

“Sorry for being late,” the Spectre exhales, and based on his breathing and the amount of time it took him to arrive, he ran to the bridge thinking it to be an emergency. He comes to stand between the chairs where Mingi and Seonghwa sit, one hand coming to rest on the back of each one as he leans towards the captain’s desk. Though the gesture seems casual enough, Mingi can see the quick scan of San’s eyes across the papers and the man behind the desk himself. “Did something happen?”

Hongjoong turns a larger slab of paper — a map of what appears to be the Vida system — towards them with a red pen in hand. He brings it down to circle one of the planets.

“Gorgon. That’s our next stop.”

Silence answers the man for several dragging seconds before San offers a response.

“…Gorgon.”

“There has been talk recently of a witch there,” Hongjoong continues. He pulls back briefly, shuffling through one of his drawers before returning with a tablet. After a few taps, he has another map displayed, though this one is far more detailed and intricate than a simple galactic orientation map. “Sehteno is the most common name brought up regarding the rumors. Small city, rather out of the way compared to other more populated ones. The witch supposedly lives down in the gorge beneath the city, and there’s no direct way to get to her unless it’s through under-the-table dealings. Those won’t be an issue at all. Military is lax in the area and not connected to the Aurum military network, so it will be a sufficient enough place to lay low for a time. Have the crew rest and recuperate on land.”

“What kind of witch are we talking about?” San inquires next. Though Hongjoong opens his mouth to respond, the answer comes from the man on San’s left instead.

“One that is rumored to communicate with the dead. Emphasis on rumored. We’ve looked into her in the past but nothing was concrete enough to warrant a search.” It isn’t as glaringly apparent, but Seonghwa’s tone holds some confusion too, indirect questions for Hongjoong to answer seconds later.

“I have a planet and the name of a city now. That ought to make things easier. A city is better than a planet, and a planet is better than a system. We have all those things and more. Black market dealings are nothing if not a specialty of ours.” The captain’s gaze shifts to the right to settle on Mingi. “I know I’ve asked you this before, but are you certain… you truly want to relive the past in this manner?”

“Is that what this is about?” His heart jumps a bit in his chest, a sudden burst of excitement that he isn’t used to, but this has been a mere pipedream for him for so long now that he never imagined it coming to fruition. “Is she capable of such things?” A true chance laid out before him now, one to settle the score and face the voices head-on. His fingers curl into his palms to curb the trembling anticipation now rushing through his body.

“I have high hopes that the rumors are true, but we do need to be prepared for the possibility of it not working out,” Hongjoong says under his breath.

“There’s always medication,” the lieutenant adds half a second later, keeping the quiet from lingering to any degree, “like those that Jongho takes.” But Mingi denies it with a shake of his head before the man can even finish speaking.

“Those are to dull the effects of what he feels a residual from his ability. There’s no medicine to quiet the voices.”

Hongjoong looks him in the eye, and Mingi stares back.

In that moment, he feels heat on the back of his neck, like that of the sun shining down on him, and there’s a heat clinging to his skin that makes him itch and burn. How long ago was it that they faced each other in a similar manner to this one? When the arena was very real and very present all around them both, when they stood face to face on the bloodstained sands and Hongjoong called for him to survive.

Kill, kill, kill!

Bring us his head, crush his bones, rip his throat out.

Past Hongjoong’s shoulder, residing as a phantom in the shadows, stands a man hunched over so far that he is at eye level with Mingi in the same way Hongjoong is. Dark brown hair greying to the point of obscurity, beady black eyes that reflect scenes of blood and corpses. It’s been so many years since Mingi set his hands around that man’s throat and forced the life out of him. The last witness to his crime of patricide is none other than the Healer, yet even after all these years, not once have they addressed it. He imagined coming to terms with such a loss was clean cut — finished as soon as it started and wiped clean once Mingi buried that body six feet in the ground behind Yunho’s clinic. His father is the last ghost trailing behind him, however, always moving with him and lingering in places where Mingi wants nothing more than to be alone. He’s settled whatever ghosts were left in that arena, and they’ve been quiet for some time now. All that remains is one bloody thumb pointed toward the ground and the raucous crowd that answers the call.

“Captain…”

“She is rumored to be capable of a lot of things if nothing else. I will see to it that she can do something for you.” His captain’s voice sounds muffled, like Hongjoong is speaking through a tank of water and Mingi’s ears are filled to the brim with liquid. Red seeps into the corners of his vision, then his eyes sting.

“I want them silenced for good,” he says through the metallic scent that brushes against his nose now. His mouth moves but nothing comes out. Hongjoong drops his gaze to the desk, and San’s hand moves from the chair to grasp Mingi’s shoulder.

“I’m not sure if that’s something she can do but we will do everything in our power to try. If nothing else, we can try.” His captain sounds certain and confident in ways that Mingi isn’t. “She may have information on where or how to find more Sirens too. The dead sometimes leave a trail that spreads far beyond that of the living.”

Hongjoong continues to speak, focus now redirected and shifted over to his lieutenant, but San is urging Mingi to his feet and ushering him around the chair. He barely has the right of mind to process what is going on, but the Spectre’s touch is so soft and gentle, something barely there in a feather-like sense, and it feels good on Mingi’s burning skin. He squeezes Mingi’s bicep as they reach the door. His palm spreads across Mingi’s shoulder blades when San turns and dismisses himself from the captain’s quarters.

The Berserker isn’t sure where he is or where they’re going, but San remains firmly by his side as they walk through long corridors and empty hallways. He blinks, and he’s returned to his room, sitting on the foot of his bed in a trance and a daze. The bathroom light is on. San emerges, cradled by the fluorescent light. He passes a damp rag into Mingi’s hands, then brings both of his up to cradle Mingi’s face.

“We will find a way to help you, Min,” the Spectre whispers. Mingi is confused as his face is brought against San’s chest, an awkward cradle meant to comfort him, though Mingi still isn’t wholly sure why he needs to be comforted, to begin with.

When San leaves and the door shuts to finally seal him away in solitude, Mingi looks down at the rag laid across his palms. Beneath it, four crescents dug deep into the skin and stained red with blood on each hand. The trail of crimson drips to the floor.

In the corner of the room, that phantom figure makes itself known again.

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“We’re nearing Sombre, Captain.” Hongjoong glances up from his desk to find his lead strategist standing in the doorway, prim and proper as ever with hands folded behind his back in a way that makes his chest puff out. “You’ll be needed at the helm in roughly ten minutes.”

“Understood. Dismissed, Yeosang.” The room falls so quiet that Hongjoong nearly forgets that he is not alone; it’s only the slight stirring from the chair dragged up against the wood of his desk that clues him into the present again.

“I presume your decision is made then?” Seonghwa’s voice grates on his ears with a sharpness that Hongjoong is quickly growing used to from the man. He clenches his fingers hard around the pen in his hand.

“No.”

A sigh pushes past Seonghwa’s lips. The noise would humor Hongjoong if not for how irritated he is because Seonghwa sounds like he’s having to deal with a petulant child and the rather immature parts of the captain wish to cause some sort of distress in his right-hand man.

“We have one Siren. One, if she is not present on this crew. Please do not tell me you are so bothered by a woman that you would set our goals back so far.”

“We need Sirens,” Hongjoong prepares his counterargument internally as he speaks, and Seonghwa preemptively shakes his head. “And we need useful Sirens. What does she have to offer us beyond her status as a Siren? Good with a gun? A fair shot? Hot-headed, brash, arrogant, disobedient, messy, and walking cesspool of volatility, authority issues, and a savior complex. Did I cover all the bases?”

“If we didn’t so actively attempt to deceive and manipulate her, then perhaps—”

“Perhaps she would already be long gone! San alone was not enough to keep her on this crew and you know it!” Hongjoong jabs a finger at the man, pointed and accusatory in every manner. “You were the one to suggest your first tryst in bed with her, you wanted to offer that to her so that she would more readily stay, and more importantly trust you. I’m not at all surprised that you fell for her after fucking her once, and I warned you before you went through with it that your heart would hurt you in the long run.”

Seonghwa’s jaw snaps shut, making the scowl across his face appear all the more putrid.

“I knew you needed her!” In a shocking twist, their roles seem to flip — now Seonghwa’s tone carries a particular whine to it, the kind he uses when he begins to feel the weight of guilt bearing down on his shoulders. Hongjoong debates leaving him to be crushed under it. It’s a thought that has crossed his mind time and time again, each time they found themselves in similar places in the past, but as always, he comes up short of carrying through with it. His duty, his purpose, and the whole reason he keeps pushing forward with this self-assigned task lie within Seonghwa and everything he encompasses. The first lamb brought to slaughter saved by the very hand that sought to kill him.

Reaching across the desk to plant his palm down on the wood near where Seonghwa sits, Hongjoong fights to meet the man’s gaze.

“I am not going to give her what she wants, Seonghwa. You know what happens when I go get her? She will say that she was right, that I need her, that I can’t complete my mission without her.”

“Heaven forbid you actually do, Hongjoong!” Seonghwa gets like this when he’s denied what he wants, and perhaps that fault lies on Hongjoong’s shoulders for always being so accommodating to him and rarely ever denying him those wants in their years together. He’s spoiled the Siren more than he deserves, surely.

“I need Sirens, not Y/n. I need what she is and nothing else.”

“Then lie to her. Tell her it’s for me, for San, for the sake of the crew — lie like you always do, Hongjoong. You’re damn good at it!”

The captain hisses through his teeth. The flare of anger in his gut is too hot to ignore, and his hand snaps up from its position to clasp around Seonghwa’s face. His fingers bite into the soft flesh of his cheeks, palm smothering soft pink lips and pinching them with the brutish metal of his rings. Seonghwa’s eyes are wide and round, carrying far more innocence than is truly accurate to what Hongjoong knows the man to be.

“I am very much of the mind to let her lie in the grave she dug for herself, Seonghwa. What is it we say whenever one of the crew makes a stupid decision on their own? We’ve long since agreed to let them deal with the consequences on their own.”

“Only if it isn’t a matter of life or death! That man will kill her the first chance he gets, the second he’s done with her, the moment whatever purpose she’s fulfilling for him runs dry! But I suppose it’s not any different than how we’re forcing her to live here, seeing as you’re so ready to throw her away the first chance you get.”

“You keep her close because it better keeps her in line. Do not let guilt in now, not at this point after all the trouble we’ve gone through to keep her right where she is! You have been twisting her arm this long. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you have done nothing to properly teach her how to use her Siren abilities. Are you insecure all of a sudden, dear? Think you’ll be replaced? Do you need to be the only Siren useful to me now? How selfish.”

Seonghwa wrenches himself free of Hongjoong’s grasp but it leaves a pretty red swell to the corner of his lips where Hongjoong’s ring caught on skin. The captain wishes to ruin him more, to see the scowl settle in and make his cheeks blot red with fury.

“Captain?” This time, it isn’t Yeosang who interrupts but rather San. Still bound to that cursed wheelchair, Hongjoong can’t look at him straight quite yet. The memory of just how close that bullet came to paralyzing him springs to the forefront of his mind each time he sets his sights on the man. Three seconds too slow, three seconds of horrible planning, three seconds of absolute failure in his position as their leader. Him, the one who is supposed to guide them safely and protect them from harm. One quick glance at the sorry state of his crew as of late makes him laugh at his own reflection. The perfect picture of failure he is.

“Can you fly the ship?” Hongjoong inquires of the man. San surely came in to ask something else seeing as no one called him to the captain’s quarters, but Hongjoong pays that no mind for now.

“I mean — yeah, I think I can?”

“Then…?” Seonghwa is pushing his luck to the limits today. Maybe Hongjoong is feeling some kind of graciousness for once because one glance at San makes the decision right then and there for him.

“If you want to get to Rathmos to save her, you can go fly the damn ship yourself. Get Yunho to help if you have to, but I will not be doing so myself.”

“Hongjoong, this is truly pathetic, are you serious right now?” Of course Seonghwa would take the order at face value with no care for the nuances behind it or what Hongjoong is truly offering for San. When she left, San was incapable of protecting her to any degree because of his injury, and while Hongjoong isn't keen on it, he does know how desperately San adores and loves that woman — as pathetic of a notion as that is in his eyes.

“Is it not you who is being cruel right now? Let him have this, Hwa, he needs this. He can tell her he was the one to convince me and that he was the one to fly us to her rescue even in his current physical state.”

“All because you can’t admit needing someone to be part of your crew?”

“As long as she knows how valuable she is, she will use that to her advantage to act out of line and against me, just as she has been since she got comfortable on the crew. The second she got comfortable, those feelings of gratitude that she held turned in an instant. If I am to break her of that nasty little habit, then she needs to think she is completely and utterly useless in my eyes.”

“No more. Please, Hongjoong. Don’t make me do anything more,” San whispers, eyes stuck to his lap. Seonghwa exhales a quiet sigh and turns his face away. “I-I will do anything you ask of me. You know that. I’ve always done that, but I just…”

The captain finds himself at a loss for words. His most loyal dog reduced to this level of disarray because of one woman? Incredulous.

“Your hand in things is finished,” he says in return, watching the way San’s expression lifts to something akin to relief in the blink of an eye. All that hope placed in the palm of Hongjoong’s hand — it’s intoxicating to see how heavily these men rely on his word. If he desired, he could snuff out that hope for good. “Go fly the ship. I said no more than a week, we need to pick up the pace if we’re to stay on schedule.”

“Thank you,” San says under his breath. He sees himself out quickly after, wheeling himself to the door and slipping out onto the bridge to leave Seonghwa and Hongjoong alone in the room together. Still, it takes quite some time for either of them to speak, and even when Hongjoong does decide to break the silence, the air feels thick with tension.

“I want you to tell her that San has had a greater hand in things than anyone realizes. If she knows how closely he truly works with us both, it will plant the seeds of doubt.”

Seonghwa licks over the front of his teeth.

“Could you consider letting San have this one thing?”

“This one thing?” The rage he felt earlier comes bubbling up again and threatens to spill over the edges. “He can have her as freely as he wishes once we’ve broken her down into obedience.”

“So you’re lying to him now too then? His hand in things isn’t finished — you’re using what he did against him.”

“And what did he do, pray tell?”

Seonghwa is silent.

“I have not asked him to do anything cruel or unusual. I know San. He will do everything in his power to keep her close to him, and it will work. So I have zero concerns about the relationship between them failing. I did not lie. He has nothing more to do for me in regard to her destruction. Anything that happens next will be of his own volition.”

“Are you gonna turn her into the last one, is that it? Because he still has blood on his hands from that incident, don’t think I’ve fucking forgotten. I didn't ask him to try to kill the last one even though Jin was plotting a fucking mutiny against us! The only reason he got away with his bullshit is because you called San off before he could take care of the fucking problem.”

“You'd like it though, wouldn’t you?” Hongjoong tilts his chin upwards a hair to stare down the bridge of his nose in Seonghwa’s direction. “Love being the only one of value to me, the only one special to me, I bet you would kill her in her sleep if I told you enough pretty words.”

“Don’t. Don’t do it.”

“Anyway, if that becomes an inescapable need, I won't have him do it. I'll do it myself if I have to. Speak again when you’ve come back to your senses.” Seonghwa turns docile without much effort on his part but seeing him slump back in the chair in such a childlike manner makes the gears in his brain turn a little bit faster. He leans forward, moving his elbow up to the table in the same motion, and rests the side of his face against his knuckles. “Do you propose another idea, Seonghwa?”

Wordlessly, the man blinks at the side of Hongjoong’s desk several times before deigning to look the man behind it in the eye.

“You’re becoming obsessed again, to the point of derangement. You’ve been spiraling bit by bit for a while now, but San’s… the mission to retrieve San and the subsequent visit to my mother were like simultaneous breaking points. I need Y/n here, on this crew, on this ship, to prevent what happened when Jin left from happening again. I am still your lieutenant, Hongjoong, and I am still on your side as always. Please, trust that I will not allow her to have any thoughts of mutiny, and should those thoughts arise, I will take whatever steps necessary to squash them.”

The captain grins.

“It’s an honor to have you, Lieutenant Park.”

“And you, Captain.”

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He hasn’t been down this far in the depths of the ship in some time. It’s rare for the captain to go further than the mess hall, though he does so today. It makes his mind wander back to times when the crew was far different and not full of the faces he’s grown used to seeing in the past few years, times when he (according to some) was a better captain to his crew. As time went on, so did the need for him to wander from door to door asking things of those who pledged their loyalty to him. He walks with purpose now to one door in particular that has not been used for months on end. It opens before he can even bring his knuckles up to the metal.

“Captain. I thought I heard your brooding coming down the hall.”

“Two days and you’ve made yourself at home already, I take it?”

The doctor, with his fading lilac hair and upturned lips, gives a few sideways nods.

“Something like that. Come in?”

Hongjoong hasn’t made himself accustomed to the interior designs of his crew either, though Minho’s room still holds memorabilia from people long passed that he does recognize. From the knick-knacks on the shelves to the cheap carpet sitting at the foot of the dresser, even the table and set of chairs placed near the wall are old relics of past memories Hongjoong can never let go of. The lines of scars at his hip seem to sting from the shot of nostalgia placed before his eyes. The chessboard laid out on the table is new, though; the doctor must have pulled that out of the depths of storage.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” Either out of respect or an attempt to test the waters, Minho remains standing close to the door as Hongjoong moves towards the table. He sits on the side where the black chess pieces reside, already halfway to knowing that Minho intends to make him play this game, and if that truly is the case, then Hongjoong will make him take the first move. Minho, it seems, is one step ahead of him though. He joins Hongjoong at the table moments later, and upon sitting down and setting his mug down, he immediately turns the board around to have the white pieces now in front of Hongjoong’s hands instead of the black. The captain can’t contain the laugh that breaks through his lips.

“Why give me the illusion of choice at all then?”

“You did make a choice, a telling one at that. Thus, I’ll invite you to ask whatever it is you wish of me before I do the same in return.”

“The point of this game?” Hongjoong wastes no time in moving his first piece forward.

“To learn more about the man whose… delicate care I now find myself under.” Minho pushes a pawn further toward Hongjoong with the tip of his finger.

“What do you hope to learn?”

“I would like to see into your mind a bit, understand your decision-making process, see firsthand how you plot things out for both yourself and your crew.”

“This—” the captain passes his hand through the air in a rather dismissive manner “—game will show you all of that? How can you be so certain now that you’ve told me your intentions? I could easily skew the game in whatever way I like now.”

“Hiding our true nature is a near-impossible task,” Minho says under his breath. As his hand moves down to the board once again, Hongjoong slaps the side of the table with enough force to make the pieces quake under the impact.

“I’ve gone my whole life perfectly that craft. It would do you well to not underestimate me.”

The doctor matches Hongjoong’s stare with a lopsided grin, arms folded over his chest as he leans over his knees.

“Humor me then, Captain.”

It’s easy to fall into the rhythm of the game. Though it’s been some time since he engaged in any sort of activities outside of missions with his crew, this game is one he used to readily play with Yeosang. The Elitist was, of course, the only one who could match his level of play, and still claims the honor of being the sole member of the crew to beat Hongjoong at the game. It was only one time, but one time was more than enough for him to lose a good deal of credits on the bet they placed. Most of the crew did the same themselves — lost thousands of credits to Wooyoung, who was the sole person banking on Yeosang’s victory that night. The memory almost places a smile on his lips, and it likely would if he were not so conscious of the person sitting across from him at present.

“What is your professional opinion of Ghost?” he asks instead to keep the fonder emotions from slipping through. Minho doesn’t startle at the question, nor does he seem surprised in the slightest at the sudden shift in topic. His initial response is through a close-lipped hum. Words don’t come until the doctor peels his eyes off the chessboard and finishes his turn.

“She is very ready to oppose any sort of authority in her path.”

“Do you know why?”

“Hm.” He sits back enough to pull one leg over the other and clasps his hands around his knee. “Because she is used to doing so?”

Hongjoong moves his bishop behind a pawn.

“How do I fix that issue?”

“I speak to her. Often and with the intent to resolve whatever disconnect is present. These cases are very prominent in my field, and many times fellow doctors struggle with the same arrogance. It starts in pride, of course, but in her case, there is much trauma centered around those who have had power over her.”

“Let me rephrase — how do I resolve that quickly?”

Minho shrugs as he takes his turn at the chess pieces, eyes scanning the board for several seconds before he settles on his next move. Hongjoong watches the pawn sitting beside his bishop fall, then he takes Minho’s attacker in quick succession as retaliation.

“There is no ethical way to do so.”

“Then list the unethical options for me. Quickly.”

Minho stares.

“I’m certain you have already implemented many unethical methods of keeping her under your thumb of control. There is no need for me to add to the list, is there?” The doctor lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “I have physical proof of the measures taken to ensure my loyalty. If I did a little digging into that brain of hers, would I find proof of your cruelty too?”

“No. There are no scars there of my own doing. What others have done and will do — how could I have any control over that?” Hongjoong thinks back to Dorado, a fleeting memory that pushes its way in against his will. In his mind, he sees Seonghwa seated at his mother’s bedside with hands clasped over his head as though in some form of desperate prayer from where he had perched in the doorway. How could he have control over that? Before him, his queen lies exposed. He moves a knight into her line of defense without thinking.

“Check.”

He neglected to notice that in moving that knight, he exposed his king to a worse fate. He moves it in front of his queen to escape the check without saying anything, then watches the doctor knock that knight on its side a second later. Hongjoong almost laughs but manages to refrain long enough to move his bishop into its next position before glancing up and across the board.

“Checkmate.”

Minho inhales sharply, and his gaze darts all around the board as though desperate to find a way out of the corner he’s been backed into but Hongjoong already made sure there would be no escape several moves ago. “It seems that you’ve won, Captain.” He sits back as the defeat settles in, leaving the captain to swing his bishop against its final target. The clatter of the ivory on the wooden board is harsh on the ears.

“Did you learn all you wished to with that?” Rather than a straight answer, Hongjoong receives a rather unexpected question from the man.

“What position would you like Seonghwa to be in?”

A litany of filthy thoughts arises and threatens to leave the sanctity of his mouth.

“He’s right where I want him to be.”

“And is that where you consider him to be safest?”

“The closer he is to me, the safer he is.”

“Is he aware of that? Have you told him as much?” Hongjoong stares at the doctor in the hopes it will force him to drop the subject but Minho stares down at the now-defunct chessboard instead. “You hardly made any use of your queen except to protect her when threatened despite having many opportunities to use her offensively. You did not let her leave the king’s side for more than one move, even if it risked other players on your side of the game. Yet — you used your bishop to sabotage and sacrifice some of your own pieces if it meant moving that bishop ahead in the game. That is your telling cue, Captain. It speaks volumes to how you perceive your closest confidants.”

Hongjoong’s hand curls into a fist against his thigh.

“Is it the devotion of man or that which begs worship, I wonder? What compels you of all men to give so much to someone you don’t seem to feel deserves it? Unless… it’s the only thing that keeps that person where you want him? What’s the cost of your religion, captain? Of your faith? What must someone do to be counted amongst your devotees? Your eagerness to bend Y/n to your desires, to have her fall in line with whatever holy crusade you have in your mind… I cannot help but wonder what trials you would have her suffer to earn her place amongst the faithful. You leave me with much to ponder, Scourge. I suppose I ought to thank you for giving me a good game, but — and I hate to be the one to say this, trust that — I do not think you will be the best player I face.”

“He will never agree to play you in this game. I merely did so to entertain you, but Seonghwa has no interest in humoring a fool’s errand.”

“You thought I meant your lieutenant? No, no no, I’m afraid I meant someone else entirely.” Minho laughs to himself, head shaking as he redirects his focus to the floor. “To answer your earlier question, yes, I’ve learned much from this. But I’m left to wonder what exactly it is you want. You are a man who could have anything and everything he wants and yet you are still unsatisfied. What is so unattainable that it drives you to the brink of insanity? Don’t tell me yet — I… wish… to find that answer on my own.”

Hongjoong finds that his initial suspicions upon meeting this man were correct. Beyond the obvious quirks surrounding him, there were more minute details to pick up on from the near-constant swaying of his head from side to side to the slight slur in his tone. He huffs out a nearly inaudible laugh.

“How about we detail my expectations of you?”

“I imagine I don’t have much of a say in the matter,” the doctor says with a kind smile.

“Don’t let her try to play her games with you.”

Minho stops with his hand halfway to the mug on the table and shifts to stare at Hongjoong. He doesn’t try to hide the look of bewilderment painting his features this time.

“Do you fear her being successful for once?”

Hongjoong actually laughs at that, and based on the way Minho’s confusion continues to be apparent, the doctor wasn’t expecting such a reaction.

“She doesn’t need the confidence of success. The only way I am going to get her to stop fighting me is if she continues to fail. Hence—” Hongjoong leans across the table where the remnants of their earlier game linger untouched. Something rattles as he stretches over the board. The doctor reacts like a dog being handed a bone, expression turning suddenly alert as Hongjoong places an orange pill bottle on Minho’s side. “I’ll take every fucking pill off this ship if I have to. Don’t fuck her and don’t fuck around with her. Those are my rules.”

“You are…” the doctor wets his lips. His gaze loses its focus on Hongjoong as something else becomes much more enticing — the little bottle that looks so deceptively innocent in comparison to what it provides. “Quite greedy, Captain,” he whispers. He sits up straight and lunges forward like he’s going to snatch the bottle from the table, but the man opposite him is just as quick to steal it away once again. Minho winces. “I’d like to ask why those are your terms. Something tells me you won’t be wholly honest about it.”

“Desire drives her. Robbing her of what she wants makes her desperate. And when she’s desperate… she obeys. If I manufacture who has her and in what way they have her, then I can orchestrate her destruction, no? The perfect picture of obedience, the way to stop her from fighting me so heavily, to end her attempts to save those who do not need saving. All it takes are a few sweet words and fond glances to have her caving a bit. Imagine what I could do with her full devotion. I hope that is the sort of unethical option you predicted.”

“We have a term for that sort of behavior, Captain.”

“And I don’t need you to diagnose me with anything I don’t know already about myself.” Hongjoong tosses the bottle in his hand across the gap between the two men. It rattles dramatically as it passes through the air, and Minho jerks upwards to grab it before it can slip through his grasp a second time.

“Is this meant to be a reward for my hard work?” he inquires, teeth grinding hard against each other as he speaks.

“You can view it as such.” One corner of the captain’s lips twitches upwards. “But if Yunho starts asking questions, I cannot defend your addiction. He is the one keeping stock of our medications here on this ship after all.”

“You have issues with control. Probably a fear of not having control, which is amplifying pre-existing issues and mental instabilities.”

“Do you want your pills or not, doctor? I for one am not opposed to seeing how you fall apart without them. In fact, I would revel in it. So, tread carefully.” Minho clutches the orange bottle a little tighter. “You are free to do as you wish, but if I find you face down in a pool of your own vomit then my kindness will not last. If you’re alive, that is.”

“I have no qualms with those terms, Captain.”

“Good. Then, I’ll formally welcome you to the crew, doctor. Try not to disappoint me.”

Minho barely spares him a second glance when he gets up, and Hongjoong is all but invisible as he makes his way out of the room. The face that greets him in the hallway is a pleasant surprise.

“Yunho,” he exhales in a saccharine tone.

“Cap—Hongjoong. I was just checking in on San and Y/n.” Yunho’s gaze keeps flitting to the door at Hongjoong’s back now. That simply won’t do.

“Were you?” Hongjoong presses as he moves toward the taller man. “And how are our nesting lovebirds?”

“Y/n is healing well, physically at least. San’s been keeping up with the physical therapy well enough, but you already know that. Were you in—”

That simply won’t do.

“Come up with me, would you?”

“Huh?” Yunho’s brown eyes go a bit wide at the request. It wasn’t Hongjoong’s initial plan, but it was a good diversion tactic and part of him doesn’t want to sleep in an empty and cold bed alone tonight. “We haven’t — since we… with Seonghwa… huh?”

“And? I didn’t tell you to leave me forever. Let’s just go to bed, nothing else.”

“Have you spoken to Yunho at all since the other night?”

Seonghwa's resulting scowl is nothing pretty to behold but he wants to see it deepen further to the point of hatred.

“Of course not. You think he wants to speak to me at all?”

“Okay, um, yeah. I’ll meet you up there? In a little bit? I need to upload my notes and put them in files before I forget.”

“Mind if I stick around?”

“No…” Yunho drags his gaze all over Hongjoong, examining head to toe as though expecting to find something out of place about the smaller man. When his eyes rest on Hongjoong’s face once again, the captain offers a half-smile. “No, come on.”

He waits until they’re within the walls of the medical bay to speak his mind and broach the subject at hand, the metaphorical elephant in the room forcing space between them.

“Have you spoken to Seonghwa at all since the other night?”

Yunho lets out a sigh as he sits down at his makeshift desk.

“No, not even once. I doubt he wants to talk though.” Hongjoong nearly laughs at how horrifically similar the two men are. Instead, he watches Yunho plug his tablet into his computer and get to work on uploading those aforementioned notes. San’s name flickers across the screen.

“I'll talk to him tonight.”

Seonghwa stops where he is, midway to the only exit out of the chambers, and when he turns, Hongjoong sees his expression blossom into something venomous.

“So the two of you are still...?”

“Did I say that? I will speak with him tonight after dinner.”

“Has San’s resolve weakened since Y/n joined the crew?”

“Since he came face to face with her for the first time, more like,” Yunho answers without missing a beat or looking away from his screen. Hongjoong’s scowl reflects back at him on the screen, but the doctor doesn’t pay him any mind. “He’s always been a bit soft around the edges though. I think you set him up for failure in asking him—” Yunho cuts his thought short out of the blue, and Hongjoong’s gaze turns to sharp daggers on the back of his head.

“In asking him what? Who was gracious enough to tell you as much?”

When the younger turns, Hongjoong gets an eyeful of knitted brows and pursed lips.

“You did. You told me, Hongjoong. Because you felt guilty for giving him those orders, or at least you used to.”

“Seonghwa, I told you before that it's not your fault.”

“Then why is it that you're asking me whether I've talked to Yunho yet? Why are you asking as though that’s my responsibility? If you don’t consider me to be at fault then why am I being tasked with fixing this mess?”

Suddenly, Hongjoong wants to lie down. There’s a throbbing in the side of his head that keeps turning into something more piercing every few seconds, and Yunho’s stare feels more invasive by the second.

“I’m done here. Still wanna go up?”

“Let’s go.”

It’s as they leave the med bay side by side that Hongjoong recalls exactly why he hates coming down here so much. There are too many ghosts living in the walls and lining the corridors. Even in the brief darkness that comes when he blinks, he can see their faces at the corners of his vision. Stood still, alert, watching and waiting for the command from their captain who failed to do the one duty asked of him. He looks up to the side of Yunho’s face. Thinks of Seonghwa’s endless frustrations these days, of San being shot, of the kidnappings, of losing his newest crew member to a petty criminal who couldn’t hope to hold a candle to him and all he can taste at the back of his throat is failure.

He pushes further into Yunho’s space, enough to bump his shoulder against the other man’s arm as they make their trek in utter silence. The rhythm of their bodies is familiar as they cross the bridge, when Yunho brushes his knuckles over Hongjoong’s hip, and the captain smiles to himself. But once they reach the door and Hongjoong plasters himself between it and Yunho’s larger form, his wrists are caught mid-air on their path to reaching around Yunho’s shoulders.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

Hongjoong had thought he would have more success with Yunho than he has with Seonghwa thus far — an easier time at least patching a bandage over the open wound still carved into his chest. And perhaps he thought he was already victorious on the walk up to his quarters, but Yunho stops that thought right where it is.

“Yeah,” he exhales back and moves his arms down to his sides once more.

The silence continues to permeate every inch of the room as Hongjoong gets ready for bed. Yunho makes himself at home as usual, but it’s evident that his thoughts are elsewhere based on how he looks around the bedroom like something is going to sprout up from the darkest corner. Hongjoong is no fool. He knows Yunho’s thoughts are on the mess of a situation that occurred not too long ago when both he and Seonghwa were present here for something Hongjoong should have had the foresight to stop far in advance. He finally says something about it midway through brushing his teeth.

“The two of you have got to talk eventually.” He nearly winces at the words coming from his own mouth because of how harsh they sound.

“What’s there to say, Hongjoong? Hey, sorry our fucking threesome didn’t work out because you’re too possessive over a man that’s not even yours. Sure, that’d over great.” Hongjoong glances in the mirror to see Yunho in the reflection, perched on the side of the bed but it’s not his usual spot. He always goes for the other side — has for all this time that they’ve been doing this — yet last time he was on that side, Hongjoong was under him and there were tears. Lots of them, in fact. His stomach turns in disgust at the memory alone.

He spits the leftover toothpaste into the sink.

“It’s unfortunate, Yunho, how everything played out. If I had been… had more common sense, I would have refused it right away.”

“Have your cake and eat it too, huh?”

Hongjoong sighs as he exits the bathroom, hands already moving to his hips in a way that echoes the chastisement he’s ready to hurl Yunho’s way. Either the exhaustion or the shreds of guilt he does feel win over though, because he can’t bring himself to lay into Yunho much.

“Stop arguing with me over it then,” he says instead, climbing into bed on a side that’s foreign and uncomfortable to him. They have their backs to each other even now.

“I’m not even the one who fucked up, Joong! It was Seonghwa’s brilliant fucking idea, why am I being punished for it? Hell, even you fucked up more than I did by insisting that you were okay with it!”

“I get it, Yunho. I know whose fault it is. You aren’t being punished.”

The younger man exhales a pathetic excuse for a laugh. More than anything, Hongjoong wishes he had the courage to turn over and face him, to see how badly he fucked up written on Yunho’s expression, and try to mend the cracks as best he can. At the end of the day, however, he knows what he is — a coward running from his demons, even when they’re at his back begging to be seen. If there’s a grave to be dug, Hongjoong stands at the edge with a shovel and plunges it deeper into the dirt.

“I wanted it. That’s why I pushed for it, and I’m sorry—”

“Now you’re fucking sorry!” Yunho huffs out a scoff. “For fuck’s sake, Joong, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to salvage whatever was left of my relationship with Seonghwa.”

“And I’m sorry, what more can I say? You should have said no from the start—”

“I can’t say no to you, Hongjoong! That’s the fucking problem here! It didn’t matter to me what my feelings about it were because I just wanted you to be happy.”

“I said over and over that I didn’t want you to base your decision on what you thought would please me. It wasn’t about my happiness, it was about comforting — comforting him! He asked to sleep with us, I asked you if it was alright and you said it was, so—”

“What does he have, Hongjoong? What is it that he has that I do not? Why is he enough for you and yet I’m not?”

The rawness in Yunho’s voice is what stops him, at least that’s what Hongjoong will tell himself in the days to come because it is easier to swallow such a pill. Seonghwa has his jealousy, and Yunho has his fear of inadequacy. Hongjoong knows what both sides of their respective coins look like well enough after all these years together, and he knows how they flip. Yunho is teetering on an edge with no knowledge of what side he wants to land on.

“Is this how it’s going to be between us now? Arguing back and forth before bed?” Yunho’s tone is still strong, for all that’s worth.

“You tell me, Yun, you’re the one who turned this into a fight.”

“The issue isn’t that you love him, Hongjoong. You know that.”

“What’s the issue then?” Hongjoong sounds as defeated as he feels when those words get pushed out into the side of his pillow. He doesn’t have the heart to admit his true feelings even now, though it should be easy to deny something so heinous. Behind him, Yunho shifts under the sheets as though trying to increase the already obscene amount of distance between their bodies. Maybe Hongjoong should be grateful enough that Yunho is even here to warm the bed with him, despite not touching him or giving in to his captain’s advances earlier. What he says next snipes those hopeful feelings right out of Hongjoong’s chest.

“It’s that you don’t love me.”

Ice crawls its way through his body in a split second, and suddenly it’s almost as though his lungs have been dunked in frozen water.

“You always say that Seonghwa and I don’t get along, that we can’t possibly be suited for each other, that the two of us are the problem because we can’t see eye to eye. But really, if your love was fair and kind, Hongjoong, that wouldn’t be an issue. Don’t worry. I know my place at your side. And I will never try to take Seonghwa’s because I know where I belong. If it’s at your feet, then again I tell you I shall grovel. But, my captain, you cannot ask me to accept an unfair bargain of love. I’m selfish and greedy, but I too just want to be loved fairly. At this point, I don’t think I will ever receive such a thing from you and for that reason, I will take steps back where necessary. I simply request that you allow me to mend myself on my own terms.”

“Yunho—” His voice sounds choked and broken even with just one word uttered. Yunho continues like he hasn’t said a thing.

“It’s nothing personal, Captain.”

The ice pick in Hongjoong’s chest sinks deeper.

“I simply fear that your use for me has run dry.”

“That’s… hardly true at all, Yun.” But speaking those words out loud is harder than imagined, and Hongjoong chokes on them, around the tongue that feels like lead in his mouth. The bed creaks again, but this time Yunho is rolling over to face Hongjoong’s back. Tentatively, the captain shifts to match the movements. “That’s the furthest thing from the truth.”

“Let me salvage what I have left, Captain. Otherwise, you may end up with another notch on your hip.”

Staring each other in the eye like this, however, Yunho hardly looks like a man who has deigned to pull away, especially as he reaches out to touch Hongjoong’s cheek and laughs under his breath.

“Can I even dare to call you mine if this is how things must be?”

“You do this, Hongjoong. You! You take the things you claim to love and care about and you — you break them, you tear them apart! Leave Yunho out of whatever fucked up problems are still left between us, for the love of god.”

Hongjoong reaches up to clasp his fingers around the ones Yunho lays against his face. The line of morality has always been a muddled one for him, yet now with a soul so pure and innocent in the palm of his hand, he feels the full weight of right versus wrong upon his shoulders. The words staining the back of his tongue black with bile are nothing pretty — no encouragement or reassurance meant to bring Yunho down from his hysteria — and so Hongjoong swallows them down in favor of giving him something beautiful.

“Or you… force them into a mold and pretend they’re yours. And every fucking time, they fall for it just to break from the pressure of you trying to pin them there.”

“My Yunho.” In the hierarchy of things that Hongjoong considers to be his, he does not need to think long about where Yunho falls. It’s so very clear in his mind’s eye: fourth from the top on a good day, somewhere lower when other needs arise. The shame is that Yunho has decided to be so greedy as to crave a higher place. He peels Yunho’s hand away from his face and brings those long fingers to press against the soft curve of his lips. The gleam in Yunho’s eyes softens with each kiss Hongjoong lays against him until he’s putty in Hongjoong’s hands. “You’re mine.”

The words are spoken so softly that Yunho doesn’t dare disrupt the fragile peace between them. He doesn’t bother to ask if the same is true of Hongjoong, if Hongjoong is his too, but that thought seems far and away already as the captain guides him to lay flat on his back, leg swinging across Yunho’s hips seconds later. From his new perch, he sees the reverence in Yunho’s eyes. It’s as beautiful as it is delicate. Hongjoong seals the cracks with a feather-like kiss.

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Overwhelming | Ot8 Ateez

「Synopsis」 : Stressful day ruin your weeks but your boys know exactly how to help you relax.

「Word count」 : 1.3k

-> Genre: Fluff, Slightly Suggestive, But its just fluffy hours

Paring: Ot8! Ateez x Reader [Poly]

[Warnings] : Mentions about stress, Crying, mentions of reader being naked (bathing). Let me know if I missed anything.

{Note} : Thank you to my anonymous reader! I really hope you enjoy this and remember if you ever feeling sad or depressed, please don't hesitate to call for help. I and so many others are here for you♡♡

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Overwhelmed, stressed and exhausted. The three horsemen of the apocalypse and by apocalypse you mean your shitty day with your shitty job. All you wanted to do was go to dance practise or hang out in the studio. But nope, you were stuck at a job you didn’t even want but you needed the extra money. Three more months… That's what you kept telling yourself. Three more and you can have enough money for your big trip and leave this godforsaken place.

You switched off the main lights, watching each one turn off one by one. The store was cleaned, all your duties were done and now you finally get to go home. You hated closing, being stuck in the store until eleven at night. All you wanted was your boys, to get cuddled by San and Wooyoung, have a calming bath with Seonghwa as he gently rubs your back. Play some games with Mingi and Yunho while you occasionally switch between sitting in their laps. You wanted to sit with Yeosang in silence reading the same book together, breaking the silence ever so often to chat about it. You wanted to sit in the studio with Hongjoong, helping him with any new songs he’s been making. And most of all you wanted to curl into bed with Jongho’s large arm wrapped around you as you nuzzle into his bare chest, taking in the musky scent.

You weren’t asking for much. Just the love of them. They were the only things on your mind as you drove home. They were the only things on your mind as you sluggishly walked to the front door of the dorm. They were the only things on your mind when—

“Angel.” Hongjoong’s voice melted like a siren song in your ears. You jump at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he grips your waist.

“Oh hey, hey. Are you okay? We were getting worried, you didn’t come home early like normal.” His voice was soft as he guides you towards the lounge room.

“Sweetheart!! Doll!!” Wooyoung and San scream, jumping from their comfy cuddled position on the couch to run over to where Hongjoong was holding you in the door frame. The boys were quick to tackle you into a big hug. Questions were flying around as they all tried to get your attention. Seonghwa let a stern cough out making San and Wooyoung stop their blabbering in an instant. You moved away from your nuzzled position in Joong’s chest to look at Hwa with a weak smile. His eyes grew soft at you, as he opened his arms for him to receive a hug.

“How about I make you a bath.” His words came out like honey, holding you tight in his embrace. You broke, letting some tears out before replying;

“I’ll like that…a-alot.” You had a hiccup in your voice. You were so tired, and they were all so caring made it so much better. Seonghwa turned you around giving you to San. He and Wooyoung guided you to the couch sitting you down between them.

“I’ll go make the bath, they can keep you company.” He smiled kissing your forehead before walking off. San and Wooyoung were trying to kiss every part of your exposed skin, whispering how much they loved each part of you. They started getting competitive, but you were too sleepy to stop them. Mingi and Yunho however were more than happy to shoo them away saying ‘they are too intense for you right now'. They were right but you didn’t have the heart to tell them.

“Hey Tiny, Hwa’s got the bath ready for you. Do you want me to carry you?” Yunho whispered with a smile. Your eyes were half-closed as you made grabby hands to the large male. He just laughed at your actions, picking you up in a bridle position. He held you for a moment, letting himself and Mingi give you their own form of affection. Their lips kissed where San and Woo’s were, but they were softer. More gentle.

He took a few strides to the bathroom seeing Seonghwa put the finishing touches of bath bombs and other goodies into the tub. He places you on the cold counter making you hiss out a whine. Yunho apologized with a kiss on your cheek before exiting the bathroom.

“You want me in or out?” Seonghwa always asked you that same question whenever he drew you a bath and time again it was the same answer.

“In…Please….” He helps you strip, slowly kissing each part of new skin that comes into his view. Man these boys were nothing but simps for you. Guiding you off the counter he holds your forearm tight, lowing you into the bubbled hot heaven. You lean against the edge of the tub as you watch him with hooded eyes as he strips himself. Your heart pounded, you loved these boys so much. And all the care you get, some things you feel like you don’t deserve it. He slips in behind you, letting your back lean against his chest. You close your eyes, letting your body relax into his.

He rubs your arms, then your sides, your shoulders and hips. His fingers graze every part of you, washing you with a damp washcloth. He kisses your cheeks, whispering softly how his day was and you telling him how yours went. You could spend eternity in there, but as the water turned cold and the bubbles all but popped, it was time to get out.

Seonghwa gave you one last kiss before he shooed you away so he could clean up. You walked into your room grabbing some clothes before feeling two arms snake around your exposed waist. Your towel dropped as it slipped out of your grasp, standing naked with a warm body behind you.

“Hey Darling, You smell nice…” Yeosang’s voice was groggy, like he just woken up from a nap. You turn around in his grip, seeing his hair was all over the place. He definitely was asleep prior, and looking over to your bed —that is messy and unmade— you knew he’s been sleeping in your bed…

“Again?” You asked with a smile, kissing his cheek lightly.

“My bed doesn’t smell like you…” He grumbles, snuggling into your neck. You stayed like that for the moment, letting him hold you tight until you whispered saying you needed to get dressed. He sighed finally moving away. You both spoke briefly while you put on some clothes. He started chatting more as he woke up.

“Oh, Jongho came in here before while you were still in the bath. My guess he wanted you for something.” And like that he left the room while you followed, parting ways once you got to the end of the hall. You make your way to Jongho’s room, seeing the door was opened ajar. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, plugging his phone on charge.

“Bear…” You whispered, entering the room. He sat up with a sudden smile, walking over to you. His warm embrace engulfs you. You fall into him, letting him wrap your legs around his broad hips. He carries you to his large bed, dropping you with a huff. His body lies on top of you, letting him be your own human weighted blanket. His fingers run through your hair, pecking kisses along the closes part of skin he could get to. Your eyes got heavy, nuzzling deeper into his shoulder. He lean lazily to pull the comforter over your body, moving around so he was on his back and you leaning your head on his chest.

“I love you…” You yawned in between your words, making him chuckle at out cute you sounded.

“I love you too, Honey.”

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pyramid-of-starrs · 8 months

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Caught in a Bear Trap

Pairing: Jongho x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive

Word count: 1.3K

Warning: Kissing, mentions of injury, mentions of pain

A/N: I think I speak for all the real atiny right by saying we miss our baby bear :(((( I wrote this for all my hurting ribo babies! I really hope you guys enjoy, it's short but cute lol

It was 11pm in Los Angelos, you were sitting in your hotel room after a long day of work, you were the head of styling for KQ entertainment so all day you bounced between styling both Ateez and Xikers. You were eating the meal that had just been delivered to your hotel room when you got the call from Ateez’ manager.

“Y/N, we are going to put you on a private flight back to Korea, it’s urgent.”

Your heart started to race, what could have possibly happened that the manager felt the need to call you at this time.

“What happened? Is everything okay?”

“No… just meet us at the airport as soon as possible.”

The call ended abruptly, and you rushed to pack your things, you didn’t know what was going on, but it sounded serious. Once you were packed you got an uber back to the airport and quickly moved through the airport terminals, luckily since you were from LA and had visited numerous times with the company you knew how to quickly move through the busy airport. Once you reached the private gate longue you started to see a few of the other staff members crowding the door and someone in a wheelchair.

“Oh my god did someone get hurt?”

As soon as you walked up and finished your sentence you quickly realized who that someone behind the mask and hat was, your boyfriend Jongho. You stood over him and scanned him, noticing quickly that his leg was in a brace.

“What the hell happened to you?” you said in a low tone.

The rest of the staff left the room to give you two some space to talk.

“Well hello to you too.” He said in a sarcastic voice.

“Damn a hello Jongho, tell me what the hell happened to you?”

“Rude.”

You started to get irritated, this obviously wasn’t a big deal in his eyes, just life as an idol but it was something to you, he was something to you. Over the past few months, you noticed his quality of performance go down and every time you asked him about it, he just came up with an excuse. You trusted that he knew his limits and when to stop if he needed, the company gave him the power to choose to keep going and you always told him that he could stop when ever he wanted, he told you he would. Now you’re seeing him hurt, and obviously this wasn’t the regular skip a show hurt, this was hurt hurt since he had to go back home.

You sat on the couch that was next to his chair and looked him in the eyes, the silence and guilt started to eat away at him until he finally cracked.

“Fine, it’s my old leg injury, it got worse over time and recently started to hurt really bad, I toughed it out for the team and for the fans and didn’t tell anyone how bad it got. I started to take injections to numb the pain and thought that would make it better but tonight the pain was unbearable, and they had a doctor examine it, it doesn’t look good, and I have to get treatment immediately.”

You listened to his entire explanation and couldn’t even respond, you wanted to yell at him for pushing himself this far, but also you wanted to hug him and tell him he was amazing for working so hard for his team and fans, but all you could do is sob. You were hurt at not only the fact that your precious baby was hurting but the fact that he felt the need to work through the pain. Jongho reached his arm over to rub your back as you hunched over and cried, that night you flew back to Korea with him and in the days passing he started his recovery with you on his side with every step. As a few days passed Jongho was making no progress, he was neither getting better or worse, just stuck in one place, the company decided to have him see a specialist, the doctor determined that Jongho needed the surgery he neglected to get years ago. It was an emotional time for the both of you, watching him in pain and miserable from missing doing what he loved most. You both sat on his bed as his leg stayed elevated, he had gotten permission from his roommates, Hongjoong and Wooyoung to have you over, the relationship between the boys was so brotherly and cute he showed you the group chat messages.

Hongjoong: Ofc she can come over, have her stay as long as she needs so she can help you recover properly because we know you’re not going to do it yourself lol. Wooyoung: Yeah, idc she’ll help you a lot so it’s cool with me. Wooyoung: Wait please do not get nasty in the shared areas!!! Or at least clean up after yourselves!!

You both laughed at their responses.

You cuddled up to him as your both watched TV on his bed.

“You’re never this clingy.” He said while giving you a warm smile with his chubby cheeks perking up.

“That’s because you’re never hurt.” You said as you snuggled more into him.

“I need to get hurt more often then.”

You playfully punch his arm while he laughed with his toothy gummy smile and rubbed his arm.

“Ow, look I’m hurt even more so give me more love.” He said with his puppy eyes.

You smacked your lips. “I’m already damn near in your skin what more do you want?”

“A kiss would make me feel better.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes while he closed his eyes and puckered his lips toward you. You played along and kissed his lips; you could feel his strong arms wrap around you and embrace you tightly. You placed your hand on his arm as the kiss deepened, what started as a cute and playful kiss quickly turned into a hot and passionate one. He slowly leaned his body into yours, you naturally started to lean back, his tongue entered your mouth, the kiss grew hungrier, and you wanted to stop him so he wouldn’t overdo it but you missed his touch so much, you wanted to show how much you loved him and he wanted to do the same. His lips immediately moved off yours and his whimpers replaced with a sound of pain as he winced. You panicked a bit and leaned him back to sit straight up slowly.

“Careful, you aren’t fully healed yet.”

Once he was settled back upright, he looked around with a disappointed expression.

“I know, I’m just going crazy not being able to do anything with my dumb leg.”

You kissed his cheek then cupped both sides of his face.

“Aww I know honey but as long as your hurt we have to wait, I’m suffering just as much as you are.”

His eyes shifted to yours.

“Really? You still want me even though I’m all broken and pathetic?” his cute and helpless face made you melt on the inside.

“You’re not broken or pathetic, and of course I do, it’s hard spending all this time together and not being able to do anything even when you’re all needy and cute, makes me want to jump your bones right then and there.”

He giggled and you did too.

You went back to snuggling his side, you placed your head in the crook of his neck, and he placed his on top of yours.

“So hurry up and get better so I can have you in every way I want.” You said.

“Okay I will.” He smiled and you two continued to watch TV.

A moment of silence passes before Jongho spoke again.

“Ya know…my face isn’t broken; you could always sit-“

“Watch TV Jongho!”

#ateez fanfic #jongho #jongho fluff #jongho x reader #jongho fanfic #choi jongho

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extra-gray · 7 months

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— TWO HANDS?

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI!

PAIRING: Lee Minho x Seo Changbin

WARNINGS: Anal sex (Minho giving/Changbin receiving), oral sex, face-fucking, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, bisexual Minho, “straight” Changbin, anal virgin Changbin (tell me if I missed anything)

WORD COUNT: 4k+ words

SYNOPSIS: Minho finds Changbin jerking off and decides to join him

A/N: I hope whoever reads this enjoys lol. I’m working on a Jongho x reader rn but I take forever to write… though stay tuned if you’re interested ;) feel free to give me any suggestions/prompts via my ask box <3

Everybody but Changbin was out doing god knows what, and he was thankful. He wanted to relax, alone, after a busy week. But at the other dorm, Minho was bored. He knew Changbin was alone, so he decided to go and bother him.

Scaring people made Minho sadistically happy, so when he arrived— he used his key to let himself in. Once he was inside, he saw that Changbin wasn’t anywhere to be seen… which meant he was probably in his room.

He locked the door behind him, and then he paused momentarily. There were interesting noises coming from down the hall.

He assumed Changbin was just playing a really stressful video game, so he went for the hallway and saw his door was cracked. Approaching slowly, he peeked in.

And immediately froze.

He saw Changbin lying in bed, back leaning against the headboard. He was wearing a tight black shirt that hugged his muscles, with his shorts and boxers pushed down to his thighs. Both of his hands were wrapped around his cock.

“Ah, fuck… yes,” he moaned, thrusting into his hands. His balls bounced as he did, making lewd noises, and Minho couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He didn’t know why.

Sure, he’s attracted to men... but Changbin is his friend.

And a straight one, at that.

He couldn’t look away, eyes trailing up his body and studying his facial expressions. He had no idea Changbin could make noises like that.

It was… hot.

Of course, Minho just had to lean in to get a better look. The door creaked, and he stumbled slightly. He cursed himself in his head, quickly straightening up like nothing happened.

Changbin panicked and covered himself up with his hands, “H-hyung, Jesus Christ! Go away!” He yelled, breathless with bright red cheeks and a heaving chest. Minho didn’t move an inch.

He just stood there, his expression unreadable.

“Fuck, go!” He shouted again, “Why are you even here?!”

There was a short moment of silence, when Minho finally spoke.

“Two hands?”

“Wh–” Changbin scoffed in disbelief, “What?”

He was getting very obviously annoyed now, and Minho could only smirk.

“Two hands. You were using two hands.”

Changbin clenched his jaw and looked away, “Dear god.”

The older pushed the door open further and took a few slow steps into the room, “Does it feel good?”

He sighed. All he could do was play along for now, until he went away.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

Minho hummed, stepping even closer, “Mind if I try it out?”

Changbin snapped his head towards him, clearly taken aback, “W-what is that supposed to mean?!”

Minho just slipped off his shoes and crawled into bed next to him, getting comfy with a deep sigh and leaning back against the headboard.

“Hyung, what the hell are you doing?!”

He honestly didn’t know. He was just listening to his body. And this is what it wanted.

He laughed quietly.

He pulled his sweatpants down, and then his boxers– exposing his hard, pretty cock. Above average in length and girth, a bit of blush on the tip of his foreskin. Nice full balls that sat perfectly. Changbin swallowed hard, staring in shock. Watching it throb.

He’d seen his fellow members naked, but he never really stared at their dicks. Especially not while they were erect.

Minho threw the clothes off the side of the bed and got comfortable again. Then, he wrapped a hand around the tip and pulled his foreskin down— his soft pink tip on full display. He swiped his finger over his slit, catching a tiny bit of precum. And then he wrapped his other hand around the base.

Changbin had an involuntary wave of pleasure rush through his body, forcing all the air out of his lungs. He wasn’t attracted to men. He was straight. So why was seeing Minho doing this to him? Why was it making him hornier?

Minho stroked slowly, his eyes instantly closing, “Nngh…”

Honestly, he thought his hyung sounded beautiful.

“Minho—“ he struggled, heart pounding against his rib cage, “S-Stop.”

Minho just sped up, bucking his hips into his hands. His jaw went slack, bunny teeth poking out. The noises he was making were low in his throat, and with every one— Changbin felt that same wave of pleasure.

He instinctively squeezed his cock, wanting the ache to go away. But looking at Minho’s leaking tip, watching his thigh muscles flex, and hearing him moan…

Fuck. He needed release.

“Keep touching yourself, Bin,” Minho smirked and lolled his head to look at him, “Don’t let me get in the way. I won’t tell anyone~” he winked, turning his head back.

Changbin couldn’t say anything. He kicked his shorts and boxers to the floor, and slowly wrapped his hands around his aching cock.

This is okay, right? They’re friends, so it’s okay. Changbin recalled stumbling across quite a few videos of friends jerking off together. He never watched them, but clearly it was a pretty… normal thing to do, right?

Fuck it, who cares. Changbin doesn’t let anyone influence his thoughts or actions. He’s his own man. And he didn’t see any reason not to do this.

He slowly began to stroke himself, tired of the tension. An accidental moan slipped out of his mouth, and he could’ve sworn he saw Minho thrust harder in response.

“Fuck—“ he moaned involuntarily, unable to take his eyes off his hyung, who was now looking at his dick.

Changbin found himself mirroring Minho’s movements. Speeding up as he did, slowing down as he did. His eyes drifted upwards to look at his face. He watched him stare at his dick, watched his mouth as he moaned. Seeing Minho get off to his body made him feel things he never has before.

Fuck, he couldn’t take it. He didn’t need to try and justify these feelings right now.

He reached over for Minho and grabbed onto his shirt— pulling him closer and pressing his lips against the sharp edge of his jaw.

Minho gasped in surprise and pleasure, but he had no time to be shocked… moaning as Changbin began peppering soft little kisses down to his chin. He left some kitten licks and nibbles on his skin here and there, and Minho couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think Changbin would touch him. He didn’t think he wanted to touch him.

And honestly, he couldn’t lie. He’s had to consciously suppress his urges a few times when it came to Changbin. He just didn’t want to be honest with himself.

“Yes, fuck—“ his voice, though loud, rang softly into the room. A hint of desperation hidden within it.

Hearing his name fall perfectly from those plump lips made Changbin absolutely feral. He couldn’t think straight right now. Has he had these feelings this whole time? He felt so pent up and needy, these feelings must have been hiding somewhere.

He snuck his hand under Minho’s shirt, feeling every inch of warm skin as he kissed the corner of his mouth. He was grinding against his thigh now, moaning under his breath as he throbbed.

“God— Bin… want you…” Minho whined, fucking into his hands erratically. The feeling of Changbin grinding against his thigh made him crazy. He turned his head and captured his lips within his own.

Changbin hummed into his mouth, palming his chest as he shoved his tongue inside to taste him. He knew immediately that he’d be craving it again. And again. And again.

His lips were so soft. He couldn’t get enough.

They parted for a second, and seeing Minho’s hooded lust-filled eyes threw the rest of his self control out the window.

He climbed on top of him and nearly ripped Minho’s shirt off, throwing it on the floor and reveling in the sight below him. He flattened his palms against his stomach, tracing along the scar towards the bottom. The heat radiated through Minho’s body, yet he shivered.

As Changbin did all of this, Minho couldn’t take his eyes off his cock. The way it swung heavily and throbbed between his legs. He looked up at him now, eyes dark.

“Yours,” he said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Changbin smirked and did as he was asked, watching Minho’s eyes flicker with excitement. A hand outstretched to slide up his abdomen, slow and steady with a serious expression as if he was studying a sculpture.

“God—“ Minho muttered.

Changbin crawled up his body to straddle him, sitting on his chest. He was so close that his cock brushed against his chin, and Minho clenched his jaw in anticipation. He rubbed and grabbed at his soft thighs, eyes wide and expectant. His arousal was through the roof at this point.

Changbin then grabbed ahold of his cock and scooted up a little more, pressing the tip against Minho’s full lips until they parted.

“Open.”

He obliged.

So he sunk into his hot, wet mouth with a loud moan. One of Minho’s hands grabbed his thick ass, while the other played with his tits. Pinching and pulling on his nipples. The combination was too good for Changbin. His body shook with excitement.

Minho’s eyes fluttered as he moaned around Changbin’s thick cock, not even gagging when it reached the back of his throat. He licked and sucked while his hands went and squeezed the skin that sat so perfectly on Changbin’s hips. He admired the stretch marks that painted them, wanting so bad to switch positions and pin him down so he could lick them. But he stayed still as he had his way with his mouth. Allowing himself to be used.

“Fuck—“ Changbin breathed out, clearly impressed by the lack of gag reflex.

Strong hands went to grab fistfuls of pretty brown hair as he fucked into his throat harder, the wet noises making his tummy do flips. The feeling of his balls slapping against his chin. The vibration of Minho’s moans took his pleasure to new heights, “Gah— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho opened his mouth even more, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth. His eyebrows tented, moans more frequent now— like he was begging Changbin to cum. And he would be, if his throat wasn’t being filled.

“Yes,” Changbin pulled on Minho’s hair, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight throat, “Cumming, baby- I’m cumming… Fuck!”

Minho was shocked hearing Changbin call him baby… and then cum shot down his throat right after. Changbin’s cock spasmed, some of the cum beginning to spill out from Minho’s mouth as he continued to thrust. But he tried to swallow and lick it all the best he could.

His thrusts slowed as he panted, and he pulled out halfway— his body shaking and threatening to collapse. His eyes were heavy, and his cock was still twitching with aftershocks. When he pulled out completely, he climbed off of Minho and found his lips immediately.

As they kissed, Changbin couldn’t believe how hot it was to taste himself on his tongue. He licked his own cum off of Minho’s chin, making him moan. Changbin just hummed, the taste of his salty cum in Minho’s sweet mouth sending him to heaven.

When their lips parted, they shared an intimate moment of eye contact. Their breaths mingling together. And then Minho smirked, a hint of mischief hidden behind it.

Before Changbin could think, speak, or move— Minho switched their positions and pinned him down on his back. He could tell he was worn out, so this was the perfect opportunity to do what he wanted. Otherwise, Changbin could easily overpower him.

“Fuck—“ he gasped in surprise at the sudden show of dominance.

“Did it feel good?” Minho asked seductively, his voice hoarse from the abuse his throat just endured. His neglected cock bounced eagerly as he took off his sweatpants with his right hand, his left on Changbin’s chest holding him down.

His pupils were blown instantly, seeing Minho’s fully naked body in a new position.

“Fuck…” he repeated, reaching out to touch. His fingers traced the line in his hip, and then Minho grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head.

“I said… did it feel good?”

Changbin’s bare chest heaved, breath catching in his throat— feeling completely exposed in this position. But he didn’t hate it. Minho looked so sexy on top of him like this, his softening cock would surely spring back to life soon.

The air felt thick. Like he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how Minho’s dominance was able to overpower his own… how it was able to knock down his defenses and turn his brain to mush. But it did, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His body felt numb and heavy.

“Y-yes…” he answered, breathless in a voice small. A blush began to spread across his face.

Minho narrowed his eyes, “Good boy.”

It seemed like Changbin enjoyed the praise, because his cock certainly twitched in response.

And then Minho quickly got between his legs, grabbing his thighs firmly and spreading them.

“W-what are you doing?!” Changbin asked, panicking as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“Nothing you won’t like.”

Minho pushed him back down against the bed, pulling a gasp from him, and then pushed his legs up to his chest. Minho’s eyes lit up, his mouth beginning to water. Changbin’s asshole was so cute. It throbbed as he panicked, beckoning for Minho’s tongue. He got lost in the thought of plunging straight into his virgin hole, and was only brought back to reality when Changbin spoke.

“H-hyung!” he squirmed, “S-stop it! This is embarrassing!”

He bent forward and placed gentle kisses along his inner thigh, “Stop?” His hot breath grazed along Changbin’s sensitive skin, “You want me to stop?”

There was no hint of actual concern in his voice. Because he knew just by Changbin’s tone that his pleas weren’t serious.

“If you want me to stop, then why is your cock so hard? Hm?”

Changbin went silent, biting back the moans that threatened to escape as Minho buried his nose in the soft flesh of his thigh. He couldn’t say anything, no matter how hard he tried.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” he nearly purred, licking and sucking on the skin. Leaving dark marks in clusters and patterns. He squeezed his thighs harder, and Changbin’s back arched.

“S-shit…” he moaned under his breath, struggling, “What… what are you going to do?”

He reached down and placed a gentle hand atop Minho’s head, tangling his fingers into his hair. He rubbed his scalp as he moaned, the feeling of his tongue dragging across his asscheek causing anticipation to burn deep within.

Then suddenly, Minho’s soft lips made contact with his pretty hole. Kissing it tenderly.

It tightened immediately, Changbin gasping at the new sensation as he tugged on his hair to keep himself grounded, “F-fuck! Why—“

Minho didn’t let him finish, and instead pressed his tongue flat against him. Changbin was losing his mind at the warmth. The wetness. Not a single sound came out of his mouth, his body almost in shock from the foreign feeling.

His mind and insides were fuzzy, every nerve tingling as his blood rushed through his veins. Minho kept licking at his asshole, the tip of his tongue just barely dipping in every few seconds. And Changbin was coming undone.

“Holy shit…” he whimpered, pulling harder at his hair. Minho smirked before shoved his tongue all the way inside. Changbin gasped and moaned loud— hands scrambling to grip at the sheets. That familiar heat rose in his stomach again.

Then Minho suddenly pulled away, and Changbin couldn’t even whine to protest. There was a wicked grin on his face as Changbin’s eyes struggled to stay open.

“So good, baby…”

The younger held out his arms, and Minho laughed softly under his breath. He pulled himself up so he was hovering over him, and smashed their lips together. Changbin wrapped his arms around his body.

The kiss was desperate and messy. Uncoordinated. Both moaning into each other’s mouths as they tasted and explored every inch. Minho groped Changbin’s chest, his tummy, his hips, his thighs. Everything he could get his hands on.

And then he pulled away for a single second to spit on his fingers. Before Changbin could ask, he was caught by Minho’s lips again.

His fingers trailed down to his asshole, pressing against it while he drank Changbin’s pleasure.

They parted for air at the same time Minho pushed his middle finger inside, and he watched Changbin’s eyes widen. He watched the shock flash on his face, watched the gleam of discomfort, and then the confusing pleasure.

“M-Min—“ he struggled. Minho’s finger was all the way inside him now, starting to bend and search.

Changbin’s dick was slowly coming back to life, Minho’s painfully hard as it hung between his legs. But he knew he had to take his time. He didn’t want to hurt Changbin too much.

“Yes, Binnie?” He cooed, voice thick like honey. Changbin’s moans were going straight to his head. Fueling his dominance.

“You— Ah!—“ he suddenly cried out, body tensing hard as he felt a strong wave of pleasure roll through his entire being. His nails dug into Minho’s back.

He smirked, laughing teasingly, “Oh? Did I find it?”

Changbin screwed his eyes shut and pulled him closer, trapping him in his big arms, “M-more,” he begged.

“More?” Minho teased, feeling Changbin’s heaving chest against his own, “You want more, pretty boy?”

He pulled his finger almost all the way out, and Changbin shivered in anticipation, “Please.”

Another finger was added quickly, before Changbin could even process it— and now both were rammed into his prostate.

“Fuck, fuck!” He scratched down Minho’s back, making him groan in pain and pleasure.

Minho started kissing his neck as he scissored his fingers inside him, stretching him slowly. The soft noises he pulled from the same throat he was kissing left him absolutely desperate. He wanted to be inside Changbin so fucking bad.

“Feels so g-good, hyung…” he panted, opening his eyes and grabbing Minho’s face.

“Fuck,” Minho moaned, fingering him faster. Changbin looked so cute with his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. The way he looked up at him was intoxicating.

The younger pulled him down into another wet kiss, and at the same moment, Minho added another finger. Changbin gasped into his mouth, but Minho didn’t let him free. He kept kissing him, through his pain and his pleasure. He was stretching in between thrusts, and made sure to reach for his prostate everytime.

Minho sucked on his tongue and his lips, and when he pulled away, his fingers left too.

“H-hyung…” Changbin whimpered in protest, lips red and swollen.

“Bin,” he responded, grabbing his thighs and pushing his legs up again. He lined his dick up so it brushed against his prepped hole, “I wanna fuck you.”

Changbin’s breath caught in his throat, his own dick now fully hard and leaking. Minho’s dominance made him feel unspeakable pleasure. His hole throbbed, and his insides ached. He reached out to let his hand slide down Minho’s front, and then he met his eyes again.

He pulled his hand away shyly, “I want you to fuck me, too.”

Minho had no idea how bad he wanted to hear that from Changbin. How bad he needed to hear that.

Without hesitation, almost in a hurry, he reached over to open his nightstand drawer. He assumed he’d have lube in there, and he was correct.

“Oh, that’s embarrassing…” Changbin groaned, covering his face.

Minho chuckled and poured some lube in his hand, “Embarrassing? When I’m about to fill your ass with my cock?”

Changbin moaned at his words, cock twitching. He had no idea how sexy his voice could be. He heard Minho slick his cock, and he uncovered his face to watch, “S-shut up.”

Minho smiled and then rubbed the rest of the lube on Changbin’s hole, making sure there was enough to make him comfortable. His view was breathtaking.

“I’ll make you shut up instead,” he said seriously, lining up his dick once more, “Now watch it go in.”

Changbin was taken aback by the sudden command, but he did as he was told. He tried to stay relaxed, but he couldn’t help tensing once Minho pushed in. His face scrunched up in pain, and even though it hurt… he couldn’t lie. Watching his own ass swallow every single inch of Minho’s cock was hot as fuck.

“Deep breaths, Changbin,” Minho wiped his hands off on the sheets so he could reach down and rub his cock, “Focus on the good feelings. It won’t hurt for long.”

Minho was having a hard time controlling himself, though. Changbin was so tight. So hot. So wet. He wanted to be deep inside him, wanted to be wrecking him. His cock was sore at this point, for being so hard without release for so long. But he wanted to give him a good experience.

Changbin tried to take deep breaths as he was told. Tried to drown out the burning sensation. It was all so new, so foreign, but a part of him kind of liked the pain.

Minho wrapped his hand around Changbin’s length and stroked him slowly, penetrating him deeper and deeper. He throbbed inside him, biting the inside of his cheek to hold in all the noises he so desperately wanted to make.

“F-fuck,” he exhaled, leaning forward to place kisses along Changbin’s throat– feeling it vibrate as he made small whines, “You feel so good, baby.”

“Nngh,” Changbin moaned, “Y-you’re big, hyung.”

“Yeah?” Minho said before licking his adams apple, “Wanna feel it balls deep?”

Minho’s breathing was ragged. Uneven, fast, and shaky. The feeling of Changbin’s hot, tight walls wrapped around him made it hard for him to have self control.

Changbin arched at the words, and he squirmed slightly under him. He wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist and pulled him impossibly close— forcing his cock to slam all the way inside.

“H-holy fuck—“ Changbin hissed, his back arching more. The feeling of Minho’s cock all the way inside him, right up against his prostate, made his mind start to melt. He didn’t even care about the pain.

The sound that Minho made was a mix of pleasure, surprise, and pure struggle. It took all of his willpower not to start drilling him instantly.

“You…” he struggled, “You okay?”

Changbin let out a shaky breath and allowed himself to adjust, “So deep…”

Minho hummed and bent down to kiss his face. He moved past his cheek to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t think you understand just how bad I want to fuck you, Seo Changbin…”

Changbin’s body ignited at his words, and his nails dug lightly into his biceps.

“Then fuck me.”

Minho immediately grabbed onto his hips and began to move. Long, deep strokes. Drowning in every noise he pulled from Changbin.

When he started writhing, obviously overtaken by pleasure— Minho held him down with a tighter grip on his hips. He smirked and sat up straight to get a good look at him, and then started fucking him harder, “Stay still, baby. Be a good boy and fucking take it.”

The new pace Minho had set made Changbin scratch down his arms, “Holy fuck!” He screamed, “Sh-Shit!”

“Yeah, you like that?” Minho nearly growled, watching his cock and balls bounce with every thrust. Watching how his thighs jiggled, and how his eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Tell me you like it.”

Changbin whimpered as he tried to speak, eyes screwed shut as his nails dug into Minho’s forearms. He gasped, struggling to even form a thought, “I l-love it…” he threw his head back, ”Please… Please don’t stop—“

Minho laughed and suddenly stopped.

“N-no…” Changbin whined, opening his eyes, “Why?”

“Turn over for me. On your hands and knees.”

He pulled out slowly, humming in satisfaction as he watched Changbin obey his orders.

Then without any warning, he slammed back into his tight little asshole— grabbing handfuls off his soft cheeks. The sound of his balls slapping his taint continuously made his stomach churn.

“Fuck! Yes!” Changbin’s moans were getting higher in pitch, and he even began to move backwards onto Minho’s cock, “Fuck me, Minho. Please. Keep fucking me.”

“My god,” Minho growled and reached forward to grab a handful of his hair— pulling him up so his back was against his chest. And then he dug his nails into his hips, and sunk his teeth into his neck.

Changbin was trembling, moaning helplessly as his prostate endured the abuse. He felt his insides begin to stir, and he knew he was about to cum.

“Minho—“ he whimpered, “Minho-hyung, you’re gonna make me cum.”

His voice and his body was getting weaker by the minute, every thrust of Minho’s cock destroying him.

Minho was too lost in the ecstasy that he left several dark hickeys along his neck and shoulders. He was too caught up in the desire to mark him. To claim him.

As soon as Changbin announced he was going to cum, his thrusts got sloppy, “Fuck baby, cum on my cock. Your ass is so fucking good. Shit— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho reached around to grab ahold of Changbin’s cock and started stroking him fast. He felt him erupt in his hand. Felt it drip onto his hand.

“A-ah! H-holy fuck,” Changbin was moaning like a slut, bucking his hips into Minho’s hand.

And then his own balls began to empty— his cum painting the inside of Changbin’s ass as he continued to fuck and stroke him.

“Yes,” Changbin fell forward, shaking and barely holding himself up with his forearms, “Fill me with your cum. Please hyung.”

Minho’s moans were guttural. Like the pleasure was ripping through his body. Seeing Changbin in this position… his back arched, and his ass in the air. He came harder than he ever has before.

He could barely breathe.

His thrusts slowed, and he let go of Changbin’s softening cock. One last time, he sunk all the way into his ass— and just stayed still. Panting. Changbin moaned weakly, muffled slightly by the pillow he was now pressed against.

Minho licked the cum off of his hand, while the other ran up Changbin’s spine soothingly. He hummed at the familiar taste of his cum, and then pulled out slowly.

“Fuck baby…” he moaned and grabbed his asscheeks to spread them apart, “Look at that pretty hole.”

It was so gorgeously wrecked.

Changbin buried his face in his arms, groaning in embarrassment, “S-stop…”

Minho watched the cum ooze out, and he couldn’t believe this just happened. He took a deep breath and helped Changbin flip over on his back. A bit anxious now, Minho immediately kissed him as if to soothe it.

This time, it was a tender kiss. As they both panted and struggled to catch their breaths from their recent climaxes, they melted into the moment. Minho caressed his cheek with a softness that Changbin had never felt before, and it made him shiver.

When they parted, Minho couldn’t look away from his eyes, “How did it feel, Bin? I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad…”

His gaze trailed downward to all the marks he left on his neck and shoulders. He pursed his lips, going to trace them gently. He couldn’t help but feel scared that Changbin was going to push him away now.

“It was… really good. Really really good— what are you looking at?” Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to follow his eyes. He could only see the marks on his shoulders, which were big and dark, “Oh…”

Minho scrunched his face in a mix of sympathy and embarrassment, “I’m so sorry… it’s even worse on your neck—“

“My neck?!”

It wasn’t just a matter of explaining it to the members, it was a matter of explaining it to the entire company. The thought of everyone seeing him covered in hickeys was already so embarrassing, how could he cope with trying to make an excuse?

But at the same time, it made his heart flutter. Knowing he’d been claimed by him.

“I’m sorry, Changbin. I’ll take the fall for it. I’ll let everyone know. You don’t have to say a wor—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Changbin grabbed his face and smashed their lips together. Minho hummed in surprise, but ultimately sighed into the kiss and allowed himself to feel the warmth. Their bare bodies pressed against each other— chests rising and falling in sync.

Changbin moaned and broke the kiss first, “I’ll figure it out, hyung,” his hand went to tangle in his hair. Their faces were inches apart as they looked into each other’s eyes, “I’m not scared.”

He was at first… but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had nothing to worry about. His classic confidence shone through, and showed on the big smile he gave Minho.

“Whether or not they know who marked me, I’ll wear it with pride.”

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tafeekafee · 18 days

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⌛🧸🐿️ I know, I’m with you, lean on

Sickie: Jongho + Hongjoong

Caretakers: Seonghwa + Mingi + Yunho + San

It was dark outside, the only light coming from the few buildings they were passing and the occasional car that drove in the opposite direction. It was calm and quiet and Jongho was reminded of the car trips with his parents when he was younger, where he would watch the streets passing by until he fell asleep curled up under a blanket and his dad carried him inside to his bed.

He missed them.

Despite his parents living in Seoul he barely saw them, the last time nearly three months back. He supposed he couldn’t complain, San’s parents were all the way in Namhae and Seonghwa’s in Jinju. His oldest hyung hadn’t seen his family in over a year and hadn’t even met his older brother’s daughter yet.

Jongho turned his attention to his sleeping members. Their day had been exhausting between recording and dance practice and now they were on their way to some remote location for their next M/V shooting.

He could see all of them from where he sat in the back row where he was squished between the window on his left and Mingi on his right. Their normal van had to be repaired so they were left in a regular nine-seater divided in three rows, which was a tight fit especially for their taller members. Mingi was resting partially against San, his long legs entangled with Jongho’s in the younger’s footrest. San, for his part, was asleep against the window, using Shiber as a pillow.

In the middle row Yeosang and Wooyoung were curled up against each other, having fallen asleep while listening to music together. Seonghwa was leaning against the door, his neck bent in an uncomfortable position which surely would leave him aching when he woke up. Jongho didn’t want to disturb him and possibly the others when they got so little sleep in total to get him to sit in a better position.

Yunho was asleep in the front row, leaning against the door, the only place where he could at least somewhat stretch out his legs. Hongjoong, who was talking quietly with the manager driving them, was resting his head against Yunho’s upper arm.

Originally they had decided that Mingi would sit in the front with Yunho so he too could stretch his legs.

Their plans were crossed when Hongjoong had woken that morning with a headache which had gradually gotten worse over the day. At one point their captain had even taken pain medication, which he normally refused since they made him drowsy, and let Eden do the recording with them while he napped on Seonghwa’s shoulder until it was his turn.

Their second oldest hyung had still looked pale and ashen when they had made their way down to the garage and had quietly asked Mingi if they could switch places as he wasn’t feeling well and whenever he was not feeling good it was a sure thing he would get motion sick. Mingi had agreed immediately, worried for his favorite hyung, and proclaimed that he wanted to sit next to Jongho.

The maknae smiled faintly at the memory until without much warning dizziness overcame him, making him feel hot and cold at the same time. He was confused, he had been feeling completely fine one second and now he had to rest his head firmly against the headrest as the world tilted around him. Nausea made itself known in his stomach and he took a deep breath. He tried to breathe through it, hoping it was a momentary fluke.

But no, with his eyes closed he felt even more dizzy, his brain not sure where up, down, left and right were. It was disorientating and not knowing what else to do, he tried to reach out for his Mingi-hyung, wanting some purchase and comfort. His hands trembled and he let them fall back to his lap, whining lowly in his throat in frustration. He really wasn’t feeling good.

“Mingi-hyung”, he whispered. No reaction.

“Mingi-hyung”, he tried louder. Still, Mingi only shifted slightly but kept on sleeping.

“Mingi-hyung, I don’t feel well”, he said loudly. If he wasn’t so distressed and focused on staying upright, he would have thought it funny when suddenly most of his hyungs jerked awake.

Still staring straight ahead to abate the vertigo he saw how Yeosang and Wooyoung’s heads collided painfully as they startled. Ordinarily he would have laughed at them. Ordinarily he wouldn’t have felt sick from the disturbance as Mingi in his confusion detangled their legs rather violently.

“Jongho-yah?”, Hongjoong asked from the front, apparently the only person not completely disoriented as he hadn’t been in deep sleep a few seconds ago, “what’s going on?”

Jongho tried to speak, but his tongue wouldn’t move and his mouth was filling with saliva. He tried to lean forward, as he hoped that putting his head between his knees might help the nausea but he hadn’t accounted for the seat belt pressing against his stomach.

He gagged violently and suddenly his stomach contents were escaping from his mouth, splattering on his hands, jeans, shoes and the back of Yeosang’s seat. He was vaguely aware of loud and confused shouting but the only things he could focus on was the lack of air in his lungs, the warm vomit on his body and the hand rubbing his shoulder blades.

He cried, frustrated as his body betrayed him and left him feeling so so sick.

⌛

The next thing he was really aware of was gentle hands pulling him from his seat between two bouts of retching, soft voices coaxing him towards them. He blindly trusted his hyungs, not knowing how else to feel. Somebody was helping him slide out of the car but his knees buckled the moment they had to support his weight. Strong hands caught him and helped him to the ground, where he continued getting sick.

Yet, the fresh air was helping with the dizziness and - while he was still extremely nauseous - for the first time since it started he was mostly aware of what was going on. He was leaning against a strong chest, the person behind him definitely taller than him, so he supposed it was Mingi holding him. Seonghwa was kneeling next to him, softly smiling when Jongho lifted his head to look around. San, Yunho, Hongjoong and their manager were standing a few meters away, far enough to give him some semblance of privacy but close enough to help should they need it. He couldn’t see Wooyoung and Yeosang from his position on the ground.

As the vertigo started to abate Jongho became acutely aware of how embarrassed he was. Yellowish sick was covering the ground around him, his jeans, shirt and hands and even worse, some parts of Seonghwa’s pants as well. If he had to guess Mingi probably also wasn’t spared.

“Hey, baby”, Seonghwa said, a sad smile on his face, “are you feeling better?��

Jongho took a moment to take stock of his body. He wasn’t as dizzy anymore and the slight queasiness he was still feeling stemmed more from the disgust than actual nausea, he thought. His head was aching faintly and his stomach was feeling a bit weird but otherwise he felt … fine.

He nodded reluctantly. “Yes, hyung”, he said quietly.

“How about we move to the picnic table?”, his oldest hyung suggested, gesturing at the sitting area a few meters away. Luckily it was completely empty, like the whole rest stop they were at, so nobody else had witnessed his … episode. God, if somebody had recognized him and posted it. Tears welled up in his eyes but he refused to cry over something that hadn’t even happened.

Instead he nodded yes to Seonghwa’s question.

Gently, like Jongho might break, he was lifted to his feet by Seonghwa and Mingi who, as expected, had been the one to sit behind him. They took it slow, walking a wide berth around the sick on the grass and letting Jongho decide the tempo and rest his weight on them.

As he stared at the ground, unable to look up in embarrassment, he noticed how Mingi’s lower pants were completely covered in sick, causing the older man to walk slightly awkwardly so it wouldn’t stick to his legs. Now tears were falling down Jongho’s cheeks again in earnest.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered, feeling like he had reached a new low. Sure, he had been sick during the time he knew the others but he wasn’t sick often. Especially not this terribly, disgustingly sick. Not like Yunho and Seonghwa who seemed to catch every illness going around or even Hongjoong who wasn’t ‘sick sick’ often but often enough sick from his food intolerances, motion sickness and migraines. This was the worst time for Jongho yet.

⌛

“It’s fine, maknae. Don’t worry”, Mingi assured him, following his gaze downward to his pants, despite wincing a bit, “everybody gets sick sometimes.”

If the situation wasn’t as bad as it was, Jongho might have laughed at the timing. His other hyungs and the manager were coming closer now that Jongho was done playing the exorcist but apparently it wasn’t enough that he had stopped vomiting.

Hongjoong, who was trailing a bit behind the others, lost all of his color then (considering that he could probably see and smell everything, Jongho couldn’t blame him), placed a hand in front of his mouth and gagged, looking panicked.

“Oh, God”, he groaned, barely loud enough for them to hear, and turned on his heel to run towards the bathroom signs illuminating the side of the rest stop. Hongjoong managed to take a few steps before he stumbled and crashed to his hands and knees. He coughed loudly and even from the distance Jongho was able to sick the sick splattering onto the ground in front of him.

Yunho and San worriedly and a bit overwhelmed looked at each other, apparently not having expected that. Then San followed their captain, kneeling down beside him and rubbing his back. Yunho and the manager knew that Hongjoong hated attention when he was ill, so they turned their backs and came closer to Jongho.

“Shit”, Seonghwa, on the other hand, cursed but tugged Jongho to the bench where they helped the maknae sit down, Mingi sitting to hug him from behind again. They both glanced towards Hongjoong a few times but tried to focus on the maknae.

“Baby, can we clean you up?”, Mingi asked carefully.

Tearing his gaze away from the sick captain as well, Jongho nodded blankly. Seonghwa squeezed his shoulder, probably the only part of Jongho that was not soiled.

“Hey, don’t worry. Joong-ah will be fine, you know he hasn’t been feeling well all day. It’s not your fault”, the eldest comforted, squatting down in front of Jongho.

“If I hadn’t gotten sick…”, Jongho started, body starting to shake in the cold air. He was still glad that despite being treated to the sounds of retching and gagging, as well as the sight of his captain vomiting, he wasn’t feeling sick again himself.

“Yunho-yah, can you go get Jongho-yah some fresh clothes?”, the manager said, leaving no time for arguments. “And maybe some towels and water?”

The manager crouched down to look up at Jongho and gave him a sad smile: “For what it’s worth, Joong-ah asked me to stop at this gas station anyways because he wasn’t feeling well even before that. It’s not your fault, I’m surprised he held out this long.”

“Hm, do you think it’s a virus or food poisoning?”, Seonghwa asked then. “I mean”, he offered when they all looked at him, “maknae here doesn’t get motion sick normally. Hongjoong-ah wasn’t feeling well all day, yes, he could be motion sick but considering that Jongho was also sick I think that’s unlikely.”

The manager shrugged. “Did you and Hongjoong-ah share food that nobody else ate, Jongho-yah?”

Jongho bit his lip and tried to think back. “I mean, we had some eggs for breakfast today which Wooyoung didn’t manage to eat because he was so slow in getting ready but I could have sworn they were good.”

“Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t”, the manager said and groaned as he got to his feet, “it doesn’t matter really. I will see if I can get the car clean, you three take care of Jongho-yah, hm?”

At that moment Yunho appeared next to the manager, holding towels, water bottles and fresh clothes as instructed and the manager patted his shoulder before leaving. Out of the corner of his eyes Jongho saw San lead Hongjoong into the gas station, probably to help him clean up too. San was carrying a towel too, so Yunho must have stopped to give it to them before.

Jongho was too tired to protest when Seonghwa wet the towel with a water bottle and started to clean his face and hands, while Yunho helped Mingi get out of his pants and held a big towel around him so he could change without being seen. There was nobody there except them but being idols they had learned not to assume things like that.

Jongho was bundled up in one of Yunho’s large sweaters and a pair of sweatpants he didn’t recognize who they belonged to. When he looked up he saw San and a pale Hongjoong approaching them. The captain truly looked awful, face washed out and his hairline was covered in sweat. San had wrapped an arm around the captain’s shoulders and held an honestly impressive amount of plastic bags in one hand.

Seonghwa raised his eyebrow at him as they arrived and the younger man grinned. “I think the cashier likes me. I asked for a few bags and he gave me like at least fifteen.”

“Don’t you think it’s rather because Hongjoong-hyung still looks really bad?”, Yunho asked teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood.

Hongjoong just weakly stuck out his tongue, lacking his normal enthusiasm at disciplining unruly dongsaeng. He must still be feeling really awful and Jongho noticed his hand hovering over his stomach. Yeah, definitely still nauseous.

Before the mood could get awkward San offered: “Well, anyway, I figured the bags might come in handy. Since Jongho-yah normally doesn’t get carsick and he and Hongjoong-hyung shared breakfast we think they might have food poisoning.”

“Yeah, we came to the same conclusion”, Mingi agreed, having managed to change himself and now was helping Seonghwa.

“I’m really sorry, Jjongie”, Hongjoong whispered sadly, a vast difference to his normally loud and happy voice, “I should have been more careful. Next time please tell me to wear my glasses and check the best-before date.”

San sighed, obviously unhappy with the captain blaming himself but he kept quiet and helped Hongjoong sit down on the bench next to Jongho. Then he handed a few of the bags to Seonghwa who put the soiled clothing inside to be discarded.

Most of Jongho’s and Mingi’s clothes couldn’t be saved anyways and Seonghwa probably wanted to get rid of the memory with the clothes.

“It’s alright, hyung”, Jongho said, feeling bad that his captain was feeling bad. He had genuinely enjoyed their morning. It wasn’t often that the two of them had uninterrupted time with just each other with their hectic schedules so he had relished in just talking with his hyung about not-work related stuff. It hurt, feeling unfair, that their amazing time had turned into this disaster. “I should have been more careful too. I don’t regret having spent time with you this morning for once.”

He beckoned Hongjoong closer and wrapped an arm around the smaller man. Hongjoong relaxed into his side and nodded faintly, letting Mingi wrap an arm around him too. It was clear that the captain was exhausted by the ordeal and likely long nights spent at the studio.

“That’s all very nice”, Seonghwa interrupted them, turning his oldest-hyung mode on, “but how are you two feeling now?”

Jongho took a second to check in with his body and he was very surprised. He was still slightly queasy, but it was more of an empty feeling. His vision had stopped swirling some time ago. Honestly, if he hadn’t thrown up half an hour ago he would have assumed he was just fine.

“I feel okay”, Jongho said and, when Hongjoong and Seonghwa stared at him with similar looks of disbelief, he added: “Truly! I’m not dizzy anymore and my stomach feels okay, just empty but not nauseous. I’m just really tired.” As if to prove his point, he yawned.

“Okay”, Seonghwa agreed, “that’s good. What about you, Joong-ah? Also the truth, please.”

Hongjoong grimaced, looking dazed. “My head still hurts and I’m a bit queasy still. I think I just need some more pain medication. I took some like half an hour ago but I threw it up just now, so…” He trailed off, looking at the manager who was walking up towards them. “I can go on though. No use in staying here of all places.”

“Alright”, the manager said, “Sadly they don’t have a pharmacy inside the station, so I couldn’t get any medication. We can stop later if you need us to. I bought some cleaning supplies though and the car is as clean as it gets. We can go on if you’re ready. Anybody who needs the bathroom better go now and somebody please go find Woo and Sang-ah.”

“Oh, well, they are inside in a booth”, San explained, “Wooyoungie wasn’t so good with the puking, so Sang-ah is distracting him with ice cream and games. I’ll go get them.”

The manager nodded and they split up with Jongho, Seonghwa and the manager going towards the bathroom while Mingi and Yunho, both having wrapped an arm around Hongjoong’s waist, walked towards the car which the manager had moved away from the puddle of vomit.

⌛

When they returned Yunho, Mingi, San, Wooyoung and Yeosang were standing next to the car with Hongjoong sitting in the footwell in the middle row, legs pulled up to his chest and leaning sideways against the middle row seat. He looked incredibly tiny and young that way, making Jongho feel extra bad for him. It was unfair really how much he was suffering while Jongho was fine after throwing up once.

In all seriousness Jongho was surprised that Hongjoong had been so sick while the maknae had eaten way more eggs than him but he supposed the elder’s exhaustion, headache and motion sickness didn’t make his situation better. Still, he wished that the captain would feel better soon. Jongho knew that Hongjoong had looked forward to the filming a lot, able to escape his stressful everyday life for a more relaxed atmosphere with his friends.

“We weren’t really sure how we should do the seating arrangement”, Yunho explained sheepishly, “technically Jongho-yah and Hongjoong-ah should both be in the front to help with the nausea but we don’t think it’s a good idea since they might get sick again and can’t help each other.”

“I can sit in the back row again”, Jongho said immediately, “I don’t feel sick anymore.”

“That’s very good, Jongho”, Seonghwa placated, shaking his head, “but I agree with Yunho. You already got so sick, we should try to avoid a repeat of that.”

Jongho nodded, too exhausted to discuss this in detail. He knew his overprotective hyungs would do everything to protect him even if there was nothing to protect him from. Also, he wasn’t sure if the motion of the car might set his stomach off again.

“Jjongie can go in the front, with either Mingi or Yunho”, Hongjoong said tiredly and without lifting his head from the seat, “Wooyoung and Yeosang should go in the middle row, we all know that Wooyoungie feels better when he feels like he can escape easily out of the door as soon as we stop. San can go with them. I’ll go in the back with Seonghwa and either Yunho or Mingi. I can take Jongho’s old seat so I’m furthest away from Wooyoungie as possible.”

Jongho couldn’t help but be impressed with their captain. He had put some obvious thought to the seating arrangement, despite still looking in pain and queasy.

San would be able to help Yeosang calm Wooyoung down should he have another emetophobia-fuelled panic attack. Mingi and Yunho needed the space the front provided. Seonghwa always felt best when helping members so he would go with Hongjoong (though Jongho supposed it was also a slightly selfish longing on the captain’s part, wanting his only hyung close). And Jongho would feel best in the front should the illness return.

The only flaw was that Hongjoong looked all sorts of ashen and green already and Jongho didn’t doubt he would be sick again, no matter if it was motion sickness or food poisoning.

Seonghwa seemed to think along the same lines as Jongho. “Joong-ah, you can’t be serious? I’m sorry to be so frank but you look like you’re about to hurl again and sitting in the back won’t help.”

Hongjoong sighed. “I feel like it too but whatever we do, if this is food poisoning I will be sick again no matter where I sit. Jongho might avoid getting sick again if he is in the front, considering he feels better, and Wooyoungie can’t sit in the back row, no matter how much it was cleaned. I’m sorry that you have to suffer our stupidity, Wooyoungie.”

Wooyoung just silently nodded in thanks, squeezing Yeosang’s hand tightly.

“Alright”, the manager interjected, “let’s get in everybody.”

Seonghwa sighed and helped Hongjoong up, so they could crawl into the back where the captain immediately rested his aching head against the cool window and clutched a plastic bag in his hands. Without looking at Mingi, Yunho jumped into the last empty seat in the back. When Mingi tried to protest he was shushed: “Go sit in the front with our maknae, Mingi-yah, I know you want to be with him. Besides I already had the privilege of not being a sardine in a box.”

Mingi grinned and thanked him before hopping into the front seat and pulling Jongho to sit next to him. Within minutes of exiting the rest stop, Jongho was asleep on his hyung.

⌛

During the drive he vaguely woke up when the car stopped and the members in the back got out of the van but Mingi guided his head back to his shoulder, whispering that he should go back to sleep, Hongjoong was just sick again, but he needed to rest.

It was early in the morning when they arrived at the filming location. Jongho had slept through the rest of the drive, he was told, through Hongjoong getting sick a few times until they arrived.

They had Hongjoong sit out from the filming for an hour or two, letting him sleep curled up in the middle row of the van with a member occasionally checking on him. But when he woke up, claiming to feel much better, he basically begged the manager to film with them and the manager agreed since he hadn’t thrown up since the drive.

When they returned to their dorms a few days later they found the carton of eggs to toss, which mocked them with a best-before date that was still in the future.

At least they weren’t to blame.

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hongjoongscafe · 1 year

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Don't do that

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Pairing: jonghoxreader

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Summary: he despised skinship.

Word count: 1.6k+

Note: Happiest birthday @cheline 💓💓. Thank you for being such a great friend of mine😘. Although I am late by a few hours but you understand🥹. Hopefully, this year you might find a hammy for yourself and then send me many cute pictures and videos of that hammy. I hope you get to go to every concert your heart wishes for💓. Also, thank you for this cute idea😊💓

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“No, please,” Jongho whined and got away from you when you tried to cuddle him.

He has been like this forever. You knew that he disliked skinship but this much!? You were left speechless. There are many people you knew who didn’t like skinship but they always made a sweet exception for their dearest lovers.

You thought that he might be the same and be physically closer to you (not to say that you wanted to show off that he is only close to you– someone special). It made you sad.

Holding hands while walking or hugging by the beach. Cuddling during the movie nights. Half-hugging while admiring the pretty view. Kissing randomly in public or even in the privacy of your house.

Yeah, it was all just a dream. Oh, you wanted him to be closer to you and not feel like that.

It hurts, even more, when you recall the times when you came into the relationship with him, he was the sweetest. He would kiss your knuckles all the time. He would never leave your hand. It felt real back then. Right now, you felt like you both were in an arranged marriage. It sucked.

“Please, Jojo, I just want to hold your hand,” you requested. Trying to keep your voice low so that people around you in the street won’t listen to your frustrated voice.

“I don’t like it, y/n. You know I hate skinship,” Jongho sighed and walked further with you just standing behind.

~~~

ATEEZ was going on a world tour. Everyone was there saying goodbye to their loved ones. Hugging and kissing their partners. It made you jealous and sad. Jongho was standing next to you doing nothing but saying how he would surprise Atiny with his new ideas. He was excited about the concerts and everything that came along with them, i.e, interaction with Atiny and well, of course, the fact that he will get to explore many places.

You sighed and faced him, “Jojo, I’m gonna miss you.”

He looked at you and smiled, “me too! I’ll make sure to take some time out to talk to you. And I’ll bring a gift for you,” he winked.

You smiled and tried to cup his face for a kiss. But being the Jongho he is, he held your wrists and moved you away, “don’t,” he casually stated without knowing how much his actions hurt you. You only wanted to kiss him before he disappeared for three months. Three months without seeing him or going close at least felt his body heat.

~~~

Things were getting worse. You hated being on the internet. All you wanted to do was to throw your phone away and break the shit out of it.

Why, you may ask.

Well, Jongho was posting pictures with their translator. That wasn’t the main problem. The main problem was that he was holding her in those pictures. An arm around her neck, sometimes a hand on her waist.

Bitter you, you went through your gallery to find at least one picture in which he was holding you. But guess what, there were none. No, zero. If he was anti-skinship, then why was he being handsy with others? Is it you? Are you not enough for him? Or does he feel ashamed of you?

Your heart broke into a million pieces when you concluded: he doesn’t love you anymore and is dating someone else.

The next few weeks were nothing but terrible.

~~~

“Hey, how are you?” Hongjoong greeted you as you entered his studio. He was the only rational person you could talk to. He was the leader and knew his members better than anybody. He knew how to calm anyone's nerves and give the wisest advice.

“Hi, well, not the best,” you honestly said.

He sat straight and looked at you with concern kissing his face, “why? What happened?”

“I- I don’t know how to say it out loud…” you hesitated and a bit of anxiety shadowed down on you.

“Hey, here drink some water,” Hongjoong handed you some water. “Take your time and talk it out. Keeping it inside won’t do any good.”

You took the water and drank half of the bottle in a single breath, “thanks,” you panted, catching your breath. “You see, the thing is that… I am not sure if Jongho loves me anymore…”

Hongjoong's face had a big question-mark expression for a second before he chuckled, “why would you say that?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I just feel like it,” you sighed.

“Something must have happened that this thought came into your head,” he said.

“You know how he hates skinship, right?” You asked.

“Oh I know,” he agreed.

“He is like that in our personal life as well,” you began. “He hates when I get too close. He always dodges my touches. If I try to kiss him or make… any move… he just,” you sighed, “he just, hates it and stays far away,” you finally opened up.

“How does that make you feel?” He carefully asked.

“To be honest, it makes me feel shitty,” you said. “I feel like he doesn’t love me and feels disgusted by me that he won’t ever give in for skinship in public. How bad is holding hands?” a surprised sob fell from your throat. “I feel like– I feel like I am not enough. I feel like he is interested in someone else, someone who is perfect unlike me,” you wiped your eyes and drank the rest of the water.

Hongjoong nodded and thought for a second, processing what you said. He cleared his throat and looked at you, “in my opinion, you should talk to him frankly and tell him how you feel, you know? As far as I know, he is not cheating on you, I can make sure of that. He is whipped for you. He never stops talking about you… but as for skinship, I can understand where you are coming from and him ignoring and dodging your affections like that is bad. He should be more open with you, in the end, he is your boyfriend.”

Hongjoong smiled at you and continued, “you are just overthinking the facts. Give yourself a break and be easy on yourself. You are perfect and the prettiest star for him.”

Oblivious of you two, you didn't know that Jongho was hearing your conversation through the tiny crack of the door that was not completely closed.

Jongho felt the worst. You felt like that because of him. It was his fault that you felt bad about yourself and questioned if you are enough or not.

He needed to make it better.

~~~

It was night and you were asleep. You didn't wait for Jongho to come back home. You didn't have any energy left after your therapy-type session with Hongjoong.

Jongho came back about an hour before midnight and found you dead asleep in your bed. His heart broke after seeing your swollen eyes. He didn't take the risk to touch and accidentally wake you up. Instead, he started working on something.

Right when the clock hit midnight, you heard someone calling your name and shaking you. You whined and tossed and turned in the bed. Finally, you opened one of your eyes and saw Jongho sitting by your side. You got up and sat straight, “Jojo, what happened? Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Happy Birthday to you~ happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to my dear love~” Jongho sang the birthday song in a low, romantic voice and brought the cake in front of you.

You gasped. You had totally forgotten that it was your birthday. “Jojo…” you smiled and cut the cake.

He picked up a tiny bite and fed you. There was a little bit of cake at the end of your lips. He chuckled and cupped your face to lick it away. You froze. Never in a million years, you thought this would happen. But it didn't stop there, he captured your lips in a sweet and romantic kiss. His lips moved slowly and steadily against yours. They were warm and soft and fluffy. You never wanted to leave this feeling.

You both broke the kiss to take a breath. He chuckled and hugged you tightly in his muscular arms. “Happiest birthday, my love. You are the only one I have… Please never be sad and always talk to me. I love you and forever will… I can't imagine being without you. You are like my daily dose of sanity. I love being next to you… It's not that I hate skinship with you, it's just I am always terrified of something bad. Do you know what I mean? Some toxic people might end up hurting you… And in private, I'm scared that I will get addicted to your touch.”

You pulled away from the hug and looked into his eyes. “D-did Hongjoong talk to you?”

“No… I might have accidentally eavesdropped on your conversation,” he scratched his neck. “I don't want you to think something that is not true. You are the best I ever had and I won't ever change that. I only want you and no one else. Is that clear to you?” he asked

Your eyes become teary. You smiled and nodded and hugged him again. You took your sweet time to feel him up, trying to take up all the heat and feeling of his hard body against you. You felt safe and loved. “Jojo, I can take the criticism of toxic people but please don't be so away from me… That hurts more…”

Jongho pecked your lips, “I learned my lesson the hard way, I will never do this again… I love you, my love.”

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Naughty

Plot: seonghwa forgets the rules

Warnings: sub!seonghwa, dom!reader, gn!reader, riding, teasing, cumming…(let me know if I missed something)

Requested by: @whatudowhennooneseesyou my first request! Hope you like it!

(English is not my first language :/)

Today was a very special day for you. You where seeing the boys after not being able to because of a work related trip.Hongjoong called you as soon as you got home asking you to come to their celebration dinner for their succesfull comeback, you agreed. You where excited to meet all of them again but you where the most excited for your boyfriend Seonghwa. A few days back he called you really late at night, he was gasping and basically moaning your name “T/n I miss you so much” he said as he left out a small moan “I can’t take this anymore” he cried “Seonghwa” you said with a firm tone Are you touching yourself without my permisson?” you asked, you knew he was but you wanted to hear it from him "Seonghwa" you said again since he didn’t answer your question. You looked down at your phone a bit concerned just to discover that he had hung up on you “So you want to do this then?” you smirked.

While getting ready you couldn’t stop thinking about all the things you could do to your bf. As soon as you finished you headed out to the location Hongjoong sent you. The place was a small pub but there where a lot of people, almost full. Jongho greeted you at the door “Here here! Hongjong was supposed to greet you but he’s too drunk to even walk” he laughed “This way”. Both of you got to the table where all the boys where and as soon as you saw the state all the boys where in you couldn’t stop laughing. You had six wobbly red men laughing and trying their best to greet you. You where expecting to see Seonghwa but he wasn’t there, “Jongho, where is Seonghwa” you asked him since he was the only one who could give an answer “He’s at the dorm, he said he wasn’t feeling good so he didn’t want to come” he said while filling his glass “I’m going to go and check on him, do you mind?” Jongho shook his head “It’s okay, have fun!” he laughed.

Heading to the dorm you started to wonder if Seonghwa was actually not feeling good and started worring. You knocked on the door and seconds later Seonghwa opened the door “I didn’t expect you to come so early guys, did yall have f-" he stopped when he realized that those weren’t his members “o-oh, t/n, what are you doing h-here?” he lowered his head but you could see he was flustered “I came here to see if my naughty boyfriend was doing okay” you said with a smirk on your face, you walked into the apartment “Why didn’t you go to the pub? We could have had a really great time” Seonghwa still looking down with both hands shyly behind his back “S-sorry i-” you got closer to him “Are you going to lie to me again?” you said while raising his head by the chin “You know what you did, and you need to be punished for it” Seonghwa’s face was red and you could see his eyes started to water, he wanted this so bad.

You dragged him into his room and sat on the bed “Take your clothes off” you said while getting some ropes from your bag. Seonghwa started undressing slowly, his mind was going crazy, he didn’t know what where you going to do to him and that made him more and more eager to touch you, feel you. “Sit down” Seonghwa sat down as soon as the words left your mouth, he needs you. You started to tie his arms and legs dow to the chair while "accidentally" brushing against his erection which made a whine leave his mouth “ T/n i-i need you, p-please” he moaned “I know darling, but this is a punishment remember?” you finished tying him up and you started to undres while walking towards the bed “You better not take your eyes off me” you sat on the edge of the bed facing towards him, slowly opening your legs all the way so he could see the performance you where about to do for him perfectly.

Seonghwa moaned and squirmed as he saw you touching yourself in all the places he wanted to. His twiching dick looked like it was going to explode, but you didn’t care, he needed to be punished for what he did. You kept pleasing yourself moaning Seonghwa’s name and exchanging quick glances and throwing your head back right after “I-im cumming” you looked at your boyfriend as you finished, he was a moaning mess, whimpering your name while asking for forgiveness, his whole body was sweating his hips moving back and forth trying to get the smallest friction, you smiled “I love seeing you like this darling” you got up and walked towards him, you sat on his lap and started grinding on his cock while leaving bite marks all over his neck, he placed his head on the crook of your neck you could feel his hair brush against your shoulders “ I-im cumming” he moaned “C-can i cum p-please t/n”he said while looking up to you. You started moving faster making him moan louder and louder, you wanted to punish him and not let him cum but how could you say no to those eyes "g-go ahead darling" you moaned as you where close to cumming again. He shivered and looked at you with the sweetest smile “Thank you” you wipped a tear that ran down his cheek which still had a pink thint on them “ Don’t ever hang up on me again okay?, if you need me just ask for permission” you left a soft kiss on his forehead “ Now let’s clean you up before the others come back” you kissed him “I’m really sorry, I won’t do it again”

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hahafixon · 9 months

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We Write Letters ~ *Kang Yeosang*

Summary: You and a stranger named Yeosang have been writing love letters back and forth for over a year. Though you’ve never seen him, he’s seen you once a long time ago. Now he wants to meet you for real…

Pairing: Kang Yeosang X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 2409

Warning: N/A

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Another day, another letter. You found it in your mailbox and your heart beat faster at the thought of reading another letter. It felt like it had been ages since you’ve received another note, even though it had only been two weeks. Nevertheless, you waited every day for another letter from him. And now it was here in your hands.

Quickly, you entered your apartment and ripped open the letter. It was full of the words you longed to hear. You sat on your couch and started to read as fast as your brain would allow.

Dear Y/n,

It feels as if it’s been ages since I’ve last written to you. I miss reading your letters and the old ones I have aren’t cutting it anymore. I need another note, another sign that you are still alive and well. I’m sure you are, but just hearing from you always puts my mind at ease. I need another letter of yours in my hands. So I was hoping this letter could invite you to write again.

Things have been good on my end. All of the boys are alright, though sometimes it feels like they’re not. Wooyoung and San are still getting into trouble against Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s wishes. Yunho is still looking out for Mingi and Jongho is always just there to watch the chaos unfold. Even though they drive me crazy and I often want to tear my hair out being with them, I wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world. They’re just as special to me as you are.

Ah, there I go again, constantly fantasizing about being with you again. Wooyoung likes to tease me that I should just ask for your number and call or text you. But I’ve told him a thousand times that it doesn’t feel personal enough. I like these letters because I feel I can read your true self better in it. I can see your beautiful soul and I am touched by your tender heart. Your words make my heart beat much faster than normal and I find myself falling deeper in love with you. Yes, I prefer letters. I hope you do too.

I wish I had more to say to you. That one glance in passing from a year ago is starting to fade from memory. I wish I saw you more. But I suppose fate is cruel like that. Perhaps someday, though it doesn’t feel like it’ll be anytime soon. I guess I’ll just keep wishing and hoping one day I will see you again.

Until then…

Sincerely,

Kang Yeosang

You clutched the piece of paper to your chest, as if you could absorb his sweet words into your bloodstream. However, you knew it was too good to be true. Your mind drifted back to when you received your first letter from him a little over a year ago.

Upon opening your mailbox, you noticed that besides your usual bills and ads, there was a letter with just your name. After reading it, you met Yeosang for the first time. He had seen you enter your apartment once and since then, he couldn’t get you out of his head. He had given you his address, saying that if you wanted to get to know him, all you had to do was write back and if you didn’t, your lack of response would let him know. So despite some initial hesitation, you answered him.

And the letters kept coming ever since. You learned that his friend San had an apartment in your same building, but for the life of you, you couldn’t find it. Not that you were looking. You learned that he was an artist and waiter, who lived across town and never had enough time or money to get away to come see you again. While you wanted to finally see him for the first time, you were okay with waiting. Though with each new letter, your patience was waning. You needed to see him.

As you laid there, his letter on your chest, you started to craft a response in your head. You needed to match his eloquence and pour out your undying fondness for him onto the page. So you carefully selected each word as best as you could. It had to be perfect because all of his letters were perfect to you. When you finally came to what you believed was the best response you could craft, you sat up and got what you needed. Then it was time to put pen to paper.

Dear Yeosang,

It’s so good to hear from you again. I know with your busy schedule, it’s hard to get away and find time to write. Every letter you send me reminds me just how much you care about me and how much you long to talk to me. Each word on the paper consumes my thoughts and envelopes my heart in joy and longing. What I wouldn’t give to see you just once in my life. I would forever be content.

I agree with you in the fact that letters feel more intimate. Anyone can send a text or spend two minutes on a phone call. But letters take much more effort to convey the correct emotions. Words must be perfectly selected to get a point across. And the words you choose make the world stop even for a moment. My heart never stops beating too fast when I read and reread them. I love how you write and I love how I can feel every single emotion you pour into each and every letter. It still makes my heart soar knowing that they’re only for me.

I’m doing well as well. Work has kept me busy, but not too busy to enjoy your letters when they come. I try to keep busy to keep from missing you too much. It’s much harder than you think. It seems every aspect of my life inadvertently leads back to you in some way, shape, or form. I suppose you could call it love, though I find longing the more correct term.

Forgive me, I’m not as eloquent as you are when I write. I try but I’m not sure it’s half as good as the letters you write to me. Regardless, I want to share a little secret with you, though I’m sure you can guess what I’m going to say. I have a box of your letters on my nightstand and anytime I need your words of love and adoration, I read each one in order. They never cease to make me smile. I have to thank you wholeheartedly for writing to me. Without your words, I fear what might happen. Your letters are everything to me and more. So thank you for everything.

Until you write again,

Y/n L/n

Folding up the paper, you slid it into an envelope and sealed it. Carefully addressing it and putting a stamp on it, you went back to your mailroom and had it delivered. Now you just had to wait to hear from him again. It could be days, weeks, maybe even months. But you would wait as long as it took to hear from him again for Yeosang was worth it.

And so you waited.

The waiting was the hard part for you. What you wouldn’t give for him to send back his response instantaneously. You could then read more of his sweet, perfect words until you fell asleep, dreaming of everything he told you. But you knew that writing such a perfect letter took time, considering it definitely took you time to craft something worth of Yeosang. Though it seemed like his words came so effortlessly to him, you knew that he still had to have time to write, address, send, and deliver it. If only the mail carrier knew how badly you desired the letters of the man you loved.

But for now, you had to wait.

It was almost three weeks later when you finally received a response back. You were beginning to get worried when you saw the envelope with your name printed in such beautiful writing. In a flash, you were back in your apartment, eagerly tearing into the letter you’ve waited over half a month for.

Dear Y/n,

Your words continue to make me smile and I’ve reread your last letter at least twenty times. No matter what you write, it’s always perfect to me! I will never ever get tired of reading your letters for as long as I live.

Unfortunately, this letter will be short, but I have a good reason! My friends have convinced me I should meet with you face to face finally after only writing to you for so long. I know they’ve been teasing me to meet with you ever since I received your first letter in response. But now they’ve really twisted my arm by saying they’ll all bombard you with letters asking you to meet me. I wanted to save you from an overflowing mailbox so I’m asking you through this letter if you would like to finally meet me.

As I write this, I am anxious for your response. I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to. If you don’t want to meet, I completely understand. As long as I still have your letters, I’ll forever be content. But, if you would like to meet in person, would you please meet me at the coffee shop next to your apartment building at one in the afternoon tomorrow?

Please think about it,

Kang Yeosang

The letter slipped from your fingers.

He wanted to meet you? After over a year, he wanted to see you again? And you would be seeing him for the very first time! It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Sure, you’ve always wanted to meet Yeosang in person, but now? Were you ready? Were you worthy of meeting him? You weren’t anything special. But you must be if he had been sending you letters after all this time. But would he be disappointed in what he saw? Would he wish he had kept the anonymity between the two of you? Would you wish that once you saw him?

All of these questions were making you sick to your stomach. You really did want to meet him, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to. You grabbed the fallen letter and reread it a few more times. It seemed he really wanted to meet you. So why not? After everything you’ve read from him, he never gave you a reason to not trust him. And it was just coffee. There weren’t any strings attached.

So despite your better judgment, you made up your mind and planned to see him tomorrow afternoon at the coffee shop.

All day you worried about what to wear, what to say, what to do. You second-guess yourself a half dozen times, constantly debating on whether to go see him or not. You were sure you were putting holes in your carpet with how you were nervously pacing back and forth. But you couldn’t help it.

This was big! You were finally going to meet Yeosang after over a year of writing letters to each other. You never thought you’d ever get to see him. You thought you would just have a secret admirer for the rest of your life. Of course thinking that now, you realized how foolish you were being. But now all of your fantasies and dreams are about to become real. The only thing you could do now was hope everything would turn out okay.

Oh, sure, you had the usual thoughts of what would happen if he was a crazed weirdo wanting to kill you. And you had contingency plans in place if he was a horrible person in general. But you wanted to have faith that he was a good person. With the sweet words he sent you, you had to have some belief that he was good. So while you were sure you had safety plans in place, you planned to go into the meeting with an open, honest, and positive mindset.

An hour before the meeting time, with your nervous energy to blame, you started to head to the coffee shop. You could stop fiddling with your clothes and checking your phone for the time. Everytime you checked, only a minute had gone by. But you couldn’t help it! This had to be the slowest hour of your life! You were seated at the coffee shop about forty-five minutes before you were supposed to meet him. In an attempt to try and satiate your nerves, you ordered a coffee and something to eat. However the food made your stomach sour. At least the coffee went down with ease.

You kept your eyes trained on the door, hoping that whoever came in you would see him and just know that he was Yeosang. But no one seemed to light up or even acknowledge you. Which just made your heart sink until you reminded yourself that you were very early. There was one man who came in, saw you, and immediately turned around, racing down the street towards your apartment building. Though you thought it was odd, you had to seriously tell yourself that it couldn’t have been Yeosang. There is no way he saw you and turned tail like that.

Checking your phone once more, you saw that he had five minutes until one. Was he going to even show? Were you just being too hopeful? Was this a joke? Were you part of some cruel prank? If that was the case, you weren’t sure you could ever recover from the blow to your heart. But you tried to hold onto the last bit of faith you had that he would show up.

At one o’clock on the dot, a man walked into the coffee shop. Your eyes widened. He had to be the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

And he was looking right at you.

Your heart beat faster as he made his way over to your table and touched the back of the chair across from you. “Is this seat taken?”

Even his voice was attractive.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to squeak out. “I’m actually waiting for someone.”

He smiled and your heart melted. “I know. I’m Yeosang.”

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