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silv3rswirls · 3 years

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Comforting their s/o when they cry (Ateez)

Note: Some of the members came out short than others based on the scenarios I picked for them

Tike taken: about 30 minutes/unedited

♡Seonghwa♡

Crying over an argument

You and Seonghwa were busy people. You worked part-time and went to school, while Seonghwa could often get caught up with KQ and Ateez. So, spending time together could be hard to find at times. But you made it work, mainly by trying to plan things the best you could around Seonghwa’s schedules. Most of the time it worked out, but lately, it hasn't. You just couldn’t cancel and reschedule all the important events coming up and unfortunately, your dates with Seonghwa had suffered.

That’s why both of you were standing around in the dorm bickering at the moment. Seonghwa wanted to go out with you tomorrow afternoon, but you were swamped. “Can’t you reschedule it?” He asked again, “I want to take you out.”

“I can’t” you pressed, “I really can’t miss this, I’m sorry.”

“But you keep saying that, we haven’t spent time together in weeks.” He frowned, frustration building in his voice. “Can’t you cancel? Do you just not want to spend time with him?”

“I always cancel!” You snapped, “I always reschedule so we can be together, so don’t say I don’t want to spend time with you!”

A thick silence fell between the two of you and you hadn’t even noticed your tears until Seonghwa came to brush them away. “I try really hard to accommodate you, and I don’t mind, but sometimes I just can’t, okay?”

Seonghwa wore a guilty expression as he took in your glassy eyes and stressed demeanor. “I’m sorry...do you really plan everything around me?”

You nodded, “I want nothing more than to go out with you all the time, but sometimes things are just too much, okay? I’m sorry I can’t go tomorrow-”

He hushed you, “don’t apologize, I shouldn’t be so persistent in your rescheduling.” He rubbed comforting circles on your hand as he held it, “just forget about tomorrow, let’s just enjoy the time we have together right now.”

♡Hongjoong♡

He's late for a date

Seeing you slowly descend into tears as he tried to explain why he was late hurt. He hadn’t meant to get caught up at work, but he had and your evening date had momentarily slipped his mind. Hence why he was nearly thirty minutes late. He had found you, bored on your phone as you kept up the waiting. He had swopped in with apologies and excuses, but hearing them only made you sadder than you already were. It wasn’t the first time he had forgotten, in fact, you almost expected it. It didn’t make things sting any less, so as you listened to him explain how he had gotten so caught up in work you felt the sting of tears building in your eyes, unable to hold them in as you choked back a sob.

“Don’t cry!” Hongjoong had pressed himself closer to you. It truly took him off guard, seeing as you were also so understanding of these kinds of things. “Don’t cry, I’m sorry.” It tore him up to see you crying because of him, but his heart broke when he heard you mutter than it was to be expected of him as you tried to wiggle free. His hold on you grew lax as he looked back on all the times he had done this. With a pang of guilt in his chest, he realized that he had come to expect you to accept his apologies and excuses, accidentally taking advantage of your usual kind and supportive energy.

He waits until the two of you are outside, following you to your car. “Just go home, I don’t feel like doing anything anymore.” You sniffled, fishing your keys from your bag.

He nodded but went in for another hug, wrapping his arms tight around your body and pressing his face into your shoulder. “I’ll do better” he mutters, “I promise, I’m so sorry for tonight.” Tentatively he rubs away whatever tears are left in your eyes and kisses your forehead, “text me when you get home, okay?”

You nod with a small smile, sharing one more hug before heading off.

♡Yunho♡

Crying of frustration

Yunho immediately brought you in for a hug when he noticed your frustration spilling into tears. You had been working on your schoolwork the past few hours, studying and preparing for your exams while he watched a movie beside you. You had been turning your mind over and over trying to understand the material in front of you, but every time you tried to work it out you found yourself either wrong or too lost to keep going. Frustration set in early as you tried to keep going, but as you did so your eyes clouded with tears and they escaped right as Yunho came back with a snack for the of you.

“Awe, baby don’t cry” he cooed, arms tight around you as he pulled you away from your work. He could understand being so overwhelmed and frustrated, but seeing your break down into tears over it tugged his heartstrings harder. “It’s okay, just take a break.” He squeezes you tight, almost like he was trying to squeeze your frustration away. He made you take a long break, have some water, and a snack to relax. In the end, he sat by your side and helped you through it, a bit lost as well but eager to help you. He keeps his arm around you the whole time.

♡Yeosang♡

A pet passes away

Yeosang had no idea what to do when you tearfully explained how your beloved family pet had passed away the previous day. You had come to him with teary eyes but as you explained the situation further you broke down to full sobs. His eyes grew wide as you broke down, understandably so. “I’m sorry” he spoke softly, taking your hand gently and guiding you to sit down. Losing a pet could be so painful, he just wanted to take all your pain away.

He knew he couldn’t just make it disappear, so he let you get it all out on his shoulder. Rubbing your back and handing you tissues. Yeosang wants to be there for you all he can, despite being a little jumbled and awkward with his actions at times. He makes sure you cuddle up close with him, petting through your hair and reminding you of all the good memories with your pet. He wants you to smile back on all the good things.

♡San♡

Watching a sad movie

With a storm raining outside, you and San had chosen to settle down for the evening with a movie. Cuddled under a blanket with snacks and light conversations as the movie San picked at random ran through its time. You had liked the movie at first, a kind of coming-of-age film as it slowly went through the main character’s life with her friends and family.

It was towards the end where you found your face heating up with tears. The main character was reminiscing in her old age of her youth and all the people that impacted her life, focusing heavily on one of her childhood friends that she had a falling out with. They had never spoken again, going separate ways in life seemingly not missing the other. It ripped at your heartstrings a bit too personally as you were only reminded of an old friend you had drifted from. As the credits rolled and you sat with old memories you could feel your shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Baby?” San was caught off guard to find you crying. You explained how close to home it had hit you, and San scrambled to change it to something happier to take your mind off of it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have picked a sad one.” He frowned, holding on to your tightly. Even long after your tears stopped he keeps you in his arms, cuddling and talking sweetly with you for the rest of the night.

♡Mingi♡

Overwhelmed

Mingi’s go-to had been to scoop you up in a bear hug. He knew with just how hard you had begun to break down that it wasn’t just over breaking a glass. He listened to you desperately try to explain how it was so much more than the glass, how hard you had been trying to hold everything in the past month or so. He clings to you for the rest of the day, encouraging you to let everything out and cry as long and hard as you need to. He’ll be there for you through it all.

“Come to me whenever you need.” He assures you that it’s okay, he wants to hear about all your worries and frustrations. The both of you lay down, cuddling as you recount how emotionally blocked you had been. Talking away all the big worries on your mind as Mingi listened to every word. He keeps his arms tight around you.

♡Wooyoung♡

Not knowing why

Wooyoung had come home excited to see you after a long day. He had many things stored away to tell you about, questions about your day, about your next date, anything that had come to mind during the day. Eagerly he found you in bed, the big smile on his face slowly fading as he noticed your quiet crying. He tones his energy down and sits beside you. Carefully he runs a hand over your back, catching your attention as you turn over to face him. “What happened?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know...I just needed to cry I guess.” You seem upset, unable to figure out exactly why or what you were crying over. Seeing your boyfriend’s brow knit in confusion and a small pout taking his lips only made you cry more. You had buried your face into his thigh, but Wooyoung wasted no time crawling under the covers with you. “It’s okay” he soothes, an arm around your waist as the other rubs away your tears, poking and pinching at your cheek in an attempt to get you to smile. “Sometimes we just need to cry, it’s okay.”

♡Jungho♡

Stress

“Everything’s fine, I’m here.”

Jongho had been with you when you began to break down. He was sitting on the sofa of your place as you pace around, on the phone with work as major changes were taking place. Watching you frantically scribble down dates and notes, anyone could easily tell how stressed you were getting.

When you finally hung up, standing over the table quietly and playing with your pen he got up to check on things. He found you rereading everything you hastily scribbled down, chewing your lip as you tried not to start crying. Between school and work, you were feeling nothing but stress and worry over how things would turn out in the coming days.

“I-I’m sorry” you hiccuped, rubbing your eyes. Jongho hadn’t known what to do at first, but he’s quick to let you wrap your arms around him and try to compose yourself. He strokes your hair, again muttering that it was okay to cry on his shoulder like this. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?” He keeps an eye on you even when you break away and takes a few deep breaths.

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dairyminki · 2 years

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Fluffy Ear Warmers and Mittens | c.s

↬ pairing: choi san x gn!reader

↬ summary: you went to go Christmas shopping with your adorable boyfriend.

↬ genre: fluff, established relationship, Christmas/holidays au, non-idol au

↬ warning: none

↬ wc: 771

↬ a/n: here’s one of my entries for @ficscafe’s peppermint latte holiday event!

* read = reblog !!

"I look silly, don't I?"

Admiring the fluffy ear warmers he wore and his mitten-clad hands, you only laughed at your boyfriend's question in an attempt to tease him. But when you see the little pout starting to form on his lips, you instantly shake your head and move closer to cup his face in your hands.

"You're quite an adorable little thing right now, actually, Sannie." You told him as you gave him an eskimo kiss.

Oh, how you loved it when his pout was replaced by his beautiful smile, dimples popping out of both sides of his cheeks, his cat-like eyes forming into cute pretty crescents.

How did you get so lucky?

"Thank you." San tells you warmly, then he kisses you on the lips.

"Shall we go now, then?"

"We shall." San responds and then the two of you leave the apartment, hand in hand.

"Hongjoong check, Seonghwa check, Yunho check, aaand Yeosang, check!" San exclaims as he excitingly crossed out the names on his gift list.

"As for me, I'm done with Mingi's, Wooyoung's and Jongho's…" You trailed off at the side as you looked at your own list.

"Only one name left on the list." You and San both turned to each other after you said it at the same time.

"Who's yours?" San asks you but you gestured for him to go first.

"You." He says, to which you giggled, replying the same word to him.

After getting hot waffles, you and San figured it'd be best to separate ways since you're both buying gifts for each other.

The element of surprise would be gone, he had told you and you agreed with him.

Now, you find yourself wandering around a clothing store, your pretty little head still left indecisive because first; you suck at picking clothes on your own and second; the store is filled with too many options!

San was an easy man. The way to his heart is nothing tricky since he wasn't picky at all.

For all the years you've been together, it was always you who got spoiled with material things by him. You make it up quite well and abundantly in return though - through kisses and cuddles, which he loves to the moon and back.

You spent maybe an hour just roaming around the place and a few good minutes in the cashier counter, before you went out of the store with a neatly wrapped present in hand.

You hope San will love what you got him.

"What's that?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Please? I'll tell you what I got you, in return." San looks at you with pleading eyes, but you only hit his head gently.

"Where's the guy who said, I quote and unquote, "The element of surprise would be gone," earlier, hmm?"

San whines, clinging to your arm as you two exit your way from the crowd-filled mall.

"I just wanted to know because, why is your gift bigger than what I got you?!" He continues to cry out beside you.

"Sannie." You stopped walking and faced him. "It doesn't matter who gets the bigger gift and who doesn't. What matters is the pureness of your heart."

At that, San wheezes, "Did you just quote what Wooyoung said to you last Christmas?"

"Yeah, I just did. And what about it?"

"Nothing. Anyway, are you sure you didn't get me a really expensive gift? Because I'll feel bad if you’d spent so much on me, love." San frowns lightly at you.

"You're worth spending a diamond for, San. And, don't feel bad, okay? I willingly bought this gift for you because you deserve it, yeah?" You told him, holding one of his hands reassuringly.

"Okay." San responds with a light smile.

"Now, shall we go home?" You pat his cheeks lovingly and he nods.

When the two of you were already seated inside your car, San stopped you before you could even start the vehicle's engine.

You watched your boyfriend as he opened one of the paper bags he had with him.

Surprise was evident on your face when you saw what he pulled out from the bag.

"San, really?"

"Yeah, really." San chuckles as he puts the fluffy ear warmers on you, the matching mittens, sitting on his lap.

"Now we're a match!" San exclaims as he admired the new look he gave you.

Not being able to fight off the smile that's starting to appear on your lips, you ask,

"And? Am I as adorable as you, Sannie?"

San smiles widely and leans until your foreheads touch.

"Yes, you are indeed, love."

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woos-lil-oreo · 3 years

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Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

Taglist: @shusan @woowommy @ceopjy @joongsprincess @yunhofingers

Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I’m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that’s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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hi can I request a reaction with ateez? how would they back hug their s/o? can you please make it detailed and super fluffy 🥺 thank you

Ateez reaction: Back hugs with Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2,2k+

➼ Warnings: none? Maybe pet names, neck / cheek kisses and playing with your tummy, idk. 💀 If there are any more, please let me know!

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

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Park Seonghwa

You two were out for a date. After finishing your dinner, both of you went out to the balcony of the noble restaurant you were eating at. You had a perfect view of the city, all the shining lights adding a magical feeling to it. Seonghwa was hugging you from behind, taking in the smell of your shampoo. „It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A smile creeped on your face. „It is. Thank you for bringing me here, Hwa.” Now he was the one smiling. „Of course, honey.” He now placed a few kisses on your cheek. It felt so good, you didn’t wanted this moment to end. „Thank you, Y/N.” You slightly turned your head in his direction, wondering what he could be thankful for. „For what?” He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. „Thank you for being here with me. I’ve never been this happy before.” Your face lit up within a second, eyes shining bright. He’s so cute! „You have no idea how much I love you, Hwa.” Another smile creeped on his face. He was about to kiss you but got interrupted by one of the waiters. „Sir, I will leave the bill on the front desk at the entrance, if that’s ok?” Both of you turned around to face him, then quacking out into a laugher. The waiter seemed confused, so Seonghwa was fast to speak. „Yes, that’s totally fine, thank you.” The waiter gave you a quick nod and left. You looked at each other again, grinning. „He really ruined the moment, ha?” You nodded. „I thought this only happens in movies.”

Kim Hongjoong

A slow song was silently playing in the background. Hongjoong and you lightly swung from side to side, him pressing your back against his chest. It was late at night and you two were finally having a romantic date together. The atmosphere was so relaxing, neither of you wanting this moment to end. Hongjoongs head rested in the crook of your neck, him placing a few kisses on your soft skin every now and then. Now, an hour has passed yet you two didn’t move nor said anything. Honestly, you didn’t had to. You don’t know how but you two communicated through out your minds. Slowly, both of you got tiered. Hongjoong raised his head up and took your hand in his to pull you into your shared bedroom. You two laid down and stared at each other in the eyes. Oh, how you got lost in this this men’s eyes. But it was not only you, Joong felt the same way. He loved your eyes, it was one of his favorite things about you. Reaching up his hand to stroke your cheek, a smile appearing on your face, signaling him that you were thankful for that. Well, you were grateful for everything he has done for you, most importantly for having him in your live. Yet another time at this lovely evening, none of you had to open your mouths to let the other know how much you loved and appreciated each other.

Jeong Yunho

You felt how two arms clung around your waist, while you were washing the dishes. The person behind you then placed a kiss on top of your head and pulled you closer on his body, a smile taking place on your face. „What’s wrong puppy?” You knew that the tall male behind you blushed at that, this happening a lot of times now. „Nothing, I just missed your touch.” You pulled one of your eyebrows up. „Oh? We had a whole cuddle session just a few minutes ago.” Now a laugh left your mouth, Yunho joining you in the process. „That wasn’t enough, I need some more. Now please beautiful human creature, hurry up so I can cage you in my arms for the rest of our lives.” You felt how a bright smile was still plastered on his face, even after speaking. Shaking your head, you cleaned the last few dishes, before turning around and looking straight into the eyes of the smiling boy. Honestly, every time you were with Yunho, you were too happy. Of course you sometimes were scared for loving him so much but you knew that he would never hurt you. Yunho is some that makes sure to show his loved ones, how much he cares for them. He slowly got near your face, making you close your eyes and wait for the kiss to finally appear. When you didn’t felt his lips, you opened your eyes again and started to pout, knowing it was one of Yunhos weaknesses. So, the tall male couldn’t hold back and gave in. Taking your head in his hands, he gave you a long and loving kiss.

Kang Yeosang

After a long and exhausting day, you entered your shared apartment and made your way straight into the living room. Yeosang was laying on the couch, watching TV and eating some snacks. Both of you stared at each other without saying a word. Short after, Yeosang broke the silence. „Hey. Rough day?” You nodded your head. When he opened his arms, you jumped strait in them. Finally getting comfy, you asked if you two could watch a movie. You didn’t had to ask twice, Yeosang immediately opened Netflix and searched for a movie to watch. Once he found one, he got up to get some food. Once he returned, he pressed play and went back to his spot. He tucked you in between his arms and legs, your back pressing against his muscular body. He randomly started to play with the hem of your shirt, now a finger tracing up and down your belly. You lead yourself further into Yeosang and closed your eyes right after, not really caring about the movie anymore. It felt extremely comfortable to lay in his arms that you drifted off to sleep almost immediately. A low chuckle left him when he realized what has happened. „You are really too cute for you own good, Y/N.”

Choi San

You were running as fast as you could, your boyfriend not that far behind. All nine of you kept on shooting each other with water. It was Mingi who suggested to play this game. It was a hot summer day, so why not play around with water guns outside? „Hey, that’s not fair! You can’t protect each other!” Yelled Wooyoung, pointing at you two. „Leave us alone!” Did you yell back, while trying to splash him. He was mad because you escaped from everyone. San made a hand sign to the annoyed boy, no one really getting it except him of course. I guess it’s a Woosan thing... Anyways, Wooyoung seemed happy with whatever San was signaling him and kept on playing. At some point, your protector was nowhere to be found. You tried to look for him while you run away from the rest but then realized that not only he was missing but Woo too. „Oh no, this can’t mean something good...” You whisper to yourself. Out of nowhere, your boyfriend tightly grabbed you from behind. „Got you! Wooyoung, now!” You didn’t really made out on what was happening, you only saw how Wooyoung appeared from behind a tree next to you and aimed his water gun on you. „Goodbye, Y/N-ah.” With a grin, he splashed all of the water at you. Once he was done, San let go of you and gave his accomplices a high five. „San! What are you doing, I thought we are a team?!” You were kinda annoyed, both of them bursting out into laugher. You stormed off to the rest of the group, who seemed to have given up already. „What’s wrong Y/N?” Hongjoong noticed that your mood has fallen. „San ditched me for that brat.” Everyone busted out into laugher, you included. When the other two approached, you immediately stopped. Wooyoung stuck out his tongue, while San sat behind you and gave you a tight hug. „Don’t touch me cheater!” Again, everyone started laughing. „Come on, don’t be mad at me, baby. I will buy you some ice cream, okay?” A smirked appeared on your face. Revenge is sweet Sanie... „Guys! Free ice cream for everyone!”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, I can’t breathe.” You squeaked out while he tightly hugged you from behind. „I can’t help it, I just missed you so much!” You chuckled while rolling your eyes. „It’s been two hours since we last saw each other.” The boy looked at you with his cute googly eyes, mouth lightly agape. „So what? That’s two hours too much! This is absolutely not okay, so let me hug you please!” You gave in, knowing that he will either put on more pressure or start to cry and since you wanted neither of these things to happen, you kept quiet. You don’t really know how long it has been since you two stood outside the garden of your shared home but it was getting dark and the air started to cool off. „Mingi, can you let go now, please? I think that’s enough for today.” He snuggled himself closer on you, not letting go. „Just five more minutes, okay? I wanna enjoy sunset with you. Look, it’s so pretty!” A laugh left your mouth. He’s just too cute and pure for this world. You did watch, until the sun completely disappeared. When it was completely dark outsides, you forced the giant boy into your house, him still clinging on you. Once you reached your kitchen, you asked him to leave you alone so you could prepare dinner. „I don’t want to let go, Y/N. Please keep cuddling me! You’re so comfy!” You finally turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. „I promise I will cuddle you as much as you want once I finished cooking, okay? Now go and search for a movie that we can watch while eating, puppy.” You noticed the light tint of pink on his cheeks. Another one that gets flustered when being called pet names. Mingi obediently nodded his head and turned around to complete the task you gave him, patiently waiting for you to finish.

Jung Wooyoung

He was trying to teach you how to play a game on his ps4 and to his surprise, you were extremely good. „Whoa! How are you so good at this, Y/N?!” He asked surprised, raising his time a bit in the process. You turned your head around to wink at him, a smirk forming on your lips. You then payed your attention back on the TV and kept on playing. For the whole time, your boyfriend cheered for you. His arms were still tightly around you tho. At some point he leaned back, since you didn’t wanted to stop playing. Of course he pulled you down with him, you now laying on top him but still having a good view at the game. He started to get bored so he closed his eyes while softly stroking your belly. When he stopped, you looked back at him, finding him sleeping. You couldn’t help but smile at him. You finished the last round of the game and turned the TV off. Since you didn’t wanted to wake him up, you just snuggled yourself on Woo and pulled the blanket on your lap higher. Closing your eyes, you tried to sleep but opened them again when you felt his hand caressed your head. You tried to look at him but he stopped you by pressing you head on his chest. „Sleep. It’s late and you promised that we will go to the amusement park tomorrow.” You scoffed with a smile on your face and gave him an okay. It didn’t take long until both of you fell asleep.

Choi Jongho

„I mean, I’ve putted so much effort in this! I really don’t know why it didn’t work out. This is so unfair, like I-“ „Pshh I know Y/N, I know. Clam down. It’s not worth it to get upset about this, things like that can happen but still you can be proud of yourself because it’s such a big step to even get it done so far. It might doesn’t look like the one you wanted to creat but it’s still extremely pretty. It’s just the left arm side that’s a bit messed up but nothing too tragic, so chill. You can only do a good job when you’re relaxed and free, so take a break, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement, thank him by smiling. He then moved closer to you and hugged you from behind, the dress you were working on standing in front of you two. You worked so many hours on that dress, it costed you so much effort and yet you still messed up. It was only one damn cut. Jongho pulled you out of your working room, you still between his strong arms. „Put your shoes on. I think it’s better to go out for a walk, to get some fresh air.” You actually didn’t wanted to but I guess you have to because he sure won’t let go of you anytime soon. „Can you let go till I put them on then?” He smirkingly shook his head. „Nope, I won’t let go of you.” You rolled your eyes, trying to put your shoes on. Once you were done, the male grabbed your waist and legs, now carrying you out of your shared apartment. Oh this boy...

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r1ntaros · 3 years

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home // c.jh

Pairing: mafia!jongho x fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Warning/s: language, mentions of weapons, food, blood and kissing

Prompts:

17 - “I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it.”

41 - “Don’t touch that.” five minutes later. “Oh, I… uhm… I broke it.”

47 - “Is that… is that your blood?

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Jongho woke up to a commotion happening downstairs. Now out of his bed, he can’t hear anything but the sounds of rushed footsteps and loud speaking voices. Everyone is rushing, the aroma of food lingering around and most importantly, Park Seonghwa, his boss, barking orders to every single household worker as they do the job he asked them to. He tried to peek down but his grogginess is getting the best of him, taking a lazy peek and nearly slipping down the railings if he hadn’t caught himself in time.

He heard another footsteps coming from his right so he took a glance, only to see his half-brother, Yunho, walking towards him with a bright look on his face. It seems like he’s been awake for quite some time now because he’s already dressed in a soft blue cashmere sweater and a black ripped jeans. Confused with his surroundings, Jongho asked, “You’re awake early, what’s happening downstairs?”

His older brother shrugged, “You know.. Just getting ready,”

“Getting ready for what?” Jongho tried to remember his schedule, thinking if he had missed another day for another mission but all he can remember is the biggest ball happening three weeks from now.

Yunho must’ve sensed his confusion and he ruffled his younger brother’s hair, “The little princess is coming home so everyone’s preparing for it.” He tried to comb his hair just to make it look a little bit presentable and added, “Seonghwa hyung let you sleep in more so that you’ll at least be prepared for your one and only love’s arrival.”

Jongho swatted his hands away and glared at his brother, “You could’ve woken me up so I’ll have more time to freshen up.”

“Well, you’re awake now so go!” His older brother pushed him back in his room, adding a little bit more force making him stumble in the floor. If he hadn’t caught himself in time, you’ll see a sleepy Choi Jongho trying to stand up after getting face planted.

He did his morning routine but this time with extra caution. As much as possible, he wants to impress the woman he’s been trying to bag ever since he met her as a kid. He undid his hair a lot of times until just settling to putting it in a slick back manner.

Maybe she likes men who show their foreheads now, he thought as he carefully gelled up his baby hairs.

He settled for a plain black shirt and a black pants to go with so it wouldn’t be too obvious that he’s dressing up for her. He took one last glance of himself and when he’s finally content, he made his way downstairs.

Seonghwa was the first person to see him while he’s in the middle of feeding his own child. He noticed that Jongho styled his hair a bit more than he usually does making him smirk. He calculated Jongho’s activities before calling him out, “Hey apple boy.”

Jongho froze a bit then glared at his boss, “I thought I made it clear to stop calling me that?”

Satisfied with the reaction, Seonghwa just laughed, smiling when his daughter giggled at the sound of her father laughing. He stroked her cheek with his finger then gave Jongho a piercing look to which the other returned, “I have a test for you though.”

Jongho slightly tensed but Seonghwa proceeded to speak, “I would like to know where your loyalty lies.”

Turning his back and continuing his cereal shenanigans, Jongho answered, “My loyalty is dedicated to your sister.”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but laugh, deeming Jongho as a keeper, “Welcome to the family, apple boy.” He said as he placed the dishes his own little family used for eating.

The younger slammed his hand at the table as he yelled, “Stop calling me that!”

Seonghwa’s little daughter just giggled and pointed at her uncle and said, “Apple boy!” Earning laughs from the people around them, specifically his friends.

Jongho just lets out a sigh knowing that he doesn’t have the heart to fight his little niece.

“Is she really going to arrive today?” Jongho’s glad that it was San who first snapped out of his impatience as they’ve been doing nothing but sitting in the living room as they wait for Seonghwa’s little sister to arrive.

The older brother himself is just as impatient as he glanced at his phone and frowned, “She told me she’s arriving today.”

Wooyoung let out a huff and said, “I swear if she doesn’t arrive I’m gonna eat the steak all by myself!”

However, as if by miracle, the sound of engine revving outside could be heard and the main security of the manor started barking out orders to those who were outside. Seonghwa’s daughter stood up first and ran to the door, her father following her then the rest.

Truly, outside, is the person they’ve all been waiting for. Helping the workers unload her things even if they didn’t ask for her help. She noticed the commotion at the front door and immediately rushed as her big brother who opened his arms for her to run into.

“I missed you!” She squealed as she tightened her hold in his waist, earning a groan from Seonghwa, “You became more handsome, big bro. Fatherhood suits you.” It earned a smile from Seonghwa who planted a kiss on her forehead as a welcome.

Her niece then started jumping up and down, “Auntie y/n!” She squealed, her arms raised, “Auntie y/n!”

The female smiled and lifted her up and poked her nose, “Hello, little Luna. I brought lots of gifts for you!”

Luna lets out a happy sound as Seonghwa sighed and took his own daughter in his arms. She was welcomed by the others who she fooled around with until she saw the man that she’s been wanting to see ever since she found out that she can finally go home.

“Hey, Jongho.” She said with a smile on her face to which the other returned, “Hi.”

And then silenced followed them after that.

No one dared to speak as they just stared at each other.. the others expecting a lot more than just the greetings but they grew impatient, especially San and groaned, “Guys, for the love of God, stop eye fucking each other!”

“We’re not eye fucking!” Jongho defended as he glared at the older, “It’s what you call appreciating each other’s presence.”

The others just laughed at his lame attempt at defending himself and Hongjoong just place his hand on his shoulders and said, “Since the both of you are appreciating each other’s presence, we would also appreciate it if you accompany our lovely y/n from Paris to her own room so she can rest.”

It’s been a good two weeks ever since y/n had arrived and to say that things are going crazy is a total understatement especially since it’s Jongho who usually gets involved.

One time it was in the middle of the night, somewhere around 3am when she disturbed Jongho in the middle of his gaming hours and said, “Jongho, I need you to accompany me to Mcdonald's and steal a thousand of their chicken nuggets.”

Jongho gave her a weird look, “I don’t think that’s legal,” he said making the girl whine and say, “You’ve done much more worst illegal things than what I-”

Not letting her finish her tantrum party, Jongho took his black card out of his wallet and said, “But we can work around it. Instead of stealing, how about I buy you the hundred pieces of chicken nuggets?”

Y/n just pouted and negotiated, “Two hundred?”

The male let out a sigh of defeat and said, “Fine. Let’s go.”

She let out a squeal full of excitement and instead of going back to her room to grab some warm clothes, she opened Jongho’s wardrobe to grab one of his hoodies and wear it.

Jongho admits, she looks good with it but he just wants to tease her, “Hey, you’re not allowed to wear my clothes.”

“Wha-” She had a look of disbelief in her face, “Since when?!” She screeched making the male in front of her laugh.

“Ever since you chose Paris over me.”

An exasperated gasp was heard between the two of them then suddenly, Jongho’s holding a clinging y/n, “Jongie, I’m so sorry but you know I’m doing it for our future babies.”

Jongho furiously blushed but he raised an eyebrow, “Future babies?”

“Yes, the future offspring of ours.”

“What makes you think that I want an offspring with you?” He deadpanned making the girl in his arms whine again, “C’mon Jjong, I know you love me.”

“I don’t.”

“You do!”

“Nope.” He said popping the p out.

Y/n whined even more, “You doooo!” She insisted with a pout.

Jongho broke his facade and laughed, “Okay maybe I do.”

She gasped and gave him an expression like she’s been scandalized, “Maybe?! Just maybe?!”

“I’m still not sure about it,” Jongho teased and puts her down on the floor, “Now, nuggets?”

She squealed and immediately made her way downstairs faster than Jongho making him laugh.

God she’s infuriating but I love her a lot, he thought with a smile as he grabbed his car keys and made his way downstairs where his little nuisance was waiting for him.

It was around 9:30pm when their meeting ended. Jongho has made his way out of the planning room and proceeded to go to his own room to freshen up and play some games.

He immediately started a hot shower and did his own little concert at the same time. Deeming his tensed muscles are finally loose, his vocal cords strained and his body thoroughly cleaned, he went out of the bathroom to get changed only to scream in shock when he saw y/n sitting down in his gaming chair, looking equally shocked as him.

“Goodness Jongho, for a mafia assassin you sure do get scared easily.” Y/n said when she had finally calmed down from the initial shock her crush had given her.

Jongho glared at her and defended himself, “Who wouldn't get shocked if I suddenly saw an intruder in my room with my computer turned on, especially when I don’t remember turning it on.”

Y/n just let out a small hmph and said, “Go wear your clothes.”

“Get out.”

“No.”

Jongho deadpanned and tried to be as threatening as possible, “Are you going out or do I have to throw you myself out.”

Y/n squirmed in her seat and retorted, “But your gaming chair is so comfy!” She then lit up and said, “You go get dressed while I play phasmophobia!”

“Are you sure you’re going to play phasmophobia?” The male asked with a smirk and couldn’t help but laugh at the eager nod he received as he got dressed.

—

After playing one round of phasmophobia, Jongho holds a shaken up y/n as they eat their midnight snacks and watches the movie he put up on his TV.

Jongho couldn’t help but laugh at her state, “Don’t say I didn’t ask you if you were sure about playing it.”

Y/n sniffled, “Shut up, I didn’t know it was that scary.”

He just giggled and planted a kiss on the crown of her head, “Want to sleep here and cuddle or do you want me to carry you to your room and keep you company until you fall asleep?”

Tightening her hold on his waist, she shook her head, “Want to sleep here and your cuddles.” She answered, making Jongho smile softly and said, “I’m here baby, now go eat your fries.”

The next day, y/n stayed a bit more in his room after waking up as she watched her favorite anime on Jongho’s huge TV. He can’t blame her though, Seonghwa hasn’t set up her whole room so it’s kind of boring and dead still.

Jongho was once again in the shower, freshening himself up. She waited for thirty minutes and that’s when a freshly bathed Jongho, wearing a plain white shirt and sweatpants, emerged from the bathroom.

He planted a kiss on her cheek and said, “I’ll be right back.”

It seemed like he caught her attention as she pouted in his direction, “Where the fuck are you going?”

He snorted, “I’m just gonna go to the storage room and have one of my guns fixed.” He replied as he grabbed a bag that was hidden under his closet, “I swear I’ll be right back.”

“Can I not just come with you?”

With her sporting a puppy eyed look, Jongho knows that he can’t resist her. He lets out a sigh, “Fine, as long as you don’t do anything stupid or accidentally shoot me in the head or something.”

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Y/n, somehow, did ended up doing something stupid.

But it wasn’t as severe as he had expected her to do.

Jongho sometimes forgot that she’s like a child who needs to be under supervision.

He was just having one of his guns cleaned, entertaining y/n by answering her questions regarding the mafia life that Seonghwa refuses to get her involved when she looked at one of the enormous pistols that’s currently in Jongho’s ownership.

Not missing a beat, he warned her, “Hey, don’t touch that.” Thinking that she listened to him like an obedient girl she is, he went to the back room to grab more stuff to clean his weapons and fix the gun that had y/n’s attention earlier.

He went back to the main room and was satisfied to see y/n sitting down on one of the couches Jongho told her so. He proceeded to clean his stuff and five minutes later, he decided to fix the gun.

Looking around, he asked, “Y/n, where’s the gun?”

The girl had a terrified look on her face and Jongho knew, he just knew that something had happened, “Oh, I uhm..” She stuttered, refusing to meet Jongho in the eyes, “I broke it.”

“How the fuck-” Jongho shook his head, “You know what, never mind. Just show me where you placed it then I’ll see what I can do.”

Y/n pointed at the drawer and Jongho opened it then examined the gun she claimed that she broke.

It only ended up getting even more loose on the part where the shells should be inserted and Jongho fixed it without having any more problems and y/n watching him do his work obediently.

A day before the mafia’s big day, Jongho was called by Seonghwa in the office. It’s only 7am that time so him being summoned by the big boss at his office at this early hour means that it’s a serious matter. He was given thirty minutes to freshen himself up but this time, he resorted to washing his face, brushing his teeth and breaking an apple into half using his bare hands.

He knocked at Seonghwa’s office, hearing a muffled squeal from Luna inside and then the door was opened, “Good morning uncle Jjongi!” She squealed and he placed his index finger in his lips and said, “Indoor voice, Luna. Not everyone is awake yet.”

The young girl placed her hand on her mouth, a muffled “oops” coming from her as she immediately rushed back to her playpen inside her father’s office.

He entered the office silently, only seeing Seonghwa with his hair down unlike his usual slicked back hairdo with his eyeglasses perked up in his nose. However, he wasn’t alone. Y/n was sitting in one of his couches in the office, hugging her knees close to her chest, looking as problematic as her brother.

“Did something happen?” He asked as he gave y/n the other half of the apple he’s holding, receiving a silent thank you from her. Jongho gave her a small smile then diverted his attention to her brother as he sat down on the chair in front of his table, “A penny for your thoughts, hyung?”

Seonghwa removed his glasses and massaged his temple and said, “Someone has y/n’s information and was planning to attack here in the manor by the time we leave tomorrow for the ball.” He opened a folder containing the files and information regarding the plotted attack, “I don’t know what to do. I’m planning to bring her along with us but that means she can get totally exposed to the mafia world. If I were to leave her alone here, it’s quite risky because you know.. Despite this place being my second guarded establishment, there’s still a 1% chance out of 99 that it can still be infiltrated. I can’t just make any of you stay here with her because that means I have to redo the plan for tomorrow.”

Jongho weighed his options for a while and said, “You actually can leave one of us here instead, hyung.”

Seonghwa looked at him as if he had grown another head, “You know I don’t function well when the eight of us are not complete. I even have to bring Yeosang alone with us even if he works in the mafia’s internal functions!”

“Yes I know, but think about it. Will you rather not function properly or live along, carrying the guilt that you could’ve saved your sister’s life by letting at least one of us stay here?” Jongho took one big bite of the remaining edible parts of his apple and threw it in the bin near Luna, making the girl amazed that her uncle was able to shoot it right there, “You’re bringing Luna and your wife back to her brother’s territory right? Why don’t I drop them off to her brother’s territory so I can bring y/n with me then we’ll go to my penthouse in the downtown.”

The mafia boss looked baffled, “You’re volunteering yourself to stay?!” He exclaimed and scoffed, “Jongho out of all people you-”

“Play the most important part in the mafia, I know.” He then glanced at y/n who just shrunk at her place even more, “But y/n plays the most important part in my life and I just want her to be safe.” Jongho said it in a quiet voice, enough for only Seonghwa to hear but he forgot how Seonghwa had told his own daughter to listen sharply in conversations and use her sharp ears well. It’s helpful most of the time but it brings them in trouble.

And now is one of those times. Luna suddenly gasped and pointed at Jongho, “Uncle Jjongie likes auntie!” She shrieks and clapped with a cute smile of hers, “Cousin, I want a baby cousin!”

Seonghwa face palmed himself, “Oh my goodness,” he then picked up Luna and placed him on his lap, “Luna what did daddy tell you before?”

Luna pouts and plays with her father’s hand, “Never get involved with adult conversation.”

Her father smiled and kissed the side of her head, “Don’t do that again, okay?” Luna nodded. “Oki, daddy.”

He then gave Jongho a look who now had his face planted on the desk and he took a quick glance at his sister who seemed shocked by the sudden revelation. He pats Jongho in his forearm, “Since Luna caused a bit of an issue, I think letting you go with my sister wouldn’t hurt the mafia a bit.” A small smile suddenly broke out in his face, “Besides, you said that your loyalty lies within my sister. Now, prove it to me.”

“No daddy, I want to go with you!” Luna tightened her hold on her father as tears streamed down her cute little face. Seonghwa held a pained look in his face as he tried his best to not fall for his daughter’s whines. He sat her down on the seat of Jongho’s audi and wiped her face, “Baby, you’ll be seeing me in three days time again. For now be good to your mom, okay?”

Luna nodded but then she asked, “Will mommy miss you too?”

Seonghwa’s wife laughed and planted a kiss on her daughter’s cheek, “Of course baby, mommy will miss daddy too. For now, be good to uncle Jongho and entertain him as he drives us to uncle Inseong’s place, okay?” Luna agreed to her mother’s statement, already standing near the driver’s seat where Jongho and y/n silently sat.

The tension between the two of them is not awkward but it’s full of repressed feelings that haven't been let out in the air. Jongho felt y/n’s hand crawling its way to his and gave it a squeeze of reassurance that they’ll talk and Jongho felt relieved that she’s willing to do so.

Now that Seonghwa had finished his temporary farewells to his little family, he went to Jongho’s side and smiled at him, “Take care of yourselves. I want my family to come back to me alive and whole.”

Jongho gave him a sincere smile, “I will, hyung. Finish the mission safely and look after my other big brother. Yunho can be quite clumsy when he’s on a killing streak.” They both laughed at that but still got an affirmation from his boss.

With finality, Jongho started to drive away from the manor.

He first dropped off Luna and her mother to the Kim territory before driving to his penthouse that is only used for undercover purposes or for times like this. It isn’t the first time that Jongho has his life on the line hence the reason why he doesn’t abandon this penthouse despite having been obligated to live in the manor.

He safely parked his car in his reserved parking space and helped y/n with her things. They didn’t talk, but it wasn’t an awkward silence as well. They rode the elevator that led to the highest floor in the building and Jongho punched in the password. Once his access was granted, he went inside along with y/n.

The girl behind him is so fascinated, “You own a place like this, wow.”

Jongho just smiled and put their bags down in the living room, “Your brother pays well.”

“How long do we have to stay here?” She said and ran her fingers in the framed pictures of him and his family along with his friends who now play the huge part in the mafia, “I kind of just want to stay here with you.” She added and giggled at the silly photo of the Ateez affiliates, especially when her own brother looked so offended with San and Wooyoung fooling around with him in the picture.

Jongho went behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He had done this a lot of times before but his affection hits differently now, “We can stay here as long as we want but Seonghwa said the maximum is one week.”

Plenty of time to talk, y/n thought and she glanced at Jongho over her shoulder, “Tired?” She asked and played with his hair.

The other shook his head a no, “Just enjoying your presence?”

“Should we move this to the bedroom?”

Jongho kept himself at a distance after that statement and looked at her teasingly, “I thought we’re going to talk?”

Y/n looked at him in disbelief, “Get your mind out of the gutter, we’re going to talk in the bedroom.” She said and elbowed Jongho at his side, earning a yelp of pain from him. She lets out a giggled and strutted towards what she assumed as Jongho’s room, the other just following her and guiding her when she nearly entered the wrong room.

Making herself comfortable in his bed, she called out for him, “Jjongie, cuddle me.”

Jongho lets out an amused snort, “I thought we’re going to talk?”

The female just glared at him and said, “We can cuddle while talking, you fucking asshole.” She pulled her down with him and said, “Beside, right after this talk we’ll be doing this a lot more.. hopefully.”

Jongho positioned himself properly and said, “Okay, what do you want to talk about first?”

Y/n did not speak for a while until she giggled, “Remember when we were kids? You gave me the last chocolate because you don't like sweets?”

The other laughed and ran his hand through her hair, “I remembered how you squealed so loud that your parents thought I was bullying you or something.” He suddenly breaks out into a smile, “I thought I was gonna die or something but then you helped me.”

She then took his other free hand and played with it, “We spent a lot of time growing up.”

“I know, we went through a lot of pain but I think the most painful one was when your parents announced that you have to go to Paris to study.” Jongho remembers that day clearly. He remembered how he comforted y/n as she cried into his arms, not wanting to leave her best friend behind.

But Jongho assured her, despite him getting teary, that he’ll wait for her no matter how long it takes for her to come back.

Jongho’s glad he did or else he wouldn’t have her here in his arms.

“You know, y/n, every single waking day without you, I always think of you. If you’re having fun, if you’re eating well or taking care of yourself. I even thought once if you’ve started dating someone and if you did, are you happy with him?” Jongho looked down only to see her looking up at him with eyes full of adoration, “Every single day, my feelings have not faded. I always planned the day where I’m going to tell you that I want to be with you. If you decided to go back to Paris, I’m willing to go back with you.”

“Jjongie, you’re being too serious.” Y/n teased as he poked his abdomen.

“You said we’re going to talk. You know that Luna just exposed me so I figured we’re going to talk about that.” He then huffed, “That brat.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my niece like that. She’s a sweetheart.”

“Yeah but her father spoils her too much. If she’s not just cute I would’ve flicked her forehead already.”

Y/n just laughed and then suddenly squirmed. She relocated herself and straddled Jongho’s hips, “I like you too.”

Jongho smirked, “Oh yeah?”

She rolled her eyes at him, “When I said I want to have babies with you, I really mean it.”

Wanting to teased her more, Jongho urged, “Really? I thought we were just platonic flirting?”

“Choi Jongho!”

“Alright, I’m just kidding, come here.” He said and pulled her close to his chest. “From now on, I’m going to protect you with my whole being. I’ll swear on it up until the day that I die.��

“So it means you’re my boyfriend now, right?”

“It’s so lame but yes.”

Y/n just hummed contentedly and planted small kisses on his jaw, making him laugh, “If you want to give me kisses might as well do it on my li–”

He was suddenly cut off when he was silenced by a hungry kiss. He was taken aback but he reciprocated it in no time after he came up with the initial shock. His hands traveled down her waist until he reached the hem of the hoodie she was wearing, to which he figured was his, and inserted his hands inside of it where he could feel the warmth of her skin.

She whimpered in his mouth, making him tighten his hold on her waist. Jongho felt her pinch the back of his neck which prompted him to bite her lower lip.

After they ran out of air, Jongho sat her properly in the bed and asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Thank you for your service.” Jongho bowed at the cashier who gave him no interest as he carried the plastic bag that contains their cup noodles, chips, sweets and drinks. He cupped his pants and some places in his body, making sure that his weapons are well hidden and secured.

Once he deemed himself secretly armed, he immediately went out and walked towards where his car was parked only to be grabbed by a hand to which he tried to resist until he felt a blade press towards his side.

“Where is she, Choi?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. Who are you?”

He heard the person behind him and dug their knife deeper in his side. He felt his own skin break, followed by a sting but Jongho still refused to talk about her.

“Tell me, Jongho then I’ll spare your life.”

He did not move but either way he slightly moved away from the knife and tried to move away but the person was able to match his speed which earned him a deep gash on his side. He groaned in pain but then earned him the upper hand as he landed a solid punch on the guy’s face and pulled out his knife strapped on his thighs and pushed it deep on the person’s side until they’re bleeding themselves out.

He immediately rushed to his car, not forgetting the plastic bag and drove himself as quickly as possible back to his penthouse.

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Y/n was just chilling in the bedroom when he heard the door harshly open, making her jump from her spot.

Curious about the commotion, she went out and saw Jongho clutching his sides and muttering curses under his breath.

“Jongho? What happened?”

The guy in question looked at her and managed a smile, “Hey,” he croaked out weakly, “I bought us food.”

She studied the man in front of her and noticed that the side he’s clutching has crimson liquid coming out of his sides. With fear and concern overcoming her senses, she dumbly asked, “Is that… is that your blood?”

Jongho still managed to let out a weak laugh, “Don't go on shock with me, baby and help me.” He said and walked slowly, “Come on, doctor y/n. Don’t go useless on me.”

Letting out a deep sigh she said, “Right. Come on, let’s bring you to the bathroom.”

—

Immediately tending to her lover’s wounds, y/n made sure to take care of her well. The adrenaline rushed out of Jongho’s body immediately knocking him out to sleep.

Sighing deeply, she stared at his peaceful face. She knows that this is one of the risks of dating Jongho. She has to face that every single day, there’s a threat in their lives and a gun pointed at their heads. But either way, when it happens, she’s willing to tend him until death.

Her stupor was broken when she heard her own phone ringing. She stared at the caller’s ID first and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that it’s her own brother calling.

“Hey, Hwa.” She greeted, a small smile making its way to y/n’s face, “Are you safe? How did it go?”

“It went successful,” Seonghwa said, triumph evident in his voice, “How are you and Jongho? You can now go home anytime. Yunho and the others were also able to eliminate the gang going after you.”

Y/n frowned as Jongho squirmed beside her and involuntarily let out a groan of pain, “I’m good but we might come home after three days. Jongho needs to rest.”

“Huh? What happened to him?”

“Got stabbed at his side and it’s quite deep. He lost some blood too, but don’t worry, I immediately tended him.”

Silence enveloped the two of them for a while until Seonghwa spoke, “Thank you y/n. I don’t know what he’ll do if you’re not there with him.”

“It’s nothing Hwa.” She smiled and then suddenly remembered something, “Oh by the way, I have something to ask you that I’ve been wanting to ever since I arrived.”

“Sure, hit me up.”

“Can I apply as the mafia’s doctor?”

“Captain Luna is speaking. Say your names, over!”

“Agent golden retriever is here, over.”

“Daddy night fury is here, over.”

“Mommy light fury is here, over!”

“Uncle mountain, over.”

“Wooyu uncle is here Captain Luna, reporting for duty!”

“Uncle Joongie here, little night light.”

“Uncle hehetmon is currently on duty!”

“Uncle Minki reporting to princess Luna for duty.”

Most of them had answered Luna from the walkie talkie but Seonghwa watched his own daughter frown and say, “Where is uncle Jelly Bear? Has anyone heard of Uncle Jelly Bear?”

There was no answer from the others and Seonghwa frowned. Jongho and y/n are supposed to be away for only a week but it’s already nearing a two, making Luna miss both of them terribly. Y/n always made sure to give him an update about Jongho’s recovery but the last few days, he received nothing.

Maybe they’re just too busy with each other.

He was cut off from his thoughts when his daughter let out a frustrated scream as her tears fell and threw the walkie talkie in her hand when she received no answer from Jongho.

Seonghwa immediately went to her side to calm her down when static signals were suddenly heard and a voice spoke, “Sorry, Uncle Jelly Bear was late but he’s home!”

Saved from another temper tantrum, Seonghwa thought as he carried Luna and talked to her, “Uncle Jjongie’s home baby, let’s go downstairs to meet them or do you want to wait for them to come up here and report to daddy?”

Luna pointed at the door and said, “Go downstairs please, daddy.”

Seonghwa smiled, “What a polite girl you are.”

The father and daughter duo immediately went downstairs just in time for them to see Jongho plant a kiss on y/n’s lips and pat her bum as he maneuvered her to the kitchen.

Luna then gasped, enough to be heard by the new couple and pointed at the two of them while looking incredulously at her dad, “Daddy, they did the thing that you and mommy do every day!”

Her father couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes baby, it’s because uncle Jongho and auntie y/n loves each other like how daddy loves your mom.”

The little girl clapped her hand excitedly and said, “Does that mean I get to have a younger cousin now?!”

Jongho tensed at the question while y/n just laughed and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at her boyfriend, “What do you say, Jongho?”

The man in question let out a pained smile, “Let’s get married first, okay?”

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lovesanmotion · 3 years

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ateez reacts: dispatch revealing their relationship

💌. This is: requested by 🍡 anon

Hongjoong:

When the news broke out to the public, he was with you at that time. And many couldn’t believe that Dispatch has stated “has been dating for a year” happened right under their noses. A couple of evidences were shown such as photos of you inside their dorm building, getting inside the van and Hongjoong getting out of their van in front of your apartment building. But even though this is an unexpected couple reveal, the fans are happy and approving of the relationship. Although they wished that the news outlet would have just kept their privacy to themselves rather than expose them to the public.

Seonghwa:

The fandom has been divided into two. The international fans are happy and are supportive of the relationship. However, the local fans aren’t too happy and have made you as their punching bag to throw hate comments. You were advised by his agency not to open your social media accounts for the time being and let them handle the situation. You were afraid of going outside as well, out of fear that their would be a couple of people finding your address and are waiting for you outside. But instead of Seonghwa going back to the dorm, he would go home to you. Bringing over plastic bags filled with your favorite snacks and comfort food and him comforting you that everything will pass by.

Yunho:

You and Yunho were so sure that no one, not even the news outlet, would be able to find you two together having a date one night around Apgujeong. With all the safety measures and hidden dating spots that you two have gone to, how is it that they are still able to find you two? The people around you have told you to prepare for the worst but as you are scrolling through your apps, you found an article about the two of you. Hesitant at first, you clicked the news article and read how the news outlet followed the two of you together, waiting outside of the shops and buildings just to get pictures of you two. Much to your surprise, the fans are supporting the relationship. Understanding that Yunho is also human and has needs, and that as long as he is happy, they too would be happy for him. And that calmed your nervousness down.

Yeosang:

It first happened almost three years ago, two months after ATEEZ made their debut that a rumour speculating around Yeosang that he is dating. The agency did their best to cover it up and the rumour died down. When it did, you were able to enjoy your dates freely with him. Until the following year, the same rumour speculated around and as usual, the agency did their best to cover it up and say that they are just friends who are enjoying their time together. This move being pulled by the agency was done out of fear that the fans would stop supporting them. Little did they know, the fans are actually rooting for the couple. Yeosang told the agency that if ever the rumour comes to surface once more, he trusts his fans that they wouldn’t do anything but support him. And when the rumour came out again for the third time, the agency issued a statement that the couple has been dating for two years already. The fans? Very much happy and delighted to know and are supporting of the couple.

San:

The two of you as Dispatch’s couple reveal was very much not welcomed by the public. The group debuted almost three years ago and are at the peak of their career. With their idols being booked and busy, they wondered how was San able to date despite it all? You on the other hand, found it difficult to cope as these people kept harrassing you online. Out of fear, you deactivated all of your accounts and changed your phone number. You were surprised how did they find your number too. Whenever you and San would meet, you would always tear up how you found it difficult to live under the immense pressure and hate. Meanwhile, San would go silent as well and would comeback just to tell his fans that they should respect his privacy and be kind to you.

Mingi:

The fans asked for a comeback, not a dating news about you and Mingi. With everything that’s happening, they weren’t able to process how you and Mingi have been dating for a year until it hit them: you worked as an assitant manager and would always be a reserve makeup artist for them. A past video of Mingi came into light about how he lowkey talked about you saying how you took great care of him and how you would always cheer him whenever their schedules are too hectic. They would only just realize how he called you “Assistant Noona” at that time. Instead of throwing hate at the new found couple, they threw hate at the news outlet instead.

Wooyoung:

The fans are always aware of Wooyoung’s clingy-ness to anyone who’s very dear to him. But when a log video caught him clinging to his assistant manager? They were quick to thank you for taking care of him, unaware that the two of you were already dating the time the video has been posted. So when the news outlet released a statement, of course they were shocked, but nevertheless grew to support the new couple. Some time later, Woo would assure his fans that he’s perfectly fine and happy dating you and doesn’t have plans on losing you.

Jongho:

He would get mad that the news outlet revealed the two of them to the public and that left no choice for the agency to confirm the news. With their names on the real time searches, he would ask for a day off or two just look after you. His main priority is you. He wants to know how you’re feeling and how you’re dealing the issue with him. His days off with you would be a healing one, basking in his embrace before he leaves to promote their new comeback song.

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anqeluv · 4 years

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kinktober : dacryphilia (crying kink) with ateez

content warnings : spanking, oral sex, marking, orgasm control, exhibitionism, praise.

seonghwa : his guilty pleasure is seeing you cry. he likes knowing that you’re completely overwhelmed by what you’re feeling. being able to distract you from ordinary life, giving you a healthy release for all of your pent up emotions. he likes taking care of you like that and he’ll do whatever he needs to do to make that happen. he could spend hours between your legs, using his tongue to make you cum over and over until you’re shaking and your tears are spilling over, sobbing and pushing him away from your sensitive spots.

hongjoong : he knows it’s probably a little messed up to like how upset you get when he spanks you. sometimes by the time he’s bent you over his knee, you’re already tearing up. he likes those times the best because he knows by the time he hits you for the last time, your tears will already be spilling down your pretty cheeks, leaving salty streaks behind. you look so cute when you cry, clinging to him and sobbing softly while you gasp for breath. it shouldn’t turn him on, the way you try so hard to please him, but he loves nothing more.

yunho : he’s normally such a gentle giant, but there’s something about seeing you grinding down on his cock with tears in your eyes that sets something off. like he just gets so much more aggressive with the way he grabs your hips and kisses you and sucks marks over the base of your throat. he wants you to be completely fucked out and crying from how good it feels by the times he’s done with you. and of course he’ll be nice and massage your legs for you afterwards, but in the mean time he’s going to rail you like he’s trying to hurt your feelings.

yeosang : he loves how sensitive you are. all you’re doing is grinding against his leg in just your panties, and yet you’re basically in tears already. it makes him smile, running a hand up your thigh to rub circles over your hot, swollen little clit. you actually cry out, your tears spilling down your cheeks at how good it feels. this is the first time yeosang has touched you in weeks, all because he knows how desperate and sensitive you get if he doesn’t let you cum for a while. maybe it’s a little mean, but it’s all worth it to see the way you cry and shake for him.

san : he thinks you’re so cute, begging him in your whiny little voice to please please please fuck you. you’re so desperate for it you’re almost in tears. they’re welling up in your eyes, making them glassy and larger than life. san almost groans, trying not to let you know how hard he is over those pretty little tears, but in the end it doesn’t matter. you press yourself up against him, shining eyes widening as you feel his cock poking your tummy through his jeans. it makes you pause, a smirk growing over your face even as the tears start to fall. you drop to your knees, your hands dragging his zipper downward as you do so. san almost laughs, but he’s in your mouth before he can manage any smart remarks, his own mouth dropping open in pleasure.

mingi : he doesn’t mean to make you cry. he’s got you bent over the back of your sofa, bringing one of his large hands down on your ass occasionally as he fucks you. you’re not even fully aware you’re crying as he reaches his other hand over to rub at your clit and you’re cumming, so hard it makes your vision go black for a second. by the time you come back to earth, mingi has already cum against your thigh and he’s turning you around, clicking his tongue softly at the sight of your pretty face covered in tears. “oh, baby,” he laughs, leaning down to press kisses to your wet cheeks. “i didn’t mean to make you cry.”

wooyoung : he knows it’s a little evil to tease you like this, but you were the one who agreed to wear a vibe during dinner. and you’ve yet to use your safe word, so he doesn’t feel too guilty for the tears welling up in your eyes as he lowers the vibrator down to the lowest setting again. you’ve been at this for over an hour and he still hasn’t let you cum. he’s too busy relishing the look on your face to notice yeosang eyeing you curiously, but you do and it makes you squirm in your seat. wooyoung bites back a smile, his hand moving over the remote in his pocket, watching you as you gasp, squeezing your thighs together and yeosang’s eyes widen in realization.

jongho : he’s a sweetheart. you’re being so good for him, riding him the way he likes, but the way his lips feel against your neck has your eyes fluttering, tears spilling down your cheeks at the feeling. “shh, it’s okay lovely,” he says against your jaw, pressing a single kiss to the column of your throat. “you look so cute when you’re crying. why don’t you come for me, love? it’s okay.” and that’s all it takes to have you crying out and squeezing his cock. you collapse forward, but junho is there to catch you.

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spinster-sisters · 3 years

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Hey! I just started my period today 😭😭 can I request an ateez mtl/reaction to period sex? Thanks!!

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Wooyoung

Mingi

Yunho

Seonghwa

San

Hongjoong

Jongho

Yeosang

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Wooyoung: would not hesitate even a little bit. In what world would period blood be the only thing between him and fucking. He lays you down (towel on the bed) strips you piece by piece. Works his way up your body with kisses and praise, telling you how pretty you are cuz you honestly need to hear that right now, and when he finally meets your lips he pushes in. He's not going slow but he is definitely more conscious of your body right now as to not hurt you.

Mingi: he just wants to make you feel good. He's not super siked about the blood, but he can look past it pretty easily. It's the laziest thing in the whole wide world. He is trusting so deep yet so fucking slow. The comfortable stretch is distracting from the period pains and your eyes can't help but roll into the back of your head. Would one round probably last upwards of an hour? Yeah. But it so intimate that yall are just clinging to each other like it's your last day on earth. When you finally do cum, it's been worked up for so long that you almost pass the fuck out from how strong it is but nobody's complaining.

Yunho: is a Lil apprehensive, but he also knows that orgasms are known to relieve period pains so he is gonna stick it out. The only way he'd be ok with it is in the shower though. It's hot and steaming in there and you are being practically held up by his arms but it's not your fault he's going so God damn fast. Perhaps he is rushing it, trying to force an orgasm out as fast as possible. But with the way, he's making you feel you can't even be upset. He's groaning right in your ear the entire time, drowning out the sounds of the water. When you start begging he losses it. Wanting nothing more than to give you all that you're asking for and more.

Seonghwa: he will make you cum but will not stick his dick in you and that is final. He's got you in the bath pressed against his chest. One hand is holding your thigh, keeping your legs spread and the other is playing with your cunt. He starts off incredibly gentle, barely skimming your folds through the water, but as your reactions grow, so does his boldness. Every time your leg twitches he gets closer to your clit, eventually working up to slow but tight circles that have you moaning. You thought that based on his initial reaction after you cum once he would be done but wrong. He keeps fucking going for forever, eventually allowing himself to slip 2 fingers inside you just to draw out your 4th orgasm, all the while whispering the huskiest praises in the God damn world.

San: it's not that he wouldn't fuck you, it's just more that he's afraid to. He really doesn't want to hurt you and he cannot imagine how being impaled on a dick would help. He would probably just give you a rather intense massage. Like the kind where you are getting even more turned on. The way his hands are digging into your flesh is only making your horniness worse and he doesn't seem to realize. It isn't until you open mouth moan when he reaches your thigh that he realizes what he has done and it's a little late to backtrack now. Probably just sticks it out and makes you cum on his fingers instead.

Hongjoong: yall have a deal. Once per period he will do something, you get to decide when so chose it well. And he will only be using toys. It's not like it's the blood itself that he doesn't like, he just doesn't like the texture. It's very disconcerting to him. So when you finally decided that you need release he sets up camp down there with like 3 vibrators and a dildo and makes magic happen. Its a crazy experience being stimulated that much under any circumstances, but when your already horny from the hormones alone it doesn't take long for him to make you cum and he puts the toys away and is like "cool, see you next month"

Jongho: he just doesn't like blood in any regard. I just can't see him being willing to do it. He thinks that when you are on your period it's best for you to just be huddled up in a blanket with 10 pounds of chocolate next to you. He understands why you want it, he honestly does, he just can't get over his own personal ideas of what periods are like.

Yeosang: just no. Don't even bring it up or he will spray you with a squirt bottle like a cat. Honree police ur going to jail. For him, it's the principle of things. Your hormones are going crazy and your in a shit ton of pain and your angry and sad for the littlest things. It's just too complicated. It would require so much clean-up that he knows you wouldn't be up to doing and neither is he. Not to mention that the relief it brings only last a few minutes and your gonna need painkillers anyway. Just no. It's not worth it.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑆/𝑂 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Bonus naggy mom disclaimer: Everyone please drink responsibly, alcohol can seriously mess up your five senses and you'll be hating yourself in the morning when you're hungover and remember all the dumb shit you did. And especially don't drink and drive, if you plan to drink, be sure to have a responsible designated driver or call an Uber, taxi, Lyft, etc.

✧𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰✧

You opened your eyes, the slight light coming from the slit of the curtains hurting your eyesight. You tried lifting your head, but ultimately failed as a killer headache took over. You groaned and fell back on the pillow.

"Maybe now you'll think twice before doing something stupid like, oh... I don't know? Hmm... getting wasted at a sketchy bar and then roaming around the streets alone!"

You didn't even notice Hongjoong was in the room till his nagging made you aware of his presence.

"Don't yell at me! My head hurts!" You exclaimed, clutching your head.

Hongjoong shook his head in disapproval as he reached over and poured you a glass of water. He wasn't actually mad at you. He was just panicked so much last night when he couldn't find you anywhere, thinking about all the things that could happen to you, if they didn't already. He was actually relieved to find you all in one piece.

"Here. I'll go make you something for your hangover." Hongjoong handed you the glass of water along the some painkillers before heading out to the kitchen.

"I love you Joongie." You called out, knowing full well he wasn't mad at you, just worried.

"Of course you do. Who else would put up with your crazy antics?"

You laughed at his usual way of saying he loved and adored you as well.

✧𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪✧

"I don't wanna go home!" You whined as you tried to break your hand away from Seonghwa's grip, who was currently dragging you through the parking lot.

"I never asked for your opinion and frankly right now I don't care." He replied, turning around and proceeding to lift you up and carry you into the car.

"You're so mean Park Seonghwa! Never letting me have fun." You said as you tried slapping his hands away as he strapped you into the seat.

"I let you have fun.... safe and wholesome fun. Not this kind of rowdy fun that ends with you complaining the next day." Seonghwa sighed trying not to hurt you.

"I never complain!" You protested.

Seonghwa smirked.

"Oh no? Let's see if that's true tomorrow."

He knew it was all bullshit. Tomorrow you'd be running your mouth, cursing yourself for drinking so much and he'd still be there taking care of you because he loves you and he's a sucker for you..... also to tell you he was right all along.

✧𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸✧

Yunho was seriously regretting taking you to this club. He should have known that since you were tinier than him and Mingi, obviously your alcohol intake would be much lower than theirs. Mingi didn't help either, he kept pushing drinks to you even after Yunho told him to stop.

"Lighten up Yunho, when did you become such a boring stick in the mud?" Mingi complained.

"When I started dating, like seriously dating, not like you who just hook up with random people." Yunho couldn't help but take a jab at his friend.

Yunho decided to go outside to cool down for a bit, not wanting to make the situation more tense and to not lose his temper. He came back inside once he was calm and was scared when he couldn't find you.

"Where's Y/N?" He looked over to Mingi.

Mingi just snorted as he pointed to where you were and Yunho was speechless when he saw you on top of a table, dancing wildly as you tried to take your shirt off.

"Ok! I think it's time to go home!" Yunho pulled you off the table and covered you up in his jacket.

"But why? Don't you like it when I strip for you?" You teased him, almost stumbling back when you tried to walk.

"Baby trust me, I do enjoy it...when there's not like 500 people looking. Now come on, I'm taking you home."

✧𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰✧

You woke up and the first thing you saw was Yeosang staring at you with a sly smirk on his face.

"How's my baby feeling?" He couldn't hold back the snort in his voice.

"Don't. Fucking. Start." Your threat wasn't menacing enough as you fell back into the couch when you tried to get up.

"Seriously? You couldn't even take me to the bedroom?" You whined.

"Bathroom is closer in the living room, which actually, you spent a lot of time in, puking your guts out and I helped you out." Yeosang replied proudly as if he did something extraordinary.

"Go away if you're going to be like that, I'm not feeling good." You groaned and plopped a cushion over your head.

Yeosang pouted and gently patted your tush.

"Aww come on baby, you know I'm only playing. How about I go make you something to help you? Hmm?"

You nodded softly and Yeosang melted at how cute you were, and went to the kitchen to make you food.....but since he was also a little shit, he made it a point to make as much noise as possible just to annoy you.

"Kang fucking Yeosang! Stop making so much noise! My head is going to burst!" You screeched.

✧𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷✧

"Ok there we go."

San struggled a bit due to you squirming around, but he finally managed to get you tucked in bed. Your drunk self had other plans though and grabbed him by his belt loops.

"Sannieee....." You whined.

"What?" He asked, trying to stop your hands from wandering too far.

You giggled softly before saying:

"Please fuck me."

San blushed slightly and chuckled.

"Baby as much as I'd love to, you're too drunk and about to pass out anytime. I'm not going to take advantage of you in your condition. I love and respect you too much to do that."

You became emotional at his words and actually started crying. San became flustered.

"No please don't cry sweetheart! You're going to make me cry and we can't have that." San bent down and started trying to calm you down, stroking your hair and kissing your cheeks.

"I just can't believe you actually said that. You love me so much to-"

You didn't get to finish as you passed out immediately.

"There it is. You see? Told you you'd pass out."

San couldn't get mad as you were hilariously cute whenever you got wasted.

✧𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲✧

Mingi stood staring at the people in front of him: San, Wooyoung and Yunho just sat silently in the living room, while Yeosang held a totally drunk you up.

Mingi sighed.

"You know....when I said keep Y/N company....I didn't mean get them wasted!" His voice boomed through the living room.

"Ok...true...but look on the bright side.... at least it was in your house and not some club or bar...right?" Wooyoung tried reasoning with him.

Mingi was so furious at them, he actually began scolding them, adding a few insults to reprimand them for dragging you, his innocent and pure baby, into their reckless behavior.

"Mingi..." You tapped on his arm for the 20th time.

"Not now sweety, I'm not finished yet." He shrugged you off.

"Mingi I think I'm gonna-" You clutched your stomach in pain.

Mingi immediately scooped you up in his arms and rushed you to the bathroom where thankfully, he got there in time so you could throw up in the toilet.

"It's ok sweetheart, let it all out." Mingi said as he held your hair up.

Once he was done taking care of you and putting you to bed, he was going to cut off the other's heads for this.

✧𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰✧

"Wooyoung! I think I'm dead!" You called out to him, who was currently in the bathroom.

"You're talking though." He responded.

"Yeah I know! But I'm dead!"

You pressed your face into the pillow, feeling like shit and wanting to die.

"So am I speaking to your ghost?" Wooyoung let out his high pitched laughing.

"Shut the fuck up Wooyoung! This is all your fault!" You screeched.

"How is it my fault?!" He popped his head out the bathroom.

"You're the bad influence! You were there last night repeating 'Another shot! Another shot!' and you kept at it till I swallowed the entire bottle!" You accused him.

"I did no such thing!" He said as he came into the room.

"Oh sure. Now you don't remember! Fuck you." You huffed and covered yourself in the blankets.

Wooyoung snorted and sat down next to you, gently rubbing you through the blanket.

"Come on baby, you know you're not mad at me. After all, who's going to make sure you're taken care of in your state?" He cooed softly.

You peaked out from the blanket.

"Are you really going to be the sweet boyfriend you are and take care of me?"

"Nope. I'm calling Seonghwa to come over and deal with your hungover ass." He laughed and backed away when he felt you shift.

"Jung Wooyoung!" You screamed as you threw the pillow at him.

✧𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸✧

Jongho was really holding back only cause you were drunk and you were in front of a lot of people, but you made it really hard cause you kept clinging to him and kissing him randomly. You always did get touchy whenever you got drunk

"Jongho?" You pouted at him.

"What?" He sighed, knowing you were going to say the same thing you've been saying the past 15 minutes.

"I love you." You said as your lips began attacking his neck.

Jongho tried to gently pull you off him, embarrassed that his Hyungs were snickering and laughing at his flustered state.

"Sweetheart could you maybe control yourself?" Jongho groaned when he felt you start to bite at his neck.

"Jongho! This was supposed to be a family friendly get together, not a spot for you two to get kinky." Wooyoung teased him, as Yunho and Mingi pretended to be making out just to piss him off.

Jongho had enough. He told them if they continued, he'd break their necks like one of his many apple victims. He then detached himself from you and picked you up to take you home.

"Enjoy this time while you can Y/N, cause tomorrow I'm making sure you understand why you shouldn't pull stuff like that in front of others."

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seacottons · 3 years

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pan — ; hongjoong x reader

pairing: k.hj x reader

wc: 1.6k

notes: pixie!reader. peterpan!hj. lostboys!99line. captainhook!hwa. smee!jongho. fluff. brief make-out session. suggestive dialogue. this is a really dumb, embarrassing, self-indulgent thing i wrote on a whim just to experiment with the whole fairy!au. also, reader is human sized as opposed to tinkerbell's size in the movies.

synopsis: not even pixie dust sparkles like the way hongjoong's eyes do when he looks at you.

Hongjoong's eyes trained onto the residue pixie dust dappling the underside of leaves and moss covered tree trunks. With a small smirk finding its way onto his face, he trudged further into the mouth of the forest, footsteps as light and airy as the puffs of clouds above. With the arrival of autumn, reds and browns paint the forest floor with crispy foliage. Fruit and flowering trees, shrubs, and vines coalesce into a vast, beautiful forest sacred to the fae.

Beams of sunlight penetrate the porous canopy of leaves and trees, and the chirping of crickets could be heard in the distance. His face instantly brightened as he took in your form from behind a large tree. For a fleeting moment, he watched as you reached up to gather the flowering buds off the tree above you, admiring the way the streams of sunlight illuminate your wings.

"How's the prettiest pixie in all of Wonderland doing today?"

You startled at the voice behind you, wings stiffening upright as you swiveled around to be met with nothing but rustling flowering trees and the verdant tapestry that swathes the entire forest. Turning back around, you gasped and stumbled back, nearly dropping the basket of blossoms as Hongjoong hung upside down to face you. You pursed your lips in annoyance as he let out a mischievous snicker, "I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that!"

"I'm sorry, love. You're just fun to tease is all," he mused gently, gracefully flipping down to settle onto a low hanging branch. With a huff, you turn your back to him, iridescent wings fluttering rapidly, and send a plume of pixie dust onto his face in retaliation. He yelps and jerks away to the side, hands in the air as he stumbles out an apology. You take a glimpse of his face and nearly laugh at the sight of golden, metallic dust clinging onto his hair, eyelashes, and nose, "I deserved that."

His frame suddenly floats from the pixie dust settling onto his frame, and he hums in satisfaction while reaching up to grab hold of a mulberry branch, eyeing the berries in contemplation.

"That you did," you smile as you reach down into one of the pouches on the floor, "So, what have you- Ah! Wait! Joong! You forgot your hat again."

"I did? And here I gave Wooyoung the earful of his lifetime for thinking he stole it again."

You regarded him silently, head shaking in amusement at his words. Pulling the green piece of fabric from the bag, you reached over to adjust it onto the top of his head, his mischievous eyes never leaving your face. You caught his gaze, narrowing your eyes as his smirk broadened, "So, whatchya gathering today, cutie?"

"Apple blossoms, mulberries, and mushrooms for the autumn festival," you answered quickly, wings fluttering as you took off into the air to gather the higher flowers, "Don't distract me, Joong. If I don't have these collected by tonight, the council will flip. Everything must be done and ready by today."

"Distract you?" he looked up from the berry-filled basket and feigned a hurt expression before settling on a branch and leaning down to rest his hands behind his head, "I didn't say or do anything. Ignore me, you won't even realize I'm here."

"Don't you have other things to do?" you asked as you dumped a basket full of blossoms into a cotton bag, "Like.. I don't know, train the Lost Boys how to fly with pixie dust? Or raid Captain Seonghwa's ship?"

"I left Yunho in charge of them, don't worry. They're in good, big hands. Also, we need a new supply of pixie dus-"

"What? But I gave you your supply just two days ago!" You give him an incredulous look, arms crossing over you chest.

"Mingi accidentally spilled it all in the river," he rushed to explain, hand reaching up to brush a hand through his red hair, "Besides, I haven't seen Captain what's his face ever since he lost his hand."

"He didn't lose it," you jabbed, "You cut it off."

"But that's what I said," he chuckled as you sent a roll of your eyes in his direction, "Come on, baby. Take a break and sit with me for a few minutes."

You attempt to ignore his whining, pushing past him without making eye contact, before fluttering above his head and rummaging through the interlacing branches to gather more flowers, "No distractions, Joong."

A sudden grip onto your ankle has you yelping, and you quickly find yourself plopping down onto his lap. He flashes you a sheepish grin and a shrug of his shoulders before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer to his chest, "Five minutes, I promise. I just missed you so much."

"But you saw me last night," you scoff playfully, arms reaching up to rest onto his shoulders, your wings sagging down in relaxation as he leaned it to brush the tip of his nose against your own. The colorful cosmos on the forest floor swayed with the gentle breeze, and you huddled closer to him for more warmth.

"I know but," he pressed fleeting kisses down your face before settling onto your lips, his grip hard and unyielding, "I can never get enough of you," he smiles against your mouth, hands reaching down to brush the pads of his fingertips across your thighs, before caressing your flesh. His eyes burned with the familiar sight of desire.

You wanted to pull away, knowing fully well that Hongjoong will definitely will lose himself in the moment, but the warmth that ebbed from his frame was too irresistible, especially when autumn's freezing gusts whipped past the gaps of the trees. A retort was ready on the tip of your tongue, but the way his mouth seized your lips has your mind reeling, and you can only faintly decipher the sweet flavor of mulberries as he prods the seam of your lips with his tongue. His hands tug on your rear, urging your closer so that your hips are flush with his. Answering his unspoken request, you part your lips and sigh in content as he ravishes your mouth with his tongue.

"I told you he came here to get his dick wet again!" a familiar voice suddenly ricocheted throughout the dense forest.

You broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath, wings instantly going rigid and upright at the unanticipated noise, and you attempted to fly off of Hongjoong's lap, embarrassment filling your lungs at being caught.

Several other voices followed suit after, shushing and scolding the loud-mouthed one.

Hongjoong sent a displeased look over your shoulder at the rustling bushes, and clung onto your frame to keep you from moving, all the while ignoring your pleading looks and flushed face. Leaning in to your ear, he whispers lowly and nods his head at the direction of the five heads peeking discreetly from a few meters away.

It took everything he had to convince you, and with a hesitant nod of agreement, your shimmering wings flutter slightly as your frame ascends off of his lap. You feel a slap land on your rear as you turn to face the five boys, and you jerk your head to the side to throw a glare his way, before flying hastily to where the five boys squabbled behind a few bushes, leaving behind a trail of golden dust in your path.

"Oh, look. I think y/n heard us," Yunho mumbled sheepishly as he slid down against the base of one tree, causing a few moths to flee to higher branches.

With a few harsh flaps of your wings, you sent plumes of pixie dust down onto the unsuspecting boys, blinding them with the sparkling glitter. You watched in amusement as realization suddenly dawned on their features. They yelped as their frames ascended off the ground, hands desperately trying to reach for any branch to cling onto before they float up and out of the forest.

"But Hongjoong never taught us how to fly!" San cried, arms latching onto Yeosang's leg for anchor. The latter suddenly lost his grip on the thick ferns with the sudden weight, and Hongjoong merely snickered as the two floated away. Mingi gripped the back of Yunho's collar, eyes blown out with fear. Several twigs and leaves stuck out from his locks.

"I'm sorry Hongjoong! I promise this was all Wooyoung's idea!"

An indignant squawk leaves the black-haired male, hands reaching out to grip the taller's shoulders, "I didn't force you to come!"

"Yeah, but I had no choice! You know I don't like being left alone!" The two squabbled mid-air, limbs tangling and trapping Yunho in the mess as the three drifted up and away.

You turn to the snickering Hongjoong, and once you meet his gaze, he beckons you with a finger, "Now that that's taken care of, where were we?"

"That's enough distractions for the day," you huffed, reaching over to swipe at his nose.

"Just five minutes," he pleads hopefully.

"I would have covered you in pixie dust too," you smile at the sight of his contagious grin as you settle back onto his lap, "But I just had to make the mistake of teaching you how to fly."

"You sweep me off my feet even without pixie dust," he replies before pulling you by your scarf for a soul searing kiss.

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hongism · 4 years

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mists of celeste ➻ eighteen

➻ pairing: ot8 x fem!reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 6.6k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act two ➻ part eight

Seonghwa steps out of the bathroom with a towel in hand and wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead. You glance over at him from your place on the bed, body already showered and bundled up under the layers of blankets and sheets. Seonghwa’s gaze is as soft as his smile as he looks over you. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open though, and if you stay bundled up like this, you’ll fall asleep at any second.

“You look tired,” Seonghwa says as he rubs the towel over his dark hair.

“Do I?” You huff out a small laugh. “I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

“I went easy on you,” Seonghwa remarks, smile stretching his lips wider. You roll your eyes at his light-hearted comment and pull the sheets up to your chin.

“Do you need to go see Hongjoong now?”

There is a breath of hesitation, and Seonghwa lets the question linger in the air for a little while before pursing his lips.

“Yes. I should’ve gone sooner, most likely.”

“Don’t get chewed out.”

“I’m sure I will regardless,” Seonghwa laughs as he turns back to the bathroom, continuing to rub at his hair until it’s mostly dry. You watch him from your spot on the bed, too tired to move much. “Will you be okay on your own?” He asks as he comes back into your room.

“Yea, I should be. I’ll probably just sleep.”

“Okay, that’s good. You need the rest.” Seonghwa darts his tongue out to moisten his lips. “I’ll come get you for dinner.”

“As long as you don’t try to carry me in there.”

“Right, of course. You can walk just fine on your own, is that it?” Seonghwa doesn’t wait for you to respond. He walks towards your door, grabbing his jacket off the foot of the bed before he goes, and you just watch his movements with a stirring sensation in your gut.

“Seonghwa…” You trail off, nerves getting the better of you before you can finish the sentence. Seonghwa stops moving but doesn’t turn completely around to look at you. He must anticipate the question you intend to ask because you catch the way his shoulders draw up a little. “It was just a-a distraction, right?”

An airy laugh escapes the man’s chest.

“If that’s what you want it to be, then yes.”

The words don’t sit right with you though, and you push yourself up to look at Seonghwa more clearly. A frown paints your lips. You aren’t sure if it’s your frown or the movements that cause Seonghwa to take a few steps in your direction.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” He places a hesitant hand on the foot of the bed, eyes on yours as he speaks in a quiet tone. “I’m not the type to get overly attached or anything like that. Sex is sex. It just happened to be what you needed at the time. Nothing has to come out of it.”

“Y-Yea… okay, you’re right.” Seonghwa’s smile is a bit tighter this time, and he leaves the room before you can stop him. As soon as the door slides shut behind his retreating form, you fall back to the mattress and clench a fist around your shirt. That feeling from before is lingering in your chest again. It’s almost tangible, like you could reach into your torso and pull it out if you tried hard enough. You almost want to attempt to do so, but you do nothing except lie there with a hand clenching around fabric for what feels like hours.

You can’t quite pinpoint the emotion. It’s sharp and pinching, but also dull and throbbing. Hot and cold. Both sides of a coin. And yet, that can’t be possible. Something that feels good in the moment, but is terrible in the long run? Or could it be the other way around? You don’t know whether the sensation is a good one or a bad one. It certainly doesn’t make you happy, and that’s all you know.

Even after you close your eyes, you can’t seem to fall asleep. The room is dark and quiet, everything is at peace, but your mind isn’t. You grow tired of the waiting and wasting time after a while, so you roll to the other side of the bed. You pad through the darkness to hit the small switch near your bed, and yellow light illuminates the room in an instant. With a sharp tug, you pull one of your nightstand drawers open and close your fingers around the bundle of papers inside.

The parchment is still rough to the touch as you flatten it against your mattress. The ink remains clear and legible, no breaks in the black lines over it, and that signature hasn’t budged one bit. The only thing missing is one final signature.

The name of the person being pardoned.

In the name of His Royal Highness, the King of Eros, the man whose name appears on the bottom line of these papers is hereby pardoned of all crimes listed:

Piracy

Larceny

Arson

Nefarious Behavior

Aiding and Abetting Criminals

Murder

Treason

Betrayal of the Crown

On account of these crimes being pardoned, all sentences issued to the criminal are to be absolved. His name is to be wiped clean, his records will become a blank slate, and there will be no further punishments for the crimes that have been committed.

You still haven’t put a signature at the bottom of the pages, and you aren’t quite sure what’s holding you back at this point. Part of you thinks that you don’t have the right to put your friend’s name on the papers. Another part says that you aren’t worthy and haven’t earned enough forgiveness for what you did. The final part is just terrified of going through with it. It adds to a seemingly recurring issue in your life: you can’t get anything right. You fail at even the things you claim to want the most.

With a huff, you shove the papers back into your nightstand. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and attempt to stand up. It’s only when you put every ounce of pressure on your leg that you remember your damn injury. Pain shoots up your thigh, and you bend over with a small shout.

“F-Fucking hell…” you mutter as you lower yourself back to the bed. Seonghwa is busy with Hongjoong, no doubt, and you don’t want to risk Hongjoong’s ire by calling his treasured Lieutenant away again. Yunho would be a decent option since you should probably ask him to look at your leg anyway. Once you bring a hand to your wrist, you realize that your comms system is gone.

Still broken. Of course.

There’s no other way to contact the crew unless you attempt to scream at the top of your lungs in the hopes that someone might hear. You aren’t particularly interested in doing that though, so you hoist your leg back onto the bed and bring the sheets back over your body. Despite the fact that you were just under them not too long ago, the sensation of them against your skin is cold. Not only void of body heat, but all warmth in general.

You find yourself missing Seonghwa’s comforting and warm presence in that moment. You refuse to let that linger for long, and squeeze your eyes shut in efforts to get some sleep. But the moment Seonghwa leaves your mind, San enters it.

San, tied to a chair, crying and begging for you not to be hurt.

Your eyes have never flown open so fast in your life. The image remains at the forefront of your mind nonetheless. You curl further into yourself as it persists. Maybe if you could just see San again and know that he’s okay – yet you did before boarding the train. It didn’t help. You saw him alive, breathing, on his feet, and it still didn’t reassure you in the slightest. Because you still don’t know if he’s okay.

If he isn’t, then you need to —

You halt that thought process before it can go any further. It’s already dangerous enough as it is. For once, you want to return to your dreamscape if only to escape the nightmare that you know waits for you on the other side of consciousness. When you next close your eyes, darkness is the only thing that greets you. You don’t have time to count your blessings before sleep hits, and you fall into a pleasant rest.

…

Eight days.

That is how long it’s been since you returned to The Horizon, and in the span of those eight days, you can’t say that you’ve done much at all. San is still out of commission. You haven’t even seen him in passing; he’s been locked up in his room the entire time, and Yunho goes to his room to treat his wounds but never asks anyone to come with. You haven’t had much of an opportunity to go see him either.

The first six days were mostly spent in bed, thanks to Yunho’s demands. Seonghwa would come by often to get you up and moving, though you never strayed far from your room. The furthest you have gone is the dining hall to get food where you eat with Jongho and Seonghwa. Sometimes Wooyoung joins the three of you, but only if Yeosang isn’t around. Occasionally, Yunho takes Wooyoung’s place when Yeosang isn’t busy doing whatever the fuck he does. If you weren’t feeling up to moving around that much, Seonghwa or Yunho would just bring you some food, keeping you company all the while. Your life has been void of Hongjoong and Mingi during the past week, however, and frankly, it doesn’t bother you all too much.

After three days, Yunho started having you come to the medbay rather than going to you. Seonghwa helped sometimes, even Wooyoung made appearances in the medbay, but never any sign of San.

Day six saw Yunho trying to get you to walk around on your own some. You were able to with a bit of pain, but nothing tore or reopened, which was apparently a good sign. All minor cuts have healed up without scarring, so it’s only the deeper one that’s left. Yunho did tell you that it would take around ten days for you to fully heal, and thus that’s why you find yourself in the medbay on the morning of the eighth day.

Yunho stands across the room, waiting for you to walk in his direction. His hair has changed colors yet again – now a soft peachy color – and you wonder how much time he has on his hands if he’s able to dye his hair so often. Wooyoung is present as well, but he stands off to the side and organizes some supplies rather than watching you walk over to Yunho.

He was unexpectedly happy to see you when he first found out you were back, relief on his sharp features, and you vaguely recall him telling you that you did a good job while wrapping you up in a hug.

A good job.

They keep telling you that you did well, so why does it feel like you did anything but well?

“You’re not limping anymore!” Yunho exclaims as you move towards him.

“Yea, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Hm, that may be the case, but you have to actually do your physical therapy this time. Including the therapy for your arm.” Yunho’s pointed stare levels you with ease, and you purse your lips as he sends the disappointed look your way. “I’m a doctor, Y/N, which means that it’s my job to heal you and get you back on your feet. After that, it’s on you to make sure you stayed healed. And regain your strength. And take care of yourself.”

The pointed glare lingers a bit longer. You turn away and try your best to feign ignorance. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Yunho shake his head ever so slightly before he redirects his attention to Wooyoung.

“Could you give us a minute to chat, Woo?”

Wooyoung glances up from his work, eyes darting between you and Yunho, then he nods a few times.

“Yea, yea. Sure. I can come back later to do inventory then?”

“That would be perfect. Thank you.” Yunho smiles at the shorter man as he closes the cabinets in front of him. The smile falls when Wooyoung leaves the room, and you try to avoid that damn stare by walking back to one of the beds. Yunho follows you, pulling a stool out to sit across from you. “We need to talk about what happened in the warehouse with Cara and San.”

“No, we don’t,” you refuse without a breath of hesitation.

“Y/N.”

You match Yunho’s stare now, eyes narrowing to an intense glare when he says your name.

“You either have to talk about it now with me or later with Hongjoong. And I guarantee that you don’t want to do it later because Hongjoong is a lot less kind and understanding.”

“No, I don’t have to talk about it now. Because I’m fine. Absolutely fine.”

Yunho releases a small sigh. His eyes fall shut as he turns away from you, then he inhales sharply.

“Listen, Y/N… Seonghwa – Seonghwa came to me because he’s worried about how what happened affected you. He’s really the only one who has had close contact with you over the past week and a half, so he’s the only one who has seen the impact o–”

“It didn’t affect me at all!” You interject. Embarrassment sears your neck and cheeks as you think about Seonghwa telling Yunho things about you. You can only hope that he didn’t mention the sex, because if he did, then you would like to crawl to the airlock and launch yourself into space. “I have been tortured in the past. It’s nothing new, and it’s nothing traumatic. I am fine, and I will continue to be fine.”

“Your reaction to the trauma is normal and expected, Y/N,” Yunho continues, ignoring your insistence about being fine. “It’s okay to be affected by what happened, especially something so traumatic.”

Yunho’s words remind you of being stuck in that chair. Your wrists and ankles itch as you think about the ropes that were around them, keeping you stuck in place. The cold touch of a knife on your skin, then your ears ring with San’s screams over and over until you swallow the lump in your throat and speak up again.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re avoiding the problem, Y/N.”

“I don–”

“Have you even gone to see San yet?”

“No, of course I haven’t. He hasn’t left his room.”

“Every single other member of the crew has seen him. Even Yeosang went to see him.” Yunho brings his gaze back to you as he says the words. You chew on the inside of your cheek.

“He hasn’t asked to see me.”

“Why does he have to ask? You’re avoiding him. For what reason, Y/N?”

“D-Drop it, Yunho. Please just… I don’t want to talk about it.” you barely register the sudden ache in your chest as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Yunho pulls his stool forward, and the sound that echoes startles you, causing you to flinch away from him a little. The screech of metal against the floor sounds too much like San’s cries of pain. You can’t get it out of your head.

“I’m going to be a bit blunt with you, Y/N. I will list off several things, and after I’m done, I want you to tell me how many sound familiar to what you’re going through right now. Okay?” Yunho pauses, and it takes you a few moments to realize that he’s waiting for a response from you.

“Okay…” You don’t particularly want Yunho to do this, but you can’t find a way out other than do what he wants. He nods and scoots back to grab a tablet. You pick at the skin under one of your nails while watching him tap away at the surface, unable to push your anxiety down.

“Being easily startled or frightened, always being on guard for danger, self-destructive behavior, trouble sleeping, trouble concentrating, irritability, angry outbursts or aggressive behavior, and overwhelming guilt or shame.”

Yunho glances up at you, but you refuse to respond. He blinks at you for what feels like hours, waiting for some reply that you never provide.

“These are all things I have recognized in you through personally interacting with you and through reports from the other crew members. Things that we’ve seen since you joined the crew. Now, onto more recent occurrences since the events in Echidna. Trying to avoid thinking or talking about the traumatic event, and avoiding places, activities or people that remind you of the traumatic event. This is how you are behaving currently with the issue of what happened in the warehouse. Not only that, this is how you behave whenever you are confronted with your past. The only discrepancy is that when our paths crossed, we were near Eros, the location of where said traumatic event occurred. Correct?”

“C-Correct,” you mutter, tugging at your nail with more haste.

“Another set of things I would like to share. If they sound familiar, please tell me. Recurrent and unwanted distressing memories of the traumatic event, reliving the traumatic event as if it were happening again, upsetting dreams or nightmares about the traumatic event, and severe emotional distress or physical reactions to something that reminds you of the traumatic event. Please answer honestly, Y/N. I could’ve let Wooyoung stay here, I could’ve had Hongjoong come in, I could’ve asks Seonghwa to be here, but I didn’t. I am trying to give you as much privacy as possible; however, you need to answer the question. If we don’t talk about this now, there won’t be any progress.”

“All of them sound familiar,” you admit without looking Yunho in the eye. You fixate on his collar, watching the fabric ripple as he shifts. Your hands are trembling at an alarming rate. Even when you close your fists around the material of your pants, they continue to shake.

“Okay… thank you. I have one final set I want to run through with you. Negative thoughts about yourself, other people or the world, hopelessness about the future, memory problems – including not remembering important aspects of the traumatic event – difficult maintaining close relationships, difficultly experiencing positive emotions, and feeling emotionally numb. Any of these sound familiar to you?”

“Why do you care about my mental state?” you say instead of answering his question. A sigh – this time a bit more exasperated – leaves Yunho’s lips as he puts his tablet down.

“I asked San all the same questions, and I have asked them of all the crew in the past following particularly harsh missions and events. It’s part of being a doctor, and it’s part of taking care of the crew.”

“But I do my job best the way things are now.”

“Really?” Yunho lifts a brow, head tilting to the side. “Because from where I’m standing, all I see is a soldier fallen from grace whose actions haunt her over and over and over again. Without any progress moving forward, just doomed to go through the same traumas again and again. Out of what? A selfish desire to seem okay? An egotistical need to think it makes you better? To impress Hongjoong? You won’t impress him much if you’re dead.”

The harshness of Yunho’s words catches you a bit off-guard. Your jaw hangs open as you try to come up with some sort of defense, but you fail to produce anything.

“Would you like to talk about it now?” Yunho inquires. You can only manage a few nods in response, and Yunho passes a sympathetic smile your way. “I know what happened from San’s point of view, but I want to hear it from you as well.”

“There… there isn’t much to say. San and I were both caught, tied to chairs across from each other, and Cara used me to torture San. That’s all there is to it.”

“That isn’t the full truth though. How did you feel as the situation was going down?” you draw your lips together upon hearing the question.

“Guilty. Yea, guilty. There was nothing I could do to stop her, and I-I felt somewhat responsible for it. He had asked me about revenge the night before.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“Th-That it wasn’t worth it, and it wouldn’t fix anything.”

Yunho leans forward and rests a hand against your knee. You glance up to look him in the eye, gnawing on your lip.

“This isn’t your fault then, Y/N. You warned him. You told him it wouldn’t help. The blame fell on his shoulder after that because he was the one who made the decision. Not you. You can’t blame yourself for something that you didn’t directly cause.”

“I-I… I don’t think he was going for revenge though. Something didn’t seem right about it. Maybe he wanted us to think it was revenge and that it just went wrong, but h-he didn’t – he didn’t want to kill Cara. He did it because he had to, because I left him no other choice.”

“You need to talk to San about this, Y/N. You can’t just keep avoiding him and hope that it clears things up because it won’t. You two are misunderstanding each other, and you’re unsure of being near one another because you’re worried something bad could happen again. You’re afraid of seeing one another in that position again, and you’re afraid of confronting each other now because you don’t know what to do. How do people move on from traumatic experiences? How do people recover from that kind of pain? How do you look at each other in the eye without thinking of it? That doesn’t come from avoidance. You can’t grow from that by avoiding him, so you need to confront him. Tell him your thoughts and feelings, tell him what you were afraid of then and what you’re afraid of now. Do you really want to never look San in the eye again?”

“N-No, of course not.” You hesitate. “I feel like I’m going to be here a while, so I want to at least try to…” You trail off, unsure of where that sudden resolve came from. Yunho waits for you to continue, a small smile playing at his lips, but you shake your head and refuse to finish the thought. “I don’t want that, no.”

“Then you need to take care of the hard parts now so that the future can be easier. Not that it’s going to be immediate or easy. But the first step is the hardest one, no?”

“How is he doing?” You divert the subject, not too keen on giving Yunho the pleasure of being right even though you both know that he is. Yunho sits up a bit straighter at your question and withdraws his hand from your knee to tap his chin.

“He’s healing well, almost all better. Maybe one or two more days and he’ll be good to go. He has asked about multiple times, you know. If you’re healing well, doing okay, looking after yourself, if we’re looking after you, things like that.” He pauses to glance at you again. “You should go over there now. He’s always awake at this time, but I’m keeping him bedridden for the time being.”

You nod slowly and push yourself up from the bed. Yunho catches your arm before you can leave, however, pulling you back to tell you one more thing.

“I’m giving you a list of arm and leg exercises you need to do for physical therapy. I’ll have it for you by the end of the day. You had better do it or else.”

“What happens if I don’t?” You ask, a laugh in your tone. “Is the big bad Yunho gonna come get me?”

“Yes, he will. So you better watch yourself.”

Your smile stretches a bit more when Yunho huffs, but when you leave the medbay, it crumbles. Whatever confidence you had leaves your body in an instant. It’s much harder to walk down the corridor now. You could just ignore Yunho’s wishes and avoid San’s door altogether, but your steps don’t stop at your room and continue until you reach San’s bedroom. And you aren’t sure what compels you to do so, because you still desire to avoid San at all costs. Yet here you are lingering outside his room fully prepared to go inside and talk to him. You chase that feeling and bring a fist up to knock at the metal wall before you.

Just before your knuckles make contact with the door, it slides open to reveal Hongjoong standing on the other side. You flinch away from the room as his eyes drag over you. You can’t see past his body to look at San, and he steps past you to let the door slide shut again.

“It’s good that you’re on your feet again,” Hongjoong says. His tone is even, not a hint of emotion lingering in it, and that makes your gut twinge with anxiety. You nod in response and move to knock at San’s door for real this time. Hongjoong catches you by the elbow though and pulls you back a little. He levels you with a cold stare. “San isn’t doing well.”

“I-I – but Yunho to-told me otherwise?” You stutter.

“I don’t mean physically, moreso mentally.” Hongjoong’s gaze flits away from your face and lands on San’s door for a moment. “I… I can’t g-get him out of his own head. Maybe you can try since this is related to you more than anyone else. If you can’t, then I’ll just keep trying until it works.” Hongjoong drops your arm and walks away before you get the chance to reply. You watch his retreating form for a couple of seconds, then turn back to San’s door. It’s harder to muster up the courage to knock this time because the expression you saw on Hongjoong’s face can only be described as defeat.

When you finally manage to knock a few times, San’s voice is quick to welcome you in, although it’s quite faint. You tap at the keypad with haste, and the door slides back open. Before stepping inside, you take a moment to glance around the room, finding that it looks like yours. There is a bit more decoration; three bookshelves that are lined with books and various trinkets you can’t quite see from the distance you’re at. When you turn your head, you spot San, propped up on his bed with his hands in his lap. He sits up a little straighter as soon as he catches sight of you.

“Y/N…”

You press your lips into a smile, but it feels awkward and out of place. It must look that way as well because San releases a small laugh.

“C-Can I come in?” You ask, motioning to the interior of the bedroom.

“Yes, yes, uh, please do. You can – you can sit on the bed if you’d like.”

You move forward upon getting his permission, coming to sit cross-legged on the foot of the bed. You stay as far away from him as you can get, and if he notices, then he chooses not to comment on it.

“Are your wounds healing well?” He asks after silence settles in.

“Yes, they’re all healed except for the deeper cut on my leg.”

Cara jams the knife into your thigh all of a sudden, ignoring her previous pattern of shallow cuts and burying a good quarter of the blade into your leg.

“That’s good. I’m glad, really glad.”

“Y/N! Y/N, look at me. Please just look at me,” San pleads, and you pull yourself up to look him in the eye. The nausea is making you a bit dizzy, and San’s face swirls into three different ones until the wave passes over you. “It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. I promise. It’s okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

You force a smile onto your lips as the flashbacks hit you, trying to hide any signs of discomfort. When you next try to speak, you stammer a little. San surely notices, but again he doesn’t comment on it.

“Your side? I-I, how is y-your side?”

“You’re having too much fun with this, Sannie. Too vocal. I should fix that.” Cara huffs a laugh, glancing over the knife before deciding to plunge it into San’s side. The knife buries all the way to the hilt in the patch up flesh just above his right hip. If you thought your screams of pain were bad, San’s is beyond comprehension. The sound of his screaming triggers something in you, flips a switch, and you lose the last bits of control you had over your emotions.

“I’m practically good as new. Missed significant damage aside from the fact that… you know.” You press your lips together. Silence falls over you again, and Yunho’s urging words sit at the forefront of your mind.

“How do people move on from traumatic experiences? How do people recover from that kind of pain? How do you look at each other in the eye without thinking of it? That doesn’t come from avoidance. You can’t grow from that by avoiding him, so you need to confront him. Tell him your thoughts and feelings, tell him what you were afraid of then and what you’re afraid of now.”

“I th–”

“I wa–”

You and San start talking at the same time, and strangely it helps alleviate some of the tension you’re feeling. You laugh to brush off the awkwardness of the situation, and San does the same, a small smile stretching his lips.

“Go ahead, go ahead,” San says, motioning for you to continue. Part of you wishes he had gone ahead himself, but maybe it’ll be easier to just get it off your chest and out there, so you don’t have to think about it any longer. You heave a deep breath, eyes falling shut as you start speaking.

“I’m fucking scared.”

“…scared?” San echoes. When you open your eyes again, San has his head tilted to the side and blinks back at you with widened eyes.

“I’m – I’m terrified of seeing you in the position again. I’m scared of n-not being able to help you or s-save you if it comes to that again. But… I’m more terrified of the person I became when you got hurt b-because I don’t – I don’t know who that person was, and that scares more than anything else.”

“I understand,” San whispers. “Why, uh, why are you so afraid of seeing me in that position again?”

“I felt helpless. Like I could do nothing to help you and that I-I would have to watch you die. Part of me stills feels like I owe you something, that I have a debt to repay. But when I was tied to that chair and watched you scream and cry and beg for Cara not to hurt me, I realized that I also wanted to make sure that you didn’t get hurt. Not because I felt… like I owed it to you but because I felt the need to protect you from harm and that – that makes me afraid too.”

“Why?”

“The last person I cared about, the last person I felt that way with – he died. He was my only family, the only family I had left at the time, the only family I cared about, and because of my actions and things I had done, he paid the price. I’m that t-the second I admit to caring about you, the same thing will happen again.” You can’t bear to look at San any longer and have to look away before your composure crumbles.

“Don’t care about me then.” San’s words send you reeling, and you don’t care about your composure as you whip your chin to look at him again.

“W-What? What do you mean?”

“I’m not worth it anyway so… you should just save yourself the trouble and not care about me.”

“San–”

“You probably feel disgusted even saying my name, don’t you?” San releases a laugh, but there’s no humor in its tone. He pulls a hand away from his lap to slam a fist against the mattress. A shout leaves his lips, then his hand moves to cover his face.

“Why are you so upset, San?”

“Because I don’t deserve the crew’s patience or their care for me. I don’t deserve Hongjoong’s grace and mercy and kindness. I don’t deserve for you to even look at me. I sure as hell don’t deserve every ounce of worry that Hongjoong pours out for me, and I don’t deserve your worry either. You shouldn’t be the one feeling guilty or scared. I should. I should be the only one that deserves that burden because that’s the least I deserve after all the things I’ve done.”

“Those things don’t define you as a person, San. You aren’t tha–”

“Are you deaf or just stupid?” You snap your lips shut. “Did you not hear all the things Cara said about me? Did that not get through your skull? I’m vile a-and disgusting and a fucking monster. It’s not just a matter – a matter of being a criminal or a pirate. I’m a fucking monster for killing all those people. And for what? What did I kill them for? Why did I torture them? For a captain’s approval? A captain I looked up to and saw as a father? A captain I was so blindly devoted to that I didn’t realize how cruel and heartless his actions were? The same man who beat me down and tortured me when I didn’t do as asked?”

San is trembling, his shoulders quake, and you can see the quick heaves of his chest. You reach out to touch his arm, offer some sort of support if possible, but he smacks your hand away before you can get close.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Why?” You ask, moving forward a bit on the bed. San refuses to respond and watches your careful movements. “Why, San?”

“B-Because I’m disgusting.”

You reach out again and grab hold of San’s hand. He tries to shake you off, but your touch is already lingering, and his attempts become weak and futile in less than a second.

“You s-shouldn’t touch me… I might – I’ll taint you.”

A dry laugh breaches your lips.

“And? Do you know my reputation? My body count? The things I’ve done that I’m not proud of?” Again, he neglects to respond. “Do you, San?”

“No.”

“Believe me, San. If you knew the things I’ve done, you wouldn’t want to even look at me, let alone touch me,” you whisper, a sad smile pulling at the corners of your lips. San’s gaze darts over to where your hand is closed around yours. “I know that you feel that way right now, and I understand what you’re feeling because I was there. That was me. But whoever you were in the past is not who you are now. It’s important, yes, it’s important to be able to look back on the person you were so that you know how to avoid it in the future. It’s important for you to recognize where you slipped up and messed up, but those things don’t define you. The San who found me in a dingy crate full of fabric spools was not a murderer or a monster. He was a man looking for redemption. And if that’s what that man wants, then he has it.”

San’s chest heaves at a faster rate. His head falls forward as tears fall, and soft sobs wrack his body. You pull closer to him, continuing to speak as he cries into his free hand.

“The San who carried me to the medbay in efforts to save me was not a monster. The San who rushed in to prove Yeosang wrong in my first mission was not a monster. The San who recovered my pardon papers and hid them from the others just so that he could give them back to me, who saved me from Cara in the alleyway, who opened his heart and cried as he recalled his past, who feared that me leaving in the night was permanent, who endured torture and begged for me not to be hurt – none were monsters. And the San who ended Cara’s life was not a monster either. He was a man who acted upon this–” You press your free hand against San’s chest “–because he has one. And he bled crimson, not black. You are not a monster, San. You are not vile, disgusting or revolting, and you will not taint me in any way. I can swear on my life that that is the truth and nothing but the truth. I’m not sure of many things in life, but I am absolutely certain about this.”

“I-I… I don’t d-deserve it,” San sobs. He holds your hand against his chest though, and you pull him against your body as he slumps further forward.

“Your mind doesn’t think that you deserve it, but you truly do.”

San doesn’t respond to that, but you don’t need him to. You hold him against you as he cries, wrapping an arm around his back and rubbing small circles against his shirt. The ache in your chest has returned. There’s no turning back from this. It feels as though you’ve crossed an unspoken line, one that there’s no going back from. You press your cheek to San’s hair, inhaling sharply.

“I’m scared because I can feel myself getting attached,” you whisper. “And I’m not ready for it.”

San is warm. His presence alone feels warm, and even more so with your arms wrapped around him. It’s a different kind of warmth than Seonghwa’s: Seonghwa reminds you of fire, scalding and consuming. San’s warmth feels more fragile and volatile, like if you take too much of it, then he’ll crumble and fall apart in your hands.

He doesn’t speak again until his sobs subside some and his breathing returns to normal.

“How… How am I supposed to change the way my brain works when this is all I’ve ever known?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stutter, shaking your head against his. “I suppose we’ll work through it together — all of us. Hongjoong will help. Seonghwa and Yunho surely. The others as well… I just don’t know how yet.”

“Does this mean that you’ll stay then? Permanently?”

“What do you mean?” You inquire, pulling back to look San in the eye for clarification.

“Before… you told me that you couldn’t leave yet. Has that changed now?”

A frown covers your lips. You hadn’t thought about that, yet the answer seems so clear in your mind that you can’t even think about the other options.

“Yes, I think it has.”

✧✧✧ a/n: here we are at the end of act two!! she was truly a ride but yall are in for a Small Break in act three but i can’t say anything more than that so my lips are sealed 🤐 anyway i hope you guys like this conclusions, let me know what you think as usual, and thank you for sticking around to read my mess of a story asodifjsdofi

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kimjoongs · 4 years

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ateez as your best friends

hongjoong

he always asks to reform any of your clothing/accessories

late night snack runs are definitely a thing

sometimes when you guys hang out, you’ll both just sit in silence but it’s comfortable and not awkward at all

hongjoong tends to be forgetful so you always text him reminders

values your input on his music and has no problem letting you listen to it before it’s finished

you steal his clothes so often that 85% of your closet belongs to him

seonghwa

when you’re walking on the sidewalk, he’s the type to move you to the other side so you won’t get hit by the cars

listens intently to you when you start ranting and he’s so expressive, you find it endearing

seonghwa’s extremely attentive and will always know when something’s up

lets you cling onto his arm or shoulder when you’re out and about

makes you take pictures of him and complains when they come out blurry

you both have plushies that you named after each other

yunho

he has the tendency to flop on top of you when he’s bored

he pushes you around in a shopping cart at the grocery store

don’t fall asleep around him because he will doodle on your skin with a marker

every saturday morning, the two of you go out and get breakfast together

gives you piggyback rides and likes to mess with you, so sometimes he’ll pretend to drop you

yunho’s happiness is contagious so you’re never sad when you’re around him

yeosang

he tells you anything and everything because he trusts you with his entire being

you guys race each other on your skateboards and the loser has to pay for food (he lets you win....most of the time)

yeosang lets you play with his hair, and you’ll either braid it or put clips in it

likes to rest his legs or his head on your lap

plays with your fingers when he’s bored and you’re too busy to pay attention to him

he sees a dog and practically drags you across the street so he can go say hi to it

san

texts you at 3 in the morning saying it’s urgent, but then he sends you a meme and you block his number

he’s always touching you in some form: arm around your shoulders, arms linked together, leg on your lap, etc

likes to climb in thru your bedroom window because it’s more fun that way

san is your very own personal hypeman

he’s your rock and your soulmate, you don’t know what you would’ve done without him

mingi

will throw you over his shoulder when he wants attention

tickle fights are a normal occurrence

mingi hypes you up over the smallest things because you’re !! his !! best !! friend !! who !! deserves !! the !! world !!

you guys have a shared playlist filled with your favorite songs

you ask him for styling tips and he’s always eager to share

his camera roll is just weird ass selfies you guys took together

wooyoung

yall tease each other so much everyone questions whether you guys are actually friends or not

one time someone asked if you two were dating and you and wooyoung laughed so hard you guys cried

sends you funny videos and he’s always like “this is us” or “LMAO THIS IS YOU”

woo likes giving hugs so you best bet he’s gonna hug you at least once a day

falls asleep on your shoulder a lot

one of his goals is to make you smile everyday and will stop at nothing to fulfill it

jongho

playfully bumps you shoulder when you’re walking next to him

jongho makes everything a competition and gives no mercy, even if you are his best friend

he has a photography account and most of his posts are just pics of you

on drives, he’s in charge of the aux, but you don’t mind because you love listening to his voice

isn’t afraid to fight someone for you

still has that friendship bracelet you guys made when you were kids

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chaseatinydream · 3 years

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pirate king (36) || atz

You plunge into the sea.

For a moment, you twist in the endless expanse of water, arms flailing about as icy cold sea yank every bit of of heat from you. Panic erupts in you as you open your mouth to cry out in shock, but then the same voices from before ring in your ears, more clearly this time underwater.

“Yes…”

“Come to us…”

Your head breaks the surface of the waves and you swim as hard as you can for the sirens’ call. The sea, previously unrelenting, seems to calm just for you, leaving you an easy path right towards the sirens’ rock.

One of them, with a long jeweled tail sparkling in pearly shades of rose and tangerine, reaches a hand out for you, the smile on her face radiant as the rising sun. Two of the sirens at her side with flickering aquamarine tails slide into the water smoothly and swim with the grace of a swan to your side, like dolphins they circle you.

You’re lost in the yearning of their gaze, in complete ignorance the roar of the storm above you and the way the sea is heaving all around you. You are captured by the way their own eyes are a deep sea blue, an endless, infinite depth to them.

Then they attack.

One of the sirens lunge for you, cutting straight through the water like a shark. She clings onto your arm and bites down hard on the skin there, it breaks and pain floods through you, wiping the spell from your mind completely.

What are you doing here?

Suddenly desperate, you thrash about in the water, striking the siren hard in the face and she falls back into the water with a furious screech, her beautiful features twisted with fury and hate. You manage to feel a small bit of elation at having fended her off, but the joy at your success doesn’t last very long.

The other siren speeds towards you like a sword cutting through the waves, his teeth bared in a snarl. To your horror, you can see fangs in his mouth, each razor sharp and perfectly capable of chomping through your arm in a matter of seconds.

There’s no way you can fight something like that off. Instinctively, you raise your arms to protect your face and your eyes squeeze tight, unwilling to look at your own death in the eye as you await the teeth to sink into you.

But it never comes.

Instead, there’s the sound of a gunshot and you feel something warm splatter across your face.

Your eyes fly open in shock, only to see the face of the siren who was about to chew right through your neck in a single bite mere inches from yours. Then you see the musket ball buried in the centre of his forehead, still smoking as a thin stream of clear, warm liquid trails from the hole, his startled blue eyes staring right into yours like you’re the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

And then his entire body crumbles right before your eyes, melting into seafoam and disappearing with the waves.

The other siren screams and lunges for you once more but she’s shot down as well in a matter of seconds. There must be a deadly sharpshooter on the Treasure, because each shot is precise and measured, not a second too late or early. You struggle against the waters, trying to swim back to the ship, but then the siren with the orange tail slides into the sea as well, gliding towards you on the waves with a malevolent gleam in her eye.

Fear shoots through your body. Are you going to die here?

Then a pair of warm arms wrap around you, pulling you protectively against his chest. The blade of a cutlass scythes down at your side, cutting through the arm of the blonde siren as she reaches for you.

The limb falls into the water with a sickly splash.

You shut your eyes tight against the sight, from the sound alone your stomach heaves and now isn’t really the time to be throwing up. Instead, you turn to glance at your saviour, expecting perhaps Yunho or Wooyoung, but your eyes widen from shock when you see exactly who it is.

It’s your captain himself.

“Stay back!” He snarls at the siren, one arm still holding you protectively to him as he treads water, keeping the two of you afloat. The raging sea around you stills at once, falling obedient to the blessing of the sea god upon your captain.

The siren hisses back at your captain as one hand comes up to the empty socket where her arm used to be, clear water gushing from the wound. The threat on her face is clear, from the way her deep blue eyes flicker with raw, primal fury and her fangs resemble those of a venomous snake’s.

“Let her go, you accursed mortal!”

Her voice is more of a demonic rasp now, nothing like the enchanting songbird you had heard earlier, but you understand the words all the same.

Startled shock runs through you. From what you’ve gathered by listening to Wooyoung, the sirens tempt people into the seas with honeyed voices, luring them to their deaths by having them drown in the ocean. But why would are the sirens so fixated on trying to physically attack you instead?

You can see the fight being waged behind her eyes, torn between the desire to rip you from your captain’s arms and rip your body to shreds yet being restrained by something, whether physical or mental you don’t know, but you’re very grateful for it.

Hongjoong begins swimming backwards with you still in his arms, dragging you with him like a sack of wet clothes. The siren moves forward then hesitates, undiluted anger and pain in her eyes as she watches the two of you move further and further from her reach.

She decides to play her last hand.

“If she stays with you, she’ll die!”

Your heart drops in your chest. The storm around you seems to die away, the wind falling silent as that one sentence reverberates in your mind like a chant.

What?

You can feel your captain almost stop moving, hesitant. But then he shakes his head and continues swimming hard for the ship, hands wrapping tight around a rope dangling from the portside and tying both of you to it.

You’re lifted from the sea excruciatingly slowly, your eyes still fixed on the siren. Her gaze never leaves your, a silent plea, fingers of her one remaining hand reaching out for you.

“Please.”

And then you’re back on deck, Seonghwa bustling around the two of you with dry towels as water drips from your clothes onto the deck. You’re shivering, hands and fingers turning pale and bloodless from the cold, blood gushing from your upper arm. You must be flying high as a kite on adrenaline because you feel no pain except for a numbing sensation slowly creeping its way up your limbs, but then your master is rushing to you with a thick cloth to stem the bleeding while Seonghwa dries your hair.

You glance behind you to see Wooyoung at the railing with a flintlock rifle pointed straight into the water beneath, green eyes sharp with focus like you’ve never seen before. He’s as still as a statue, so motionless you would think he’d turned to stone if it weren’t for the way his chest is rising and falling ever so slightly with each breath. The intensity of his gaze is enough to send a shiver down your spine, and even though his face is completely emotionless for the first time you’ve seen it, you can feel the murderous aura radiating from him like heat from a wildfire.

He must have been the one who shot those two sirens.

For a second, you’re reminded of Mingi’s words to you on that beach a few days earlier, words that you couldn’t bring yourself to believe back then.

“He was a dangerous, dangerous man, to the point even I was afraid of him.”

At first, you had merely brushed the description of your mischievous best friend aside as exaggeration. Playful? Sure. A little mean spirited? Well, maybe. But dangerous? Of course not.

But now?

You almost can’t recognise him, and that scares you.

Your captain is heaving for breath as he gets to his feet unsteadily, almost falling over as Yunho supports him by the arm. All of them still have their earplugs in, and with a quick glance at the forecastle deck, you confirm that he’s standing at the wheel steering the ship in place of your captain.

And from the look he gives you, you’re in line for a tongue lashing.

Hongjoong’s one green eye snaps over to you fiercely and you flinch, suddenly fully aware of the gravity of what you’ve you’ve done. You just took off your earplugs after your captain intently ordered you not to at all costs, dived straight into the embrace of man killing monsters and had risked your captain’s own life in the process.

Your head bows of its own accord in shame.

“I’m sorry.” You manage to croak out, feeling your eyes starting to get damp. Seonghwa and San obviously can’t hear the apology as they continue to treat your wound without missing a beat, but your captain continues to stare at you with an intense look on his face.

“Why?”

His voice is stern, not mad like you had expected it to be, and you raise your head to look at him in surprise. He meets your gaze evenly, repeating his question one more time.

“Why did you take your earplugs out?”

At that, you frown in confusion yourself. Thinking back, you were very sure that you had your earplugs in securely, you couldn’t hear a sound after you had put them in. Yet, when you had closed your eyes after Wooyoung had left with Yunho to fix the sail, you had…

Shock descends upon you as you realise exactly what had happened.

You had heard their voices in your head.

As much as you’re glad to have made the discovery that it wasn’t entirely your fault, you’re equally scared about what it might mean. Just like that monster from earlier, right when you had joined the ship… you had heard their calls in your mind... but how?

“They’ll try to bring you back to them at any cost, even if it ends in death.”

Were those sirens… the ones who didn’t understand? Why were they trying to kill you?

“Captain…” You ask suddenly, having forgotten his question a while ago. “The monster that I spotted when I first joined the ship… what was it?”

Your voice is surprisingly steady and Hongjoong frowns at the abrupt change in topic as he sheds the red jacket, freeing his arms. “From Yeosang’s books, I believe it was called the Kraken. A mythical beast rumoured to be a servant of the sea goddess. You had good eyesight, that’s how you spotted it, isn’t it?”

“No…” You trail off in a whisper, terror sinking deep in your chest. You had thought that your identity problem had been more or less cleared up when Yeosang had found out that you were a golem, but it seems a bit more complicated than that. “I… I heard it’s voice in my head. Just like how I heard those sirens even though my ears were plugged.”

Your captain’s eye narrows at your words in disbelief. “You… heard their voices? In your head?”

Barely managing a nod, you stare back at Hongjoong. “What… what am I?”

Your voice breaks at the last word and you’re fighting to keep yourself from hyperventilating. All this is too much, too crazy. Who are you? What are you? Why were the sirens trying to kill you? What are you trapped in? And that siren… she said…

“If she stays with you, she’ll die.”

“Die?”

You didn’t want to die.

Gasps force their way from your chest in shaky, uneven pants as you shiver uncontrollably from the fear. Your captain immediately steps forward, putting both hands on your shoulders and squeezing them reassuringly. Seonghwa and San must sense something in wrong, because they both pull away to stare at you in abject concern, your master eyeing Hongjoong as if trying to communicate without words.

Your captain ignores him, looking you in the eye seriously. His gaze burns bright green.

“I won’t let you die.” Hongjoong says solemnly. You can feel the weight of every word that leaves his lips, and deep within you, you know it is something more than a comforting phrase, more than just lip service to get you to calm down. He truly means every word he says.

Then you nod, because as much as some part of you knows it’s impossible to keep such a promise, you want to trust him. Your fear suddenly fades away, like his words are some sort of magic spell, and you’re stunned to find you’re breathing normally once more, shoulders relaxing under his touch.

“Chin Hae? Chin Hae, are you alright?” San asks you earnestly even though he can’t hear you, concern shining in his eyes as he shakes you a little. You nod back at your master, trying to convey that you’re fine and he wraps you in a shaky hug, not even bothering to ask for an explanation why you jumped into the sea in the first place.

Hongjoong gestures for Seonghwa to remove his earplugs.

The cook finally does so, sighing in relief when he can hear once again. Then he turns to wave at the rest of the crew, signalling that it’s safe, and all of them begin to remove their earplugs, shoulders slumping when they realise that they’re finally out in the clear.

Only Wooyoung remains unmoving at the bulwarks, rifle still fixed at the sea, green eyes unblinking. There’s something dark in his gaze that unnerves you, but you remind yourself that this is gentle, sweet Wooyoung, who risked his life to save you back on Nassau, who gave you the hairpin you treasure so greatly.

You rise to your feet, intending to tap him on the shoulder and tell him that it’s over, but then Hongjoong grabs you firmly by the wrist before you can take a step forward.

You turn to look at him in confusion.

Your captain shakes his head grimly. “Wooyoung’s in a… mood… right now. It’s better if you don’t catch him by surprise.”

Your heart sinks in your chest.

Hongjoong must see your expression, because he simply turns you around by the shoulders and steers you towards the sickbay, telling San to accompany you and heal your arm. “Leave me to it, alright, Chin Hae?”

And you nod, because you can’t refuse your captain, and you throw one last glance over your shoulder as you leave.

Just as the door shuts behind you, there’s the sound of a musket shot.

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catboymingi · 3 years

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insecurities

navi/masterlist

pairing: wooyoung x (gn!) reader

genre: angst, fluff; requested!

word count: 2.3k

warnings: language; anger & insecurities

a/n: i got the request via dm so i can’t really copy it but i’ll try to summarise it!

wooyoung angst & fluff where he’s insecure and yells at the reader, who ends up getting scared with wooyoung having to comfort them when he realises what happened!

wooyoung had always been insecure when he’d seen you close with the others, but when his insecurities make their way to the surface in an explosion of shouting he has to realise that his feelings are not the only ones that matter

you hadn’t expected wooyoung to react like this, not when the situation was so innocent. you’d hurt your ankle while you tried to fetch something in the kitchen and seonghwa had happened to be there, so he carried you to the living room because you seemed to be in pain and he wanted to take a look at it. he didn’t get the chance to do that, though, because wooyoung was there to see seonghwa carry you princess-style and his insecurity didn’t leave room for him to ask what had happened or why his friend was doing it. instead of asking he grabbed your wrist as soon as seonghwa had set you down and pulled you to his room, not noticing how you were limping slightly behind him, not really noticing anything. he just wanted to talk to you and he wanted to make room for his insecurity, though it hadn’t been his intention to make things escalate the way they soon did.

he’d had the common sense to pull you into his room before he started yelling, at least, screaming at you not because he was angry but because he was insecure, because he was convinced you’d realised that seonghwa was a better fit, was taller and more handsome, had his life together, was all in all more perfect than wooyoung could ever be himself. these insecurities made their way out through shouting and something that to you looked like anger, through hands thrown into the air in desperation, through loud voices and sharp words. they made their way out through making you sink into yourself in fear because you’d never seen wooyoung like this and it scared you to see your boyfriend yell and not even give you the chance to explain yourself.

“woo…”, you tried several times, but he didn’t even seem to hear you. he didn’t seem to register that he was scaring you, that you were sitting on his bed horrified by how loud and angry he was being, that you couldn’t stand him screaming like this. he didn’t realise any of that until you lifted your hands to your ears and started singing loudly with your eyes closed to drown out the noise and the scary situation, like a little child.

if you’d been able to make out his words past your own singing you would’ve heard him say “really, y/n?”, and then you would’ve seen his expression change into one of worry, and it wouldn’t have taken you so by surprise when he put one of his hands on your arm gently. and maybe you wouldn’t have flinched the way you did now, but you probably would have done that anyway, because he’d honestly scared you.

but you did notice the sudden silence, except for your yell-singing, so you stopped, and when he didn’t continue his yelling then you took down your hands from your ears, and then you dared to open your eyes again, and you saw wooyoung staring at you like a hit puppy as he’d realised just how bad his behaviour had scared you.

“y/n…”, and this time it was him who was quiet and pleading, and now that you no longer had to fear whatever his reaction might be if you started crying while he was screaming at you the tears no longer saw any reason to refrain from falling down your cheeks, so you soon found yourself sobbing in fear and in part also pain from your ankle and from your heart.

“y/n, baby, i scared you?”, he asked, trying to figure out if he’d really had his head so far up his ass that he hadn’t realised that he’d terrified you.

you just nodded, unable to talk between your broken sobs, and he hated the situation and, in all honesty, also himself. he hadn’t even given anyone the chance to explain why seonghwa had been carrying you, and even if there was no good reason it was no reason to scream at you. there was never a good reason to scream at you, never, especially not when you looked at him like this now, eyes filled with tears and expression one he couldn’t interpret, but not one of happiness as it usually was when you were around him. he hated himself for having let his insecurities get the better of him like this when you’d obviously been trying to tell him what had happened, he hated that he hadn’t listened to you, not even because he didn’t trust you to tell him the truth but because he was already so far in his own anxieties in that moment that it wouldn’t have mattered, no matter what you’d said.

but now you were crying, and he wanted to hold you, but he was scared you’d flinch again. his heart wouldn’t be able to take that.

“baby, i want to hug you, please don’t be scared. i’d never hurt you, i promise”, his voice whiny and shaky from his own held-back tears, hoping you’d let him, and you did, opening up your arms for him to climb into your lap because right now neither of you cared about who was in whose lap, it was easier if he just came into your arms than if he came onto the bed too and then he’d pull you into his, and he didn’t want to have you sit on the floor with him where he’d been kneeling until now.

“i’m so sorry”, trying not to cry because he knew you’d try to comfort him when this was about you, but he couldn’t stop the tears from falling, though he tried to hide it from his voice, at least.

“i don’t want to hurt you, baby, i never want to hurt you and i never would. fuck, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you”, holding your head to his chest tightly with his face buried in your soft hair, the hair he loved to run his hands through and the hair that looked about as sad as you now, falling without the usual volume as if all energy had been drained even from your hair.

“woo…”, unable to say much more because you were still crying, crying out his name and clinging to him even though he’d been the one to scare you in the first place - he always made you feel safe, no matter what, something he’d try to never take too lightly again. he was supposed to be your protector, not the one you wanted protection from.

“i’m here, baby, i’m here”, words murmured against your head, with his lips pressed to the crown of your hair, your face hidden from him but the sobs still escaping your mouth making it obvious that you were feeling far from alright.

“what do you need?”, he asked then, but you didn’t know. you needed to forget that he’d yelled at you, you needed to be held, you needed him close, but that was about as specific as your needs got.

“woo”, you said again, or maybe you said “you”, your voice muffled by his shirt that you were sobbing into, but it was the same thing, and he was there, he was there and he wouldn’t leave you by yourself, not now and not ever, not unless you wanted him to.

“i’m right here, i’m here, promise”, a warm hand rubbing your back comfortingly as he tried to think of what to do.

“do you want me to ask san if we can borrow his plushies? and have a big cuddle pile, would that help, baby?”, because you and san frequently competed in who had the bigger collection, but your collection was at your place right now so san’s would have to do if you wanted it to.

he couldn’t tell if you were nodding or shaking your head, but he assumed you were nodding, and he knew that even if you were shaking your head you were only doing so because you didn’t want to be a bother, so he snaked his way out of your embrace, making a “stay right here” motion at you as he told you he’d be right back, just a second, and before you could protest he was out the door, not caring about his sorry expression and the wet spot on his shirt.

the other boys wanted to ask what on earth had happened, but he just cut them off, demanding san’s attention and presenting his issue to him, asking for the biggest amount of plushies that he could give you in that moment. lucky for him san complied, and before anyone could say another word he was running back to the room he’d left you in, towards san’s bed, moving all his stuffed animals over to his own bed to build a perfect cuddle pile for you so you’d hopefully calm down.

“i’m sorry”, he said whenever he was close to you, moving the stuffed animals, “i’m sorry”, even though you’d stopped sobbing so violently by now, only shaking slightly with silent tears still running down your cheeks.

“i’m sorry” again, when the cuddle pile was done, sitting down next to you and pulling you into his chest carefully before he laid down with you in his arms, stroking your head with the hand that wasn’t clinging to you for dear life.

“i didn’t realise i was scaring you”, he continued, movements calm and coordinated though he wanted to cry and hold you so tight he might break your ribs if he wasn’t careful because he just could not be close enough to you right now.

“i really didn’t mean to make you scared”, he promised, “i was just… i saw seonghwa carry you that way and i got scared that you don’t want me anymore. but i shouldn’t have yelled. it’s not even that you don’t have the right to not want me anymore, i wouldn’t be angry if you don’t, especially not now that i… yeah, but i was just so scared. but it’s not an excuse and it’s never okay to yell at you like this and i’m so sorry.”

now his movements were becoming less rhythmical, more sloppy, more of a desperate attempt to calm both you and himself, an attempt to convince himself that you were still there.

“i just hurt my ankle”, you whispered against him as an explanation, and he was ready to slap himself across the pacific. he’d yelled at you because you’d gotten hurt. because seonghwa hadn’t wanted you to have to walk on a hurt ankle. and he’d dragged you with him without even noticing that you were in pain, he’d… fuck, he’d really messed up.

“baby, i’m sorry”, and now he was crying again, sobs making his voice shaky and his words disrupted, “i’m sorry, i probably hurt your foot even more, shit, baby.”

he was clinging to you as if his life depended on it, and now you were stroking his hair while both his arms were wrapped around your torso tightly.

“woo, don’t cry”, you pleaded quietly, but he couldn’t help it. he felt guilty and he’d always been one of intense emotions, and right now his intense emotions were intense crying.

“i’m sorry”, he sobbed at you, though his crying didn’t get less.

“woo, please”, because you couldn’t deal with his crying when you were still overwhelmed, and though it was incredibly hard he held his breath to stop himself from sobbing, again and again, until he’d calmed down, even when you looked at him all worried because not breathing wasn’t what you’d meant when you’d told him not to cry.

“not crying anymore”, he let you know once his goal was achieved, looking at your puffy face and about to cry again right there because you were in such a sorry state.

“tell me how to make it up to you”, and this time it was wooyoung pleading, looking at you with so much remorse and love on his face that you wanted to kiss his worries away. you were still upset, of course you were, but he was trying so hard to make it okay, and you weren’t angry at him, you were more… hurt by the entire situation. overwhelmed. feeling an unidentifiable emotion on the wide spectrum of being upset.

“i just want to cuddle.”

he would comply with that, of course, without hesitation. his arms were still wrapped around you tightly, and he pulled you even closer to his face, moved you up a little so that your face was now at the same level as his rather than on roughly neck level, and then he looked at you with a serious expression.

“if i’m ever too loud, or if i scare you, or if you need me to stop something, tell me. promise you’ll tell me. i don’t want something like today to ever happen again, i don’t want to ever scare you again. i don’t want you to ever doubt that no matter how upset i am your comfort comes first, always.”

“okay”, quiet and not very convincing, but he wouldn’t let you get away with this, not in this situation.

“promise you’ll try.”

“okay, promise.”

he knew you weren’t one to break promises, so this left him reassured. so now he could focus on peppering your face in kisses, on rubbing your back and arms and stroking your head, on making sure you felt loved and comfortable.

you fell asleep like that, and you looked so sweet that san couldn’t even get himself to steal even just one of his plushies back when he came into the room later, because wooyoung had looked at him with a pleading expression on his face that he interpreted as “don’t wake her up, she deserves these plushies more than you right now”.

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 4 years

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Wooyoung “Boyfriend Headcanons”

Hongjoong version // Seonghwa version // Yunho version // Yeosang version // San version // Mingi version // Wooyoung version // Jongho version //

- Loud boi

- I love him

- he’s such a little ray of sunshine

- Very precious

- with 10/10 laughter

- Now we know Wooyoung loves food

- he likes to cook

- he knows good food

- so most likely knows good resturaunts

- First date with Wooyoung

- A nice resturaunt

- he would love the excuse to dress up a little

- love to see you dressed up a little

- Thinks it’s fun as a first date

- after all you want to put your best foot forward on a first date right?

- anyways he likes dinner because he sees it as an opportunity to talk

- get know eachother while eating good food

- would agree with you that your next date

- he is going to cook for you

- Wooyoung tones himself down a lot on the first date

- however shameless flirting is guaranteed

- he exudes so much confidence in the first date

- a very smooth talker

- his laughter is surprisingly composed on the first date

- because he doesn’t want to scare you (but you get glimpses of his loud laughter anyways)

- but after all the nice and fancy

- instead of grabbing dessert at the resturaunt

- you guys would get ice cream or something at a local shop

- sitting in a casual place

- sharing ice cream

- dressed all nice and fancy

- it just has a nice vibe to him

- and it’s something you guys end up doing a lot

- because it’s cute and it looks strange and he loves it

- But anyways

- After the first date

- Wooyoung is a big gentleman

- walks you home

- might even hold your hand if you want 👉👈

- He might even kiss you if you want

- 👉👈

- The type to kiss and giggle after

- holds your face with one hand

- looks at you for a second after

- cheeks all pink and a big smile on his face

- very cute

- Wooyoung always sinks into you when it comes to skinship

- he loves skinship so much

- he clings to you always

- does that thing where he smiles largely and drops his head down into his shoulders slightly alot (I can’t explain the thing but i hope you understand)

- anyways

- Wooyoung is a koala

- holds you with his whole body

- arms wrapped around you

- legs wrapped around you

- face tucked into your neck

- he holds you with all the love he has

- he does this when he’s sad too

- Then his face is burried in your neck and he’s talking softly

- wants you to rub his back while he rants

- Wooyoung doesn’t necessarily expect you to give him advice

- he’s just happy to get what’s making him sad off of his chest

- 9/10 this ends in him falling asleep on you

- this tends to be how you guys sleep

- regardless if it’s hot or not

- you have Wooyoung

- on you

- it gets to the point that it feels weird to sleep without that pressure of his body against yours.

- When you’re sad

- Wooyoung feels guilty

- even if it isn’t his fault

- he just doesn’t want you sad

- He does whatever you need him too

- you want to be alone?

- sure, he’ll give you space

- you want to rant?

- he’s ready to listen.

- You need a distraction?

- He has movies and video games ready

- Arguments with Wooyoung

- they are hard

- I feel like a lot of things get said

- that aren’t meant?

- coupled with some sass

- Wooyoung got ass and sass

- but anyways

- he can hold a grudge

- so you need to apologize before you get the silent treatment

- but that’s if you’re in the wrong

- when he’s in the wrong

- he fights internally with himself

- “apologize or no...”

- always apologizes but the struggle is there

- apologizes with big gestures though

- roses, chocolate, whatever you enjoy

- he says sorry with a pout

- Wooyoung is so playfull and fun

- and loud

- so your day to day life with him is too

- it’s just beautiful

- his laughter fills the room in the best way

- so you go out of your way to find what makes him laugh like that

- he does the same for you

- because he loves your laugh and smile

- it’s his favorite feature on you

- Wooyoung likes to brag about you

- Ateez always gets an earfull

- “Y/N did the most amazing thing...”

- “Y/N looked so cute yesterday...”

- Can’t shut up about you

- which warms the members hearts

- and disgusts them at the same time

- It would be awesome if you’re an army too

- just saying

- you two would have the best time jamming out to BTS

- doing choreos

- singing along

- will take you to a BTS concert

- just real good fun

- I think Wooyoung would love teaching you how to dance

- If you don’t know how

- I think he would love it

- would be a bad teacher tho :(

- only because his dance classes end early because cuddling

- he can’t resist you

- you look so cute when you dance to him

- he can’t help it

- He likes trying new things too

- always goes into something new with a very positive energy

- that’s something you love about Wooyoung

- his positive outlook on things

- and he always dives head first into anything he’s doing

- even if it’s something small

- it’s quite amazing

- really helps you evaluate your outlook on life

- Wooyoung can get quite unsure sometimes

- tends to not talk about those things with the other members though

- it could be about anything really

- an outfit

- a choreography

- etc

- he asks for your opinion first

- or your feedback first

- because he knows your honest

- and he knows you know how to tell him things

- getting negative feedback is hard

- but for Wooyoung

- you make it easy to hear

- Wooyoung does get pretty jealous

- it’s ridiculously cute

- but also makes you sad because you don’t want him to worry about that

- like his mood will shut down when he’s jealous

- bad scenarios play in his brain

- obviously he knows you wouldn’t betray him like that

- but his brain likes to think too much sometimes

- but these things tend to go away the second your arms wrap around him

- he realises he’s being ridiculous

- and it becomes something he can laugh about

- which is just so refreshing

- So when you talk about it

- you can tell he doesn’t mean that he doesn’t trust you

- because of his tone of voice

- it means he realises he’s being ridiculous

- but you still reassure him that he’s your one

- that he’s your ray of sunshine

- Sexy dressed Wooyoung time

- Now

- Wooyoung is a switch

- I can’t see him being rough

- i can’t see him being a dom

- I do see him being a switch

- therefore switch

- Wooyoung loves sounds

- he loves hearing things

- your breathing

- heartbeat

- moans

- whimpers

- sweet whispers

- he absolutely loves it so much

- would never want to muffle your sounds ever

- he’s not scared to make noise

- so he doesn’t want you to be either

- dirty talk out the whazoo

- nothing degrading though

- he’s not into that

- it makes him feel bad

- only praise

- body worship

- so many sweet whispers

- I think he might be into thigh riding

- loves that visual

- fingers digging into your skin as he guides you

- he likes that visual too

- sensory deprivation would be a thing he likes too

- on you

- would love to make you wear a blindfold and earplugs

- you would have no idea how loud you’re being

- and he could hear you completely unfiltered

- Wooyoung teases alot too

- it’s all good fun

- because he knows you’ll tease him just as hard back

- alot of the things Wooyoung does to you

- he wants done to him too

- he loves praise

- it turns him on

- loves to hear how good he’s doing

- how good he looks

- how good he feels

- he feeds off of it

Aftercare

- aftercare is so mushy omg

- Sleepy Wooyoung is precious

- You end up taking care of him more than the other way around

- make sure he’s happy

- make sure he feels safe

- he does the same for you but he just loves the attention afterwards so much

- He looks at you with sleepy eyes

- completely filled with love

- when you lay down with him

- he cuddles you

- kisses your forehead

- never fails to make you feel so incredibly loved

- with words and small touches

- he gets sentimental and emotional

- especially when you make him feel so loved and safe

- aftercare is more soft touches and sweet looks than anything else

- it’s the most quiet your relationship ever is

- it’s very sweet

- it’s the calm after the beautiful storm that is your relationship

- Everyday with Wooyoung is energetic and new

- so soft familiar moments like this are cherished

- A relationship with Wooyoung is easily described with the color yellow

- bright and happy

- positive

A/N: I wrote this after a pretty shitty day filled with not fun news. So if it’s sappy and really just looking for happiness I apologize. Anyways... 1 MORE MEMBER LEFT IN THE SERIES!!! Yayyyy

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