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Ateez and the things they do for you while on tour
Genre: established relationship, floof—lots of it, crack-ish?
Word count: 1.9k
Pairing: idols!Ateez x gn!reader
Warnings: pet names (+ reader calling Mingi princess), possible grammar mistakes
Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu
Networks: @cromernet 🤍
Hongjoong - falling asleep on face-time
☆ Hongjoong keeps track of every single difference between his and your timezone, having it as a daily reminder on the world clock.
☆ It doesn't matter how tired he is after performing and melting million hearts;
☆ He could never be too tired for his love.
☆ Calls you when he's on his way to the hotel room if it's at a suitable hour;
☆ If not, he would settle for napping for a bit and set an alarm so he can call you at a reasonable time.
☆ Loves having your voice playing in the background for whenever sleep gets too hard to fight against (and if you start talking about your day, it's simply music for his ears).
☆ Smiles contentedly, even in his sleep, when you tell him how proud you are and how much you love and miss him.
☆ "You shined today too, baby. I am so, so, proud of you, and I hope you know that."
☆ Even when he's drowsy—droopy eyes, mouth slightly open, almost slipping into the dreams' world, he would never be too tired to mouth an "I love you too, love; thanks for being by my side,"—might come off as a mumble, but the intention is there.
☆ And that's the tutorial on how to make your sleepy Joong happy. :)
Seonghwa - buying souvenirs
☆ Seonghwa would buy the whole shop for you if he could.
☆ Not that he didn't want to, but Yeosang—his shopping companion, didn't allow that to happen.
☆ Whenever he sees a cute object, be it little or big, his eyes gather the whole universe in them, an excited smile creeping on his face, as the only thing he can say is "Y/n! :D"
☆ Magnets? "These would look amazing on their fridge!"
☆ Clothes? "I remember they said they needed a new cardigan."
☆ Plushies? "Y/n's shelves have been pretty empty lately, these would look great in there :D."
☆ And who are you to burst his bubble? It's not like you didn't try to tell him that he should tone it down; but he didn't even bother to listen to you, stuffing more and more into his luggage for when he comes home to show you.
☆ When unboxing, he would just smile and proceed to take more out of his suitcase.
☆ "Honey, you don't need to spend so much money on me…" You say, looking at the suitcase he claimed was filled with only souvenirs.
☆ "Can you blame me, starlight? Let me spoil you." He smiles, settling himself on the floor as he keeps on unpacking, making you accept your fate and smile as well.
Yunho - sending you dancing videos
☆ This man is all but leaving you alone—not that you're complaining or anything.
☆ He would send you videos of him practicing every single hour, maybe call you too, just to show (and maybe flex) his fantastic dancing skills.
☆ Sometimes, he would even call you and ask you to learn something together—he just loves to see you dance with him, okay?
☆ Always asks for your opinion first, on every cover he wants to post.
☆ "I think that's good enough to post, Yun—" Wooyoung would try to say, but his friend would brush him off quickly.
☆ "Let me ask Y/n first! :D"
☆ The moment the warmth of your praises engulfs him—he becomes a malfunctional boy; smiling from ear to ear, continuously staring at your texts, making everyone around him ask him if he is okay, if he needs to see a doctor or something (it's just his friends being the teases they are)—yet he wouldn't care, he is in love <3.
☆ "Of course it's amazing, Yuyu. You're doing amazing everytime <333."
☆ He would melt into a puddle.
☆ "No words can explain how thankful I am for you, my darling."
Yeosang - delivering sweet nothings
☆ Yeosang would send special deliveries for his significant other.
☆ He has to make sure his baby is being well taken care of even when he's away, doesn't he?
☆ If you randomly get up due to the sound of your doorbell—know that Yeo planned something; again.
☆ Sometimes it's fresh food from your favorite restaurant; sometimes flowers bouquets.
☆ Sometimes, even your favorite hoodie of his—to remind you of him, and his scent.
☆ He would be sneaky and innocent about it too—he would never admit it's him (he would, you just have to be cute enough for it).
☆ "Yeoooo, the flowers you sent yesterday are still there! Where am I supposed to place these ones?"
☆ "What flowers, sweets? I didn't send you anything though?" The lie would slip through his lips, soon curling into a mischievous smile.
☆ Secretly—he enjoys it way too much—seeing how happy you are after the warm meal, how you couldn't stop smelling the flowers he chose for you.
☆ He loved you so much and he had to prove it somehow, even if he was miles away from you.
San - hugging his phone while face-timing
☆ San loves physical attention; he craves it—a lot.
☆ And though there's no way you can give it to him, he finds one, 'cause he's your smart boyfriend.
☆ He came up with the sudden idea of you hugging your phones at the same time, as silly as that might sound.
☆ Hugging the devices to your chests was giving him enormous comfort—not so much of a physical one, but one for the heart, at least.
☆ At first, you didn't expect him to want this to be a regular thing, you thought he would do it one time and then forget about it—or simply leave it aside.
☆ No. Your boyfriend started doing that every single call.
☆ "Y/nnnnn, do you feel it? The warmth?" He asks, his eyes shaped into little crescent moons, while the joy would dig little dimples into his cheeks.
☆ "Sannie… all I feel is how hot my phone got after three hours of continuously face-timing you," you say, looking at his pout through the screen.
☆ "Can you at least pretend? It's the only thing that unites us right now, so please pretend it's me you're hugging, sweets."
☆ With time, you came to understand what he was talking about—it felt nice to imagine him cuddled into your arms, counting the days and hoping they would pass faster and give you your boyfriend back.
Mingi - sending you voice texts
☆ Mingi would send you cute voice texts, and expects you to answer in the same manner.
☆ He would send one right after he woke up, the hoarseness of his voice echoing through your ears and making you giggle.
☆ Would also send you lots of them when he reaches the comfort of his hotel bed, telling you about his day and waiting for you to call, for the live experience.
☆ Sometimes, he would send some in the middle of the day, and when you play them, you're met with the beauty of his singing voice, playing one of the songs he had written, just for you.
☆ Along with comfort, they would usually make tears prickle at the corner of your eyes—because you miss him, and because the depth of the lyrics makes you want to give him the biggest hug ever.
☆ Mingi would also send you vocal texts of him silly laughing at random jokes, or funny videos, claiming that he doesn't want you to forget his laugh (don't forget he wants to hear yours too).
☆ And hearing him laugh would automatically make you cackle too, recording it just in time.
☆ "Princess? If I had a superpower, I wish I could teleport," you said, sending the short voice message to him.
☆ "And why is that, sweetheart?" He asks, in the same manner.
☆ "So I can come there and give you the biggest hug ever," and that was enough to make him melt and think about how much he loves you.
Wooyoung - recording daily vlogs
☆ Wooyoung would be recording silly little vlogs for you at every single step.
☆ No one and nothing could hold him back from turning his camera on selfie mode and pressing the rec button (but also, no one can stop him when he's about to fall 'cause he doesn't see where he steps).
☆ As soon as he gets into his hotel room, he will start making the room tour for you, explaining every detail he notices about it.
☆ Sometimes, he would trick some staff members into showing him the stage outfits beforehand, just for you to wake up with an outfit check vlog made by your boyfriend, exclusively.
☆ He could be anywhere—restaurant, preparing to eat; backstage, preparing to go on stage, or simply walking around the city—it wouldn't matter, his hand is always able to hold a camera or at least his phone.
☆ Oh, and don't you dare interrupt him—he gave San the nastiest look when he called Woo for game night.
☆ "I'm recording my daily vlog for Y/n, can't you see, San? When did you become so heartless?" He asked, hand holding his heart as San raised his arms, defeated.
☆ "Sorry, angel. San is bothering me. Back to you now! :D"
☆ If you could ever make time to send him one of your own daily vlogs too, he would be the happiest man; saving it and staring at it all along, like a lucky charm.
☆ "I decided I should send you a daily vlog from work too, can't let my pookie forget my face and voice," you said, and his lips stretched into the widest smile.
Jongho - singing lullabies for you
☆ Jongho's honey-like voice would melt into another lullaby you asked him for, despite the late hour you were talking at.
☆ You missed your boyfriend's presence—his beautiful gummy smile whenever you told him you loved him, his hugs, everything about him.
☆ And, last but not least, you missed his voice.
☆ You found it hard to sleep without him talking to you, or without hearing him practice another melodious ballad again—and you craved it.
☆ And it seemed like he missed doing these acts of service for you as well;
☆ 'Cause, the second you told him that you wanted to hear him, he didn't hesitate to immediately call you and start to sing another soulful song for you, smiling whenever you complimented him.
☆ His passion was something great to watch too—from the way his eyelashes would stroke his skin whenever he closed his eyes, the way his mouth opened whenever he hits any high notes, to the confidence on his face.
☆ You could swear that your admiration for him painted his cheeks into a crimson blush, yet he couldn't complain, he was proud to have you by his side.
☆ "Can you sing the chorus one more time, please? I don't want it to end before I fall asleep." You asked, looking at him before closing your eyes in order to fall asleep while he was still singing for you.
☆ He let a soft smile appear on his face, singing for you once again and only stopping when you finally fell asleep, whispering a sweet "Good night, sunshine."
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[8.07] dad!mingi × baby!sumin × baby!seeun (ft. uncles!ateez, dad!hongjoong and baby!minjae)
⇀ mingi really is that dad. an enabler dad.
⇁ i ended up writing this after mulling over it for a long ass while (not really but still, long enough) and at this point brat brigade's spam section is my baby!xikers dumping ground. but lookie @flowerboykun i wrote this idea !
⇁ disclaimer : the author is not forcing any ideas or form of relationship between irl characters. this fic is specifically for entertainment purposes
wc : 1.8 k
genre : fluff, dad!au, baby!au
When you first found out that you were pregnant, your first thought went straight to how much fun you'll have dressing your daughter up. Then you found out you were having a boy and Mingi immediately cried because now he can have his twin. Then the second time you got pregnant, you were still hoping to have a girl to dress in frilly clothes and shove the fact that now you have your own twin to Mingi's face. But that day, in the doctor's office, with Mingi and Sumin with his custom baby Gucci beret in his arms, you found out that you were having another boy. It wasn't like you don't want your children, it was just that you know having two boys means that Mingi's going to have so much fun coordinating both boys' outfits.
So now, when Sumin and Seeun reached 5 and 4 years old respectively, you weren't even surprised that Mingi had dedicated a whole Instagram page to document the daily outfits that he coordinated for them. As pissy as you were that you couldn't dress your daughter in pink tutus or sparkly tops, you have to admit that they looked absolutely precious in the outfit their dad had so passionately picked for them.
Sumin is almost always dressed in how Mingi would be dressed on stage, a muted version of his flashy fashion while Seeun is more often than not dressed as a sporty-casual Mingi. They have their own unique styles, of course, but Mingi would always make sure that whenever they go out, people will IMMEDIATELY recognize them as siblings. And now, he had (somehow) managed to rope you into coordinating outfits as a family which you (and Seonghwa as the eldest representative) had limited to special events only because people (Wooyoung) began teasing you both by using the pictures you posted on Instagram and photoshopping them on advertisements (the worst one was for a hemorrhoid cream) which annoyed you (you taking his old as fuck Bathing Ape jacket and threatening to rip it to shreds and use them to wipe your children's snots). Nevertheless, both brothers love being dressed up by their dads so much and you were absolutely grateful for the fact that they never fought over who gets to wear what when, it had always been civil between them and they even do this bit of commenting on each other's outfits just before they go out. It's safe to say that at ages 5 and 4, they can differentiate between Houndstooth and Glen Check, and which is Louis Vuitton and which is Gucci. Yeah, your babies are SPOILED by their dad.
Their taste develops at such a young age that nowadays, they have begun to accessorise themselves. Sumin has been quite into sunglasses lately, even at night, he'd try to wear his dad's sunglasses on top of his head that just ended up falling over his face so Mingi bought him his first Gentle Monster that he adored to pieces. Seeun, on the other hand, has been into hats as of late, particularly bucket hats. It started when you put one on him as he was going to the mall to have fun with his uncle Yunho and cousin Jinsik, and he came home buzzing with excitement and refusing to take his hat off, so he asked you and Mingi to take him to get more hats the next day (he took mostly buckets, of course).
Knowing how important impressions are to your boys, you were rather reluctant to leave them for their first day of pre-K and kindergarten because you were called to the newly established branch of your company in Gyeongsangnam-do. While Seeun cried freely into your chest, Sumin tried to pack himself into your luggage. Thankfully, you were able to compromise with the boys by letting them wear whatever they want for their first day in a new environment and that they would be able to send you pictures and videos as much as they wanted. You thought that there would be no harm done and Mingi would make sure that both boys can freely express themselves within the guidelines. With teary eyes and quivering lips, both boys spent a whole 15 minutes hugging you until you have to go.
So the next day, Mingi arrived with his boys in front of the school and as soon as they got out of the car, Seeun and Sumin rushed to the steps and posed, beyond excited. "Come on, dad! Take a picture!" Sumin called out as he adjusted Seeun's hat so the front flap doesn't cover his eyes. "Coming!" Mingi grinned widely and immediately crouched down a little bit farther away from the two boys with his phone aimed at them, "Now, give mommy a big, big smile and a big pose!"
Clad in blue and white, both boys were grinning widely, very much happy with the outfit that they were adorning. Keeping with the twinning theme, Sumin had a white long-sleeved shirt paired with knee-length light blue shorts, colourful crew socks that he picked out himself, and original white Adidas with black stripes. To top the look off, he had his sunglasses on top of his head as a fashion statement. Meanwhile, Seeun was wearing a white t-shirt with a light blue puffer vest, matching knee-length shorts and matching bucket hat, crew socks, and original black vans. To top it all off, both boys were wearing different black bags; Sumin with his messenger bag and Seeun with his backpack. Parents walking past them genuinely thought that the boys were celebrity children which was technically true since their dad is an idol but they themselves also seemed like tv personalities with how confident they were in front of the camera and they were dressed too fashionably for a day in school.
When Sumin and Seeun had their fill of posing and taking pictures, Mingi shot you a quick text with a picture of your boys before jogging to his boys who grabbed his hands upon contact. "Okay, it's a big big day for Seeunnie here, so please listen to your teacher for everything. That goes to you too, Sumin, Okay?" Mingi eyed the two boys who were staring up at him intently, "I can't have mommy getting a call saying that you stuck a crayon up your nose again like your first day in Pre-K," Mingi squinted his eyes at the eldest boy who whined and stomped his feet in embarrassment at the mention of his accident while his younger brother snorted at him. Some parents were rushing to get their kids in but the Song boys were enjoying their leisure walk as the family head told them how to conduct themselves. Seeun was looking up at his dad, listening carefully while Sumin was kicking pebbles along the path whilst maintaining hand-holding with Mingi.
Just as the boys were about to reach the entrance of the school, a teacher came approaching with a smile on her face. "Why hello there!" she greeted as she crouched down in front of the boys which made Sumin's smile drop and Seeun stepped back and hid behind one of Mingi's legs, "I see that you two are ready for school, huh? Look at your clothes!" The compliments she was giving made Sumin puff up his chest proudly as Seeun took half a step forward to look at the teacher curiously. "I love your outfits so much, however, we don't allow accessories like hats and sunglasses in our classes," the teacher's eyes peered up to Mingi as if seeking his help to remove the items from his kids and hopefully take him home with him.
Hearing that they couldn't wear their accessories, Sumin and Seeun whipped their heads to Mingi with the saddest face ever. Mingi, however, didn't even need the push from his sons to step up for them. "Why not?" he asked without sparing a second. The teacher seemed taken aback, not expecting that a parent would question the rules that have been established for a long time in the school. "Because... It's an accessory sir, it's not part of the outfit guidelines for the students," if she thought that would just drop it, she was sorely mistaken. Mingi looked around at the other kids that were starting to arrive and noticed some little girls with accessories on them which he pointed at with his chin, "I don't think I read anything about bead bracelets, necklaces, and earrings," he shrugged. To anyone who didn't know him, it might seem like Mingi was being annoying or unreasonable but in reality, Mingi was simply being inquisitive. The teacher seemed stunned because he did have a point but at the same time, no one has ever raised an issue or even just a question about female students wearing accessories before. "Uh... I mean..." Truly, she was stumped but she had to answer because she was supposed to have an answer, "W-well, the accessories the boys wear could be dangerous as things like your son's sunglasses could poke other children in the eyes and no one is allowed to wear hats in class." Hearing their accessories being mentioned, both children grabbed the items mentioned as if to not let anyone take them away. "Yeah, but... Why? I don't see any problem if my boys are not gonna distract any children with their accessories or disturb the class. If anything, those glass ball thingies in those girls' hair ties could potentially blind other children if they snapped or the necklaces they wore could break, fall into a student's drinking cup and choke on it."
Just as the teacher was about to answer, two people came and stopped where they stood still. She didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing, though. "What are you guys doing here?" Hongjoong asked with an eyebrow raised, Minjae on his side on his iPad with his headphones on. Both Sumin and Seeun immediately beamed and rushed to hug their uncle Joongie tightly, greeting him with muffled voices. "The teacher said Sumin can't wear his sunglasses and Seeun can't wear his bucket hat," Mingi sighed, shrugging his shoulders in confusion. Hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows and planted his hands on his hips, "What do you mean they can't wear their sunglasses and bucket hat?" The teacher was about to answer when Mingi answered for her instead, "Well she said those items could hurt other children?" To which Hongjoong replied with a scoff and his arms crossed over his chest, "And those tiny catapults in the girls' hair couldn't?" In agreement, Mingi clapped his hands together, "Thank you!"
It seemed like both fathers were so into their conversations that they didn't realize the kids were looking at each other. Minjae pulled his headphone down and tucked his iPad into his bag securely before taking both of Sumin and Seeun's hands into his. He stepped up to the dumbfounded teacher (who looked like she was about to cry) and spoke, "We'll be getting to class first, miss, we'll be late," he smiled widely before bowing and walking away with Sumin and Seeun in tow, not even giving a chance for the teacher to tell him that he was not supposed to bring electronics into class and that Sumin and Seeun were still not supposed to wear their accessories.
This issue could be resolved, right?
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Reflection
Pairings: Wooyoung × y/n
Genre/tags: fuck buddies
Warning: 🔞 a little fluff, smut/angst, semi public, unprotected sex, pet names
~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]
Words: 1.6k
Disclaimer:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine. (All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)
Finally it's my rest day! I am done with my laundry and sort of cleaning my whole apartment. I am so tired but sleeping or just laying around is none of my options for today.
I got a text from Wooyoung that their schedule today for practice will end earlier today so they can have time to rest. They are not rushing the practices as they have a lot of time still before the comeback. So, I decided to hurry things up for my day so I can drop by his company to visit him and see him. Even his members. I miss hanging out with them too. They are the sweetest.
Wooyoung and I haven't seen each other for a while now. We usually just chat and video call each other daily but that's not enough. We miss each other dearly. He tried sneaking out a few times. We usually meet in the park or in a parking lot somewhere but barely had an hour to ourselves. He's too busy.
Ugh. I miss my boyfriend. I miss his hugs and kisses.
"Look who's here to visit!" Mingi says outloud, almost yelling, when I entered the practice room.
I greet everyone, giving them the biggest smile.
"Long time no see!" San approaches me and gives me a hug. "What food did you bring?" His attention went from me to the food I am carrying.
"It's not much but... I brought 2 boxes of chicken and 4 orders of pizza." I point at the box Yunho is carrying behind me. "He helped me carry the food.." I add
"Yes!! Chicken!!" Yeosang cheers and takes the food from me. "Let's go to the pantry and eat!"
"Yaaah!! Give me chicken too!" Mingi runs after Yeosang and the rest follows.
"Join us if you want... or...." San looks at me and then at Wooyoung who is across the room sitting down on the floor, back on the wall, resting. "Stay here and be with him..."
"We'll just join you after." Wooyoung answers as he stands up.
"Okay then... I'll just notify everyone not to come here for awhile." San smirks and then quietly leaves the pratice room, closing the door shut.
I quietly laughed at how he walked out.
"I missed seeing those dimples..." His hand slides from behind, hugging me and holding me tight around my waist.
"I missed you too." I tilt my head on the side, looking back at him. "How are you?"
"Better, now that you're here." He lowers his head to give me a smooch on the lips. "You look so beautiful..." he whispers
"You too... well actually.." I loosen up his hands around my waist so I can twirl around and face him. "You look hot." I say, grinning
"Do I?" He smiles and tugs my loose hair behind me ear. "Thank you for visiting me during practice..."
"I know you're busy so... it's okay. Plus.. I am a fan too. I am also excited for your comeback so I understand."
"I'm so lucky..." he scrunches his nose as he lay his forehead on mine.
"By the way... Aren't we going to join them to eat? Aren't you hungry?"
"I am hungry..."
"Let's go then!"
He stops me mid-way, grabbing me by the wrist.
"I didn't meant hungry for food..." he says under his breathe.
He places the hand he took around his neck while his other hand scoops me back to his embrace.
"San locked the door... Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong eat quite slow... the other members will not leave then until they're done..."
"Ahm... what?"
He tilts my head back to get more access on my neck. "It means... we... have... time..." he says in between kisses. "I can't wait until they let us go home... I want you... now..."
I moan at every mark he leaves on my kiss.
"Oh y/n..." he breathes
I start to kiss him back. My hands holds onto his muscular arms for support. I feel like I'm melting in every kiss and caress he does on my body.
"Please... let me... have... you.. now..." he says while we our devouring each other.
I gave him a small nod as I try to catch my breathe.
He growls with exictement as he lifts me up. My legs wrapped around him. We continue to kiss as he walks me to the corner of the room my back is now leaning on the wall. I can see our reflection from the mirror across the room.
Oh gosh, we looked like hayennas. We are literally all over each other. And if anyone peaks through the door, they'll see us. It's making my heart pound but I'm not worried at the same time. Like I don't give a shit if they see us.
"Take your top off." He says as he puts me down.
I do what he asked me to do. Whislt I am unbuttoning my blouse, he starts to undress himself too. Starting from his hoodies to his black tank top.
He is massive. Wooyoung have been working out with San and it is showing now. He's arms are thick and his chest and shouldets are wider than before. I can barely see myself now through the mirror. He's covering me.
"God..." he snarls, "You look so perfect." His chest moving fast. "I hope san told them to just go home and leave us be. Coz, I want to enjoy this." His hands cups my laced covered breasts. "They fill up my hands.. they're beautiful." He pushes down my bra, lowers his head and starts to lick the tip sending an amount of sensation throughout my whole body.
"Aah!" Throwing my head back, covering my mouth as I moan his name at every lick. "Shit!" I gasp as he puts it in his mouth and suck. "My baby!" I cry
His free hand crawls down, rubbing and caressing my core. I should've worn an easy access dress instead of jeans but it doesn't matter. My knees are already shaking just the though of his hands on it.
"Fuck!" He grunts "I need to get in now..." he hurriedly pulls down his pants along with his boxer brief. He is hard and ready. "I want to do this slowly.... make you feel good... but I'm going to loose my mind if I don't feel yout warmth now."
"I don't care." I say as I unzip my pants, let it ripple under my fit and kick it off. "Fill me in, my baby."
He carries me up again, my core on the right spot. He gently eases his way in. Holy shit. He's so big!
I arch my back, moving my hip lightly to be in the right position. "Y-you fucking feel amazing baby!" I say
"You're so wet for me, y/n. Ugh. I'm so turned on!" He hisses.
He starts to move his hip in a slow beat first. Slow but fucking hitting the right spot. Each hump makes me gasp and cry his name.
"Go faster... now.. please...let me come.." I beg
"My pleasure..." he kisses me on the lips. Our tongue dances in each other's mouth as his thrust like there's no tomorrow
Holy hell. I will never knew that he had been dancing since this morning, practicing based on how he fucks me right now. I can't believe this man's stamina.
"W-wooyoung!" My eyes rolls as I close them, "I... ahhhhh... Yes!"
"Come for me baby. Let's me taste you after."
"Ah!!" I hold on tight on his stone shoulder as I release and let go. "Oh baby..." I can feel myself, wet and weak.
Kissing me on the cheek, "that was perfect... I love it when you scream my name."
"Woo..." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard again. Biting his lower lip when I get a chance. "Clean me up please..."
His grin grows wider. "Of course."
Spreading my legs apart, I give him access to my dripping core. His tongue glides along giving me tingling sensation throughout my body. It feels so good.
I watch myself through the mirror. Almost naked, my blouse hanging on for dear life on my shoulders and sweaty. My hands are on his head, gripping onto his hair to make myself be steady so he can clean me up in and out.
But then as I watch our reflection, I noticed something different than before. A shadow. Someone is at the door, peaking through the glass. I can't see him clearly but I could sense that he's enjoying what he sees.
Suddenly I felt naughty. I wanna show him more. So, I start to play with myself while eyeing him. I squish my boobs and play with my hard nipples. My mouth is open, moaning that my soul is almost leaving my body. Wooyoung is sensational.
"Baby!" I throw my head back, barely closing my eyes. I want to see the man's reaction. "C'mon..." I mumble under my breathe
And the man didn't disappoint. I could see him stroking himself, leaning his back on the wall outside but being careful.
"Baby..." I tap on woo. "Someone is watching.."
He stops and look at the mirror. "I see..." he stands up and kisses me on my forehead. "I think I know who is it." He snorts a smile.
"What should we do?"
"Let's show him more."
"More? Here?"
"No... stay with me at our dorm tonight. We have our own rooms now... let's just invite him over." Woo licks my ears as he whispers, "I'm sure San would love to join us."
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[240224] Makestar Fansign
[NEW UPLOAD FROM HIMARI]
ATEEZ JP
@ATEEZofficialjp
[#HIMARI] Hi Tiny!🐯
#ATEEZ #에이티즈 #エイティーズ
Translated from Japanese by Google
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mikah @himaswife
Replying to @ATEEZofficialjp
Stop I still can't over the fact that I finally met her in person😳She even held my hand bc I was nervous ?? Are we actually married now ?? Min Himari what are we ??
Sani's Insta @fluffypuddingtiny
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This girl really is everyone's princess🥺I was wondering why she kept the same ears the entire fansign but then she posted on fromm that Donatella had sent AND handmade them- Apparently in the note she said that she understood that promotions were very important and that since she had prepared gifts for Hyunjin and Ningning she wanted Hima to know that she was special too😭
왔다 갔다 @yeosangiecookie
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someone please get her away from wooyoung, she keeps biting things lately 😭why is she munching on a plush like it's a daily thing-
Uyu @bulleobulleooo
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The first image is so much better when you have the context💀She was dared by Jongho to go bite Hongjoong cuz he didn't think she would and that's the pic Jongho took after it happened while Hongjoong was still on the floor-
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Twice's 10th member has to fake date ATEEZ's Wooyoung even if all the members like her
A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anonwho gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it! :)
The request: Can I request a one shot of Twice falling in love with the short, cute and innocent tenth member! reader. Twice does everything possible to make reader fall in love with her, they achieve it by spoiling her but something happens, reader is forced to have a relationship with an idol (it could be wooyoung). Thanks for taking your time reading this!
PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3
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Y/N had always been the cute and innocent 10th and youngest member of TWICE, and her endearing personality had endeared her to her fellow members. But little did she know that she was about to become the unwitting target of their affections in a way that would turn her world upside down.
It all began innocently enough during a break from their hectic schedule. TWICE was lounging in their shared dorm, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. The maknae was curled up on the couch, engrossed in a book, when Nayeon, the group's eldest member, glanced over at her with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Nayeon - Sunshine, you know, you're the cutest member of TWICE.
Said girl blushed and looked up from her book, surprised by the sudden compliment.
Y/N - Oh, unnie, you're just saying that.
But Nayeon wasn't finished.
Nayeon - And we all love you so much. In fact, I think we're all falling for you.
Y/N's eyes widened as she realized that Nayeon wasn't the only one with a glint of mischief in her eye. The other members were nodding in agreement, and suddenly, TWICE's honey found herself the centre of attention.
Sana, known for her playful nature, leaned in closer to her darling and began to whisper.
Sana - Dear, what if we all tried to make you fall in love with us?
Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion.
Y/N - W-what?
Dahyun chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Dahyun - Yeah, angel! We want to win your heart.
Momo, who had always been a bit of a romantic, spoke next.
Momo - We'll do whatever it takes to make you fall for us.
Jihyo - Boo, you mean the world to us.
Jeongyeon - We've been keeping this secret for too long.
Chaeyoung - We want to spoil you and make you happy.
Tzuyu - You deserve all the love in the world, hon.
Nayeon - So, what do you say, babe? Will you let us all try to win your heart?
Y/N - I...I don't know what to say. *blushing*
Sana - Say yes! *grinning*
Y/N - Okay, yes. *nervous wreck*
Momo - Great! Let's get started, everyone!
Jihyo - Babygirl, you're in for a lot of love and attention.
Jeongyeon - Get ready to be spoiled, sweetheart!
Chaeyoung - We're going to make you fall so hard for us.
Tzuyu - You won't know what hit you, Y/N.
Nayeon - This is going to be so much fun. *whispering*
Sana - I can't wait to see our little star's reactions. *whispering back*
Dahyun - This is just the beginning, luv. *sneaking a kiss on Y/N's cheek*
Momo - We promise to make you the happiest person in the world. *hugging Y/N tightly*
Jihyo - We're going to make beautiful memories together. *holding Y/N's hand*
Jeongyeon - You're our precious beloved. *placing a loving kiss on Y/N's forehead*
TWICE's lovebug felt her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. She had never imagined her unnies had such feelings for her. She was used to their sisterly affection, but this was entirely different.
The other members quickly got to work, showering their girl with attention and affection. Jihyo cooked her favourite meals, Jeongyeon wrote her sweet notes, and Chaeyoung composed cute songs just for her. Tzuyu even volunteered to help her with her daily chores.
Days turned into weeks, and the youngest found herself falling for each member of TWICE in different ways. She couldn't deny the love and care they showed her, and she soon realized that her feelings for them were growing stronger with each passing day.
But their secret didn't stay hidden for long. One fateful day, Dispatch, the stupid notorious Korean entertainment news outlet, caught wind of the situation. They began publishing articles about the members of TWICE contending for Y/N's affection, causing a media uproar.
The agency was quick to respond, and Y/N found herself in a difficult situation. She was forced to go on a fake date with ATEEZ's Wooyoung, a talented idol from another group, to quell the rumours and protect TWICE's reputation.
Y/N's heart ached as she went on the fake date with Wooyoung. He was a kind and charming guy, but her heart belonged to her TWICE members. She felt like she was betraying them, and the guilt weighed heavily on her.
Meanwhile, everyone on TWICE was devastated. They had been caught in their attempt to win Y/N's heart, and they couldn't bear the thought of her being with someone else. They watched the news reports of their Y/N and Wooyoung's fake date with heavy hearts.
After the fake date ended, the maknae returned to the dorm, feeling emotionally drained. She was met with tearful eyes and worried faces as the members of TWICE surrounded her.
Nayeon - We're so sorry for putting you through this, pet. *teary-eyed*
Y/N - It's not your fault, unnie. I never wanted this either. *hugs Nayeon*
The other members chimed in with their apologies, each expressing their love and regret for the situation they had unintentionally created.
TWICE's little tiger wiped away her tears and looked at her fellow unnies with determination.
Y/N - I want to be with all of you, no matter what. I don't care about the rumours or what anyone else thinks. I love you all, and that's all that matters.
TWICE's eyes lit up with hope and joy. They had never been more grateful to have Y/N as a member of their group.
But the road ahead wouldn't be easy. The agency had made it clear that Y/N had to maintain her fake relationship with Wooyoung to protect TWICE's image. It was a tough situation, but Y/N and her members were determined to make it work.
Over time, TWICE's youngest and Wooyoung became close friends, and he became aware of the true nature of her relationship with the TWICE members. He was understanding and supportive, even agreeing to help them keep their secret from the public.
As the months passed, Y/N's relationship with TWICE deepened, and she found herself falling in love with each member in a unique and special way. They were her family, her confidants, and her greatest source of love and support.
One day, as they all gathered in the dorm, Y/N took a deep breath and addressed her members.
Y/N - I love all of you, and I want to be in a relationship with each of you. *blushing*
The room fell silent for a moment, and then, one by one, the members of TWICE broke into smiles. They had all secretly had the same desire but had been afraid to voice it.
Jihyo - We love you too, cutie pie. *tears of happiness spilling from her eyes*
Y/N's heart soared as they each confessed their love for her, and they all shared a group hug, sealing their commitment to one another.
Despite the ups and downs, their love for each other remained unwavering. Y/N had found her place in the world, surrounded by the love and devotion of the nine incredible women who had captured her heart.
And in the end, they all looked at each other and shared the same thought:
I'll love these girls forever.
A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3
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I loved Loved LOVED the chaeri and hongjong post! Their relationship is so cute 🤭 The part with ateez talking about chaeri in their daily life was so good! (Only if you want to, of course) Can we see more hongjoong and chaeri moments, as well as ateez and chaeri pls 🙏
Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.
Chaeri's masterlist
N.D Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! I enjoy a lot writing about Chaeri and Ateez
Hope you like this ♡
What you find on the web if you google 'Chaeri and Ateez?' + a short extract from one of Chaeri and Hongjoong's first dates
some clips in a rush ⸻ 🎬
"Alright, alright, I won't rain on your parade. But if you're going to imitate me, at least let me join"
Joong "You are not affected at all"
Chaeri "Kinda used to it I would say"
Joong "Since she spends a lot of time in the dorm, the guys started joking that we are kind of the parents of the group" *smiling through the pain* "And we decided to make a list to estimate who is the easiest and hardest to raise"
Yunho "I will definitely be at the bottom of the list. I am one of her favourites."
ධ Fire mouth
Seoul; 2022
"In my defence, I didn't think they were that spicy."
She took one last sip from the now-drained bottle of water they had been forced to buy on the street.
They had passed by a Mexican food takeaway and were struck by a container of what looked like kettle corn. How did the diner call it?
"I will never eat Esquites from that restaurant again, my tongue is still on fire."
Esquites, right.
"You can't deny that they still had something … addicting".
Hongjoong closed the door behind them as they crossed the threshold of his dorms. They had agreed to go back there for a few hours as neither of them would have to wake up too early the next day.
Chaeri, however, had made it clear she didn't want to stay overnight there, and he respected that.
"Addicting if you like hurting yourself"
Chaeri smiled entertained. "So whiny Joong, I probably should have brought Wooyoung instead of you. He'd have been a good kid and eaten everything."
"Do you enjoy trying to make people jealous or is it one of your qualities that you only show off to me?"
She placed the bag she was carrying on her shoulder right next to her on the sofa "Would you get jealous if I say I do it with everyone?"
He couldn't hold back a smile as he looked at her. So confident all the time, with that challenging stare, she drove him crazy.
"What are you staring at?"
She crossed her legs and made herself more comfortable on the pillows around.
"Actually, I can’t take my eyes off you"
He knew.
Chaeri told him, not in the slightest detail, that a relationship she previously had did not allow her to feel free to be with other men and that, with him, everything was coming up so naturally that it terrified her.
If only he had not seen how her eyes changed every time a certain line was crossed between them, he would never have believed that Chaeri - famous for facing everything bravely - was afraid to let herself go in a relationship.
The conversation they had as soon as the 'fake date' thing was turning into something more was constantly on his mind:
"I don't know if I will ever be able to love someone as I did with him. I am not even sure if I will be able to love at all, someone other than him. But I needed to be clear with you. I like you..for real, but I can't guarantee that I will fall in love"
"I like you, Chaeri. And if you give me the opportunity to be close to you for a while, maybe you will understand that love is not just once in a lifetime. I won't be a liar telling you that I'm only speaking for your own interest. Call me selfish, but I want a chance with you."
And she was genuinely impressed. Hongjoong was not the usual boy, false moralist, who would try to manipulate her with his gentle ways to achieve his ends. He was human and not afraid to show it.
"I like to watch you too, Joong."
"Let's take a better look of each other, then."
He stood before her to offer a hand. He brought her close to one of the living room windows to let her face be naturally illuminated by the stars in the sky.
Ethereal. It was the only word that gave her justice at that moment. As the moonlight illuminated her eyes, the boy thought he had never seen a more perfect person than her. He would have taken a photo to cherish the memory forever but he had nothing with him to do so.
He placed a finger on her chin and ran it up to her lips, tracing their outline gently, almost as if the fingertip were a phantom touch on her skin
"Is it ok if I do that?"
"You have already kissed me several times, Joong"
"True, but it always feels like the first one"
"Is it bad?"
"No, quite the opposite"
He leaned in, slowly bringing his lips to hers.
At first, the kiss was gentle, a soft brushing of lips against lips. But as the passion between them grew, the kiss deepened. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer as they lost themselves in the moment.
He could feel on his tongue again the tingling of the Esquites still burning hot in Chaeri's mouth, probably 'cause she'd eaten far more than him.
You can't deny that they still had something … addicting
Addicting if you like hurting yourself
It seems he was clearly someone who liked to hurt himself.
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No Reason 3
For some reason this post is giving me issues.
Synopsis - You needed an easy going person with no strings attached and San knew just the man. Now memories of Mingi haunt your daily life despite your best efforts to forget him. There’s no reason to mourn something that never existed, right?
Pairing - Mingi x fem!Reader (I try to limit pronoun usage but AFAB is what I know best)
CW - Smut (like substantial in this part). Angst. An additional TW under the cut.
Words - 5.2k~ (in this part)
This is sort of an angsty multi part smutty thing I started writing this past spring and I am oddly attached to it. I’ll post the other parts later as I clean them up. it’s been across like 2 computers and 2 word processors so sorry for any of the formatting/grammar fallout from that.
As a reminder this is a work of FICTION by clicking to read under the cut you acknowledge that you are mature enough to understand that this does not represent Mingi or any member of Ateez in any way. If you have difficulty with this concept please do not continue forward or interact with my work!
This is a multi part series please check out my masterlist for other posts!
PREVIOUS
ADDITIONAL TW: Unprotected sex (x2), cumming inside, poor communication about sexual desires (but are you surprised atp)
I cannot stress enough the importance of healthy communication. Please talk to your partners openly and honestly about your needs in all aspects of life.
Home from the great outdoors!
You hit send on the slack to your coworkers Hongjoong and Seonghwa, they emote cheers back at you. That’s right. You can’t let him distract you from your job, you have to remain productive, you can’t let seeing him ruin your whole day. Radiator clanging and hissing droning out your thoughts, the faint sounds from tvs in adjacent apartments serves as a welcome reminder that life goes on for other people no matter what personal tragedy you may be suffering. Work to do, a body to feed and bathe, friends to keep up with. Admittedly, you’d been bad on the keeping up with friends part. Weeks turning into months spent dodging San’s invitations to go out with a barrage of excuses that were wearing thin. How many extra projects could you lie about work assigning to you before San took it upon himself to demand a night off, you wondered. How many times would Wooyoung prod you for a coffee date?
There was no reason to miss him.
Mingi had gotten bolder as the days grew shorter, not even wasting time with the club charade and just calling you directly. . What was worse is that it worked. It always worked. Somehow he always convinced you to come over like a cute puppy looking for scraps. Looking for scraps was not what you wanted, you wanted the whole damn buffet. Still you stayed and slept in his bed, and fell into the comfort of being wanted. Still you’d both dodged the obvious question, what exactly were you doing?
“Just tell San a thing came up?”
“Mingi, your dick getting hard cannot be why i cancel on our dearest friend.”
“Booo tomato tomato, bad pun!”
Escape from chez du Mingi was going poorly. You were pressed to the entryway wall again battling Mingi’s efforts to keep you from going out. It was cute and swoon worthy when he offered to help you put your shoes on, little did you know it was a ploy to hurl them halfway into the apartment and cage you between his arms, his palms making their way up the back seam of your stockings.
“Convince me,” you smirk and sigh. “Convince me I shouldn’t go out to dinner with our pal Choi San tonight.”
His hands reach the tops of your thigh highs and fingers graze the cleft of your ass. Slowly he bunches up the hem of the tight maroon sweater dress you’d worn the previous day, planting pecks on the newly exposed skin. It feels nice to be this wanted, you think as you card your fingers through his hair, having transformed into more of a mane than a coif.
“Don’t think you’ll need much convincing-” he mutters, lifting the knit of the dress over your ass, no-seam underwear pulling upwards with it. The silky slip of fabric doesn’t deter him, mouthing at your mound, unbothered by the quickly dampening gusset. He teases you mercilessly, kissing the tops and insides of your thighs before returning to your center to remind you of his goal. Involuntarily your hips seek him out, trying to capture him in those moments.
“I HATE when you’re right.” The sentence comes out breathy when you mean it to be forceful. All power redirected to your legs, actively trying to collapse under you, nearly buckled onto Mingi’s shoulders. Large hands holding tight to your hips, encouraging them forward. Shoulder blades pressed to the cool plaster your back arches into him as hot breath hits your belly from a suppressed chuckle.
“Thought you wanted to see San.” He traces band of your underwear all the way from your thighs to your cunt, tugging upwards into the crease. The little bit of friction has you squirming.
“Mingi,” you whimper. Later the desperation in your voice would ring in your head, a haunting specter of embarrassment. “I do want to see him…” you trail off as your head spins.
Tugging your panties off fully his tongue finally slips between your folds, eagerly indulging your every gasp and moan. “That’s right.” He mutters as your vision swims. Taking advantage of his size, his hands maneuver you easily, nearly pulling you completely over his kneeling body as you shakily perch above him. Your palms flat to the wall to support you, hips rocking nearly riding his face, the strong steady circles of his tongue have you chanting his name like a hymn until your breath catches in your throat and spine curls forward. Every pulse you feel the blood rushing in your veins as the wall catches your back once again.
Mingi is already standing up, unbuckling his pants. Smiling he sticks his tongue out at you and licks his lips exaggeratedly before attacking your throat.
“No marks.”
He grunts and nips the column of your throat.
“Mingi.”
He sighs begrudgingly, fingers finding your core and burying themselves. Mingi is used to the process now, taking care to gently stretch you on his fingers, relaxing your hyperactive muscles. Letting them get used to the intrusion. He rocks his hips against your thigh in time with his fingers, already stiff in his sweats.
“Fuck,” your heart pounds as grind down into the heel of his palm. The sweet come hither beckoning of fingers gently stroking you to your shuddering high. Mouth hung open against your chest he groans as your walls tense and release around his digits.
“Good?”
“Yes.”
“Still want to see San?” Something in the tone of his voice makes you think he might be a little jealous.
You roll your eyes, “shut up and fuck me, you dick.”
Whirling you around face into the wall, you hear the clang of his belt on the floor. The tip of his bare cock brushes along your slit. Eyes closed in anticipation you breathe in once, twice, three times-
“Shit-fuck-”
You’d forgotten too, swept into the moment, the ravishment, the romance of it all.
The rustling of cloth and soft padding of Mingi’s feet on the floor away from you. You open your eyes and turn your head to see him frantically pawing through his bedside table. It’s quite the sight, large cock swinging proudly as the equally large man looks panicked into a small box.
“I’m out. I’m finally out,” he sounds partially in awe, partially in horror. “Babe. In your bag- do you ha-”
You don’t move an inch, cheek still rubbed into the plaster, ass fully presented. “Just fuck me Mingi.”
His eyes widen as he returns to hold you tight to him, covering you in kisses, each feels like an apology. “We-you-you don’t have to. We could-I could-” Mingi fumbles, embarrassed and excited all wrapped into one. It’s cute that he thinks at this point you’d want anything else. It’s funny how fate has left you.
It’s not a wise decision. You should listen to Mingi, you know in the back of your mind that he’s right, there are many other ways to have you both satisfied in the end that doesn’t have the same risk associated. But you want him. You’d wanted him for a while and fate had dealt you the winning hand. Reaching behind you, you pull his hips close and position him flush with your entrance. “I’m clean, I trust you. Please.”
Mingi grabs your wrist, wrapping your hand in his as he pins it to the wall. His forehead pressed to the nape of your neck, the head of his cock breaches your core just barely. He grunts. Though you can’t see him you know his lower lip is tucked into his teeth in concentration.
“Fuck you’re so warm,” he shivers as he rocks his way into you. “So warm and fucking soaked.”
He feels better too. Closer. Warmer. More real. Every ridge and pulse of his cock immediately readable by your cunt. Hip bones meeting your buttocks you release twin groans, stilling into silence. Breath tickling your back he kisses your spine. “Don’t move or I'll cum inside you.”
Your pussy throbs and squeezes down harder around him. Your brain knows that he meant it as a kind alert, no ulterior motives, but your cunt wishes he meant it as a promise. It’s not like you could even move much; face and chest fully plastered to the wall, held up by your tiptoes and force.
As Mingi’s breathing slows his unoccupied hand travels to your lower belly, splaying downwards to brush lightly over your clit. “I can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock,” his lips brush your skin with every syllable. Tentatively his hips pull back, just enough for a small exploratory thrust back in. Your back bends into an exaggerated arch as he slowly builds up speed, fucking you into the entryway wall. Fingertips circling your clit each drag of his cock summons a throaty huff from deep in your lungs. Maybe later you’d worry that the neighbors could hear every strangled groan and thud but for now Mingi made sure you could only think of him.
“I can feel myself in you,” Mingi groans, the heel of his palm resting at your public bone, feeling the slight bulge as he fully sheaths himself inside. Normally you’d swat him for touching your belly but the pressure pushes your spot directly in line with his thrusts sending your free hand clambering up the wall.
If you had the capacity to think you’d feel dumb, repeating his name ad-nauseum when you aren’t squealing and gulping down tearless sobs. “Mingi-full, Mingi-I’m-Mingi-I’m close-” you plead as his thrusts shorten and quicken. Rubbing inside, rubbing your clit, and palm pressing outside, it’s overwhelming in the best way.
Mingi growls, vibrations traveling through your back. “So-tight. So-warm. Taking-taking-so well-” His hips snap into you at a brutal pace, walls clenching down as your eyes roll back in your skull. Every muscle in your body contracts as your consciousness floats halfway between here and elsewhere. Simultaneously at peak relaxation and working on overdrive. Each orgasm rolling over you in quick succession, body barely able to balance on a singular shaking leg.
“Shit-, where doyouwan-” Mingi slurs, hand finally unpinning from yours to hold your hips in place. His thrusts are erratic, you can tell he’s barely holding on as your walls greedily clench and milk around him as you climax. Fully fucked out you want to tell him to just cum inside you. You need him to cum inside you. A prize. If he came inside you, you’d have done a good job. You’d be worthy. Worthy of him.
“Back or mouth.”
The primal need to feel the pulse of his cock draining deep within you nearly overcomes your better self before your post climax clarity lassos your brain back to earth. “Back.”
Mingi buries his face between your shoulder blades; he rips himself from you, hot ropes of cum hit the cleft of your ass and trail down your thighs as both of you crumple into the wall. You should feel lucky that he was able to pull out just in time but you don’t. The plaster is sticky against your cheek, every part of your body aches and craves the careful hands of a chiropractor.
Mingi pants, entire body pinning yours in place. His breath makes your back feel warmer and stickier than it already was. “Nap?”
“Clean up then nap.”
He hums, beginning to pull away.
“Legs- help-” you slide and fumble without his additional weight holding you up.
He laughs for a second before wrapping his arms around you, paying no mind to the sticky mess he left on your back. The two of you waddle to the kitchen sink, where he drapes you against the counter. Mingi runs the water first over his hand and then over a small section of paper towel before carefully wiping your thighs and back, making sure to remove all signs of him. The water dries cold on your skin, you hardly notice his hand lingering, resting possibly on your opposite hip.
“I’ll add condoms to the shopping list.”
There was no reason to miss him.
The apartment doorbell is more of an unpleasant buzz than a clear ring. It’s not friendly, it’s urgent and demanding. Pay attention to me! Pay attention now! Hurry! The ability of that buzz to cut like a knife through the thickest of hazes was nothing short of impressive. It would take one buzz to rouse even the deepest sleeper. Three short buzzes snaps you out of your dissociative fog. No packages were expected, you hadn’t ordered delivery, a check of your phone shows no missed calls, not that you’d expect anyone to visit you anyway. Quickly crossing to the door you peer through the peephole, fisheye view only able to see the warped shape of a man's chest but the low clearing of throat was unmistakable.
It was him.
There was no reason for him to be here. He’d never been here. Your lair, your comfort, the one space with no memories of him or any other relationship, just yours. But there he was, standing at your door, definitively at your door, nearly blocking the entire peep hole. How he had found you, who he must have asked, what he may have told them – the thought made you hug your arms across your chest.
Oh fuck, you thought, considering the states you and your apartment were in. Braless, underwearless, in an oversized tee shirt and sweatpants. Dishes unwashed, a couple sex toys strewn on the floor, plugged into their associated chargers, stack of mail growing on the tiny dining table that served more junk than meals.
Three sharp knocks follow the buzzes.
Oh no no no.
Brain screaming at you, telling you to ignore him for as long as you have to for him to go away. Each movement feels mechanical, ordered with every inch of concentration you can muster. You grip the doorknob, jerking the door open just enough for your head to peek around.
“We need to talk.” He sounds strained. He looks good even with his beanie and mask on.
“I don’t have anything to say.” Your voice sounds foreign to you, croaky, as though you hadn’t talked in years.
A shoe lodges itself in the crack you’ve opened. “I need to talk.”
You rake your teeth across your lips, dry as a desert. “I don’t have to listen.”
“Please. I don’t want to do this in the hallway with my mask on and I’ve got to talk to you.”
It’s the soft ‘please’ that melts your resolve. He really could’ve just stopped talking there. His please makes you want to pull down the moon for him, you’d disrupt tides for him if that was what he was asking for. Luckily he was asking for something much simpler than harnessing the moon, all he wanted was time, your time.
Dropping your grip on the doorknob you take a step back, letting the door tap the edge of his foot as it gently attempts to swing into place, not quite letting him in, not quite forcing him out. Neutral. He’s not, not allowed. Pointedly not an invitation. Decidedly not a dismissal.
He’s politely cautious crossing the threshold, so unlike your fateful first night. No giggling, no crashing, both of you a mile apart in the 3 meter distance. Mingi pauses a second, perhaps waiting for you, perhaps simply surveying the scene, unwinding the loops of his mask from his ears. You don’t offer him a place to sit, not that there was one for a guest, nor do you attempt to clear a space for him. Like a mother bear you stand in the middle of the chaos, arms straight out, shoulders tensed and almost defensive as you wait for his first move, his first strike.
“San told me that when a person breaks up with you they’ve already gone through the mourning process–”
“We didn’t break up.” You jump into his prepared monologue immediately with a correction.
He sighs, tamping down his temper. “Then what did we do?”
Carefully considering the options you pace your words, “simply disentangled our lives.”
Mingi looks to the floor, hair falling and shielding his eyes. He shifts uneasily on the spot, forced by you to throw out his entire rehearsed speech.
He throws his head back and looks up at the ceiling, studying the plaster molding fiercely.
Your stomach lurches, he’s not doing well. He hasn’t been sleeping. The corners of his mouth twitch and it’s almost too much to bear. Until then you’d been avoiding looking too closely at his face, afraid of what it might reveal. It’s difficult to pretend to not know what is written across someone's expression. It’s much easier to stick to their exact precise words. Words, words, words, what was left between you and Mingi, words.
“You left me there with a note. It could’ve been a text. It was so short. Why?” Mirroring your stance, his entire body is tense.
“There wasn’t much more to say. Let’s not meet anymore. That’s it. We weren’t anything. That’s all.”
“No. Why? Why did you let me think I had done something wrong? Why did you let me worry that I had hurt you? Why did I have to feel like I did something to you? Did I? Did I do something to you? Please. Please. I need to know or I’ll never sleep again.” He presses forward with each volley lobbed directly at you, stress rolling off of his body, pent up from months of planning and rehearsing. The gap between you is closed to a mere foot as he stoops to catch your eyes.
“We-my-I can’t do it. It’s me. I can’t be that cool girl for you. I’m sorry.”
He pushes his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. With every slow breath a new emotion flits through his body; frustration, sadness, acceptance. “Why did you walk away like that?”
It was the first cold day in early November. Whispers of thanksgiving plans passed between coworkers before the start of virtual meetings, excited at the prospect of even a small gathering. A pro-question dodger, you used the angst around potential new strains to keep your own plans obscured. Truly how long would you be able to hide it though? What were your plans? Well. You didn’t have any and saying that you didn’t have any somehow hurt more than pretending like you had something up in the air. When everyone was alone together the year prior it was easier to swallow the loneliness with a shot of ‘doing your part’ to chase it. Your building’s heat was not yet on, old as it was it relied on a super coming in and physically turning it on, paired with the gray sky it made moping around in every article of wool clothing you owned feel even more isolating.
It was the first cold day in early November. Mingi’s chest rises and falls with his slow steady breaths. You’re curled up in the crook of his arm, pressing as much of yourself to him as possible underneath the blanket, drifting in and out of consciousness. He smells like the woods and the sea and musk somehow mixing together to make your head spin and nerves calm. It’s so comfortable. He’s so comfortable. The pleasant weight of his arm wrapping around you, resting on your hip to hold his book up in front of him, traps you in your limbo between dreams and reality. There’s even a perfect crook for your head that you’ve managed to find, a dip between his collarbone and pecs and your head fits in perfectly. Mingi is pleasantly squishy in a way that you can’t help but squeeze and smile. It’s your favorite part of him, how soft he is when he is with you.
“Oh yeah?” He cranes his neck forward to look at you as you chuckle to yourself. “What’s so funny?”
You shake your head, “it’s not funny.” The heel of your palm presses into his hip bone as you bury your face in his side. “You’re just so poke-able.”
“So I should lose weight?” Mingi closes his book and tries to sit up in bed, your arm weighing him down he lets you pin him back down.
“Do. Not.”
“Oh? Would you love me if I bulked up?”
“Mingi. Please. I don’t want to change a thing.”
He breaks from your grasp easily, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed, leaving you flat to the mattress and colder. “What if I want to change things?”
You feel like you are hearing things, noting how he stresses ‘want’. “Do it for you then. Don’t do it for me.”
It’s an offhand comment meant to encourage him, free him from the expectations he might think you have. Instead he bristles, saying nothing. It hurts, not knowing how to go back to that blissful moment before.
“Did you have any other plans today?” Mingi tries to ask casually but the mood has shifted too much.
“Not…really? Just wanted to enjoy some modern comforts with my friend!” Instead of upbeat you sound forced, perhaps putting too much emphasis on the end of the sentence, too hard of an exclamation point.
His lips press to a thin line, “Mm‘kay. Cool.”
You roll your back to him and slide down into the covers, the silence only broken by Mingi’s soft footsteps away from the bed. If you knew better you’d have leapt out of the sheets and tackled him. You could almost see yourself doing just that, launching your entire body at him with reckless abandon.
You didn’t.
Instead you watched him as he curled forward over the bathroom sink, splashing water on his face before gripping the edges of the basin, head hanging as drops of water trailed off. For such a tall man he seemed so small. You wanted to apologize but, without knowing what exactly you’d be apologizing for, the motion felt hollow. Mingi padded back towards you, corners of his mouth slightly upturned into a tiny smile. With a groaned exhale he sat, his back to you on the bed, torso twisting to look at you.
“Hungry?”
“Yeah…”
“Me too,” his hand slowly pet your shoulder, tracing small circles, tips of his fingers memorizing every beauty mark and vein. “You order whatever you want, just get me something tasty.”
Sitting up behind him you wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your nose into his neck. Your lips meet his skin at the junction between his jawline and bottom of his ear, his head tilting to expose more of his neck to you. The waning light hit his cheekbone perfectly as you press your lips all along the side of his neck, scooting yourself in closer, attempting to completely envelop him in your arms and legs. Ear to his back you listen to him breathing.
“You’re like a cute little backpack on me.” His back rumbles your chest in a way that lets you know he’s smiling and it makes your heart sing in the most sickening, painful way. Sickening in hindsight more than in the moment.
The way he maneuvers the two of you deeper onto the bed is skillful, practiced. It’s artful in how he delicately strips both of you of your clothes. Bare to the world you lay there as he looks at you like he did the first night you’d been together, totally sober, totally comfortable.
“Mingi…” you coo.
“Yeah?” Mingi rumbles back, still holding you in his gaze, as though time had stopped around you.
“I’m cold.”
“I can warm you up then.” All of a sudden his chest is pressed to yours like a large heavy blanket draping over you. Tucking your elbows in under him you made yourself as small as possible, connecting as much of your cool skin to his comparatively warm body. His kisses are small pecks, softly brushing his lips to yours, almost chaste if not for the lack of clothes and horizontal orientation.
“Mingi?”
“Yeah…?”
“We haven’t ordered food.”
He blinks, worries crossing his face, propped on his elbows above you. “Do you not want to-”
“No I do!” Shocked, your voice jumps two octaves. “I just-we should order before-if the delivery guy-”
Mingi catches the words with his lips, quieting your stilted tongue. “I’ll cook something. Ramen?” He doesn’t wait for your response before kissing you again.
“My princess went shopping?” You ask into his mouth.
“Princess can’t survive on Heinikens and takeout.” Carefully he lays himself between your legs, aligning himself for you to grind on. “I’m actually a pretty good cook.”
He cups your breast with one hand, letting his thumb gently play with your nipple. It’s enough to send your heartbeat south and empty your brain of any thoughts of food.
“Mmkay,” you turn your head and nuzzle your cheek into the pillow. It smells like him, like the woods and the sea and musk. With a sigh and a smile you relax into the gentle roll of his hips and flick of his thumb. “Fuck.”
‘Mhmmm,” lips buzzing with a pleased hum, Mingi travels the well worn path from your lips to your neck to your collarbone to your sternum, joining his hand at your unoccupied breast. Tongue darting out to flick your nipple you squeal in delight, grinding yourself against him. He watches every reaction to his ministrations, the way his half open eyes drink you in is addicting, enough so that watching him won out against every other thought. Eye meeting your heart explodes with a shudder.
“My Mingi,” you call to him, your own voice ringing in your ears, tentative and small. Call it a momentary lapse in judgment or a hidden possessive streak. Either way Mingi didn’t seem to notice.
He trails down your naked body like it was his last meal, kissing, licking, nibbling, all while his hand seeks yours, intertwining against the sheets. Reaching your hips his mouth travels all over your inner thighs and lower belly, dancing around your slit, daring to go only close enough to feel the tense anticipation, to hear you huff and whine in disappointment as he moves away. The pin pricks of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as your fingers tighten in his.
“Shit.” He snaps you both out of the moment brutally. Forehead pressed to your knee, his hair drapes over his eyes, shielding his expression. “Condoms.”
“I thought-”
He slithers back up, “-I know. i’m sorry. I swear it wasn’t-”
“No I-”
Mingi immediately scoots his hips back and off of you the moment the word no trips off your tongue.
“Mingi. It’s fine. I liked it.” you mutter sheepishly.
It takes him a second to register what you said, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. Palm placed to his chest you push him him onto his back and straddle his hips.
“As long as you’re okay with it,” you hover over him, hands creeping lower and lower over his v-line.
From here you can see him clearly, hair splayed on the pillow, red blush creeping up his neck, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “Yes please.” His lips part in a beautiful ‘O’ shape as you take him inch by inch to the hilt, grinding your hips in a circular motion on top of him. It's a treat to watch him battle to keep his gaze fixed on you, lids fluttering and eyes rolling to the back of his head. Where his vision lacks his hands search, wandering your thighs and ass, gripping and gliding until you quiet them, placing him at your waist. Holding tight you grind against each other slowly, letting your bodies slip and roll with the other.
“One- one sec-” Mingi leans to his bedside and grabs the wand from the past summer. “Ladies first-”
He places the white cap of the wand on your clit as it whirrs to life. Its effect is immediately apparent. Back arching your brace yourself on his thighs.
“Ohhh shit-Mingi-mingi-MINGI-” you chant and bounce eagerly on his cock, walls clamping down around him. “Fuck-MINGI-”
Neither of you are cold anymore. Sweat accumulates and drips from your thighs to the bed sheets. Veins on Mingis forehead and forearms pulse as he snarls and groans, fighting to keep himself contained. “Cum for me, my queen.”
Heat washes over you, blood rushing up to your face and then suddenly draining. Chest tight you lose all language. It is impossible to keep your own eyes open as you slip into semi-consciousness.
“Ming-gi-” is all the warning you can muster. You cum violently on him. Juices absolutely flooding his abdomen. Unable to bend farther back, you snap forward and collapse forehead to forehead. All your muscles feel exhausted and loose as he wraps his arms around you holding you close. His hips snap up, fucking up into you with all his might. A final groan catches in his throat, cock buried deep in your cunt.
Warm and full and happy; you swear you cum again just from the pulsing of his release. Blissfully you rest your head on his shoulder, almost in a frog pose on top of him. Your eyes closed, you can feel yourself drifting off.
“Fuck.” You crack open an eye to see Mingi staring at the ceiling. “Fucking- fuuuuuuck-I-” he sighs dramatically. “I came inside. I’m so sorry. I will go to the drug store right now and get Plan B. I'm so sorry.”
Shaken from your sky castle, you roll your eyes and dismount him for the bathroom. He follows you continuing to apologize.
“I’m on birth control Mingi, it’s fine.” You smile, exhausted completely.
His mouth moves without forming words, chewing on air searching for the way to say what he needs to say.
It was the first cold day in November when you decided you couldn’t do it anymore. Bundled in one of his oversize hoodies, freshly fucked and freshly washed with Mingi leaning over a warm stove. You considered how exactly you’d do it. You didn’t want to explain, you couldn’t really. It sounded psychotic as you mulled it over.
“We can’t be together because I like you too much. We can’t be together because I want to be together forever. We can’t be together because for a second I thought it wouldn’t be so bad if we had a child by accident. We can’t be together because I feel spontaneous and stupid and reckless when I’m with you.”
So you decided on a note. Not a text. A text you could torture yourself daily by looking at. Any time you’d open your phone you’d be at risk. It would have to be a note. That way only he would have it. That way it would be difficult for him to follow up.
You even waited, one last sleep, one last rest. You hadn’t even gotten to the stage where you left a set of pjs at his place. It was easy to sneak out because in reality it was simply what it always was, leaving without a promise of returning. It was early morning when you took his yellow notepad and scrawled your final note.
“Let’s not meet anymore. Xx”
NEXT (coming soon)
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WIP CHALLANGE -> TAG GAME
rules : post the name of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
tagged by : @thelargefrye
tagging: @i-luvsang @kpdlvr2 + no pressure to do this! this lowk took ages so i understand if y'all wanna skip this
note: i actually have so many drafts this took so long omfg someone pls ask about any one of them osndlajsdlkfadf
starting from my latest drafts!
✰ bow down | jeong yunho
-> medieval au, fluff, smut, angst, childhood best friends to lovers (???), princess/queen!y/n x knight/commander!yunho
✰ gotcha | jeong yunho
-> idol au, smut, established relationship,
✰ untitled #1 | kang yeosang
-> university au, fluff, friends (ish) to lovers, tutor!yeosang x stressed out!reader lmfao
✰ dino doodles | kang yeosang
-> university au, fluff, strangers to lovers, meet cute
✰ untitled #2 | choi san
-> non-idol au, established relationship, smut
✰ right now? | kim hongjoong
-> idol au, dad!hongjoong x pregnant!reader, fluff, slight crack
✰ untitled #3 | choi san
-> set in the ateez universe (based off bouncy mv), smut, boxer!san x afab reader, established relationship
✰ rocky | kang yeosang
-> boxer au, angst, smut, friends with benefits to ?, boxer!yeosang x reader
✰ boo! | jung wooyoung
-> paranormal au, slight crack/fluff, smut, ghost!wooyoung x college student!reader
✰ monday | jeong yunho
-> idol au, fluff, maybe smut? (i forgot where i was going with this), established relationship
✰ 9:08pm | park seonghwa
-> non-idol au, fluff, established relationship
✰ now you see me | jeong yunho
-> non-idol au, pwp, smut, pervneighbor!yunho x reader
✰ ateez during finals week!
-> university au, fluff and crack
✰ they're playing basketball? | jeong jaehyun
-> university au, fluff, crack, campus crush!jaehyun x reader, jaehyun might be a frat boy idk
✰ surprise? | choi yeonjun
-> non-idol au, fluff, slight crack, established relationship
✰ c u girl | kang yeosang
-> university au, meet cute, fluff, skater!yeosang x homesick!reader, strangers to lovers
✰ side quests | choi san
-> mafia/spy au?, angst, slight fluff, smut?, agent!san x agent!reader
✰ group projects | jung wooyoung
-> university au, smut, pwp, popular!wooyoung x virgin!reader
✰ daily trips to barnes and nobles | song mingi
-> non-idol au, meet cute, slight angst, fluff, kind of single dad!mingi x bookstore keeper!reader, strangers to lovers
✰ chasing butterflies | kang yeosang
-> non-idol au, childhood best friend to lovers, angst, fluff
note: i am getting tired of typing this all out but i'm giving y'all only titles now lskjlasjdlfad
✰ 2:07am | choi jongho
✰ iced americano | choi jongho
✰ don't stop | kim hongjoong
✰ everything is better in paris | park seonghwa
✰ racer san | choi san (they will be a better title i swear)
✰ spider-man no way home | jeon jungkook
✰ trick or treat? | jeong yunho
✰ untitled #4 | choi san
✰ popsicle buddies | park seonghwa
✰ 5:46pm | jung wooyoung
✰ surprise!
✰ snow day | jeong yunho
✰ stargazing | jeong yunho
✰ cafe | tooru oikawa -> omg do any of you remember my anime era lolz
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: ̗̀➛ jina’s: about me ღ
’99 liner, she/her/they/them, i write all genres (smut — fluff — angst), often replies, i takes requests, not very active to post daily ; i work ig
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I need this Yeosang to pound up into me as I ride him on a pool chair. Grip my hips so hard that I get bruises. He bites down on my shoulder after noticing that Wooyoung is watching from inside the pool. After finishing in me, he motions for Wooyoung to come near the edge of the pool. He then commands me to stand over Wooyoung’s face and open my pussy up to drip down on Wooyoung’s tongue.
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love bites all over your tits and shoulders? sign me up- but wooyoung watching? daily subscription thank you
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ATEEZ Theory TidBits Ep 10 - What did ZERO: FEVER Part 3 contribute to the storyline?
ATEEZ’s eighth album, third in the FEVER series.
In this post;
Materials included in the album
Additions to the storyline
Meaning of the album name
Track breakdown
Reactions from the fandom
Important motifs and storyline elements which were added
My perspective on the storytelling (from a screenwriting kid)
Quality of the album
Other important things to note
Conclusions
The album was the glorious return of the one and only, our Lord and Saviour Mingi. It was also the less-than-glorious return of the ATINYs-vote-for-the-title-track system, where, yet again, ATINYs voted incorrectly. But let’s put that aside. Because ‘Deja Vu’ and ‘Eternal Sunshine’ were both great, and used the inspiration from their respective films in a very interesting way in relation to the storyline. This was also when both the storyline and budget came back in full force. And, let me tell you, it showed.
Full discussion below the line.
Materials included in the album
Only the particularly important things, not the random, daily content that groups put out as part of their... existence. Everything ATEEZ does have some references or relevance to their storyline, but that doesn’t mean that all ATEEZ storyline content is created equal.
Album - physical, with three versions including Diary ver.
MVs - Eternal Sunshine, Deja Vu
Dance practice/choreo videos, or other performances, for ‘Eternal Sunshine,’ ‘Deja Vu’ and ‘Not Too Late.’
The regular contents; teasers, reaction videos, vlives and so on.
Logbook roughly 67-79. This also includes content from the ‘FEVER eXtended edition’ concert
Additions to the storyline
This was a funny one. Let’s start with the easy stuff. ‘Eternal Sunshine,’ as the name would suggest, describes how the members lose their memories, happiness, etc, after the Cromer is broken (in the final scene of ‘Deja Vu.’) It also had other themes, like looking at the relationships between the members, hope in hopeless times, and, strangely, the seasons. Although, then again, ATEEZ’s storyline is heavily connected to time, so the seasons showing the passing (or lack thereof) of time is not so surprising.
There’s also a random out-of-happy-character in the MV where Hongjoong gets dragged through the train carriage so that was a bit weird.
‘Deja Vu’, on the other hand, was a little odd. It had the obvious sinister elements - Wooyoung with his flower, the red lighting, the possessed dance, Wooyoung killing San, Hongjoong being crazy, and so on and so on. It seemed like it was gearing up for some final confrontation. But it also had a futuristic theme in the MV. Where the hell did this come from? ATEEZ have never had futuristic concepts before. Sleek and stylish, yes. Fantastical and Gothic, yes. But never futuristic. Unless you want to get technical with me and talk about ‘The Awakening of Summer,’ but, not only was that a KINGDOM performance, but it was also a different ‘type’ of futuristic. ‘Awakening of Summer’ was grungy, the kind of thing you’d see where the rich elite get all of the tech and the street kids are running around trying to stop the government. If you’ll forgive my gamer self, it’s like a Lucio-Symmetra from Overwatch situation. Or a Piltover-Zaun from LOL situation. You know? It’s all about class disparities and that jazz. But the ‘deja Vu’ futuristic was near-future futuristic, where everyone gets the technology but it’s kind of... off. As would be expected from something inspired by the Matrix.
Which is interesting, because ‘Guerrilla’ combined elements of both of these worlds... cue the mad theorising (FEVERteez had some kind of dream/out-of-body/alternate universe experience where they experienced both elements from the Guerrilla universe and the Treasure one, essentially Deja Vu was just possession/Cromer hy-jinks).
Um, but anyway... Let’s just say there was a LOT in this album, and it brought up a lot of questions. As we would expect, it mirrored TREASURE EP 3 a lot - possession with ‘Deja Vu’ and crazy flying things that shouldn’t fly with ‘Eternal Sunshine.’ It has similar themes, lyricism, and cinematography. But, as I (and many others) always say, context is everything, and the very different context here makes everything ridiculously different in meaning.
Don’t ask me to explain the specifics - there was so much here that I still need to figure out, and jokes on you, I’m not even a smartiny (why are you reading my blog lol?). But I’ve outlined the general, sweeping statements above, and I (and we as a fandom) will get there eventually.
Track breakdown
Deja Vu - Creepy and sexy. Yunho was killing it.
Eternal Sunshine - The real title track with the flying vehicles and everything.
Feeling Like I Do - Sweet song #1. Actually not a filler like the previous album since it had meaning.
ROCKY - Bring back Rocky! America for the win! All or nothing! Fight to the death!
All About You - Sweet song #2, also not a filler.
Not Too Late - Time to give Hongjoong a hug.
Reactions from the fandom
Well, what do I need to say? Everything else aside, most of you were probably around for this one.
ATEEZ had gained a lot of fans during KINGDOM, and, with the combination of that, Mingi’s return, Season Songs, Immortal Songs, and all the other promoting ATEEZ had been doing... well, it all paid off, I guess. The comeback was very successful and people loved it. And, of course, it had its fair share of theorising, especially inspired by the title track connections to The Matrix and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Two films which are surprisingly popular among ATINYs.
Important motifs and storyline elements which were added
Hongjoong’s armband from the FEVER Pt 2 teasers came back for some but not all of the performances + media associated with the comeback
The Cromer. BROKE!!!
Not too much else, it just reinforced previous motifs, like the passing of time, flying things, friendship, possession, oppression, fire vs water, cars, and the glass box from ‘Say My Name.’
My semi-professional perspective of the storytelling, production and production values, etc
Top-notch, especially for Eternal Sunshine. When we have the two title tracks, one of them is usually pretty obviously lower budget, and this time it was ‘Deja Vu.’ But, as we’ve established a billion times previously, KQ/ATEEZ’s low-budget stuff is still very high in production values, and makes the absolute most of what they have. Both of the MVs were great cinematic experiences, which told compelling (if not obviously related to the main storyline) stories. The storytelling could have been more coherent if they wanted it to clearly connect to the previous material, especially through visual connections, but there was still enough there to work with, so I’m not too mad.
I like it. And it was certainly a huge jump up from the previous album. Understandably, considering Mingi, KINGDOM, and all of that.
Quality of the album
See above! Nice :)
Other important things to note
N/A
Conclusions
I actually am in love with this album. It was relatively similar to the previous one in structure and song type, but it was a billion times better - let’s just say that it had similar ideas but far better execution. The filler songs had meaning, all of the songs were brilliant, it had the two title tracks and more (and more interesting) storyline, and, of course, Mr. Mingi was back! Definitely not my favourite ATEEZ album, but it added a LOT of context to FEVER after Parts 1 and 2. 9/10 because Eternal Sunshine should have been the title track...
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Jazzy it's 6am and I haven't been personally attacked by you making a Wooyoung set yet. I'm launching a formal complaint. /lh
you know i actually have *checks drafts* SIX wooyoung sets sitting around. five of them are for an upcoming event that may or may not be nearly two weeks of daily wootent from your local wommy so unfortunately u will have to wait for those. but the other one? well. I'll have you know that i was eXTREMELY tempted to post it last night for u but i restrained myself. no such luck tonight i guess aka check the dash :')
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Good Boy~ (13)
Masterlist- Series masterlist - Previous - Next
Chapter 13
Summary: Miyeon opens a dog cafe with her 5 dogs and two handsome young men happen to come in on opening day.
Pairing: Yunho x reader (named Miyeon) x Mingi
Genre: fluff for the most part
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After Wooyoung coerced some guy named Chris for the homework Miyeon and Mingi parted from them. “What are you going to do now?” The tall boy stopped in front of her. She glanced up at him. He showed off his goofy grin as a breeze lightly ran through their hair. She chuckled at his cute smile before starting to walk. “Probably going to go home and hang out with pups.” He rushed to catch up to her.
“You?”
He tapped his chin a couple times before answering. “Hmm Probably go home… work on a little project and probably eat dinner with Yunho.”
“That sounds cute and wholesome! What are you guys going to eat?”
“Not sure…. Maybe ramen or something or maybe we’ll order pizza.”
The conversation lulls for a couple minutes as the two walk side by side towards the cafe. Mingi glances down at her taking in how her hair blows in the wind and, how soft her lips look when she smiles, and the way her hands sway in tune with her hips and, last but not least the sparkles that shine in her eyes whenever she looks up at him.
“Well we are here…” She pauses and stands in front of the cafe.
He looks up at the sign and peeks inside to see the cafe dark and empty.
“Are you picking up the dogs and going home or-”
“Oh uh Me and the pups live here at the cafe.”
“Oh. OK” He blinks a couple of times before scratching the back of his head. Oh no, did he offend her? Was that wrong of him to assume? He felt like flying face first into his bed just about now. “I guess I should get going then. I'll uh see you soon!” Mingi’s face was slightly flushed with embarrassment as he quickly rushed off towards his apartment. Miyeon bit her lip anxiously before turning and unlocking the cafe.
The pups rushed from the other room to happily greet their owner. She laughed and tried her best to give them all attention before continuing her regular routine. First up was their daily long walk. She had put harnesses on all the dogs and took them outside for a nice long walk. Although without anything else to distract her Mingi’s facial expression of shock and embarrassment resonated through her head. “Ah I hope he doesn’t think i'm some incapable bum. It's..just most convenient to live at the cafe with all these dogs.”
Mingi jumped face first into his bed and let out a loud groan catching his roommates attention.
“Mingi?? Are you ok?” The redhead peaked into his roommate's bedroom before fully stepping in.
“Noooooooo.” Mingi kicked his bed like a child throwing a tantrum.
“Awh what happened this time Minki?” Yunho patted his friends back gently. The man sits up in his bed pouting before speaking. “I think I made Miy- someone feel bad about their living situation.”
“Well uhhh did you apologize to he- them?” Yunho quickly pieces together what had happened.
“No.” Mingi looks down at his hands with a frown and to be honest it's very cute.
“Do you think you should?”
Mingi gives a small nod before taking out his phone and constructing a whole paragraph and sending it to Miyeon.
“Good job champ.” Yunho yet again pats his best friend’s back and rubs small circles into it. “Wanna get some pizza to make you feel better?”
“Yes please….Thanks Yunho.”
“No problem Mingi.”
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A/N: ok ok Ive caught up in posting what i have on this series already so from now on Its going to be posted every Monday uh hopefully if i dont procrastinate ah but thank you for reading!
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