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[littlexbunni]

₊ ⊹ camera roll of bf!yeosang ₊ ⊹

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Screenshots from my phone. Shift got cancelled after waiting for 3 hours for a ride from my supervisor so I got more sleep and now I’m trying to get my camera roll count back down.

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[bambikisss]

Freaky : C.San x S.Mingi

💕: Rockstar Guitarist! Mingi x Model Reader x Rockstar drummer! San

📙: You were invited to Milan for fashion week and end up sitting in between two members of the world's biggest rock group ATEEZ, who also seem to have a thing for you: both of them.

⚠: Unprotected sex (keep it wrapped), threesome (mmf), Spit, oral (m + f receiving), dumbification (reader), multiple rounds, all over the hotel room lol, pink haired mingi, cocky san + mingi, mention of trying anal, mentions of voyeurism, smut with a hint of plot in the beginning

Bambi's notes: So, this was a journey to write, so you know that means smut without much plot lol this is for my sangi fans, because who wouldn't want to be sandwiched between San and Mingi?

Song: Freak - a - Leek by Petey Pablo, Slow down by Chase Atlantic

Taglist: @xhexy @mingisprincess @yeosangiess @itsvxlentine @biancaness @sanhwalvr @haebaragisworld @s-h-y-a @imgenieforyou-boy @therealcuppicake @certifiedmoa @scarfac3

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Milan, Italy.

You had been invited to participate in fashion week among the various other stars that attended the event. You were one of the people who reporters and other paparazzi were excited to see. You were one of the world's most popular models, after all: you were on the covers of multiple magazines and were the face of many brands.

So you were used to the flashing lights of the paparazzi and the reporters trying to pull you for an interview. You didn't mind, though, actually enjoying it.

"Y/N! Look over here please!"

You smiled, turning the other way so that the many cameras could capture your back and your face from a new angle. You were dressed to the nines and you were happy that everyone liked your outfit, especially since the designer was a good friend of yours.

You were soon escorted to your seat, having a front-row seat on the bright white runway you had grown used to walking on. You crossed your legs as you looked down at the various freebies the fashion show gave you, looking through the bright blue bag with interest in hopes of making the time flow by faster. You always found that just watching the show wasn't as interesting as walking was.

However, while you were so focused on your bag, you didn't notice the reporters and many paparazzi outside screaming and rushing at a long black limousine. The windows were darkly tinted, not allowing anyone to peek inside at the two stars who arrived. There had been rumors about two surprising stars attending the show tonight, but no one knew who. And now with the door opening, everyone got to get pictures of the stars.

"Mingi, San, can I pull you into an interview?"

San raised an eyebrow at the reporter before tapping Mingi's back, pointing to the interview area before whispering into his ear "Let's just do one interview like HongJoong said to."

Mingi rolled his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, not happy about having to do an interview. Mingi just wanted to hurry up and take pictures then get to his seat; he was all for attention and good press, but the flashing lights tonight were too much.

Mingi and San were part of the world-renowned boy band "ATEEZ," the rock band that took the world by storm almost 3 years ago. Now, they were at the top of their game, but that also meant that they had to attend events like these. Usually, HongJoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang would go to events like these, but they all were too busy to fly out, so that left Mingi and San to go as the others were also busy.

You had just placed your bag back down underneath your chair filled with goodies when you noticed the men approaching you, their custom-tailored suits giving your mind a perfect image of what could be underneath.

While you were checking them out, San and Mingi were doing the same thing, their eyes shamelessly checking you out as they moved to their seats that were on either side of you. Even though Mingi was wearing shades and you were facing forward, you could feel their eyes on you, undressing you as the last stars took their seats. You wanted to ask them questions, but you didn't know how to take their sudden attraction to you.

"Can you three move closer for a picture?" Your mental turmoil was interrupted by the photographer who looked at you hopefully. You nodded, feeling Mingi's hand slide behind your back as he moved closer to you. You silently gasped as San did the same, both of the men's hands on your bare back, their fingers feeling anywhere they could as they smiled for the picture.

"What's your name?" Mingi was now whispering into your ear as the photographer scurried away, the lights dimming as the show was about to begin. Your first attempt at responding was cut off by your silent gasp as both men's hands slowly moved down your back, their hands now resting dangerously low on your back, a smirk moving onto their lips at the feeling of you subtly arching your back for them.

"Y/N." Your name made San whistle lowly, his voice full of charms as his hand moved up your back, allowing Mingi to touch your lower back while he got to feel your upper back, his hand playing with the clasp on your necklace as he spoke so only you, him, and Mingi could hear. "You're a supermodel, right? I've heard all about you. I think I even own some of your magazines covers. I've always found you so hot, you know."

You felt your body stiffen at his words: He already knew about you? You turned to face San, only for Mingi's hand to grasp your jaw, making you face forward again as he whispered into your ear "You can't be giving San all your attention, Beautiful. You have to share between us, do you think you can handle that?"

When Mingi first asked that question, you were quick to answer yes. You thought you could handle teasing and talking between them both. You had sat around meeting rooms and kept conversations going with multiple people, so what was so hard about keeping conversation with two men?

But, that wasn't what he meant.

"Look up at us, baby girl."

You thought nothing of hanging out with the two rock stars after the fashion show, their lingering touches on your body almost drawing you into them as they walked with you to their limousine with the tinted-out windows. The minute the doors closed, though, their hands returned to your body, not even caring about the driver as they whispered all the things they wanted to do to you, especially together. You spent one part of the car ride on Mingi's lap, meeting his lips in a heated kiss while San bit your neck, leaving marks behind while his hands felt around your body before you switched to his lap, Mingi's lips now busy kissing your open back while San's tongue locked with yours in a heated kiss. They were skilled at riling you up, as if they'd done it before. You wouldn't put it past them, though.

But, now that they had you in their private suite in their hotel on your knees before them on the bed, you felt even more excited. Mingi licked his lips, turning to face San before he nodded his head, moving to get on the bed in front of you. He tilted his head as you turned around to watch San as he sat down in the chair facing the bed, making you feel confused. However, your view of him was pulled away as Mingi made you face him, his thumb moving along your bottom lip as he shook his head. "Don't look at San, babygirl. You have to worry about me first."

You nodded as your lips met Mingi's, the kiss picking up speed as San cursed from his chair, his hand moving to his pants. You couldn't help but kiss Mingi harder at the sound of that plus San unbuckling his pants. Mingi smirked, pulling back as his hands grabbed your wrists, placing your hands onto his own belt as he faced San with a proud smirk. "Seems like our little model likes hearing you, Sannie. I think she's getting excited."

"Oh, I think so Mingi" San rested his head back on the chair with a lazy smile, his hands now palming himself over his boxers as he watched you unbuckle Mingi's pants, your hands tugging away at it. You weren't even listening anymore as you leaned down to kiss and bite on Mingi's thighs as he pushed down his pants, making him hiss before his hand moved into your hair, making you look at him. Mingi didn't say anything, his eyes however showed how he felt though, darkening as he pushed down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. Mingi's hand moved from your hair to your lips, playing around with your lips till he spread them open, spitting into your mouth before humming.

"You're so pretty, babygirl. I can see why you're a model" Your eyes fell to Mingi's lip as he spoke, whimpering softly as he kissed you, both of your tongues meeting as you moaned, making Mingi moan as well. You whined as he pulled back, wanting more of his kisses. Mingi shook his head though, sitting back up as his fist wrapped around his cock, holding it to your lips. You knew what to do, about to dip your head down to taste his hard cock when Mingi's grip on your hair returned, stopping you. Instead, Mingi stood up from the bed, pulling you to the edge before he said "Make sure you get nice and loud for us, baby girl. Show me and San how good you can suck cock, and if you do good, we'll reward you."

You nodded, opening your mouth as Mingi fed his thick cock into your mouth slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. Mingi felt so heavy, making you feel excited: you were no virgin, but none of the guys you had been with compared to how good Mingi's cock felt, even if it was just in your mouth.

"That's it baby, suck it." Mingi's voice had dropped even deeper, closing his eyes as you moved your tongue around his cock, bobbing your head at the same time, making him moan louder. "You're doing so, so good for me. That's right, take it deeper"

"Look at you, baby" You had been so focused on sucking Mingi and hearing his moans that you had almost forgotten about San, your eyes landing on him as he spoke to you, his cock leaking now as he had stripped himself. You moaned at the sight, the vibrations making Mingi moan loudly before he reached over to smack your ass, cursing that you were doing so fucking good. San chuckled at the sight of you staring up at him while Mingi was now fucking your throat, stretching you out with his cock.

"You must be so good at sucking dick, baby. I mean, you got Mingi short-circuiting and fucking your throat like you're a fleshlight," San laughed, Mingi's cheeks heating up a bit at his friend's teasing, but his pace didn't slow down. Instead, he picked up speed, making you choke. At the sound of you gargling around his cock, both boys moaned before Mingi pulled out to let you catch your breath. However, your break wasn't long before San rolled you over onto your back, straddling your chest as Mingi moved in between your legs.

"Don't look so nervous, baby" San cooed, his hands massaging your breasts as Mingi spread your legs, making you shiver. Suddenly, you closed your eyes and tossed your head back as you felt Mingi's tongue run slowly up your pussy before he moaned around your clit, pulling back to moan "Fuck, San, she's so wet for us. She's so excited."

"You're excited, huh?" San asked, gripping your hair to pull you back up to meet his eyes while Mingi got to work on eating you out, slurping away as his tongue tasted you. You nodded, moaning at Mingi's movements while San cooed again "I bet you are, our little filthy slut. You're a freak, just like us, huh? You acted all innocent when we proposed taking us both like this in the car, but now look at you." San licked his lips as he tightened his grip on your hair, pushing his cock into your mouth as Mingi continued to eat you out, pushing his finger into you.

"Mingi's finger and tongue is going to match the pace you set, baby" San hissed, leaning back with his free hand to place it onto Mingi's shoulder. Mingi looked up from your pussy, his eyes staring into yours as you began to bob your head on San's cock, moaning when his tongue began to match your pace: anytime you sped up, he sped up, and whenever you slowed down, he did the same.

San moaned above you, enjoying the show as he kept a firm grip on your hair and a grip on Mingi's shoulder. "Look at her, Mingi, look at how fucking dirty she is for us. Fuck, I can't wait to fuck that pussy" San had now tossed his head back at this point, knowing that if he watched anymore, he'd cum on the spot. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing his cock down into your throat as deep as he could as you moaned loudly around it, Mingi's tongue mirroring San's cock by shoving his tongue as deep as he could into your pussy. Mingi rolled his eyes back, moaning as your pussy squelched around his tongue, curling his tip to nudge your sweet spot, making your legs shake a bit around him.

San couldn't think about anything else, his hand moving back to grip his pink-haired friend's hair, shoving him deeper into your pussy as you gurgled around his cock, your eyes rolling back as San sped up his pace, watching the drool leak from the side of your lips, now mixing with his cum as he came in your mouth, your legs wrapping around Mingi's head as you came as well.

Mingi cleaned you up happily while San slowly pulled out from your mouth, cooing as you swallowed his cum. Mingi slowly kissed up your body, his hands moving to massage your cheeks as San sat next to you. You felt like you were in a daze, laying your head next to San's knee while Mingi slowly got off the bed. San leaned down to kiss you, praising you for being able to take his cock so well against your lips. You smiled at his praise, moaning his name in the kiss before sitting up.

You sighed as you got off the bed, looking for your clothes while San got off the bed as well. You didn't bother to look at the two men, assuming that they were getting dressed as well. "What do you think you're doing?"

You paused picking up your dress off the ground at Mingi's voice, turning to see him standing by the large windows, his arms behind his back, his cock twitching between his legs as he raised an eyebrow. You bit your lip, noticing how San has returned to his chair, his hand now palming his soft cock. "I thought..."

"You thought wrong, baby." Mingi smirked, tapping the window before he said "I don't know what made you think that, but I still need to cum, especially in that fucking perfect pussy of yours." Mingi walked over to you as he spoke, his hand landing on the small of your back before he pulled you close, his lips pressing against yours as he pulled your clothes from your hand. You were once again at his mercy as he led you to the windows, his hands moving around your curves before he had you face the window. You met his eyes in the reflection, his chest now pressed against your back as his cock moved in between your soft thighs, a proud mumble coming out of his lips as he smacked your ass.

"Don't tease her so much, Mingi. She can barely even stand up" San piped up making Mingi chuckle. He nodded though, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he pushed into your pussy, chuckling when your hands rushed to the window. "There's nothing for you to grab on there, baby" Mingi laughed, his pace speeding up to become one of power as he watched your body jolt forward at every thrust, your sinful moans becoming music to both men's ears.

"Is our baby having trouble thinking and telling us what she wants?" San asked, standing up from his chair to approach where Mingi had you, his hands moving to play with your nipples, tugging on it. He chuckled as you moaned loudly, looking at Mingi as your back arched. "She's so fucked out already, maybe she can't handle more, Mingi"

"No, I can" You protested loudly, Mingi's hand landing a hard spank on your ass while moaning out "Yeah, she can handle more, fuck." You had closed your eyes at this point, your legs almost giving out due to the pleasure.

Mingi chuckled at the sight, pulling out from your pussy as you whined, grabbing your arms to pull you to the coffee table that sat in front of the couch that was in the corner of the suite, pressing your chest down against the cool table as he shoved his cock back into your pussy, both men moaning loudly as your pussy loudly squelched around him. "Your pussy welcomes me back in so loudly, baby. It wants my cock, baby, sucking it in so fucking well."

You nodded, San moving to crouch in front of you, smirking at your already fucked out face.

"I think she needs more, Mingi."

----------------------------------------------------------------

"God you're so fucking greedy."

You could no longer tell who was who as you laid against his hard chest, the other one still fucking deep into your pussy. You and the two men had been all around the room, your body and cum on many different surfaces, making you feel bad for whoever had to clean this room when they checked out.

San was laying against the floor, your body on top of his as Mingi fucked you from behind. You bit your lip as Mingi landed another spank on your ass, spreading apart your cheeks so he could go even deeper into you, his rings leaving imprints on you as you moaned loudly. You were out of your mind at this point, San chuckling at the sight before he said "You're so fucked out, you can't even tell who is who, can't you? You don't know whose cock you're backing up against and whose chest you're drooling onto. You just wanna keep coming until you pass out, don't you?"

"She tightened around me when you said that, San" Mingi moaned, your cheeks heating up as San cooed at you, landing his own smack to your ass as he moaned out "She's a freak, just like us. We should keep her on speed dial and fly her out to us whenever we want. We could buy you some pretty lingerie and make you model it for us. We could even invite the rest of our band members to come watch"

Mingi had lost his own mind a while ago, but at San's words, he felt his cock twitch at the idea, leaning forward to bite down on your shoulder, drilling into your pussy as you moaned even louder, San gripping your face to make you look at him while he continued speaking. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? You don't care how wrong this is, don't you, you like this. Maybe I'll even buy you a pretty custom butt plug and send it to you, make you stretch yourself out so that we both can fuck you at the same time."

"I'm gonnna...I" You gasped out, cuming hard around Mingi's cock as he filled you up, both of your releases coating his cock and leaking from your cunt as he kissed your back, rubbing your sides. You were completely spent, landing on San's hard chest as he ran his hands through your hair, cooing at you.

"You did so well, babygirl. Here, I'll clean you up." San waited till Mingi moved off your back before picking you up, carrying you to the bathroom (where they had fucked you an hour before), placing you onto the toilet before turning the shower on. "Go ahead and use the bathroom, then I'll shower with you."

After the shower, San carried you back into the bedroom, placing you down on the bed as Mingi had put down new sheets. As you lay down in the warm sheets, Mingi and San went to clean up themselves, letting you fall asleep in the bed. You only woke up when you felt Mingi hug you from behind, San slipping in front of you to offer you a smile before placing a kiss onto your lips, Mingi waiting till San stopped before moving your head back to kiss him as well.

The next morning when you woke up, you were no longer sandwiched between the two men, but you were alone. You sat up, running your hand through your hair as you tried to figure out if it was a dream or not. You sighed as you fell back against the bed, grabbing your phone to see a text from your manager letting you know that checkout was in two hours and to start getting ready to fly back to the States soon.

You hummed, giving yourself a few minutes before you stood up from the bed, walking over to your suitcase. However, before you could go shower, you heard a knock at the door, followed by room service being wheeled into your room. The table was full of various fruits and breakfast, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the center. When you picked up the flowers, you noticed a small card, the words on it making you smile.

'See you soon, baby. We'll be waiting for you ;) P.S: Hope your legs don't hurt too badly. M + S'

EXTRA

"Raise your hips, princess. Show me where you want my cock to go" You bit your lip as you raised your hips, your wetness leaking from your pussy, making Mingi moan. He considered himself addicted to your pussy, constantly wanting nothing more than to shove his hard cock into it and just ruin you. Heck, Mingi had even flown you out over the past couple months to whereever they were performing at to just do that as 'the pictures weren't enough for him.' Not that you were complaining.

You cursed softly as Mingi pushed his cock into you, his lips meeting yours as he picked you up to have your sit on his lap as he fucked up into you, his lips locked with yours.

"I knew I'd find her in here with you" San sighed, walking into the room as you turned from Mingi's lips, offering him a smile as Mingi continued to fuck up into you as he groaned out "you're just mad that you didn't get to her first, man. You had some of her on the plane, anyways. This is my first round with her"

San hummed as he kissed you, his hand moving to play with your breasts as you began to ride Mingi's cock, making him moan louder. "I wasn't complaining, just make sure you don't ruin her too much: I wanna take her outside and fuck her in the pool."

San and Mingi had flown you out to the Bahamas for your birthday, renting a private villa so that no one could see nor hear the three of you as you all went about your ''activities" together.

You bit your lip as you placed your hands onto Mingi's chest to ride him better, San's hands moving to grip your hips to help you as you tossed your head back onto his shoulder, kissing below his jaw as Mingi moaned at the sight. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum already. You learned so quickly how to ride my cock, princess."

"Well," San smirked, meeting your lips in a deep kiss, making out with you as your ground your hips down against Mingi's, San pulling back to make you look at Mingi, gripping your face as he said "She had some really good teachers. Isn't that right, Y/N? All you care about is riding our cocks and making us feel good, don't you?"

Mingi moaned loudly as you nodded, San's smirk growing before he whispered into your ear "then go ahead and make Mingi cum, baby. Then, you're going to sit on his face and we're going to teach you how to take care of both of our cocks at the same time. We've got all week, baby to go all around this villa, and we're not stopping."

Bambikisss | 2024

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[thewonandonly]

RETURN TO ME

PLAYLIST : spotify

PAIRING : thief!kang yeosang x news reporter!fem!reader

GENRE : thriller? fluff, smut, angst

WC : 14,374 words :3

WARNINGS : strong language, agro-hwa, aggression, graphic description of hostage situations/kidnapping, mention of bank heists/artifact theft, mention of firearms, absolute chaos from ateez as a heist group, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal penitration, vouyerism/exhabitionism, praise, pet names, cunnilingus, no happy ending, its giving mama im in love with a criminal tbh

AUTHOR'S NOTE : it's finally done! i've been writing this fic for OVER a year, ever since guerilla came out 😰 i hope you all enjoy and jsyk, this fic is heavily, heavily, inspired by "love letter from thief x".  

Becoming a news reporter wasn't your first option. You originally wanted to write news articles for your local paper, something close to home, but it turned out that your local paper hired another much more qualified person. So, you used your degree in journalism for field reporting. 

Your first story was about a cold case being reopened, and you would've loved to do your own research on the topic, however, the teleprompter read everything for you, telling you what to say, what to do and how to do what they tell you to do. You seriously did not have any freedom. You were about ready to go on sabbatical and open a gossip blog like Perez Hilton. Then, maybe you'll finally be able to get the freedom you'd like to report how you'd like. Or, maybe you'd even put the degree you got for investigative journalism, something you think would be extremely enjoyable to you and your wallet.

But, you didn't start hating your job at the beginning. No, because it was helpful to have a teleprompter in front of you, telling you what to say while the ring light blinded you. No, it wasn't because of that. It was because you were currently trapped in a hostage situation, the news broadcast now hijacked by the criminals in this entire scheme. 

It was a classic museum robbery, and you wouldn't say you were excited to cover it, but it was different from what stories you would normally cover. It had the potential danger in it all.

But the second your cameraman and producer cut the cameras to take a break, you were left alone to your own devices until you were going to be called in again by your co-workers in the studio. 

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through social media timelines, reading the other news sources that popped up about the situation. 

The microphone you held, that did little to nothing when you spoke into it on camera, was suddenly dropped as you were pulled from where you were standing, a hand over your mouth and another arm around your waist, lugging you away like a piece of cargo. 

How was no one noticing this, you questioned. The cameras were rolling for different news broadcasts, and yet no one gave any mind to the sound of your heels scraping against the gravel road, leaving white marks from the top piece on the bottom of your heel. 

You practically screamed from behind the hand against your mouth, but the sound of all the chaos from newscasters, sirens that echoed against the buildings silenced your screams.

All the self-defense you've learned for this moment, that you pleaded never happened, seemed to disappear from your head. And you were nearly incapacitated, anyhow. The last you saw of the outside was where your team sat, and the microphone discarded on the ground, your phone right next to it with a shattered screen.

The captor pulled you around the back of the building, another holding the door open for them.

They all wore masks, some you've seen at Halloween stores. Some of them you haven't seen available anywhere. You could only assume that this has been planned years before it happened. 

Shutting the door at the back of the building, the man released you before another took over and tied your arms behind your back, and sat you down to bind your legs.

"I'm sorry." The person tying you whispered, "For what it's worth."

"It isn't worth jack shit." You grumbled, moving around in the restraints, trying to get him to mess up even a little bit. 

The other cleared his throat, "Come in, Base, it's me." He mumbled through the mask. 

You immediately assumed that this was a much more complex plan, looking as he communicated to "Base".

"You read me?" He paused, "Newscaster is secured. Video's free to run."

"Y/N, uh... Come in." Your coworker spoke through the in-ear you had, and you nearly shook. There was no way you could respond unless you were left by yourself. "Y/N, come in." Their voice got a bit more stern, a bit more deeper.

There was a loud ringing playing over the in-ear and you jumped.

A voice full of static echoed, sounding distant but close at the same exact time, "This is an official notice. We, the group known by Kyomi, require the government release the Dream Texts to us, immediately." The video that played was a deep, almost god-like voice, similar to the voice configuration that Anonymous had used many, many times in the past, "The National Treasure Museum does not have rights to own the Dream Texts, nor does the government. They are to return them to their rightful owners. You have 24 hours."

Ringing played in your ear and you began to rub the in-ear across your shoulder trying to get it out from your ear, before it fell against the floor, the ringing echoing across the walls.

"Son of a..." The one tying you up glanced at the in-ear, looking at you before kicking it away, "What do you think you're doing?"

You struggled in the restrains, the rope digging into your skin.

"Wasp, we got a breach." He called to the other across from him, swinging the bolt rifle back to his hands, "She had an in-ear. They heard us."

The other turned to you, glaring at you through the mask, which made it 20 times more horrific, "Well, what are you waiting for? Break it." The one called Wasp spoke, squatting beside you, "Killer," He called over his own in-ear, "Shut it down." 

You glared back at him, not at all deferred from your fear coursing through your veins. 

There were so many other people that you weren't aware were in the next room, dealing with 4 others. Museum staff and guests visiting the 24/7 museum alike, all being threatened in front of the barrel of a gun. 

And as soon as "Wasp" called to shut it down, it was all over in a second. 

"Meet at the van. 10 minutes tops. Grab your shit, we're leaving." 

Your brain immediately connected the dots that maybe this "Wasp" was the leader of the others, and you didn't think even a little bit that you would be going along with them until the one who tied you up in the rope swooped you over his shoulder, your legs kicking at his back.

"What about the newscaster, Wasp?"

"Bring her along, Hornet. Base is gonna need all the info we can get." He nodded to the entryway, and opened the door to the reception desk. "Sharp, let's go. We're out of time."

"Sharp" immediately stood up from his crouching position with his gun still aimed at any who threatened through the glass windows, "You go ahead. Killer and Spiral are in the next room with the hostages."

"Copy." Hornet responded, carrying you through the door, "Killer, Spiral, get anything gathered about the Dream Texts and head out."

The two across the room gathered backpacks and threw them over their shoulders, their rifles resting in their hands.

The other hostages huddled together, shaking in fear. And in contrast, you rested on Hornet's shoulder, watching them from the corner of your eye. 

Wasp and Sharp entered through the door, a whistle escaping Wasp's lips, "Let's load up, Web is waiting for us." He lead the group to the van, "Hornet, drop the newscaster inside. You know the drill. Sharp, check for trackers. Spiral, swap out the plates." 

Hornet nodded his head to the door as Killer opened it, plopping you inside, "Alright, miss, no need to worry."

You trembled like a leaf. You never, ever thought this would happen to you. You, who took kickboxing as an extracurricular in high school and actually passed the class as top student. You, who checked every glass window you passed by in your hometown. You, who was so kind but also knew how to set your boundaries. This couldn't be happening to you. There was no way. The one second you were distracted by your cellphone and it wasn't while you were working; much rather it was while you were on break. 

The rope binding your arms behind your back was suddenly met with another rope through that one, and you had to convince yourself that this wasn't some messed up shibari sex cult. Inappropriate thoughts aside, Hornet tied a blindfold around your eyes, covering any light that might've flooded in from the dingy alleyway that the Kyomi group stood in, watching as Hornet finished restraining you and depriving you of your senses.

There was a faint beeping that echoed in and out your ear. "Can's clear, Wasp." Sharp called. 

"Good. Let's head out." He climbed into the van, hitting the door to the others, "Up and at 'em, boys."

"Jesus Christ, this mask is fucking annoying." A voice called and you heard the horrendous sound of latex rubbing against one another.

Another shouted, "Dude, you're all good to take the mask off!"

"I already did, asshole!"

You wiggled around, trying to grab even the slightest bit of attention, but they all seemed too busy talking to one another to notice you using your shoulder to move the bandana up just a little to see out of the bottom.

A voice sighed, "Come on, you two. Relax. We're not out of the woods just yet."

The other voice laughed, almost high pitched, "He's just so fucking ugly. I can't help it."

There was the brief sound of pushing and shoving, before a deep and stern, "Hey!" echoed through the car, "If Web gets into a crash and we get caught because of you two, it's over."

A tongue clicked, "Yeah, listen to Wasp. He can't afford to go back to jail, guys."

"You're one to talk, Yunho!"

"All of you just shut the fuck up." The voice boomed, and you almost flinched back into the car, feeling like you yourself was the one getting scolded, even though you were the most quiet out of the others, aside from Web.

You took this moment to actually lean your head back, and angle your eyes downward, catching the briefest glance among the group.

Three sat across from you, their masks still covering their face as they leaned against the empty van, guns resting at their side. The other two sat with their backs against the driver and passenger seats, next to the other group. Aside from the one directly in front of you, you were by yourself.

One of them cleared their throat, breaking the silence, "So, what's with the newscaster? Why'd we take her?"

"Information." That was the voice. The voice you could recognize as Wasp.

The other sighed, "Where are we gonna keep her?"

"Base can take care of her." It was short, simple, but definitely not sweet. He was the leader, he was the one that told the other's where to go.

The brief sounds of sirens were what pulled your attention from leaning your head back. And the sound only made you more agitated. I'm in here, you wanted to call. And how you pleaded you have superhuman strength to break out from your ties, break the door and crawl into the street.

The car ride was long. Extremely long and painful. You could feel your bottom going numb, and the rope digging into your arms. You were sure that you had a rope burn from it. The blindfold getting all the more irritating.  But, they didn't seem to notice that the bandana was even lifted a little bit, or how you would glance at them from underneath it. They were comfortable with each other, all joking around, almost as if they didn't hold an entire museum heist just a few hours ago. Their masks were off, the weapons and items they were able to grab from the museum in the middle of the van.

Wasp slumped forward, his arms folded across his stomach as he slept. 

And when the van stopped, you nearly shook. The rain pattered on the concrete.

"We're here." Web, the one driving called, putting the car in park.

The others sighed, standing up and stretching, climbing out the van, "Shit," one of them yawned. 

"Come on, Wasp. Let's get you inside." One of them shook him by his shoulders.

Wasp looked up and took a single glance outside and was already on his feet, "Alright, grab the things. Web has to get this back to the rental company. Base already changed the plates and VIN for it."

"Copy that." They all began to pick up an item; at least one gun as well, and opened the back door to the van. 

Wasp began to untie the rope through the one rubbing into your arms and lifted you over his shoulder. He kept a strong arm over your waist and walked around to the driver side. "Web, pass me the dash cam card." 

Web immediately reached toward the device and pulled out the card, "Got the replacement one?"

Wasp rummaged in his pocket, "Here. Base got still footage while we were setting up." Passing the card to Web, he nodded to him, "Get back safe."

"I always do." He shrugged before driving off.

Wasp sighed, looking up at the sky as the rain fell into his face, "God, I hate rain."

You wanted to make a stupid pun about wasps and their aggression, but your throat was so dry, you believed even speaking a little bit would cause your trachea to crack.

The mud gushed around his feet as he walked and opened the door to what you assumed was their base. 

"Welcome back, Seonghwa." A soft voice mumbled, "Who's this you have with you?"

"Newscaster." He dropped you down onto a couch and pulled the blindfold from your eyes.

It took a moment before your eyes could adjust to the dim lighting, and you felt 8 different pairs of eyes on you. The ones you saw in the museum had their masks either in their hand or on top of their heads. It was hard to believe that these people were so ready to show their faces to you.

And the two you haven't had the pleasure — you use that loosely — to meet yet, sat across from you, large computer monitors on top of two separate desks that looked just a little too large for the room, watching your every move.

Your breath began to quicken, your lungs beginning to constrict on every other breath. It didn't begin to hit you that you were obviously very much kidnapped, until you began to look around for any hint that maybe this was all big nightmare. 

Wasp, or now known as Seonghwa, bent at the waist and looked into your eyes, "Tell us what you know."

You've seen movies like this; the main character ends up kidnapped for knowing too much and when asked for the information they know, they always respond with the stupid words of "where am i?"

But honestly, you didn't really care where you were, you just wanted to get home. You wanted to lay in your bed and cuddle up in your covers. 

"Just about as much as everyone." You mumbled, shrinking under Seonghwa's stone cold glare, "I know that you want the Dream Texts, and I know that your groups name is Kyomi, and that there's 8 of you, only 6 of you going out on missions." You looked up at the man in front of you, shifting uncomfortably, "And I know that you don't kill."

The blonde male in the chair nodded, "She's good." He chuckled, pointing at you, "You actually know a lot more than others."

"I spend a lot of time reading about you guys." You mumbled. 

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, "All that information is on the internet?" He turned to the others, "Yeosang, do something about this."

The blonde male in the chair spun around and began to type quickly on the keyboard. 

You could only watch and listen, feeling uncomfortable as another member sat beside you and placed his arm around the top of the couch.

"Yeosang's our eyes." The other member whispered, "And the other one is Mingi, he does all background work for us."

Mingi waved sweetly, in contrast with the dim lighting of the room.

"Okay..." Yeosang mumbled, "Well, there are other news sources giving background to the group but it doesn't look like they know anything about us, personally." He rubbed his bottom lip, "There's not much to do aside from let the tabloids run their crazy little course and let them speculate."

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, "Son of a bitch," He pushed his hair back and sighed, "Yeosang, keep an eye on those articles and make sure that anything slightly close to our personal lives gets taken down."

"Aye, aye, sir." Yeosang nodded. 

You briefly made eye contact with Yeosang, before looking down at your lap, "Do you think I'll be able to go home soon?"

Seonghwa looked at you like you were crazy, "You think you'll be able to go home now? You've seen our faces, you know how we sound." 

The realization hit you all too late. There was no way you were going to be able to go home after everything you've been through. Like Seonghwa said, you've seen their faces. You've heard their voices. They had no collateral to the fact that you wouldn't say a word. And they definitely weren't going to risk some feisty newscaster giving away what they were doing anytime soon.

"You're right." You chuckled softly, "God, I'm such an idiot." You weren't generally speaking about your current situation, more rather this whole evening. You were distracted, you were caught unawares. And now, you were trapped in a situation that you didn't ask to be in. 

"Wooyoung, San, get her something more comfortable than those ropes." Yeosang called, and the member that sat next to you and the other across the room stood up and wandered off to the back of the shack... house, whatever it was.

Seonghwa looked around, "What are we gonna do with her?"

Yeosang shrugged, his demeanor almost changing in that instant, "I'm not the one who brought her here." 

You furrowed your brows, "You guys don't even know what to do with me and still brought me here?"

A brown haired member with a gentle smile and soft eyes chuckled, "Seonghwa didn't think it all the way through."

"Shut up, Yunho!" The latter scolded, "So, who's gonna give up their bed?"

"Definitely not me." A shorter male shook his head, "My back's still messed up from that heist in the city."

"That's always your excuse, Hongjoong." Yunho rolled his eyes, "I can't give up my bed because I made the perfect ass dent to fit me."

"That leaves Wooyoung, San, Jongho, Mingi,"

"Just let her sleep down here." Yeosang shrugged, "I'll be down here most of the time anyhow."

"Dude, you get zero sleep." Mingi chuckled, shutting off his computer, "Speaking of, I'm gonna head up now. Great job today, guys. G'night."

San and Wooyoung immediately came strolling down the stairs, a pair of silver cuffs in their hands, "Found something!"

"Give them here." Seonghwa called, holding his hand out, using his fingers to motion them towards him. And one of them placed the cuffs in his hand, "Keep her down."

The two hold your shoulders against the couch cushions as Seonghwa used a pocket knife he pulled from his pocket to cut through the rope, forcing your arms to the side and locked the cuff around your left wrist, and the other cuff around the arm of the couch. 

Sure, it felt better that you were out of that rope, but with the pinching cuff around your wrist, it made it almost worse.

You sighed, rolling your wrist around, as you finally had circulation returned to your wrist. 

Seonghwa sighed, "There." He grabbed the two spare keys and tossed them to the other at the end of the desk, "Keep an eye on her."

You could feel your hand go numb as the blood began to rush back to your fingers, "This is not ideal, but it's better than how it was." You mumbled to yourself, using your thumb to crack your stiff fingers.

Yeosang sighed, spinning around in the chair to continue using his computer, "So..." He whispered. "I know they said you're a news caster, but what station do you work for?" He asked softly, clicking on different links on his screen.

You cleared your throat, "I, uh, I work for STVU. I do field... field reporting." You swallowed roughly, feeling your throating drying up more as you spoke, “They decided it was easier-“

Yeosang chuckled, “All I needed to know was the station.” He pulled up the news website, playing back the live feed. “These your coworkers?” Yeosang motioned to the screen.

Nodding your head, you looked as they stood in silence and you could already imagine the teleprompter moving before their eyes, the producer nodding them to continue. You could imagine the shock from them calling on you, and finding your producer picking up your now shattered cell phone on the ground as the hostages continue to file out of the museum. 

Yeosang tapped a pen on the desk, “Looks like the missed out on the money shot ‘cause you weren’t there.” He chuckled, exiting the full screen, “They really depend on people of your career.”

You coughed lightly, “So, what’s the point of keeping me here? If they depend on me so much, what’s the point?” Yeosang turned around in his seat, using his legs to roll over to you on the couch, “Because it gives us an upperhand.” He smiled, almost sinisterly, grabbing your free hand, “It gives us a huge hand. Return the Dream Texts to the most loyal group, Kyomi, or we kill off the newscaster.” He chuckled, looking up at you sitting on the couch, fear brushing your brows and forehead in the form of sweat, “But, you already know we don’t kill people.” He laughed, pushing across the floor back to his desk, “Or, do we?” He began to type on his computer, “I mean, if we did, it’s not like anyone would find out. We have this disposable land, buried under these old junker cars. If we did kill anyone, we’d bury them under those junkers and call it a day. And, the dead can’t speak.”

The way he spoke about it made you wonder, have they really never killed anyone? Have they really, honestly, never did what he spoke about?

Laying down on the couch to calm your anxiety never really helped; In your everyday life and in this situation now. Normally, you’d come home from work and eat, drink, and then lay down on the couch until you passed out from exhaustion, but here — here was so much different. You didn’t feel overworked, you didn’t feel tired even in the slightest, you weren’t hungry, you weren’t thirsty. You were just horrified. And uncomfortable. Your hand would normally meet your hair halfway through the night but with your hand chained up to couch arm, you couldn’t get comfortable. And the only way to get comfortable was to have your bone pressing against the bottom of the arm of the couch.

You just decided that staying awake for the rest of the night would be fine. After all, you did have a later broadcast time rather than waking up at the crack of dawn. So, staying up wasn’t immediately out of the question; in fact, it would’ve been the perfect option.

It was damn near the crack of dawn, and Mingi was right, Yeosang didn’t get any type of sleep. Not even a second of resting his eyes. He just sat in front of his computer screen, typing on his keyboard with a click from his mouse here and there. You wondered how he could do that, especially when you, personally, couldn’t sit at a desk for longer than 10 minutes before getting up and finding anything else in the world to do. You honestly didn’t know if he even got up and used the restroom, if he got something to snack on or to drink. He seemed completely entranced by his computer screen.

You assumed if you loved what you did that doing that type of work wasn’t as grueling.

With creaky steps, down came a lethargic and gloomy looking member of Kyomi, his blonde hair sticking up in every direction. He rubbed his chest from under his shirt, his sweats hanging around his waist, “Sang,” He called to the one sitting at the desk.

Yeosang only responded with an uninterested sound, typing something else into his computer, and a click from his mouse echoing around the two.

“Did you even get her anything to eat?” The other man asked, turning his eyes from you to the other in the chair.

“Jesus Christ, San, she’s not a fucking dog.” Yeosang scrolling down the page, “If she needed something to eat, she’d let me know. We’re like best friends, now, right, Newscaster?”

San looked back to you, rolling his eyes, “Are you hungry?” The fear overpowered San’s kindness, and you felt scared to even speak your mind. You were starving. You didn’t anything since before you went live on screen, and you had your entire menu for the week planned out. But, if he was offering to get you something to eat, you wouldn’t turn down the offer even if it killed you. So, ignoring every thought bubbling in your head like soda pop, you nodded.

San looked back to the one slumped over in his chair, scribbling down something on a notepad, “See? She was hungry.”

“Not my problem.” Yeosang shrugged, “Even if she was, it’s not like I had the key to unlock her.”

“Oh, shit.” San wandered back up the stairs, poking his head down momentarily, “Hold on, Newscaster, I’ll be right back!”

You sighed to yourself, sitting up in the couch, skillfully moving your arm around the arm of the chair to have it rest there comfortably. Sitting on the couch, confined to one spot brought back memories of your high school years, awkwardly sitting on your friends couch as they went to retrieve something from their bedroom, leaving you there to do nothing but play on the cheap cellphone your mother purchased for you. It felt exactly like that moment, with your “friend” across from you as they were comfortable in their room while you felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb.

San quickly hurried down the stairs, a key around his finger as he walked over to you, to unlock the cuff around your wrist.

This could’ve been your moment to pack up and run. This could’ve been your out. And you would’ve done it, if not for San locking the other open cuff around his wrist, smiling as he looked at you, “Now, you can get those legs moving.”

He locked the cuff around your wrist just as quickly as he unlocked it, making it known that he’s used them for something of this exact situation before. San helped you up off the couch and steadied your wobbly legs as you stood.

“Sang, I’m going to make breakfast, if you want any.”

Yeosang yawned as you walked past, the computer screen lighting up his features and the blonde hair covered up by a black beanie, “It’s fine. It’s about time I head to sleep anyhow.”

San scoffed, “I get that you’re our eyes through out the night, but you seriously need to fix that schedule of yours. You spend the whole night keeping tabs on tabloids and news broadcasts, but they never post during the middle of the night.” He scolded, with you standing there like a clueless bystander, which you were, but you had a bit of a better idea on what exactly Yeosang was keeping an eye out for.

“Heard it all before. You say that until STVU posts all of this Newscaster’s notes on us and suddenly we’re compromised.” Yeosang stood up, stretching his arms above his head, “With that being said, I’m heading up now.” He shut off his computer and wandered over to the stairs leading up to the mysterious upper floor, “G’night, San. See you later, Newscaster.”

You lifted your free hand in a silent attempt to bid him a goodnight, or good morning in this case, and looked at San.

“He’s a trip.” San sighed, leading your cuffed hand behind his into the rickety old kitchen, “What are you hungry for?” “Um,” You shrugged, “Anything, really. I could eat anything.”

San lead you over to the foldable kitchen table that was enough to fit two, and unlocked your cuff, almost forcing your hand against the brace of the table as he locked you in, “Sorry, safety measures. You understand, right?” He smiled at you as he kneeled down to unlock his cuff, shaking his hand, “I’ve only had mine on for a couple minutes. How did you wear that for so long?”

You shrugged, looking around the kitchen for any type of impossible escape. It was in this moment you realized just how tired, panicked, and anxious you were. The late night shift was hitting you a bit too hard now, the drowsiness infecting your eyes like a sickness. You were worried for the next person to walk down the stairs, what they'd say or do. And you were anxious for your day's beginning behind these walls. Should you be worried about what they'd do to you, or should you just stick out the days and hope with enough time, you'd be let back into the world and live your days like they were your last? 

Everything in the kitchen of this shack they inhabited was rundown. There was a vent with no cover, the floorboards squeaked with every step San took across the room, and if you moved your own feet enough, you could feel the splinters covering the floor. The appliances and cupboards looked like ones they found in the junkyard just outside their front door, although you had to admit, the repair on the appliances were like no other, giving a clean finish with a bit of damage here and there. Whereas, you could not say the same for the cupboards which looked like they were living on their last leg of life; cracked wood, rusted hinges, and some even missing half, or a whole door. 

San pulled open the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk, then opened the cupboard and pulled out a sack of flour, and a pan, “Do you like pancakes?” He asked, sickly sweet that made your tummy hurt.

You turned your eyes to him, nodding.

San smiled, grabbing the pancake mix from the cupboard as well, making his way to the stove to turn it on, “So,” He started, “I know you’re a newscaster, but other than that, I know nothing about you.” He looked back to you, “Tell me about yourself.”

You shrugged, “Um, well, My name’s Y/N, I’m in my 20’s.” You shrugged again, realizing now that sharing your life story to an unknown stranger who also happened to kidnap you and used you as an advantage hostage for the government to give them what they want. “What is it exactly you guys want?” You asked hesitantly, scared to have touched a nerve.

“The Dream Texts.”

‘Which are?” You made a face, and turned your palms upwards, shrugging.

“Which are-“

“Which are none of your business.” Another voice echoed, and you turned around to find a groggy Seonghwa, glaring at you from across the table, “That information is classified for Kyomi, only.” He leaned against the table, “If your view on us changes, maybe you’ll find out.”

“Hwa,” San started, flipping a pancake onto the pan, “Come on.”

“What?” Hwa immediately began to push away from the table, and sized up the other male across from him, although they were practically the same height.

San gripped the pan’s handle, “Think about it. If she’s gonna be here for as long as we’re hoping, she should get to know us. Us, personally, and us as an organization.”

Seonghwa stepped closer, glaring at him, “And why would you do that? You’re willing to lay everything on the line for a snake to share it with everyone she’s knows, if she ever does get out.” Seonghwa had San practically up against the wall of their kitchen in the shack, and San’s knuckles went white as his grip tightened on the handle.

“You really don’t want to me to hurt you.”

“Like you’d ever hurt me.” Seonghwa chuckled, his tongue poking his cheek, “If you even move so much as an inch-“

The chair to the table across from you was pulled out, and you pulled your eyes from the fight, to find Yeosang sitting there, yawning, “They’re fighting again.” He sighed, leaning on his hand.

“Do…” You paused, “Do they always fight like this?”

Yeosang moved his hand side to side, “Sometimes. It’s always something stupid.” He complained.

You looked at Yeosang just for a moment, the side of his face all too familiar for only being in this place for a few hours, his birthmark decorating the side of his face. His hair was mussed in all different directions, and there were purple bags under his eyes, possibly from his insane sleep schedule. 

You looked back to the two across the room, Seonghwa holding San by his shirt against the wall as the latter tried his best to swing the hot pan across Seonghwa's head, the perfectly cooked pancake laying on the floor, now broken into pieces.

"Oh, my pancake." You whispered under your breath, sighing, placing your hand against your belly as it grumbled.

Yeosang sighed, standing up from the table, "Alright, you two." He wandered between the two, opening the fridge, "What happened?" He pulled out a wrapped bowl of what looked like macaroni and cheese, using a spoon discarded in the strainer and then ate the food cold, not bothering to step out of the duo's way. 

The two immediately began to go on a ramble, San pointing the end of the frying pan at Seonghwa's face, and Seonghwa keeping San pinned against the wall. Yeosang looked between the two, absorbing all the information as if he was in a comedy show, shoveling another spoonful of macaroni and cheese into his mouth. 

And as the two men threatening to bite each other's heads off settled down, Yeosang turned to set the bowl beside him, "Now, doesn't this all seem silly?" He asked sarcastically, a smile crossing his lips.

San and Seonghwa continued to glare at each other, releasing each other from their grasp, just as the other members joined to watch the drama unfold in the doorway of the kitchen. Hongjoong sat at the chair across from you, and the others peeking in. 

Yeosang patted both their backs, "Okay, good. Let's continue planning our next move." He nodded, picking up the bowl and wandered out to the living room, the sound of a gentle clatter from his spoon hitting the bowl as he set it down to get into his chair comfortably. "Mingi, pull up the National Bank."

Mingi yawned, "It's too early for this." He rubbed his eyes, but nevertheless, sat down at his computer and typed in the National Bank of South Korea, "There."

From being attached to the collapsable table, and with the room being empty, you listened as closely as you could to what exactly they were planning. You heard a voice here and there asking questions before Yeosang took over, "The National Bank has a piece of the Dream Texts, and I know where it's hiding." He chuckled darkly. 

You already saw the perfect opportunity to get your ass away from here; in front of you, sat a shoddy door, with a lace curtain that must've been pinned up in an attempt to make it look not so bad. It was only a mile from you, at least it felt like it, when it was only a couple steps ahead. And you would've taken it, if it wasn't for the giant, grey collapsable table you were currently handcuffed to. You would've ran out the door, screaming your head off about the horrendous situation you found yourself trapped in to anyone who would listen. You had an idea to even carry the table on your back almost like you were Sisyphean rolling the boulder up the hill, for all eternity. 

San's voice cut through the air, "Y/N?" He called, peeking into the kitchen, his voice recognizable enough to cut your thousand-yard-stare in half, "You okay?" He asked gently, looking at your eye's connecting to the door.

You turned to look at him, your eyes delayed like your mouse as work with the horrendous input delay, "I'm okay." You nodded to him, even willing him to accept it with a gentle smile. 

"Well, alright." San nodded back, "If you need anything, we'll be in here." He smiled, dragging his feet across the floor and sitting on the couch as Yeosang continued.

In a perfect world, they would've recruited you into their ranks, having you join in on the meeting about what came next, allowing you to go to and from as you please, make your own food. And overall, have you free of the pinching cuffs and let you exist as yourself.

"Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Yunho, you two will enter from the top window, using the special forces gear we got from Jongho's truck run." Yeosang held the pen cap in his lips, as he pulled out the printed blueprint from his printer next to his desk, "That way we can get an upper hand for the Dream Texts. You three will check the top floor while the rest of you, hold the bottom floor."

"It'll just be me and Joong." San pointed his finger at them both, "We can't possibly hold an entire floor by ourselves. I mean, it took Wooyoung, Yunho, Joong and I to just barely keep the floor of the museum clear."

Yeosang smiled a bit more sinisterly, "You're all forgetting one valuable hand in all of this." He cackles.

"I hate when he does this." 

How, was all you could ask yourself. How is it possible to be in this situation again? The cramped van, the uncomfortable ropes and the barrel of the pistol pressed against your temple. And it happened to be the only nice member holding it there. You were blindfolded, and you wouldn't be surprised if you were dead already. This all had to be some type of nightmare.

Despite being the very valuable part of this plan to get into the bank, you were the one that was once again at the end of the barrel. When you learned that you'd once again be placed in that terrifying position of playing a hostage, Yeosang spoke with almost a chuckle, almost like he liked seeing someone under duress. As well as the others. 

All this for some stupid writing? All this for Dream Texts. It was hard to believe you'd be forced to stay with them. 

Jongho, who you learned was Web, after connecting the dots, was driving around the city in a car that was a little too small for the group. You were aware of all the codenames at this point. Wasp was Seonghwa, Hornet was San, Killer was Hongjoong, Sharp, Wooyoung. Spiral, Yunho. And Base was Yeosang and Mingi. 

You knew their plan, and their means of getting to the oh-so desired Dream Texts, which you still had no idea what it was about or why it was so important to them. The only thing you could think of was National Treasure, the Nicholas Cage movie, which was, in it's entirety, about a treasure map on the back of an official government document. Maybe that's why they want it so bad, you thought, for money and fame.

Jongho stopped, dropping off the five in front of the National Bank, one you attended since you began your adult life. It had a bittersweet nostalgia, the building. It was where your family was charged foreclosure. It was where you cashed your first check after a successful month of your career. It was where you paid the down payment for your family's new house, after living with family for years. 

Some would say you had a humble upbringing; learning the importance of money and paying dues where it's needed. You would say you had a difficult life. Getting a job as soon as you could, paying for your own high school expenses, and funding your own college education and tuition. You were constantly stressed out, and even now, with a steady job, you were considered a workaholic, but who could blame you? Cause and effect is what you normally pushed it off with. 

Seonghwa, Yunho and Wooyoung split off from San, who gripped your arm tightly, and Hongjoong. They all had their weapons around their shoulders and masks that covered their faces, that you weren't even aware they had put on. The masks were different from what you had first seen, this time, they all donned balaclavas, unlike the clown masks you've seen them in previously. 

You were still blindfolded, a sound of a shattering glass echoing through the sky, San tugging you along into the building.

You were aware that you, in this situation, were a hostage again. You weren't sure if this is where you died, or if they'd take you with them again. So, you tried to settle the pit that lingered in your stomach as San shoved you onto the floor, a ray of bullets echoing through the air and a loud yell of "get down!" interrupting the fire. 

You felt that anxiety and impending doom creep into your chest again, your brain shifting gears back into fight or flight. After all, you were nothing but an accessory for them to use. Your life, to them, had no meaning. They could preach that they don't kill all they would like, but they would actually have to take responsibility for their actions of causing psychological damage to others.

Hongjoong cleared his throat, raising his voice, "We are Kyomi! We require the Dream Texts. Who here is the bank manager?"

A woman shakily raised her hand, and looked around anxiously. 

Hongjoong motioned for her to approach, and when she was close enough, Hongjoong gripped her arm and looked her in the face, "Open the safe, and don't try anything funny." He whispered. 

You used the linoleum floor to push the blindfold from your face, catching sight of Seonghwa and Yunho standing on the second floor, their guns positioned at the back of the victims. It almost looked like they were ready to shoot. 

Hongjoong lead the bank manager around to the safe at the back of the building, where she opened it with shaky hands. Then a shot was rung out.

The desk someone sat at was completely destroyed, the sight of Seonghwa glaring through his balaclava. 

"Every one of you to the center floor now!" Seonghwa shouted, and people began to shuffle towards yourself and San. From the position Seonghwa was in, it was obvious he could see the entire floor. 

Hongjoong returned with the bank manager, a plastic wrap tucked into the vest he wore. "That wasn't so hard, was it? And no one got injured." He chuckled, returning the bank manager to the group that sat on the ground floor.

Hongjoong spoke clearly, "Secured. Web, whenever you're ready." His hands rested on the gun, and looked into the faces of the victims; some were teary eyed, some were angry and some were avoiding their eyes. 

You looked into the eyes of one, sympathizing as their eyes watered in terror.

This. This was your out. 

You opened your mouth as San began speaking, and didn't mutter a word; just mouthed it. Using your eyes to motion them to look at Hongjoong, you mouthed the instructions. And they only furrowed their brows, shaking their head, scared of even the possibility of getting injured. 

If anyone was going to be able to end this, it had to be someone who could fight back. And there was more than enough to take the fight between the four invaders. If they had the possibility of saving everyone, even yourself, they should take it. They would be reveled as heroes; people who saved the hostages of the National Bank. But, no one would take the risk. They all had families, friends. People they loved. Creatures they loved. They wouldn't risk it. 

If you were to be the one to sacrifice, they would do it. Because the blood staining their hands wasn't as bad as leaving the ones they loved. 

You assumed Jongho must've responded to Hongjoong's call. San was quick to pick you up off the floor by your restrained arms and drag you out of the building. You looked around for any type of exit to get away from them. Standing around was just as bad as doing what they were. But, once again, like every chance before, they had nearly every corner blocked off. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Yunho were walking from the back of the building around the corner and Hongjoong opened the door for us all, before you got thrown in the back just like before. 

You anxiously watched the hostage all relax, and you begged, pleaded for a way to feel that comfort, of being able to relax. Not constantly feeling like you were under watch by these monsters. Jongho drove off as everyone sat in their seats, taking the initiative to drive away from the building, and as you drove off, you saw the police round the corner, and everyone filed out, some falling to their knees from fear. 

You wished to feel their fear. And the rush of being alive after a five minute standoff with five villains. You were oddly surprised that you could feel fear this intensely through your bones, despite being with them for a day.

"Now, you're one of us." Wooyoung chuckled.

You looked at him, your brows furrowed, "What?"

Seonghwa turned from the front seat, looking at you, "You've committed as much a crime as we had."

"Again, what?" Your teeth grit, "I was kidnapped. I was held hostage." You pointed out the obvious, looking between the men in the car, "I was an unfortunate victim in this whole situation!"

San chuckled softly, "Aiding a criminal in a crime is just as bad as doing the crime." You could already hear the condescending high pitched voice he spoke with before the words even left his lips. "You're just as guilty as we are."

"I. Was. Kidnapped." You emphasized, "By you! Those people you all just traumatized, are not the only victims." 

Seonghwa waved his hand, turning back to the front, "Someone blindfold her again. And gag her. She's getting annoying."

"You're no better." Jongho mumbled, his hand tightening on the steering wheel, "We still have a few miles to go."

Jongho easily turned into another lane, leaning on his hand as he drove.

Seonghwa looked back at the others, "Well? Are any of you gonna do it?" 

San sighed, "Yeosang said not too!"

You completely forgot that they had in-ears wrapped around the shell of their ears, all communicating between one another. You felt out of the loop; what exactly did Yeosang say not to do? What were they communicating between each other?

Seonghwa sighed deeply, obviously annoyed as he pulled out a single of his own in-ear, and motioned to you.

Seonghwa wrapped it around your ear for you, slowly pushing it into your ear.

"Go, for Base." Seonghwa called.

Yeosang cleared his throat, "Y/N? Are you there?"

You nodded, before realizing that he couldn't hear you, which you choked out a "yes" in a small, shy voice.

"If you look out onto the road, you'll see the route back to the dump." He spoke simply, "Because of this, we have no other reason than to recruit you." His voice was filled by the keys of his keyboard, "You'll either have to pledge loyalty, or we have no other option then to keep you hostage. And, possibly kill you."

"You don't kill people." You shot back, looking at the road in front of you.

Yeosang chuckled. The clicking of the keyboard stopped, a gentle creak from his chair echoing, "We unfortunately have to finish off the ones we try to recruit that don't agree. Just a little Kyomi group secret."

The list of charges they could catch just add up; armed robbery, kidnapping, assault and battery, and murder. You had the benefit of doubt that they didn't kill, and Yeosang obviously had a heavy heart telling you what exactly they did. 

"So," Yeosang chuckled, "What'll it be? Be part of Kyomi, or meet the sweet embrace of your own inevitable destiny?"

You sighed; It was a lose-lose situation. Either commit crimes and the possibility of life in prison, or die? If you had another option, you'd take that in a heartbeat. Being a housekeeper, being an informant for the group, or just going home, would have sufficed. 

But, obviously, they cared too much about their pride to let you off the hook so easily. They cared too much about those Dream Texts that you still have no clue what they were about. They cared too much about their own safety to risk sending you off in the world.

You clenched your fist, "How do you know that I'm not in connection with the police? What if I let you all take me hostage?"

"Because you aren't that smart." Yeosang whispered, his voice tickling the inside of your ear, "L/N Y/N, graduated from SKU with a degree in journalism, which is surprising, since you only had a 2.8 GPA throughout your school career." His voice twinged with amusement. "You spend majority of your money at the convenience store and on bills. You live in an apartment complex, although I won't share the address, I know where it's located. Your social security number is—"

"Okay, okay." You stopped him, "Okay, fine. I get it." Your lips trembled as you spoke, "I'll... I'll join Kyomi."

Yeosang chuckled, "I knew you'd choose the right choice." You could hear the smile in his voice. "But, for the time being, you'll have to keep being restrained, for the safety of my comrades."

You wanted to curse at him, and let all of your aggression out on him. If they really thought they were gonna get away with this, they were sorely mistaken. 

You would find a way to report them, and you would finally be free of the wack jobs that thought it would be a good idea to kidnap you.

It's been two months since Yeosang thought it was a good idea to have you join Kyomi. And it absolutely was not. Your plan to get out of there as quick as you could wasn't working as well as you hoped, but, everyday, you spent your hours looking for a way to leave, to report what exactly happened to you.

Your face would briefly show up on the news every now and again, with your family begging for you to find your way home, as if the police force haven't already ruled you out as presumed dead. 

The last everyone saw of you was at the National Bank, where you were pulled away by the rope tied behind your back. You still feel the rope around your wrists every now and again, waking up from nightmares, hoping it was all a joke that you were put in this position. 

Nevertheless, you pretended to be on their side. Seonghwa has lightened up to you, and will even indulge about San and Wooyoung's ridiculous behavior. Mingi was back in the game, having you taking over his spot as resident hacker of the group. Those coding classes would've done you well, if you had any idea this is what you'd be doing. Yet, it seems like every time you touched a keyboard, your mind blanks on why exactly you agreed to do this.

Yeosang has everything blocked on your computer, which you believed he put on as soon as Mingi said he'd want to join the guys on their heists. 

You've been given a new identity, essentially. They didn't call you "newscaster", they called you "Centipede," which you wholeheartedly believed was Yeosang's idea, after he shared his disgust to centipedes after. You and the arthropods. 

You wore an in-ear, just like Yeosang did, and talked with the guys while they were out, and it still hits the ear wrong when they call you the name. Like they were taunting you.

Aside from the new, definitely underpaying job and the new name, you could not even begin to describe the bedding situation. You shared a bed with 7 others; all guys. You were, rightfully so, tense every time you walked in after a shower to grab a fresh pair of clothes. The beds were lumpy and you slept on the bottom bunk, shared with Seonghwa at the top, who slept like a rock, but was surprisingly easy to wake up when it was needed. A slight tap on the shoulder and he was awake. You didn't understand that when you were first nabbed by them, when he was sleeping in the van. Not to mention, he slept max four hours. Wooyoung and Yunho had a bad snoring problem, so you could rarely get any sleep through the two months, but now, unfortunately, you were growing accustomed to it. It was like white noise. And you didn't even want to start with the splinters you received on the first night; bad mistake not thinking to borrow someone's slippers.

Hongjoong, Mingi and San were light sleepers. You'd shift in your bed across the room, and the three of them were already staring at you, like you were in the wrong. San slept with stuffed animals, which was entirely uncharacteristic of the Hornet you met the first time you were brought there. 

Everyone of them were uncharacteristically what you thought; Seonghwa was actually a sweetheart when he wasn't under pressure; he enjoyed building legos, and had the ones he built sitting in the shared window the two of you had. San was an animal lover, and you had to turn away multiple strays he brought back to the shack. Mingi was quiet. He had a bunch of interests that you really couldn't keep track of. Yunho was like a giant puppy. A single bit of praise and his invisible tail was wagging like he had happy tail. Hongjoong was much more serious than the others, despite his first introduction. Wooyoung was more or less the same, but when he wanted to be, he was much too serious than what you were used to. You were used to his boisterous laugh that echoed through the house, yet he gets pulled out into the field and he changes demeanor completely. Jongho wasn't fond of praise and gratitude, in fact, he spent most of his time waiting for the guys to finish up the heists by driving around, listening to girl groups. 

The only one you could never really understand was Yeosang. He seemed much like the same as when you first met and saw him. Bags under his eyes from staring at a screen all night and all day, disheveled hair and kept to himself. You both never slept at the same time. He was the eye in the sky, and the security. He slept around the time all of you woke up, yet, he was up and at 'em not even an hour or two after he slept. Now that you think about it, there was only eight beds available in the barracks, as you like to call them, and you were the eighth. It made you think about where exactly Yeosang would sleep, and you began to wonder if he took your place on the couch to rest or if he stole someone else's bed to sleep in.

This morning started like any other; restless, tired and exhausted, and you were aware that all the words you were repeating to yourself had the same meaning, but that only emphasized your point that you were so exhausted, you couldn't think of anything else. 

Yunho and Wooyoung were snoring so much that night, you thought they might've caught a cold from the way they sounded. Maybe that's why Wooyoung was so goofy with you, the lack of oxygen to his brain during sleep.

Hongjoong woke up and wandered over to you, nudging you slightly, and you turned to look at him. "Holy shit," he began, "I think you're beginning to spend a bit too much time with Yeosang." His finger went under his eye and began to swipe there back and forth. 

You sighed, sitting up, "It's not that. They never shut up." You whispered to him, pointing at the two chronic sleep apnea patients, "I'm so tired." The exhaustion was beginning to catch up to you, and you rubbed your eyes. 

Hongjoong smiled softly, "Well, today's a rest day while Jongho tries to find a new car for us to use the plates you found yesterday. Take the day to yourself."

You sighed, nodding lightly. 

Normally, taking a rest day back in your normal life, you would have went out shopping and went to visit friends and family. Now, all you had to yourself was a walk around the junkyard, occasionally ending it earlier than you would have liked to due to a pest running rampant through the disgusting, rusted cars and whatever trash was left in there. 

And that was definitely not going to cut it. 

"I'll make some breakfast. Eat, then come back up to rest." Hongjoong basically planned your entire day for you. All you wanted to do was sleep the day away, which is something you've done a lot on rest days. 

Hongjoong wandered around the corner to get downstairs and you laid back on the lumpy bed, your head meeting the pillow in a short second. The snoring seemed like it was getting louder by the second, and you were too exhausted to even move to cover your ears.

You shifted positions to face towards the empty bunk Hongjoong left, wrapping the weighted blanket around your body, and burrowing your nose into the soft fabric, sighing as you felt your tension melt away. 

If you were home in your apartment, you wouldn't have had this issue. You wouldn't have to try almost anything to fall asleep. Hell, you wouldn't have even woken up. Tale has it, you were a heavy sleeper before you were brought here. 

Shutting your eyes and hoping for the embrace of sleep to take you over, you sighed just as the steps creaked. Opening your eyes was already too much of a labor, so you just covered yourself more with the blanket.

A sigh exited from someone's lips, the floorboards creaking as they walked over towards the bottom bunk bed and laid back. Wooyoung was directly above them, as they laid in Hongjoong's empty bunk.

"Shut up." A kick was met to Wooyoung's stomach from underneath, right underneath the bed slats. "Get a mask." They scolded.

Opening your eyes, the exhaustion was already setting again, squinting as you looked across the short distance.

Yeosang laid on the bed, the shadow under his eyes already looking worse for wear. His shirt was discarded on the floor, and his sweatpants were below his hips. He covered his face with his forearm, sighing as his body relaxed. 

Okay, so Yeosang was attractive. That much was obvious. And, what's the worse that could happen? He breaks your heart because he's too focused on Kyomi? Or, he doesn't see you the same way because he works too close to you?

You blinked as you watched his body relax, his free hand resting on his belly, his fingers brushing the waistband of the grey sweatpants.

The last two months were long. Tiring, even. But, just like you would do in high school, you'd take extra care into your appearance, even if it meant you got a second longer of a look from someone.

"Stop staring at me." 

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the harsh call, feeling your ears bleed red. 

Yeosang moved the arm over his eyes and faced you, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

"Sorry." You mumbled, "I was spacing out."

Yeosang chuckled, "You're an idiot."

The jab was meant to be cruel, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes, and the smile that crossed his lips, and oh, my god, did you hear that laugh? The way he spoke, even if it was meant to be cruel was so soft, and you know it's just how he is; his care and warmth are there, despite the harsh words that bite at you.

You rolled your eyes, curling your legs under the blanket, "Are you going to sleep now?"

Yeosang shook his head, "I never really sleep much when I get up here." He mumbled, studying the slats as if there was something there, "Wooyoung and Yunho snore too loud."

You laughed softly, "Tell me about it."

Yeosang smiled softly, closing his eyes briefly, "I wonder if it's even worth sleeping in here."

Shaking your head, you smiled gently, "It's not." It was simple, shortcut. "I haven't gotten a good night's rest since I've been given this bunk."

Yeosang's face relaxed, turning his head back to you, "Can I ask you a question?" His voice was like shoes dragging through gravel, and his eyes stared at you intently. You couldn't help but nod. "Why did you agree to stay? And why haven't you even tried to leave yet?"

"Oh, my god, you mean I could've went home?" You asked sarcastically, your eyes playfully widened. But, you saw the look in his eyes and decided that maybe it was time you opened up to him. It was your turn to sigh, turning to look up at the slats that held Seonghwa's bed, "My life was going nowhere in the job I was in." You spoke simply, "I didn't even want to work for a big news station like that. I would've rather have worked back in my hometown, but, someone got the job I wanted."

Yeosang looked at your profile, his eyes scanning the way your nose was, the curve of your lips and the long eyelashes you had. He's worked beside you for two months, and he never noticed just how enticing you were. Your eyes turned to his, his heart nearly beating out of his chest.

"Besides," you started, "My family never really checked up on me." Shrugging, you got all the more comfortable, "Everything we see on the news feels a bit fake anyhow."

Yeosang couldn't really recall his family life before Kyomi and the Dream Texts.

"We've given you so many opportunities." Yeosang whispers. 

You chuckled, "Did you really though?" You asked softly, "The last two months, I'm scared to even try to sleep." 

Yeosang shook his head, "You didn't have to be scared." He mumbled, "We've always given you an option."

His eyes were shining, the sun hitting his brow bone to give you a better look at the honey eyes he had. 

"Well, I'm here now." You responded, his eyes completely captivating his beauty.

Yeosang and you held the eye contact, not saying another word to one another. Wooyoung and Yunho's snoring filled the air between you two.

Tension, heat and pressure surrounded you both, before Yeosang scooted himself off the bed and wandered over to you, climbing on top of you over the blanket and leaned his face close to yours.

"Do you feel it too?" He whispered, his lips only inches apart from yours.

A breath was caught in your throat, and you swallowed roughly. You assumed he was talking about the sudden tension that covered you both, and you agreed. You did feel it. It loomed over your head, every so often. Now, during missions, after missions.

"You do feel it." Yeosang smirked, leaning forward to encapsulating your lips with his own. 

The dream you've had every night about him was coming true. Yeosang had a sweet tooth, the citric acid from Sour Punch Straws he frequently ate echoed against your lips. His long hair practically covered his eyes as the strands brushed your cheeks. His hands were hot against yours as he intertwined your fingers with his own. His weight was distributed evenly on top of you, basically pinning you down to the bed.

Yeosang pulled his lips away from yours, his face still centimeters from yours, "I've been wanting to do that since you took over Mingi's desk."

You blushed, feeling the blood rush through your neck up to your ears.

Yeosang's hand gently cupped your cheek, rubbing your skin with his calloused thumb, "Tell me if you want me to stop."

His lips met your neck, his tongue gently running along the skin, his hand hot against your cheek. His lips left wet kisses against you, and when a gasp escaped on a certain spot, they turned up into a smile, gently biting the skin with his teeth. 

His lips, his lips, his lips, it was all you could think about as they moved from your neck, down your chest, stopping just at your belly button, placing gentle kisses on the skin and rubs your thighs with his hands.

You were so nervous, you honestly couldn't remember the last time you got laid, let alone by someone you work with. If you remembered correctly, it was a year or so-

Yeosang had pulled your shorts off, along with your panties, smiling softly, "Look at you, kitten. Aren't you so pretty?"

God, you thought, When he calls me that, it makes me want to scream. 

His smirk only grew wider, "Do you want to continue?"

You nodded your head vigorously, already sure that you would have given yourself whiplash, "Please."

Yeosang settled in between your legs on his stomach, throwing your legs over his shoulders and held your thighs in place with his hands.

His hands were strong, and veiny. They were warm around your thighs, compared to the cold chill in the air. His callused hands were rough against your soft skin, his tongue a nice heat against your mound.

Your hand shot to grab at his hair as he sucked on your clit, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Shh, baby, you don't wanna wake up the others, right?"

It was impossibly hard to think of keeping your moans back, since Yeosang was making you feel so good.

Yeosang continued his pace, his tongue dipping down in between your folds, working his fingers against your clit.

The thought of waking up the others from their slumber excited you, and almost made you infinitely more comfortable with the idea.

Yeosang kept his eyes trained on you as your chest rises and falls, watching how each movement of his tongue affected you. And when you began to groan, your legs shaking, Yeosang knew just how well of a job he was doing.

"Sang..." You whimpered, thighs threatening to squeeze against his head. 

Yeosang chuckled, using his thumb to pull the hood of your clit back to teasingly bite at it, lifting his head as you let out a loud yelp. He glanced around the room, hearing an interruption of Yunho's snore before he began once again, "Come on, kitty cat, can't you try to keep quiet?" He sat up, positioning himself between your legs, his buldge pressing against your heat, the sweats he wore staining with the wetness from your cunt.

"Sang..." Your voice was strained, looking up at him with begging eyes, "Fuck..."

"Can't get the words out?" Yeosang smiled, leaning forward as he laid on his arms on either side of your head, "Come here, baby." He whispered, pressing a deep kiss against your lips, one of his hands running through your hair just as the other tugged his sweats down, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, "Is this okay?" He gasped softly.

You nodded, "Yes, yes... More than okay."

Yeosang smiled softly, capturing your lips once more as he slowly pressed into you, the heat from the stretch as you grew accustomed to the size of his cock was painful, yet pleasurable. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby." He bottomed out, holding you close to him as he slowly moved his hips against your own. He chuckled as a loud moan escaped your lips, using the hand that tangled in your hair to cover your mouth, "Shh, shh, angel." He cooed softly as his thrusts grew faster, looking between the two of you where you were both connected.

Yeosang's cock twitched against your walls, listening to your groans and smiling as he felt you clench around him.

"Y/N!" a voice called up the stairs, and Yeosang and you both shared a look. "Hey, Y/N, are you still awake?" 

Yeosang adjusted your position so you both laid on your side, pulling the blanket over his head, looking up at you, "Pretend to be asleep." He whispered, his cock continuing to press into you. "And keep quiet."

You furrowed your brows, looking down at him before Hongjoong stepped up the stairs. Yeosang's hips continued to roll against yours, and you felt a soft whine about to escape your lips. 

"Hey, Y/N." Hongjoong approached the bed and despite your best efforts, you screwed your eyes shut, and buried your face in the pillow. Yeosang moved slow, pressing soft and silent kisses against your sternum. "Y/N, food's ready."

Your ears were bright red, the soft sounds of your wet cunt echoed against the walls. Or were you just toning out Yunho and Wooyoung's snoring? 

Hongjoong called your name one last time before he found his way back down the stairs. As if on cue, Yeosang peeked his head out from under the blanket, chuckling softly, "Good girl." He whispered, grasping your hips tightly in his hands, "You're just a good girl." Yeosang thrusted deep into you, "Gonna cum for me?" His thumb rubbed at your clit, his voice gruff and strained as he laughed at your convulsing.

"Mmhmm." You whined out, gasping as his thumb continued his assault.

"Cum for me, kitty." He whispered, moaning out as he felt his own climax quickly approaching, "Fuck, you feel so good."

As your cum dripped from your cunt, Yeosang was quick enough to pull out from your entrance, his cum coating your lower half, his gasps turning into panting as his cock twitched in his hand.

Yeosang chuckled breathlessly, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, "Fuck, baby." He smiled, holding your ankles gently to move your legs from around his hips, "I knew you'd feel good."

The action you both committed finally began to register in your brain. With 4 of the other members of the Kyomi group in the room. You quickly reached your hands up to hide your face, chuckling softly, "I can't believe we just did that." You whispered out.

"I can't believe we did that with the guys in here." He smiled, pecking your cheek before he pulled up his sweats and stood from the bed, rising his arms to hold the side of the top bunk, looking down at you, "Wait here." Yeosang turned to the restroom, grabbing a wash cloth and sitting beside you on the bed, "It's gonna be cold." He warned, chuckling softly as he pressed the cloth against your mound.

You blushed softly as his gentle hands cleaned your skin of his climax, "Did you mean what you said?"

Yeosang looked up to look at you, "You know me better than that." He mumbled, "You know I'm not one to say anything if I don't mean it."

"So, you've really been thinking about this since I took over Mingi's desk?"

Yeosang smiled, "Actually, I've been thinking about it since you got your callsign." He folded up the cloth, setting it down on the window sill, "I didn't make it up for no reason."

You pulled your bottoms up your legs, laying on your side to look at him, his arm around your hip as he leaned on his hand, smiling at you, "I thought you hated centipedes?"

"Sure. But, it's just a callsign." He shrugged, "It doesn't mean anything." He used his other hand to cup your cheek.

"Okay, sure." You rolled your eyes, smiling at him, "You must've had a lot of fun when taunting me."

"Sure did. Why? You liked it?" He chuckled, pinching your cheek between his fingers.

"Maybe I did."

"Bet you did."

"Yeosang!" A voice shouted up the stairs, and Yeosang was quick to move from where he sat, rushing down the stairs.

You could feel your heart racing in your throat at the urgent call and was about to follow until Seonghwa quickly dropped down from his bunk, "Stay here, Centi." He patted your shoulder as he moved around the room, waking up the remaining members, who also were quick to stand up.

Wooyoung and Yunho, who were formally snoring, furrowed their brows as they stood up. San shot up at the sound of urgency in Seonghwa's voice. 

"What's happening?" Your voice trembled, watching as the three men walked by, "Seonghwa, what's happening?"

Seonghwa almost made it past, before he sighed, "You wouldn't understand." He grumbled, "Just stay put." He continued down the stairs, skipping each step as he moved, "What's happening?"

The voices all blurred together, your feet slowly moving down the steps before you sat down just out of view.

"The cops are on their way." That was Hongjoong, "Mingi just confirmed with the scanner." You could hear the shaking of his voice.

"Jongho isn't back yet." Seonghwa glanced amongst them all, his arms crossed, "Meaning our means of leaving are pretty low."

"We could hide in the junkyard, couldn't we?" San whispered. 

Seonghwa rubbed his temples, "That's fucking stupid, San."

"We have 30 minutes to either pack up and get out of here, or 30 minutes to find a way to stand our ground." Yeosang grumbled, the echo of the mouse clicking between them all. 

Wooyoung stomped towards the steps, "Well what are we waiting for?"

Seonghwa sighed, "We'll never get anywhere in 30 minutes." He crossed his arms, "Packing up everything we need is too much of a hassle. Centi will never get far enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Yeosang interjected.

"She's not exactly the most active person, Sang. Why do you think I stuck her with you?" Seonghwa bit back, "We'll have to find a way to get out of this."

"Oh, dude, I can't go to prison again." Yunho groaned, tangling his hands in his hair.

"Yeosang, Mingi, wipe everything from the PC's. Hongjoong, San, you two find somewhere to get rid of our weapons. Yunho, try to get an update on Jongho." Seonghwa's brows were pinched together, crossing his arms over his chest once more, "We're gonna have to find a way to make us seem like normal people."

Everyone was quick to do their assigned tasks while you sat there on the stairs, your eyes glancing at them all from the railing of the stairs. Seonghwa turned back to the stairs, looking at you with sharp eyes.

You've remembered that look. The same look he gave you when he first saw you at the museum, and you felt just as small now as you did back then.

Seonghwa gripped your hair, looking at you, "Let me figure out you had something to do with this, and I won't stop hunting you down for the rest of your life."

"Ow, Seonghwa..." You grumbled, trying to pull your hair from his hand, and sighed as soon as he let go, "I promise, I didn't have anything to do with this."

Seonghwa continued to walk up the stairs, his eyes stuck on you until he turned the corner into the room. 

You glanced back over the railing, your eyes meeting Yeosang's. As if under a spell, you slowly began to move down the stairs to stand beside Yeosang, whose hand squeezed yours.

"I hope everything's okay." You whispered.

Yeosang smiled softly, "We'll be fine." His eyes focused on the screen, watching the recovery drive get moved to the USB plugged into the computer, "Not the first time this has happened."

Nodding your head, you moved to sit on the arm of his desk chair, his arm wrapping around his waist as he finished clicking his mouse.

Everyone was off doing what Seonghwa assigned them to do. San and Hongjoong returned from the junkyard covered in dirt, sweat rolling down their foreheads. Mingi and Yeosang both ran recovery drives through the computer before they both ripped apart the components and tossed them on their desks.

Seonghwa was stowed away upstairs and Yunho paced the front porch of the shack, the rain pattering atop the roof, a loud twang! echoing the room as the droplets rhythmically dripped into a steel bucket placed against the wall by the stairs.

"17 minutes out." Seonghwa called, tossing a backpack onto the couch; your couch that you were handcuffed to months ago.

You've grown to love the rundown shack; the leaky roof, the splintered floor, the creaky stairs. You thought you'd grow to hate the building, but... it grew on you like a rash. 

Yeosang glanced up at you as you sat on the arm of his chair, "You should go change." He whispered to you softly.

You nodded your head, "Yeah. Yeah, I'll go change." You stood up and made your way up the stairs as if someone else was controlling you. Your shoulders slumped, your head hanging down between them. You pulled on the pants one leg at a time, your shirt over your head, a coat, thick socks and shoes. 

"We can't bring her with us." You heard the voice, immediately recognizing it was Seonghwa.

Yeosang piped up, "And why not?"

"At the moment, she's one of the largest missing person's case in the country. If someone sees her with us," Seonghwa trailed off.

"We can't just leave her." Mingi mumbled, cursing to himself as a clatter dropped to the floor, "We're safer if we take her with us."

Seonghwa voice strained, "She won't say anything." He scoffed, "She's too afraid."

"She's coming with us." Your heart twanged as Yeosang's voice dropped, "End of discussion."

"Since when have you been one to make decisions?" The sound of Seonghwa's heavy boots bounced off the walls.

"Since you've grown more incompetent." Yeosang responded back, "She's coming with us."

You adjusted the jacket over your shoulders, staring at the backboard of the old closet, trying to make it seem like you weren't evasdropping at a time like this just as Yeosang reached over your shoulder to grab his own pair of clothes.

"You shouldn't be listening to that stuff." Yeosang leaned against the wall as he pulled on his clothing, moving some of his hair from his eyes, "You know Seonghwa's just being dramatic." 

"I can't help it." You shrug, turning to look at him as he laced up the boots, "Yeosang."

"Hm?"

"What's supposed to happen?"

Yeosang paused from tying his shoe before he started once more, "Same thing that happens everytime we get caught up like this; run until we find somewhere to set base again." He mumbled, "Y/N, you know, if you do this..." He stood up, grabbing your hand in his own, squeezing it, "If you do this, you'll be just like us." 

You furrow your brows, "Have I not always been like you guys?"

"Of course you have, but... this'll seal the deal. Before, you were just collateral, a hostage. But now, if you follow us down this path, you'll be a fugitive. You won't be able to go back."

You shrugged, "Well, I don't wanna go back."

"No," Yeosang chuckled bitterly, "No, you don't understand." He shook his head, "Think about it. Use the last..." He glanced at his bare wrist as if there was a watch there, but you knew he was counting down the seconds in his head, "15, 14 minutes of this time to really think."

He walked off, despite one of his boots not being tied through, not giving you a second glance. 

You stood in the middle of the room, as everyone moved in and out, grabbing their items, their clothes, their prized possessions. Hongjoong was kind enough to pack up Jongho's belongings for him.

You spent that time really thinking like Yeosang said to. You thought about your life before these two months; it was bitter, it was bland and it was unexciting. But, here... with the boys, with Yeosang, it was everything you wished for. You didn't have to dress a certain way to work. You didn't have to pretend to like the people you worked with. You didn't have to pretend like everything was okay. 

You moved your feet down the steps, seeing the 7 men who you have grown so accustomed to standing in a circle, glancing you up and down as you tightened the straps of the bag over your shoulders. 

"What are you guys waiting for?" You mumbled, looking at them all as you approached the door. 

And despite your excitement to pull open the door to the downpour, seeing eight to nine police cars skidding along the road with their lights flashing and sirens chirping was enough to have you withdraw your hand from the handle.

"Shit, they're here!" San shouted, looking out the windows to the front of the shack, "If we go out there..."

"Stop making a bad situation worse." Seonghwa bit, "They aren't gonna shoot on sight. They have too damn much to ask."

"What are we gonna do, Hwa?" Yunho asked.

Seonghwa pushed his way to the front, gently moving you aside as he slowly opened the door, his hands raised, "Don't shoot." He grumbled, lacing his fingers behind his head as he stepped down the shack's rickety steps.

The rain water pattered on his head, moving close enough to look down at the police.

"My name is Park Seonghwa." He shouted, "I'm 25 years old. I was born in Jinju. I have an older brother. My blood type is..." He was listing out random facts about himself, until an officer approached him and was quick to cuff him.

"They've got Wasp." Hongjoong dropped his items and went out into the rain, steam practically escaping his ears as he tried to intervene, only to be met with the butt of a gun and fall into the mud.

"Shit." 

"Show yourselves." You recognized the man on the intercom. God, how could you forget? You've spoken to him so many times. The police chief of the National Police Force.

San was the first to lead the way out the door with his hands up, Mingi, then Yunho, then you, then Yeosang. Police officers began to surround the area, Seonghwa now being moved into the back of a police car, Hongjoong's unconscious body being placed in the back of the same one. One by one, they got handcuffed.

"Yeosang!" You shouted, ready to run to him before the police chief placed a heavy hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N..." Yeosang barely whispered over the rain, before he was shoved into the back of a police car, sat beside Yunho was looked like he was about ready to start kicking at the officers.

You gave one final panicked look at the Kyomi members in the back of the police cars; a calm and collected Seonghwa, an unconscious Hongjoong, a panicked San and Mingi, an angry Yunho. Yet, you couldn't read Yeosang. You never could. 

You couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The police questioned you for hours about the last two months you spent with Kyomi, and you spent a lot of time with a hired therapist they said that brought in to help hostage victims. Your family were ecstatic to see you, nearly moved to tears at the sight of you wearing the black clothes, your shoes covered in mud and your hair stringy from the rain.

Despite answering their questions to the best of your ability without incriminating anybody, the entire time all you could think about was "Where's Yeosang? Is he in the station too?"

You were granted release from the station not long after being taken in, the blanket wrapped over your shoulders and holding the cup of coffee they offered you as they kicked you out like a newborn calf. You sniffled softly from the chill of the rain lingering in the air.

You glanced upwards, and your bottom lip trembled as you saw Jongho sitting there in a car, climbing inside beside him.

Neither of you shared words; Jongho wasn't one for that, but he did gently pat you on the head as soon as he turned the car on and began to drive off, the sound of 2NE1 filling the quiet space.

You never knew what happened to the boys. Jongho and you both tried to figure out what exactly happened but... there was never much about it on the news or anywhere else. Yeosang, the boys and that rundown old shack in the middle of an old junkyard were an exciting new beginning to a life you only got a taste of. But now, you'd have to live with the bitter, bland and boring life that you had previously. 

Becoming a news reporter wasn't your first option...

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[yeeehwa]

The Leaders

Pairing: ot8 Ateex x fem!reader

genre: mafia, gang, smut, fluff

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: blood. violence. cursing. slight strangulation. knives. please lmk if I missed anything <3

a/n: this is extremely unedited, but I wanted to post something I've had cookin for a while. title is in progress, as well as the plot, so please take it with a grain of salt. still a huge work in progress! please let me know what you think as feedback is always appreciated!

They’re coming.

The thought excited you more than it should, but they were finally coming. It made you giddy just thinking about it.

A static sounded in your ear as Hajoon, your gangs ‘technology specialist’ as he likes to correct you, spoke. “They’re on the grounds. Get into position.”

You scoffed, knowing full well he heard through the ear piece. “Bold of you to assume I’m not already in it.” You threw the baseball that had been resting on the desk into the air, catching it once gravity decided to intervene.

A cheeky smile formed on your face as he sighed in exasperation. “You do understand that I’m literally watching you throw the baseball around while you have your boots up on the Boss’s desk, throwing said baseball.”

Looking towards where you knew the cameras were placed, you stuck your tongue out.

“Oh, very mature Y/N.”

“Suck a dick Joon.” You pressed a button on the side of your in-ear, cutting the connection to him as you stood up. Slowly, you stretched your arms above your head, flicking the bird to the man you knew was monitoring your every move.

You knew him, and knew he was rolling his eyes at the gesture, but smiling at your image on his screens affectionately.

Rolling your neck and hearing a satisfying crack, you smiled, grabbed a small rope that hung from the beams in the ceiling, and started to climb. 

You settled yourself into the comfortable darkness of the shadows in the beams in the ceiling. Tucking your braided hair back into your hood, you pull it up over your head, and adjusted your black neck gaiter over your nose, leaving only your eyes exposed. You pulled the rope up next to you, making sure none of it was hanging.

A smirk came over your face as the doors burst open. Seven men entered the room in pairs, the lone man at the back of the group just sauntering in, eyes flicking around the room in disinterest. 

“Yeosang,” one of them whispered. “Where did your contact say it was?”

Contact? Traitor. There was a rat among your crew. You filed away the information to report back to the boss.

It was hard to keep track of all of the men in the room. You thought they’d only send two. HaJoon said there would most likely be two. ‘Shit.” 

Wooyoungs head jerked as he heard your quiet curse, following the direction the noise came from. You locked eyes with him, but he didn’t notice. Your full black outfit helping to keep you hidden. His brows furrowed, and he shook his head, telling himself that he had just imagined it.

Yunhos eyes shifted around the room. Something to him felt off. The air was tense, but there was a feeling in his gut that something wasn’t right. “Something doesn’t feel right Hwa.”

A slight nod from the man was all he got in acknowledgement. He felt it too. It was too easy for them to get in. Too easy to navigate, considering how much security their recon had reported strolling the grounds. 

“Keep your guard up.” The command from their Captain came through their in-ears. “This is most likely a trap.”

You stood then, smiling when you felt the satisfying stretch of your legs. A wolfish grin came over your face as you decided to make your grand entrance.

Arms stretched out to either side of you, rope grasped tightly in your hand, you slowly let yourself teeter on the edge, before falling. The adrenaline and anticipation of the fall and thought of a potential fight makes your heart jump in excitement.

You landed on the broad shoulders of the tallest one, surprising them all as you wrapped your legs around his neck, locking them, and using the momentum of catching him off guard to fling both of you forward. Putting all of your weight into it, you sent the both of you crashing down. Once you felt the solid floor underneath you, you rolled, using the forward motion to get back on your feet and disappear back into the shadows.

“What the fuck?” Mingi cried as he rushed towards Yunhos form. He laid there, stunned. Not unconscious, but dazed, trying to process the last few seconds. Mingi kneeled next to his best friend, helping him into a sitting position.

The others had their guns out and at the ready, wildly swinging them from side to side, aiming at nothing and everything. Looking for some kind of movement. Waiting for a noise from the assailant. Anything that would give them some kind of hint of what they were up against.

They all calmed down, giving it a second before striking again. Pulling some of your throwing knives from your belt, you silently took aim at the closest figure to you. A sickening squelching sound was heard as you hit your mark, the blade sinking into his arm.

Wooyoung yelped as he felt the stinging pain of the knife in his bicep. He panicked, firing his pistol in the general direction that it had come from. Yells and a cry for him to stop as the rest of them ducked down, trying to avoid the friendly fire. “What’s happening?” Hongjoong radioed in. He heard the commotion, but felt detached that he couldn’t see and assess the situation. 

“They have a Ninja!” Wooyoung screeched as San pulled the small knife from his arm, tightening the band that he had around his arm as a makeshift tourniquet.

“An assassin.” Seonghwa shot Wooyoung a look. “They knew we were coming.”

“Get the files and get out.” five pairs of eyes looked at Yeosang, who nodded in return and slipped away.

Choosing to ignore him for now, you eyed the situation in front of you, assessing who to target next. What you should use on him. Your dagger? The whip you keep on your side? A wide smile spread across your face as an idea struck you.

You let yourself make noise. Boots pounding on the hardwood floor as you slowly emerged from the shadows, cocking your head to the side, and held both your arms up in a surrender. Smirking under your mask, you spoke. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s not fair to bring a gun to a knife fight?” The sounds of bullets being chambered caused you no concern. You enjoyed this game.

“Who are you?” A venomous look in the eyes of Jongho. His hands were free of weapons, but you knew how deadly his fists were. Unlike them, you had done your research.

“Aww Baby Bear. You don’t recognize me?” you pouted at him. “I’m hurt. I remember you.” 

“Y…Y/N?” Yunho addressed you, one arm slung around Mingi’s shoulder as he fully lifted him off the ground. 

“It’s Mist. But close enough.” You shrugged.

Tension hung in the air as they processed. Mist. The assassin known all over the underground, ruthless, deadly. San glanced down at the throwing knife he pulled out of Wooyoung, seeing your cursive M on the handle. The calling card you left at every kill.

Seonghwas eyes scanned you up and down. He was the only one whose expression never changed once they realized it was you. His eyes were cold, and calculated. “You’re not my Y/N.”

HaJoon then decided to interrupt. “Girl, what the hell are you doing?”

Rolling your eyes you let out an exasperated sigh. “Joon, I'm having fun.” you whined out at him.

“Boss is gonna kill you if you keep going. Take them out and grab the files. Order from the Boss.” a disconnecting sound came and you rolled your eyes again.

“Well.” You sounded disappointed. “I’d hate to ruin such a pretty face.” you shrugged. “All well.” Your fingers quickly tapped a button you had rigged on your palms, and more of your throwing knives shot into the air. Catching them, you didn’t hesitate to immediately throw them at Seonghwa.

He dodged, pulling his pistol from its holster and aimed towards you. He lost sight as you jumped back into the shadows.

“Get out of there.” Hongjoong command. His self control strung tight as he heard your voice. It had snapped when you confirmed it was, in fact, you. His frustration came out in a growl, and he pulled his only way to communicate with the others out of his ear, smashing it. Anger for what you had become. Sadness that he couldn’t stop it. Emotions squeezed his heart as he swept all of the plans, his desk lamp, and a replica of his favorite ship, onto the floor, shattering on impact. Another frustrated noise left him as he sat in his pile of destruction.

“Captain?” Mingi had kept repeating.

“You heard him. We have to go.” Seonghwa quickly started taking steps back, eyes and gun never leaving the spot where you disappeared. A flash of silver came for him out of his peripheral, and he moved, but not soon enough. The sharpened edge caught his cheek, leaving a shallow cut. 

“Hwa, without the files?” Wooyoung darted to take a step towards the darkness. A rope shot out from the darkness, lassoing itself around Wooyoungs neck, pulling him into you.

“Hey there gorgeous,” you kissed his cheek as you tightened the rope around his neck. “No hard feelings.” 

His fingered clawed at your hands, trying to make you loosen your grip on it, as something slammed into you, throwing you to the floor.

“Ah. Yeosang. I was wondering when you were gonna show up. My sweet little Doberman to the rescue.” You stood up, dusted yourself off, and motioned for Yeosang to come at you. He stood there, just staring at you.

“Are you gonna make the first move? Or are you too much of a pussy?” You batted your lashes at him. “Sweet baby Yeosang. Who couldn’t hurt a fly. Just like I re- oof!” the wind was knocked out of you as he rushed you, his shoulder making contact with your chest and knocking you flat on your back.

You laughed. Even though he didn’t say anything, you knew you got under his skin. You coughed, groaning as you caught your breath, but still, you couldn’t help but rile him up even more. You tutted your tongue towards him and rolled to your side, spitting out a bit of blood. “I see I hit a nerve there.”

He scoffed at you, and looked over his shoulder quickly, making sure the others were getting out. He saw them all quickly rushing out, Wooyoung being supported by San as he sputtered and coughed. Angry red marks were seen all around his neck, thanks to you and your rope. Yeosangs vision turned red as he saw the marks, and saw how you just laughed and taunted him.

He stalked towards you, hand coming down to grasp your throat, grip tight. He picked you up and slammed you into the wall. You winced a bit as the back of your head made contact with the wall.

“Oh kinky. It’s always the quiet ones that are the freaks.” Gasping for breath and dizzy from the impact of your head, you still were able to get a quip out, which made the hand around your throat tighten, and his other hand made its way to your hair, pushing your head roughly back into the wall.

He looked down at you, as you started at him, slightly dazed from both hits to your head. He smirked. “Not so big and strong now, are you Y/N-nnie?” His grip tightened even more. “Can’t hide in the shadows anymore.”

He felt your hands weaken its grasp on his own, before falling limp at your side. Your body slumped as you slipped into unconsciousness.

The hold on your throat was released, your unconscious body falling unceremoniously to the floor. Yeosang turned his back on you, bag slung over his shoulder. He didn’t look back.

“Did you kill her?” Yunho questioned; his only acknowledgement of Yeosang regrouping with them. A small shake of his head, and a sigh of relief came from him and a few others.

“Did you get them?”

Yeosang unzipped his bag, showcasing its contents to the others. In it, they saw a pile of papers, folders, and even a miniature of an old pirate ship. Hongjoong will be happy.

A heated discussion broke out between San and Wooyoung, drawing the attention of the others. “We have to go back,” San finally announced.

“We can’t.” the monotone Seonghwas voice 

“Y/N is there!”

“Y/N picked her side. There’s nothing we can do about it. We got what we were after.” The door slammed as the car took off, taking them away from you and back to their Captain.

#ateez #ateez fic #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #ateez hongjoong #seonghwa x reader #ateez wooyoung #ateez yunho #ateez san #ateez jongho #ateez yeosang #ateez mingi #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #mingi x reader #jongho x reader #mafia ateez #mafia au #gang ateez

[stayteezdreams]

Ateez Masterlist

*everything is gn!reader insert unless stated otherwise

If you notice any missing or incorrect links, please let me now~

OT8

Headcanons/Scenarios:

→ Ateez x Petnames (x reader)

→ First Dates - Hyung Line (x reader/fluff/cute) ↳ First Dates - Maknae Line (x reader/fluff/cute)

→ Ateez comforting s/o after messing up while being an MC (fluff/comfort)

→ 'Finding out BF!Ateez are Supernatural Creatures' (angst/comfort)

→ Spending Valentines Day Together - Hyung Line (cute/fluff) → Spending Valentines Day Together - Maknae Line (cute/fluff)

Fake Texts:

→ Contact Names - Hyung Line (crack/fun) ↳ Contact Names - Maknae Line (crack/fun)

→ Accidental Confessions - Hyung Line (fluff/cute) ↳ Accidental Confessions - Maknae Line (fluff/cute)

Fics/Oneshots:

→ Meet-Cute Series (masterlist/complete)

Hongjoong

Camera Rolls/Moodboards:

→ Camera Roll while dating Hongjoong

Fics/Oneshots:

→ 'Change of Plans: Part One' (meet-cute) ↳ 'Change of Plans: Part Two' (cute/romantic)

→ 'Haunted' (spooky/gen/bit of fluff)

Seonghwa

Headcanons:

→ Taking care of each other when sick (comfort/whump/cute)

Fics/Oneshots:

→ 'Lost In You: Part One' (meet-cute) ↳ 'Lost In You: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

→ 'Favor' (fake dating/fluff/romance)

Series:

→ 'And His Name Was Death' (Death!Seonghwa) *In Progress ↳ Part One ★ Part Two

Yunho

Fics/Oneshots:

→ 'Special To Me: Part One' (cute/comfort/meet cute) ↳ 'Special To Me: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

→ 'I'll Keep You Safe' (spooky/fun/fluff)

→ 'Mistletoe Mischief' (cute/fluff)

Yeosang

Fics/Oneshots:

→ 'Room With A View: Part One' (meet-cute) ↳ 'Room With A View: Part Two' (gen/cute)

→ 'Cozy' (fluff/comfort/Christmas)

San

Fics/Oneshots:

→ 'A Better Ending: Part One' (cute/romantic/meet cute) ↳ 'A Better Ending: Part Two' (fluff/romantic)

→ 'Stranded Together' (fluff/spooky)

→ 'Eggnog Confession' (fluff/little angst)

Mingi

Fics/Oneshots:

→ 'At First Sight: Part One' (fluff/meet-cute) ↳ 'At First Sight: Part Two' (cute/fun/fluff)

→ 'Until I Met You' (jealous!mingi; fluff/cute)

Wooyoung

Fics/Oneshots:

→ 'Hooked On You:Part One' (meet-cute/fluff) ↳ 'Hooked on You: Part Two' (fluff)

→ 'Hold Still' (fun/fluff)

Jongho

Fics/Oneshots

→ 'Apple of My Eye' (fluff/crack/drabble)

→ 'Boy Next Door: Part One' (meet-cute) ↳ 'Boy Next Door: Part Two' (fluff/cute)

→ 'Hotel For Ghosts' (fun/spooky/light crack & fluff)

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[silv3rswirls]

Carving Pumpkins with Ateez

🎃Seonghwa🎃

It’s just a normal, chill evening with him when you decide to carve pumpkins. You relax and chat, helping each other cut straight lines and use toothpicks to stick sharp teeth in Seonghwa’s pumpkin mouth. The two of you end up absorbed in a Halloween movie with your finished pumpkins sitting side by side.

🎃Hongjoong🎃

You decide to change it up and bring out some paint sets for your pumpkins rather than carving them. They’ll last a little longer and you can be even more creative with designing them. Hongjoong loves sitting next to you and focuses on making pretty swirls and faces on his.

🎃Yunho🎃

He wants to make the scariest pumpkins. He has ideas saved to his camera roll already. He lets you cheat off his pumpkin design to make yours scary as well, and when he’s finished he holds it up at you and makes growly monster noises at you.

🎃Yeosang🎃

He helps you with everything you ask him to. He holds it steady and cuts out those tricky parts you can't get. Even pulls all the seeds and guts out for you. Honestly, he doesn’t even care about his pumpkin, he just wants yours to be perfect because of how excited you were to carve them. 

🎃Mingi🎃

Decide he wants to spice your pumpkin carving time up by making you race him in who can carve it faster. You roll your eyes and just carve normally, while he speeds through it. It looks wacky but he’s happy to win the “competition.” Lucky for him there’s extra to carve over again.

🎃San🎃

You both pick a monster to base it on. While you’re busy cutting up and wrapping gauze around your mummy pumpkin, he’s busy looking at pictures of werewolves and trying to figure out how to get fur on this thing. Yours is all cute and wrapped up while his is a little rough around the edges, but they look perfect next to each other.

🎃Wooyoung🎃

As you expected, it was chaos. It was messy, he’s flicked seeds at you all night to get on your nerves. He’s bullying your pumpkin because he looks so much scarier while yours is too cute and he is just sooo scary it’ll eat yours up. Honestly, he has fun teasing you and you have just as much fun laughing with him

🎃Jongho🎃

You decide to carve each other’s faces in the pumpkins. He’s unsure at first, but soon enough he’s fully focused on carving and looking at every feature on you for his masterpiece. It doesn’t come out as good as he wanted, but he still insists it looks perfect because it's you, and you’re so perfect to him.

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[tafeekafee]

⏳🧸 I want to feeling my life

Sickie: Jongho

Caretakers: Seungmin, Lee Know and briefly Hongjoong

On a normal day, Jongho loved ISAC.

He enjoyed sports after all, he liked living on the high of adrenaline with exhaustion deep in his muscles. Though seeing his idol friends from other groups was definitely the highlight. Often enough their schedules wouldn’t match up for months and they would not see each other besides a short hi backstage at a stressful award show. So he had looked forward to it.

But today was not a normal day.

Jongho had woken up feeling off. At first he had blamed his exhaustion on lack of sleep due to stressful schedules but when he barely managed to choke down breakfast he had to admit to himself something was wrong. His stomach felt unwell; full and rolling. The slight ache had turned to annoying nausea over the day – which … not good. Still, he didn’t dare tell his managers or his hyungs. He didn’t want to cause problems. He wanted his hyungs to have the good time he apparently couldn’t have today. After all he might be the maknae but the moment he had joined the final KQ fellaz lineup he had promised himself he wouldn’t be a burden, he could take care of himself. He wanted to be responsible, in his family he was the hyung. So, he didn’t need to and didn’t know how to ask for help. Yet … his hyungs had broken through his defences a long time ago.

They made sure to help him balance himself out. Jongho was the maknae but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be strong. They all agreed, and he had to admit that getting taken care of by somebody else was nice sometimes.

But he couldn’t afford being sick and especially being taken care of today. He couldn’t make his hyungs miss the event they all had looked forward to. None of his hyungs were really into sports but meeting their friends was special. Also, exposure to Korean media was always good for a small company group.

Still, sitting alone on the racing track while everybody around him seemed to have an amazing time, he couldn’t help but envy his hyungs who were talking carefree with their friends. Jongho had seen Seonghwa and Hongjoong in deep talk with Bang Chan and Felix from Stray Kids and Eric from The Boyz. Yunho was catching up with Juyeon, Q and Sangyeon. Mingi was hanging out with ONEUS and Wooyoung was off somewhere with Changbin. Jongho had lost sight of San and Yeosang some time ago.

And then there he was, sitting alone and feeling more and more sick with every minute. Self-pity was normally not his way but right now it fit his situation.

An unexpected hand on his shoulder had him jumping in surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”, Seungmin apologized, looking down at him. The older idol was a good friend of his since they had both found common ground in being terrified to work with Eunkwang from BtoB in the vocal unit on Kingdom: Legendary War.

“Ah, it’s fine”, he said quietly. Seungmin seemed to not mind his following silence and plopped down next to him so that their shoulders were touching. Jongho didn’t mind the company of the older man at all, he just hadn’t expected him to approach him when he had so many other options. Surely Seungmin wanted to catch up with him but Jongho didn’t feel up to small talk at all. He swallowed down a wave of nausea again.

After a few seconds, his hyung couldn’t seem to keep quiet. “Are you okay, Jongho-yah?”, he asked carefully, apparently noticing how out of character Jongho was acting. Jongho couldn’t blame him, he would have asked the same question if the roles were reversed. That didn’t mean he wanted to tell Seungmin that he felt like he was about to puke in front of thousands of people.

“Yeah, I’m fine, hyung”, he lied and pulled his knees to his chest. He had vowed to himself he would not disturb his members’ good times with his problems and that had to count for other idols too. Even though he desperately wanted to tell somebody.

Sitting surrounded by other idols, cameras and fans under the heat of the sun beating down at them made everything so much worse. He wished he had a fan but Wooyoung had snatched it from him some time ago. For a moment he felt close to crying, despairing over his situation. He couldn’t just leave without raising suspicion, he couldn’t tell his hyungs and ask for their help and he most certainly didn’t want to be sick in full view.

No. He was strong.

“It’s just normally you are more … lively?”, Seungmin added quietly. “I don’t mean to press but I didn’t want you to be alone.” Seungmin was so kind. Jongho hated him for it but flushed at the same time.

“I’m okay, hyung”, he answered shortly.

Out of a sudden, with no warning his stomach rolled badly, worse than it had all day. Instantly the nausea got worse and he needed to keep swallowing heavily. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. He was not about to throw up.

But the possibility that it was going to happen grew with each second.

Seungmin mustered him with something akin to worry in his eyes and Jongho’s resolves crumbled. Trusting his friend with his fear seemed to be better than trying to handle himself alone.

“I’m sorry, I lied, hyung”, he whispered, “I feel so bad. I’m so nauseous.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened in shock and he frantically looked around.

“Are you going to be sick?”, he asked, trying to calm down his own panic. Surely Seungmin had not expected these words and, while responsible, he was part of the maknae-line of Stray Kids. He was not used to helping out in this kind of way.

“Not quite yet”, Jongho said miserably. “I don’t want to.”

“Let me get one of your hyungs”, Seungmin said nervously.

“No, please”, Jongho pleaded. He didn’t want to inconvenience Seungmin but he really didn’t want his hyungs to drop everything for him. Still, he couldn’t deny the thought of a hyung helping and taking over the situation was nice. The bathrooms were far away after all and probably crowded. There was no way he could get sick there alone, in peace.

So when Seungmin offered the next solution he reluctantly agreed.

His Stray Kids’ hyung left and Jongho did all he could to act like everything was okay. He loved ATINY but he knew they would take apart every small video or photo they would get their hands on. The word “embarrassment” would not be enough to describe a situation where they caught on that he was feeling closer to puking everywhere with every passing minute.

⏳

His vision darkened as somebody knelt down in front of him, blocking him from the unrelenting sun. He blinked and looked up at the rather unfamiliar face.

“Hello, Jongho-yah”, Lee Know said gently, “Min-ah said you’re not feeling so good?”

Jongho nodded, looking up with wide eyes at the older idol. He hadn’t interacted much with him before. They had been in different units on Kingdom and while he had heard from Wooyoung, San, Yunho and Yeosang how kind of a hyung he was and the fact that he and Seonghwa were best friends, Jongho himself was very unfamiliar with him. For a second he wished he hadn’t insisted on protecting his hyungs’ fun, terrified by being left alone with a sunbae he didn’t really know while sick.

But he had dealt these cards himself, so trying to be brave, he just nodded. He was too tired and sick to converse. Besides, he trusted his hyungs’ judgement of character. Lee Know seemed awfully nice and he was the one Seungmin chose. He decided to trust him, having no real other option.

“How about we get you out of here, hm?”, Lee Know asked, “no use in sitting here feeling unwell.”

“Yes, sunbaenim”, Jongho said, “thank you.” He was glad Lee Know didn’t ask why he didn’t want his members’ help. And getting to sit in a cool dressing room out of sight seemed heavenly.

“Just act normal, like we are just walking around”, Lee Know advised and helped him to his feet. Without a word he wrapped an arm around Jongho’s waist to steady him. Staytiny would love this interaction. Jongho didn’t love it at all. His legs awfully felt like jelly now that he was upright and the sickness was hitting him hard.

“Where are your managers? Do you know which entrance you took to get out into the arena?”

Jongho shook his head. He had not taken notice of much beside how awful he was feeling all day.

“No matter, I’ll take you to our dressing room, the managers will figure something out.”

Lee Know led him past Seungmin who just smiled at them, probably knowing that Jongho didn’t want a fuss, especially not in public.

“How long have you been feeling sick? Did you throw up before?”, his sunbaenim asked as they walked towards the inside of the stadium where the changing rooms and the bathrooms were located. Some idols looked at them but they weren’t stopped. Apparently they noticed that they were not just strolling around but heading somewhere with a destination. Hopefully, they didn’t guess the right one.

“Since I woke up I felt off. Haven’t thrown up. Yet”, Jongho admitted quietly.

“You know that coming here was very irresponsible, I don’t need to tell you that. But why didn’t you tell your hyungs?”, Lee Know scolded lightly.

In his sick mental state Jongho couldn’t help but shrink into himself. He didn’t want to deal with an angry sunbae while he was sick.

“I’m sorry, Lee Know-ssi”, Jongho said, pulling away slightly and stopping to look at the older man. “I didn’t want to inconvenience my hyungs or you. I’m very sorry.”

But he had never needed to worry.

“Oh, Jongho-yah”, Lee Know replied, his voice calm and soothing, “I should be the one who is sorry, I know I can come off as too harsh. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I was just curious as to why. Your team seems so close, so I was worried.”

“My hyungs are the best”, Jongho agreed, “but I guess, I wanted them to have fun. They’ve been talking for days about how much they were looking forward to seeing so many of their friends again. If I had said I was sick Seonghwa-hyung or Hongjoong-hyung would have stayed with me and I didn’t want them to miss this.”

“I get it, though I don’t agree”, Lee Know offered, “but speaking as a hyung to six dongsaengs: If any of them were sick I would want them to know to come to me if they are unwell and that missing one event in the grand scheme of things is not a tragedy.”

“Thank you, sunbaenim”, Jongho said quietly. He truly was thankful for the reassurance but still the longer he stood, the more his stomach was starting to feel really unsettled. A queasy burp surprised both him and Lee Know. A bitter taste remained in his mouth and Jongho stared at the older idol in shock.

“Call me Minho-hyung”, Lee Know said hurriedly, “let’s get you inside.”

⏳

Rushing with a sour stomach was not a recommendable activity, Jongho mused, though puking in front of fans, cameras and other idols was definitely worse. Quickly they reached one of the doors to get inside and as soon as the door closed behind them, Jongho sunk down into a crouch, hands pressed to his mouth. Immediately Minho knelt down next to him, pushing his sweat-soaked hair from his face.

“I’m sorry for the speed”, he mumbled. If Jongho had the ability to answer at the moment he would have protested, knowing the speed was the only thing that had saved (some parts of) his dignity. But he had to focus on taking deep breaths through his nose to keep his stomach where it belonged. He gagged dryly once, but the second time a small amount of water came rushing up his throat and he helplessly spat it on the ground beside him. Tears welled up in his eyes. This was so bad.

Luckily, that seemed to be all that was coming up for now.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered, staring helplessly at the clear puddle.

“Don’t worry about it. Can you get to the bathroom?”, Minho asked quietly, rubbing his back. Taking stock of his body Jongho found the nausea still very present but not as overwhelming and threatening as it was a few minutes ago. He nodded and let himself be pulled to his feet for the second time that day.

Standing upright again was a whole different task. He swayed for a second until Minho adjusted the grip on his arm. The bathrooms were further inside the stadium and by the time they found the entrance sign Jongho was sure he would be sick the moment he was in front of a toilet. He just hoped the bathroom was empty.

Luck was not on his side. The bathroom were not only not empty, there was even a line. “Hyung”, Jongho involuntarily whimpered, panicked. Lee Know just squeezed his arm and turned to address the other idols who were watching them.

Jongho’s stomach lurched. There was no time for what Lee Know was planning, no time to wait. Left with the only option beside throwing up on the floor, Jongho lurched towards the sinks where The Boyz’ Jacob was washing his hands.

He had barely made it over a sink beside the one the older idol was using before his stomach send its contents up his throat. He retched and gagged helplessly, staring down in shock at last night’s dinner as he continued to bring up mouthfuls of sick. Jongho was vaguely aware of people exclaiming in shock but his aching stomach and the unpleasantness of the situation made him block out most sounds. He thought he heard Hongjoong’s name but he wasn’t sure. He would give a lot for his hyung’s comforting presence right now.

As the heaves died down and he managed to catch his breath, he felt a steady hand on his back again. This were the worst few moments of his life, throwing up in front of so many sunbaes.

“Hyung”, he gasped and immediately Minho answered: “I’m here, baby, deep breaths.” The older idol wet a tissue under the water, simultaneously washing away most of his shame, and wiped Jongho’s mouth. If he wasn’t so unwell and able to be more embarrassed he would be. But his mental state and the sickness didn’t care about normal Jongho. Right now he wanted comfort.

Minho seemed to sense this and gently wrapped him in his arms. “It’s okay”, he whispered. “I made the others leave, they didn’t mind. Keeho and Leedo are making sure nobody is coming in and Jacob and some others are looking for one of your hyungs.”

Jongho just nodded against his shoulder, pressing his eyes shut, as Minho kept rubbing his back.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, only pulling apart when the door was opened abruptly. They both turned around to find Hongjoong looking at them with worry and fondness in his eyes.

“Hey, baby”, his captain greeted with a tiny smile and walked over to them, brushing Jongho’s hair out of his face. “Jacob said you are sick? How are you feeling?”

“Sick, hyung, ashamed”, Jongho whispered, unable to meet his eyes. Surely Hongjoong was angry at him beneath his calm smile. After all, be had been pulled from having fun with the news of his maknae’s sickness. Even if he wasn’t he sure was not happy about the fact that Jongho had made such an uproar, inconveniencing so many of their sunbaenims.

“I’m sorry”, Hongjoong said sadly, opening his arms in a rarely initiated hug. “Hyung will help you.”

But Jongho couldn’t make himself take the step closer to his hyung. His hardworking, loving hyung who normally had so few opportunities to enjoy himself freely. His hyung who now had to take care of him on the one day he could have relaxed.

“I’m sorry, hyung. You were having fun”, Jongho said, subconsciously clutching Minho’s sleeve, needing to hold onto some stability. His stomach still ached with nausea and now with shame. He really just wanted to go home but he didn’t want Hongjoong to suffer under his illness too.

“Nothing of this, maknae. You’re sick, you have nothing to be sorry for”, Hongjoong replied, frowning.

Jongho chewed on his lip, not sure if he should give in. But a warm embrace from his hyung seemed like a dream come true, a lifeline during this awful day. Hesitatingly he took a step forward and immediately he was held in strong arms. He laid his head on Hongjoong’s shoulder and just breathed.

“I’ll go find one of your managers to take over”, Lee Know said and squeezed Jongho’s hand, “feel better soon, Jongho-yah.”

“Thank you for taking care of him, hyung”, Hongjoong said gratefully. “Let’s get you home, Jongho-yah.”

⏳

Bonus scene:

Hongjoong gently stroked the maknae’s back as he slept. He had managed to put the younger idol to bed only a few minutes ago, hours after they had left the stadium. Jongho’s nausea had gotten much worse during the ride and never before had Hongjoong been so happy that Seonghwa insisted on keeping plastic bags in the company cars. The younger man had thrown up two times on the way and even after they had escaped the moving vehicle, Jongho had stayed glued to the floor in front of the dorm’s toilet until he was empty. There had been nothing but providing water, cold clothes and cuddles that Hongjoong could do to help.

The others were due to arrive in half an hour and Hongjoong was glad for the - albeit short – time alone to reflect on the day.

Hongjoong had just been chatting with Bang Chan and Felix, Seonghwa having abandoned them to keep Yunho and Wooyoung in line, when they were approached by Jacob from ‘The Boyz’. They had all turned their attention to their sunbaenim and Hongjoong couldn’t hide the surprise when Jacob, who had seemed a bit out of breath, had addressed him: “Hongjoong-ssi, do you have a moment?”

Confused, Hongjoong had nodded. He had never really had interacted with the older idol before so the whole situation had seemed weird. They had stepped aside for some privacy and when Jacob had said “I’m really sorry to interrupt you, but I’ve been looking for you. It’s Jongho-ssi” Hongjoong hadn’t been able to stop the pang of fear in his chest.

First he had jumped to conclusions: Had the maknae managed to injure himself? What could have happened in the last ten minutes since he last saw him? Of course Hongjoong had noticed that Jongho had seemed a bit distant all morning but he had just assumed it was nervousness over attending ISAC. The maknae always shut himself off when he was nervous, so he hadn’t thought much of it. But apparently something else was wrong.

“Jongho threw up. He managed to get to the bathroom and Lee Know is with him”, Jacob had explained, grimacing a bit, “but he probably wants his leader right now.”

“Oh, yeah, probably”, Hongjoong had answered, a bit dumbfounded. He definitely had not expected this. Yet he had quickly gathered himself, seeing no use in analysing Jongho’s previous behaviour if he needed his leader now. “Thank you for finding me. Can you show me the way?”

“Come with me.”

Hongjoong sighed as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. He was very glad that other idols looked out for the younger ones, protecting them when they couldn’t do it themselves. In his mind he was already planning on what small but heartfelt gifts he could buy Jacob and Lee Know but that was a problem for a different day.

At last Jongho was safe and sound in his bed. There was no doubt that Jongho would very likely get sick again when he woke, but his youngest was at home. That was enough for Hongjoong.

#kpop sickfic #ateez sickfic #kpop #ateez #jongho #jongho sickfic #emeto #ISAC #stray kids #lee know #kpop emeto #🧚🏽‍♀️ #⏳️ #🧸

[mazeinthemiroh]

hey! if you have time would you mind doing ateez headcannons on what they're like as a best friend? thanks! I love your writing so so much- you're so talented and I always look forward to your posts :)

ateez as best friends

genre: headcanons; fluffy crack stuff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: cursing

pls like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

hongjoong

the honest friend

always offers solutions to your problems

appreciates and craves deep convos

not all the time, but every now and then

he likes to know that as much as he can have a good laugh with you, he can also express to you his problems and concerns

is the type to like a bit of routine in regards to friendship. like... going to the same cafe to catch up at the same time on the same day/s each week, sitting at the same table, ordering the same things, etc...

he likes having that little something to look forward to with his bestie on days when he is working

seonghwa

the comfort friend

literally just wants to listen to your worries forever and ever

he always gives you options. you want to talk about your feelings? here's there to listen. you want to cry? he'll give you his shoulder to cry on. you want a distraction from your worries? he'll make you forget you even have worries in the first place

he likes feeling useful in any way he can, so just so the word and he's happy to oblige

just naturally interested in other people

his whole presence is just so comforting ;-;

yunho

the carefree friend

just goes with the flow, to be honest. if he's in good company then there's nothing much to complain about

so ways to hang out with, honestly

he likes going with whatever anyone else wants, but if you're super indecisive then he's fine with making the decision as well, no biggie

he literally gets on with everyone purely because of how easy-going he is

and also he's just cute and nice and polite isn't he so >.<

he's just there to have a good time

there for the vibes 😎

yeosang

the sarcastic friend

you gotta get used to this humour

if you are besties with our sangie boi then you have the privilege of being the only one he will properly relax and be his true self with

he's still quiet but much more likely to come out of his shell and express himself more freely

which results in him being a sassy mf

you are the butt of all his jokes just to warn you

he likes being his random self with you and he appreciates that you get his humour

san

the clingy friend

once you've classified him as your bestie, there's literally no turning back

joined at the hip

likes sharing things with you. whether that's food, memes, playlists, etc... he wants his bestie to be a part of what he enjoys, yk??

giving you regular updates on his life and certainly expects you to do the same >:(

he's the type of friend that just absolutely adores and loves his friends so much

like they mean more to him than anyone else in his life

friends = family

mingi

the goofy friend

so silly and goofy 🤪

he's so random and most of the time he lets his intrusive thoughts win so be on the lookout for that

it's always a good time with him

he can have so much crackhead energy sometimes like it's hilarious

he is never, ever a boring best friend. that's just his personality; he's always got something to say and he never lets a conversation go stale

even when you guys are just sitting around, he's always bringing up the most random topics up or just weird speculations and shower thoughts he has, you know the drill

i love him uwu

wooyoung

the loud friend

laughs often

yall are the type of best friends who get strange looks from other people because of how obnoxiously loud you both are

like you two are the main characters and everyone else just sort of exists around you. wooyoung certainly doesn't care about what other people think and neither should you!

so you end up doing the randomest shit together

he loves spontaneity

also will take the craziest most unflattering pictures of you

his whole camera roll is just filled with pictures of you and him or where you guys have been together

he loves making memories <333

literally the best friend you could ever ask for, i can't lie

jongho

the independent friend

meets up every now and then

probably a few times a month because you guys have different schedules and are so busy

a firm believer that distance makes the heart grow fonder

he thinks that being around someone all the time, 24/7 isn't always the best case-scenario

having some time in between when you meet gives something for the both of you to talk about

and makes it seeing you more special

although both of you have the knack for gossiping about literally everybody

#ateez #atz #kpop #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #seonghwa #park seonghwa #yunho #jeong yunho #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #mingi #song mingi #san #choi san #choi jongho #jongho #yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez reactions #atz scenarios #atz x reader #ateez x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop headcanons #kpop imagines #kpop x reader

[ferrethyun]

"At-eez!" Episode 2

Pairing: Implied!OT8 x 9thMember!Male!Reader

Genre: mostly attempted comedy ft. a lil fluff

Warnings: nothin offensive. maybe the the sheer amount of dialogue- that should be offensive lmao

Word count: 800+ (Yes i know its short- i too am upset my brain couldn't come up with more)

So yeah- this was origianally a hongjoong x reader thing but i cant help myself so its a poly!teez thing now lmao

“Okay, now, Y/n you’re going to go over there to that seat and put on the headphones provided” The lady behind the camera prompted, hand gesturing to the chair that faced away from the group, “You shouldn’t be able to hear anything once you put the headphones on. Once you’re situated, give a thumbs up and we’ll get started with the interview.”

Before the filming for ‘At-eez’ began, the members were informed of a few predetermined filming days. This being one of them; one at a time, a member would separate off from the group and put on some noise-canceling headphones while the other members would be asked questions about that member.

The first member? Y/n.

Chosen by rock-paper-scissors, of course.

With the cameras rolling, Y/n gave a solid thumbs up from his seat and the interview began “Okay! So we’re going to go through some fan questions first. Atiny would like to know: Is there anyone that Y/n didn’t get along with during trainee years?” The question prompted a few hums from the idols in front of the camera as they tried to recall back to their trainee years.

“I don’t think there was ever a time Y/n-Hyung didn’t get along with any of us” Wooyoung spoke up, tilting his head in thought, “He’s always been able to get along with anyone and everyone.”

“He and Wooyoung definitely were the first two to get along though-“ Yunho chimed in, “The two of them were practically two peas in a pod from the beginning.” As the members shared their agreement with the two, a hand was raised at the back of the group.

“While Y/n gets along with all of us-“ Seonghwa began, catching everyone’s attention, “There was this one time where one of us, I can’t remember who, ate the last of his favourite snack and he refused to talk to them for the rest of the week. It was surprising to all of us how he could be so petty but nowadays it makes sense…”

“Ah- It was me that ate the last of his snacks…” Yunho spoke up again, a shy smile now on his face as he rubbed at the back of his neck, “I did apologise then but I’ll apologise again now. I’m sorry for eating the last of your snacks Y/n-ie”

The interviewer let out a small chuckle as she shifted through her cards before settling on one “Another atiny would like to know: Is there anything Y/n does without thinking?” she read out with a curious hum, “Ah they wanted to specify that they mean at the dorms and not in the public eye. A TMI of sorts-“

A hand immediately shot up “One thing he does is sleep in other people's beds without asking” San beamed, a small grin on his face as if he was proud of his answer. Hums of agreement were shared, some members nodding their heads too.

“Oh? If I may ask, who’s bed does he sleep in the most?”

“Definitely Hongjoong-hyungs-“ Wooyoung called out, face telling of what memory he was recalling, “Oh! and Jongho’s-“

“My bed! Y/n-Hyung has his own bed and he ends up choosing mine over it! When I’m in it too!” Jongho cried out in exasperation while cutting off Wooyoung, “He never sleeps in it when I’m not in it either-“

“In all fairness, Y/n-Hyung refuses to sleep alone.” Yeosang added, “It’s not surprising- Especially when you see how often our dear captain indulges him by letting Y/n-Hyung sleep in his bed most nights.”

“I don’t indulge him-“ Hongjoong began with a scoff, stopping when he saw all the member's eyes on him.

“Oh really?” Mingi finally spoke up, “You told me off for being too loud once because Y/n-Hyung was sleeping-“

“Maybe you were being too loud-“ Hongjoong responded with a pout

“I hadn’t even said anything!” Mingi complained, his voice coming out whining, “The look you gave me was so scary too!”

While the members continued to go back and forth between each other over their captain's overindulgence, Y/n continued to sit with his back to the group, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was unfolding behind him. Suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder; Y/n turned around to see the interviewer, who then motioned for him to take off his headphones and rejoin the group. Once sat, the interviewer spoke up again “Y/n, is there anything on your mind that you’d like to say to your members?”

“Hmmm… Well- I don’t know what you all discussed but I’m very happy that I’m here with you all and I hope that we get to stay as Ateez for a long time.” Y/n grinned, his head nodding with his words, “Also, Jeong Yunho, I will never forgive you for eating the last of my snacks back when we were trainees."

#admin tea #ateez x male reader #ateez x reader #ateez x gender neutral reader #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x male reader #kpop x reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x gender neutral reader #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #9th member au #9th member of ateez #(nth au!) #seonghwa #hongjoong #choi san #wooyoung #jongho #yeosang #atz x male reader #atz x reader #jongho x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yunho #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #mingi x reader

[littlexbunni]

₊ ⊹ camer roll of bf!yeosang pt. 2 ₊ ⊹

do NOT repost !!

likes / reblogs highly appreciated !!

#littlexbunni creates #I HAD TO PUT THE YARMS IN IT OK I JUST HAD TO #ateez #kpop #ateez camera roll #littlexbunni camera roll #kpop camera roll #ateez x reader #kpop ateez #littlexbunni #yeosang #ateez yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez kang yeosang #bf!yeosang #yeosang camer roll #kang yeosang camera roll #ateez yeosang camera roll #yeosang x reader #kang yeosang x reader

[yoonqua]

todo cambio

a/n: quick little thought i had during class today lol

jung wooyoung x reader // word count: 833 // non idol au

“Would you kiss me or slap me?” 

You stared at the guy who decided to stop you and your friend from making your way to class–completely dumbfounded. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he simply smiles at you, eyes crinkling more as time went on without your answer as if it were the most normal thing to ask during finals week. 

You squint your eyes as if to ask “seriously?” and in response, he closes his mouth and grins while slightly moving the mic closer to your mouth. You look to the right where you see his friend (you assume) recording on a phone. 

Sadly, you knew these two motherfuckers, although not personally. You’ve seen the one with the tiny mic on the school's dance team and the one recording is in your Econ class. You never paid too much attention to them, but you thought they were as normal as boys can be at your age. Honestly, you didn’t think people at your school would participate in this sad and embarrassing TikTok trend. You’ve even spent hours laughing with your friends at the responses those people get, you never thought you'd be a victim.

“Why would I kiss a stranger?” you say after the longest 5 seconds of silence in your life.

“Please,” he says, “Anyone would want to kiss this.” 

“Please,” you mimic.

“Sorry,” Ryujin–your lifesaving best friend begins, “We really gotta get to class–”

“Kiss or slap,” Wooyoung says again.

“We’re on live,” his friend–San–whispers behind the telephone.

You simply put up the middle finger at the camera and slip your backpack off your shoulders, tired of these idiots for wasting your time. Ryujin seems to know what you’re gonna do (as in, completely obliterate the guy) and shakes her head at you.

“No, no,” You say to her and shooing her back, “he asked for it, so I’m gonna deliver.”

Wooyoung, who can probably guess what’s going to happen, feels slightly scared as he sees you stretch your arms and roll your head, “Hold on–you work out right?” he asked to gain some time before the inevitable.

“I’m on the volleyball team, Jung.”

“You do know me! See, not stranger,” He says in an attempt to sway your decision.

“Nope,” you say and point to the camera, “No backing out now, I made my decision cause I’m not kissing you.”

“It can be on the cheek! A peck!”

“Now, stick your head out for me,” you say as you get in position for optimal volleyball serving. Knees parallel to your shoulders, dominant hand in L shape, non-dominant hand straight out.

“I don’t have all day, Wooyoung.” He sighs and obeys your command. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stretches his neck out and begins to say a prayer that you don’t completely knock him out.

Yeosang is a manager for the volleyball team and San shares a class with you, so they’ve all seen you play and they know you’re a powerful strike. He begins to regret his decision in going up to you, especially when you looked stressed. That is–until he remembers the various (drunken)  conversations he’s had with his friends.

I’d let her slap me. Full force. He had said once in full simp-mode. Damn. Life really does bite you in the ass.

He feels like these last few seconds are too long, so he opens one eye only just in time for your hand to come flying into his cheek. Time moves in slow motion as his face recoils from the impact of your hand. His head turns and he manages to stop himself from falling to the side and instead spins on his heel and walks in a small circle before walking towards you again.

Your eyes widen slowly as if not meaning to create the thunder-clap sound on poor Jung Wooyoung. Ryujin calls out your name. San is sobbing in laughter. Wooyoung pouts and rubs his face where the handprint is fresh

“Ask me that question again,” you say as you regain your previous attitude. Wooyoung grins.

“Okay,” he says, “Would you kiss me or slap me?” He doesn’t know why he did that. He almost just died! Damn his crush for wanting to spend more time with you.

Your eyes widen and you falter in your stance. What is wrong with this dude? Is this a kink of his?you think in worry.  So, instead of slapping him twice, you begin laughing. You shake your head and pick up your backpack.

“You’re crazy, Wooyoung.” you say smiling at him and he practically beams, “Just stick to dancing, bro.” and then you turn around on your merry way to your class. Ryujin begins scolding you for your assault on the school's sweetheart.

San watches as Wooyoung watches you walk away. When you’re out of eye and ear-shot, he turns around to face his friend who was ordered to not actually record (he did) and says, 

“I think I’m in love.” in the dumbest expression.

#jung wooyoung #ateez scenarios #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung x you

[dangjam]

The Day You Shine Preview

Warnings!: Slight Angst, Fluff.

Disclaimer!: The idols portrayed in this is not how they actually act. It's just an imagine world therefore anything that happens in this series is not real. MINORS DNI!.

Speaking, Thoughts, Korean

Author's Note!: I hope you like the preview. It was kinda rushed but i hope it's good anyway. Thank you for reading.!!!

(Preview under the cut)

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Hongjoong: "Is the camera rolling?"

Camera Guy: "Yes, it's rolling"

Reporter#1: "Did you ever think this was going to happen?"

Hongjoong: "If I'm going to be completely honest... No, I didn't think this was going to happen."

Reporter#1: "Why?"

Hongjoong: "I guess it's because of how me and the guys are so united and so close, we didn't even think there was going to be another person."

Hongjoong: "But then again, we all felt a sort of small whole in our hearts that we never really got to fill until now."

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Reporter#2: "Are you happy Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa: "Of course I'm happy. I couldn't ask for a better person to be with us."

Reporter#2: "And why do you say that?"

Seonghwa: "When we all first met we kinda just... clicked I guess."

Reporter#2: "Was there any hardships at all?

Seonghwa: "Yea, there was. San and Wooyoung were having a hard time with accepting their feelings towards her. But eventually, we got to where we are now."

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Reporter#3: "What was your first impression?"

Yunho: "I thought she was adorable actually. She reminds me of Hongjoong hyung. They both are easy to tease."

Reporter#3: "Were you scared of anything going wrong?."

Yunho: "I was afraid that she'd get hurt. I was afraid that the fans wouldn't accept it and then all nine of us would get hurt."

Reporter#3: "Were you happy to find out that most of everyone supported you?"

Yunho: "Yes. I was relieved. It was like a breath of fresh air."

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Reporter#4: "What was the most memorable moment that all of you had?"

Yeosang: "The time when it was Jongho's Birthday. We all gave him a bunch of gifts but the only thing he kept talking about was how we were doing."

Reporter#4: "Why would he do that?"

Yeosang: "I think he did that because maybe we overwhelmed him a bit. His face was as red as a tomato."

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Reporter#5: "Seonghwa said that you and Wooyoung had a hard time accepting your feelings toward her, why?".

San: "We thought that she was just trying to be with us for the fame. It's hard to trust people nowadays...."

Reporter#5: "Did she understand this problem?"

San: "Yea, she did.. She felt really bad but she gave us our space."

Reporter#5: "What happened after that?"

San: "After that well.... the three of us had a talk about it and we made up."

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Reporter#6: "Out of everyone, who do you think she connected to the most at first?"

Mingi: "Yeosang hyung. They were joined at the hip. They babied Jongho together"

Reporter#6: "I bet they did, was there any fights between you and the rest of Ateez?."

Mingi: "A little. I don't think there was a lot of fights other than trying to get San hyung and Wooyoung to get used to her. They love her to bits and peaces now that everything is figured out."

Reporter#6: "How do you feel about the fans that don't support your relationship?."

Mingi: "To them... I would say I don't care. If you love us like you claim, then you should support us and our relationship with anyone that we choose. We are all happy and that should be enough for you if you're a real Atiny."

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Reporter#7: "How did you feel the way you did when you first met her?"

Wooyoung: "I had mixed feelings...."

Reporter#7: "Why?"

Wooyoung: "Because I thought that she was just using us for fame.... I thought she didn't really love us... But after a few weeks... I saw how she was with all of the members."

Reporter#7: "What did you and San do to make it up to her?"

Wooyoung: "We had a heartfelt conversation... we hugged each other, we cried beside each other... We love each other because of that moment."

Reporter#7: "Beautiful"

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Reporter#8: "Mingi said that y/n and Yeosang both baby you. How do you feel about it?."

Jongho: "If it makes them happy, then I'm happy, I love them too much to say no."

Reporter#8: "Were all of you scared of how the company would react?."

Jongho: "Yea, we were all scared to talk about it to the company. We didn't want our careers to end so at first we kept it a secret. Then we decided to tell the company and the public."

Reporter#8: "Why didn't she come in today?."

Jongho: "She's a bit sick right now. She didn't want to get anyone sick so she stayed home."

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Reporter#1: "Thank you all for coming today. We wish you all the best!"

Ateez: "Thank you for your time. To our fans we would like to say thank you for accepting us and our relationship."

Ateez: "8 MAKES ONE TEAM!!!"

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When They Impulsively Kiss You ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

Your smile grew as soon as the front door opened, glancing across to see Seonghwa walking through, immediately looking for you.

“There you are,” he grinned, slipping his shoes off before walking across the room to be able to get to you and hold onto you.

“Here I am,” you responded, not too sure what you’d done as Seonghwa got to you, pulling you in closely to his chest straight away.

Nothing else was said as Seonghwa suddenly moved towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling back to find you in the exact same position as you were when he leant in.

“What was the reason behind that?” You chuckled, slightly confused where the sudden burst of affection from him had come from.

“I just missed you today,” he admitted with a wide smile on his face, “all day I’ve found myself thinking about you, desperate to come home to you.”

“Really?” You asked in surprise, never hearing something like it from Seonghwa, “what made you miss me so much today?”

“I don’t know, but I like the feeling.”

Hongjoong:

A nervous hand rested over yours as the clips for the nominees played, with Hongjoong nervously anticipating who would be the winner.

“Ateez! Congratulations!” The presenter of the award called out a few moments later, leaving Hongjoong stunned beside you.

“I told you,” you laughed, poking into Hongjoong’s arm to bring him back into the room and let him realise what they’d done.

His head shook as he turned to face you, pressing a sudden kiss to your lips. The cameras, the fans, none of that mattered to Hongjoong as he celebrated his award win with you and the group.

“Thank you,” Hongjoong told you as he stood up out of his chair, “you know that without you I could have never led us to get to this position Y/N.”

“Yes, you could,” you replied, standing up too to applaud, “you don’t give yourself anywhere near as much credit as you should most of the time Hongjoong.”

“Still, thank you,” he smiled, overwhelmed to know what to say, “a part of this award is for you tonight, so you know.”

“It’s all yours, I’m just another fan of yours.”

Yunho:

The two of you had lost all control as you rolled around on the living room floor, clutching onto your sides to stop them from hurting.

“Why are we like this?” Yunho asked you as he crashed into your body as he rolled, squashing your arm until the other pushed him.

“This is your fault,” you told him, slowly composing yourself again, hiccupping several times as you tried to catch your breath.

As Yunho composed himself too, rolling to lay face to face with you, he couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss you, with little giggles still escaping from him even as he pulled away.

“No one makes me laugh like you,” he told you a moment later, slightly explaining the sudden motion of him kissing you, “I love being with you.”

“You’re crazy,” you joked in reply, tapping your hand against his chest, “I don’t know what has gotten into you recently, you laugh about anything.”

“It’s your fault,” Yunho protested, “you just find a way to tickle my funny bones, I’d love to know how you do it.”

“What can I say? I’m just hilarious.”

Yeosang:

Your head shook as you noticed the guy at the bar stepping closer and closer towards you, stumbling all over the place.

“Excuse me,” you spoke as soon as you felt him invading your space, holding your hand up to stop him getting too close to you.

“Hey,” Yeosang suddenly spoke up soon behind you as he realised what was going on, “that’s my girlfriend you’re getting close to.”

Before you knew it, Yeosang spun your barstool around so that you were facing him, pressing a kiss to your lips which left the other guy speechless, quickly stepping away from you.

“What a loser,” Yeosang scoffed as he pulled away to see the guy had done, “you’re lucky I came out with you tonight, he was horrible.”

“I’m lucky you came out with me so that you could pretend to be my boyfriend?” You laughed back at him, “I didn’t realise that was in the list of things for friends to do.”

“You’re welcome,” Yeosang giggled, placing his empty glass in front of you, “the least you can do is buy me another.”

“Of course, you’re my hero after all.”

San:

The feeling of a kiss against your cheek caused you to stir, rolling onto your side to see San wide awake beside you with a smile.

“Happy birthday,” he proudly smiled, showing you his phone where the time was exactly midnight, wanting to treat you straight away.

“Did you really have to kiss me at midnight?” You laughed in reply to him, feeling San snuggle back down after he had kissed you.

Once he was at head level with you, he leant forward again and pressed a second birthday kiss to you, this time catching your lips perfectly, knowing that he had taken you by surprise.

“There’s plenty more where that came from throughout the day,” he promised, “this is just the start, there’s twenty-four hours yet.”

“I feel like I’m going to be in for a long day,” you chuckled back at San, “if this is how you’re starting my birthday, how on earth is the day going to end?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he smugly teased, “just be prepared for the unexpected, that’s all I’m going to say.”

“Well now you definitely have me intrigued.”

Mingi:

The smile on Mingi’s face grew as he watched you walk down the stairs, giggling to himself as soon as he met your eyes in the room.

“You look so nice today,” he complimented as his laughter fell silent, watching a look of confusion appear on your face as he spoke.

“What have you done?” You asked him, puzzled where his sudden kindness came from as San rose to his feet, approaching you.

He took a hold of your hand once he was close enough to you, pulling you towards him and pressing an unsuspecting kiss to your lips to let you know just how much he meant what he said.

“You look lovely, truly,” he smiled once he pulled away from you, knowing from the smile on your face that he had left you a little flustered.

“You’re still up to something,” you teased, refusing to accept San’s compliment quite so easily, “you’re never this nice to me first thing in the morning.”

“I’m just appreciating what I have around me,” he told you, “and nothing around me needs appreciating more than you.”

“What is going on with you this morning?”

Wooyoung:

Your eyes rolled as you opened up your front door, feeling a foot stick in to stop you from shutting it as soon as you saw Wooyoung there.

“Please don’t close the door,” he asked of you, desperate to try and put things right after arguing with you over the phone earlier.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” you told him, trying your best to shut the door, but Wooyoung was too strong to let you.

With a sudden burst of power, allowing him to open your door back up properly, he stepped forwards and rushed to press a kiss to your cheek, letting you know how sorry he was.

“I really am sorry,” Wooyoung told you as he pulled away, knowing by the look on your face that he had stunned you, just as he had wanted to.

“You can’t just do that,” you replied, refusing to allow yourself to cave to him so easily, “what you said earlier isn’t something that can be fixed with a kiss.”

“But it’s a start, right?” He pushed, stepping further into your home, “just give me ten minutes to put this right Y/N.”

“You’ve got ten minutes, and that’s it.”

Jongho:

It broke his heart as Jongho watched you wipe underneath your eyes, pulling you a little bit closer to him as you sat on the sofa cross legged.

“It’s alright,” Jongho smiled as he studied you, struggling to know what to do as your breath hitched several times in confusion.

“Sorry,” you told him as you looked up properly at him for the first time, feeling bad for crying on Jongho so suddenly.

His head shook, leaning forward and pressing a sudden kiss to your lips to assure you that you had nothing to worry about, hoping too that it would help to cheer you up a little bit.

“What was that for?” You weakly smiled as Jongho pulled away from you, feeling your heart race at the sudden feeling of his lips pressed to yours.

“It just felt,” he shrugged in reply to you, “whenever I get upset or stressed you give me a hug or something, I thought that I’d try and do the same for you.”

“Thank you,” you told him, wiping underneath your eyes once again, “I really needed that actually, it’s nice to not be alone.”

“You know you’ve always got me Y/N.”

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Dance Practice - (c.sn x reader x k.hj) nsfw

Summary: After making eyes at San during dance practice, your boyfriend, Hongjoong, gets jealous and decides to punish you.

Genre and Warnings: threesome. smut. fem pronouns for reader. unprotected sex. one shot. oral. light dirty talk.

Word Count: 1,649

Note: This is my first ever smut that I've written. Also this fic is not meant to represent or bring harm to any of Ateez in any way, shape or form.

You sat behind the camera in the practice room as the members of Ateez filmed one of their dance practice videos for Atinys. Your head was buried in your laptop and textbooks as the staff set up lighting and the members stretched. You looked up towards the members and locked eyes with your boyfriend, Kim Hongjoong. He winked at you, then his attention was pulled but Wooyoung, who had decided to take the moment to make kissy faces at him. It caused you to giggle while Hongjoong turned to scold him.

Your phone buzzed on the table a few minutes later, you trying to dive back into studying. 

Joongie <3: Better keep those eyes on me

You smiled and rolled your eyes, deciding to put your phone face down on the table, and looked back at your laptop.

The staff called the members to attention and motioned for the boys to get into position, which they did. Music started playing, and the beginning of Firework started.

You pulled your head out of your studies for a moment, deciding to watch their first run through of the dance. This was the first time you’ve seen this choreography from start to finish.

You smiled as Seonghwa and Yeosang did their parts, and then there was San. With the sensual little sway, him rubbing his hands together, combined with him biting his lip had you almost drooling, your eyes not leaving him.

You knew in the back of your mind that Hongjoong would be pissed if he realized you were making eyes at one of the other members, but there was something about San that was hitting you hard today. Maybe it was the muscle shirt he was wearing, showing his arms in all their buff glory, and the duality he seems to have, and playing up lately.

Once the first shot was done, the members surrounded a monitor that showed their record, watching the playback. You grabbed your phone, determined to send a quick text to HongJoong.

Y/N: You better tell San to stop.

You saw him reach into his pocket and look at his phone, a small smirk growing on his face as he read your text. He pocketed his phone and leaned over to San, whispering something into the younger man's ear.

San smirked along with HongJoong and nodded. You knew, at this moment, you fucked up.

The next run through, San was determined to stare deep into your soul as he bit hit bottom lip and stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. Your eyes never left his mouth after that.

Hongjoong noticed the attention you were giving San and smiled. It wasn’t his usual cute smile, but the sadistic one he used when punishing you in the bedroom. You didn’t notice, as you had your eyes trained on the pink haired man.

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Your phone buzzed once again as all of  Ateez was slowly saying their goodbyes and leaving the studio. The staff had already left, satisfied that they got a good recording of the dance.

Joongie <3: Stay here once everyone leaves. You and I need to have a chat.

I’m in trouble. You thought to yourself. You shut down your laptop, closed it, and started shoving it, and your textbooks into your bag. Mingi came over to give you a hug and say goodbye, and you saw over his shoulder, the two men who, during this rehearsal, became the bane of your existence, with their backs to you, talking.

“Bye Mingi!” You almost yelled, trying to get the attention of Hongjoong. “Have a good night! Be safe getting  back to the dorms!” You saw Hongjoong scowl out of the corner of your eye.

Once the last of the members had left, Hongjoong came up to stand in front of you, arms crossed and a pissed off look on his face.

“Now jagiya,” he started. His hand gripped your chin, making you look up at him. “You know how I feel about you looking at other people. Especially when they’re my friends.” He cooed this at you, while the grip on your chin tightened. 

He clicked his tongue at you in disappointment. “You know what I have to do now.” He crouched in front of you, his hand pushing the white hair that had fallen in front of his face back, his grip on your chin never wavering. He smirked at you and cocked his head to the side, his eyes burning holes into you.

“On your knees,” he stood up and moved back from you, allowing you space. 

Your eyes darted from him to San, who stood in the corner of the room, watching intensely. “San’s still here.”

“I know. I told him to stay.” He smirked down at you. “If you like watching other men, I bet other men like watching you.” He clicked his tongue again. “You know I don’t like repeating myself. On your knees.”

Your eyes widened as you slowly sunk to your knees from the chair you were on, eyes darting between the two men in the room.

“You see,” Hongjoong started, addressing San this time. “I have to keep my eyes on her, or else hers wander. I can’t have that, now can I?” He gripped your hair in his fist, making you look up at him. “You have to punish her if she gets out of line.”

“Is that so?” San’s voice came from the other side of the room. You dared to look at him, the grip in your hair tightening and your eyes went back to Hongjoong. 

“Be good for Master,” he cooed at you, his other hand going to the tent in his sweatpants. “Open your mouth.”

You obeyed, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he pulled his cock out of his pants. “Good pet,” he purred, and shoved his cock in your mouth.

The grip on your hair tightened even more as he fucked your mouth, feeling the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat and feeling you gag around him. Tears ran down your face as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Drool ran down your chin as Hongjoong relentlessly pounded into his mouth.

“You better swallow all of it y/n” he grunted out as he released into your mouth. You eagerly drank all his seed.

He pulled his dick out of your mouth once he was finished. “Open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth, proving you swallowed it all.

“Good pet,” he released the grip he had in your hair, and ran his hand down the side of your face. He smiled down at you, pride shining in his eyes. 

“Can I have a turn?” San asked, his hand rubbing his hard on through his pants.

Hongjoong turned towards San and beckoned him over with his finger. “You know I don’t normally share, but I don’t think y/n has learned her lesson.” He went to sit on the couch behind you, legs spread and arms resting on the back of the couch. “Help yourself.” He leveled you with a stare. “Strip.” He commanded. “Both of you.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. “A-are you sure?” you questioned him.

He leaned down towards you, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together with his chin resting on them. “I said. . . strip.”

You quickly did as told, San following behind you. “If I didn’t know any better,” Hongjoong teased, “I would say you’re soaking wet right now Y/N.” He looked to San. “Check for me Sannie.”

San slowly approached you from behind, sinking to his knees as he got behind you. His fingers went to your pussy, confirming Honjoongs suspicions. San moaned at the feeling of your juices running over his fingers. He brought his fingered up to your lips. 

“Suck” Hongjoong commanded. You opened your mouth and San shoved his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue played with his fingers, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

Hongjoong smirked and leaned back in the chair again. “Fuck her.”

San took your arms and locked them behind your back as he shoved his dick into you. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, the initial pain turning into pure pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you pet?” Hongjoong asked you. “You like when Sannie fucks you while I watch?” Your eyes started to close in pleasure as San fucked hard up into you, a moan escaped you in response to Hongjoongs question.

“Open your eyes” San whispered in your ear, taking on a more dominant tone than you’ve ever heard from him. Your eyes snapped open, as Hongjoon sunk down next to you, hand bracketing your throat and squeezing. 

“Watch,” Hongjoong purred in your ear. “Watch as Sannies dick fucks your tight pussy.” You listened, watching as Sans dick rutted in and out of you, your juices running down the inside of your thighs. 

San moaned into your ear, gruning out a “gonna cum” loud enough for you and Hongjoong to hear. 

“You’ve done so well, pet,” HOngjoon said to you. “As a reward, you can choose where he comes.”

“Inside,” you groan out, the tightness in your stomach about to burst.

San cried out as he coated your insides with his seed, you following him over the edge close behind him. You slumped to the ground as San pulled out of you, suddenly overtaken with a wave of tired.

“You did so good jagiya,” Hongjoong whispered in your ear, a proud look on his face. He grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it over you. He gathered your discarded clothes and slub your backpack over his shoulder before he scooped you up. “Lets go home.”

He turned to San. “If you want a round two, you know what to do.” He wink at the younger man, and walked out the door with you in his arms.

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Bullshit/ 1

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 2.8k

Includes- Seonghwa being hot, masturbation, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, chair 💺 sex, sweat licking, sex, multiple orgasms, fluff

Note- This "series" was created because of the bullshit nonsense Seonghwa pulls while he's performing. His tongue, his hair, his faces, his dancing, his clothes- it all drives me insane. And he's not even my bias! (Bias wrecker). King of bullshit over here

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Part 2

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J POV

"Oh fuck him", I sigh, rolling my eyes as I watch my boyfriend on the monitor backstage

At how the camera man is panning his hot sweaty body

Hanna laughs, "What did Seonghwa do now?"

I hold my hand out to the monitor, "This shit"

The camera pans up to his face as he points in the crowd, his hair soaked in sweat, his jacket off his shoulders, leaving him in a black tank top

Sweat droplets are running down his neck and chest, one side of his hair hanging in his face, an intense and smoldering look on his gorgeous face

And I'm so turned on, my panties all wet

Fucking bullshit

"He's just standing there", Hanna teases

I glare at her, "Oh shut it! Like Wooyoung isn't turning you on right now"

"Oh definitely. But I handle it better than you"

I'll give her that

She silently watches him, but I see her eyebrow raises when he does something hot

I see her legs press together

And later at the dorm, I hear her screaming his name

Safe to say me, her and Mina, who's Yeosang's girlfriend keep everyone up at night when we're at the dorm

"Yes well I have to get his foolishness off my chest. Like look at him. Fuck"

He does a peace sign, then blows the fans a kiss, a hint of a smirk on his face as he winks

Goddamn it Seonghwa

I know that kiss is meant for me

"He does look hot", she agrees, "And you know he'll fuck you as soon as he's off stage if you want it"

Yeah I know

Three years together and we're still all over each other

We already had a quicky before the concert and I don't want to get him in trouble

We do have sex during concerts quite often

As does Mina and Yeosang; and Wooyoung and Hanna

Sometimes it's ridiculous especially when all three of us are in different dressing rooms and Hongjoong is screaming for them to come out

Poor Hongjoong is always stressed during concerts

I watch them start another song, Seonghwa running his hand through his wet hair

I can't

"That turns you on doesn't it?", Hannah teases

I just glare at her before looking back on the screen, just in time to see Seonghwa yell into the microphone

That's some sexy rock shit right there

He knows I love metal music where the vocalists screams, so I know that yell he did is for me

To turn me on

Jerk

I watch him continue to perform, walking around stage, bending down, the fucking lights on the stage so dim and red

His hair is perfect, one side pushed back showing his undercut that he knows I love, the other side falling in his face

This man always tries to style his hair the way he knows drives me insane because he wants me to jump on him

He wants me to want him

He wants me to take him from whatever he's doing and fuck him senseless

And I fall for it every time

He walks along the stage, pulling his jacket down, his arms exposed, looking so hot in that tank top and I'm done

"Ok that's it", I declare

"What?", Hanna asks

"I'm done with his bullshit. I'm gonna go get air. If he asks where I am tell him I'm calming down from his bullshit"

She bursts out laughing, nodding, "Ok Jo. I'll tell him"

"Tell him I said how dare he look that fucking sexy and flaunt it knowing I'm watching. And tell him he's a jerk!"

She has tears in her eyes from how hard she's laughing, "Ok. I will"

With that I leave the room, trying to calm down because I'll jump on this jerk as soon as he's off stage

Getting into an empty dressing room, I lean against the wall, breathing in

The effect this man has on me is fucking insane

He can turn me on in seconds, he can make me a mushy love dovey fool in seconds, he can calm me down when I'm angry just by holding my hand, running his fingers in my hair, hugging me

He can melt me into a puddle just by saying "I love you"

He knows what I need before I do

And he makes me utterly happy

But he's a fucking tease and he knows it

He does it on purpose

He drives me fucking insane

I'm so fucking horny and I have no idea how long this set is for

So I do the only thing that will give me some relief

Plopping on there chair, I slide my hand down into my panties, I put my fingers on my clit and start rubbing

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

Seonghwa POV

Walking off the stage, I look around for her but I don't see her

She's always here when I finish a set

Did she go to the bathroom?

Staff members surround me as I look everywhere for her

We have a little longer time now before the end of the concert

I'm getting antsy

She's not here

"Seonghwa!", I hear Hanna calling me

"Yeah?", I answer, walking towards her

Wooyoung is attached to her, his arms around her, hugging her tightly

And I want to be doing that to my jagi

"Jo's in a dressing room-", she starts

"What why? Did something happen? Is she hurt?", I panic

I'm always afraid of something happening when I'm on stage and can't get to her

"No she's ok. Well...she's kinda pissed at you"

Pissed?

I didn't do anything

She was fine when I went on stage for this set

"Why?"

"Because you turned her on and she needed to cool down"

She what- oh...ok, I get it

"She wanted me to tell you that she's calming down from the bullshit you pulled on stage. And uh how dare you be that sexy and flaunt it with her watching. And she said you're a jerk", Hanna recites

I can't help the smirk that forms on my face

I love riling her up, getting her all hot and bothered while I'm performing

I know she's watching and I do it on purpose

It's only fair

She gets me turned on even when she's not doing a damn thing

She can just be sitting on the couch, watching TV and I'm turned on

She's absolutely stunning and I love looking at her

She is my world, she makes me the happiest I've ever been in my whole life

She's the one I'm going to marry, the one I'm going to have kids with, the one I'm going to grow old with and do everything in life with

I'm one hundred percent sure of it

She my soulmate

And right now, I have to find her

I don't know if that was her plan, to leave and have me go after her but I'm doing it

And when I find her, I'm gonna fuck her so hard, make her cum so good to hold her over until we get back to the hotel

Then all gloves are off and she's being railed all night

"Thanks for telling me", I tell Hanna, "I'm gonna go find her"

Hannah nods, her attention already on Wooyoung

As I head for the dressing rooms, I hear Hongjoong's worried voice

"Seonghwa where are you going?"

"I'll be back in a few minutes"

"Seonghwa we don't have time", he yells

Yeah well they'll make time

It's not gonna be long anyway

I don't answer him as I keep walking and I hear him yell, "For fucks sakes!"

As I move down the hall, I check in every room I see but she's not there

"Come on baby. Where are you?", I say to myself, continuing down the hall

Peering into the door window of the next room, my mouth drops when I find her

Her head back on the couch chair, her hands in her jeans and I know she's touching herself

Jesus I guess I did rile her up that much

She's never masturbated during a concert before

And I have to stop her

I don't want her to cum, I want to make her cum

Opening the door, I walk in, "That's my job"

She squeals, her eyes snapping open, her hand immediately pulling out of her pants

"Seonghwa, you scared the shit out of me"

"Well you're doing my job", I tell her, kneeling in front of her, undoing her jeans, "You know you can't touch yourself unless I tell you you can"

"But you pulled so much bullshit on stage Seonghwa. You do it on purpose to fuck with me. What am I supposed to do when I'm that horny?"

"Wait for me", I answer, slapping her thigh to get her to lift her ass up

She does and I slide her jeans and panties down to her ankles

"I can't wait for you! You have to perform! You can't do anything during a concert Hwa"

I lean to her, crashing my lips to hers, kissing her hard

"Watch me"

Lifting her legs up, I slide my head between them, leaving them on my shoulders, my mouth buried in her pussy

Her juice floods my mouth and I swallow, loving the taste

God I really made her so fucking wet

Swirling my tongue around her cunt, she yells in pleasure, her hand immediately in my hair, pulling so hard

"Seonghwa fuck, please don't stop"

I won't

Yes I'm on a time crunch but she matters more

Wrapping my mouth around her clit, I suck hard, desperately, needing her cum in my mouth

I'm fucking craving it, craving her

"Seonghwa! Oh my god Hwa!", she cries, her legs shaking around me, her hand pushing my head, my mouth against her cunt as she cums

Moving my tongue down, I lick as she cums, moaning so loudly from how sweet she tastes, how good her cream feels going down my throat

I can fucking eat her out for hours upon hours

As it is, I'm in her pussy everyday

My fingers, tongue, dick, every single day and I can't get enough of her

Never enough of her

As soon as she's done, I move back, pulling her down the chair until just her head is on the seat, her legs still around my neck

"Hwa!", she shrieks

"I got you jagi", I tell her, undoing my jeans, pulling everything done, "I won't ever let you fall"

Aligning myself to her, I shove my cock inside, burying my whole length inside her in one shot

Holding the outside of her thighs, I pull back then slam back in hard

"Hwa!"

"God baby. Feels so fucking good", I moan, pleasure filling me right away

Her cunt is always so tight, sucking me in like she can't get enough of me

I keep pounding away, into her warm wet cunt, hitting her spot over and over as she spasms so pleasurably hard on my dick

"My cock making you feel good baby girl?"

"Yes Hwa, fuck faster"

"Anything for you baby", I tell her, increasing my speed

There's so much pleasure all over her face, pleasure I'm putting there and I love it

I love pleasing her

"Seonghwa, I'm gonna cum, Seonghwa!", she screams doing just that and throwing me into fucking bliss

"Yes baby, coming around my cock so fucking good. Fuck, drown my dick in your cream baby"

She just keeps screaming my name while I fuck her through her orgasm

"Hwa, oh my god", she cries, her head pushing back into the seat cushions, sweat rolling down her neck

And I just want to lick it

"Open your legs more baby, want them around my waist", I tell her when she's done, "Wanna kiss you"

She spreads her legs and I manage to wiggle the top half of my body through them keeping her legs high on my waist

Next time I have to remember to take her shoes off for easier manuvering

Holding her ass to keep her up, I fuck into her, pressing my lips against hers

She kisses me back, her tongue in my mouth, her hands shoving the jacket down my arms

"Take it off", she says between kisses

Moving one hand around her back, I move her up, getting more of her on the chair and higher on my knees

Taking the jacket off, I throw it somewhere, grab her arms, wrapping them around my neck, picking her up

Staying on my knees, I lean her against the cushion seat, fucking her fast, splitting her little slit on my cock

Her hand goes in the back of my hair, pulling my head back

I feel her tongue lick my neck, her moans in my ears

"Fuck Hwa, you taste so good", she whispers, her tongue moving down to my chest, licking me

"No....no fair", I whimper, "I...I put you this way so I can...lick your skin, taste your sweat jagi. You taste so good"

Everything on her tastes good

"Me first", she says softly, "I wanted to lick you since you pulled that bullshit on stage"

If my bullshit causes this then I'm going to pull so much more in the future

Her tongue and lips against my neck, increases the pleasure and I'm so close

I need her to cum on me and I'm done

Moving one hand to her clit, I rub it hard as I destroy her spot, her spasms bringing me closer

"Hwa", she whines

"Let me lick you baby. Please. Let me do it while you cum"

She moves my head down towards her neck and I surge forward, my tongue running along her skin, tasting her sweat

"Fuck", I murmur, then continue licking as, she sits her fingers in my shoulder, screaming my name as she creams my cock, throbbing at an unbelievable speed

"I'm coming!", I scream in her neck, shoving my cock and shooting my cum deep inside her milking pussy, pleasure blinding me completely

She locks her legs around me, keeping me inside her and the ecstacy is so much that I keep screaming

"Shh baby", she shushes but I can't

Instead I bite on her neck, muffling my yells

She stiffens in my arms, yelling my name as she orgasms out of nowhere, her cunt drenching me in more cream

We both ride out the immense pleasure, gripping each other hard until it eventually fades

Only then do I pull out, gently putting her on the chair

I bend getting her legs over me as she slumps in the chair

Standing, I get my pants and boxers back on, fixing them, then kneel and pull her panties and jeans up

"Arms around my neck jagi", I instruct her and she follows

I stand with her, fastening her jeans

"Ok baby?"

She nods tiredly, letting go of my neck

"Lemme see your neck jagi"

She leans her head back, a dark black bruise forming around my teeth marks

"Shit jagi, I'm sorry", I apologize, kissing the bite mark

"For what?"

"I bit you hard baby. The bruise, it's bad"

She just rolls her eyes, "I'm fine Hwa. I don't care about a bruise. It'll go away"

"But-", I start

She pulls me to her, kissing me softly, "Don't worry about it"

I nod, "Ok jagi"

If she's ok with it then I am too

Picking up my jacket, I take her hand and lead her out the door, back towards the backstage

"There you fucking are!", Hongjoong roars as soon as I get into his view, "Get fucking changed now!"

Rolling my eyes, I get her seated first then take the clothes the stylist is handing me

"Damn Jo, you looked so fucked out", Wooyoung laughs

"Leave her alone", I snap as I change

Hair, clothes and makeup stylists surround me fixing everything they can

The makeup artist holds up lipstick to put on me

"Wait", I tell her, moving away from them all and going to her

Pressing a kiss to her lips, I tell her, "I love you jagi. You're ok to stay back here?"

She nods, "Yeah Hwa. Go baby and pull more bullshit so I can ride your cock at home"

She sounds so tired but I know as soon as we get home she'll make good on her promise

"I will baby. It's almost over ok?"

"Yeah. I love you Hwa"

"I love you Jo"

"Seonghwa!", Hongjoong explodes, "Finish getting fucking ready!"

"I am!", I shout

I get lipstick put on me, my hair combed back into place, my clothes fixed and I'm ready in seconds

"I'll be back jagi"

She gives me a tired smile, nodding

I smile then follow the guys up the stairs to the stage

The concert is almost over and I can be with my jagi all night

Getting ready for the next song, I plan more bullshit I'm gonna pull this set to drive her crazy

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