#you can tell the Seonghwa kids and the Hongjoong kids apart

[maxsix]

#jung wooyoung #wooyoung #ateez #my little gremlin #taking posing cues from hongjoong #its clear which hyung he takes after #it's actually really funny #you can tell the Seonghwa kids and the Hongjoong kids apart

[stayteezdreams]

Finding out they are supernatural creatures {ot8!Ateez}

Scenario: Hurt to comfort when reader finds out their bf!ateez is some kind of mythical or supernatural creature

Pairings: Supernatural Creature!Ateez x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @otakutrash669

Warnings: Vague mentions of blood (Seonghwa's). Mention of drunk driving (Yunhos). Near-death's in Yunhos and Jonghos. Suggestive/Sexual references (Wooyoungs).

A/n: Not all of this will be accurate, I made some shit up. Also, I only read through it once so sorry if there are any errors.

Words: ~2.6k

-Stray Kids Version-

Seonghwa {Vampire}

As careful as Seonghwa was, you noticed too many peculiar things to not become suspicious.

The peculiar red liquid you were not allowed to touch that he regarded as a disgusting medicine he took. Medicine for a disease that apparently made him so sensitive to sunlight he had to wear a special sunscreen.

Then there was the fact that sometimes his teeth seemed sharper than other times, as if they changed.

Naturally your mind wandered to the thought of him being a vampire. Ultimately you thought it was ridiculous, and let it go.

But one day, you couldn't keep it to yourself.

He once again made sure you did not accidentally drink the red liquid, and you joked "I'm starting to think you're a vampire and it's you're blood stash."

It was a joke. Until you saw the fear that crossed his face. When he realized you were joking he quickly reacted with a fake laugh and you became more than suspicious.

"Seonghwa. Is it blood?" "...No of course not." "Seonghwa."

When he noticed your suspicion turning into fear, he had to tell you. He was of course afraid you were going to run, the scream, to call the police.

But you waited for him to explain everything, and to prove it. That was the most important part.

Once he proved it, you were in shock, but almost amazed. You couldn't help but ask question after question.

When you promised you weren't going to tell anyone he was more relieved. But he still feared you would be afraid of him.

He gave you a long speech bout how he will never hurt you, how he has control, and will protect you. You knew he meant it. And honestly, you never feared him, not even for a second.

Hongjoong {Demon}

You found out Hongjoong was a demon when you accidentally summoned him.

He had a bunch of old books he said were collectors items, and things he collected when studying Latin and various religious studies.

One day, when he left you alone to go deal with something, you flipped through the books.

You came across a passage you couldn't really figure out, but what you did recognize, was Hongjoongs name, written within the script.

Curious, you recited the passage out loud, and when the room suddenly grew cold, you turned around to see a black mass forming. You grew terrified as you fled to the corner of the room.

When the black smoke faded, revealing your confused boyfriend, you stared at each other in silence.

His eyes flicked to the table where he saw the passage and his heart dropped.

He knew he would tell you one day about what he really was, but he kept putting it off, for fear you would leave him.

But now, as you were cowering in the corner in confusion and fear, he had no choice.

"Hongjoong, what-" He lifted his hands and spoke slowly as he walked towards you. "I can explain."

"Demon." "Yes." "You're a Demon." "Yes."

Hongjoongs heart dropped when you left in near silence, muttering about how you just needed some time alone to think. But he understood, letting you leave, though the sight tore him apart.

If Hongjoong were to tell you he was a demon on any other day you would have thought he was joking or had gone crazy. But since you had literally summoned him in front of your very own eyes, you couldn't deny it.

Nor could you deny the way his eyes were fully black, or the horns that were on his head before he changed back into his normal appearance right in front of you.

You knew he didn't want to scare you but you were scared. It took you a while to figure out that you weren't afraid of him necessarily. He was Hongjoong, and he loved you.

But you were afraid of the knowledge that came with this, that there could be more secrets, more lies.

So you confronted him. And he was more than glad to open up fully now that you knew. He would do anything for you and tell you anything you wanted to know, as long as you stayed.

Yunho {Nephilim}

You knew Yunho had mixed feeling about when you called him your 'Angel'

The first time he seemed flustered and almost recoiled. But he slowly warmed up to it, even saying he was your Guardian Angel, or your "Personal Angel".

Sometimes when you used the pet-name he seemed to withdrawal in himself for a moment, as if he wanted to say something. But instead he would just smile and press a kiss to your forehead.

Then one day, you almost died. You should have died.

You were seconds away from the drunk driver hitting you as you walked down the street, then before you knew it, you were in Yunho's arms, and surrounding you, were large wings, growing out from his back.

Then you learned everything. Why the pet-name threw him of, why he sometimes seemed like he wanted to say something but changed his mind. Why he dubbed himself your personal Angel.

He shouldn't exist. His mother was human, and his father a fallen angel. He was half of each.

Yunho was forced to hide what he was for his whole life and it wasn't until he met you that he thought he didn't have to hide anymore. But the fear still stopped him from telling you.

He liked the idea of being your personal Guardian Angel, but was still afraid you would not want him to be if you learned what he truly was

But it didn't change how you felt. Though you were hurt he had not told you sooner, you quickly realized his choices and reasoning were more important.

You forgave him, and swore to him you would keep his secret.

You bond only got stronger after you leaned what he was, and he no longer hid it from you. Sometimes you would even find him walking around the house with his wings out.

You adored them, and him, and he adored you.

He was your personal guardian Angel, and you were the love of his life.

Yeosang {Fairy}

You knew Yeosang was hiding something, and when you confronted him, his saying he was a Fairy was the last thing you expected.

You expected that he wanted to break up, or that he had fallen for someone else, something that would explain his recent behavior and all the secrets he was keeping.

But the excuse he gave you only hurt you more. It was such a ridiculous lie, the truth would have hurt less.

"What do you take me for? If you want to break up with me, just do it Yeosang." You stormed off leaving Yeosang to scramble after you.

He didn't realize just how ridiculous it would sound. Of course you wouldn't believe him.

When he got you alone again, after much convincing and a bit of begging on his side. He showed you it was not a lie.

He thought it would be something he would have to hide forever out of fear. Of course you would figure out something was off.

But the idea that you thought he wanted to leave you, that you thought it was another person stealing him away from you and not this. That was not worth it.

So he showed you his wings and his magic, he proved he was a fairy. And to say you were shocked was an understatement.

When you finally came out of your stupor, and you realized you were in fact not going crazy, you were amazed.

You couldn't even really be mad that he hid it, of course he would, he was a fairy. He needed to know he could trust you with his secret.

And he assured you that he did, that it was just his fear stopping him.

He was sorry. Sorry that he did not trust you enough, when you deserved more. He hated that you were tormenting yourself with 'What If's', and reasons he was hiding secrets.

But once you reassured him that you understood and forgave him, he made sure you knew everything. And he promised to never keep anything from you again.

San {Shapeshifter}

You figured out San was a shape-shifter with deductive reasoning.

One day, a beautiful black cat showed up at your house, sheltering itself from the rain.

You let it in, dried him off, and let him go.

He became a common visitor to your house after that.

And then one day, instead of a black cat, you met a man named San. He told you the cat was his and he found out where he was going when he would get out.

You bonded with San, and eventually started dating.

But, you never saw the cat and San at the same time.

And you couldn't help but think they had the same eyes, and the same mannerisms.

You thought you were crazy, but you couldn't shake the gut feeling that you were right.

And when San slipped and mentioned something he wouldn't know about, something that happened when he was not present, but his cat was, you put it together.

The next time the cat visited you, you were sitting on your porch.

You sighed, heart pounding, stared deep into his eyes and spoke.

"Hello San."

The cat seemed to freeze, before slowly he grew bigger, before San was standing in front of you, eyes full of surprise as you stared at him.

"I was right." You muttered breathlessly, and he slowly approached you. "How long have you known?"

"I think I knew from the beginning in a way. But I wasn't certain until recently."

"Aren't you afraid?" "Should I be?"

He shook his head softly "I'd ever hurt you." "I know that San. But why didn't you tell me sooner?"

You could tell he was apprehensive. Perhaps he thought you would be afraid, maybe you'd tell someone who could hurt him.

"I wouldn't hurt you either." You admitted softly.

He would take your face in his hands. "I know that. I'm sorry, I should have told you, I just... No one knows, and the idea of someone, anyone knowing, I don't know I guess I was scared."

Your relationship grew stronger after this as he learned to put all of his trust in you, and you learned to do the same.

Mingi {Werewolf}

When you learned what Mingi was, you were in shock. You left, and ended up avoided him.

You needed to gather your thoughts and get over the shock before figuring out what to do.

He waited impatiently to hear from you again, even going to your house to check on you, though never telling you he was there.

Mingi wanted nothing more than to talk to you, to see you, to hold you, but he resisted, making sure to give you the time you needed to adjust.

All he could do was hope and pray you would come back to him.

He was so afraid to tell you what he was for fear of you leaving or being afraid, but he would fight as hard as he could to keep you.

Mingi would never harm you, our put you in harms way.

When he first fell for you, he tried his hardest to ignore the feelings, being to afraid to fall in love. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not ignore the feelings.

He told you all of this after admitting what he was, but you still left, uncertain of what to do and what to think.

You knew you loved him, and after a week of not seeing him after learning he was a werewolf, you realized your feelings would not change. All you did was miss him more every day.

When you finally gave in and went to go see him again, he scooped you up in his arms out of relief and joy.

He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms again.

And when he was holding you, you knew it didn't matter what he was, or what he hid from you, you would love him all the same.

Wooyoung {Demon/Incubus}

Wooyoung drunkenly told you he was the descendant of an Incubus demon one night, and you simply thought it was a weird joke at first.

But when he was sober, you noticed he watched you wearily, as if trying to figure out if he really told you, and to see if you had believed him.

You started to wonder if maybe it wasn't a joke after all. So you started to pay more attention, and you did some research.

It all seemed so unbelievable, but some things started to add up.

The way he seemed to pull things off that were impossible, how he could get to you faster than he should be able to. How he always seemed to know when you needed him. Not to mention his heightened sexual drive.

A short time after that night passed, and Wooyoung seemed to relax around you again, you asked him straight up if what he said was true.

He was obviously startled, stumbling and stuttering over his words as he tried to lie to you.

If it wasn't true he would have laughed and been able to play it off, but you knew he had a hard time lying to you, so it became obvious that it was true, or at least some of it.

"Wooyoung." He could hear in your tone that there was no point in trying to lie so he gave in.

He confessed everything, and even proved it to you.

You were in shock, but not as much as you thought you would be, to both of your surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

He shrugged "I didn't want you to be afraid of me."

"I would never be afraid of you Wooyoung."

He was relieved, and became emotional and apologetic, swearing he would never hide anything from you again.

Jongho {Demi-God}

You weren't supposed to know what Jongho was at least not yet.

But when you were put in danger from someone looking for Jongho, he had to protect you no matter what.

You knew he was strong, but when he was able to knock over a wall with one punch, you knew there was more to it.

You watched him fight with powers you had not expected while protecting you from the mysterious man who showed up and threatened to hurt you.

You were in the middle of something you didn't know how to explain, but you knew Jongho was protecting you, and would do with with his life if needed.

Luckily you both made it out, and he took you somewhere safe.

He explained to you what he was, who he was the descendant of, and why he could do the things he could.

You were amazed, and shocked, and confused. Any resentment you held towards Jongho for keeping this secret from you faded when you saw how nervous he was, obviously afraid of how you would react.

He answered every question you asked, and patiently waited as you thought over everything.

When you approached him after a few hours and he apprehensively watched you, you wrapped your arms around him and he melted, relaxing in relief at your touch.

He swore he would protect you, and keep you safe, and you believed him.

Even if you were put in danger as your life seemed to change, you would not leave his side.

xx End xx

Not sure how I feel about some of thee, but it is what it is lol

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[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Mistake~ Bang Chan

WARNINGS: Slight Smut, A Lot of Angst, (Probably Forgetting Something.)

A/N; this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so here it is

I knew it was a bad idea to come to this party, so why did I let Minho and Yunho talk me into this? I take the drink Mingi brought for me and sip on it, attempting to calm my nerves. ”Are you okay?” I hear Mingi ask me.

 I nod and mutter, “Living the dream.” I walk over to the big couch where all of Ateez and some of Stray Kids are hanging around. Yunho is talking to Felix, so I go and sit next to them. I lean forward to see Felix as I join in on their conversation, laughing at the tour stories they began telling me. I feel the couch dip next to me. I look over and feel my breath hitch as I see who it is.

Bang Chan.

His smile is cheerful. His eyes are so bright. He swings his arm around my shoulder and side hugs me, leaving his arm there even after the hug ends. I try so hard not to tense up, but I can't help it; memories of our one night together flood my mind. 

We had been hanging out together all night, resting our hands on the other's shoulder or thigh as we laughed, letting it linger there a bit longer than it needed to. It just kind of happened, one minute we’re laughing, the next I'm under him moaning his name and begging for more. I can still remember how he felt inside of me, how his lips felt against mine, the way he said my name as he came undone...I’d be lying if I told you I didn't think about it when it's late in the night and I'm trying to relieve the ache between my thighs. 

I thought my dream had finally come true. I thought Chan was going to ask me to be his. When I woke up in his bed the next morning, I was smiling, but I dropped it when I turned over and saw regret on his face. He said that the whole thing was a mistake, that he liked someone else and didn't want to mess things up. He begged me to forget that it even happened so everything could go back to normal. I calmly gathered my clothes and put them on, leaving his room without saying one word to him before going back to my apartment crying. 

My dreams were crushed, but at least I had one night with him. I feel so awkward around him now and everyone can sense it except him. I only told Minho and Yunho what happened because they knew about my crush on Chan; and also, because I stayed in my apartment for a week straight and didn't really talk to anyone. They were worried and came looking for me. They told the rest what happened, but Chan still thinks nobody knows. 

”Hey, I've missed you!” Chan says to me excited; I force out a smile and try to sound just as excited  

”Missed you too!”  

”How have you been?” he asks as he finally removes his arm from my shoulder, I open my mouth to speak but his attention is somewhere else. I follow his gaze to a beautiful girl, and I know who it was by the way he looked at her that she was everything I wanted to be and more. Her laugh was heavenly, her smile was stunning, and her presence lit up the room. I understand why Chan would rather have her.

She waves over in our direction and Chan doesn't say another word to me as he gets up and walks over to her. Seonghwa frowned as he watched me chug my almost full drink, he took Chan’s place and swung his arm around me ”Are you okay?” he questioned. I shook my head as I stared at the girl. I didn't know how to feel. I'm happy that Chan found someone who makes him happy, but I'm upset because it's not me. 

I watch as they greet each other, Chan becoming entranced in her as she laughs at the jokes he tells her, the way she puts her hand on his arm. Her laugh fills me with envy, and I could tell by the way he talks to her that she is not a mistake.

Yunho put his hand on my shoulder, and I felt tears threatening to appear, so I abruptly stood up, ”I need another drink,” I huffed. After grabbing another drink, I noticed the boys started playing beer pong, so I walked over and watched them, laughing at Minho’s reaction every time Hongjoong scored against him. 

I begin to forget about Chan, the only thing in my mind is the music playing, and my friends fighting over who really won that game of beer pong.

Yunho says a joke and I turn my head to laugh at him but stop when I see Chan and that girl making out at the top of the stairs. Yunho follows my eyes to see what I was looking at, Chan pulls away from the girl and they both giggle, the girl whispers something in his ear before entering one of the bedrooms. 

Chan is beaming, he looks over and sees me and Yunho looking and smiles big, shooting us a thumbs up. I roll my eyes at him and chug the rest of my drink. ”I’m gonna go, I can't stand being here any longer.” Yunho frowns and gives me a quick hug, ”Do you need a ride home? Seonghwa hasn’t been drinking.” I nod and he walks over to Seonghwa to ask him, I look back and Chan was looking at me in confusion, he gives me a smile, but I just look away. 

When Yunho comes back, he tells me Seonghwa is going to get the car and to meet him outside. I thank him and say goodbye to the rest of the boys and walk outside. I hear the door open and close behind me, I turn around and see Chan walking down the porch steps to me. ”Hey, where are you going?” he asks me with a concerned look. 

”Home.” 

He gives a confused look. ”Why? Are you okay?” 

I let out a dry laugh and look for Seonghwa, ”That's a really popular question tonight,” I begin before looking back at him,” I’m fine thanks, you can just go back to your girl now.”

”Jealous much?” he asks with a laugh. 

I shoot him a glare ”Stop laughing,” I grumbled. His face falls at the realization, he opens his mouth to say something then closes it. ”Now, you know I have feelings for you; and that night we had together is something I can't forget.” 

Chan frowns before saying, ”I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I don't feel the same way.” 

I took a deep breath and tried blinking away my tears. ”I don't want your apology,” I say frustrated, he looks at me with guilt as a few tears leave my eyes. ”How about this, this whole thing was a giant mistake, just forget all this happened so everything can go back to normal.” He looked hurt by the fact that I basically quoted what he said the morning after. Seonghwa finally pulled up in his car, I open the door and look back at Chan 

”Seriously, just forget all this happened.” And with those words, I left.

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[feverishly-kpop]

Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho - Flu

“How are you guys holding up?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at the text from Seonghwa. How were they holding up? How was he supposed to respond to that? Tell him that all three of them were dying? That they had been thrust into Hell? That he was doing his best to take care of his dongsaengs but could barely get out of bed himself?

No, none of those things would do.

“We’re fine.”

Hongjoong sighed and set his phone aside. It had only been a day since Jongho had woken up feeling nauseous and running a fever. Hongjoong had just gotten Jongho back to bed when Wooyoung came out of his room with red, glassy eyes, seeming extremely disoriented. It took a few minutes to get him seated at the kitchen table before popping their thermometer under his tongue, confirming that he too was burning up.

“The kids are sick. Our apartment is in quarantine until further notice” Hongjoong texted Seonghwa before sending a quick follow up message. “Are the other kids feeling okay?”

Seonghwa responded quickly in typical Seonghwa fashion, rapid firing questions in an attempt to get a better idea of what was wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“Symptoms?”

“Are you feeling okay”

“Can I bring anything over?”

“Do you need help?”

“Mingi, San, and I are fine. I just called Yeosang and he said that he and Yunho are feeling fine too. Sounds like it’s just the maknaes.”

Hongjoong was thankful that nobody else was sick. Keeping germs contained was one of the benefits of their new housing arrangement. But it also meant that he’d be responsible for looking after Jongho and Wooyoung by himself.

“I’m fine. Jongho threw up and has a fever. Wooyoung only seems to have a fever so far but he’s pretty out of it. Got them both back to bed. Don’t come over, I’m willing to bet it’s contagious based on how quickly they both came down with it. And tell the others to stay away too.”

As he sent the message Hongjoong heard Jongho barreling into the washroom before getting sick again. Tossing is phone aside he made his way to the washroom, knowing he was in for it for the next few days.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong was up until midnight with Jongho before his stomach finally settled and was ready to go to bed. After taking a few minutes to clean himself up, Hongjoong finally made his way to his own room, hoping to get some rest after a long day.

“Hyungie,” a voice called from the door. “Can I come lay down with you? I’m so cold.”

Hongjoong sighed silently, knowing that sleep would have to wait.

“Of course, Young-ah” he said kindly, making room beside him. “You’re so warm, jagi. You’re burning” he added as Wooyoung snuggled into his chest with a whine.

“I don’t feel well, hyungie” Wooyoung replied quietly.

“I know you don’t. Just get some sleep. Hyung’s here” Hongjoong replied, waiting for Wooyoung’s breathing to even out as he fell asleep so he himself could go to sleep as well.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong woke up the next morning drenched in sweat, struggling to open his eyes.

“Wooyoung, you have to get up, I’m sorry but you’re too warm…” he said as he rolled over, only to find himself alone in the bed. It suddenly dawned on him that his dongsaeng wasn’t the one causing him to overheat. He took a few moments to get out of bed, taking stock of his body aches and the dull sense of nausea manifesting in his stomach, much to his chagrin.

The moment he left his room he instantly spotted Wooyoung on the couch clad only in his boxers with an ice pack placed unceremoniously over his forehead and eyes. It was obvious to Hongjoong that Wooyoung was still burning up.

Next, Hongjoong made his way to the washroom, finding Jongho slumped over the the toilet exhaustedly.

“I think I’m dying, hyung” he moaned.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Hongjoong asked as he knelt down next to Jongho, rubbing his back.

“Too tired to get up” Jongho replied.

“Let’s get you back to bed” Hongjoong said, helping Jongho up, only for him to double over again, getting sick again. Hongjoong did his best to comfort him but couldn’t help but turn his head away as his stomach rolled. After a few minutes Hongjoong was able to get Jongho back to his room with a bucket on the floor next to his bed.

“Call for me if you feel like you’ll be sick again” Hongjoong said from the doorway. “Try and get some sleep.”

With both of his dongsaengs asleep for the time being, Hongjoong grabbed the thermometer off the table and locked himself into the washroom. Having a seat on the counter, he slipped the thermometer under his tongue and groaned as it beeped. He was running a decent fever, higher than Jongho’s but not as high as Wooyoung’s. He soon felt tears welling up behind his eyes, feeling an increased sense of anxiety over having to take care of Wooyoung and Jongho in his current condition. And that was all it took for Hongjoong to lose his battle against his nausea, jumping off the counter and kneeling in front of the toilet just in time to be sick.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong wasn’t sure how long he’d been locked in the washroom before hearing a quiet knock on the door. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but he felt so out of it he had no idea.

“Hyungie, are you in there?” Hongjoong’s heart broke at the exhaustion in Wooyoung’s voice. This bug was clearly getting the best of all three of them. “Jongho is getting sick again.”

That was enough to get Hongjoong to his feet, his head spinning as he opened the door to make his way toward Jongho’s room where he found Jongho sitting on his bed with his head in the bucket and Wooyoung sitting next to him leaning tiredly against the wall, his cheeks entirely too flushed for Hongjoong’s liking. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed he placed one hand on Jongho’s back and the other on Wooyoung’s forehead.

“Wooyoung-ah, go take some fever reducers and check your temperature. I’m worried it may be getting too high. The thermometer is in the bathroom, clean it before you use it. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Wooyoung nodded and lethargically made his way out of Jongho’s room, closing the door behind him. Hongjoong then turned his full attention back to Jongho, who was silently crying.

“You’re okay, Jongho-ah. Just breathe” he whispered softly into the maknae’s ear. After a few minutes Jongho had calmed down and hadn’t gotten sick, leaving him looking exhausted.

“Think you’re done with this?” Hongjoong questioned, reaching for the bucket. Jongho nodded, releasing his tight grip on it. Hongjoong set it off to the side, feeling his own exhaustion overwhelming him. “Scoot over” Hongjoong added tiredly, laying down next to Jongho, who suddenly realized the condition that his hyung was in.

“You’re sick too?” Jongho asked, suddenly feeling guilty that he hadn’t noticed earlier. Hongjoong only nodded before closing his eyes as sleep overtook him.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong woke up an hour later with a nagging feeling that he’d forgotten something. He slowly stood up, grabbing the wall when the room spun around him. Jongho stirred in his bed as he cleared his throat which was sore from having been repeatedly sick.

“How’s Wooyoung-hyung?”

Jongho’s question made Hongjoong’s stomach drop, coming to the realization that he never went to check on him.

“Fuck” he whispered as he tuned towards the door, moving as quickly as his unsteady feet could take him.

He found Wooyoung wrapped in three blankets on the couch, shivering profusely in his sleep. Hongjoong reached down for the thermometer that was on coffee table, flipping on the screen to find the last reading.

39.9°.

Hongjoong felt sick to his stomach, this time not from his virus but from worry and guilt that he sent Wooyoung away with a hospital-worthy fever and never came out to check on him.

“Young-ah,” Hongjoong said softly as he shook Wooyoung awake, doing his best to hide his panic. Wooyoung hazily cracked open one eye before closing it again.

“You never came” Wooyoung slurred, which did nothing to calm Hongjoong’s nerves.

“I’m so sorry, I’m here now. Let hyung take your temperature” Hongjoong replied, his tired body leaning heavily against the couch as he held the thermometer in front of Wooyoung’s mouth. After a couple of beeps Hongjoong took a look at the reading and sighed in relief to see that Wooyoung’s fever had gone down to 39.4°.

“You scared me when I saw that you were almost at 40°. But you’re down a bit now” Hongjoong said as he rubbed Wooyoung’s cheek with his thumb. “Can we get some of these blankets off though? I don’t want you running that kind of temperature again.”

“I’m cold, hyung” Wooyoung responded with a whine. “But I took the tablets like you told me to” he said as he relented, allowing Hongjoong to remove two of the blankets.

“Stop whining, Wooyoung,” Jongho said coldly, making Hongjoong flinch. He hadn’t heard him get up. “Hongjoong-hyung is sick too. Don’t be a bother to him.”

Wooyoung looked up at Hongjoong with wide eyes.

“Jongho, don’t talk to your hyung that way” Hongjoong responded with a sigh. “We’re all sick, we’re all miserable, but let’s all just relax, okay?”

Jongho muttered an apology as he collapsed at the other end of the couch. Hongjoong followed suit, taking a seat between his dongsaengs, all three of them too weak to do or say anything else.

*~*~*~*~*~

The next 24 hours passed in a blur. Hongjoong and Jongho took turns being sick in the bathroom while Wooyoung stayed glued to the couch, his fever keeping him too disoriented to move.

By the end of the following evening all three of their fevers had broken and Hongjoong and Jongho’s stomachs had settled down. They all laid on the couch in silence, still too exhausted to do anything else.

“I’ve never felt that sick in my life” Jongho said hoarsely. Wooyoung and Hongjoong groaned in agreement.

“At least we are all split up now though,” Wooyoung added. “Can you imagine if all eight of us got that sick at once?”

Just then, almost like clockwork, all three of their phones vibrated at once. Hongjoong sat up to grab his phone, seeing a notification from Yeosang in their group chat.

“Don’t come over, Yunho and I are sick 🤒🤢”

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #ateez fluff #ateez sickfic #ateez #sick wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #sick Hongjoong #Hongjoong fluff #sick Jongho #jongho fluff

[i-luvsang]

hi marimoon ^^ saw your post from four days ago, and i hooe i'm not too late for this? ateez req incoming.

in honor of october (based off smth that happened this friday for me), teacher/employee reader and the guys preparing for kindergartners up til third graders going trick or treating tomorrow!! they probably planned matching outfits, some of them. hwa as toothless and somebody as light fury, for example. surprisingly i cant think of a specific member to pair this with? i just think its cute,,

just imagine these guys playing bits of the characters they're dressed up as,, aughh

pls take care of yourself!! missing u lots, marimoon

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HELLOOOO you are absolutely not too late, though i am late to the whole october and halloween thing here lmao. was struggling with this request and i thought maybe my thoughts would flow better if i wasn't thinking of it as a formal request and just blabbed about it right here. but i adore this concept so i still wanted to write something about it and get something to you even if it's messy and possibly ends up incoherent :))

nonetheless, i hope you enjoy my word vomit because i truly do love this idea and you for planting it in my head <3 (only cw is alcohol mention, which has nothing to do with the children i promise lmao)

first of all i love this idea of this au where they're all teachers. given the kindergarten through third graders it's kinda perfect because each grade can have two teachers and they're like teacher pairs and it's cute and fun. and to add reader into this i thought it would be super cute if reader was like the school librarian and gets to interact with all the teachers and their classes. i was thinking about san and woo as the kindergarten teachers just because of how well they played with little arin and ayun. and then yeosang and jjong with the first graders just cuz i think they'd be so cute with younger kids but first graders are slightly less insane than kindergartners maybe ?? plus i think they'd be the funniest pair of teachers like i just adore they're dynamic and i'm just thinking about jongho turning all the children against yeosang and they just relentlessly tease him forever <3333 next up in second grade i put yunho and mingi and idk this is such a horrible idea like they would never get anywhere that classroom is just screaming and more screaming and the quiet kids are just like save us please :D and last but not least, we have seongjoong as the third grade teachers because i think they'd be the only one's who can discipline older kids and that hongjoong might die if the kids were even less mature that the third graders already are.

and then yeah, you are the school librarian (or some other staff member that frequently works with the classes but i'm just saying librarian bc i work at my school's library and what's fanfic without it being a self insert <3). and yeah you get to be besties with all of them because they're a whole big squad that kinda scares the other teachers but they kidnapped you into their group because you're just so cool and awesome and they love you and the things you do for their students <3

what they also love about you is that you love halloween and always help them prepare for taking the students trick or treating. i like the idea that all the pairs of teachers have a tradition of matching their costumes. and this year, it goes (mostly) great for (almost) all of them. the night before the event, the nine of you have a halloween party amongst yourselves, a tradition that started a few years ago. obviously, you all show up to seonghwa's apartment in costume.

this year, san and wooyoung have defaulted on onesie costumes, explaining that before, they had attempted to diy complicated anime character costumes. it was going well (or so they say) until yesterday when they realized they had neither the skills or time to finish the costumes. they are very pleased when you tell them you're a big fan of their matching kuromi and my melody onesies, and that you think the kids will also enjoy these far more than whatever elaborate plan they had before. jongho, on the other hand, is having a blast making fun of them.

and while woosan are stunning in their hello kitty costumes, yeosang and jongho are really vying for your favorite pair this year. though, it looks like yeosang’s thick biceps are struggling against the sleeves of his snow white dress despite his lovely features being complimented by the femininity of the outfit. jongho looks as charming (completely unfunny pun intended) as always in his prince charming outfit, ready to unknowingly continue stealing the hearts of all of his student’s parents.

yet, these costumes, along with yunho and mingi's, are causing a lot of noise because the tall pair of best friends showed up as a princess and his knight in shining armor. jongho is indignant, convinced that he and yeosang's costumes are far better. yeosang is drowning a bit in the shouting, but doing his best to defend himself when he gets the chance. wooyoung has told yeosang that he's a costume repeater because he played snow white in a play in middle school, but san thinks it looks cooler this time because of yeo's far bigger muscles. mingi says he looks prettier because his dress his pink and yunho won't really defend him on it, but insists that the costumes are different enough because he's a knight, not a prince (and that he's cooler for that same reason).

this time, seonghwa has chosen neither to be a part of the chaos nor to attempt to stop it, and is instead happily perched on the couch with a glass of wine because he is finally satisfied with his costume this year.

time and time again, seonghwa insists on dressing as toothless, convinced that it's the perfect costume for him. and time and time again, he begs hongjoong to be a matching light fury with him. and, you know it... time and time again, hongjoong has refused. he's offered to dress as hiccup, and maybe a different dragon, but he refuses to complete seonghwa's request. secretly, you think it's just hongjoong's way of getting back at seonghwa for the printer incident. but finally, seonghwa found a solution to make his dreams come true and just completely ditched hongjoong as his costume partner.

that is where you come in, sitting next to seonghwa in a matching light fury costume. hongjoong is actually still a part of this costume, dressed as hiccup so that the kids don't question him, but his part in this plan a bit irrelevant to seonghwa. he's just so happy to finally have completed this costume, and will not stop bragging about it to everyone in the room. he's told you that he won't allow you to be anywhere but at his side tomorrow so that he can show off your costumes, and you just nod along despite knowing that your job and large groups of children will certainly take you else where.

but aside from the fighting regarding jongsang and yungi's costumes, the night was lots of fun in which you all exercising your very special crafty skills that come with being elementary school workers. so there are so very adorable decorations that you'll set up in the morning tomorrow and another lovely set of halloween memories with your favorite people <33

#please take care of yourself too!! #i'm missing you lots as well hopefully i can get myself to be a bit more active on here <33 #［ ​messages %. #［ moony %. #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez headcanons #ateez blurbs #ateez halloween #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez x platonic reader

[limjaeseven]

Love Me A Little

Pairing: Hongjoong x Mingi

Genre: Angst, s2l

Word Count: 2766

Summary: Hongjoong never really understood love. People had different stories of how it came but for everyone he knew, it stayed a while. For him, love was a fickle thing, a spark of passion fizzling out as fast as it started. He wasn’t happy about it, he wished he could love people the way they loved him, but it felt like that just wasn’t meant for him. That was, until Mingi came around.

Quiz Result: losing your passion and frantically trying to regain it - fever

Warnings: Implied smut, mental breakdowns

[a/n]: Here's my submission for @pirateeznet's first anniversary project! I veered plenty off the prompt but I still hope you enjoy. Thanks @daesukiii for helping me brainstorm this.

It wasn’t like Hongjoong didn’t want to fall in love, didn’t want a long term lover, didn’t want a marriage with a suburban house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids, it just didn’t happen to him.

He tried, god knows he tried, but liking someone for him was as easy as getting bored with them, meaning his relationships were enjoyable for a short while before he was staying just because he didn’t want to hurt his partner. He tried to be a good lover, but he couldn’t keep his heart in place for very long.

The line of his exes was long, most relationships ending with his boyfriends realising that he just didn’t feel the same way that they did. Maybe a lifetime’s worth of love wasn’t meant for him, he thought.

Finding people wasn't difficult for him, neither was making them stay. The same couldn't be said for his own heart. It made him want to stop looking for people altogether, but the loneliness was too crippling.

"I wish I'd never met you," Jongho had cried the day things ended.

Yunho had left without as much of a note, not that Hongjoong was surprised after the year and change they spent together.

Dating Yeosang was fun for about the first month, then it started getting bad, then progressively worse.

San and Wooyoung felt like but a distant memory, fun while it lasted. They had sought him out to join their relationship but all he did was remind him why they were better off together.

A sigh left Seonghwa's lips as he watched his best friend sulk in the corner of his cafe, at a table unofficially reserved for him. "Your dull face is going to drive all the customers away." He said as he placed Hongjoong's tea in front of him.

"Leave me alone, I'm grieving," Hongjoong muttered.

Seonghwa sat down in front of his friend and asked, "Grieving what, Joong? We've been over this so many times."

"I'm grieving my sorry ass." It had been months since San and Wooyoung broke up with him but it still stung somewhere deep down. He couldn't blame them, he would have done the same if he was in their place, but he didn't know how to fix things. "Am I just aro, Hwa?"

"You know that's a question only you can answer." Hongjoong groaned and covered his face with his hands. "If you're asking me if I think you're aro, then no. What you had with Yeonjun in high school felt too real to be anything short of love to me."

Hongjoong had to agree. Choi Yeonjun was the only person who Hongjoong had actually, legitimately loved in his life. They never dated, conservative school and all, but still, they shared something special. Once Hongjoong graduated, though, they naturally drifted apart and that was the end of it.

Sometimes he tries to psychoanalyse himself and wonders if that incident left him irrevocably scarred or something. But he didn’t really feel different. Maybe it was about finding the right person, he thought. But that made him feel worse because what were the chances that he’d find “the right one”?

He groaned into his tea, making Seonghwa ruffle his hair comfortingly before getting back to his work. Hongjoong just wanted to not be and feel alone, but he couldn’t tell if that was in his stars for him.

Mingi happened by a sheer stroke of luck. Hongjoong gets chills when he thinks about it, how easy it would have been for him to miss him entirely. Hongjoong had decided to take an impromptu vacation, taking a week off work and booking the first flight out of the country he could find.

It happened to be a ticket to Japan he could barely afford but he had had a terrible month at work and everything was just going wrong so he threw all his critical thinking skills out of the window and was left with eight hours to pack and no return ticket booked.

Despite the time and the immediacy of his plan, he almost missed his flight because he fell asleep in the middle of sorting out his clothes out while lounging on his bed. He hadn’t prebooked his seat so he got the only free one remaining on the flight, which happened to be between a teenager who wasn’t able to get a seat with his mother and an old man who was snoring loud enough for Hongjoong to still hear it through his headphones.

He wanted to curse his fate when a tall man came walking towards him, and for a moment Hongjoong felt frozen in place. The man was really attractive, like absurdly so. His seat also happened to be next to the teenager’s mother’s. He very politely agreed to swap seats with her son and there he was, sitting next to Hongjoong looking like he just walked off a runway.

“Can I help you?” Hongjoong had to take a second to realise he was shamelessly staring at the man next to him.

He shook his head and turned away, grabbing the book he’d stashed away in the seat pocket in front of him to occupy himself. He didn’t bother checking which book it was, just grabbed whatever was on top of his shelf as he was running out of his house. It happened to be his copy of ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’, a well loved one at that, with the spine broken in and the cover chewed up in the corners.

“Oscar Wilde? Good choice,” The man next to him commented.

Hongjoong let himself look at him again before responding, “Yeah I picked this up in high school and fell in love with it.” He reached his hand out to the man. “Hongjoong.”

“Mingi, pleasure to meet you.” The man replied, a bright smile breaking out on his face.

They talked non stop for the two hours of their flight. Things were so comfortable with Mingi. He was warm and immediately disarming. Hongjoong got a good laugh out of the facial expression Mingi made when he told him about how he landed up on that particular flight.

They had exchanged numbers and promises to meet each other over dinner by the time they had collected their bags and headed out to their respective hotels.

Mingi was in Japan on his dream trip, Hongjoong found out. He had originally planned it with his boyfriend but they ended up breaking up before it came to fruition but Mingi wasn’t going to let that get in the way of checking an important item off his bucket list.

“I could accompany you,” Hongjoong offered casually, “If you’d be okay with that, that is. It’s not like I have anything planned anyways.”

“I would love that,” Mingi said immediately. And so it was decided, a last minute vacation had turned into a sight seeing opportunity with an extremely hot man who not only was single, but also into men. Hongjoong knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to try flirt with Mingi not that long after his breakup, but he wouldn’t turn the man down if he wanted to try something,

And try they did. It took three days of them spending basically every waking moment together but they eventually got there. Mingi had invited Hongjoong back to his hotel after a day spent roaming around the fashion district of the city. They were planning to dine at the restaurant but given how exhausted they were, they ended up crashing on Mingi’s bed and ordered room service.

“Are you dating anyone?” Mingi asked out of nowhere, his eyes glued to the television playing some reality show they could barely understand the rules of.

Hongjoong turned to look at Mingi, his face lit by the glow of the screen, highlighting his features in a delectable way. “No,” He said.

“Anyone you like?”

“No.”

“Any on and offs? ‘Maybe-but-not-really?”

“No.”

Mingi took a deep breath before turning to Hongjoong, “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh my god just do it already.” They were rolling on the bed in a tangle of limbs within seconds, soft lips sharing passionate kisses. Hongjoong didn’t realise how much fun just kissing someone could be till Mingi.

Hongjoong didn’t go back to his own hotel that night.

The week felt like a dream that Hongjoong didn’t want to wake up from. Basking in Mingi’s glow felt like a slice of heaven he couldn’t let go of. But time ran out, and suddenly Hongjoong was hit with the reality that they had to go back to their lives, working cities apart with busy schedules and commitments that left them with little time for themselves.

He couldn’t get himself to ask Mingi what they were before leaving. They were supposed to leave on the same flight but Hongjoong had his pulled back last minute and he left without a word.

Hongjoong didn’t know what to do with himself on the flight back to Korea. He knew he was making a mistake, he knew he was running away from something that could maybe work for once, but he didn’t think he had it in him to find out. He was too scared to see something beautiful fall to ruin because his heart would eventually grow bored of that too, and he’d be back at square one, a lot more scarred and no less lonely.

For the next week straight he refused to go anywhere but to work or the local grocers. Seonghwa had to practically break his door down to get him to even say a word to him. “What is up with you, Joong?” He questioned, his voice accusatory. “You leave and come back without a word. I’ve been so worried about you. Couldn’t you have responded to my texts or heck, come to the cafe and showed your face so that I know you’re still alive instead of having to call your coworkers to check in on you?”

Hongjoong sat dazed on his sofa as Seonghwa shouted at him, his face impassive, barely registering that his friend was even there, much less what he was saying. “Hyung,” he said finally when Seonghwa stopped. “Hyung,” he repeated before breaking down in sobs.

He cried like he had never before. Seonghwa rushed to hold him tightly, rocking him gently as he tried to get Hongjoong to calm down but it wasn’t working. Hongjoong was a mess of tears, wails and panicked breaths, barely holding together.

“I’m so scared, hyung,” he muttered over and over again, his voice coming out in a wet warble. Seonghwa held onto Hongjoong tighter, whispering reassurances into his ears. It took a long time for his breathing to even out and his tears to stop but eventually he was lulled into an uneasy rest.

“You should call him, you know?” Seonghwa told him the next morning over breakfast. Hongjoong had broken down once more when he woke up and finally spilled everything.

“I just can’t. He didn’t try to contact me either, and I honestly don’t blame him.”

“The longer you wait, the harder it will get.”

Hongjoong paced around the kitchen, hands wringing nervously, “Hyung, he’s perfect. I can’t watch myself falling out of love with him. Not for him and not for me.”

“Then don’t,” Seonghwa said simply. “Don’t fall out of love with him. Try with everything you have in you. If it still happens, then that’s just what fate has in store for you. But to let go of something so precious for an outcome you don’t know for sure will happen, what a waste.”

Hongjoong didn’t know what to say to that. He stared at his phone as Seonghwa left. A picture of Mingi at one of the shrines they visited together stared back at him. He reached over to turn the screen off.

A week turned into two, then three, and before Hongjoong knew it had been over two months since he’d been back from the trip. He was sure Mingi had forgotten all about him by now. That was at least his hope, because he knew it was more likely that he hated Hongjoong with every fibre of his being for what he did to him.

He was in the middle of walking home when he crossed a boutique with a display of clothes that reminded him a lot of the way Mingi dressed. Stopping in front of the store window, he gazed over the mannequins, memories of their time together flashing in his mind.

The way Mingi had walked around the town in a loud shirt that Hongjoong had happily ripped off his body in the comfort of the new hotel room they had gotten together. He remembered the way Mingi had smiled when Hongjoong took more pictures of him than of the places they were visiting and how those smiles turned warmer when it was just the two of them curled together in their bed, their faces a mere breath away.

On impulse he stepped inside the shop. The counter was empty, the door behind it slightly ajar. Hongjoong found a rack of belts and felt the leather between his fingers. The image of him hastily unbuckling one from Mingi’s waist and throwing away crept on him that he didn’t notice someone step out of the open door and stand behind him.

“How can I help you, sir?” A familiar voice asked and Hongjoong felt his entire body seize up. He couldn’t get himself to move or say a word. “Are you okay, sir?” Mingi’s deep voice asked, and Hongjoong couldn’t muster even a sound as Mingi walked around to face him.

The shock on his face when he recognised Hongjoong was comical. He looked like he had seen a ghost, his lips parted and his voice caught in his throat.

“Mingi,” Hongjoong finally managed to say. And just like that the floodgates fell open. “Mingi, Mingi, Mingi, Mingi,” he chanted, unable to stop himself.

He could barely remember what happened but next thing he knew, Mingi had him wrapped ina crushing hug. “Why did it take so long?” He heard Mingi ask. Hongjoong just held onto him tighter, too afraid to let go.

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Mingi smiled, taking Hongjoong’s hand into his own, running his thumb over his knuckles.

“No offence but I didn’t expect someone who booked and almost missed a flight to a random country in less than eight hours to be the most well adjusted person out there.” Hongjoong wanted to protest what Mingi was saying but he knew there was no point. “A part of me knew I’d wake up in that bed alone. It also knew that if I tried to get in touch with you, you’d just shut down. So all I could do was wait.”

“But I was so terrible to you, weren’t you hurt?”

“Oh I was plenty hurt, right after my ex too, but I wasn’t mad. I just couldn’t find it in me to be angry with you.”

Hongjoong raised Mingi’s hand to his lips almost reverently and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

“I don’t care what you deserve or not, Hongjoong. I want you, if you want me too.” Mingi looked at Hongjoong with such a burning passion that he couldn’t help but speak his heart.

“I want you so bad, Mingi. With every fibre of my being,” he said. “Every time I look at you I had to remind myself that I’m not dreaming. I just wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you again.”

“I wouldn’t forgive you either, and it would hurt me a lot if you rejected me right now. So just say yes. What has to happen will happen. Don’t let that stop you from being happy.”

Hongjoong closed his eyes and let himself wash away all his worries in the wave of Mingi’s presence. “Yes, a thousand times over.”

#pirateez1year #pirateeznet #hongjoong #mingi #kim hongjoong #song mingi #ateez fanfic #hongjoong x mingi #ateez angst

[nonclassyparty]

if you wrote a novel i would seriously read it. your story telling/planning is novel quality i mean it.

for my thoughts on the last chapter 💐💐:

it may suck but i don’t feel too bad that her and mingi didn’t work out considering that he still obviously has some growing to do emotionally. hopefully he can achieve that and if they end up crossing paths in the future, great. if not also great, or at least she finds someone who’s right for her considering she expressed desire to be in a relationship, or even if she stays with herself bc i’m a firm believer that you can be happy without a romantic relationship.

i like the way you wrote her and yeosangs sort of reconciliation, it’s a bit more realistic bc i wouldn’t be so quick to forgive someone who’s treated me like that either, but i like how they can be around each other without feeling the need to be overly friendly and also without feeling like they’re just tolerating each other (i think the word is cordial, idk). there’s balance.

i’m not someone who expresses her emotions regularly but when her and seonghwa spoke for the first time in a while almost made me get out the tissues. this is the softest we’ve seen him act the whole story and i like how you wrote in his lego building hobby i thought it was very endearing.

as for sans ending, i don’t really feel a way about it other than it ended as perfectly as it could. when she first called him initially i was just like “girl i know we over him but why keep calling him” but i realize it was her final go at getting closure and i feel like their ending made sense. what more would they talk about in the future if they continue meeting even as friends? we saw how that turned out the first time. and at least she got something out of it (which was seonghwa)

i just love how you tied the story together at the end. if it’s ok to ask (i mean you already made it clear in the last chapter) how do you think they all end up in the further future. like who gets married, does she pursue bigger things with her art, etc.

i hope you’re proud of yourself for this story, bc it’s honestly one of the best series i’ve read here and i can’t wait for your next one bc i know it’s also gonna be great as well <3

omg woahhhhhh thank you very much!!

i genuinely have nothing to add to these little points u guys are making but i really enjoy reading them altho i will say that the seonghwa parts were hard to write. him and san being friends was something i planned from the start but i simply didn't know how to insert hwa into this chapter or if i did their meeting and reconciliation justice, it's hard to describe sibling relationships 😭

as for the question about where they'll end up in the future;

well, the one year forward where y/n has the apartment finally already means two things, first- wooyoung and yeosang live together now and second- it was the apartment she talked to mingi about in act 6 when he asked "how does ur life look like if everything goes to plan?" or something and which he asked about in the last chapter meaning that the story ended with her finally in a place where she's content with her life and it can only go up from there. she will later on start working as an illustrator for animated movies (a lot of inspiration for her art to me came from spirited away lol) and that will be her main occupation while she will do some art for herself occasionally. and she will meet someone, i imagine him being a fan of her works so he will be head over heels for her and she will finally get romanced the life out of her lol but i don't see any kids for her, i don't think she'd want to be a mother.

mingi well...he'll fall in love with someone else, get married, have kids, move out of the city and join a smaller firm somewhere bc it makes him more content and it's less pressure. hongjoong is similar to y/n in a way that the both of them are single and in a place where they want to have fun in life, they obviously keep in touch as she goes to visit him in tokyo and he sends her postcards, he's sort of a free spirit...

seonghwa will marry his current girlfriend, continue working at his father's firm but their relationship will never be good, hwa and y/n will be very close tho!

and san...well, i kinda want to say i'm keeping his ending a secret bc i'd like to write a spin-off for him some time later but if that never happens, then his life will be what he imagined it - he'll be very rich but very lonely.

wooyoung and yeosang will get married. when y/n left woo to go to the hotel, he literally called yeosang crying and said "you have to marry me bc there is no breaking up here after going through all this shit"😭

[uhlatcha]

A PLACE CALLED YOU - CHAPTER THREE

WATTPAD | AO3 | PLAYLIST | A PLACE CALLED YOU MASTERLIST FANDOMS: ATEEZ, STRAY KIDS PAIRING: JYH x OC WORDS: 2508 GENRE: FANFIC, ROMCOM, NON IDOL AU, COLLEGE AU NOTES: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, ANY FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOME.

CHAPTER THREE

"We're here" Hongjoong announced as the small group reached the top of the huge flight of stairs leading up to Hongjoong's friend's apartment "It's the apartment on the left, the roof is shared with the other apartment" he explained, pointing to the other door.

The apartment was on the top floor of the building right on the roof, which was very big and spacious. And it was completely dirty and dusty.

Seonghwa walked around, scowling at the slovenly state of the underused space.

"This place needs a good cleaning" the boy commented "How can anyone live in this dirt?"

"Let's go inside" Joong called, already unlocking the big glass door. "Yunho has class now and can't come, but you can feel free to look around."

"If it's like that out here, imagine it in there" Seonghwa commented.

The living room was well lit thanks to the glass door. Tati walked to the door and entered the apartment, following Joong, who was already inside, opening the living room curtains and the window.

The living room was quite large, but relatively empty, there was only a sofa, a dark wood coffee table and a small shelf with video game consoles and the biggest TV Tati had ever seen in her life, other than that there were no decor items. or nothing of the sort.

"What did you say he studies anyway?" Tati wanted to know.

"Arts" Joong replied.

"The guy studies art and doesn't have any decorations at home? That's weird to say the least" Seonghwa commented "At least it's cleaner in here"

"This is the bathroom" Joong said, pointing to a door to the right of the room. On the opposite side was the kitchen, which was separated from the living room only by a counter. "And there the bedrooms, yours is the one on the left" Joong explained, pointing to two doors near the kitchen.

Tati walked towards the door that Hongjoong indicated and opened it. The room was of a reasonable size and there was already a closet, bed, a desk and some shelves. All the furniture was white, as were the floors and walls.

"Yunho said you can use the furniture, I figured with the flooding thing you must have lost some stuff." Joong said, standing at the door as the girl surveyed the room.

Tati walked around the apartment one more time, checking the bathroom, which turned out to be the cleanest room, which surprised her.

"So what do you think?" Joong wanted to know.

"It's by far the best apartment I visited during my search" She admitted "It's in a good location, the roof is amazing and the bedroom furniture is a great addition. Of course, it needs a cleaning, but considering everything else and the rental price... It's perfect."

"But" Seonghwa said, as if he could read the girl's mind.

"But I don't even know Yunho" she added "How can I share an apartment with someone I haven't even seen in my life?"

"He can't be here today, but I guarantee he's a good person. I would never put you in a bad situation" Joong assured.

Tati turned to Seonghwa and he didn't need her to say anything to understand that yes, she had already made up her mind.

"You loved it, didn't you?" the boy asked. Tati approached him, holding his hands, nodding excitedly. Seonghwa sighed, not too excited about the idea.

***

After visiting the apartment, Tati decided it was time to finally call Chris and tell him what had happened. She decided to go straight to the hotel, leaving Seonghwa and Hongjoong alone.

"You didn't like the gift?" Hongjoong asked as the two walked through the city center. Hongjoong was going to take pictures at the Chinese restaurant near the gym, and Seonghwa was coming back to rehearse more in the afternoon.

"What?" Hwa asked "Of course I liked it. It's...perfect" he smiled as he put his hands in his coat pockets, holding the small box inside his left pocket.

"I was going to bring you something more discreet" Hongjoong said "But when I saw the ring... I knew it was this. Sorry if it's too much..."

"No, it's perfect, really" Seonghwa assured, stopping on the way and holding hands with Hongjoong, who smiled, satisfied "Thank you"

The two continued walking together in comfortable silence. Seonghwa was really happy with the gift. The ring was perfect, and it didn't go unnoticed that Hongjoong wore one just like it. The gift meant something, and Seonghwa would wear it with pride.

The two turned the corner that led to the bakery street, and came face to face with a huge line.

"What happened here?" Seonghwa asked, looking wide-eyed at Hongjoong.

"Let's find out," he said, walking toward New at the store's door.

"Hey New, what happened?" Joong asked.

"Apparently our cake went viral thanks to someone famous who came here and talked about it on the internet." New explained. "I've never seen this place so full."

"Lia must be freaking out in there." Seonghwa commented.

"It's crazy, May is in my place while I stay here." New said.

"I wish I could help, but I have a session now." Joong explained.

"I had to rehearse, but I can do that later." Seonghwa said.

"Come in," New said, opening the door.

"See you later" Joong said to Hwa "Bye New."

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It was difficult for May to get into the bakery that afternoon. The place was packed and there was a line outside where the outside tables that had been removed used to be. She was only able to get in because the clerk at the door controlling access knew her and knew that she was Lia's friend.

She walked in, dodging the customers waiting for her orders near the counter. She spotted Lia filling a paper bag with cookies.

"Hey what happened, why is it so crowded today? Is it a special date?" May asked.

"Apparently from what Lucy said, some influencer came here and talked about our tres leches and now we're fully booked."

"That's crazy, but it's pretty cool actually," May commented.

"You say that because you're on this side of the counter, it's crazy in the kitchen. I've never made as much cake in my life as today" Lia said "I was making the cakes, but things got out of hand so New had to go there in front to take care of the entrance, and I came here. I tried to call Tati, but it just goes to voicemail."

"Need help?" May offered.

Lia stopped for a moment, looked around, then looked at the window and the line outside. Of all her friends, May was the only one who had never worked in the bakery.

"You know the menu well, do you think you can stay here and serve? In the meantime I'll go back and help in the kitchen" Lia said and May nodded, passing behind the counter. "Go back there and tie your hair, wash your hands and get an apron and then we'll change."

May did as her friend asked and soon she was back, Lia hugged her and thanked her for the help, and then hurried to the kitchen, she had a lot of work to do.

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"I can't believe we've been waiting in line for almost an hour for a piece of cake," Jongho said, taking his cell phone out of his pocket.

"From what I've seen, it's not just any cake," Yeosang said, looking at the reviews on the bakery's website.

"Don't they do deliveries?" Jongo asked impatiently.

"From what I've seen, yes, but only with orders." Yeosang explained.

"So why are we here waiting in line when we could order and eat at home?" Jongho asked indignantly.

"Because their order book is closed for at least up to three months" Yeosang explained "And I need this cake today."

"Honestly, after a long day at work the only thing I need is my bed" Jongho commented.

Yeosang understood his friend's attitude, he was also tired and wanted to go home, but everyone seemed to be talking about that bakery, and if there was one thing that Yeosang always enjoyed, it was the chance to try good food, even if he had to wait in line. for that.

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"Hi daddy." Tati said, thinning her voice, as soon as Chris answered the video call, immediately rolling her eyes at her sister's bad joke.

"You need to stop this," he said, pretending to be angrier than he really was.

"Is this how you treat me after not hearing from me for so long?

I almost regret calling."

"Oh great you brought it up" he said "May I know why you were ignoring my messages and calls? I was starting to think you had been kidnapped. But I think if that was the case the kidnappers would have returned you by now, you are pretty annoying."

"It's my greatest gift," she said.

"Seriously" Chan said, changing his tone "What happened?"

"I had to tell you something, but I didn't want to worry you, so I avoided you until everything was settled," she admitted.

Chris took a deep breath, ready to start a lecture, but Tati interrupted him.

"I know, no matter what, I can always talk to you. But I didn't know how to reach you and say, 'Hey, my apartment collapsed after a leak and I'm homeless,' so I'm sorry."

"Wait...WHAT?!" he exclaimed. "Like this?"

"The old plumbing broke and there was a leak that caused it to collapse because of the humidity. But I wasn't home so I didn't get hurt or anything, but the apartment is gone."

"I told you you could do better than that mob" Chris said "But my God, Tatiana. How your apartment collapses and you don't even deign to tell me? Do you need money? Do you have a place to stay?"

"I have the insurance money. For the first few weeks I stayed with Lia, now I'm in a hotel, but I've already got a place to stay for the long term, I'm moving on Saturday. I took care of everything, I can manage on my own."

"That's not the point, Tati. I'm your big brother, you should tell me these things. You don't have to fend for yourself all the time."

She lowered her head. She really wanted to believe her brother's words, but it was hard, when she'd spent her entire life being told by her parents that she was incapable of fending for herself. Something she spent her whole life trying to prove otherwise.

All her life she got used to doing everything by herself, because Chris was always independent, she left home very early to do what she dreamed of; the younger sister had the privileges of the youngest, as the middle child, Tati had a hard time fitting in. She always tried to be the perfect daughter, and thanks to her anxiety, she had to work harder than others to get what she wanted, and even if she did, she often ended up falling behind.

"You can always count on me, even if I'm not there physically. It's always been that way, and it always will be."

That was true. Even though he was far away, Christopher was always her anchor. The two had been on the phone every Sunday since he'd left, eventually making video calls and spending the entire week texting. Whenever Tati needed to talk to someone, he was there, even if not physically. And when she moved, he was the one who helped her settle in the city.

"I know" she said "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I really didn't want to worry you. You were traveling and I knew if I told you I'd want to run back here."

"Fine," he said, "But I think it's good for me to know the next time your house collapses."

"I honestly hope it doesn't happen again in the near future," she admitted.

"I assume our parents weren't informed about what happened either" Chris commented and she nodded "Are you going to tell them about the move?"

"I don't see why" she said, shrugging her shoulders, Chris didn't say anything.

"I'll send the boys to help you with the move," he commented.

"No need, it's Saturday, they must have plans" she said.

"They adore you, they won't mind." Chris assured her "I have to go now," she said, looking at her watch. "But I'll call you Saturday to see how the move went, and you can call me first if you need anything."

"Alright" she said "We'll talk"

As soon as Chan hung up, Tati felt relieved that she had finally told him what had happened. It felt good to be able to take that weight off her back.

When she ended the call, she finally saw Lia's missed calls and messages and ran to the bakery.

***

San spent most of the afternoon wondering if he should call May. She'd been acting strange since the night the two of them had rehearsed alone and he'd ended up talking more than he should have.

He had talked to Wooyoung about what happened, the two didn't hide anything from each other. Woo looked annoyed at first but soon returned to normal. They both liked her a lot, thanks to all the time they'd been spending together. The two missed their friend and just wanted to resolve the whole situation.

So in the late afternoon, after having his texts and calls ignored, San decided to try his luck and go to the bakery where May used to go. What he and Wooyoung didn't expect was to find a huge line leading out of the store and around the corner.

"Hey Woo" he heard as he walked up the street, then turned around to find Yeosang and Jongho standing in line, waving at him. The boy went towards his friend, very excited, and hugged him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"We're waiting in line for cake, I've tried to make Yeosang give up, but he refuses." Jongho explained "I think the wait is worth it, or I'll kill him."

"Oh believe me, everything Lia does is amazing" Wooyoung began

"Wait" Yeosang said "Do you know the owner of the bakery? Have you ever eaten here? Why haven't you mentioned the place before?"

"I actually know the owner's daughter, but she makes most of the cakes."

"Can you get us inside?" Jongho asked hopefully. They were already very close to the door.

Woo looked at the boy at the door, who was already familiar from the two of them frequenting the bakery in the last few months. San wondered if the boy would recognize them too when May walked out of the store. She wore a pink apron and hair cap and looked slightly nervous talking to the boy.

"Excuse me" she said, raising her voice and waving to people in line "I'm sorry, but the cake and the material we used to prepare it is over."

The information was followed by complaints and some boos.

"We still have other flavors of cake and other types of candy," she continued. "And for those who wish, we're going to give out some free cookies for the unexpected inconvenience, just wait where you are for a few more minutes."

Jongho took a deep breath in disappointment, Yeosang made a face so sad that he looked like he was about to cry. A few people walked out of line complaining, but most stayed where they were, waiting for the free cookies.

#Ateez Fanfic #original character #Yunho x OC #JYH #A Place Called You #Kpop #Kpop fanfic #non idol au #ballet au #college au #uhlatcha #writing #Atiny

[here4theheartbreak]

I SAW THE NEW BABY CLOUD!!!! ☁️

Woosanhwa eating the peppers for the kids was so funny! Wooyoung looked so close to tapping out. Ahhhhh.

It was so cute when the twins didn't want it to be over, they just wanted their uncles! And Jaeyul also wanting to stay with Hwa? Plus, the way he wanted to sit with him to eat and pulled out his chair?? SO SOFT. TOO SOFT. I AM DEAD.

Octo-parenting~ 😂 A child per dorm would be a great thing to watch!! Imagine Yunho and Yeosang with a little kid by themselves. Cuteeee~!

Ah, I also don't want it to be over! EVER!! @ KQ make it Wanteez!!!

Imagining Wooyoung waiting at Hongjoong's door, just to speak to him without honorifics at the stroke of midnight, is entertaining me no end. Hongjoong would be furious but, as we know, Wooyoung likes to be shouted at and mistreated so, even as he runs for his life, he'd be loving it. 😂

Hongjoong definitely won't care about Hwa being his hyung for real, he's such a reliable and important person in his life. But they're already teasing each other about it and I love it! His '아이고 형님~~~~ 형.님 형!님!^^' on bstage was so adorable. Ahhh I love them so much! They're perfect. My hopeless men who can't make friends easily. 🥺

Yesssss. K-drama prime suspect Yunho?? AMAZING. I WANT IT NOWWWWW. He could play such a potential terrifying, confusing, compelling character. He has the depth and expressions down for sure!

Let me try and drag other Ateez shows out of my head... Stressor Things. Pirate Reboot. Curse of the Money Hole. Parasite Double Up. The Vikings. That's all I can think of but I feel like I'm missing something obvious. 🤷‍♀️😂 They're all from universe. I have a link somewhere. I'll message it separately when I find it!

Did you see that fancall of San talking to a trans fan today? He's so sweet and patient. Our Choi San is a comforting hill, just like his dad wanted him to be~! ⛰️

Also, San lingering in the back of Seonghwa's live in a sheet mask. HAUNTING. 😂

!!!!!!!!!! Did you see SanHwa doing the Hard and Bouncy challenges with Minho? The way I lost my absolute shit. I never ever expected my two favorite groups from 2 gens apart to even share the same camera space, let alone do any sort of dance together, especially my top two biases 🥲 - I was not okay yesterday and my friends took every chance to remind me that it really happened - I was probably more excited about it than the damn members 🤣

Also YES - cast Yunho as prime suspect who makes everyone else uncomfortable and everyone thinks did it because he has all the motive and capability, but not the actual killer; that should be Yeosang, who everyone brushed off as sweet and in the wrong place at the wrong time, incapable of a murder so brutal. Wooyoung should be the comic relief rookie investigator that accidentally destroys/misplaces some piece of evidence that is vital to realizing it's Yeo 😂

Also yes I looked up the fancall after you mentioned it! (I completely forgot to respond until today bc my brain is made of swiss cheese, but still). I cried - holy shit, San was so gentle and knew exactly what to say. He didn't seem confused or weirded out or anything, just totally open and supportive and loving, and wanted to make the fan feel welcome and supported in the fandom and I just 🥲

Serious time here for a moment lol

This particular fan call really did mean something. Speaking personally and seriously for a moment, as a transmasc kpop fan, I do often feel alienated in the fandom. Not only because I worry about fans being uncomfortable (I won't go stealth for that reason, online, because I feel like that distinction between cis and trans is vital when historically cismen have been awful in fandom spaces like this) - but also because in my experience kpop boy groups themselves just kind of expect their fans to all be girls/women. (Younger girls/women but that's a different topic).

Not only are most songs gender coded for that (which most of Ateez don't seem to be, and let me tell you that is a huge relief), but there are times that the confusion or surprise when a member meets a male fan is visible and that just :/ is super upsetting in a way, because I worry they're weirded or grossed out, etc - esp given the historical cultural discrimination against the queer community - it's just hard to really know.

People can talk about supportive idols across the board until they're blue in the face - it's really easy to support in theory, donate to charities, say equal rights, etc - when you're not face with it.

So something like this - a one-on-one conversation that with someone openly of that community, that as far as San knew wouldn't be published on a public platform, etc - having him not even hesitate to be comforting and supportive - that really touched me. And to have him try so hard to get his support and love across in a language that wasn't his own, it just... Really really solidified how deeply, inherently good he is. (And made me 100% sure this was the group that will be my ult for the foreseeable future).

okay enough serious sappy crud

That live was absolutely horrifying, thank you. Seonghwa really needs to invest in a lock for his door when he does lives 🤣 or a spray bottle - just start spraying him like a misbehaving kitten when he creeps into lives like this 🤣🤣🤣

Also, I am so sad promotions are officially over 😭 - It's been a very very long time since I have followed a group's promotions all the way through to the end without getting absolutely sick of the same song performance 😭 - I usually give up after about week 1, but I had zero problem this time around and wish they had another week 🥲

Also thank you so much for that link!!! You are a life saver, I have a whole little mountain more of fun stuff to watch for a few weeks now! Thank you!!! My friend let me borrow her copy of the Break the Wall concert in Seoul that I need to watch too, so I'm simply delighted with the content I've got for a while now lol

#answered #ask #daegu-flowjob

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Prologue - Truth or Dare

Word count: 3.9k

genre: suggestive (MINORS DNI!)

Part 1 of Stuck Together

Contents: This is a (not so) small intro chapter to the series to set the *cough* pLoT. There is no smut in this one but a lot of suggestive stuff and mentions of kinks.

I really don't like this chapter myself but it's the intro and a lot of people still enjoyed it so I don't want to delete this. But I promise the other chapters are better.

"Due to the sudden outbreak of the Corona virus within the university staff, all residents of school housing are forbidden to leave their apartments for the following 14 days and will have to remain in quarantine. Everyone has to stay in their respective housing complexes." The announcement rang through the entire campus housing building.

"They have got to be fucking kidding me," you said out loud and immediately left your desk to go to the hallway and check for your roommates.

In the hallway almost all doors were wide open as you were met with incredulous faces.

"Are they really locking us up for two weeks?" Wooyoung asked in disbelief.

"Looks like it," Jongho replied with an annoyed shrug.

"Following these precautions, the final exams will be postponed until next month."

This late statement sparked much more enthusiastic responses among the boys.

"That means we have two weeks of vacation!" Yeosang cheered.

"Trapped in our fucking dorm," Seonghwa added still annoyed.

"I can't believe I will be trapped with all eight of you idiots for two weeks," you muttered under your breath but all of them seemed to hear you perfectly clear as they looked at you.

"Be glad it's us, at least we're fun!" Wooyoung snapped back.

"Why don't we ever do fun things then?" you replied to him with a sulk.

"Y/n is right, We should use this free time to have some fun. Maybe we can play some games and have a few drinks?" Hongjoong suggested to lighten up the mood.

"GAMES!" an excited San screamed and with that your plans for the evening were settled.

"We'll see us in the living room later than," Seonghwa concluded after you set some plans and everyone retreated to their room.

You now didn't feel enough time pressure anymore to continue your studies and instead thought about the upcoming evening.

You loved spending time with your chaotic flatmates. Even if they were annoying sometimes.

Opening your closet you roamed through the clothes stacked in messy piles. If I spent the evening with eight handsome guys I might as well dress up.

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You helped pushing the furniture towards the sides so that you could sit on the ground together comfortably around the small couch table. Towards the back of the room, Wooyoung and San stacked up all the alcohol they found in the apartment, which proved to be way more than everyone thought.

"Before anyone gets themselves a drink, I have an idea for a game," Jongho announced as soon as everyone had been gathered.

"That can't be a good one," Seonghwa muttered lowly but you heard him as he was standing right next to you.

"Then tell us," Mingi said impatiently. He was just about to get himself something to drink. Everyone looked at Jongho expectantly.

"Everyone mixes up a drink and then we draw lots to see who gets which drink."

You heard Seonghwa groan in annoyance next to you and you couldn't help but agree. But the evil inhabitants of your dorm were already way to excited about the idea.

Wooyoung flashed a cheeky grin, while Yeosang just smirked inwardly, clearly planning a horrific mixture in his head.

"Okay, but at least make it somewhat drinkable..." Hongjoong agreed with a sigh.

And with that everyone scattered around the drink table and started mixing up a drink. You were torn between multiple options. You did like cocktails but didn't want anything too strong early in the evening. After all you could happen to pull your own drink.

You decided on a very neutral option in the end and simply poured a glass of white wine. Your own wine to be exact. It was the only bottle inside the apartment except for Seonghwa's cooking wine which he had deemed undrinkable.

Yeosang looked at you in disappointment: "You're no fun Y/n."

"You will regret saying that once you pull your own... mixture of hell or whatever that is." You looked at his glass in disgust. You knew he had added at least 3 different kinds of hard liquor and were even more afraid that he would top it with either beer or milk, which some idiot had added to the table as well.

In the end, you hadn't paid attention to what most of the boys were mixing up so almost all the drinks were an absolute mysteries to you. You all lined them up next to each other and every drink got a number. Jongho had already prepared little slips of paper with the numbers on them to draw.

"Ok, who wants to go first," he asked with an evil grin on his face as he tossed the lots into a bowl.

"I'll get this over with," Seonghwa said and drew a piece of paper. "It's number 7."

"That's mine," San announced with a delighted smile and you immediately felt bad for Seonghwa. The glass he picked up is filled with a brown liquid and he eyed it with a look of displeasure.

When the others encouraged him to take a sip he did and as soon as the flavour hit him, he started gagging.

"What the fuck did you put in there?" he asked San with a furious expression on his face.

"Just about everything," the younger said more than satisfied.

You continued the number drawing and soon it was your turn.

"Number 4," you said and looked at the glass.

"That's mine," Hongjoong announced with a hint of jealousy. The mixture he got from Wooyoung looked much less pleasant than what he had mixed up himself. "It's just a gin tonic."

You breathed out in relieve and when you tasted the drink you found it quite pleasant. You shot Hongjoong a thankful smile which he responded to with a small wink that unexpectedly made your heart flutter and you looked down quickly.

Yeosang ended up getting your white wine and he looked like a pleased prince as he sipped on it. You all settled down and you end up sitting between San on your right and Yeosang on your left.

"Now that we all have something to drink, what do we play?" Mingi asked into the group.

"How about truth or dare?" Wooyoung suggested and as soon as those words left his mouth you knew you've gotten yourself into trouble. After all, you're the only girl with 8 men playing a game that's usually used for only dirty questions and dares.

Noone seemed to object, so an excited Wooyoung started: "But there is one extra rule! Everyone has one chance to ask a group question, when truth gets picked. We all have to answer then."

""And if we don't want to?" a sulking Mingi asked.

"Then you drink you coward!" Wooyoung answered with a scowl. "Alright," he looked around the room for his first victim. "Seonghwa, truth or dare?"

The older eyed Wooyoung sceptically. "Truth."

A bright grin spread on Wooyoung's face and he was clearly up to no good: "When was the last time you got laid?"

Your eyes widened at the directness of the question. You didn't expect this game to go south that fast. Seonghwa glared at him like he was about to get up and beat the living shit out of Wooyoung.

The latter noticed and added even more smugly: "It's just a game, Seonghwa. If you're too shy to answer you can drink up."

He knew very well that drinking whatever hell San mixed up for him was not really an option.

"Like... three months ago," he said with a straight face.

"Damn, that's why you're so cranky lately," Wooyoung added and Jongho and San chuckle at his remark. Seonghwa kept glaring at him for a second before moving on with the game.

"San, truth or dare?"

The younger stopped laughing and looked mildly afraid. "Dare?"

"You have to laugh like Wooyoung for the rest of the game," Seonghwa decided and Wooyoung looked at him offendedly.

"Why would you do that to us, Seonghwa?" Hongjoong asked with a tired expression as soon as San started imitating Wooyoung's shrieking laugh. You flinched from the volume right beside you.

"If he does that the entire evening, I'll go deaf," you complained and Seonghwa looked at you in worry.

"Okay, then just until it's his turn again."

San nodded and picked the next person. "Yeosang, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"You have been listening to this one song a lot lately, what was it again, Sexyback by Justin Timberlake."

Yeosang shifted next to you nervously.

"Last week I walked in on you dancing to it. Why don't you give us a little show."

Yeosang's face turned a deep crimson colour as everyone looked at him.

"He's not gonna do it anyway," Jongho teased with an amused grin.

Fuelled by the challenge, Yeosang put on a determined face and got up after taking another sip of his wine for confidence. "Okay, play the song."

A shocked looking Hongjoong, who was in control of the music, looked for the song and finally played it.

You could feel the nervousness drip off of Yeosang but he still tried to look confident in his spot in front of the speakers. As soon as he started moving to the beat, it was like a switch inside of him was flipped.

You had never seen Yeosang dance and to say you were shocked was a massive understatement. He moved in strong and fluid movements and his eyes held a dangerous gleam. When he went to the floor for his next move you covered your mouth in shock.

Wooyoung's shriek was audible over the music and Jongho started picking up objects around him in order to cope with the second-hand embarrassment.

When Yeosang stopped you realized that you had held your breath the entire time. You couldn't help but feel flustered. It was like you shouldn't have seen what you just saw.

As Yeosang returned to his place next to you he slumped down and buried his face in his hands, embarrassment now settling in.

"You took that dare personally, damn." Mingi said and you had to agree. You never knew Yeosang could be like that. He always struck you as shy and cute.

Trying to recover from his embarrassment he continued the game: "Mingi, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Drink half of that terrible stuff you mixed up for Hongjoong."

"I hate you," Mingi said but got the glass from Hongjoong and emptied half of it at once.

"Thank god," Hongjoong announced in relieve as he received his glass back. Mingi meanwhile was making choking noises before he finally pulled himself together again.

"Y/n, truth or dare?"

Mingi was absolutely unpredictable with these kinds of games so you went for the seemingly easier choice: "Truth."

"Who do you find the most attractive out of us?"

The question took you off guard and you really had to ponder about it for a few seconds. "You're all handsome, that question is unfair."

"That's not an answer," Wooyoung said a little too insistent and you had to suppress a laugh.

"Can I at least chose two?"

Mingi nodded impatiently. Everyone looked at you attentively waiting for an answer. You had never witnessed them all so quiet before.

"Hongjoong and Seonghwa," you finally announced and watched for their reactions carefully.

Hongjoong's head perked up, he looked surprised that you had mentioned him. Seonghwa however had a smug little grin going on and to your demise it made him look even more attractive.

"Those two?" Jongho asked in disbelief which earned him a glare from Seonghwa.

You shrug at the youngest apologetically: "You made me chose so live with the consequences."

The choice really was anything but easy. All of them were incredibly good-looking and each had their own personal charm. But something about the oldest two always made you especially light-headed whenever they looked at you.

These are still your roommates, you idiot, you thought to yourself.

"Hongjoong, truth or dare?"

"Truth," the older replied in an instant. He looked at you curiously and you felt your heart rate increasing under his gaze.

"Great, then I'll make use of my group question."

Protest rang around the room as you smiled, very pleased with yourself. They had brought this upon themselves.

"If you've ever thought about kissing me, raise a hand."

You were a little afraid that noone would raise their hand and you would look dumb as hell with your question. But you knew your roommates too well to not catch them staring at you whenever you were wearing short clothes or when you bend down to pick something up from the ground. They thought they were smart but sometimes they were more than obvious.

Seonghwa raised his hand without hesitation and with the way his dark eyes fixed on yours, you felt like you could crumble beneath his gaze any second.

San and Wooyoung lifted theirs in unison which was almost creepy but you were not surprised. Especially Wooyoung really couldn't hide his stares at all.

Hongjoong raised his hand as well but he couldn't quite seem to look you in the eyes. By now you were starting to feel flustered. Do I really have that effect on them?

You were even more shocked to see that one after another every single one of them raised their hand. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and mildly regretted the question.

"Well, you got your answer," Wooyoung chuckled, finding amusement in your visibly flustered state.

"I sure did." you replied, still not sure what to think.

"Wooyoung, truth or dare?" Hongjoong suddenly continued.

"Dare," he chose without hesitation.

"Give me back the headphones you borrowed from me two months ago."

Wooyoung looked thrown off guard but then smiled. "Wow, you really got me with that one. I'll give them to you after the game."

Hongjoong shook his head in annoyance. He knew already that he wouldn't ever see those headphones again.

Wooyoung continued to dare Jongho to try to break a watermelon with his bare hands which to everyone's surprise he actually succeeded at.

"San, truth or dare?" Jongho continued.

"Truth."

A wildly evil grin spread on the youngest face and you prepared yourself for the worst. But there was no way to prepare for what he got you all into next.

"I'll take use of my group question as well."

You felt the room go silent. Everyone was secretly afraid of Jongho as you know very well that he did not hold back in situations like this.

He relished in the silence for another second before he revealed his question: "Everyone has to name one kink that they have."

Your eyes widened in shock and there was absolutely no sound inside the room except for the music playing in the background. Seonghwa looked like his eyes were about to fall out of his sockets and the others stared at Jongho in different stages of disbelief.

"Wow, you really are a bunch of cowards," Jongho laughed not seeming the least bit uncomfortable under all the stares. "I'll even be nice and answer it myself as well. I have a thing for choking others," he revealed with a smirk.

In response, Yeosang choked on his drink and Jongho looked annoyed. "Not that kind of choking."

You couldn't help but laugh at his remark and San next to you did the same. He can't be serious though?, you thought. I'm going to die if I say that out loud.

For a moment you thought everyone would just object to his question but unfortunately, Wooyoung didn't mind answering as well: "I definitely have a praise kink. Something about getting compliments just feels too good."

"Why is that not surprising at all," Seonghwa muttered as he rolled his eyes.

By now your skin was burning in hotness and you couldn't seem to look anyone into the eye. You really tried your best not to think of your roommates in a sexual way up until this point but this game was making that impossible.

Wooyoung and Jongho looked around expectantly, waiting for someone else to answer.

"I have a daddy kink," Seonghwa said with a straight face and you feel like you can't trust your ears any longer.

"Which way though?" Wooyoung asked snickering.

"Do I look like I call other people daddy?" the older replied with a glare and you couldn't breathe anymore.

The worst thing was that Seonghwa's answer had been the first thing that came to your mind as well when Jongho asked the question. But now you couldn't possibly admit to the same thing after Seonghwa already said it. And even worse: You couldn't stop thinking about Seonghwa having a daddy kink.

I will never be able to look at the boys the same.

"I'm very dominant," San said. "If that counts as a kink?"

"We'll accept that," Jongho replied. You felt like you were about to scream because you were so flustered.

"I like to make them beg," Hongjoong added to the collection of kinks you had acquired in the room and your head was getting dizzy. An image of Hongjoong towering over you with a smirk flashed through your imagination and you had to shake your head to concentrate back on reality.

I am not drunk enough for this yet, you thought as you took another sip of your drink.

"Don't be shy, Y/n." Jongho taunted you. "Or have we traumatized you already."

"No, it's not that." You answered trying to keep your voice stable. "I just don't know which one to tell you."

THAT WAS THE WRONG FUCKING THING TO SAY! But you realized that too late.

Jongho's eyes widened and he looked incredibly amused. "Wow, so many to chose from?"

You internally punched yourself and already knew that they would never let you live this down. "That's not what I meant. Ok, I'll give you something to think about. I have a praise and a degradation kink at the same time."

You emptied your glass as soon as you finished the sentence. You couldn't believe that you just said that out loud.

"How is that supposed to work?" Wooyoung questioned.

"Oh, easy!" Seonghwa answered. "You just tell her what a good little slut she is and that should do the job."

You started violently choking on your drink and Yeosang had to slap your back multiple times before you regained your ability to breathe. Seonghwa looked at me with an evil grin: "Am I right?"

"Basically, yes." Is all you could say before you stared at the ground to recover from this. Seonghwa's words made you way hotter than they should be and you were trying really hard not to think about his raspy voice saying that again right next to you ear.

Only three more people were left to confess and you didn't know if you would be able to survive it.

"I like girls riding on my thighs," Yeosang admitted shyly. Your eyes automatically travelled to his legs and you definitely understood where he was coming from.

The attention shifted towards Mingi and Yunho who sat next to each other and both hadn't said anything yet. Especially the latter looked rather embarrassed. His eyes were focused on the ground and he wasn't moving as single inch.

Mingi finally decided to get it over with: "I like girls who are loud. Best if they scream."

"Thank god you don't bring girls over often," San commented from the side.

"So, Yunho... We've all exposed ourselves. I'm sure you can do it too." Jongho tried to get the older boy to talk.

Yunho took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the floor as he spoke in a hushed voice: "I kind of have a size kink. Like making a girl feel small."

"That one definitely makes sense," Jongho commented and Yunho still kept his eyes on the ground shyly.

With his height most girls would automatically feel small around him. You remember how you do every time he stood close to you. But it always made you feel so safe around him.

San finally continued the game with another person and the following tasks were more mild than what Jongho had asked for. You couldn't concentrate on anything at all. Your mind kept circling around the things the boys had said.

You excused yourself to the bathroom to get a small break from their presence. Your reflection looked like you had just exercised. Face flushed and hair messy, even though you couldn't remember ruffling it up. You had probably done it unconsciously.

You washed you hands in ice cold water to cool down and recollect yourself. Their words kept on repeating in you head and it was driving you insane.

When you left the bathroom you ran into Wooyoung in the hallway.

"Trying to cool down?" he asked mockingly.

You were caught off guard by his remark. Was I so obviously flustered?

"What do you mean?" you asked trying to sound innocent.

Wooyoung took a step towards you, making you back up against the wall.

"Oh, I just thought we were making you nervous?" he said as he looked you up and down.

you could only stare back at him in surprise. Your pulse was racing and you could hear it thrumming in your ears.

He then started laughing and stepped back again. "You should have seen your face. You are definitely horny and it shows."

He kept on laughing as he continued his way to the bathroom. You felt embarrassed and mad at the same time. Wooyoung had always enjoyed teasing you but this was just mean. You were now even more flustered than when you had left for the bathroom.

Sitting back down in your spot you pretended nothing had happened while you were gone. It was just Seonghwa's turn and now he was looking for his next victim.

"Y/n, truth or dare?"

You didn't feel physically stable enough for a dare. Especially after San had made you dance to Fancy by Twice as a dare before. You didn't want anymore exercise.

"Truth."

Seonghwa grinned his evil grin and you knew you were down bad.

"You remember how you couldn't decide what to tell us during Jongho's question? Why don't you tell us one more kink, because you had such a hard time choosing."

Death spewed out of your eyes as you fixed him with your gaze. He didn't seem to care though, his grin unmoved.

Jongho laughed in amusement, obviously pleased that his question continued.

"I hate you Park Seonghwa."

"I know. But that's not gonna save you from the question."

You sighed deeply. It looked like you had no choice but to say your original answer. Driven by a fair amount of alcohol and the fact that you already told them about the other stuff, you obliged to his question.

"I have a daddy kink too."

You watched Seonghwa's eyes widen slightly in surprise before a satisfied expression took over his face. You felt like you had just sold yourself to the devil.

"Oh, god no. You two should really get a room." Jongho complained as he saw Seonghwa's look.

Both you and Seonghwa glared at him for the comment. You felt like there was almost nothing more embarrassing they could squeeze out of you now. Almost.

You continued the game for a few more rounds until noone could come up with good questions anymore. It had gotten late and it was obvious most of you were getting tired. Yeosang next to you had dozed off on your shoulder multiple times only to perk up when he noticed what he was doing.

"I'd say we call it a night," Hongjoong said while suppressing a yawn.

The others nodded in agreement and you started lazily putting away all the glasses and bottles. Before you returned to your room you shouted "Good night!" into the hallway so that everyone would hear.

A mess of eight voices responded and you smiled to myself. You really liked this chaotic mess of friends that you lived with. But tonight you got to know sides of them that you never knew you would get to know.

Heat still pulsed through your body as you were trying to process all of those new information.

The answers to Jongho's question circulated in your thoughts while you got ready for bed and still when you finally laid down.

They didn't leave anytime soon.

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Other parts of Stuck Together

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"Okay, I’ve got some news.” Hongjoong says as he sits down at the dinner table. “The NASA flight team offered me a job training their new pilots and um, I said Yes.”

“Yeah, we already about knew that.” Wooyoung says as he attempts to rewire a black and green lego robot named ‘Duke Lego’.

Yunho perks up in attention, leaning forward to peer closely at his older brother’s face, no doubt searching for signs of hidden reckless agendas. It reminds Hongjoong of the German Shepherd puppy they had when they were kids. 

“When you say ‘job’, what does that mean exactly?” 

“It’s just training some new pilots in a simulator. The facility is only half an hour away from here. I won’t be gone for long, just once a week. I’ll still keep my old job but we could really use the extra money.”

“Can I come?” Wooyoung asks, carefully resting Duke Lego on the table.

“No.” 

“Why not?! You said I could!”

Yunho observes his brothers with judgement. “Seriously, Hongjoong? You said he could go? To NASA? This guy? Because that’ll end well.”

“Shut up Yunho!” Wooyoung scowls. “I know more about this than you!”

Hongjoong waves his hand to silence the bickering. “My first day is tomorrow. It’ll just be meeting the pilots and going through some routine training. Nothing crazy.”

“So I could technically go.” Wooyoung reasons, “If it’s nothing crazy? I won’t touch anything I swear!”

“Still no.”

“Will Seonghwa be there? Can I show him my robots?”

“No!”

“Wait, what if I want to go too?” Yunho interjects. “Nobody asked me if I wanted to go!”

“Neither of you are going!” Hongjoong groans. “At least, not on my first day. I’m just telling you all this so you know where I’ll be. The Park Uncles will watch out for you while I’m gone.”

“We don’t need a babysitter.” Yunho rolls his eyes. “Well I don’t.”

“I don’t either!” Wooyoung echoes. 

“Sorry about your personal opinions on that but you’re both going to the Mill, they still need a lot of help with all the summer holiday orders. I’ll see you at around dinner time.”

Both younger brothers look like they want to keep protesting but when nothing else comes out, Hongjoong dismisses them to their rooms for the night so he can prepare himself for tomorrow. 

He’s already read the information pack front to back, several times, but NASA seems to have left out one important detail: what on earth they expected him to wear. It has him standing in front of his small closet for a good five minutes, deciding nothing but concluding it’s been at least year since he’s actually bought new clothes. 

Apart from the one black suit reserved for weddings and funerals, there’s a few plain t-shirts, cargo pants at various stages of life, assorted shirts he never wears, random items that Yunho had outgrown and his favourite dark brown leather jacket. He has two pairs of work boots, identical except for their colour. It wasn’t much of a selection. 

But then again, he hasn’t had to dress for any other occasions lately. As much as Jonghoon hassles him about it, dating in the time of global death is just not in the cards, not now and likely not ever. 

Ascending down the stairs the next day, he knows he’s worn the wrong thing because instead of the usual ‘good morning’ he’s just greeted with a burst of laughter. Maybe the white button down shirt was slightly too tight across the chest and maybe the black trousers had shrunken to the point where even walking was a little difficult.

“You look like an accountant Michelin man.” Yunho cackles. “You can’t seriously go out like that!”

Wooyoung’s wheezes don’t even pause to comment and Hongjoong wonders if he might choke on his breakfast at some point. 

Defeated, he trudges back upstairs and settles for his least grease stained black cargo pants, the least faded black t-shirt and his leather jacket. Maybe he’ll be under dressed but at least he’ll feel like himself and it’s what the boys are used to seeing him in.

“Is this better? It’s still professional right?” Hongjoong asks, pointing to the new outfit. “Do I look like I know my shit?”

“Well, kind of?” Yunho nods, answering truthfully as he chews his toast. “But do you actually know your shit?”

Hongjoong lets the swearing slide this one time. “Yeah, of course. Kind of.”

Wooyoung stops eating breakfast long enough to tell Hongjoong that he looks smart and professional enough for NASA. With his head of dishevelled black hair and an old crumpled t-shirt stolen from Yunho, the fourteen year old isn’t exactly a qualified fashion expert but the approval is appreciated nonetheless.

“Thanks, Kiddo.” Hongjoong smiles. “And that’s why you’re my favourite.”

“Hey!” Yunho protests before deciding that the marmalade loaded toast in his hand was more important. “Ugh, whatever.”

The wall clock reads 8 a.m and Hongjoong wants to get to the facility early, just in case. He leans down to bite the opposite end of Yunho’s toast and ruffle his hair before rushing out the door, only grimacing once at the obscene amount of marmalade he just swallowed.

“Uncle Moonie will come get you in an hour. Be good. I’ll see you at dinner.”

He’s waved off with a duet of low energy mumbles, as if he was just leaving for a trip to the local grocery store and not a highly classified job at NASA.

The truck is just about to set off when Hongjoong notices an envelope on the dashboard, ’LEGOjira’ is scrawled across the front in Wooyoung’s handwriting and inside there’s a small black and red robot figurine shaped like the famous prehistoric monster.

He sticks it on the dashboard.

Teenagers.

*

The facility is a large converted warehouse that used to manufacture car parts and machinery. NASA gutted it clean and trucked in the simulator and flight control room for the instructors. It all sits on a large plot of government acquired land that’s surrounded by gravel, concrete and layers of metal fencing. Trying to appear unobtrusive and nondescript always had the opposite effect but then again, maintaining a certain public facade wasn’t something many people cared about these days, even at corporations like NASA.

There are three security gates going in and Hongjoong holds onto his ID tag like his life depended on it. The security guards here still wear the same crisp regulation uniforms and Hongjoong definitely feels like he and his dusty truck are underdressed.

NASA told him he would be granted full security clearance here, a fact which does nothing to stop the nausea from churning around his stomach as he drives through. Maybe his mind has tried to move on but his body still remembers the trauma of training. NASA also never specified how much of his disobedience would show up on his records and he half expects something unfavourable to ping on a computer somewhere along the way.

“Name and ID please sir.”

“Kim Hongjoong. I’m here for the flight training.” 

He hands over his ID and watches nervously as the guard confirms his name on the electronic database, reads the screen excruciatingly slowly, eyes him for a few intense seconds, before handing back the ID badge and buzzing the gates open. 

“Carpark is to the left Mr Kim.”

There’s another ID check point on the other side of the carpark. Then another at the entrance to the building itself. Nothing pings and nobody has to know about the way his stomach unknots itself in relief.

Once the truck is parked and Hongjoong is walking towards the simulation centre, he sees a young boy, he guesses around Yunho’s age, running ahead of him in a hurry. The sight of the familiar blue training jumpsuits causes something to catch in Hongjoong’s chest and his footsteps falter on the pavement. Memories of his training years flash through his mind again, some good, some terrible, and while it’s not something he could call PTSD, it’s not exactly without complicated feelings either.

“Kim Fucking Hongjoong.” A familiar deep voice calls out from behind. 

He knows that voice.

He’d recognise that voice anywhere in the universe. 

“Choi Fucking Seungcheol.”

A grin takes over his face as he turns to take in the unexpected appearance of his old friend and mentor: still tall, still committed to black shirts that could never fully contain his broad and solid chest, still letting his dark hair grow longer than it should be, still an imposing presence despite the lopsided smile he’s wearing now. 

Still hugs like a bear. 

“What are you even doing here?!” Hongjoong shakes his head in disbelief. “Did they drag you out of retirement, old man? How did they even find you?"

“I’m only three years older than you, you little shit!” Seungcheol reprimands gently with a push. “They must be real desperate dragging two decommissioned liabilities back.”

“They didn’t tell me you’d be here.” Hongjoong says. “If I knew, I would’ve said yes a long time ago.”

“They didn’t tell me either.” The older man says as they walk to the simulation centre together. “Typical NASA. Those sneaky bastards.”

“How did they even find you? I heard you skipped town once your brothers graduated.”

Seungcheol nods again. “I did. We moved a few towns over, made a life running the textile plant there. Too many bad memories here, you know? But they found me in the end. Guess you can never really outrun your past, huh?”

Hongjoong hums in understanding. 

"I’m sorry about your family. I’m sorry we didn’t keep in touch, it’s just been -“

Seungcheol claps him on the shoulder and chuckles. “Don’t apologise. Things have been a nightmare for everyone. I didn’t want to be found, you could’ve tried your best and I wouldn’t have been ready to come back. I told the first three suits they sent to fuck off but gotta hand to that last snotty one for his persistence. How’d they get you?”

“Got caught at their headquarters accidentally.”

“Breaking and entering? Again? Of course you did.” Seungcheol shakes his head laughing. “Some things never change.”

Hongjoong shrugs, smiling. “So have you been okay though?After …everything?”

“Can’t complain. The knee is fucked up now so I doubt they’ll actually let me fly again but the brain is still in working order so I guess they want me to use it to train these new kids. What about you? I’m sorry to hear about your family too.”

“Well, it’s been a lot since I left training but me and boys have been okay. I can’t complain much either.” 

They finally reach the entrance to the simulation centre, Seungcheol pauses to swipe his badge and gives Hongjoong another lopsided grin. 

“Ready to meet the next bunch of psychopaths?”

“Well, they can’t be any worse than us.”

*

There are eight basic trainees in total. Five males and three females. All far too young. All wearing grim serious expressions on their faces as they are introduced to their new instructors by Yeosang, who was no doubt sent by the Directors to watch over the proceedings, in case it was another PR disaster. Hongjoong doesn’t mind, he’s just relieved to see another familiar face. 

“As you know, Dr Lee and Commander Song have been urgently required on another mission. I would like you to welcome your new flight instructors, Commander Choi Seungcheol and Pilot Kim Hongjoong. They have updated your flight manual and I expect you to treat them with the same level of respect here.”

Hongjoong doesn’t miss the way there’s a ripple of surprised murmurs when their names are called out. He knows it’s not all positive, rumours travel far and their reputations tend to crash into rooms before they do.

Yeosang watches the group closely but doesn’t pause, instead he launches straight into orientation of the venue and vital safety procedures before allowing the trainees a small break to inspect the rest of the facilities. Hongjoong tries to remember if he ever looked that young, optimistic and impressionable.

He wonders when he suddenly felt so old. 

Yeosang ushers them into the simulation control room, a smaller replica of NASA’s actual flight control deck, where they would be spending most of their time running the simulations.

“Thank you both for honouring your commitment to the mission. I apologise for not informing you of your fellow instructor’s identity but well, we weren’t sure if you’d have agreed to it otherwise.”

“Bit of a risky gamble isn’t it Kang?” Seungcheol says, “Thought NASA was all about mitigating risks.”

“Last time we tried to contact you, you told us to go to hell, repeatedly. It was always going to be a risk."

Seungcheol rolls his eyes. “Ok listen, you dragged me out of retirement for this so cut to the chase and give us the run down on this squad. What do we need to know about these kids?”

Yeosang purses his lip at the demanding tone but nevertheless, keeps his cool long enough to provide them with a folder containing the profiles of each trainee.

Hongjoong flips through each one before something catches his eye. It’s the profile of the boy he saw running past him this morning. 

“Woah, woah, wait a second.”

“What is it?”

“It says here that this kid is sixteen.” Hongjoong says, pointing to the profile page of the male trainee. 

Seungcheol flips to the same page and starts chuckling to himself. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“He’s way too young, Yeosang.” Hongjoong says, shaking his head. “You can’t put a sixteen year old into orbit! I get that these are desperate times and we’re the last two people to talk about regulations and ethics but this is a step too far.”

Yeosang folds his hands neatly in his lap and takes a breath, like he’s been prepared for this question all his life.

“He is sixteen and it is his legal right to apply for training. He will not be the first selected for active duty and he will not be approved to fly until he is at least eighteen.” Yeosang says in what Hongjoong now knows is his “NASA PR” voice. 

“May I remind you that while we need pilots in the immediate present, we also need to plan ahead for future missions. Training the reserves starts now."

“He’s younger than Yunho!” Hongjoong says in exasperation as he scans the rest of the profile. “Where did you find this one anyway?”

“He’s an orphan.” Yeosang says plainly, causing them both to look up. “His parents died in a farming accident a few years ago. He’s alive because he was at school that day. There were no surviving relatives so he was cared for by a generous family then enrolled in the NASA Children’s Space Program once his academic and physical abilities were made known.”

Since the global crop pandemic everyone had a sad backstory to tell, but even Hongjoong regrets asking this one. 

“He grew up at NASA.” Yeosang continues. “He’s as familiar with our facilities and operation protocols as you two are. It wasn’t a random choice born out of desperation, he demonstrated potential and earned his way into this program. Don’t forget that you were both also teenagers when you joined.”

“That was eight years ago.” Hongjoong counters. “You know it was a different time then. We had strict training regimens that were monitored by multiple departments, it wasn’t just two de-commissioned pilots in a warehouse.”

“I assure you that we have tried our best to replicate the rigorous training program that you were subject to. The trainees have all passed the physical boot camp without complication. Due to their age, the younger ones haven’t completed the theory component yet but Seonghwa, Doctor Park, has been tutoring them and we expect they will do well on their final assessments.”

“It’s not good enough to do well.” Seungcheol says with a frown. ‘Doing well’ barely gets you into the air. Doing the best is what gets you back home in one piece. Is your selection criteria still a total nightmare? Are they still getting regular psychiatric assessments?”

“Yes.” Yeosang confirms. 

“Good. They’ll need it.”

“The report from Dr Lee and Commander Song says they have all passed basic training and familiarisation with the simulators.” Hongjoong reads out. “But nobody got a perfect score or anything close to it.”

“That’s why you’re both here.” Yeosang reminds them. “We need to separate the best from the good. Half of this group won’t make it. We all know that and so do they.”

“You think your sixteen year old will?”

Yeosang smiles again, an unsettling combination of threatening and serene. “Depends if his instructors are any good.”

*

The first training session was mostly spent on familiarisation with the simulator in its new home and ironing out any electrical issues. Between short civil exchanges and longer technical lectures, there wasn’t much time to hear any whispers about either instructor’s dismissals but Hongjoong can sense the unease. They don’t trust Seungcheol. They don’t trust him. 

NASA never revealed how much of their dismissal was made public. The disciplinary hearings had been private and a team of lawyers made sure the case never made the news but there were still plenty of rumours. Hongjoong knows the trainees want to ask but it’s not the type of information he wants to provide to people he doesn’t yet trust either. 

Between the two of them, Seungcheol is the more experienced: a flight prodigy at the age of seventeen, military pilot at eighteen and in possession of an IQ that made his academic career look easy. He had led several successful missions and logged in twice the amount of flight hours as his nearest counterpart at the time. With such a rare gift and understanding of aerodynamics, Seungcheol was consider on track to become one of NASA’s most decorated commanders.

Hongjoong had met Seungcheol in the first month of his aerospace training, he was fresh out of military service but still lacked any real discipline. NASA had accepted him based on his test scores and aptitude for flying, hoping that the brutal training program would smooth out his wild edges and if that failed, then giving him the toughest mentor in the program would hopefully do the rest. 

It was a gamble that paid off.  

Seungcheol was known for being academically and physically intimidating. Around the same time, Hongjoong was developing his own reputation as the uncontrollable rebel in the program. They had few actual friends and maybe it was due to this that they hit it off; with Hongjoong being one of the few trainees who refused to be intimidated by someone else’s brilliance and Seungcheol endlessly amused by the younger trainee’s stubbornness. 

“An immovable object meets an unstoppable force.” Professor Park had once said, joking that they were the only two who could deal with each other without causing injury to public property.

Seungcheol had set him straight as best he could. Not with gentle coddling words or shouting loud threats but leading by example and teaching Hongjoong what it truly meant to work hard, bear responsibility, accept consequences and ultimately, become a man of service. 

But he couldn’t teach him everything in the time they had. 

There’s no cure for a rebellion in the blood.

When Hongjoong was dismissed for disobeying direct orders during a mission, Seungcheol had stood up at the disciplinary hearing to call the Directors out on their hypocritical bullshit. It had been a career death for the both of them: Hongjoong was denied any qualifications and Seungcheol’s once promising career abruptly came to an end. 

They were both forced to move on, and they have for the most part, any bitterness that still lingered didn’t have much of a target anymore. The Board of Directors from that time were now either dead or retired. There really wasn’t anyone left to complain to.  

“How do you want to run the simulations?” Seungcheol asks him now.

“You lead.” Hongjoong replies. “You have more experience.”

“You just want me to be the Bad Cop.”

“Well, if the shoe fits….”

“Okay, you punk.” Seungcheol snorts. “In that case, I want to start with scenario three. I don’t want to do the exercises in order, what’s the point of simulation training if they know what to expect.”

Hongjoong smiles, “Just admit that you want to see them sweat.”

Seungcheol feigns offence, placing a hand on his chest like he’s wounded. “I am here to teach. If someone cries along the way, then we’ll have a whole day to discuss the hazards of tears in space.”

It doesn’t exactly go down well. 

“Commander Choi?” 

“Yes?”

“We haven’t completed scenario two yet.”

“I know.” Seungcheol says, “We will be completing the scenarios out of order. If you have memorised the new manual then none of this should be a surprise.”

“But-”

The trainee is quickly silenced when Seungcheol quirks an eyebrow in their direction. 

“Any other relevant questions? No? Good. You’ll be flying solo, oldest to youngest, let’s get to it.”

Scenario three involved problem solving through a failed launch procedure. Each trainee was expected to demonstrate proficiency in running the launch sequence check and identifying the critically abnormal fuel temperature in the quickest time possible, anything beyond five minutes would be considered catastrophic in real life and an immediate fail in simulation.  

“Kang Seulgi. 4:15. Your launch routine lacks focus and precision, stop wasting your time.”

“Kim Mingyu. 4:00. You are too slow to report, it would’ve cut your time by more than 10 seconds. I expect faster communication next time.”

“Kang Taehyun. 3:50. You almost missed two other launch check points. Stick to your routine. Bad habits raise bad pilots.”

One by one, they watch the pilots navigate through the simulations with varying degrees of success. They’ve been decent enough, all able to pass, but there’s no standout. 

Seungcheol sighs and sits back in his chair, his once crisp shirt now creased and rolled up to his elbows. “This isn’t good enough. They’re not good enough. Maybe they won’t die at launch but this type of crew won’t survive a single orbit if they stay like this.”

Hongjoong hums in thought, making the notes for their evaluation report. Part of him agrees with Seungcheol’s frank assessment: the young trainees were inconsistent, either making mistakes in haste or slowing down in panic. The other part of him knows this is basic training, there was still advance training and final flight training to go. 

But bad habits do raise bad pilots and now wasn’t the time for any leniency. 

Still, they couldn’t both be the Bad Cop. 

“At least we know what we’re working with now. It’s something to build on.”

“We haven’t had a total disaster yet, so I’ll give them that, but we were both minutes faster than this. You did this in under three minutes.”

“Well, you did it in under two.” Hongjoong says, flipping to the final candidate. “Ready to see the last kid?”

Seungcheol nods. “This should be interesting.”

They restart the simulation and watch as a dark head of hair and some thin broad shoulders make their way into the booth. 

With the lights dim, sound playing and motion detector track running, the simulation was hyper realistic and easily overwhelming for new trainees. Every warning light was accurate, every sound and alarm identical to the real thing and if you crashed, the impact was very much felt. 

“This is flight control, proceed with your launch check.”

The kid is quick to process, very quick, and follows a launch check routine that feels eerily familiar. He reports the abnormal fuel temperature within two minutes but then stalls to call mission abort. It pings something in Hongjoong’s head that both thrills and concerns him. 

“This is flight control, you have a panel of warning lights and alarms. What’s your status report?”

“The fuel temperature is not in target range. I ran diagnostics and all the other equipment appears to be functioning correctly.”

“What is your next step pilot?”

“I…..I need to correct the fuel temperature.”

Seungcheol looks over to Hongjoong with a curious expression but lets the simulation continue.

They watch as the teenager tries, without success, to turn off all the warning alarms. He is methodical but frustrated and quick to lose his cool, a trait that only years of training and experience can overcome.

“This is flight control, there are critical error warnings on our end, what is your status report.”

“No, I can do this!” The trainee shouts, sounding every bit the sixteen year old they read about. “Sorry, Flight control, I… I ran diagnostics on the fuel temperature again but I can’t get any updated readings on it, I don’t know if it’s working or not, the telemetry is unreliable…”

As the clock counts down, Hongjoong is muttering for the teenager to just give them the right answer. 

He barely makes it. 

“Flight control, launch is futile. Request to abort mission!” 

“This is flight control, mission abort confirmed.”

Seungcheol takes his headset off and sits back with a strained sigh. “What a damn maniac. Remind you of someone?”

“He does.” Hongjoong nods, concerned but fascinated why their youngest trainee would even try something usually reserved for advanced flight training. “He was trying to save the launch with a manoeuvre they don’t teach until advanced training.”

“You know that’s almost a fail.”

“He was fastest in finding the abnormality and the only one to question telemetry accuracy.” Hongjoong counters as he watches the teenager climb out of the simulator. 

They had expected some slumped shoulders or physical evidence of defeat but what emerges is a body that stands tall, defiant, and coiled with anger. There’s a scowl on his face, like he already knows how badly he messed up. Whatever critique he gets from Seungcheol is unlikely to be as brutal as his inner monologue right now.

“That’s a future liability, right there.” Seungcheol says, shaking his head. “Ballsy though.”

“Well he is sixteen.”

“With an IQ of 140 and about 8 different bad habits. That’s like giving a missile a brain and mental health problems.” 

“Geez, Seungcheol, he’s still just a kid. Put him out of his misery, I think he’s about to break something in there.”

“Choi San. 4:50.”

#Ad Astra: The Theory Of Relativity #Ateez #Ateez AU #Ateez fic #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #wooyoung #yeosang #Ad Astra stuff #this will also posted on A03 later if you prefer to read it on there #it's a little complicated again but let me know if you need something clarified

[ja3hwa]

WOOYOUNG || WHAT! IS! THAT!

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff, Crack at the end. Suggestive 👀

Warnings: Making out, hickeys, pet names. Use of the words k*ll and d*e in a more of less harmless manner. Please tell me if i missed something.

Notes: Hiding your relationship with Wooyoung from you very protective brother Yeosang.

Sitting in Ateez's dorm lounge room. You are slung over on the end of the large couch with your brother Yeosang on the other side. He was entertaining himself with a show while you were perfect content on being on your phone. You were out all day, so spending some quiet time with your brother was something you got used to after big trips. He even said if you stay long enough you can have dinner with the boys.

"Hey Peach, I got a text from Hyung saying he needs me at the studio. So I'm going to head over for a while. Are you going to be okay here?" He spoke quick, putting on his jacket while shoving his phone in his pocket. He always made sure you were okay and comfortable. Being a typical big brother.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." You simply reply, looking over at him already halfway towards the door.

"Okay then. I think Wooyoung is still here but last time I checked he is sleeping." He said his goodbye straight after before shutting the door behind him.

Wooyoung is here... Maybe I should check on him.

You grin at your thoughts, immediately walking down the hall to his room. You crack the door open to peek inside. Yeosang was indeed correct, Wooyoung as spread across his bed lightly snoring. The room still with unopened curtains so minimal light couldn't disturb him. You close the door very quietly tiptoeing to the end of the bed, trying your best not to let your giggles still out.

"Youngieee." You cooed. He turns with a groan waking to your soft voice. Noticing it's you, he sits up promptly.

"Doll? Why are you here? If Yeosang catches you, he will kill both of us." He rubs his eye, trying to get the sleep out of them. You just hum at how cute he looks with his scruffy hair and husked voice. Ignoring the worry he is putting out.

"He's not here, Joong texted him, which made him leave." You speak, crawling onto the bed, laying the male back down before crawling under the covers with him. He hugs your form, hands snaking around your waist with his head in your chest so he can take in your sweet scent. Brushing your fingers through his hair you smile in contentment.

You miss doing this with him. But it's becoming harder each day to even hug because of your brother. He strictly said if you date or hook up with any of his members, both of you would die. So you and Wooyoung have been keeping it a secret for 3 months. Well, that was until Seonghwa and Hongjoong caught you giving Wooyoung a quick goodbye kiss.

And that's exactly what brought you here. Joong knew you were coming over so he organised to get Yeosang out of the house so you and Wooyoung could share some alone time. Even though he lowkey hated the idea of knowing one of his band mates was about to have a 'good time'.

"You smell nice baby." He glides his finger down your side. You just continue to brush your fingers through his hair. Within a second his grip becomes tight, moving you to sit on top of him.

"You know..." He pauses, lacing his fingers with yours.

"We're alone. and we haven't." He gives you a little head tilt. Kissing your knuckles.

"You know, in a while. so maybe." He rubs his hand up your thigh. You bend down to kiss him huff out a little 'horndog' as a snarl reply. Wooyoung rolling his eyes, smiled into the kiss. You sit up to unbutton your blouse, throwing it behind you. He follows your movement sitting straight up, letting his hands travel from your torso to your mid-back. All the while his tongue never leaving yours.

The tension becoming thicker, teeth clinking, saliva dripping. Wooyoung tries to slip out of his pants. You both break apart coming to terms that you moving would help the pants off quicker. Giggling and grunting, both his and your pants were off, latching back on each other to a deep kiss again. He kisses down your jaw, past your neck, right to your collarbone. He bites down, sucking on the smooth flesh leaving a bright imprint.

He lays you down, sucking other parts of your body, making sure to leave his marks all over you. His hand travels to your underwear, tugging at the hem, snapping them against you. You let out a whimper making Wooyoung smile in satisfaction.

"I'm home! y/n, where are you?" The sounds of your brothers voice echos through the house making your heart drop. The colour in Wooyoungs face disappears within seconds at the thought he might die from his best friend's hand today. You both jump up, scrambling for your clothes, trying to fix yourself as quick as possible. After a mere moment, looking decent you ran out of the room, speed walking down the hall. Wooyoung soon following close behind.

"She could be just in the bathro--Oh there she is." Seonghwa panics, thankful you were now in his versatility.

"Hey, Yeo. What are you doing back so fast? I thought you were going to be a while?" You ponder, now standing face to face with your brother in the hallway.

"Oh no, Hongjoong said it was important and when I got there it was just excuses after excuses and I know when people lie. so I left and Seonghwa came running after me." He sighs at the male behind him, looking slightly annoyed at the situation.

"Well with all that running around. I'm getting a drink." Yeosang spoke exiting the hallway towards the kitchen. You all sigh as soon as he leaves, rubbing the back of your neck.

"That was close." Wooyoung chuckles.

"CLose?! More like a teeth grind away, aish you kids are going to give me grey hairs." Seonghwa loudly whispers pinching the bridge of his nose. He was about to take Wooyoungs head off more but his expression changed suddenly while staring towards your neck.

"What?" You question.

"What. Is. That." he pointed, Wooyoung spun you around lightly to look while you looked down. You completely forgot to put the last two buttons up, so a bright hickey was sticking up out the top on your collar.

"Wooyoung." Suddenly Yeosang called out. At first, wooyoung was hesitant but then replied quick with a 'yes'.

"You have 10 seconds." Yeosang states.

"For what?" He whisper, looking at the older male for guidance. Then it clicks.

"Woo, Run..." You said, patting his back.

"What?!"

"RUUNN!!" Like as if a light bulb went off, Wooyoung ran straight for the door with Yeosang following close behind.

"I'M SORRY!!"

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!"

You and Seonghwa couldnt help but laugh.

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#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop smut #kpop fluff #ateez #ateez reaction #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez scenario #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #ateez masterlist #ateez yunho #ateez wooyoung #ateez yeosang #ateez jongho #ateez hongjoong #wooyoung x reader #ateez brother au

[atzfilm]

as the world caves in (4)

pairing; hongjoong x reader, mingi x reader, ? x reader  word count; 2.1k genre/warnings; fantasy-ish, apocalyptic au, angst, fluff,  blood, weapons, cussing, death, zombies, cannibalism mention, wound, shot summary; a mysterious virus has taken over the world, resulting in the undead and the new ‘eden race’ of humans. desperately trying to find your brother jongho with your friends, you stumble across another group in an abandoned hospital tent. strangely, they’re looking for him as well. 

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Hongjoong sits on the edge of the bench, eyes stuck on the long, winding road. San hasn’t said much to him and neither has Yunho, the both of them standing a little ways away. San can hear the voice in his head telling him that he shouldn’t be spending alone time with Yunho. They still don’t know their motivation behind rescuing your brother. Even with the small explanation, it doesn’t say much. Why do they care so much about someone like him? Who willingly left? Now is a good time to interrogate Yunho, but he honestly doesn’t have the energy to. Wooyoung is out there with you and complete strangers. Who knows what will happen?

“Is he always like this when she’s gone?” Yunho asks, leaning against the fence.

San nods, “Always. They’re inseparable. Ever since we met them, they haven’t spent longer than an hour away from one another. A little bit of an attachment issue in my humble opinion, but I can see why. In times like this, there’s reason to be careful. They’ve lost so much. It’ll be earth-shattering if they lose one another too.”

Yunho hums softly. “Understood.”

“What about you and your little gang of friends? Knew each other before the world turned upside down?”

He snickers. “Not really. Well, I knew Mingi since we were kids. The others I met along the way. Yeosang and Seonghwa are still to themselves, but they’re not too bad. They’re just acting like this because you guys are strangers.” He wrinkles his nose. “They’re much more entertaining when they don’t have a stick up their ass.”

“Are they? Can’t really tell,” San says, glancing back at Hongjoong. “No offense, but they’re assholes.”

Yunho laughs, nodding slowly. “They are. Unfortunately, I’m stuck with them. But you and Wooyoung…” He can see how San’s body stiffens. “I know you’re together, but were you before all of this?”

“For about an hour then everything was fucked,” San murmurs.

San stares at the table, avoiding the gaze of Wooyoung. That in itself is a bit hard to do, since said man is focused so deeply on San’s forehead that he doesn’t even blink. It is a bit awkward, but he isn’t one to mention things like that on the first date. The man might have a problem that he doesn’t know about.

“I’m sorry to stare but there’s a spider on your forehead.”

San yelps, slapping his skin. He feels the crunch underneath his palm and whines in disgust, not bothering to even look at his hand as he wipes it off in a napkin. Wooyoung laughs loudly, covering his mouth and looking away. San only scowls, frowning at his date.

“Thanks for saying nothing for the past ten minutes.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t want you to panic. And I think you handled it pretty well.”

“Ass…” he murmurs, only causing Wooyoung to laugh louder. A loud boom outside echoes around the room at that very moment. Everyone in the restaurant gasps, silence replacing it instead. San turns to the windows, his eyes widening. Wooyoung giggles softly, following his gaze.

“Holy shit…” his laugh cuts off, slowly standing up.

Crowds of people run through the streets. Snarls filled the air, screams echoing around the city. He wasn’t too sure what was happening, until he watched as a hoard of people swarmed a woman who tripped, hands ripping her apart.

His eyes widened. “What the fuck?”

“Life decided that the guy I planned on never seeing again will become my husband,” San laughs. “The most traumatizing things bring people together, don’t they? I couldn’t stand the guy and now he’s one of the only things I think about everyday. My family is gone and so is his, so all we have is each other, and the other two that are now who I consider family. So you can probably see why we’re so anal about things like separating. Bad things happen when you’re not together.” He glances at Yunho. “I don’t fully trust you, but I don’t think you’d do anything while we’re here. Still, watch your back when you’re sleeping. Might stab you,” he teases, touching the knife on his waist.

Yunho snickers, “Will you?”

“If Woo and Tiger don’t come back through those gates with your men, hell yea I will. No hard feelings though. Just a family thing.” He shrugs.

“Stay close. We haven’t been here since Jongho was here, so there’s bound to be some squatters or stray Sick,” Yeosang says softly, glancing back at all of you. The small town is oddly quiet, the wind whistling through open windows.

You can tell that five years ago, this town prospered. The now sullied decor hanging off the buildings, old newspapers shriveled up and now crumbled, newer models of cars at that time rusted and tires flat. So many things that showed the town being lively and well off, now just a reflection of the past you all craved. It's almost in mockery as you make your way through the main street, seeing buildings with end-of-year sales windows shattered and doors broken into. You can feel your heart tighten as you see a child's scarf covered in old, dried blood. Even after years, you can't get over the death toll that the Sick brought upon you all.

"So many innocent lives... just gone," Wooyoung murmurs, glancing at you. He holds his gun up, barely a foot away from you. You nod in agreement.

Mingi speaks to Yeosang lowly, glancing at Seonghwa. Mingi stands on the opposite side of you, humming softly as he glances at the buildings. It’s eerie how he’s so calm in a place like this, unknowing if there’s Sick right around the corner. Almost has you wondering what exactly is going through his mind. He seems to notice your stare, raising a brow at you.

“What?”

“How can you be so nonchalant when we’re in a place like this?”

He snickers, “After spending years being afraid of what’s lurking in the shadows, it gets tiring. Sometimes you just have to accept your situation and go with the flow.”

You all stop talking when Yeosang puts up a hand, stopping the group in its tracks. He points at the middle of the town. The ground is covered with muddy prints, some new and many old. You slowly go to the front of the group, crouching down to examine it. They’re not too old, and Jongho left Yunho and the rest just a year ago. These prints can be no more than a few weeks old. The old ones would have washed away by now.

“What do you think?” Seonghwa asks. “They already have Jongho, if they still do. What reason would they have to come back here?”

“Perhaps find someone who’s another Eden,” you say softly, running your fingers along the stone. There’s no sign of Jongho’s presence, except old flyers that aren’t even legible anymore. “Maybe they thought that Jongho couldn’t be alone. You know how Eden are, they find each other without even trying. It can be assumed that he had others he was hiding.” You glance up at Seonghwa. “Are any of you Eden?”

Yeosang scoffs, “Us?”

“I know nothing about you and you could be hiding it. It’s just strange, Jongho didn’t trust anyone. Why did he decide to trust any of you?” You say softly to no one in particular. It has been nagging at you. Choi Jongho is true to himself. He barely had any friends beside Hongjoong, and stayed alone. Even with the Eden trait in his blood, he hesitated to find others and locked himself in his room. At the time you thought he was being ridiculous, but now, you’re glad he decided to stay away. Large groups of Eden were the ones targeted first, before the rest.

It gave you just a small amount of more time with him.

“If we were, we wouldn’t tell you,” Mingi says. “Like I said before, I don’t give a fuck about any of you–”

“Mingi, relax,” Yeosang says, sighing loudly. “But no, none of us are Eden. Would have made things easier if we were. We could find him quicker and bring him back home– to you.” He glances around the town. “I don’t see much around here and when we were chasing Jongho we didn’t go anywhere else.”

“What’s this?” Wooyoung grabs something off the statue, peeling it off. His eyes widen as he drops it. “Fuck, we got to get out of here. Now.” He grabs your arm, tugging you back.

“Woo?”

“It says they’re watching us, we don’t have time,” He pulls you harder, causing you to stumble. “Tiger, we gotta go–”

Your eyes look up, a masked face watching you from the building above. You watch as the red dot slowly makes its way to the side of you, aiming at Yeosang. He hasn’t reacted yet, eyes on Mingi. You push Wooyoung away, throwing your body against Yeosang and knocking him to the ground.

“Fucking hell–”

A shot rings out, barely missing the both of you. Mingi, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung run for cover, you tugging Yeosang off the ground and following close behind. The five of you make it inside an abandoned music store, shutting the door loudly behind you. You run through it, pushing your shoulder against the back door and holding it for the others to enter. Mingi is the last, slamming it shut and locking it. Your breaths are loud as you sit in silence. You glance at the others, making sure there’s no wounds. Confirming that they’re fine, you slide down the wall, breathing heavily.

“What the fuck was that?” Seonghwa asks.

“The note. It said the area is under surveillance by the government.”

“So that was one of them back there? Why are they watching an abandoned town in the middle of dumb fuck?” Yeosang runs his hands through his hair. “None of this makes sense.”

“They’re looking for more Eden, Yeosang. There’s no other option,” Mingi says, peering through the door. “Maybe Jongho told them there were others–”

“He wouldn’t utter a word about any of you, don’t blame this on him,” you hiss, heart still racing. You reach to grab your walkie, cursing once you touch your side. You squint through the low light, slowly lifting your shirt. Blood drips down your stomach, a hole as wide as a quarter staring back at you. Wooyoung immediately drops next to your side, pulling off his backpack and digging through. “I didn’t realize…” you mumble, blinking quickly. How did the bullet hit you? You don’t even remember feeling the impact of it.

“You’re hurt?” Mingi asks. Everyone’s head whips to you, watching Wooyoung pull out tweezers and hydrogen peroxide. He pours the antiseptic over the metal, looking at you.

“Need something to bite on?” he asks. You nod. He turns to grab anything, Yeosang holding out a thick bundle of clothes. Woo says nothing, taking it from him and holding it out to you. You place it between your teeth, head thrown back.

“Countdown?”

“Wooyoung I swear to g–” You hold back your screams as he pours it into your wound, digging through your skin to pull out the bullet. Your fingers dig into your thigh as you hold back your screams. A hand reaches out for yours, and you don't bother to see who it is, grip digging into theirs.

Wooyoung is quick to pull it out, grabbing a needle and thread. "I'm sorry." He glances up at you, quickly piercing your skin with the small metal. It hurts less compared to before, but it's still painful. You close your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks as he quickly seals your wound. You let go of the hand that reached out, eyes flicking to the person. Mingi nods, stepping back.

"Hongjoong is going to kill me," he laughs dryly, pressing the bandage lightly into your skin. You let out a groan, teeth clenched together as he quickly walks the gauze around your waste. "I said I would protect you." You can hear how his voice shakes, fingers trembling against your side. You look down at him, squeezing his arm lightly.

"This isn't your fault Woo."

"Yea, but–"

"No time for this. I can hear them coming," Seonghwa whispers softly, staring through the small slot in the door. "Any bright ideas?"

"Those walkies work over long distances?" Hongjoong asks, staring at the one attached to Yunho's hip. He unclips it from his belt, staring at the buttons.

"It's better than military grade. The signal travels about 50 miles before it diminishes. The town is only about fifteen down the road so if they need us they can contact us through this. Tiger and Wooyoung have one too, so they're well equipped as well. No need to worry."

"I'll always worry," Hongjoong says softly. "Do you have a spare?"

Yunho hands it to Hongjoong. He stares at it, hesitant. "Not really, the others are out of batteries but there's no use in wasting more. And you seem like you need it more than I do."

Hongjoong takes it from his hold, his fingers wrapping around it tightly. He knows that he's being a bit dramatic. You're fine on your own, you can survive. But the lingering anxiety just can't go away. The last time he trusted a group, they turned on him. He almost saw you die in front of his eyes. He's not willing to risk that again. No matter how much Jongho trusted them, no matter how kind they seem on the surface. There's always something hidden below.

San stands next to him, nudging him slightly. "I wouldn't say don't worry too much, because I definitely am. But she's got this, hyung. She'll get back here if she has to fight tooth and nail. She won't leave you alone as you won't do to her. I promise you that."

He glances at San, shooting him a small smile. It's enough to appease him for now, or so he thinks.

"Don't give me any fake ass smiles."

"Just trying to cheer you up."

"You look like you're in pain."

"Because she's not here. You shouldn't be surprised that I'm a little uneasy."

"A little?" San laughs, shaking his head. "You look like you're about to shit yourself. They'll be fine, she will be fine. That woman wouldn't leave you behind. She'd fight tooth and nail to get to you. To get to us. That's why I'm not too worried. Plus," he grins. "My Woo is with her. He would lay his life down."

"Does that not bother you?" Yunho speaks up softly. "Someone you love willing to give their life up like that?"

San nods, playing with his fingers. "It frightens me to no end. But they’re close, it's nothing that I wouldn't expect. They'd both walk in here Sick rather than leave the other behind. The duo of idiots."

Hongjoong snickers at that, "You've got that right."

The walkie crackles, a low voice echoing around them.

"First off, don't say a fucking word, Kim Hongjoong. I know you." You voice echoes through the walkie, the guys gathering around to listen.

"Secondly, we're in a bit of a… predicament. Government agents are surrounding the building we're in and we have no choice but to kill them, or they'll kill us. Don't panic, any of you. Don't respond. You'll give up our position."

"You're kidding me," Yunho murmurs, expression solemn.

"So, I'll be calling you. Or any of us, when we're safe again. Don't. Call. Us. And don't do anything stupid or I'll beat your asses. You too, Yunho. Just because we just met doesn't mean I won't. I'm serious. I'll see you on the other side, alright? Over and out."

The channel goes silent. San walks off, kicking the side of the fence as he murmurs to himself. Hongjoong stares at the walkie, knuckles white from his grip.

You tuck the walkie in your pocket, turning the volume all the way down. Wooyoung frowns at you as you struggle to get up from your spot. He reaches out a hand but you push him away, one hand covering the bandages and the other using the wall as support. The others watch you silently, until you frown at all of them.

“Don’t give me that look just because I’m a girl. I can handle myself.”

Seonghwa scoffs, “You got shot, Tiger. None of us give a half shit that you’re a woman. You can barely stand up, how are you gonna hold your own out there? We can’t go on without you.”

“Maybe we should,” Mingi murmurs, earning a glare from Wooyoung. “Not forever, just until we take them out. We’ll come back for her.”

“I’m not leaving her behind,” Woo says, standing close to you. “You can do whatever you want, but she’s not going to stay here by herself.”

Yeosang shrugs, tossing you a knife. You barely catch it with the tip of your fingers, shakily holding it in your grasp. He sighs softly, staring at your hands. “How many were there, do you know?”

“Two. One sniper on the roof, the other on the ground.”

“You’d think they would have more than just a couple, especially when they think they’re looking for more Eden,” Yeosang murmurs, rubbing his chin.

“What do you suggest?” Seonghwa asks.

You glance in between them, ignoring Mingi’s stare before speaking up. “Woo and I can stay here while you three take them out. You’re right, I can’t defend myself like this, no matter how much I want to. Having someone who’s currently injured isn’t going to help.”

Seonghwa nods, “Good. I thought the same. Are you sure you don’t want extra back up? I can stay and the other two can go out. It’s easy to attack people who are injured.”

You shake your head, “I’m not that inept, and Woo can carry his own. We’re okay.”

“Alright. Let’s go,” he flicks his head in the direction of the back door. Yeosang glances at you as the others go, getting a slight nudge from Mingi. They all disappear through the door, Wooyoung walking over and locking it behind them. He sighs, looking down at you on the floor.

“I can’t believe you were shot, especially protecting one of them,” his lip curls in disgust. “I’m sorry y/n, seriously. I know you said not to worry but if you were me you’d feel the same. He stares at the makeshift bandage wrapped around you. “We gotta get you back to clean it properly.”

“I’ll be fine Woo, it’s just a scratch,” you say, hand covering the bandage. It hurts like hell and the pain feels like it’s all over your body, but you don’t want to let him know that. Wooyoung is a silly man, but he feels emotions ten-fold, and seeing him hurt because of what happened is the last thing you want. Even if you feel like the room is burning up and you’re sweating profusely. Surely the guys will be back soon--

Wait.

“Do you think they’ll come back?” you ask. Wooyoung stills.

“Shit.”

tags: @haechanniesunflowers @kpopnightingale @vanishingboots @moonctae @bangtanxberm​ @honeysbbae @havetaeminforbreakfast​ @mirror-juilet

#fic: atwci #hongjoong x reader #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez smut #ateez zombies #that last tag makes me laugh eheh

[hanniiesuckle17]

Ateez Reaction: Their Kid Gets Sick in the Middle of The Night

A/n: I love parent!ateez. Anything domestic im just like *heart eyes* also dont mind my weird petnames for kids. i just....i love kids......*sigh* anywayyyyyy hope you guys enjoy! im going to be writing for ateez and the other groups on my m.list alot more 

S/n: Son’s name      D/n: Daughter’s name

Pairing: Reader x OT8 

Genre: fluff, slight angst, parent!au

Warnings: cussing?, descriptions of sick children (colds and flus, etc), fem reader

WC: 5k (overall)  about 640-ish on average

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Hongjoong:

You were in the perfect spot. A dreamless sleep had taken over your mind a few hours ago and you were perfect content pressed up against Hongjoong’s chest, his arms wrapped around your middle. His leg was tossed over yours and you were swaddled in a perfect cocoon of his warmth.

The blissful sleep of you and your husband was soon interrupted by a weak poke to your cheek. A second light jab forced your eyes open. In the dark room you could barely make out the shape of your three-year-old son. Lifting your head up, you checked the time- 1:04- and then over to your husband who was still fast asleep. 

Pulling away from your husband’s hold, you turned on the bedside light only to be met with the tearstained face of S/n. “Oh- Goose! What’s wrong?” Your son only cried more and reached out for you. Completely sitting up in bed, you pulled him into your arms- gently stroking his hair. You noticed the back of his neck was cold with sweat. 

“Baby? Everything okay?” Hongjoong mumbled, pushing himself off the mattress slightly. 

“Daddy.....don’t feel good,” Your toddler said between cries. You continued to tenderly rub his back in hopes of calming your son. “Head....” S/n mumbled, tiny hands pawing at his crown. 

Hongjoong now joined you fully sitting up. His dark eyes blinked rapidly trying to push away the edges of sleep still clouding his brain. Your husband motioned for you to pass over his son and you obliged. S/n cuddled up in his father’s lap - clawing at his shirt. “Baby, could you get the thermometer from the bathroom?” He asked, hand on his son’s little forehead. 

Your mind was still foggy, but nonetheless, you got up and half jogged to the bathroom. Still tired, you fumbled through the cabinets looking for the thermometer. After a few minutes you returned, the instrument in hand. Hongjoong took it, thanking you softly. The two of you waited while the thermometer read your child’s temperature. S/n’s head was resting deliriously on your husband’s shoulder.

When Hongjoong took out the thermometer, your S/n groaned, nuzzling further into his dad’s chest. “Tummy hurts, daddy...” You almost felt hurt yourself, not being able to help your son’s pain. Reaching out you rubbed his back and looked to your lover for what to do. 

A tired look rested on his face. The singer sighed looking down at the tiny instrument. “103.1,” Running a hand through your hair, you got up from the bed and grabbed a jacket for yourself and your son. “Hey, buddy. We’re going to take a little trip okay?” Hongjoong whispered to his son who was still crying from his head and stomachache. 

“The doctor is going to make you feel all better, Goose.” You sleepily sang, more comforting yourself than S/n.  The handsome man got up from your shared bed, still carrying your sick toddler, and headed into the living room with you quickly following. 

“Let’s go to the hospital. Y/n where are my keys?” Hongjoong, laced his fingers with yours after you grabbed his keys and the three of you ventured down to the car. “ The one on Ddobong St is closest right?” 

Seonghwa:

The cries of your baby girl woke you from a night of sweet sleep. Untangling yourself from your husband’s slumbering arms you rolled out of bed. With a sluggish gait, you walked into the nursery and hummed to your screaming daughter.

“Shhhh, baby- Daddy is sleeping,” You whispered, picking her up from the crib.

Any sleep your partner got was worth more than anything else you could give him. The sooner you could calm your daughter the more likely he stayed asleep. the one-year-old girl in your arms continued to cry, almost screaming in your ear. 

You stroked her hair in hopes of calming the distressed child. The skin of her forehead felt hot against your palm and you pressed it fully against her forehead. “Oh- I’m sorry, love!” Scolding your tired mind for not realizing sooner, you carried your crying daughter into the bathroom to grab a thermometer. 

Laying D/n back down in the crib, you lifted her nightgown and tucked the instrument under her arm, and waited for it to beep. The baby girl’s cries had quieted a little but remained constant and unrelenting. Finding she had a temperature you rushed to the medicine cabinet. All the bottles and labels blurred together in your sleepy vision. 

Finding one that fit D/n’s symptoms you grabbed a spoon and the bottle. You poured the dark purple colored liquid onto the spoon and tried to coax your daughter into opening her mouth to take the medicine. Instead, the baby girl cried louder, the smell of the medicine floating down into her tiny nostrils. “D/n, baby....please take the medicine! Don’t wake up daddy.” You pleaded in a hushed tone. 

“Don’t worry about waking me up.” A smooth, but sleepy voice said from the hallway. 

Seonghwa shuffled into the room, eyes tired but soft and hair fluffy and sticking up in random places. A tiny smile lighted onto his lips. “Hwa, I’m sorry- I was trying to handle it but she won’t take the medicine.” Your husband shrugged and waddled over to the crib. 

You let him take the spoon from your hand and carefully place it on the nearby table. He sleepily kissed your forehead before turning to his crying daughter. “Can you take her?” He asked gently picking her up and passing the child to you. 

Your husband turned back to the crib, grabbing something, leaving you with a screaming baby. The handsome man returned with his daughter’s favorite plushie in hand. His longer fingers pushed the arms to look like the toy was waving. “D/n, open your mouth please!” He chirped in a goofy voice. 

The little girl refused, shaking her head. She continued to cry in your arms, pushing away the stuffed animal. Your husband was not discouraged and instead gently picked up the medicine filled spoon with nimble fingers. 

“Hi, princess!” Seonghwa sang in a cute and happy voice. His free hand moved up to make bunny ears on top of his head. “Will you take the magic potion for daddy?” D/n’s cries trickled to stop and she sniffed, watching her father do all sorts of sleepy but sincere aegyo. 

“D/n, do you want the magic potion?” You whispered in her ear with a smile. 

The little girl nodded, rubbing her eyes. Seonghwa smiled and moved the spoon like an airplane before letting his daughter take the medicine. She gagged at the taste, crying a little at the bitterness. Her tears quickly stopped when she was wrapped up in her father’s arms. 

Her little fingers held on tightly to his shirt as his hand protectively held her to his chest. “Let’s go back to bed,” He whispered, letting his other hand envelope yours. “D/n, let's go sleep in mommy and daddy’s room, huh?”

Nestling your face in Seonghwa’s shoulder, you let him lead you all the way back to your bedroom. With your daughter placed between you and the medicine finally taking its effect, she was soon fast asleep, little snores floating from her tiny body. Pressing a kiss to your knuckles, Seonghwa watched you drift back to sleep before doing so himself.

Yunho:

Both you and your husband had been woken up an hour ago by your screaming toddler. Normally you could get him right back to sleep, but this time something was actually wrong. It was two o’clock in the morning and you had no idea what to do. S/n was crying and throwing up and had a fever that wouldn’t break. 

You were frantically searching symptoms on your phone, pacing in the living room. After reading mommy blog after mommy blog you felt like you were getting nowhere. “Find anything?” Yunho called from the bathroom. 

You almost shook your head, forgetting your husband was in a completely different room with your son. Ending your pacing, you ventured towards your bathroom. Opening the door you were met with a sight that made your heart skip a beat. The small room was filled completely with steam from the running shower. Your two year old son was stripped of his clothes, which he complained earlier of suffocating him. He clung to his father’s bare chest. Yunho had his arms wrapped around S/n, holding him up, resting him on his hip. Your husband's peach-dyed hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead. 

For a moment you just watched the tall handsome man pat his son’s back gently and hum a soothing melody. He really did look like a worried Papa Bear. After a minute he noticed the lack of steam in the room and motioned for you to come in and close the door. “Mommy blogs are useless. They all say to just give him fluids and put him back to bed.”

Yunho sighed, shoulders heaving. Your son stirred and his eyes opened just barely to look into yours. You waved before reaching over and kissing his sweaty little forehead. Your hand trailed from your son to the warm skin of your husband. “Call your mom,” Yunho suddenly declared. 

“No.”

“Call her.”

“Fine.”

At this point, you were too worried about your son to think about the wrath you were incurring by waking your mother at this hour. Leaning against the bathroom counter, you pressed the device up to your ear. Your son whined and reached for your hand. “Don’t tell her we haven’t moved out of the apartment.” He whispered hearing the dial tone from your cell. Yunho was also comically afraid of your mother. 

You rolled your eyes. “Umm...Hi- Mom....” Yunho winced hearing your mother’s shrill and tired voice from the other side of the line. “Yeah. I’m really sorry. Look- mom, S/n is sick. We’ve got him in a steamed room. He’s been throwing up like crazy-”

Yunho’s long fingers softly raked through your son’s hair as he tried to listen to the conversation with his mother in law. “No.....No...Mom- Yunho didn’t give him ice cream. No......”

“It’s always my fault isn’t it,” Yunho groaned in a soft tone not wanting to upset his sickly son in his arms. “Tell her that I’m just as worried about my son as-”

“Bear.....this is not the time.” You scolded him, hand over the speaker. “Mom just....” You sighed- pinching the bridge of your nose. S/n cried at the loss of your hand in his. Your husband shushed him, wetting a washcloth and dabbing at his forehead and neck tenderly. “What’s his temperature?” Turning to your husband, you looked for the answer. “Babe, what’s his temp?”

“Last I checked it was 100.8,”

“100.8″ You gave a sigh of relief hearing your mother’s answer. “He’s going to be okay as long as it doesn’t get higher. She says keep him in here until his temp goes down and to try giving him something to eat to see if he can keep it down,” Relaying the instructions, Yunho nodded and did exactly what your mother told him. 

Yeosang:

You had no idea what to do with a sick kid. Yeosang had no idea what to do with a sick kid. You both were kind of in the same boat. You loved your daughter wholeheartedly, but the both of you were still new parents even two years in and were flying by the seat of your pants. 

So, when D/n had a 103 fever, the two of you started to panic. It was the middle of the night. Yeosang was cradling his crying toddler and you were desperately trying to reach your mother-in-law. “Is she really not picking up?” Never before in the entire time you knew Yeosang, had you seen him this worried. 

“Sang- it’s like two am. She’s probably asleep.” 

Yeosang watched you nervously burn a track in the floor. “Will you stop pacing?”

“Well, then what should we do?”

Your daughter nuzzled her sweating forehead into her father’s neck, little hands pulling at his sweatshirt. He rocked her back in forth in his arms, gears turning in his brain. “Hospital?” Your fiancee suggested- a hesitant but still desperate look in his eyes. 

“Yeah. Emergency room. I’ll call Hongjoong on the way.”

Yeosang sighed, standing up and watching you gather a bag of things you would need. “Don’t do that. He’s just gonna wake the boys and then Wooyoung is going to go all Crazy God Father on us.” You chuckled slinging the packed bag over your shoulder. 

“You’re the one who made him D/n’s god father. My vote was for Hongjoong.”

He groaned, not waiting for you to follow him out of the apartment. Having no time to strap her into her car seat, the singer climbed into the back and held his little girl as your family raced to the nearest emergency room. You burst through the doors, Yeosang carrying your crying toddler with her arms wrapped around his neck, much like in one of the medical dramas you had been watching lately. 

Thankfully you were rushed into a room and your daughter was tested and examined by a doctor quickly. You sat by her side the whole time, holding her hand while Yeosang watched the doctors carefully. Occasionally he would ask questions or accidentally chide them if his daughter yelped from pain or looked uncomfortable. He would quickly go back to silently watching knowing he had overstepped. 

As the doctor finished his examination, he asked you to wait for the test results to come back just to be sure it wasn’t anything serious. The boys burst almost waking D/n, Wooyoung racing towards the bedside of his goddaughter, a huge teddy bear in hand. Just like Yeosang they were all dressed in sweats or pajamas.

After about an hour of her uncles ‘quietly’ attending to their niece’s every need, the doctor returned- test results in hand. “Mr. Kang?” The physician’s eyes searched the boys' handsome faces until Yeosang raised his hand and made his way forward. 

“That’s me,”

“I’m the godfather, Jung Wooyoung, what should I be doing?” Wooyoung said peeping over your fiancee’s shoulder. 

The doctor blinked a few times before looking over to you as if to ask for a clue as to why this over-energetic boy was here. There was nothing you could do but shrug. “Well...um....you could start by sitting over there......quietly....”

Wooyoung gave the doctor a glaring look before reluctantly taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs in the room. “It’s nothing serious is it?” Yeosang asked, his hands subconsciously rubbing the back of his neck. “D/n isn’t dying right?” 

The doctor smiled, placing a hand on the worried singer’s shoulder. “Right now she’s just fine. You were right to bring her in though! We are going to keep her for observation for the next twenty-four hours just to be absolutely sure it is nothing to worry about.” 

Yeosang relayed the news before shoving the boys out of the pediatric hospital room so his little girl could sleep. He called his manager to cancel his schedules for the next day and he stayed by D/n’s side until the doctor told him that she was going to be perfectly fine.

San:

Two hours. You had been up for two hours. There was nothing more on this Earth that you loved more than your little girl, D/n. But when she woke you up at one o’clock in the morning, sick or not, it was not a happy occasion. It didn’t look like anything too serious was wrong with her. You didn’t even have to call your fiancee. Granted he should have been home from practice twenty minutes ago but that was another problem that you didn’t have the patience for right now.

Your toddler whined and rolled around on her bed as you got up to go to the medicine cabinet. D/n’s cries could be heard from all the way down the hall, hurrying your tired movements. “I’m coming, bean,” Instead of wasting time standing there, you grab the first five bottles you see and rush back to your daughter’s room. 

Placing a cool washcloth on her forehead, her cries soften a little allowing you time to read the backs of the bottles. The next thirty minutes were spent trying to get your little girl to take the medicine. The sound of keys tinkling against the dish by the door makes your ears perk up. 

“Babe? Everything okay?” San was home. 

A bouncing head of dyed hair bounded down the hall to stop in the doorway. “She said she’s feeling sick,” San immediately rushes over, hand on the small of your back as he kneels by his daughter’s side. 

“Hey, princess,” He whispers, stroking the hair away from her face. The man pouts seeing her clutch onto her stomach. “Does your tummy hurt?” D/n nods, rolling over onto her side and crying more. 

San turns to you with a half accusing look on his face. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m the one who's been here taking care of her.” You smacked him lightly upside the head, not letting him forget he was the one who came home late. With a sigh, you dropped your sleep-filled head onto the singer’s shoulder. “She won’t take the cold medicine.”

Your fiancee scoffed, turning to look at you before filling a spoon with the oozy purple liquid. “I’ve got this. Watch the master.” San smiled, getting the attention of his little girl. “Princess, this tastes good don’t you want some! It will make you feel better!”

“Does it really taste good?” She askes shyly, looking at her father with stars in her eyes. 

He nods enthusiastically, side-eyeing the spoon. Your daughter looks expectantly from the spoon to her father. After a moment it sort of dawns on him what she wants. Hesitantly, he opens his mouth and swallows the medicine. While he tries to smile, San’s face immediately turns sour and he dramatically gags on the after taste. “UGHHH!” He groans making a gross face.

“No! I don’t want it! It will taste bad!” D/n cries. 

“Great job, Super-Dad.” You say sarcastically. San ignores you, still trying to wipe the taste from his mouth. “Baby, I promise you it doesn’t taste bad. Daddy is just a wimp.”

When you turn around to seek the singer’s help you find him on the phone and whispering to someone. “Hyung, what do I do? D/n won’t take the medicine. Apparently, Y/n’s been trying for hours and-” He freezes seeing you staring at him-brow raised in judgment. 

“Tell me you aren’t on the phone with Seonghwa.”

“I’m not on the phone with Seonghwa......” A moment of silence passes only filled by your child’s whines and cries. “Okay, fine. I’m on the phone with Seonghwa!”

“SAN!” 

“WHAT?! IT’S A REASONABLE THING TO DO!”

Mingi:

Mingi was panicking. You left seven hours ago. It took seven hours for everything to fall apart for the idol. While Mingi loved his job, it took away from him spending time with his two year old son. When your parents called, Mingi jumped at the chance to send you away for a weekend. He would get S/n time and you would get extra help planning for your wedding. 

This was not going at all how Mingi wanted. It was almost 1 AM and his son was crying loudly with a scalding fever. He rushed around the apartment trying to find the list of emergency numbers you had left him. His son was in resting on his hip secured by the rapper’s arm. “S/n...it’s okay. Shhhh.” He could do this. By calling you he would just be proving that he couldn’t take care of his son by himself and he was totally not going to let that happen. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a pair of lungs,” he cursed under his breath when the toddler screamed right in his ear. 

Mingi could not stop himself from physically cheering after finding the slip of paper. The smile all but comically fell when he saw that spaghetti sauce from the dinner he had made S/n was staining every inch of the sheet. 

Crushing the note in his fist he tossed it into the sink and just hoped it didn’t get stuck down the drain. “Okay, buddy. Time to go on an adventure.” Sitting his still crying child on the couch he grabbed a jacket from the closet and slipped his little arms through it. The toddler sniffled and looked at his father who tilted his head before returning to the closet. Mingi came back with two more coats and started stuffing his son into the puffy jackets. 

“That should be enough,” he stated, pulling the hoods over his son’s head and picking him up. The little boy sniffled and cried in his father’s arms all the way to the nearest convenience store. Mingi’s legs were sore from running and he was sure that S/n wasn’t comfortable either. 

White fluorescent lights shined all the way through the store’s windows and out onto the street. A happy chime alerted the half-asleep pharmacist behind the counter of the boys’ arrival. “Welcome, how can I help?” the woman greeted.

“I- uh.....my son....uh...” S/n turned around in Mingi’s arms rubbing his tired and tear-filled eyes. It was then he knew.....Mingi could not do this alone. “One second, sorry!” His long fingers pull his phone from his pocket and quickly dial your number. 

Your sleepy voice floats through the speaker automatically relieving the tension in his whole body. “Hi, baby, what’s up?”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry- S/n has a fever and I tried everything and there was spaghetti sauce and jackets and- and.......baby...please help.”

You giggled over the phone and asked your boyfriend to take a deep breath. Once he was calm and speaking in full sentences you asked, “Do you want me to come home?” 

“NO!” The pharmacist jumped at his volume and S/n almost started crying again. “Baby, just please tell me what to do!” 

After agreeing to stay you listed off several medications and tried not to laugh hearing the idol attempt to repeat them to the woman behind the counter. Mingi insisted you stay on the phone with him the whole way back to the apartment. 

S/n stopped sniffling and groaning when Mingi took off the boy’s three layers of coats and gave him the medicine. Both boys eventually fell asleep on the couch to you talking to them on speakerphone. 

Wooyoung:

Your bodies lay draped over each other on the couch. Wooyoung lay under you, fingers threading through your hair as he watched the random drama that played on the tv. The volume was low so as not to wake your sleeping toddler in the other room, but instead of the show, you listened to your boyfriend’s steady heartbeat. 

It was late. Maybe one in the morning? Wooyoung had rehearsals tomorrow, but no way was he going to pass up time alone with you. After you put S/n to bed he immediately dragged you to the couch. “I need my Y/n recharge!” He whined, making you giggle. Now you were so happy listening to his heartbeat, threatening to fall asleep to the calming sound. 

“Are you still awake?” He whispered, brushing his cheek over the top of your head. The singer chuckled as the tiniest nod rubbed against his chest. His hands dropped down to your waist hugging you tightly. With his fingers removed from your scalp, you started to come back from the tempting fog of sleep. 

Your mother ears picked up on the sound of a door opening and you sat up like a meerkat making the man below you smile. Your superpower was correct and soon tiny feet padded into the living room dragging a teddy bear behind him. Both you and the singer sat up seeing tears on your son’s cheeks. 

“Daddy, my tummy hurts,” the two-year-old cried. 

Immediately Wooyoung reached up and pulled his shaggy hair away from his face, wrapping it with a tie on his wrist. You smiled watching him switch into full-on dad mode. Picking his son up under the arms, your boyfriend stood up and let S/n’s little limbs wrap around his body. Full dad mode Wooyoung was honestly the hottest thing you had ever seen and it shocked you every time. 

“It’s probably just an upset stomach but let’s take his temperature just to be sure.” Wooyoung nodded at your words and comforted your child as you searched for the thermometer. 

Coming back with the instrument in hand you grinned at the sight before you. You could only compare the feeling to watching those videos of otters holding hands. The thermometer passed hands and you watched him struggle to get your son to open his mouth.

When he finally succeeded a soft grin floated over his lips as he watched his son. Hearing the click of your phone camera brought him out of his happy trance. “You did not just take a photo of me,” Wooyoung whined, smile betraying the tone of his voice. 

“The boys have to know what a soft dad you are!” You joked, wiggling your phone at him.

Wooyoung laughed and maneuvered his son onto his hip. “If I was not holding our son- I would fucking tackle you.”

“WOO- LANGUAGE!”

“Oh my god, he’s two what’s he gonna do?”

Rolling your eyes, you watch your boyfriend tease you and pull the thermometer from S/n’s mouth. Wooyoung tossed the instrument to you before walking over to the kitchen. Thankfully your little boy didn’t have a fever. 

The singer set s/n down on the counter and walked over to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of ginger ale only to be stopped by your hand. “What?” You shook your head and put the soda back in the fridge. “I drank ginger ale all the time for this when I was his age,” Wooyoung stated like he was the smartest man in the world. 

“Yeah well, doctor’s everywhere say ‘no’.” It was his turn to roll his eyes as you gave your son a natural fruit pop and water instead. “Show me your MD, babe.” You joked, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Whatever,” Wooyoung said with a smile, kissing the top of your head before returning his focus to your son. 

Jongho:

Jongho was already nasty being away from his daughter for too long. This was the first weekend-long shoot Ateez was doing since D/n was born. You wouldn’t classify Jongho as a ....’clingy’ dad....just one that needed a picture and video check-in of his little girl every two hours or he would have a mini-meltdown. 

His shoot was supposed to be two nights and three days. It was only ten o’clock on the second night when your daughter suddenly got a high fever. The little girl wouldn’t stop crying and in the few words she knew, she complained of bad stomach pain and a headache. Your boyfriend would obliterate you if you didn’t update him. Therefore promptly on the hour, you called Jongho despite the crying infant in the next room. 

“Hi, Y/n-,” His expert ears immediately picked up on the crying over the phone. “What’s wrong is she okay? Are you okay? Is everyone okay? Why is my baby crying?”

“D/n is sick-”

“Do I need to come home? I’m coming home. I can totally come home.” You heard Yeosang shout a ‘No, he can’t’ from somewhere over the phone. 

You sighed-rubbing your temples as a particularly shrill shriek pierced through the thin walls of your apartment. “She has a fever, and a pretty bad stomach ache. I think it’s possibly the flu. It might just be a stomach bug.”

Jongho was getting more worried by the second. He hated hearing his baby girl cry and not be able to do anything about it. They were at least three hours away and that was if he forced a taxi driver to run all the stoplights. “That’s it. Baby, I’m coming home.”

“No, Jongho, honey-” It was too late. He had already hung up. 

Jongho walked right off set (thankfully cameras hadn’t been rolling). The singer marched right up to the director with determination in his eyes. Yeosang, having heard the youngest’s conversation immediately told Hongjoong who gathered the Maknae Damage Control Crew. I.e: Yunho and Wooyoung. “I need to leave.” he stated. The director didn’t even look up from his binder, simply waving his hand. 

“Yeah- go to the trailer. We aren’t rolling for another ten minutes.”

“No. I need to go. As in I’m done. No more shooting of Choi Jongho.”

This got the older man’s attention. His brows raised at the idol’s sudden defiance. “Sorry, kid. Your contract says I own you for another twenty-eight hours. You aren’t going anywhere.”

He took a shaky breath, obviously suppressing his anger. Yunho uncertainly placed his hand on the younger’s shoulder only for it to be brushed off. “You don’t understand. My daughter is sick. I’m leaving.”

“No.”

“NO?” Jongho was furious. Things escalated from zero to sixty very quickly. Wooyoung and Yunho were now holding back Jongho in hopes of keeping him from throttling the show director. The singer had an almost crazed look in his eye and was shouting about getting home to his D/n and something about breaking his head like an apple. 

Finally, Hongjoong stepped in. “Look just let him go home. We can finish the show with seven members. What’s the harm?” Thanks to the leader’s negotiating skills Jongho was soon racing back at light speed. At almost three am he burst through the door of your shared apartment only to be met with silence. 

He was very confused. His first thought was: “Oh no. D/n had a deadly contagious virus and both of them died almost instantaneously.” Frantically he pulled his mask back over his face and ran to the nursery. Surprisingly, he found his little girl fast asleep. Her face was calm and her forehead was no warmer to the touch than normal. 

Jongho next ventured into the bedroom, finding you passed out face first on his side of the bed. Smiling, he kicked off his shoes and took off his mask. “You had me worried for nothing.” He mumbled, collapsing onto the bed and pulling you into his arms. Not even the movement woke you up from your deep sleep. “Good job, mommy.” 

Masterlist

#ateez #ateez reactions #kdiarynet #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeo sang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez imagine #ateez preferences #hongjoong imagines #kim hongjoong imagines #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa imagines #yunho imagines #jeong yunho imagines #yeosang imagines #kang yeosang imagines #san imagines #choi san imagines #mingi imagines #song mingi imagines #wooyoung imagines #jung wooyoung imagines #jongho imagines

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑇𝑟𝑦 𝑇𝑜 𝑆𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including but not limited to exhibitionism, voyeurism, semi-public sex (don't try it irl), lactating kink, tittyfucking, etc. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries. Allusions to infidelity (which I do not condone or encourage)

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong couldn't keep the proud look off his face as he showed off a video of your son playing around on the piano while seated on his lap.

"I'm telling you, he's going to be a musical genius." He boasted to his closest friend, Seonghwa who watched in amazement.

"Mine so far just know how to make messes and keep their mommy and me awake at all hours of the night." Seonghwa chuckled as he gave a lighthearted pat on the bum to the woman right next to him.

"They? You already have two?" You couldn't believe it.

"What can I say? Maybe I'm just really...gifted." Seonghwa winked which had his significant other blushing intensely when he looked her way, the poor thing fanning her face before going to the kitchen to grab more water.

Seonghwa's words left you feeling curious about him and it was a night out for both of you to have fun. So why not have a little fun?

"You must really be packing a lot in there to be able to knock up a girl with 2 kids." You observed as you shamelessly looked at his crotch.

"Well if you ever get too curious I'd be happy to let you experience it firsthand." He looked at you smugly as his thumb cupped your chin.

It was rather dangerous to flirt like this with Hongjoong's best friend right in front of him, but part of you wanted to know what he'd do seeing you act like this, like how'd you'd flirt back in university. You always loved making Hongjoong jealous after all. Taking Seonghwa's hand, you brought his fingers to your lips.

"I'm curious. Very curious actually." You maintained eye contact as you took his fingers in your mouth and mimicked the tongue movements you'd often do on Hongjoong's cock.

Speaking of him, you were surprised as to why he hadn't said or done anything. Looking behind you, you realized he wasn't even there which confused you. Finally you spotted him on the couch and you dropped Seonghwa's fingers out of your mouth when you saw none other than his s/o on Hongjoong's lap.

"Hongjoong!" You angrily exclaimed yet he still had a grin on his face.

"What? I was merely trying to get closer to my friend's soon to be wife." He replied as the hands on her hips went to her ass.

Walking over to them, Seonghwa lifted his partner off the couch and promptly excused himself as he pulled her out of your apartment, no doubt to remind her of a few things. Meanwhile you stood there glaring at Hongjoong who looked unbothered.

"What? It's only ok for you to try and seduce other men?"

You huffed and were about to walk to your room but Hongjoong sat up and hugged you from behind.

"Calm down my little slut, I was only giving you a taste of your own medicine. And besides, you don't need another cock besides mine." He chuckled as he started to play with your pant's zipper.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Coming back from the kitchen, you widened your eyes as you saw that Hongjoong's a significant other was still flaunting herself to him and he was going along with it.

"This little bitch." You muttered to yourself thinking that no one heard you but someone did.

"It's frustrating isn't it?" You heard Hongjoong say right next to your ear, lips ghosting over the lobe.

"I take it a cat fight is out of the question?" You asked him.

"Actually.... I have a better idea, if you're comfort enough to help me."

Seeing his smirk and wiggling eyebrows, you knew what he was referring to and you decided fuck it. You allowed him to walk you over to the couch but it was you who pushed him onto it before straddling his lap, the dress you were wearing rising up and nearly exposing your lace panties.

"Well you're certainly not a shy one are you?" Hongjoong mused, eyes unable to look away at your chest that was right in front of his face.

"Hey, sometimes a girl's gotta get dirty to get what she wants." You bit your lip as you took his hands and guided them to your hips. Leaning down, you pressed your forehead against his and swiped your tongue across his upper lip.

"Like stealing another woman's husband." You chuckled slyly.

Hongjoong wasn't planning on feeling this hot by your behavior, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive. Obviously you were extremely attractive if you managed to steal Seonghwa away from his wife and Hongjoong could now see why.

"Hongjoong!" You both heard his girl shout.

"Took her long enough." You whispered in his ear, trying to contain your laughter after he not only said he was trying to get close to you but also when he squeezed your ass.

The next thing you felt was a pair of arms getting you off Hongjoong before a voice said:

"I'm sorry but we must be going now."

Seonghwa was fuming as he dragged you over into the car, his hand slamming the door loudly.

"Maybe now you'll think twice before letting someone else try to seduce you." You snorted.

"I wasn't actually gonna let her do anything." He told you, a hand rubbing his temples as he tried to calm down both his anger and embarrassment.

"Oh I know you weren't going to let anything happen baby."

Seonghwa's breath hitched when he saw your face stoop down and start to take him out of his pants. He groaned when you spat on his cock so you could begin pumping him.

"Whatever she had you fantasizing about while your fingers were in her mouth, I can fulfill it and even more."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

When Yunho said he wanted you to meet a few of his close friends, you began worrying that an event like what happened with his family would took place. But to your surprise it was nothing like that. And in fact you two weren't the only couple who had a large age difference between them, as his recently remarried friend Yeosang had a wife that was closer to your age so that comforted you.

No doubt Yunho intended for you to become friends with the lovely lady, but surprisingly you were bonding a lot more with Yeosang than anyone, and after a while it escalated to a little flirting.

"So is it true that Yunho bought your virginty?"

You nearly spat your drink out when he asked that, but you composed yourself and smiled as if nothing happened.

"Yeah and I honestly don't regret it." You responded.

"I don't think he regrets it either." He gestured over to Yunho who was happily chatting with some of the other guests.

"Did you also buy your now wife's virginity?" You figured it wouldn't be bad to ask him an embarrassing question now.

"No actually I didn't. I didn't have to. From the first moment, she wanted me like I wanted her and in the end, well...... she ended letting me corrupt her after a long game of cat and mouse." He had a fond look on his face as he began to recall all those memories.

"Well with that face I'd let you corrupt me for free." You wanted to slap your hand over your mouth when you accidentally said aloud what you thought in your head.

Yeosang quirked an eyebrow an amusement at your words.

"Oh really? You little innocent thing would let me corrupt you? Tell me, what if it had been me instead of Yunho that paid to have his way with you?" Yeosang was bold enough to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, his large veiny hands making you get wet as you imagined them undressing you.

"I'd let you fuck my pussy for free." You admitted as you began to lean into him.

Unbeknownst to you, Yunho had listened to the entire conversation and now he stepped in to pull you away from Yeosang. He looked beyond mad and you thought you fucked up for real. He dragged you into some lonely part of the park you were all gathered in and pressed you up against one of the trees. Before you could speak, his large frame trapped you as he started to pull your dress up.

"A long time ago, I paid for this little pussy of yours, isn't that right?" He harshly asked.

You nodded immediately before gasping when Yunho practically tore your panties off you, leaving your bottom half exposed for anyone walking by to see. You tried to pull your dress down, but were stopped by him.

"Don't even try it. Like I said, I paid for your pussy which means it's mine to show whenever I want....." You shuddered when he plunged two fingers in you.

"And fuck whenever I want. Just me, no one else. "

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

You weren't going to lie that you felt uneasy about Yunho's wife talking a little too friendly with Yeosang. Even though you tried to listen to what Yunho was saying, your eyes kept trailing back over to them, and you couldn't stop squinting your eyes at her.

"You can stop being on edge about my wife, she's not going to steal Yeosang away from you." Yunho assured you.

You looked back at him with a face that let him know he was stupid.

"Oh honey, you have no idea what a woman can be like. Don't be fooled by our innocent appearances." You warned him before looking back at Yeosang.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Judging by his tone, you knew Yunho felt offended that you meant anything remotely offensive towards his wife.

Wanting to lighten up the mood while simultaneously letting him understand your point of view, you fully turned your attention to him and smirked as you 'innocently' began adjusting his tie.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Yunho couldn't help the stammer in his voice when you came close to him.

"I'm just fixing this up for you." You answered, your voice sounding as smooth as honey.

"That's not necessary-" Yunho gulped when he tried to pull away only for you to suddenly pull him back in, your body now pressed to his, your breasts peeping out of your cleavage daring him not to stare.

"A woman may help a man tie his tie, fix his belt or..... adjust their collars simply to be nice."

Yunho stiffened and blushed red when you leaned in and whispered with a honey like voice in his ear:

"Or it's because we're trying to get you guys to fuck us."

You knew your plan worked when Yunho's eyes shot wide open and he excused himself to go stomp over to where his wife and Yeosang were. You patted yourself on the back especially when you made emphasis on the adjusting collars part, knowing that Yunho saw just as you did how his wife had adjusted Yeosang's collar before and he was not subtle about checking out her cleavage.

Your proud smile did not leave your face even when you saw Yeosang slowly approaching you. You knew he definitely saw how you were with Yunho and you were curious to see what'd he say. Humming softly, he went behind you so he could wrap his arms around your waist while his face buried itself on your neck.

"Mind telling me why you were so close with Yunho?"

Reaching a hand up to pat his hair, you answered:

"Simply teaching him a few lessons on how women seduce men."

Yeosang couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at your words. You giggled when you felt his lips press open mouth kisses along your neck.

"Yeah you're an expert in that category, aren't you?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"Umm...uh Y/N?" Mingi, San's friend spoke up.

"Yeah?" You wondered what was bothering him.

He seemed unsure whether to tell you or not, whatever it was that he was trying to say. Clearing his throat, he finally decided to spit it out.

"I think you spilled something on your shirt when you went to the kitchen and didn't notice."

You were confused as you didn't remember spilling anything on yourself. Looking down at your shirt, you laughed as you realized what it actually was.

"Oh! I didn't spill anything, that's just my boobs." You blurted out.

Mingi flushed pink as it clicked on his head what you meant.

"Oh...right. San had mentioned before that you lactated a lot but I didn't think-" He stopped himself before he went further.

"Didn't think?" You pressed him to continue.

"Didn't think it'd be that much." He confessed, eyes curiously eyeing the wet stains on your shirt.

Getting turned on by another man staring at your breasts, you reached for the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off of you. Slowly, you began to pull your bra up as well, your breasts popping out with a bounce that had Mingi biting his lip. San came in to find you topless and with his friend admiring your tits and although he'd usually be very jealous, something about it made him get aroused.

"My wife's tits are so pretty aren't they Mingi?" He startled you both when he made his presence known.

"God yes." Mingi couldn't lie.

"Maybe you should taste them." San suggested as he reached for one of them and squeezed it so a bit of milk would come out of it.

Mingi hesitated but after San reassured him it was fine, the giant male latched his mouth onto one of your breasts, sucking on it fervently. If you thought it couldn't get any better, soon San joined in, taking a hold of your other breast and taking it into his mouth. You threw your head back and moaned loudly as both men sucked on your breasts, your hands cupping the back of their heads to push them further into your chest.

"Just watch Mingi, she can literally cum untouched by just having us breastfeed from her." San chuckled in between his suckling.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"I should cut off your balls." You threatened Mingi as he confessed to you what had transpired the day before at San's house.

"Honey please don't do that. At least you heard it from me, doesn't that count for something?" He pouted at you as he tried to hug you.

"Yeah it counts for getting it sliced off in one whole strike instead of piece by piece." You grunted as you evaded his embrace.

"Ok, what's it going to take for you to forgive me? Ask for anything. If you even wanna withhold kinky times from me, I won't even blame you."

You actually thought long and hard about how to get back at Mingi. Just what could possibly make you get even with him after he confessed to sucking on his friend's wife's tits? The light bulb went off in your head at once.

"Can you ask your friend San to come over?"

Although he was confused by your request, he nonetheless did as you asked and called him over. San was just as confused, but he figured he was probably there to help his friend out and apologize for what happened and take responsibility. But what he was not expecting was for you to throw yourself on him and start seducing him right in front of Mingi, who was equally shocked.

"You got to have your fun with his wife yesterday right? I think it's only fair he gets to have fun with your wife, don't you think Mingi?" You smirked over at him.

San was hissing and grunting as he layed on your bed, watching intently as his cock was buried deep in between your boobs. Every time his head popped out, you made sure to stick your tongue out to further stimulate him.

"You seem to have a thing for breasts Sannie." You teased as you began to fuck him between your boobs even faster.

"Oh fuck!" San cried out as he tried to keep himself from cumming.

"Mingi also likes a good tittyfuck every now and then, but he's more of an ass man above all."

You looked over at Mingi, who sat quietly on a chair in front of you both, watching it all go down with a tent in his pants.

"Mingi come fuck my ass." You suddenly told him.

"Are you serious?" Mingi widened his eyes.

"I just got done saying how you're an ass man and I'm feeling empty. Now are you going to stay sitting down or are you going to join in?"

In minutes, Mingi had gotten up and had stripped himself off his clothes, and now he was positioning himself right behind you, cock twitching at fucking your ass while your breasts fucked his friend.

"You really are a kinky little lady."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Wait, you met Y/N where?"

Wooyoung wasn't surprised to hear the disbelief in Jongho's voice as they shared stories about how they met their current significant others.

"In the strip club I frequented. She was one of the dancers there." He repeated himself.

"What? Did she drop her panties onstage and you immediately bought a ring?" Jongho teased him.

"One, we're not married...yet. And two, I actually had to get her alone to be able to see her with no clothes on. And fuck when I did, I decided to snatch her away before anyone else got a chance to." He admitted.

"Was she that enticing to you?" Jongho questioned him.

"Trust me, she's the type of woman who can dance her way into a man's heart. Or pants." Wooyoung boldly stated.

"I doubt she could dance into mine." Jongho firmly said.

"Oh really? You think so? Wanna bet on it?"

Wooyoung didn't hesitate to pick up his phone and call you right away. Hearing his mischievous tone, you knew he was up to something. When he asked you to come over to his office in one of your old costumes from your exotic dancer days, you got a hint as to what it could be and it excited you to think about it.

You came into his office, thinking he wanted a private show but you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw that he wasn't alone. You looked at Wooyoung, asking for an explanation.

"Baby I hope you don't mind but.... I wanted you to put on a little show for my dear old friend here." Wooyoung shifted in his seat.

You were about to scold Wooyoung for even thinking of such an idea, but Jongho spoke up first.

"She can try all she wants, but I doubt she'll be effective in seducing me."

You scoffed at the man's words and at that moment you wanted nothing than to wipe that smug look off his face. Setting your phone on the desk and pressing play, you walked right in front of Jongho and let the long trench coat fall of your body, revealing the glittery lingerie you were hiding. Although Jongho tried to remain stoic, you could see that the corners of his lip twitched slightly when you began to dance.

You felt proud of yourself when it seemed you were finally getting him to break as you rolled your body on top of him, your hips mere inches from actually grinding down on his crotch.

"Can I touch her?" Jongho finally blurted out, nails clawing the couch underneath him.

Wooyoung and you both exchanged a triumphant look when he asked that.

"Only if you admit I won the bet, then I'll even let you fuck her."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Are we really doing this right here?" You giggled as Jongho continued to mark kisses across your neck as he pushed you onto the desk behind you.

"Can't help it. I just really wanted you now." He winked when he came back up to cup your face and hungrily kiss your lips.

You found it odd that Jongho was suddenly getting frisky with you while at work. He'd never ever approve of you two risking getting caught doing something inappropriate during work hours. But you figured it was because back then you two were a secret and now almost everyone knew you two were married. So you just didn't think too much of it and instead enjoyed as his strong hands gripped your thighs and spread them apart so he could fit himself in between your legs.

Just as you two were getting lost in each other, the door opened and someone came in.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" A man whom you had never met before asked as he seemed embarrassed about walking in on you two.

"Oh, not at all Wooyoung. In fact I was expecting you right at this time, after all, I did call you here."

Jongho looked so unfazed about having his friend walk in, in fact, he looked almost too happy about getting caught like that, it was so unlike him. Just as you slid off the desk and began adjusting yourself, Jongho stopped you.

"Wooyoung? Remember the other night? When you let your little exotic dancer give me a lap dance?"

You widened your eyes when he said that, hearing that for the first time.

"Among other things." Wooyoung nodded.

Taking your hand, Jongho slowly walked you over to where Wooyoung was seated.

"Well.... I think it's time you let me return the favor."

Before you could even guess what was happening, Jongho sat you on Wooyoung's lap, your back pressed against his chest.

"I left her wet and bothered so I think she'd really appreciate it if you helped her out." Jongho winked at you before stepping back to his desk to get a better view.

You whimpered when you felt Wooyoung's hands slide up your shirt to cup your breasts.

"Are you ok with this babygirl?" He asked you.

Having Jongho watching you intently and being left needy by him, you didn't hesitate to let his friend know that you were more than ok with him touching you, which delighted him and Jongho as well.

"Don't hold back on her, she likes it rough."

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“Hyunjin said he was bringing something over for us.” Wooyoung dropped down onto Seonghwa’s bed.

“Okay…” Seonghwa didn’t look away from his phone.

Wooyoung sighed loudly. “Do you know what group Hyunjin is from?”

“Stray Kids, why?”

Wooyoung groaned, abandoning all pretense of subtlety. “Have you talked to Tori lately?”

Seonghwa stiffened. “Um…a bit, why?”

“Do you have any plans with her?”

“No. I’m not sure if you noticed, but we’re stuck in here for at least a week.” Seonghwa frowned. “Besides, I’m trying not to seem too eager. I don’t want her to take it the wrong way.”

“What could she take the wrong way? The fact that you’re in love with her?”

“Shut up!” Seonghwa hissed.

“She’s not here. It’s not like she can hear you.” Wooyoung laughed. “I’m just saying…she obviously likes you back. And literally all of us love her. So why won’t you make a move?”

“Because she’s…our friend.” Even to his own ears, that sounded like a weak argument.

“She’s our friend.” Wooyoung pointed to himself before gesturing towards the rest of the apartment. “She’s the girl you’ve been obsessed with for two years.”

“It has not been two years.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Three years, then.”

Seonghwa blushed. “That’s besides the point. I like being her friend. I don’t want to do anything that will ruin that.”

“I’m not sure if you noticed, but Tori is literally everyone’s ideal type. Right now she’s into you, and don’t say she isn’t because we can all tell that she is, but if you don’t let her know that you feel the same way, sooner or later someone else is going to snatch her up.” Wooyoung tried to seem reasonable.

Seonghwa just frowned. “Nobody can snatch her away, she makes her own mind up.”

“Yeah, and she’s made her mind up on you.”

“That didn’t even make sense.”

“Whatever. She likes you and you need to – “

“Yo, guys come see this!” Hongjoong’s voice shouted from the living area.

Seonghwa leapt at the chance to end the conversation, darting out the door before Wooyoung was even off the bed.

In the living room, they found Hongjoon setting a large basket on the table.

“What is that?” Mingi asked, looking up from the couch.

“Hyunjin dropped it off.” Hongjoong said. “We couldn’t talk, obviously. But he said Tori made him bring it over.”

Seonghwa tried not to acknowledge how they all turned to stare at him.

“But what is it?” Mingi repeated.

“I don’t know, but it smells amazing.” Yunho leaned forward. “Open it.”

“Wait, there’s a note.” San reached forward, lifting a folded notecard with a cartoon cat on it off of the top of the basket. “The boys love it when I make these, so I thought they might brighten your day. Lots of love, Tori.” He read aloud. “It also says ‘and Stray Kids’, but it kinda looks like Hyunjin wrote that bit in the taxi.”

“Open the box or I am literally going to die.” Yeosang sniffed again. The contents of the basket did smell delicious, so Hongjoong didn’t require more convincing before he lifted the lid off of the basket.

“Are those…cinnamon buns?”

They all leaned over to get a better look. Inside the basket, nestled in individual pink and white cupcake liners, were two dozen cinnamon bones. The smell of cinnamon and the sweet icing wafted up to them, and there seemed to still be some warmth radiating from the basket.

“Seonghwa?” Jongho breathed.

“What?” His mouth was watering.

“If you don’t marry Tori, I will.”

“What? Shut up, no one is – “

“Cinnamon bun time!” Hongjoong declared loudly.

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