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hello everyone! would like to just remind you all that this chapter killed me and im dead now! :)

THE ANSWER: The Pet

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers ‘sect.’ pairing: ateez x fem reader genre: cult au, thriller, angst check warnings on AO3

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Jongho doesn’t revel in the act of killing her.

No, in fact, he would much rather not be killing her. Haseul hasn’t done anything to deserve his wrath, nothing to deserve her life ended.

Other than being friends with the wrong girl.

Really, this is no fault of the blonde in his arms, her blood flowing freely from the slit in her throat. He had tried to be humane. He holds her as she bleeds out, the front of her shirt blackening with the sickening flow of her blood supply. The blood flows all the way down her front, her arms long gone limp at her sides. Her fingers twitch and Jongho knows that she’s still alive, her life still ebbing out of her.

He’s sorry for her. Wrong place at the wrong time. Contrary to popular belief, Jongho actually doesn’t like killing innocent people. Of course, what someone considers to be innocent might not align with what Jongho thinks, but still. Haseul is, or, was, someone that would be seen as innocent by anyone looking into this scene.

He doesn’t feel guilty. If she had escaped, there would have been hell to pay. Literally. Everyone would’ve been killed. Jongho doesn’t know much about what happens after we die, but he expects that, if the Christains are right, he will burn for all eternity. As would most of the other followers.

Really, Jongho’s only regret as Haseul’s body slumps completely in his arms is that (Y/n) isn’t here to see it.

How he would love to look up at her from this position. If he thinks about it hard enough, he can picture her figure here, her face illuminated by the moon. The way it would contort in horror at the sight of her dead friend. The speed at which her eyes would fill with tears, the twisted sobs that would escape her.

Would she fall to her feet? Pull her friend off of Jongho’s lap, cover herself in the gore? Would she speak? Ask Jongho why? Why he did this, how he could hurt Haseul? Or would she stay frozen, unable to move? Would she look away, hide her face in her hands? Run away and cry to San? Hongjoong?

Jongho scoffs into the silent night. He doesn’t care what her reaction would be, he only cares to see it first person. See the realization in her face when she knows that Jongho did this, Jongho killed her friend and dumped her body.

But Jongho knows that that will never happen. He’d be lucky for her to ever even find out that her friend is dead. He can already hear San and Hongjoong and Seonghwa in his ears, insisting that (Y/n) never find out. It’s pathetic, really. Shouldn’t she know? Shouldn’t she understand what he can do?

For her credit, (Y/n) can be rather crafty sometimes. Jongho is sure that she’ll eventually figure out that Haseul is dead, and it will probably be sooner rather than later. He only hopes that he’s there when she puts the pieces together.

A man can dream.

He slides Haseul from his lap, dropping her onto the ground unceremoniously so that he can stand and assess the situation.

She’s not twitching anymore. Jongho nudges one of her arms with the toe of his boot, folding it closer to her torso. Minimize the mess.

His hands are fucking filthy. He tries to rub them on his thighs, but the fabric is too wet already to accept blood. If anything, his hands get grimier when he wipes them, the blood smearing across his palms, seeping into the lines of his hands. The stickiness is almost nauseating for him, the feeling of her sticking to him like tacky glue.

It’s okay. He takes a few deep breaths, thinking about the feeling of the cold night’s air on his skin and that he’ll be able to take a shower as soon as he takes care of her. There’s no use panicking now, not when there’s still work to be done. He can’t.

It is a bit funny, though. Is it really just a coincidence that this girl’s name is Haseul? Or is there some higher power at play? Some punishment coming for him that he should’ve expected a long time ago?

He blinks down at the girl, jumping back when he sees her face instead of the Haseul’s. The gravel crunches under his feet as he takes steps back, the wet rocks making a sickening grinding sound. Jongho blinks faster, his breath coming harder and harder when her face doesn’t change.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fu—

He closes his eyes completely, resting a hand on his chest in an attempt to control his breathing. He breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, focusing on the expansion of his lungs under his palm. It’s not real. He knows that it isn’t real. He knows that he didn’t kill her, even if, in a way, he had. This is Haseul. (Y/n)’s friend. Not her. Never her.

He peeks his eyes open hesitantly at first, but fully once he realizes that Haseul is, once again, Haseul. Jongho sighs, blinking tears out of his eyes that he hadn’t been aware of.

The approach of the truck really pulls him back to his senses as he has to shield his eyes to the headlights.

That’ll be Hongjoong, he assumes.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Jongho isn’t entirely sure why San appears after Hongjoong leaves. He supposes its possible that Hongjoong grabbed him to make him help with the cleanup, considering it’s his fault that there’s even a mess for cleaning. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t really matter to Jongho. He’s just happy he doesn’t have to get rid of her himself.

San is always squeamish about the dismemberment, though.

Unfortunately, pigs don’t really feast upon entire corpses. They have to be broken down to more manageable pieces. To Jongho, it’s no different than processing any carcass, but… yeah, he can see how it could be gross.

“Come to help?” Jongho asks, kneeling again at Haseul’s side. He’s been trying to figure out the best way to move her, as he didn’t bring a tarp or any rope out with him. Stupid. Should’ve asked Hongjoong, no matter how pissy he was.

San won’t even look at her, keeping his head turned pointedly upward, as he approaches the pair.

“Hongjoong said I have to,” San still doesn’t look, swallowing hard, “He knows I hate this shit.”

Jongho chuckles, the thighs of his jeans starting to stick to his thighs as he shifts on his knees, “Shouldn’t have let her go, then.”

San scoffs, finally at least looking at Jongho. “As if that wasn’t the fucking plan? It couldn’t have gone any fucking smoother for him.” He finally glances down at Haseul, wincing as he does so. “Christ, what did you do to her?”

The irony of the comment almost makes Jongho laugh. “You act like you’ve never seen someone with their throat slit before, Sannie. Weren’t you there whe—”

“Shut up, Jongho.” San takes a few more steps forward, stepping into the pooled blood.

It’s Jongho’s turn to scoff as he stands, smiling at the audacity of San’s anger. “What? I can’t talk about the blood on your little girlfriend’s hands?” In all honesty, Jongho doesn’t want to think about her, not right now. Not when he just saw her face on the dead girl’s body and not when San is clearly in the mood to shove his fingers in his wounds. But he can’t stop himself, his emotions toward (Y/n) are too hot to keep inside. Too much to not taunt San with.

“(Y/n) had literally nothing to do with her. If you want to be mad at someone, you should be mad at Hongjoong." San’s voice rises, defending her so fiercely that Jongho almost laughs again. As if San has any idea what (Y/n) did or didn’t do to her.

“A little defensive, don’t you think? Already attached?” Jongho tries to wipe his hands on his thighs, though, again, this does nothing for the mess on them. “You really shouldn’t speak on something that you know nothing about.”

San’s lips twitch upward, as if against his will. “All I’m saying is that it’s unfair to (Y/n) for you to blame her for something she knows nothing about.”

He raises his eyebrows, “That’s funny logic. Do you think she won’t blame you for Haseul’s death when she finds out about it? Even if she doesn’t ever learn that you were here tonight, who does she think was the last person to see her alive? You’ll ‘know nothing’ and yet…”

San steps over Haseul, closing the distance between himself and Jongho. He grabs the front of his shirt, glaring down ever so slightly, “You’re a little fucking degenerate, you know that?”

Jongho shoves San away, blood soiling the front of his button down, “I’m the degenerate? For, what, exactly? Killing people that pose a threat to us? Our way of life? What are you, in that case?”

“I don’t know what you think you’re alluding to, Jongho,” San swallows, his voice hard, “but you won’t speak a word of any of this to (Y/n).”

“Or what? You’ll tell on me?” Jongho scoffs, sticking his lower lip out in an exaggerated pout, “Go ahead. I’m not scared of Hongjoong, and I’m sure he would just love to hear about how deeply you apparently care about her and her opinion of you.”

San stares back at Jongho, blood seeping into his shoes as he stands in the puddle. “You’re seriously out of touch if you’re not scared of him, Jongho.” Silence lingers between them as Jongho stares back at San, considering his statement.

Jongho isn’t afraid of Hongjoong because he has nothing to lose. There’s nothing that he could do to hurt him, besides… well, torture, he guesses, but that wouldn’t be as bad as what’s already happened.

He shakes his head, clearing his mind and his throat, “Whatever. Just help me with the body. And stop whining about (Y/n).”

“You’re the one that brought her up in the first place,” San grumbles, but squats to help Jongho anyhow.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Jongho slams his door shut behind him, not bothering to lock it before making his way to his bathroom. He had managed to get inside and all the way upstairs without anyone seeing him, thankfully. Though he’ll have to remember to wipe down the surely bloodied door handles he touched, he’s fairly confident that there is little to no evidence that he had been out, just the way that Hongjoong likes it.

Except for the dead body in the pig sty and the blood on his hands. But both of those things will be taken care of soon enough. And the average Follower will be none the wiser.

It’s funny, Jongho thinks, their way of seeing things. And Hongjoong’s way of making them see things. Killing people in the name of ceremony, in the name of sacrifice is completely okay to them, because Hongjoong says so. But oh no, no, they can’t possibly know about the ‘senseless’ killing that goes around. As if it all isn’t senseless.

Nausea churns in his stomach as he enters his bathroom, turning the faucet on and starting to rinse his hands. The water is cold, freezing even. He doesn’t care, rubbing his hands together and watching the water turn red. The blood had started to dry on his skin, caking into the crevices of his palms and knuckles. He knows from experience that his nails are a lost cause.

Once his hands are relatively clean, he grabs a washcloth, wetting it under the running water as he finally looks up at himself in the mirror.

The mess is… just about as he expected. There’s blood on his face, dripping down his neck. His shirt is a lost cause, and he’s sure that there will be a faint residue when he peels it off. Jongho scrubs at his face and neck with the cloth, turning his face every angle he can manage. He rubs until his skin is raw, the sensation of the abrasion enough to keep him from panicking.

Which he won’t do. Not Jongho. Not after making it all night. He makes eye contact with his reflection, sneering at the state of himself. What would she have thought? Would she have been scared of him? Scared of the dog? The errand boy?

Jongho likes what he is. Likes his purpose. Likes his responsibilities and his roles. Before them, he was lost. He was the other, the weirdo, the freak… except to her. She loved him. Or, at least, she told him as much. But Jongho can’t believe that she would still love him like this. If she had seen him at his full potential, she would’ve been scared of him. She wouldn’t have felt safe in his arms or kissed his forehead or brushed his hair or, or, or anything.

Not that he thinks he deserves it. If he were an outsider looking in, he would probably be afraid of himself, too. Hell, half the time he is scared of himself. Scared of the pleasure, scared of the joy, scared of the rush of power and scared of the high of the kill. And yet…

“Fuck this,” he turns away from the mirror, beginning to unbutton his shirt. He has to peel the fabric away from his skin, the shirt so thoroughly soaked with blood that it clings to him. The sound is sickening.

He drops the shirt to the floor, not bothering to care about where it will land. Tile is easy enough to clean. Wiping his dirtied hands on the washcloth he holds, he steps out of the bathroom. He throws the towel behind him as he hurries into his bedroom, his eyes set on his target.

The Answer sits on his bedside table, where he left it before going out.

He checks his hands one more time, flipping them over and around to make sure that all of the blood is gone. He wouldn’t dare touch this copy with bloodied hands. He already touches it more than he should, the holy thing that it is. His hands don’t deserve to feel its weight, but…

Jongho picks up the text when he’s satisfied, already feeling relieved. The leather cover feels familiar in his hands, the texture welcoming him back. He opens the cover, his heart clenching at the inscription on the endsheet.

"For KIM HANEUL: if you ever need any guidance… CHOI JONGHO"

He was stupid.

He flips the first few pages, finding her first mark on the book. Jongho knows her annotations better than the text they’re in, but the blue ink still strikes him. On the first page, she had underlined one word: connection. What it had meant to her, he’s not sure. He wishes he could ask.

Jongho remembers her like she had died yesterday rather than over a year ago. He can picture her now, dozing on his bed with this exact book over her face, blocking out the sunlight. She always took naps here, on top of the covers, insistent that this time she wouldn’t fall asleep. Her pens would always roll out of her hands, falling onto the ground and clattering in that terrible plastic-y way that always reminded Jongho of lecture halls and final exams.

He would watch her sleep, even if that’s a little creepy. He would watch her breathing, counting her respirations, even. He would watch her fingers twitch in her sleep. He would shut the blinds as tight as he could before lifting the book off of her face, setting it on her nightstand. He would cover her with a blanket he kept in his closet for this exact occasion, so that he didn’t have to pull any out from under her.

His stomach rolls as he looks at his bed, the covers undisturbed. He hadn’t taken that blanket out of his closet since the last time he folded and placed it there. He couldn’t bear to look under his bed in case a stray pen still lingered.

Jongho doesn’t hold a grudge against Hongjoong or even Seonghwa. He knows that they had to do it, had to kill her. He couldn’t have been him if she had always been here. And… clearly (Y/n) is the one most at fault. She took Haneul’s spot. If Hongjoong had never found her, never stalked her and decided that he had made a mistake (or, rather, that the Guardians had guided him wrong), Haneul would probably still be alive.

Or, maybe not. But what Jongho doesn’t understand won’t keep him awake at night.

What will is the remembrance of her touch, the way that she laughed with her whole body, and the fact that she only brushed her teeth with bubblegum toothpaste. The late nights and the special requests on town outings and the books that she read and the role that she was perfectly willing to fulfill.

What would be if she was still here? Would the Sign be here already? Would the Guardians be gone? Does Jongho even believe in that bullshit? He has no fucking clue.

All he knows is that he loves Hongjoong. He worships him, praises him, accepts him as his God. Though he’s not scared of him and doesn’t particularly respect him as a man… Yeah. He knows that none of it makes sense. But it does to him.

When he’s sure that he’s backed away from the precipice of his panic attack, he sets the book back down onto the nightstand, taking care to drop it gently.

It’s unlike him to panic after killing, but it’s not unlike him to have the occasional hallucination. He just simply hadn’t been expecting the two to converge. That would be enough to send anyone into a spiral, right?

Whatever validation he’s looking for, Jongho doesn’t get it. He glances around his bedroom once more, as if expecting Hanuel to walk in through the door at any second. Maybe he is.

He turns back into the bathroom, walking with a purpose to turn the shower on. He finishes undressing and hops in, not waiting for the water to warm up.

A small part of him wonders what San walked into when he returned to his own apartment as he starts scrubbing at his skin once more. Had (Y/n) been awake? Hah, wouldn’t that have just been the event of the evening? Jongho hopes that she was awake, that she saw his bloodied clothes and sullied hands. He hopes that she’ll see San for what he is. Maybe that could get her scared enough to run again? Scared enough to take him up on his offer?

How he would love to catch her in the fields. To play a little game of cat and mouse, to hear her shrieks as his hands landed on her. How lovely would it be to wrestle her to the ground, to wrap his hands around her throat and apply his body weight. How sweet to feel her hands claw at him, to have her nails scratch his face and draw blood. How intoxicating to watch as her face became redder and redder until it went pale, to watch her eyes go from full of life to rolled back away into her skull.

And he wouldn’t let go, no. He would stay there until he was sure that she was dead, not an inkling of life remaining in her. Assuming she has no special training, she should be dead within seven minutes. He could sit there for seven minutes. Gladly. He would enjoy every second of it.

Would he feel better after killing her? He’s not entirely sure. But that’s not the point, anyways.

So he hopes that (Y/n) was awake. He hopes that San has to make up some shit cover on the spot and fails.

…But that’s unlikely and Jongho knows it. It’s quite late at night, and there’s not really much that she could’ve been doing to keep herself entertained.

And, per Hongjoong’s orders, he obviously can’t touch her.

No matter how bad it gets, no matter how angry he is or how badly he wants her to hurt like he did… it can’t happen. He can’t let himself lose control with her. All he can do is wait. And hope. That Hongjoong casts her aside like he cast away Haneul. If that happens, surely he would let Jongho have his way, right?

After everything, he owes him that mercy.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Hongjoong had Seonghwa kill Haneul.

He never would’ve asked Jongho to do it himself. Though, typically, that was the sort of thing that he did.

Hongjoong honestly hadn’t had a particular reason to kill her. He just… didn’t think she belonged, anymore. She was loyal to him, but… it felt that she was more loyal to Jongho. And, for that, she had to be punished. The devotion between lovers is strong, Hongjoong knows that, but he felt that, without Jongho, Haneul would leave.

He had to be sure that the opposite wasn’t true as well. He needed a dependent Jongho. He needed a loyal Jongho. He needed a cruel Jongho; he needed a motivated Jongho. He was sure that this would get him there.

Of course, there was also the issue of (Y/n). She was clearly the one. And there couldn’t be two of ‘the one,’ now could there?

When he had marked Haneul for ascension, Jongho’s jaw had dropped. There was a disbelief that Hongjoong thinks he held until the moment she was in (on?) the ground. He didn’t seem to process any of it; nothing past the original announcement.

Hongjoong had expected begging. He had expected pleading. But he didn’t get it. He watched as Jongho and Haneul spent their last days together, an air of freedom about the two of them that he hadn’t anticipated. They seemed happy enough.

Though he doesn’t completely understand the whims and desires and emotions of love, he thought he understood why they acted the way that they did. Haneul was devoted to the Answer, she was happy to be chosen to ascend, even if that wasn’t what had originally been planned for her. Jongho was happy that she was happy. He wanted her last days on earth to be the best that he could be, so he wouldn’t let her see his pain. Hongjoong supposed that it made sense.

The day of her death, Hongjoong had expected a snap.

One didn’t come, though. Seonghwa delivered the news to Jongho, the finality that she was gone. He didn’t ask to see her body. He just nodded his head and excused himself from the room. Hongjoong still wonders what he did when he left, wonders if he wept and asked a different God how this could happen.

He doesn’t think so. Jongho had never wavered in his loyalty, not even for a moment.

And for that, he was rewarded. With his free reign. Jongho essentially gets to do anything that he wants without threat of repercussion, something that no one else enjoys the privilege of. Part of it is the fact that Jongho is like himself, but the devotion is also quite reassuring.

Jongho could easily manipulate his own group of people into clinging onto his every word, and yet he doesn’t. Instead, he follows Hongjoong and does his bidding. Isn’t that just sweet? Just darling? You kill a man’s love and he becomes nothing but devoted to you.

Hongjoong’s sure that isn’t the case for everyone, but it sure is convenient that whatever is fucked in Jongho’s head also made him fucked in that regard as well.

One thing Hongjoong hadn’t been counting on was Jongho’s attitude toward Hanuel’s successor. It annoys him, honestly, the fact that he didn’t foresee the emotions that Jongho would harbor for (Y/n). Emotions. Ugh. Anger is one that he gets, the desire for revenge and the sadism especially, but he can’t very easily predict other people’s emotions. A disgruntling fact.

Jongho’s hatred for (Y/n) throws a wrench in the works. As sure Hongjoong is that Jongho is completely under his control… he knows what it’s like to be angry enough to kill. He knows what the desire for revenge can do to a person like them. He’s not sure that he could stop Jongho if (Y/n) were to set him off completely one day.

And that’s a threat. A threat to everything. He can’t lose either one of them, and yet it seems less and less likely that they’ll be able to peacefully coexist.

A problem for later, frankly. While losing Jongho would be inconvenient, losing (Y/n) would be a disaster. He knows who he would pick if it came down to it.

But it won’t. Surely, it won’t.

Jongho listens like the pet he is.

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#ateez #i dont think i will every be ok after this #jongho the man that you are #he would kill me #and that owuld be ok #someone sedate me #meemaw going crazy

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nct as roommates 🙏🙏🙏🙏 please 🙏🙏🙏

i will get back to you after three to four months of maladaptive dreaming! but to conserve my mental health i might have to do units so POLL TIME

#help me choose thanks #i cant do it myself #meemaw cant choose #nct reactions #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #its like choosing the tributes for the hunger games except its just mark

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i am going to roll this man into a ball and eat him alive hes so cute

JONGHO | 230215 (cr.)

#hes so babygirl #my bestie #i am so delusional #he is everythingt o em #im so emoitonal

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ateez as vampires (maknae line)

side note: you can find the hyung line ver here (again, i preface that this is not the sexy kind of vampire. these are loser vampires.)

San:

I am aware of his status as ‘most-likely-to-be-sexy-supernatural’, but something about him screams average suburban vampire. Your local blood sucking ghoul. I can see him smiling and accidentally scaring a child because he showed his fangs. Putting his blood bags into a yeti cup so he can take it to his favourite spot at the park. Learning how to cook to give his friends nice meals. That being said I can see him using his powers to play pranks on people, like stealing the toilet paper in a train station stall; or tying people’s shoelaces together.

Wooyoung:

Idiot stupid dummy vampire. Smudged eyeliner and oversized leather jacket, and probably tells people openly that he is a vampire. I feel like he’d give his pals piercings by biting on their ear, and charge them $5 for it. Gotta make a living somehow. When you watch twilight with him, he thinks its cool to point out every inaccuracy, as though you care at all. Goes to the club and follows creepy men home to drink their blood; and then walks out on the street with blood on his face like ‘happy Halloween!’ Baby it’s march

Mingi:

Probably scared that he will scare anyone for any reason at any time. Looks like he would strangle a baby if it tried to look at him, but in reality he has a collection of dried pressed flowers in a book. Super gentle but suck with the face of a warlord with a kill count in the six digits. Whimsical and inviting in nature. Writes poetry about the human condition and is too embarrassed to publish it anywhere.

Jongho:

Out of all the ateez members, I’d say that Jongho is the most vampire-like normally; he dresses like one, and has that thousand yard-stare. Cue the scene in the show where he’s like “i’m a thousand years old”, and the girl is like but you look so young! It’s because he moisturises, babe. Has seen so much shit in his day to day life that he retains an unmovable sense of nonchalance. You could set him on fire and he would be like oh the third time this week get the fire extinguisher will you.

#ateez #vampire ateez #ateez imagines #ateez vampire au #ateez au #san #choi san #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #song mingi #mingi #jongho #choi jongho #meemaw is updating her blog again...#meemaw loves jongho #kpop writing

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we need a part two to the fratboy reaction thing you wrote i cried laughing ajfjahahjaka

(tosses this post like i throw bread at stray birds) there's your meal for the year

NCT 2022 as your final school presentation partner

side note: since i am the principal at this uni/college/higher education establishment I have decided that this will be for an english presentation. also i do realise that this does not count as a part two but dont worry i might do one in about seven years time!

Johnny: You stare holes into his laptop from across the lecture hall once your partner is announced. He thinks you’re just curious about what he’s watching, and turns the screen to reveal a custom car parts video. Despite your initial apprehension-and failing to convince your professor to change partners, he is a fairly decent partner (he made the google doc) and contributes his fair share (he offered to do most of the talking). Shows up 20 minutes late to the actual class absolutely hammered but takes it like a champ. 6/10, thanks for making the google doc, mate.

Taeil: Everything is fine until he tells you that he can't work in the campus library- he HAS to be in his dorm room. You nod along, already mentally reminding yourself to bring pepper spray in case you enter his room and there are star wars posters. Definitely INSISTS on playing music, and sings to it like his life depends on it. Like no babe, your life depends on these slides you're neglecting. Turns the script into a song to memorise it faster, and you can't believe it actually helped the both of you. No star wars posters, so the pepper spray was left untouched, 8/10, ♫ Good moooooorning everyoooooone today we will be discusssssing Littleee woomeeeeeen♫

Taeyong: For a party guy, he’s super nice and willing to do the work- it’s just that he has a horde of friends that tail him everywhere. It’s not exactly productive to be in the library (quiet) with ten dudes chatting up a storm (not quite) two tables away. Offers to buy you coffee because he feels bad, so at least your wallet is happier than your ears. During the presentation, his bros are attentively taking notes and roar into applause when you conclude the presentation. 6/10 The chorus of “MY BRO IS SO SMART” is oddly sweet, and you are thankful one of them added on “AND YOU TOO LADY” Because yeah, you too lady!

Yuta: Offers you a 100 dollar note to finish it by yourself, and when you decline he’s like ‘oh ok i’ll do it then’. You thought about changing your career goals to becoming a cultural negotiator, because that was easy. Does the absolute bare minimum, and flirts with you the entire time- shoes up on the library table and all. But it’s not all that bad, because he teaches you how to accessorize and shows you his cool tattoo. During the presentation you looked scared and plain next to him, mostly because he was decked out in full leather and facial jewelry. 4/10, could’ve told you there was a dress code.

Kun: Lets you work at his nice apartment right outside of campus. How can he afford it? You don’t want to ask! Makes a plan on how to equally divide the workload, always texts you updates on his slides, offers advice if you need it and is generally a fantastic partner. Once the presentation is over, he resumes his role in your life as the nice guy you look at from two rows below you. 10/10 next project you’ll try to be his friend. Next project…

Doyoung: ACADEMIC WEAPON. Mate, you don’t even see this guy. He just randomly emails you a utterly phenomenal proposal for the project, you reply “this is great! When are you free to work on it?” He just attached the finished thing. It’s bulletproof, with great analyzes, and even has potential questions + answers for you to review. You meet for the first time AT the presentation, and when you ask him why he just did everything, he stone-faced replies: “I’m very passionate about metaphors.” 8/10 You were also very passionate about them, but clearly not as much as he was.

Ten: On his phone when your group was assigned; so you decide to approach him. Which was your first mistake, because once you enter a ten meter radius of him you begin sweating- and you’re only mildly offended asks who you are. You two work in his friend’s tattoo studio (why does his friend have a tattoo studio), and he will doodle up designs for you unprompted. You are 1) impressed at how good he is at drawing 2) forgetting that THERE IS A PROJECT FOCUS BITCH. 4/10 you failed, but got a sick tattoo that’s better than Yuta’s.

Jaehyun: In shows, the jock is usually an idiot until the last moment, where he magically develops super smart sense and aces the project. Not Jaehyun though, he’s a fucking moron. At some point, you just have to tell to shut up; he’s a good partner until he opens his mouth. Hey, at least his face is nice to look at, and you know who to call if you need someone’s head knocked in. 6/10 What do you mean you don’t know what a proposition is? You’re taking an ENGLISH DEGREE!

Winwin: Will be twenty minutes late. Will also bring his roommate’s dog over, which you don’t know if you’re thankful for or not. You two will interact with the social aptitude of two underdeveloped microorganisms; and he will combust if you look at him for more than a second. Not in the flustered, more in the apathetic introverted way. 4/10, you had never been so silent in your entire schooling years.

Jungwoo: Lovely boy, thank the stars you got partnered with him and not Jaehyun. The only disconcerting thing about him is that he has to type lying on his belly with his feet kicking in the air. But fuck it! You join him, and suddenly you two are middle school girls gossiping about academic essays. You both spend more time decorating the slides than finding information. 10/10 You do think that he is your long lost other half.

Mark: Despite this being a completely professional situation; with no romance and barely even any possibility for friendship, he still manages to have zero rizz. Zero Academic Rizz, as one might call it. But when he’s not embarrassing himself by stuttering eight times in five words, he gives you decent feedback and is surprisingly emotionally intelligent for being a man. Brought you a half-melted chocolate bar before the presentation because the day before you complained about cramps. 9/10 You go, Mark! Even if you mispronounced ‘theoretically’ in front of the theory teacher!

Xiaojun: Right there alongside Taeil with the massive inclination to sing his heart out. I do imagine that he is also studying musical theatre, so god bless your heart. Do you know how distracting it is to hear phantom of the opera while you study catcher in the rye? To be fair, he also lets you occasionally listen to Nicki Minaj, which he turns into melodic opera. 2/10, he ended the presentation with ♫anyyyyyyyyy quueeeeeeeeestions♫ and you wanted to die.

Hendery: Goofy (derogatory) Silly (insultingly) Despite not knowing him before this presentation, you forcibly grew so close with him in the span of a week that you began smacking him with your laptop every time he went on a tangent. Even if you had screaming matches outside the library (you got kicked out), you two still managed to make an outstanding social commentary within the amazing world of gumball. 10/10, he got yelled at for dancing while the professor asked her question.

Renjun: He regards you the same way you regard your friend’s 13 year old, freshly intellectually sentient sibling. Is definitely more interested in texting his friends than talking to you, but you like it that way (you think to yourself spitefully). You purposely don't decorate his slides, but his script is so good that the professor doesn't even notice it. 1/10, the one point is for when he told you that you formatted your script wrong.

Jeno: Asks if you can come to the gym and work with him there. At first you say no, but it seems like his schedule is severely booked, and you finally relent. It sort of looks like you are his secretary, with your laptop in your hands, typing the words his grunts out between sets. All things considered, he knows alot about the topic without having to reference anything. The project is finished within three sessions, and you are forced to do some exercise 3/3 times. 8/10, the smell of sweat is horrendous, but he makes a pretty good personal trainer. One more! One more! You got this!!

Haechan: You both didn’t get anything done. Not for the lack of effort, but for the sheer amount of banter. And fighting. Lots of fighting- but your favourite colours are opposites, how were you meant to find the best slide background? The project’s pushed to the night before, and the two of you spend 5 hours straight at a McDonalds, drinking copious amounts of coke zero and ignoring the minimum wage workers trying to tell you that you shouldn’t order any more fries. 2/10, he threw said fries at you and the salt lodged itself in your keyboard.

Jaemin: Neither of you want to do the work, so he finds an existing presentation on the topic and you just… steal it. When the professor confronts you both about the obvious plagiarism, Jamein induces WW2 mental warfare to psychologically manipulate the professor into thinking she’s crazy, and that she was being unprofessional by assuming her students couldn’t produce a high quality of work. 10/10 After the presentation, Jaemin whispered to you: “Victory by any means necessary.”

Yangyang: Imagine this, 3AM, two students sitting at the library with drained faces, staring at a blank laptop screen. That’s what working with yangyang is like. Since both of you were procrastination-fueled learners, there was nothing to do but wait until the dreadful deadline approached and suddenly, you both would turn into geniuses. You moved for the first time in an hour when he offered to drive to burger king. 5/10 BURGER KING! The idea of a whopper ignites your ability to start the slides.

Shotaro: Like Jungwoo, is a pleasure to work with, even if he is a little unremarkable. That being said, both of you had no idea how to answer one of the questions, and the two of you just exchanged concerned glances until the professor answered it for you. 5/10, both of you went to starbucks after to freak out and celebrate simultaneously.

Sungchan (I REALISED I SPELT HIM NAME WRON GIN THE OTHER POST OMG IM SO SORRY GIRL): This dude probably refuses to do work until you threaten him with either physical or mental torture (your choice, artistic interpretation) and he makes an extra effort to press each key as loudly as he can with a typing speed of half a word per minute. 2/10 During the actual presentation you two can’t stop from fighting to the point that the professor has to split you two apart.

Chenle: You kill him. 0/10. Smack him over the head, and he still maintains the bratty disposition. He is the test sent by God, and one you cannot pass.

Jisung: Would be super nice to work with, but surrounded by his upperclassmen, harassing him for no reason other than their preconceived role in his life. But it’s cool, because you have noise-cancelling earbuds, and also because it’s sort of funny to watch him whine and complain. When you can actually work alone, you find that he has to refill his americano at least three times per session. 6/10 Whether his hands shaking was from nerves, or a lethal caffeine overdose, you’ll never know.

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ateez as vampires (hyung line)

side note: this is not a sexy-blood dripping down chin interpretation (as much as I wish it was) might do the maknae line if i dont forget this acc exists

HONGJOONG:

The kind that has tried every lasting occupation known to man. He was probably an oil paint portrait artist whenever those were a thing, a philosopher and then a nursery daycare teacher all in the span of fifty years. Any form of vampirism takes a backseat to his colourful portfolio, and I firmly believe he is currently a haute couture designer for vintage pieces; and only drinks the blood of people who refuse to ethically source their leather and furs. The image of him living in some apartment in Paris smoking a cigarette (that has a hole in it because of his fangs) is perfect to me.

SEONGHWA:

The brooding, edward cullen type. I’m talking; hand perpetually covering ¾ of his face, avoiding sunlight at all costs, falls in love with some pale girl kind of edward cullen. He has to move every ten years because all the women feel like cougars when they go after him despite him being at least double their age. He lives in some dusty cob-webbed mansion in the forest during the weekends but his real house is a small flat and he’s best friends with his elder neighbour who he has dinner with sometimes. Wears contacts to cover his eye colour but it's not strong enough so people think he’s always wearing red Halloween contacts.

YUNHO :

Newly turned vampire who just wants to go back to his normal life. Has trouble controlling his cravings and tries to drink a gallon of tomato juice because that's what google told him to do. He got violently sick and now just sticks to blood bags. Doesn’t understand why he’s always surrounded by crows and black cats (he is a dog person) but is very thankful to have so many furry friends. Definitely the type to accidentally show his strength by breaking the football goal net, or accidentally shaking someone’s hand very tightly because he was excited. People thought he was a werewolf, honestly.

YEOSANG:

Sitting on a chaise lounge, monotonously sipping on a glass of blood while wearing eyeliner. That’s sort of the image I get when thinking of him. Something very high class and untouchable that demands respect from his peers. But at the same time he’s only pretending to read The Art of War, and is using it to cover his copy of some trashy romance novel he’s actually reading. Secretly really wants the modern human experience, but is too attached to the concept of velvet couches to really let go. I can see him pointing towards any form of fast food and saying “What... desperate concoction is that?” While grimacing (he really wants to try it)

#ateez #ateez vampire au #vampire ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yeosang #yunho #ateez imagines #kpopfic #ateez non idol au #i havent posted here in almsot a year hahaha

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nct 2021 and how they would react to you throwing up in a frat party bathroom

side note: this is loosely based on that frat guy’s tiktok bc it made me shit my pants laughing so hard

Johnny: Would ask you if you were okay, and if you said no he’d offer to get you a red cup filled with water.As you drank it, he’d probably ask you about how much you drank, and subtly judge you for being a lightweight. Afterwards, he’d ask the first person he saw to take care of you instead. 4/10, you think he was definitely one of the party hosts.

Taeil: Scream first, ask later. Immediately feels bad for scaring you afterwards, and sits cross-legged on the disgusting toilet floor to hold back your hair. If you have short hair, he would just awkwardly have a hand on your shoulder while he told you it’ll be okay, and where your friends were. What started as a terrible encounter actually left you feeling better. 8/10.

Taeyong: Stand frigidly at the door because he just wanted to wash his hands. After some time, his presence bugs you more than the puke coming out your nostrils, so you try to ask him if HE’S okay, but end up throwing up halfway through. He comes to his senses and asks you if you’re okay, and offers to help you to your car. You decline. 5/10, you felt sort of bad, and he tried.

Yuta: Thinks you’re just drunk, so he laughs at you until he realises you’re actually sick. Apologises and pulls out a tin of mints from his back pocket to give you. Leans against the toilet wall and teaches you a bunch of breathing techniques to stop the nausea. When you’re feeling better and ask him how you knew all of this, he claimed his friends had a habit of getting wasted. After leaving the toilet together he disappears into the crowd and you never see him again. 10/10, you think it was an apparition of Jesus that saved you.

Kun: The moment he sees you deflated over the bowl he lunges into that bathroom with the power of a man with maternal instinct developed against his will. Asks you what you drank/ eaten, if you have allergies, if you were hanging out with dodgy men- everything. Once he’s gotten an entire college report on your wellbeing he gets you some water and wipes your face for you. He helps you out of the bathroom and takes you outside for some fresh air while he calls you a cab. 10/10, you spend the rest of the week trying to figure who this magic man was.

Doyoung: Opens the door, sees you there and instinctively shuts the door. After a few seconds he comes back in to ask if you need any help, even though it sounds a little disgusted. Not wanting to bother him, you tell him you’re fine and writhe in misery. You don’t see him again until a lecture next week where you find out he’s the guy who sits next to you and lends you his pens. He doesn’t recognise you from the party and now you sit there with the thought that mr. straight-A-nice-guy has seen you at your worst. 2/10.

Ten: Is the person Johnny sent to check up on you. You get your third “Wow, you look like shit” of the night, and almost want to punch him in the face. But he’s surprisingly patient, and takes it upon himself to shoo away anyone who tries to come into the bathroom. Even has water and little mints like he was prepared for this. He sits on the sink and watches you throw up your entire soul and essence, and claps for you once you say you think you’re done. The next morning you bump into him and he’s like “oh my god this is what you look like without the running makeup?” and you decide that you will haunt him when you inevitably die of embarrassment. 7/10, he fixed your eyeliner before you left.

Jaehyun: Offers a “You…good?” and regardless of your answer he leaves anyway. When you get back to the party with another drink, he cautiously approaches you to take it off your hands, and no matter how much you try to complain to your friends about it, they say you should feel lucky because of how hot he was. 0/10. You’ll kill him.

Winwin: He seems like the kind of guy who doesn’t go to the bathroom at parties. Like, the ‘i’ll just wait until I get home’ sort. But if he saw you looking unwell he’d ask one of your friends to make sure you didn’t drink too much. The next day he would keep a lookout for you in any of his lectures to make sure you got home alright that night. If you looked particularly worse for wear, he’d give you an energy drink on your desk, claiming he ‘bought too many’. 9/10, spared you the embarrassment and was a good sport about it.

Jungwoo: An impressed sort of “Woahhhh.” because he’s never actually seen someone throwing up at a party before. After another dry heave from you he offers to call you a cab, and you say you’re fine. Of course he doesn’t believe it, and stays in the bathroom until you’re either fine to leave, or get so sick he calls that cab for you anyways. You apologise to him for ruining his night but he insists that it’s okay, and gives you a really adorable smile. 7/10, definitely tells his friends that he did a good deed after you’ve left.

Lucas: There’s something oddly comforting about a frat boy freaking out over you throwing up. Granted, you could not tell if it was over how you were lying down on the rancid floor or your actual state, but either way, you appreciated his concern. Made sure you got back to your friends safely. 5/10, i would say this is standard procedure.

Mark: Panics the most of anyone on this list. Like, completely loses his shit trying to find a way to help you. Almost trips on your discarded shoes, drops his phone, the whole nine. It gets to a point where you stop throwing up just to calm him down. In a reverse psychology sort of way, it was him freaking out that helped you feel better. You two spend the next 20 minutes sitting on the floor asking the other person if they’re okay and also how his friends were all drunk. He insists he’s fine, but his palms are still sweaty and his ears are still red. 8/10, strangely endearing, and ultimately helpful.

Xiaojun: Is also on the verge of throwing up. Ran to the first bathroom available only to see that you’d also been sick and had forgotten to lock the door (rookie mistake). He barely manages to shut the door before the sound of puking makes him sick, and the two of you are stationed on opposite sides of the bathroom. Ten minutes later you’re both just silently gargling water side by side at the sink, not daring to even look each other in the eye. When you two left, your friends asked you what happened, and if you had hooked up with the other guy who had sneaked off. Not wanting to relive the traumatic duo-throw up experience you just had, you just meekly agree and carry on with your life. 1/10, now your friends giggle and catcall him whenever you walk by each other. You don’t have the heart to tell him why.

Hendery: Same as Jungwoo, just sort of marvels at the core memory you’re currently experiencing. Debates taking a selfie with you in the background, but he considers the moral repercussions of doing so and decides to help instead. For some reason he starts by introducing himself rather than asking if you’re okay, and even asks for your name. You obviously cannot answer, so he just hands you the water bottle he’s holding instead. Asks if you want him to chill here while you ride it out, and he is still met with no answer, so he stays. Talks to you about his day and the things he’s seen at the party, and is a surprisingly good storyteller. When you’re done he sticks with you and continues talking to you for the next hour until your friends come to take you back from the stranger bothering you. 7/10, made a new friend.

Renjun: Apologises for intruding and closes the door. Then, you’re left alone until twenty minutes later when he comes back, really needing to use the bathroom. Clearly, you’re not done, and he then creates this system where every three minutes he barges in to see if you’re done. Even when he’s used the bathroom upstairs, he still checks if you’re still in there. At some point he gets you some ibuprofen and a can of seltzer water as a peace offering. 5/10, felt like an emotionally distant father coming to your graduation.

Jeno: Asks if you want anything, and when you respond that you want the sweet release of death, he crouches next to you and asks if everything is okay at home. Cue a mortified look from you as you realised that the man next to you did not understand sarcasm, which happened to be your only form of communication. He then refuses to leave the bathroom, and insists on talking about what plagues you in your life, even when you’re better and want to get back to your friends. He trails behind you like a puppy, making sure that your friends were nice and that you had a good support system. From then on whenever he sees you on campus he asks about how things are for you. 8/10, (strangest) nicest frat boy you’ve ever seen.

Haechan: Also drunk, and comes into the bathroom crying over something. You knew him from a few mutual friends, so you balance throwing up and comforting him. He sits right next to the toilet while you pat his shoulder, and he complains about life. Once you’re done and washing up he’s still sitting there, and compliments you on your outfit and hair, in that sort of drunk-girl-in-bathroom way. He drags you to his friend circle, saying that you’re the miracle girl who solved all his problems, clinging onto your arm like a koala. 4/10, each of his friends looked at you with pity in their eyes.

Jaemin: Thinks you’re Haechan, and enters the bathroom with loud, maniacal laughter. I’m talking about the most forced, villainous cackle you thought only your evil aunt was capable of. You stop puking just to turn around and give him the stank eye, to which he drops the smile and stares at you like a living corpse. He then turns around in a full 180 degree spin and saunters off without closing the door or an apology. When you try finding him later, he’s nowhere to be seen. If Yuta was the apparition of Jesus, Jaemin was a petty imp. 1/10, you felt like staying off alcohol for the rest of your life.

Yangyang: Texts Ten on how to help you, and he gets an angry phone call on how “It’s not my job to help drunk girls! Google exists!” But tells him how to help anyway. He’s a little awkward with you, rushing in and out of the bathroom with things like water and ibuprofen, all the while asking if he could do anything else to help you. He even offers his shoes, noticing the blisters on your feet from the heels you were wearing, and goes through the rest of the party bare-footed. When you go to return his shoes the next day, he’s an absolute mess, red-faced and spluttering the whole time. 9/10, his effort made you believe that sometimes men were ok.

Shotaro: No idea what to do. Does he call someone? Ends up standing there until you’ve realised he’s there, and at that point you’re feeling much better. You wash up and quickly leave the bathroom, apologising to him for holding it up. He tries to tell you it’s okay, but he’s too late and ends up feeling a little bummed out. If he sees you again, he’ll definitely say sorry. 3/10, poor guy.

Shungchan: Does not see you because he came into the bathroom looking at his phone. When he looks up he’s like “when the fuck did you get here” and you’re like how??? Did you not see me??? Definitely wonders what on earth you drank to get so wasted, but is afraid that you’ll puke on him if you say something rude, so he just wishes you the best and leaves you alone. 0/10, felt like another emotionally distant father and reminded you that you needed to call him sooner or later.

Chenle: Was wandering around when you ran past him, drinking spilling everywhere and green in the face. Wondering what the drama was, he sort of followed you until he came across the opened toilet door and you were absolutely unloading today’s lunch into a sink. At first he was sort of disappointed that you weren’t running to beat up a cheating boyfriend, but he still felt bad and asked if you were alright. Definitely went to ask Kun to come help you since he had no idea what he was doing, and from then on you were taken care of. 6/10, I would call him nosy but this is exactly what I would do, so…

Jisung: No idea what to do, tries to make it so you never saw him in the bathroom, and manages to just go back without alerting you to his presence. Everything was going well until he bumped into you a few days later and asked if you were feeling better since the party. You ask him how he knew, and he accidentally reveals that he was there. You stare in shock and ask why he didn’t even ask if you were okay, to which he has no response to. 2/10, for both the experience and the amount of times he almost cried during the interaction.

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