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diarylogbook08 · 29 days ago

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🎭 Enough (Ateez Scenario)

Pairing: San x reader | AU Type: Fluff / Angst

W.C: ~1.4k words

Requested : nope, but requests are opens ofc ^°^ click here to send yours. Please make sure to check the 📜 Shipboard Code of Conduct section from my masterlist for my major no-go themes list. With kindness and love 🫶

Tag list : @miracle-sol

Summary: You carry old scars from relationships or family who labeled you as “too much,” “too complicated,” or “unlovable.” A little voice whispers that San, your boyfriend, will get tired of you too...

The day had been slow, unhurried—one of those rare Saturdays where the rest of the world seemed to forget you existed. Outside, the city hummed with life, but here, wrapped in San's too-big hoodie, that smells faintly of laundry detergent and cedarwood, and nestled into the worn cushions of his couch, you felt like a ghost drifting through something soft and unreal.

Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the broad living-room window of San’s apartment, painting warm, golden stripes across your spot on the sofa. You were tucked into the corner, the paperback in your hands scarred at the spine as your fingertip traced its embossed title. But the words on the page blurred: your thoughts had been drifting for days, tumbling toward the question you’d been too afraid to ask.

For days now, you’d been carrying that same knot in your chest—an ache that thrummed beneath every laugh, every breath. You’d practiced hiding it, slipping on your gentlest smile for friends, texting excuses when the world felt too sharp. But with San it was different: here, lying in his oversized hoodie that swallowed you whole, you could feel the edges of your armor crumple.

San sat beside you, his long legs stretched out, one arm lazily slung across the back of the couch. His phone rested face-down on the coffee table, ignored for the past hour. The muted sound of a lo-fi playlist crackled from the record player in the corner, the melody barely loud enough to cover the sound of your breath hitching in your chest.

You were quiet. Too quiet.

San had noticed.

He didn’t say anything, though. He never pushed. Not with you. Not when your silences were less about stubbornness and more about survival. He only glanced at you now and then, thumb rubbing absent circles against your thighs, letting you decide if or when you'd speak.

Your heart has been too loud today. Thoughts too cluttered. That old, familiar heaviness settled into your chest the moment you woke up, and it’s only grown with each passing hour. The smile you’ve worn all day was starting to crack.

You swallow, fingers tugging at the edge of your sleeve. San hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s been warm, gentle, thoughtful as always. It’s not him.

It was you.

The voice in your mind—that cruel, quiet one that you thought you’d buried—whispering:

He’s going to get tired of you.

You blinked hard. Tried to breathe. Tried to chase it away. But it returned, sharper now.

You’re exhausting. Too much. He’s just too kind to say it.

Your chest tightened. You curled your legs closer, tried to vanish inside the fabric of his hoodie, tried to pretend you’re not right back in that place.

San looked at you, concern softening his eyes. You swallowed, tugged at your sleeve.

You tried to smile. But failed. You forced yourself to meet his gaze anyway. The words get stuck somewhere between your lungs and your throat. The words wedged in your throat burned too hot to hold back.

You weren’t sure what made the words finally come out. Maybe it was the weight of the week, maybe it was the way he looked at you like you were made of glass but never fragile. Or maybe it was just the way you loved him—deeply, too deeply—and how that love made everything feel like it could shatter if you breathed too loudly.

So you said it. Quietly. Like a confession more than a question.

"Do you think I'm too much?"

The question hovered heavily in the hair between you, like a fragile crystal.

San's arm went still. He turned to you slowly, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. He gave a soft frown that told you he stepped into serious mode, uncertainty flickering across his face. "What?"

You looked down at the couch’s seam, voice barely a whisper. "Just... too much. Too emotional. Too sensitive. Too intense. I don’t know. Just... too....everything."

He reached for your hand and pulled you gently into his lap, settling you sideways across him like you were weightless. He drew you into a gentle hug, one arm cradled your head; the other rested on your waist, drawing you as close as possible.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair, voice steady.

You lifted your head, blinking back the sudden rush of tears. “San—”

He silenced you with a finger pressed lightly to your lips. “I love every part of you,” he said. Then he pulled back just enough to cup your face in both hands. His thumbs brushed away the tears you’d been too stubborn to blink back.

"Y/N," he said, voice low. Steady. "You’re not too much. You’re everything, you're enough."

You scoffed, trying to look away, but his hand cradled your jaw, grounding you.

"No, listen to me. I mean it."

He leaned in close, his forehead resting against yours. His breath smelled like cinnamon and honey from the tea you'd made earlier.

"You think I don’t know how deep you feel? That I haven’t watched you cry during animated movies or get overwhelmed in crowds or worry about hurting someone with the wrong word? You think I haven’t seen you love people who don’t always deserve it?"

You blinked back tears. San’s eyes didn’t waver.

"That’s not too much," he whispered. "That’s beautiful. It’s you. And I’m lucky to witness it."

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Your breath hitched.

Tears started to slide down your cheek before you realized it. San gently stroked them away with his thumb. You try to speak, but he beats you to it, voice calm and still steady:

“You want to know what I see?”

You nod, shakily.

“I see someone who feels deeply. Who cares with every cell in their body. Who cries when sad or just overwhelmed by the beauty of something. You leave sticky notes with compliments on the fridge. You send texts at 2AM reminding your friends that they matter. That’s not ‘too much. You want to know what too much is? It’s a world that keeps trying to make you smaller so it can feel more comfortable. It’s people who punish you for feeling more than they do. That’s what’s too much. Not you. Never you."

You buried your face in his neck, sobbing quietly. San held you tighter.

"You’re not hard to love, Y/N. You’re just used to being loved wrong."

That shattered something inside you. Quietly, like a star dying somewhere out in the cosmos.

“You’re just… you. And that’s everything I’ve ever needed. And I love you 3001,” he said softly. Not in that casual way he slipped it into everyday conversation, but in a voice so tender it made something unclench inside you.

He said nothing else. He didn’t need to. His arms around you were answer enough.

You peeked up through your lashes, uncertain if you should believe him. “But… does that include all of this? My anxiety, my tears, my everything?”

He cupped your face with both hands now, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against your cheekbones. “I love every single part of you,” he began, eyes warm. “I love your laugh—especially when you start snorting because you don’t know how to stop. I love how your hands shake when you’re excited or nervous; it’s like you’re experiencing every feeling at its deepest point.”

He paused, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. “I love how deeply you care for your friends, always putting them before yourself, even when you’re running on empty. I love how you talk to yourself when you're anxious, your voice soft and low, like you’re weaving magic for just you to hear.”

Your chest clenched, and you let your body sag against his. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I just… sometimes I wish I could be quieter.”

He shook his head. “I would miss you.” Then he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “God, I would miss you more than anything.”

You exhaled, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. “I’m scared—scared I’ll drive you away someday.”

San’s arms tightened around you. “I’m not going anywhere, never.”

You stayed in his arms a while, he didn't move if you didn't feel like it or wanted it. He was there and it was all you needed.

You stayed in his arms, letting the hush wrap around you. San didn’t try to fix you or offer answers—he simply stayed. And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself believe that maybe—just maybe—you were not too much.

You were just enough.

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🖤 Special Birthday Tribute to San 🖤

In celebration of San’s birthday, here’s why he holds the top spot as my ultimate bias and what makes him so irreplaceable:

From that radiant, stage-filling smile to the authentic kindness he shows in quieter moments, San brings warmth into every performance and every fan’s heart. His dedication, energy, and genuine compassion remind me that it’s okay to embrace every feeling, chase every dream, and love without holding back.

He isn’t just an incredible performer—he’s a source of comfort when days feel heavy, a burst of inspiration when creativity lags, and a reason to smile (especially during those adorable snorty giggles!). San’s passion for his craft and his caring nature make me believe in first loves and feel connected even across distances.

So here’s to San—my ult bias, my guiding light, and the one whose presence brightens every corner of my world. May this year gift him as much joy as he’s given all of us!

Happy birthday, San! 💛✨

Thank you for reading !

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diarylogbook08 · 1 month ago

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🌈 Ateez as Dads - pt.2

Because y’all asked for it — and honestly, who can resist more ATEEZ dads content? The chaotic men you love are back, but this time navigating the wild, wonderful teenage years. ✨ You thought the toddler years were chaotic? Buckle up. The Pirate Kings have leveled up—dad edition. Now it’s all about teenage angst, school dances, weird TikTok trends, first crushes, and late-night existential talks. Let’s goooo.

Pairing : Ot8 Genre : fluff W.c : ~ 2,10 K Requested : Yes. You begged, I delivered. Let the chaos continues~ Warnings : Prepare for all the dad vibes — embarrassing, protective, clueless, and overflowing with love ! Taglist : @miracle-sol ; @tasmus Want to be in on all the next headcanons ?? The following dad-level drama? Or just any of my blog future updates ? Drop a comment or slide into my DMs — I promise only wholesome chaos and zero unsolicited life advice! 😎 Requests : OPEN ✨click here to send yours. Just a heads-up: I might gently pass on certain topics if they’re not my vibe. You can also check the 📜 Shipboard Code of Conduct section from my masterlist for my major no-go themes list.. Let’s keep this space positive and respectful ! 🫶 🫶

So, ready to see how your fave dads survive the teenage years? Let’s goooo~ (May the chaos starts!)

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✦ Hongjoong — The “Still Soft, Now Slightly More Chaotic Creative Dad”

Definitely lets his kid dye their hair neon blue or any color at 13 — as long as he gets to do the bleaching part. “Express yourself, babe.”

Gets deeply invested in their niche interests and probably attends a local con with them in full cosplay.

Buys them a guitar “just to see if it clicks.” It does. He cries about it.

Still proudly wearing glitter nail polish from their “spa night” 2 weeks ago.

Softly knocks on their door and leaves snacks when he senses “bad vibes.”

Overthinks everything but pretends to be chill: “No, I’m not nervous about you going to your first concert alone. I just happened to be in the area.”

Designs custom patches for their school jacket and acts like it’s nothing, but you catch him smiling like a proud dork.

Design clothes so they can be the coolest-looking kids at school.

🥰 First crush

Notices immediately — that dreamy look in their eyes? He’s seen that before (in the mirror, about you).

Doesn’t say anything — just starts designing a new “cool” outfit for them to wear the next day.

Pretends not to care, but is fully stalking their crush’s Instagram for red flags.

Will accidentally texts you “THEY LIKE SOMEONE!!!” in all caps. But you already know, you just act like you don't.

Definitely helps them write the perfect love confession letter—complete with pressed flowers and calligraphy.

💔 First heartbreak

Screams internally when they get their first heartbreak but handles it like a pro. Offers ice cream + vinyl listening night to talk about “heartache and healing.”

Clears out his entire day. They walk in back from school, he’s already got a blanket, tissues, and their favorite snacks waiting. “You think this is your villain origin story but I promise, this is your artist arc.”

Makes them a playlist titled “Songs To Cry In Your Room With Dignity.” Includes Prince, Mitski, and Kehlani.

Offers a “distraction project”: new art mural. Suggests painting as emotional release—next thing you know, the garage wall is a mural titled “Love Sucks.”

Gives the most poetic advice that somehow hits too deep: “Love is like glitter—messy, hard to clean, but always leaves a little sparkle behind.”

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✦ Seonghwa — The “Emotionally Intelligent, Deep-Feelings Dad”

Somehow still sees them as five years old. Holds their baby photos like sacred scrolls.

Knows when they’re lying before they even speak.

Offers genuine advice like, “You don’t have to have it all figured out.”

Buys journals for their thoughts and crystals for their “energy.”

Total “You can talk to me about anything” dad—and means it.

Gets emotional at every choir concert or science fair. Claps the loudest.

Will cry at their graduation. Will CRY.

Lowkey intimidating when someone breaks his kid’s heart, but all he says is “They’ll regret it eventually. Trust me.”

🥰 First crush

Knows before they say it. Smiles and just says to himself, “They better be kind.”

Gently brings up “the topic” over hot cocoa: “So… anyone you like talking to lately?”

Offers gentle advice like, “Be yourself” etc.

Helps them pick out a gift for the crush like it’s a royal wedding.

Packs extra snacks “for your friend—if they like strawberry Pocky.” And winks wittingly.

💔 First heartbreak

Has a full therapist-mode set up: Hot cocoa. Blanket. No questions until they're ready or want to.

When they open up about it, he will 100% wraps them in a full-dad hug and lets them sob and let it out without saying a word.

Holds them like they’re 5 again, patting their hairs “They didn’t deserve you anyway. They’ll regret it eventually. Trust me.”

Finds their old stuffed animal and puts it on the bed—“you might need backup emotional support tonight.”

Tucks them like they’re still a child and whispers soft reminders like “This doesn’t make you less lovable, sweetie.”

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✦ Yunho — The “Supportive Golden Retriever Coach Dad”

Basically the teen’s personal hype squad. “You aced that quiz? LET’S GOOOO.”

Still calls them “champ.” Still gives bear hugs that crack their spine.

Is unironically good at school projects. Kid’s friends are like “Can your dad help us too?”

Plans spontaneous weekend hikes or road trips to “get away from the drama.”

Always down to talk late at night about literally anything: life, love, the meaning of TikTok.

Will absolutely do embarrassing TikTok dances with them just to stay in their world.

Gets emotional the first time they go to a dance. Offers to teach them how to waltz “just in case.”

Tries to be the “cool dad” but gives full heartfelt pep talks before every big life moment. Yet gives THE BEST pep talks that make them feel like the hero of a coming-of-age movie.

🥰 First crush

Is so excited for them he nearly combusts. “YOU LIKE THEM?? Tell me EVERYTHING.”

Way too invested : “WE NEED A GAME PLAN. Operation Heart Eyes: ACTIVATE.” Tries to coach them on “cool flirting” techniques… and fails spectacularly.

Insists on roleplaying a practice conversation and ends up laughing too much to finish.

Offers to help them create an epic “accidental meet-cute” moment at school.

Drives them to the movies and says, “If you hold hands, let me know so I can cheer silently in the car.”

💔 First heartbreak

Is quiet at first. That’s how you know it broke his heart too.

Cheers them up with movie marathons and ice cream runs, encourages them to scream into a pillow with him.

“That person lost a treasure, and I hope they realize it one day.”

Will definitely built a blanket fort like when they were kids and brings them their favorite snacks (Calls it the “emergency snack tower”)

Plans a full day of distraction: amusement park, go-karts, VR games, or even a full week-end trip in the country side “Let’s go hiking, no phones allowed.”

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✦ Yeosang — The “Silent Protector Who Knows Everything Dad”

They think he doesn’t notice their moods, but he’s 10 steps ahead emotionally. Doesn’t hover, but knows everything. “I noticed you’ve been quiet lately. Wanna talk?”

Keeps tabs on their moods like a hawk but never intrudes.

Quietly buys them exactly what they need before they say anything.

Helps with science projects at 2AM with surgical precision.

Will hand over his most expensive camera for their video project “because art is sacred.”

Is chill about sleepovers… but checks that everyone is safe twice.

Subtly intimidating to people who mess with his kid. “I don’t raise fools or tolerate them.”

Still helps with hair and skincare. Doesn’t brag, but he slays every time.

🥰 First crush

Notices their glow immediately: “You’ve been smiling at your phone… care to share?” Tries not to tease, but that tiny smirk gives him away every time.

Will not give advice, just subtly gives them a new haircut appointment or randomly buys them nice cologne/perfume “just in case.”

Observes silently from the sidelines like a romance spy. Pretends he doesn’t care but asks you 30 questions about how it’s going.

Helps with skincare just because 🤭

💔 First heartbreak

Shows up in their room silently with a milkshake.

Doesn’t push them to talk, but listens deeply when they do. “That sucks. They don’t get to hurt you and win. Let’s go buy swords.”

Hugs them with one arm and let them cry if they need to. Brushes their hairs softly with his other hand.

Offers calm but savage advice like, “If they don’t see your worth, that’s their miscalculation—not your flaw.”

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✦ San — The “Too Emotionally Invested for His Own Good Dad”

Tears up when they start driving. Follows behind them in his own car “just to be sure.”

CRIES when they sing in the talent show. Or when they even mention liking someone.

Sends 15 texts a day: “Did you eat? 🥺” / “Do you need hugs?” / “Here’s a meme of a baby goat.”

Goes feral when his daughter gets disrespected.

Is their biggest fan, but also their fiercest protector. Maybe even to overprotective of their friendships but learns to let go… painfully… slowly.

Hugs that last way too long and end with “I’ll always be proud of you no matter what.”

If they fight with you? He’s the translator. “They didn’t mean it that way, they’re just going through it.”

Has a separate drawer for fanart and notes they made him when they were five. Still cries over them.

🥰 First crush

Freaks out when they smile at their phone: “WHO IS THAT?? 👀WHAT’S THEIR NAME?? DO I NEED TO MEET THEM??”

SCREAMS into a pillow when he finds out they DO have a crush.

Asks a million questions: “Do they treat you right? What’s their vibe? Are they allergic to peanuts??”

Offers to take them both for ice cream, “No pressure, just… dad in disguise.”

Tries to makes heart-shaped pancakes and says, “Just practicing for your wedding brunch.”

💔 First heartbreak

Definitely glares at their first breakup.

Tears up when they confess they got dumped—holds them and says “You are my favorite person. Anyone would be lucky to love you.” Cries with them.

Wraps them in a bear hug so tight they disappear into his hoodie and don’t re-emerge for the next 3 to 5 hours.

Swaddles them in a weighted blanket burrito and says, “You are still my sunshine.”

Sings their favorite childhood lullaby until they fall asleep. Will also spends the week doing everything to distract them: hikes, movies, dog park visits, bubble tea.

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✦ Mingi — The “Fun-Loving and Chaotic Dad”

“Can I come to the sleepover too?” — Definitely not joking.

The kind of dad who texts “👀 tea??” if he sees drama on their social media.

Overreacts to everything but in an encouraging way: “YOU GOT A B ON THE TEST?? GENIUS CHILD.”

Has 3 inside jokes with each of their friends.

Tries to be the “cool dad” but his kids just goes, “You’re being weird.”

Picks them up from parties singing loudly to whatever’s on the radio. “YO IT’S OUR SONG!”

Is the “do whatever makes you happy, just wear a helmet” dad.

Full emotional support clown. If they’re crying, he’s making a PowerPoint titled “Reasons You Are Iconic.”

🥰 First crush

PANIC MODE. “WAIT DO WE HAVE TO GIVE THE TALK AGAIN??”

Gets so excited he starts giving terrible advice. “Wink. Winking always works.”

Overreacts to everything. “They LOOKED at you??? OH MY GOD THIS IS IT.”

Stares out the window dramatically when they leave for their first date like it’s a K-drama.

Gets way too invested in their love story. Buys a disco ball for their room. “Just in case there’s a celebration.”

💔 First heartbreak

Screams. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DUMPED YOU??”

Blasts angry music. Turns their room into a rage karaoke zone. Makes a playlist titled “We Don’t Need Them Anyway”

“They made the worst mistake of their LIFE. You’re TOP TIER!!”

Buys ice cream, hot chips, and bath bombs like it’s breakup rehab.

“Your heart’s big. That’s why it hurts. But that same heart is gonna make someone the happiest person alive.”

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✦ Wooyoung —The “Sassy Best Friend Dad with Secretly the Biggest Heart”

Will still tuck them in if they let him. “Just because you’re 17 doesn’t mean I can’t say goodnight.”

Challenges their fashion choices but also helps them find matching accessories. In three word : Becomes their fashion consultant. “No child of mine is leaving the house in that shade of beige.”

Fights for them harder than anyone—even when they’re in the wrong. Also still cries watching them sleep. Don’t tell anyone.

Dad who drives them to school blasting BLACKPINK or emo-pop depending on the mood.

Bakes when they’re sad. “We’re either gonna cry or frost cupcakes. Maybe both.”

Tries to give the “cool dating advice,” but ends up in a dramatic monologue about love and betrayal.

The drama when they roll their eyes. “Who raised you to be this disrespectful! Oh wait—it was me!”

They sass each other constantly and it’s their love language.

🥰 First crush

Loses it. “I KNEW IT. I FELT THE VIBES.” Instantly becomes their wingman. “You want to flirt?? I invented flirting.”

Tries to spy on their convo and then pretends he “accidentally” walked past. Shows up to school pick-up extra early to sneak a peek at the crush.

Lowkey jealous: “So I’m no longer the only person you adore, huh?”

Investigates the crush’s socials like an FBI agent. “This hair? Mid. You could do better.”

Say things like : “Do not lower your standards for someone who still wears low-rise jeans, sweetheart.” or “You like someone? Then be LOUD about it. Subtle is for cowards.”

💔 First heartbreak

THEE overprotective dad when they get their heart broken. “WHO DID THIS TO YOU??”

Rage cleans the kitchen like it’ll make things better. Paces around, muttering “Who do they think they are, hurting MY BABY??”

Brings them comfort food and insists on a skincare night + karaoke session.

“You're the main character, baby. They're a side quest. One day they’ll see you glow up and REGRET everything. You’re already halfway there.”

Preps a roast so savage even they’re like, “Dad, chill.”

Makes them pancakes shaped like hearts, then aggressively stabs one: “This is your ex.”

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✦ Jongho — The “Emotionally Grounded, Surprisingly Chill Dad”

Looks serious, but actually gives incredible advice. “Don’t worry about fitting in. Be the reason people want to be themselves.”

Somehow always knows when they’re lying about “being fine.” Gives the best silent hugs—the ones where you finally cry.

Helps them prep for presentations like it’s the Olympics.

Gym partner. Lifting buddy. Encourages healthy habits, inside and out.

Never raises his voice, but the one time he’s disappointed? Heartbreak.

Offers quiet pep talks before their first job interview, recital, or heartbreak.

Knows when they need to talk—and when they need space.

“I love you. That doesn’t change, no matter what happens.”

🥰 First crush

Doesn’t say anything for weeks… then one day randomly goes “So. You like them?” and gives a whole speech about self-respect and boundaries over dinner.

Starts secretly researching their crush’s background like a detective. Checks randomly and quietly from time to time. “So… where are they from exactly?”

Asks to meet the crush and gives a very strong handshake. 💪

Watches silently but ready to step in if they look even slightly unsure.

“Just remember: if they don’t treat you with respect, they’re not worth your time.”

💔 First heartbreak

Silently sits beside them. Doesn’t say much, but stays up late with them, just sitting in the silence until they’re ready to talk.

Brings them their favorite comfort food. “You are not broken. You are healing. Let it take the time it needs.”

Offers to train with them: boxing, gym, running—whatever makes them feel strong again.

Calm but quietly furious when they get hurt. “You deserve better. Always.”

Will carry the weight of their heartbreak like it’s his own—but never lets it show. Gives rare but powerful advice.

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That’s all for Part II! 🥹✨

They grow up so fast 😭 From glitter and juice boxes to first butterflies and first heartbreaks, the ATEEZ dads would never stop showing up. In their own perfect, chaotic, and very soft ways. Whether it’s dance parties, playlist therapy, or silent support—one thing’s for sure: their kids are LOVED.

💭 Got more ideas? You know I’m always down for it.

🫶 Who’s your teen dad bias this round? Drop it in the comments.

💌 Reblogs & notes feed my soul.

'Til next time—stay soft, stay chaotic, and give your inner teen a hug today 💕

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diarylogbook08 · 1 month ago

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💔 this is my formal resignation from being emotionally stable

hongjoong, randomly deciding to shake my entire existence like: "i'm doing a collab with Bradley Simpson" as in F.U.C.K.I.N.G Bradley “broke my 2014 heart with ‘somebody to you’ simpson?? as in the voice that raised me ???????

not to be dramatic but Bradley simpson… BRADLEY. SIMPSON. the voice of my teenage years… the man whose voice nursed me through heartbreaks i didn’t even have yet… THE Bradley from The Vamps just announced a COLLAB with ATEEZ’S HONGJOONG and i’m on the DAMN FLOOR 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

You’re telling me the same man i was SO READY to buy London concert tickets for this year… the same man who randomly posted a story yesterday like “who should i collab with 😇” and someone said ATEEZ (god bless that person eternally) AND HE SAID YES. HE SAID ATEEZ. HE TAGGED HONGJOONG. IT TOOK ME LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE TO PROCESS the thing. Seeing he ACTUALLY REPOSTED “ateez” and TAGGED HONGJOONG: 😧😧😧

SAW IT BECAUSE THAT LITTLE DIVA HIM-SELF reposted back with nothing but those 👀 EYES OF BETRAYAL, LIKE HE KNEW. HE KNEW. THIS LIL BITCH !! (sorry it's affectionate ofc) LIKE AIN'T NO ONE TELLING ME HE DIDN'T KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING !!!!

AND NOW— as in FUCKING TODAY, they’ve officially announced a feature on the new version of “Almost” dropping on July 25th !!!!? i am. absolutely. devastated.

LIKE EXCUSE YOU KIM EDWARD SIR ??? like it’s not the most soul-crushing news i’ve ever heard???

i am NOT okay.

this is like being haunted by the ghost of my teenage obsession AND my current obsession simultaneously.

what do you mean my two eras are COLLIDING??? what do you MEAN their voices are going to be on the same track i’m— 🚨flatlining🚨

like what even is the artistic vision here?? i feel like i just walked in on something i was never meant to see. I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT THIS COLLAB COULD BE POSSIBLE !?? HELLO ??????? someone sedate me before i start reblogging 2015 gifs of bradley in a snapback like it’s normal.....

i’m honestly devastated but also losing my mind over this??

i mean, i’ve been riding with the vamps for over a decade—i ALMOST flew to London this june just to see the man live—and i truly never, EVER thought he’d team up with an k‑pop idol, let alone Hongjoong of all people. it’s like my fandoms are colliding in the WORST way possible and my heart can’t handle it. i can’t decide if i’m excited or if i just want to scream into the void. 🖤😭

I’m equal parts overwhelmed, excited, and like, WHY am i so emotional about this?? it’s wild and totally unexpected, but also kind of a dream crossover??

honestly, i’m struggling to process — i love them both so much but this is like my two worlds COLLIDING and i’m not ready but also so here for it.

like, imagine me at 2am, face buried in my pillow, sobbing because bradley’s voice mixing with korean rap vocals feels SO WRONG yet SO RIGHT?? the internal chaos is UNREAL. i’m equal parts proud and CORRUPTED. am i even the same person anymore???

I’M LIVING FOR THIS BRADLEY × HONGJOONG COLLAB OMG 😭😭😭

July 25th can’t come fast enough, and i’m honestly scared of how obsessed i’m going to get. 💔👀 I mean i ALREADY LOVE this song cuz let's be honest.... I was SO FUCKING CLOSE TO FLY OUT in LONDON to see it LIVE!!!! But now — WE WILL HAVE A VERSION WITH KIM FREAKING HONGJOONG ?????!!!!

someone please send me help, call 911, idk but i'm not okay rn.... 🪦 me, lying face down on the floor, whispering “hongjoong x bradley simpson” like it’s a curse

i didn’t ask for this. i wasn’t ready. how do you emotionally prepare for your bias wrecker collaborating with the voice of your 2014 crush??? EXCUSE ME ????

like. i’m sitting here shaking. crying. throwing up. not to be DRAMATIC but the world was already on thin ice and then they decided to give us this???

i am not mentally prepared. i am not spiritually aligned. i am just. GONE.

someone put me in rice.

— still shaking, a forever conflicted fangirl

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🎭 STRAYKIDS REACTION

Scenario: Them as your boyfriend, you trip over nothing, fall spectacularly or in the most dramatic way possible… in front of them. Chaos ensues. 8 very different responses to one clumsy moment. Pairing: Member x reader (GN) Genre: Fluff, crack Warnings: mild secondhand embarrassment, some teasing, soft comfort Taglist : @miracle-sol Want to be tagged in future Straykids content or any random updates from my brain’s weird corners? Slide into the comments or my DMs anytime! I promise I’m friendly—unless you bring up pineapple on pizza 🙎‍♀️ Requests : OPEN ✨click here to send yours. I might say no if it’s too wild for me, but I promise I’m nice about it. You can also check the 📜 Shipboard Code of Conduct section from my masterlist for my major no-go themes list. Spread love and good vibes only, please! 🫶

Chan

You are both walking peacefully side by side, when you suddenly loose your balance because you didn't look where you put your feets. Chan is quick to react. 🐺 Instant Dad Mode activated.

He would instantly grab you by the waist cuz he has crazy reflexes, will ask if you ok like, “Are you okay? Are you hurt??” while already checking your knees and everything while you try to catch your breath and process what just happened.

"Hey, you're ok ?" he would ask again softly (just to be sure), while looking you dead in the eyes with concern as hell, like a worried mom. You would only nodd as a response.

Does a full-on injury assessment. “Ankles? Knees? Pride??”

"Watch out your steps next time, love" he would add with a gentle smile, not letting his hands go off your waist. Hides his laughter poorly — he tries so hard not to laugh but his dimples betray him.

Rubs your back comfortingly while chuckling under his breath. Keeps checking if you're actually fine for the next hour. Starts watching where he walks more carefully, just in case you trip again.

Also Expect him to give you a piggyback ride if you so much as scrape your knee. Tries to stay calm, but inside he's panicking a bit.

Leeknow

Sees you trip and just stares blankly for 3 seconds like… did that really happen? Then blinks once. “…You good?”

He will laugh. Not loudly — just a smug smirk. Would 100% make fun of you “…you sure gravity doesn’t have a personal grudge against you?”, “Should I buy you knee pads?”, “Was the floor that attractive or were you just testing gravity?”

But if you’re actually hurt, he switches gears FAST—suddenly full of care and concern, mumbling “stupid uneven pavement.” And would help you while sending death glares at the ground like it personally offended him.

Even if you are fine, will secretly checks your elbow for scrapes while pretending he doesn’t care.

Later that day: massages your ankle in total silence like it’s no big deal. “Next time, look where you’re going… dummy” but he says it softer than usual 🥺

Also might tease you about it for months: “How’s the floor? Did it win?”, “You need a leash? Or a helmet?” Brings it up when you least expect it.

But would also secretly put a hand on your lower back while walking everytime “just in case you decide to dive again.” or offers a hand next time you walk anywhere but still with a little tease and sass — “Don’t want the sidewalk to win again your highness.”

Changbin

Panics like you were hit by a truck. Absolutely panicking even if you barely stumbled. “OH MY GOD—BABE?! ARE YOU HURT??” —volume: 200%.

He rushes over, trying to help you up but probably trips a little himself from the adrenaline. Panics first, asks questions later. “WHERE DOES IT HURT?? IS IT BROKEN??”

Will overreact. Like “Do we need a hospital? Ice pack?” Holds your hand tightly afterward and won’t stop asking if you’re okay for the next hour.

You: “I just tripped.” Him: “Okay but what if you broke your ankle??” Which makes you roll your eyes. You try to tell him you're fine. “You almost DIED,” he insists. “I just tripped, Binnie.” he repeats in a sacrastic whiny voice. “SAME THING!”

Once he confirms you’re okay, he calms down “Okay but next time I’ll just wrap you in bubble wrap. Problem solved.”

Spends the rest of the day walking extra close to you like a bodyguard.

Definitely tells the story to the other members like it was a near-death experience. Says to everyone that he “saved your life.”

Hyunjin

Laughs. Immediately. No shame. Then gasps dramatically, throws his hand over his chest like he just witnessed a tragic opera.

Drops to the ground beside you like you’re both in a rom-com. Cradles your face dramatically. “How dare the floor hurt my angel.” Starts fake crying if you say you’re fine just to keep the bit going

Helps you up with so much flourish it’s like a romantic movie. “My love, are you hurt? Say no more — I shall avenge the sidewalk.” Yes, he’s serious. Yes, it’s also a bit for show. But he genuinely cares.

Also acts like he just rescued you from a burning building. Stares deep into your eyes: “...Was it gravity… or fate that brought you to your knees?” Makes sure you’re not hurt, then says, “You fell for me, huh?”

Once he confirms you’re okay, he absolutely loses it. Cannot stop laughing once the drama fades. “Your fall was like... art. Should I paint it?” And teases you “My clumsy little muse.” – now it’s your permanent nickname.

Han

😮 Eyes widen like a deer in headlights. “OHHHHHHH nooooooOOOO—” while making zero moves to catch you.

Tries to catch you but ends up falling too. “Even when we fall, we fall together. That’s love.” Then Starts laughing

Helps you up while still giggling like a gremlin. “You fell like… so gracefully. Like a majestic flamingo.”

Offers to kiss the wound but accidentally bumps heads with you in the process.

Pokes fun at you every 5 minutes after. “Wanna hold my hand so you don’t fall in love with the ground again?” Says things like “Watch out for that vicious step over there 👀”

Makes up a dramatic story: “The floor was jealous of your beauty and ATTACKED.”

Will randomly bring up “that one time you tried to high-five the pavement”

Felix

Concerned Angel Mode. Soft gasp, soft voice. “Oh no, darling… are you okay?” Drops everything, sprints over, and lifts you up like you're royalty.

Turns into a golden retriever with anxiety. Presses your hand gently, checking for sprains like a real-life medic. “Does anything hurt? Do i need to call 911? Blink twice if you're in pain.”

Once he made sure you're okay, helps you up gently like you’re made of glass, dusts you off, and checks for any scratches. Flashes you his famous gummy smile while helping you up slowly “Want me to kiss it better?” 😚

Gently scolds you: “You need to be careful, sweetheart…” 😟 Lowkey wants to carry you everywhere after that.

Offers a piggyback ride for the rest of the day.

Tells the others not to make fun of you — then whispers “you did look kinda funny tho 🫣”

Will gives you a band-aid with a cartoon character on your scratches if you have some, and bakes cookies later as a “get well” snack — even if you didn’t get hurt.

Seungmin

Tries to hold in laughter with the most sarcastic concern ever. “Oh nooo… you’ve fallen… and can’t get up… tragic.”

Films it if possible. Sends it to the group chat with zero shame.

Finally comes over and says, “Was the floor too fast for you?” Helps you up, brushes you off, and pats your head like a puppy. Will also totally roasts you. “Do I need to enroll you in walking classes? I hear toddlers are great teachers.”

Will randomly say “watch your step” every 5 minutes for the rest of the day. Yet is secretly worried and subtly glances at you, making sure you don't have bruises or something.

Will not let you live it down, roasts you for the next 7-10 business days. “Should I install floor mats wherever you walk?”

Brings it up any time you act confident. “Remember when you lost a fight to the sidewalk?”

The type to nickname you “Gravity’s Favorite” for the rest of the week — or even for months.

I.N

Yelps and jumps toward you like a golden retriever pup in distress. “Nonononono—are you okay?? Are you dying??”

Fussing so much. Tries to help but ends up panicking and fumbling everything. Asks three times if you’re hurt before believing you. “You’re not seriously hurt, right? Tell me you’re okay.”

If you’re fine, he nervously laughs, because it was kinda funny but also scary. Also can’t stop teasing you gently after.

Low-key flustered because your clumsiness is cute, but also “Please be careful next time.”

Buys you bubble tea afterwards as an apology. Might also fffers his hoodie for comfort like it’s emotional first aid.

Tells his hyungs later like it’s the funniest story ever—does impressions and everything. Might also calls his mom later and tells her the story as well.

Will replay it in his head and giggle to himself for the next 3 days.

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🌀 In conclusion...

You tripped. Gravity disrespected you.

Stray Kids? Reacted like it was the season finale of a drama.

Tag yourself:

Are you Chan's concerned dad mode, Hyunjin’s Oscar-worthy collapse, or Lee Know’s judgmental slow blink?

Which reaction is your favorite? Reblog if you feel personally attacked by gravity sometimes. 💀✨

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🌈 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 🏁

“Welcome to the underground—where speed is law and ATEEZ rule the roads.”

Headcanons for the crew tearing up the streets one race at a time—chrome, chaos, loyalty, and adrenaline. Each member's got their own vibe, their own car, and their own way of dominating the blacktop.

Pairing : Ot8 Genre : Racer AU, action, found family, slice of chaos W.c : ~ 1,5 K Requested : Not at all. Just a full-throttle gearhead girly obsessed with cars, street racing romances, and everything in between — This AU was surely inevitable. Warnings : no specials warnings to give here Taglist : If you want to be tagged in future headcanons or updates? Drop a comment or DM me anytime! I Requests : OPEN ✨click here to send yours. Please note that I may politely decline if I don’t feel comfortable with the topic. Kindness only here 🫶

Fasten your seatbelt—this ride’s about to get wild !

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Kim Hongjoong — The Mastermind

Is the tactician of the crew—meticulous, sharp, and always thinking two steps ahead. He doesn’t always go for brute force or showy stunts, but instead beats rivals with precision and planning. He’s the one who plots the route, finds weak points in opponents, and keeps the team unified. Off the road, he's a passionate artist, often customizing parts of his car with his own hand-drawn designs. His rebellious creativity bleeds into every race.

His car : A red crimson Nissan GT-R35 Skyline with a Liberty Walk Widebody Kit. A fusion of precision and power. A blend of modern tech and raw racing heritage, his R35 is a custom-built beast. Wrapped in a deep metallic crimson red with a carbon fiber hood, lip, and spoiler. Under the hood: upgraded twin-turbos, titanium exhaust, forged pistons, ECU tuning — the works. He's added an active aero kit for better cornering and a custom interior with LED interfaces to monitor every stat in real-time.

“Every race is a puzzle—and I never leave one unsolved.”

Park Seonghwa — The Tactician

Cold under pressure and flawless in execution, Seonghwa is the crew’s razor. Every turn, every drift, every gear shift is timed with unnerving accuracy. He doesn’t race with brute force or flair—he races with mastery. He’s the cleanest driver on the team, making impossible lines look effortless. Calm, collected, and impossible to shake, Seonghwa is the one you never see make a mistake. Off the streets, he’s composed and thoughtful—almost too perfect to be real.

His car : A deep British Green Manhart TR 900 Porsche 911 GT2 RS. A barely whispered legend dressed in British Racing Green and brushed-gold accents, this Porsche is as much a work of art as it is a weapon. Customized with a full carbon-fiber wide-body and aero kit (splitter, diffuser, fixed wing), 900 hp twin-turbo flat-six with titanium exhaust and custom ECU tune, adjustable coilovers with anti-roll bars, center-lock gold forged wheels on semi-slicks, and six-piston carbon-ceramic brakes.

“I don’t need chaos to win. Control is power. Every turn, every second—I make it count.”

Jung Yunho — The Juggernaut

Is the most reliable and consistent driver on the team—a dependable beast. Once he locks onto the finish line, nothing stops him. He’s got speed and power, but also a warm, goofy energy that keeps the crew’s morale high. A gentle giant off the track, he becomes a beast in the driver’s seat—pushing his machine to the limit with ferocious tenacity. His driving style is loud, confident, and relentless. Loves to show off with burnouts, drifts, and thunderous take-offs. Often has music blasting mid-race because why not?

His car : A radioactive green Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat Widebody with black accents and glowing green halo headlights. The ultimate muscle car. Painted in neon green with black racing stripes and neon underglow. Upgraded with a massive digital wide-body fenders and front splitter, carbon-fiber hood with oversized scoop, forged black multi-spoke wheels wrapped in drag-spec radials, and supercharger and high-flow intake for an extra 200+ hp, fully adjustable coilover suspension, line-lock burnout system, and a straight-through titanium exhaust that rattles the pavement. The inside is custom with LED-lit dials and a booming sound system.

“If you can’t handle the thunder, get off my road.”

Kang Yeosang — The Phantom

Mysterious, calculating and deadly quiet on the roads — Silent, precise, and utterly untouchable on the street. He is the team’s silent sniper, the crew’s ghost: you never see him coming, but you feel the presence of something unstoppable in your rear-view mirror. He speaks little, but his eyes never miss a detail. He values finesse over flash, exploiting every ounce of grip and aero to slice through corners with surgical precision. He often appears out of nowhere in a race often shocking rivals with unanticipated overtakes and deadly speed and vanishes just as fast. Off-track, he’s calm, elegant, and introspective, with a sharp edge when it counts.

His car : A stunning metallic white McLaren 720S, with exposed carbon fiber accents and a matte black hood. The aggressive widebody kit gives it a planted, track-ready stance, complemented by massive concave forged wheels and ultra-low air suspension. A roof scoop and oversized rear wing hint at serious performance, while the sharp front splitter and extended side skirts cut through the air with purpose. Underneath, the suspension’s been lowered for optimal grip, and the car likely hides a tuned ECU and upgraded exhaust system, pushing well beyond the stock 710 hp. Subtle in no way—this build screams speed and precision.

“If you hear me coming, it’s already too late.”

Choi San — The Wildcard

Is pretty much unpredictable and spontaneous, making him the wildcard of the group. He's always trying out new tricks and techniques on the road. The risk-taker of the group. He thrives in chaotic situations and isn't afraid to push the boundaries of what's possible behind the wheel. His fiery personality matches his aggressive driving style. Off track he’s a very sweet guy despite his appearance.

His car : A glossy purple Ford Mustang GT500 Shelby with a matte black hood an purplish-blue LEDs. Would put discreet black decals on the sides of the car just to give it some personality, as well a wide body kit that gives an aggressive stance. He added adjustable coilovers and sway bars for improved handling, the brakes have been beefed up with larger rotors. As well under the hood the engine has been swapped for a high-performance V8.

"Why follow the rules when you can rewrite them? There’s no point for boring races."

Song Mingi — The Titan

Is the powerhouse of the crew, known for his brute strength and intimidating presence. He's fiercely competitive and just like San his driving style is aggressive and also relentless. He likes to show off and impress woman. Is often using his size to intimidate rival racers. Despite his tough exterior, he's a gentle giant that is always willing to lend a helping hand. He’s also fiercely loyal and protective to his friends and loved-ones.

His car : A striking dark blue Lamborghini Huracan STO with big flames decals. His car is a symbol of exotic performance with lots of decals to personalized his car, like a tiger, stripes on the hood, his lucky number and especially big red-orange flames that takes the whole both sides giving it a menacing presence on the streets. As well under the rear hood, the V10 engine has been tuned to perfection, with upgraded turbos, intercoolers, and exhaust system for blistering acceleration and top speed.

"Feeling the power coursing through every rev. That's what drives me."

Jung Wooyoung — The Charmer

Charismatic and stylish, Wooyoung is the showman of the crew. He loves to dazzle spectators with his flashy driving maneuvers. Known for his infectious energy and outgoing personality, he's always the center of attention commanding the spotlight with his natural charisma. Despite his outgoing nature, he's fiercely competitive and always gives his all in races.

His car : A chic expensive sleek black Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+. Would keep the outside very simple, no decals or whatever fancy to personalized his car. Only the front grill would be personalized with his lucky number. Otherwise the suspension would been tuned and boosted for both maximum comfort and performance as well. The car would also be equipped with a loud engine and exhaust system. Also would have a spoiler on the back of the car to reenforce it’s aerodynamics and stability. He's upgraded the engine with larger turbo.

"Why blend in when you can stand out? The road is my stage and I'm the star”

Choi Jongho — The Smart Beast

Is unstoppable once he hits the road, with his immense strength and determination driving him forward. Bulldozes through obstacles with sheer force. His brute strength and raw energy. Might be the youngest member, but don't let his age fool you. He's strong-willed and fiercely competitive. Off track, he’s humble and down-to-earth despite his impressive skills behind the wheel.

His car : A sophisticated matte black Aston Martin Vantage GT3 with blue leds. Keeps it simple on the outside, as he’s not at all the fancy type. He's upgraded the engine with with deep black aerodynamic detailing and wide flared fenders, an aggressive carbon fiber front splitter, prominent rear wing, and sculpted side skirts all point to a full track-focused widebody kit. As well the suspension has been upgraded with track-ready dampers and reinforced sway bars for precise cornering. Massive drilled rotors and upgraded calipers peek behind the deep-dish black rims, ensuring serious stopping power. Under the hood, the V8 engine has been tuned for maximum performance, with upgraded intake, exhaust systems for improved airflow and power delivery and reinforced chassis to withstand the impact of his thunderous acceleration.

"I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to win. Try to stop me. I dare you."

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╭┈─────── 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙇𝘼𝙋 ───────╮ Thanks for riding with me this far 🏁 ╰┈────────────────────┈╯

💌 Got thoughts? Questions? Which member’s is your fav ? Drop a comment or reblog and let’s talk 👀

— want more ? Specific scenarios? Don't be shy drop 'em in the comment sections or directly into my dms !

☠️ Street’s never quiet for long. Have a good day y'all !!

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🦜Quarterdeck Rollcall

Ahoy, crew! ⚓️ Welcome to the official Rollcall of the Isle of Delulu—where only the most devoted delulus get notified when new treasures wash ashore. 🌊✨

📩 Want to receive a message in a bottle? Join the taglist and get summoned whenever a new log entry drifts in from the seas of chaos, fluff, or fevered delusion.

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Never miss a single wave of chaos, fluff, or deep-dive !

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🌈 Ateez as Dads

Because let's be honest the world needs soft-but-sometime-confused ATEEZ dads content. And also because imagining these chaotic men as soft, loving fathers is just healing ✨

Pairing : Ot8 Genre : fluff W.c : ~ 2,10 K Requested : no ✨ Self-induced chaos. No one asked. I delivered anyway. ✨ Warnings : lots of chaotic and cuteness be ready to handle it ! Taglist : @miracle-sol Want to be tagged in future headcanons or updates? Drop a comment or DM me anytime! I don’t bite (unless you're cake 🍰👀😜) Requests : OPEN ✨click here to send yours. Please note that I may politely decline if I don’t feel comfortable with the topic. Kindness only here 🫶

Time to dive in ! Here’s what kind of dads I think each members would be 🧸 (enjoy your reading!)

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✦ Hongjoong — The “Creative Project Dad”

👶 Newborn

Calm on the outside, absolutely spiraling inside. Reads like at least 5 parenting books and watched more than 100 videos about it. Freaked out by the responsibility and overthinking everything: “Is the air too dry in the room? Should we move countries?”

Cries silently while holding the baby for the first time. Wears sunglasses in the hospital like, “No I’m fine.”

Googles EVERYTHING. The baby sneezed? “What does it mean if a newborn sneezes 3 times in a row?”

Becomes the kind of dad who wants you to sleep while he walks in circles at 3 AM to make the baby sleep. Only for you to find him in the morning asleep on the couch with your baby on his stomach sleeping comfortably.

Would also sometimes act like a child when you give all your attention to the kids just to get your attention.

“I am not jealous, just starving kisses and cuddles” (but he definitely is).

🚼 Toddler

Cries at every milestone. She says "appa" for the first time and he’s sobbing in the studio.

Teaches his 3 y/o how to use a glue gun (supervised… kinda).

Encourages “painting outside the lines” and proudly displays every glitter‑covered masterpiece on the fridge.

Always has a DIY craft station set up in the garage.

Totally the “girl dad” energy: bows in their hair, tea parties with the stuffed animals, and matching outfits on Sunday mornings. Has matching nail polish with his daughter and wears it proudly.

Acts like a playful kid to keep their attention—jumps on the sofa, demands “daddy duel!”

Secretly sneaks finger‑paints into their school art kit so they “express themself fully.”

Kid never leaves the house without looking like a tiny fashion icon because he picks their outfits.

Soft scolding like: “Sweetheart, what do we say about throwing glitter in the bathtub?”

Gets emotional during school plays and records EVERYTHING.

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✦ Seonghwa — The “Warm & Wise Dad”

👶 Newborn

You better believe this man is READY. Basically a second mom. Diaper changing station? Organized. Baby closet? Labeled by size & color. You forget to feed the pet ? Don't worry he's on it or ahead of you.

Holds the baby like they're made of pure glass for the first 3 months.

Wakes up before the baby does just to make sure they’re breathing. “Should we get a monitor that tracks breathing?”

Wants to sanitize visitors before they enter the house.

Baby has a skincare routine (hypoallergenic, fragrance-free OFC)

Gets emotional over lost baby teeth.

🚼 Toddler

WILL ABSOLUTELY. Bubble wrap the whole house (or the kid ?) because freaks out if he gets hurt. Constantly worried they’ll trip on the stairs or something. Has a tiny first-aid kit in the diaper bag, the car, and every room.

Equal parts “girl dad” & “boy dad” — flips flawlessly between helping braid hair and coaching on football tricks.

Will cry at everything they do. Every drawing. Every recital.

Teaches them sportsmanship by letting them win at soccer… then shows them how to really score.

PTA's favorite dad

His kid’s lunchboxes look like a bento box commercial—cut-out fruits and all. With an additional cute notes to remind them how much he loves them.

When they are upset, he makes them a cup of hot cocoa and says, “It’s okay to feel all the feelings.”

Builds LEGOs together but definitely is more into it than the kid.

Definitely owns a “#1 Dad” mug and actually earned it.

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✦ Yunho — The “Adventurous Dad”

👶 Newborn

Immediately obsessed. “LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE FINGERS?? IS THIS LEGAL??”

Is way too entertained by baby giggles. Makes silly faces and weird voices until the baby is laughing. You’ve never seen the baby laugh harder.

😱 First diaper? Nearly passed out. But once he gets used to it: ALL-IN DAD MODE.

Panic level when the baby cries—instantly drops into full “serious dad” mode. Dances around with the baby on his shoulder to get them to burp.

Already planning themed birthday parties with matching costumes.

His lullabies turn into full Disney musical productions.

🚼 Toddler

Throws his kids in the air and catches them like it’s the Olympics, either turns everything into a game or competition.

“What do you mean the twins are climbing on the fridge !?” Low-key gives you cardiac arrest when he tells you what the kids are doing and you aren't home.

Will absolutely build blanket forts and live in them.

Makes the best bedtime stories, complete with voices and dramatic flair.

Is the reason they think jumping off the couch is an Olympic sport.

Always doing goofy dances together — viral TikTok duo.

He’s giant but somehow always ends up with 3 princess stickers on his face.

When they stumble, he’s the calm voice: “You’ve got this, champ.”

Major “boy dad” vibes: teaches you how to whistle with grass, ties your shoelaces in perfect double knots. but if he has a girl ends up being a total softie with her.

Dad who volunteers for school field trips and ends up with a group of 8 kids calling him "Uncle Yuyu."

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✦ Yeosang — The “Cool Mysterious But Loving Dad”

👶 Newborn

Stares at the baby like an alien at first. Not scared, just like “…what is it thinking?”

Isn’t super expressive, but incredibly dependable. You tell him what the baby needs, he delivers.

Catches feelings when the baby smiles at him for the first time and doesn’t recover.

Baby falls asleep on his chest? Cancel his plans, he’s not moving for 4 hours.

Once the baby starts babbling? That’s HIS bestie now.

“My baby is the cutest in the world. No, I don’t care what yours looks like.”

🚼 Toddler

Quietly obsessed with his kids, just doesn’t post about them.

Will suddenly show up with the most perfect custom birthday cake.

Reads bedtime stories in different voices (they beg for his “dragon” voice).

Not overtly cuddly, but the best at calm advice and gentle affirmations.

Leaves post‑it notes on the fridge with little reminders (“Don’t forget your lunch!”) decorated with doodles.

Honestly just wants his kids to feel safe and heard.

Leaning more “girl dad,” he helps curl her hair with his straightener and hands her lip balm like a pro. Acts like he’s not totally wrapped around her little finger (he ACTUALLY is).

Always has emergency snacks—granola bars, fruit leather, glittery water bottles.

Tells mildly embarrassing “when-I-was-your-age” stories.

Buys her a sword and teaches her self-defense “for science.”

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✦ San — The “The Puppy Dad With a Side of Overprotective Lion”

👶 Newborn

Most likely to cry in the delivery room. Sobs.

Does not want to put the baby down. At all. Like, ever. You will NEVER get to hold the baby if San gets to them first.

“Did you hear that? My heart just exploded.”—refuses to put baby down.

😭 Cries more than the baby. Overwhelmed with love. In tears watching his kid sleep because “they’re just so small and perfect.”

Most likely to whisper, “Hi, I’m your daddy” in the softest tone ever.

Insists on taking the night shifts so you can sleep.

🚼 Toddler

Girl dad to the max. Princess dresses? He owns three. Let's her paint his nails in pink or whatever because it makes her happy.

Cuddles all day. ALL. DAY.

Says “I love you” like 20x a day. Overprotective but also will let them dress up the dog.

Teaches the kid to love themselves loudly and unapologetically.

Gets teary when she calls him “her hero”.

But will glare at another 3 y/o if they push her on the playground.

Takes a million pictures. Half of them are blurry.

So. Much. Energy. He’s crawling around pretending to be a dinosaur with zero shame.

Does the “baby voice” in public, doesn’t care who hears.

Somehow always has snacks. Where are they coming from? No one knows.

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✦ Mingi — The “Fun-Loving and Chaotic Dad”

👶 Newborn

“Wait—so we’re in charge now? Forever?”

😳 Lowkey freaked out at first. The moment the baby cries, he panics like, “Did I break it??” Tries to be cool but panics every time the baby cries.

Kinda useless at the beginning, asks 1000 questions: “What do I do with its head??”, “Is this sound normal?? Are babies supposed to hiccup like that??” Call or text his mom 20 times a day to ask her all his silly questions.

Most likely to panic dramatically and yell “WHAT DO I DOOOO??” when the baby poops for the first time. Runs around like his hair’s on fire at first but learns fast.

Has actual conversations with the baby even when it can’t talk. “Okay but think about it, little dude, what if gravity is just a lie?”

Slowly grows into it – starts humming lullabies, doing silly voices, and snuggling without realizing it.

🚼 Toddler

His kids are the loudest but the happiest.

Gender doesn’t matter — if they vibe with chaos, he vibes back.

Constantly trying to keep up with Gen Alpha slang and failing.

Kid is like “Dad you’re embarrassing me” and he just says “it’s my job.”

Has no idea how to braid hair but tries every time.

He’s their #1 hype man: “THAT’S MY BOY! LOOK AT HIM SLIDE!”

Teaches them TikTok dances and does them in grocery stores.

Tries to be serious during discipline but breaks into giggles mid-scolding.

Lets them get away with stuff if they use cute voices

Encourages every wild idea: “You want to be an astronaut-chef? Absolutely.”

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✦ Wooyoung — The “Sass King Dad With a Heart of Gold”

👶 Newborn

😵 LOSES HIS MIND when baby first arrives – not from fear, just excitement + chaos.

He’s in love with the baby, but also a little jealous.

Acts like a child to get your attention when you're baby-focused too long: “What about meeee? I need kisses too 😤.”

Will try to hold baby AND make dinner at once – dangerous, but he tries.

Gives the baby five nicknames within the first hour.

Records every tiny moment like it’s the most important thing in the world.

🚼 Toddler

Raises little divas who know their worth.

Girl dad teaches her TikTok dances, braids friendship bracelets, and does nail art in the living room. But she bullies him lovingly and he LOVES it.

Wraps them in hugs at random intervals—no escape.

Encourages self‑expression: “Wear that neon dress! Life’s too short to be boring.”

Bakes banana bread together on Sundays and also bakes pink cupcakes “just because.”

Kid learns sass directly from the source and Wooyoung is so proud.

Very “I’m not just a dad, I’m a cool dad”.

Literally cries when they outgrow their baby shoes.

Overprotective. Any kid who even looks at her funny gets the “I know where your mom lives” stare.

The “bad influence” dad. Teaches the kid to prank people (including you). But acts offended when he gets pranked back.

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✦ Jongho — The “Protective Gentle Dad”

👶 Newborn

ZERO panic. It's almost unsettling how chill he is. but is secretly having a full existential crisis about being a dad.

Baby crying? He's already got the bottle warmed.

Insists on you resting while he takes the night shift. “You carried them for 9 months. Let me carry this part.”

Doesn’t need to be taught how to swaddle – he just figures it out.

Baby falls asleep faster in his arms than anyone else's.

Holds the baby so gently and carefully, the baby is so soothed by him it’s like he came with a dad manual and everyone’s like, “Were you secretly a dad already?”

🚼 Toddler

Carrying 2 kids, 3 bags, a stroller, and still has a free hand for juice boxes.

Boy dad through and through, but his daughter? Wrapped around his pinky!

Checks every closed door, tucks them in, and quietly stands guard until they fall asleep.

Makes sure the kid eats their veggies and does their reading.

Gives piggyback rides to school, then helps braid hair for picture day.

Surprisingly soft-spoken at home — reads classic stories at bedtime, sings them lullabies to sleep.

Lifts his kid up to see everything — parades, planes, grocery shelves.

Will absolutely not tolerate disrespect, but is the first to defend his kid with his whole chest.

Doesn’t say much, but when he does, it sticks.

Helps with homework like, “No, we don’t give up. Try again.” Cue Rocky soundtrack.

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And that concludes this deep-dive into how I think our favorite chaotic pirate kings would become the softest, most loving dads ever. From glitter explosions to midnight cuddles, they’d give their all—just like they always do. 🫶 what more could you want?

👀 A Part 2? Maybe “ATEEZ as dads when their kids become teens”? Or got your own suggestions ? Drop them in the comments—I’d love to hear them! Let me know—my brain is always chaotic and open for business.

Thank you for joining me on this journey 💕 If you read all the way through, Which ATEEZ dad are you adopting as your emotional support today? Let me know your fav in comments ! Reblogs & comments make my day.

Until next time, stay soft and chaotic 💕

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🎭 ATEEZ Reaction to You Getting Cheated On

You’re their best friend and they just found out you were cheated on by your partner. Here’s how each member reacts.

Ps : gifs are mostly mine except for Yungi !!

Seonghwa

How he finds out: He’s hanging out with you and suddenly notices you zoning out, tears welling up. When he gently asks, you break down and tell him everything.

First reaction: Eyes widen. "He did what exactly ?" his voice low and cold. But quickly he pulls you into the gentlest hug, completely silent at first. Your feelings are his top priority.

Anger level: Oh, he’s angry. Just quiet, cold rage. You’ll never hear him say the name again — they doesn’t deserve to exist in your world anymore.

How he comforts you: Cleans your tears with his sleeves, whispers soft encouragement. He gives you space if you need it but will sit beside you all night. Very expressive and emotionally open. He talks a lot, wanting to help you process everything. Makes sure you never feel alone.

“You didn’t deserve that, not even a little.”

Hongjoong

How he finds out: You call him late at night, your voice shaky and quiet — too quiet.

“Tell me exactly what happened.” Instant switch into protective mode. He’s calm but you can feel the anger brewing under his words.

First reaction : Calm but tense. Rage simmering just beneath the surface. He wants to destroy your ex, but always careful to focus on your feelings first. He listens patiently and then makes sure you know your worth. He doesn’t go straight for anger — but oh boy if he hears your ex’s name again...

Anger level : Definitely at the highest level possible, and it shows. You hear him mutter, “If I see that asshole, I’m knocking teeth out.”

How he comforts you: He’s mature and knows you need someone to listen and hold space. He’s calm but fierce inside, prioritizing your feelings first. He listens deeply, asking gentle questions to make sure you feel heard. Stays on the phone all night, even if you fall asleep crying.

“You’re not alone. I’m not going anywhere.”

Extra: Will absolutely write a diss track in his studio later that night — not for public release, but therapeutic rage.

Yunho

How he finds out: You text him — short, broken sentences hinting at something wrong. Immediately worried, texts back with care, and asks if he can come over or call. When you confirm, he gets there ASAP.

When he sees you, your face tells everything. He's silent, and then his jaw clenches.

“Who do I need to kill?” — half-joking, but not really.

First reaction : Hot-blooded, but reels it in fast. He’s immediately pissed and ready to confront your ex verbally or physically.

Anger level: Wants to fight. Probably punches a pillow or storms around when you’re not looking.

“If he ever comes near you again, I’m not holding back.”

How he comforts you: Huge bear hugs, rubs your back gently. He keeps you laughing in between tears, and distracts you in healthy ways. But his protective vibe never leaves. He’d slap that jerk if he had the chance.

“I’ll always be here. You know that, right?”

Yeosang

How he finds out: Notices a change in your mood when hanging out, you seem distant and quiet.

First reaction: Sharp silence. He stares at you, trying to read every micro-expression. Quiet and observant, asks if something’s wrong softly. When you break down, He’s shocked but hides it to stay strong for you. Then he pulls you into a "akward" hug.

Anger level : Emotionally reserved, but deeply caring. He doesn't show it, but he's seething.

How he comforts you: Brings comfort food and makes you binge-watch dramas. He listens, but doesn’t force you to talk.

“You deserve better. So much better.”

Extra: Sends your ex a long, cold message later. No cursing — just surgical savagery.

San

How he finds out: You cancel on a hangout last minute — very unlike you. He drops by and finds you crying on your bed.

“Who did this to you?” — he’s pissed instantly, and it shows.

First reaction: Clenches jaws, ready to fight at 200 %. “What ? He cheated on you?” But he sees your tears not stopping, he drops everything and hugs you tightly.

“You’re way too good for someone like that.”

Anger level : Might actually go confront the guy. Someone stop him: He wants to throw hands !

“I swear, if I see that guy, he’s gonna regret it.”

How he comforts you: Holds you like you’ll break and whispers things like, “He didn’t deserve you. Never did.” Paces the room like a lion until you calm down. He reminds you how amazing you are and that you didn't deserve someone like your ex.

Extra: Might cry with you. Emotionally intuitive. Makes you feel like you’re not broken — just healing.

Mingi

How he finds out: You randomly say “They cheated on me,” mid-conversation like it’s nothing — because you’ve been bottling it up.

First reaction: Mingi freezes. Then he gets up and starts pacing, hands in his hair, visibly frustrated.

“What an asshole !!”

Anger level : Torn. Shocked and angry, but tries to laugh with you to ease the pain. Wants to scream but can’t stand seeing you cry, so he hugs you instead.

How he comforts you: Emotional teddy bear mode activated. Long hugs, crying with you, giving big warm speeches about how you’re worth so much more.

“They just dosen't deserve you, they don't deserve your tears, you're so amazing”

Extra: Will accidentally send an “I hope you step on Legos forever” message to your ex. Doesn’t regret it.

Wooyoung

How he finds out: You text him asking : “Are you free? I need you.” That’s all it takes — he knows something’s wrong. Comes ASAP and when he see you, immediately notices your red eyes.

“Wait. What happened? Are you crying?”

First reaction: Goes from 0 to 100. Gets hot-headed immediately — fires off 200 insults about your ex before even hearing the full story. Is very vocal about how terrible your partner is. Wants to call them out or at least rant with you. Then holds your hand and softens.

“You didn’t deserve that. I hate seeing you like this.”

Anger level: Ready to ruin your ex’s life. Will barely restrains himself.

How he comforts you: Throws his arms around you, does everything to make you laugh. Would 1000% pull up with a full PowerPoint on why your ex is trash and you’re a goddess.

Extra: Starts a full “delete your ex from the planet” montage with you — deleting pics, blocking them, affirming your worth the whole time.

Jongho

How he finds out: You’re out grabbing coffee and he notices you're not eating, barely smiling. He gets it out of you.

First reaction: Lips pressed into a thin line. “He cheated on you?” He’s calm, but scary calm — his silence is heavy.

Anger level: Lowkey threatening. If he sees your ex, he might not throw a punch, but he’ll make sure the guy feels two inches tall.

“Tell me his name. I just want to talk…” (He doesn't just want to talk.)

How he comforts you: Keeps his arm around your shoulders the whole time. Brings your favorite snack without saying a word.

“You're stronger than this. But you don’t have to be right now.”

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Ans i wish you all a very nice day 🫶🥰

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diarylogbook08 · 2 months ago

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Ateez isn't ateez if they don't roast each other for real 🤣🤣🤣 also the fact san didn't had to turn and knew that gremlin was listening to them I can't Bahahah

Wooyoung roasting moment

#ateez #atiny #ateez Spotify #ateez funny moments #ateez updates

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Ateez as dads : Polls results 🥰

The chaotic, glittery, overly affectionate, nerf-war-loving parenting saga has come to an end… and the results are IN. Before the reveal with obviously no big surprises 😂🤭 I wanna thank you all for your involvement in this very serious and extremely scientific dad analysis. 👨‍👧‍👦💅 !!

Thank you to everyone who voted, debated, screamed, and emotionally adopted each member through this chaotic and wholesome journey of #DadEnergy 🍱🍼💪

✨ From tea parties to TikTok dances, from jungle gyms to glitter bombs — you voted, debated, you imagined matching onesies and chaotic family dinners— and collectively decided what kind of dads the ATEEZ boys would be. Now let’s review the wild, wholesome ride:

HONGJOONG –🗳️ 53 votes 🏆 Most likely to juggle family band duties while being adopted by the PTA (he’s trying his best 😭) 👨‍👧‍👦 Both (he’s exhausted) – 37.7% 💅 Girl Dad – 35.8% 👶 He’s actually the child – 17% 😎 Boy Dad – 9.4%

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SEONGHWA –🗳️ 45 votes 🏆 Most likely to turn his house into a daycare with matching outfits for all. ✨ Both (and it’s perfectly organized) – 40% 🌸 Girl Dad – 24.4% 🙃 Fleet adopter – 24.4% 🚙 Boy Dad – 11.1%

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YUNHO –🗳️ 27 votes 🏆 The Olympic dad — parenting is a full-contact sport and he’s winning. Nerf war commander with a tiara? Absolutely. 🤹 Both (chaos deluxe) – 40.7% 🥷 Boy Dad – 25.9% 🩰 Girl Dad – 18.5% 🤪 Cool uncle energy – 14.8%

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YEOSANG –🗳️ 17 votes 🏆 Honestly? This wasn’t even close. She runs the household now. Yeosang obeys. 😈 Girl Dad (and she’s scarier than him) – 64.7% 🛹 Boy Dad – 17.6% 😎 Both – 11.8% 🌿 Dinosaur/zoo/plant dad – 5.9%

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SAN –🗳️ 22 votes 🏆 Another dad utterly owned by his princess, the girlies rule the house, clearly. 👑 Girl Dad (she owns him) – 50% 🥈 Both (overwhelmed and full of snacks) – 40.9% 🐾 Cat army commander – 9.1% 💥 Boy Dad – 0% 😭

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MINGI –🗳️ 25 votes 🏆 Everyone agreed: this man is raising the next viral dance squad. And maybe pirates. Unclear. 🥇 Both (and it’s a 7AM party) – 52% 🥁 Boy Dad – 20% 🏕️ Camp counselor vibes – 16% ✨ Girl Dad – 12%

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WOOYOUNG –🗳️ 27 votes 🏆 Every day is fashion + chaos + cupcakes. Honestly? Iconic. 🧚‍♀️ Girl Dad (chaotic slay duo) – 55.6% 🥈 Both – 37% 🃏 Boy Dad menace – 3.7% 🤡 He's the kid – 3.7%

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JONGHO –🗳️ 18 votes 🏆 Strong arms, soft heart — Soccer Dad supremacy 🥇 Boy Dad – 38.9% 🥈 Both – 33.3% 🎀 Girl Dad – 22.2% ⭐ Neighborhood Uncle – 5.6%

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📌 TOTAL VOTES ACROSS THE SERIES: 234

🌟 THE CATEGORIES THE PEOPLE CHOSE 🌟

🥇Most Voted Member: Hongjoong with 53 votes – exhausted but still thriving (someone give him a nap)

🎀 Reigning Girl Dad: Wooyoung – 55.6% said “Slay, fairy princess!” The glitter didn’t stand a chance.

⚽ Ultimate Boy Dad: Jongho with 38.9% – World Cup prep and apple-splitting discipline. Respect.

😈 Girl Dad Supreme: Yeosang – 64.7% feared and adored his little villain in princess.

🧼 Most organized: Seonghwa with 40%, house always clean, laundry fold and lunches boxes packed with love and care

💃 Most Chaotic Energy: Mingi (undeniably) with 52% – 7AM dance parties and bedtime beatboxing. Camp Mingi forever.

🌸 Princess Protector of the Year: San – 50% agreed: she owns him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Thank you to all 254 voters for making this so epic! —and stay tuned for more, next post coming soon 😉🫶

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🎭 Let's Dance (Ateez Scenario)

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader | Words : 3 105

AU Type: Best friend AU

Summary : You just got news that a dream opportunity you worked really hard for fell through. It’s your birthday, but you feel like you don’t deserve to celebrate...

The music was loud—too loud. People were everywhere: dancing, drinking, laughing in tight circles that pulsed with energy. You stood at the edge of it all, clutching a cup that had long since gone warm, the buzz of conversation barely registering.

Even when you’d spent all afternoon marveling at how many candles you could fit on a two‑tier cake—twenty‑six looked impossibly beautiful, like a tiny galaxy glowing atop whipped cream and strawberries. Your apartment had never looked so festive: pastel balloons lined the walls, fairy lights twinkled overhead, and friends in cheerful outfits milled about, plastic cups of sparkling cider in hand. You ought to have felt on top of the world. After all, it was your birthday.

But right now you wished hadn’t wanted this party.

You were standing in a corner of your own birthday celebration, watching through the crowded apartment as the bass rattled the walls and the lights dimmed to a golden haze. Someone had turned your kitchen into a bar; your living room had become a dance floor. You’d told yourself it would be a distraction—a night of noise to drown out the news you hadn’t shared with anyone yet.

Somebody had decorated with string lights and balloons, a cheerful scatter of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” banners across the bar. Your name was written in glitter. You should have been grateful. You should have been thrilled. But all you felt was hollow.

It wasn’t even supposed to be a big deal.

A missed opportunity.

One rejection email.

Just a stupid audition—one out of dozens.

Now you were here, shoulders stiff in a too‑fancy dress, the room full of warmth you couldn’t absorb. Laughter echoed off the walls; the bass thumped under your shoes. Streamers curled in the corners like smiles that didn’t reach the eyes.

You were surrounded, yet achingly alone.

Every time someone came up to say “happy birthday,” you smiled as if you meant it. You said “thank you” and nodded when they asked how you were doing. You were a perfect performance in heels. But behind the polite responses lurked the aftertaste of rejection—heavy and acidic. You’d poured yourself into that audition, months of work, and today of all days the email had hit your inbox like a cruel joke.

Your face was starting to ache from smiling too long. You could feel it cracking. The message still burned in the back of your mind. You’d received it hours before the party, sitting alone on your bed in the outfit you’d picked out three days ago. The words blurred now, but the ache in your chest was sharp. You hadn’t told anyone. What was the point? Who would understand that one sentence could unravel months of effort, of dreaming, of hoping?

The bass thrummed under your feet like a second heartbeat—heavy, constant, indifferent to your mood. Laughter floated over the beat, glasses clinked somewhere near the kitchen, and someone shouted over the music that the cake was melting.

The living room was packed with people—some faces familiar, others barely known—all swaying or shouting or perching on the arms of couches as if this night meant something. It should have. After all, it was your birthday.

But the weight in your chest refused to lift.

You slipped into the hallway just off the main room, pressing against the wall like an extra shadow. You had smiled when you arrived. You had smiled when they brought out the banner. You had smiled even when the first candle nearly burned a hole in the cake box. You were the picture of someone having a good time—no one knew that just an hour before, your email inbox had shattered you.

The subject line still rang in your head like a bell you couldn’t un‑hear. You closed your eyes. You took a drink, moved through the party like a ghost, gravitating toward the far end of the living room—near the patio door where the air was cooler and quieter.

And then, as if the universe hadn’t messed with you enough tonight, you heard his voice.

“Y/N! There you are—finally. I’ve been looking for you since, like, the cake crisis.”

Wooyoung.

You opened your eyes but didn’t turn right away. You weren’t ready. Not for him. He always saw too much. But it didn’t matter. You felt him appear at your side anyway, buzzing with that untouchable energy.

“Hey—are you okay?” He asked with tone filled of concern.

You finally managed to turn around. He was standing there, leaned against the doorframe, red Solo cup in one hand and suspicion in his eyes. He was dressed to the nines—dark, slouchy button‑down tucked into black ripped jeans, chains layered just right, and a leather jacket. The kind of effort only he could pull off at a house party. The party lights gilding his hair — that was a glorious mess, like sunshine trapped in glass. He wore that grin of his—half‑tease, half‑genuine concern. His smile could’ve powered the lights around you. He smelled like cedar and something fizzy. You offered him a smile: thin, practiced.

“Yeah. Just tired.”

He didn’t buy it. His gaze scanned your face. Wooyoung was always the life of the party—the whirlwind in the room—but when he stilled like this, when his focus narrowed, it felt like standing under a spotlight.

“Then why are you hiding like a ghost at your own party?”

“I’m not—” you mumbled.

He cut you off, stepping closer. “It’s your party, and you look like someone died. Or worse, like you’re about to cry in the bathroom and ghost the whole night.”

Your stomach twisted. “Don’t worry about it.”

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping. “I do worry. That’s why I’m here.”

There was a flicker of something soft behind the teasing—too sincere, too direct. You shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the crowd. You weren’t sure when the music had gotten louder, or if it was just the ringing in your head.

He leaned in—not touching you, but close enough to make your heart race. You tried for a laugh, lighthearted, but it barely escaped.

“I just—I needed a breather. Nothing more.”

He watched you, and you could feel it—not flirtatious, not teasing. Just quiet observation. It was worse. So much worse.

“Liar,” he said softly. “You’ve got your ‘bad news’ face on.”

Your throat tightened. You swallowed hard. “What does that even mean?”

“It’s the face you made when your favorite café closed. And when you thought your fish died but it was just upside down.”

Of course, as your best friend, Wooyoung knew you like no one else. One look and he could guess. Words weren’t necessary. He read you like an open book.

You turned to glare at him, but he grinned—a soft, gentle grin, not cocky. He knew how far to push and when to pull back. The party pulsed on in the next room. Someone cheered. Another song kicked in. The balcony door creaked open and slammed shut. Time went on like nothing was wrong.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing your cup and placing it on the nearest surface.

You blinked. “What? Wooyoung, it’s my party.”

“And you look like you’d rather be anywhere else. So I’m stealing you,” he grinned. “Birthday girl doesn’t get to mope in a corner, not on my watch. Come on.”

“Where are we—”

Wooyoung didn’t let you finish.

“Don’t argue. Just trust me.”

He didn’t wait for your reply. His hand wrapped around your wrist and gently tugged you through the crowd. You let him.

You passed familiar faces, friends shouting your name, someone calling for a group photo. Wooyoung ignored it all. His grip was warm, steady, and when you reached the door, he pushed it open with one hand.

You ended up in the fenced courtyard behind the building. The laughter and bass were muffled now, like a dream fading away. Cool night air swept over your arms. The hum of the city replaced the thudding beat. You looked around: brick walls, weeds sprouting between cracked pavement, and a string of forgotten party lights from a long‑ago event.

You hadn’t realized how stuffy the party was until the night air hit you. He let go of your hand only once you were standing under those old bulbs, flickering overhead like forgotten fireflies.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “It’s cold.”

“I’ll warm you up,” he said with his notorious and mischievous grin, and you snorted.

“I’m serious, Woo.”

“So am I.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped a few times, and soon music drifted out of the speaker—just loud enough to hear, hauntingly familiar.

He hit play, and the opening guitar of “Shut Up and Dance” cut through the night air. The beat kicked in like a jolt of electricity, and you flinched. Your eyes widen.

“No.”

“Oh yes.” He drops into a little spin and holds out his hand. “Let's Dance.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Too late. I'll force you if i have to.”

You blink. “You’re kidding.”

He grins. “What, this song’s a classic.”

You stare at him, half laughing, half horrified. “Are you serious?”

“I dragged you out of your own party. You owe me a dance.”

“Wooyoung—”

You try to back away, but he steps closer and holds out his hand. “Shut up and dance with me.”

You stare at him—mocking, teasing, his smile too bright. The music builds and he lifts an eyebrow. Part of you wants to laugh. Part of you wants to cry. You haven’t even told him. And yet here he is, pulling you out of a party you never really felt part of, playing this song of all things, as if he somehow knows exactly the kind of break your heart needs.

“You don’t even know what’s wrong,” you whisper.

“Don’t need to. I know you. And you look like you’re stuck inside your own head, and if I let you stay there any longer, you’ll miss your own birthday.”

His hand is still outstretched—open, waiting. You hesitate for only a moment before slowly sliding yours into his. Wooyoung pulls you in—not too fast, not like the wild dances you’ve shared at other parties. He’s patient. Steady. One hand on your waist, the other keeping yours close as he guides you through a loose sway that barely qualifies as dancing. You don’t speak. Neither does he. He pulls you in, close enough that your fingers graze the edge of his jacket, close enough that his laugh vibrates against your cheek when you stumble over your first step. He doesn’t care. He just moves—loose and confident, off‑beat on purpose. You spin. You slip. He catches you.

The night spins with you—city lights blurring into stars and headlights, the echo of the chorus bouncing off pavement. You forget how heavy your body felt, how stiff your heart had grown. You laugh so hard your ribs ache. And when Wooyoung twirls you into him—hands braced against his chest—your breath catches.

But with each beat, the pressure in your chest loosens. The tension falls from your shoulders. Your breathing slows. He spins you once more, catching you again with a grin that makes your stomach twist in a way that has nothing to do with sadness.

“There she is,” he murmurs.

You look up at him. The glow from a the softs lights his jawline, casts soft shadows beneath his lashes. His thumb brushes against the back of your hand.

You cave around the second verse—partly because he’s relentless, partly because you’re tired of being sad. It starts with your hands in his. You let him spin you once, clumsily. Then again. Then his hand slides to your waist, and it’s ridiculous how easily he leads you across the uneven concrete like it’s a ballroom floor.

He mouths the lyrics dramatically, overacting every line, until you can’t help but laugh. Your stomach aches from smiling. The stars above the city are hazy, and the lights buzz like they’re rooting for him.

The moment floats, separate from the day, the week, the rejection letter folded in your jacket pocket. And somewhere between choruses, you realize you forgot to care. Your footsteps match his effortlessly, the space between you crackling with nervous energy. He leads with confident spins and gentle lifts, all improvised. You laugh, breathless.

The starlit sky feels infinitely wide, as though even if the world closed one door on you, this streetlamp‑lit clearing was its own secret universe. It’s not fireworks. It’s not a movie‑score swell. You laugh again, tears wiped away, the party a world away. The night feels new, rewound.

The moment is so impossibly normal—two friends dancing under lamp‑lit oaks, ignoring the world’s expectations. Except it isn’t entirely normal. You feel the thrill of close proximity: the way his shirt brushes your arm, how your heartbeat matches the drum kick in the song. And when Wooyoung turns you for a slow dip at the bridge of the chorus, the air swooshes around you, electric as the whisper of stars in a restless night.

He gives you one last spin just because he can. You fall into him, dizzy, grinning. And this time, when he sings, “Shut up and dance with me,” you don’t hesitate to sing with him.

The music ends. The silence is soft. He stops moving all at once. You’re breathless, laughing, caught mid‑spin. He doesn’t let go of your waist; his forehead rests against yours. You can feel his smile. His voice is quieter now, lost beneath the trailing end of the song.

“You didn’t tell me what happened.”

You look down. His fingers brush under your chin, lifting your gaze back to him.

“Was it the audition?” he asks gently.

You nod, barely. You didn’t even realize your eyes were watering until his fingers brushed a tear from your cheek.

“I didn’t get in,” you whisper. “The program. I worked so hard and… they didn’t even put me on the waitlist. Just a flat no.”

He nods like he’d already guessed. You wait for him to say something cliché—“You’ll get it next time,” or “They don’t know what they’re missing.” But he doesn’t. Wooyoung’s expression shifts. The usual mischief fades into something slower, warmer.

“I get it,” he says quietly. “When you put everything into something and it still fails, it feels like the world should stop. And then it doesn’t. It just… keeps going, like your pain isn’t important enough.”

“I thought I had it. I really thought—” Your voice cracks. “And now it just feels like everything I worked for was a waste.”

He cups your cheek; his hand is cool from the air. “Listen to me,” he says, serious now. “You didn’t fail. You got told ‘not yet.’ That’s all.”

You can’t respond. His words slide past the wall in your chest and hit something tender.

“You’re allowed to be upset,” he adds. “But you’re not allowed to hate yourself for it. I know what it feels like to watch something you care about fall apart,” he says. “And I know how easy it is to pretend you’re fine when you’re not. You always do that—smile, laugh, disappear a little. But I see you. I see everything.”

His thumb brushes your cheekbone, and suddenly the space between you feels electric. Too quiet. Too close. Your heart stumbles. You let out a shaky breath, heavier than you expected. He leans in then, just a little, forehead almost touching yours.

“Just… don’t forget that this one thing doesn’t define you. You’re still the most talented, stubborn, brilliant person I know. And one rejection doesn’t change that.”

You blink up at him, heat blooming in your chest—something fragile and new.

“Wooyoung…” you start, unsure.

But he smiles.

“Look,” he says softly, “I didn’t bring you out here just to dance.”

“Oh?” you try to joke. “Was there going to be cake?”

He steps closer, and your breath catches. “No,” he says. “There was going to be this.”

Then he kisses you. It’s the kind of kiss that doesn’t rush, the kind that anchors. It’s slow. Certain. Like he’s been waiting for exactly this moment—and knew it was right. The music fades. The city hums. In the quiet, you fall into him, into this dance, into something that might not fix everything but makes you believe—tonight at least—that things will be okay.

He pulls back just enough to press his forehead to yours again, eyes closed. You look up, and the space between you shifts. Something old and familiar, something you’d felt for a while but never dared test, sparks between your joined hands. His eyes stay on yours.

“That,” he whispers, “was better than any cake.”

You don’t speak. Then he says, “You deserve good things, even when the world says no, even when you doubt it.”

He’s still holding your hand. The streetlight paints his cheekbone gold, and his lips are so close you can feel the question in them.

“I still can’t believe you got me out here,” you say, voice trembling. Guilt gnaws at you—feeling selfish for dragging him into your meltdown.

He waves a hand. “Hey, birthdays only come once a year. There was no way I’d let you be sad all night. You really thought you could fail once and suddenly be worthless? No. That’s illegal thinking.”

Slowly, deliberately, he leans in again, and his lips brush yours in a soft, questioning press. You realize you’ve been waiting for this, though you didn’t fully know why—maybe because no one has ever believed in every version of you like he does.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers between your lips, forehead resting against yours, breath warm in the cool night.

You smile—an honest, heart‑wide grin. He brushes a stray hair from your face, thumb lingering at your cheek. The party’s noise feels miles away; it’s just the two of you in silent communication.

“Y/N,” he begins, voice husky, “I’ve loved you longer than I can count. And I plan to keep dancing with you… as many times as it takes.”

Your chest tightens at the weight of his words. For the first time all night, the future feels less like a closed door and more like a duet waiting to be danced. They say the world looks different after a good cry and an even better dance. You believe it now. As Wooyoung brushes his thumb over your cheek, you grin at him, pulse still thrumming from the kisses and the confession.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He shrugs, playful as ever. “Anytime.”

You smile, and this time it feels real. Together, you head back toward the distant thump of the party, hand in hand, knowing this birthday might be the best one yet.

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