#( * wooyoung x aera. )

[whimsicalwritingsandmore]

Replay | ateez x reader

Pairing: pirate!ateez x adventurer!reader

Genre: adventure, fantasy, time travel, poly

Warnings: mention of a panic attack, mention of a sharp object.

Word Count: 1475 words

Summary: You're given a second chance to change things. But will you go or stay?

a/n: hello hello! welcome to my first one-shot! (but not really hehe) if you're new and found my account for the first time, I hope you enjoy my stories and it's really wonderful to have you here! :) In an update a while ago, I mentioned that I currently have a plethora of story ideas that I would love to develop into a full-length series one day, but for now, in order to not overwhelm myself, I will be posting these stories as one-shots/imagines so that I can share it with all of you and come back to it later on! This is my first one inspired by Marry My Husband and set in a world like the Choices' game Blades of Light and Shadow! Let me know what you think and happy reading! <3

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You're standing at the plank, back against the sea, tears streaming down your face. You refuse to look up at your lovers. There's a rollercoaster of emotions going on inside you, ranging from pain, hurt and betrayal to anger. 

They chose her over you, believed her melodious and cunning lies, and expect you to apologize to her. You're not looking up but from under your eyes, you can see her figure cozying up next to Wooyoung's. He's telling her not to cry, wiping away those crocodile tears in contrast to your real ones. 

Raw rage is slowly thrumming through your veins and resentment is coiling in your stomach as a vortex of anger gradually swirls inside. You've had enough honestly and you were no longer going to bend to anyone.

"Just apologize Y/N." Hongjoong remarks in a cold and distant voice.

His sword is right in front of you, barring you from getting off the plank.

"For what?" you respond icily,  "I've done nothing wrong."

Hongjoong grumbles under his breath and another person steps in, you recognize its Seonghwa by his boots.

"Please Y/N, don't be childish. Aera is younger than you, she needs us to look after her. You can't get jealous so easily."

Jealous. Such a funny word coming out of your lover's mouth. It's hypocritical rather, because your eight lovers lose it over the slightest glance someone casts in your direction.

You find it ridiculous.

The girl weasled her way onto the ship, and you had a bad feeling about it since day one. But you didn't think it would come to this. 

Love. That's all you ever wanted, and you found it in these eight men, who you had been with since the age of 16. They loved you more than anything, at least, that's what they said.

The only thing you want more than anything right now is to go back and choose differently. 

"I—" you declare, "I hope in my next life, true love finds me."

"Y/N what—" Yunho begins but you cut him off.

"I hope I meet someone who truly loves me and I hope it isn't any of you." 

You raise your head and look at Hongjoong directly in his eyes. He's taken aback at that cold and empty look in yours. He can see the wheels turning in your head but he’s not sure what you’re planning.

"Traitor." You verbalize before running into his sword.

"NO!" All eight voices ring out.

Shouts and screams erupt from all eight men as your blood begins to stain Hongjoong’s sword.

"Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Hongjoong screams.

You pull away and stumble backward towards the edge. San tries to reach for you but you pull your hand away and fall into the sea.

You're thinking this is where your story ends but actually dear one, this is only the beginning.

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You startle out of your trance. You're in the fortune teller's shop. Blinking around haphazardly, you try to zero-in on your surroundings. Memories flood into your mind as you recognize where you are. This is the shop you visited when you were in the town of Maverick - it would be a month before everything happens.

You're dumbstruck by what just happened. Just moments ago, you were on the plank, ran yourself into Hongjoong’s sword and fell into the cold raging sea. Now, sitting in front of you, the elderly tarot reader draws some cards and gives you a reading.

"You're in for a big change dearie. I see the wheel of fortune is in your favour but be warned, the justice card reversed suggests there is dishonesty somewhere. "

“And this one?” you ask, pointing to the death card.

“In its upright position, it reveals that beginnings and change is expected. You’re nearing the end of a cycle.”

You don't ask for a further explanation, you pay and leave, walking back to the tavern where the boys are currently in. But as you walk out the shop's door, it begins to rain.

No...

Immediately, memories rush into your mind as you recall the timeline of events. It will rain and then the dam that's near the town will break, unleashing a flood. Aera is already with you all, the boys bringing her back home to her father after she got herself caught up with some misfits. But when the flood hits, everyone will scamper and she will come back with you all, joining the crew and then ruining everything you had with the boys.

Reaching the tavern, you watch from outside: all the boys are sitting around a table while Aera's father brings another round of drinks, and says something to Hongjoong. Aera stands at the far back of the room but you can tell there is something on her mind, that dubious and suspicious glint in her eyes. Her father walks back, she asks him something and then he scolds her before walking away. She balls her fists but then regains her composure before hopping over to your boys.

Previously, none of this had happened, as far as you remembered. After visiting the tarot reader, you waltzed into the tavern, pecked San and Jongho on the cheeks before placing yourself next to Yeosang who drew you closer to sit on his lap, his arm around you bringing you in closer. Aera did not come and sit with you all.

This time you hesitate entering the tavern, wondering if wandering around, accidentally getting lost or going the other way would be better. 

Love. That's all you ever wanted and you thought it would be with these eight boys. Now, you weren't so sure.

Little did you know, this moment of hesitation will change the course of your life. As you continue to think about your next course of action, a figure runs into you, bringing you down with him.

"What the—" Before you can even question, the figure jolts up, ready to run again. But you're quick on your feet too, and you grab the person by their wrist.

"Now wait a minute Mister," you begin but you're cut off by shrill shouts.

"There he is! Get him!"

You turn to the voices but before you can look at the person, he grabs your hand and pulls you with him. 

You have no idea why you're even running with him. You're strong enough to break free and go your merry way but as you study his back, you're intrigued — this black hair guy has a pretty feathered twist in his hair and silver dangle earrings. Something about him entices you.

He leads you down an alleyway, over a wall and then into an open field. The next thing you knew, you are on top of a hill that overlooks the town. He brings you behind a tree and you rest against the bark, trying to regulate your breath. The stranger crouches down attempting to do the same.

"You're insane." You remark.

"Yeah well, you were slowing me down so I had to bring you with me if I wanted to get away."

He doesn’t seem dangerous but rather, very amiable. The rain has stopped and there is only a slight drizzle, but from on top of the hill, you can see the dam that’s about to burst.

"No...the dam..." you mutter in-between breaths.

The stranger turns to the dam’s direction and his eyes widen. The dam erupts and rains down like a waterfall. You watch in fear and fright at the sight and your mind races to the boys, but deep down you know that they'll escape. 

But this time, you're not with them. You're with this stranger, now apart from them. 

"Hey are you okay?"

There's a wave of emotions and you feel yourself spiralling into panic. Your heart pounds in your chest and a familiar grip of fear tightens your chest, each breath of yours shallower than the last. Suddenly, the stranger holds you gently, looking at you with a reassuring calmness.

"Hey, don’t look there, look at me okay? Deep breaths, you can do it, take your time and follow me."

You do as you're told, the stranger running soothing circles on your forearms provides a sense of comfort and relief, and after a few minutes you finally compose yourself, staring out at the now submerged town. It's heartbreaking. 

"Where are you going to go?" he asks.

"I don't know." You answer.

The stranger hums and thinks for a minute before getting up and stretching out his hand for yours.

"Let's get going together then."

You're taken aback by his boldness but fascinated and captivated at the same time.

"I don't even know your name." you voice out.

He helps you up and gives you a polite smile, one that is soft and heartfelt.

"Yoonghoon. My name is Kim Yoonghoon."

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓑𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮 [𝓙𝓦𝓨] 𝓟𝓽. 3

♡ Pairing : MafiaBoss!Jung Wooyoung x F!Reader

♡ Summary : He told you not to face his demons, but what he didn't know is that you knew his demons better than he laid eyes on them.

♡ Warnings : Angst, Wooyoung has serious anger issues, protective!woo, woo isnt really an asshole later on, Woo really isn't much of an asshole in this, mentions of other group members, reader is too good for her own good, a very soft reader, Suggestive themes at the end, Rough make-out session.

♡ Disclaimer : I strictly do not support this kind of behavior and that this is a fic, so read it as a fic. All the characters in this fic may be extremely cruel but do know this doesn't represent any characteristic of the real life people and that this is just a fic written by me.

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♡ Aera's Note : Feedback on this is one is greatly appreciated!!

You were yet again, forced to join one of these fanciest clubs. Wooyoung had gotten you to dress yourself in the most tight fitting long white silk dress. Your hands were decorated with lacy white gloves and your hair was curled perfectly above your shoulder making you look seductive and innocent as ever. Your eyes showed no emotion just like your body didn't react anymore like before to his lingering touches. You had come to get yourself to love those trailing touches and kisses which were imprinted on your body. The long slit of your dress exposed your bare thigh for everyone.

You were sat next to Wooyoung when an unfamiliar guy entered the room. You noticed the instant shift in Wooyoung's gaze and the way his figure turned uncomfortable from his presence. The guy walked up to you, his eyes meeting Wooyoung's in a dark gaze and his lips instantly curl up in a smirk from noticing the change in his behavior. "Jung Wooyoung, didn't expect to see you here." Wooyoung's jaw clenches slightly, "Same goes to you too, Jung Yoon-Oh. It's been a while, isn't it?" It was now time for Jaehyun to clench his jaw, "Jaehyun. It's Jung Jaehyun for you."

Wooyoung's grins in satisfaction, only for it to be cut short when Jaehyun's eyes travelled to Y/n. "And Who is this pretty gir-" Jaehyun's voice dies down in his throat when his eyes glances over her collarbone to find Wooyoung's initials, 'JWY' inked onto her soft skin. Wooyoung's gaze instantly darkens again, but Jaehyun didn't dare question whatever he witnessed. He clears his throat before regaining his composure and moving his eyes back to Wooyoung. "I need to speak to you about something."

Wooyoung takes a deep breath, "I have nothing to speak about with you, Brother." He spats out, his tone laced with venom and hate. "It's about our father, and-" "We'll talk about this later. Alone." Jaehyun hesitantly gives him a nod, before going away from his brother. His eyes soften when he is completely out of Wooyoung's sight, his heart aches to see his younger brother be so heartless. The confined look on the girl's face made him realise how heartless his brother had turned out to be, it made him realise what a monster they had turned him into.

Wooyoung knocked on Seonghwa's office door, not caring if he heard a 'come in', he barged through the door making Seonghwa's attention swiftly switch to him. It had been about two months since their last fight, needless to say, Seonghwa certainly was still not settled with Wooyoung's actions."I don't want to talk to-" "I met Jaehyun hyung, today." Wooyoung spoke, walking towards the big white couch. "Wait, what?" "You heard me, hyung." Seonghwa quickly paced towards him, "What did he say now?" Wooyoung takes a deep breath before answering Seonghwa. "He wants to talk about our father, and his condition."

Seonghwa scoffed in disbelief, his hands fidget in anger and rage. "After ten fucking years, he had the the fucking guts to talk about your father with the first time you met?" Wooyoung's eyes twitch when he "This... This isn't the first time I met him after a long time, hyung. I met him two weeks ago and it certainly didn't go well." Seonghwa lets out a deep sigh after hearing his sentence, not being one bit fazed by his words. "Now that explains the bloodstains on your shirt and the dagger in your hand the other day. What do you plan on doing now? I can train the team for the attack-"

"Not yet hyung." That's when Seonghwa observed the change in his eyes. His eyes flickered with unknown pain and fury, which he held in with all the efforts, so he didn't hurt him. Seonghwa now really wondered what was going on in his mind.

You flinched hard every time your ears heard the sounds of loud crashing.

Flashback

Your younger self crouched down in the corner, hugging your legs to your chest in fear. Your little hands shook in fear from the loud crashing sounds coming from downstairs. You were ten, you were a literal child. A small fragile child who was trying to comprehend why those big black men entered your house when your family was going out for a long vacation with your family. Your shining eyes teared up from remembering the fear that shone over your parents faces when they rushed you to run to your room. That night, although you heard all those loud cries for help and loud noises, you failed to protect them.

You were pulled out of your trance when you heard the loud scream coming from Wooyoung's office, it sounded certainly very familiar to you. You stare at the plain wooden door, your hands reaching out for the door knob but you instantly flinch from the other loud thrashing sound escaping the room. Your hands shiver in fear and a tear escapes your eyes but you force yourself to turn the knob. You were welcomed by the sight of a completely messed up room, with all the vases and decorations shattered into pieces.

You looked around the room to be greeted by Wooyoung's broad back facing you, "Get the fuck out of here Y/n." This was the very first time he had called you by your actual name, and his furious tone made you shudder in your place. His eyes close shut in annoyance when he hears footsteps approaching his figure slowly. He turns around swiftly, pushing you against the wall making your back hit the wall harshly. His hands bring out his dagger from his back pocket in a second before pressing the dark black dagger against your throat.

"Why don't you fucking obey a rule?" His eyes finally met yours which were filled with utter fear and.. Pain? Your throat bobs slightly as you gulp down in fear. You couldn't believe who you were seeing, was it really him? The strange furious and crazy look on his face, and the dagger he pressed at your throat made you feel like it was the biggest mistake to walk through the door. After all those nights of ending up in his bed, your face pushed into the pillows as he pounded ruthlessly into you while he bruised your soft skin, you should have definitely known better.

You should have known that you were just his fucking puppet, his fucktoy. What would you even expect from this asshole?

But there was still a little hope in your little heart which tried to look for the reason. The empty reason as to why was he so triggered. Your heart pounds faster with fear from having contact with his sharp eyes which glinted with an unfamiliar rage. His dagger slightly dug into your skin, slashing through the thin layer of your skin. You do nothing but let out a wince in pain as tears continue to run down your eyes."P-Please." Your soft voice pleaded making him snap out his trance slightly.

His eyes unknowingly soften and his hand shake before letting the dagger slip out and fall to the ground. Wooyoung's eyes twitch slightly before he takes a deep breath, his anger not yet cooled down. "Get out" His finger presses over the fresh cut on your neck, making your blood stick to his skin. He got an unknown sense of relief from the sight of blood, while he felt an inner voice screaming at him to get away from you. He was too dangerous for your fragile figure, but wasn't he always this dangerous to your fragile figure?

He was cut off from his trail of thoughts when he heard your soft whimper, his head snapped towards you with widened eyes. "N-No. You n-need help." Your voice seemed so innocent and your teary eyes were now red from crying. His hands now come up to grasp your jaw, "You don't know what you are getting yourself into kitten. Get out." Your hands latched onto his shoulders, "I don't care what I'm getting myself into, you've already dragged me into this mess."

His grip on your jaw tightens if that could happen, "Then how will you help me? What can you fucking do, kitten?" The next moment you pull him down for a rough kiss, and your hands ball into fists, ruining his well ironed shirt. Your lower lip gets captured by his teeth in a harsh grip as he bites down on the soft skin and pulls away. "Use me, Master." You couldn't believe the words you let out but your mind has no space for thinking when his lips smash over yours yet again. His hands move down to your waist, squeezing at your sides.

"I fucking- Will, kitten." Wooyoung utters out in between your kisses before grasping your thigh with his large hands. You were unwillingly content with yourself for what you just did. Maybe all those nights weren't really forced, maybe you didn't hate ending up in his bed with your face pushed into the pillows or his hand wrapped around your neck while he pounds his cock into you. Maybe you preferred all that than knowing you left him all alone like everyone else did.

Maybe you finally were trappped into the love maze created by Jung Wooyoung just for you. Maybe he had set a burning desire in you too.

Okay so this took me long enough although it's a short chapter, but believe me, there will be longer chapters soon. 🤭

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[phenomenalgirl9]

Idol/Actor!Wang Yibo x Idol/Actor!Reader: Drama

A/n: I am crazy about this guy okay. And idc There just arent enough fics about him so I'll fix that😭 (Y/n is a member of a group called Enigma, with Leader Aera, Nix, Flora and Soojin. They're under ✨KQ✨)

Summary: Yibo, the legendary actor from the Chinese drama The Untamed had finally been cast in a Korean Drama. What happens when he meets this recently debuted Idol, and finds them interesting. Will he act on his interest?

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Even before your trainee and pre-debut days you've wanted to become an idol plus actor so when your manager brought you an acting gig you jumped into action. Since then it's been a progressive journey, with your group's performances and comebacks you barely managed, but it made you happy.

"Y/n! Come on, leave the script alone, please just practice one last time before you leave. You can rehearse it more on the way anyway!" You leader Aera called out. You huffed and kept it inside your bag.

"I really need to get this gig okay!" You said and jumped into position for the practice of the b-side track of your next comeback.

Sweaty and out of breath you collapsed on the ground. "Y/nie?" Nix you other group members asked.

"Yes?" You asked to support the upper-half of your body on your elbows.

"Why are you so desperate for this one?" She asked

"I bet one of her favourite actors is in it? Who is it?" Flora asked. You shook your head and said "I really want it okay, One, it's a good role and two it has good screen time".

Well, lets say the auditions wasn't really difficult.

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"Y/N UNNIE!!!! Y/N UNNIE?!" Soojin came running to you, "The Turn Tables! That's your drama right?!! You made the lead supporting?! There's Wang Yibo!" She huffed and spoke, excited and out of breath.

"What?! How did you know?!" You asked.

"Uh, Soompi" she said "Why didn't you tell us!" She groaned. "I wanted to surprise you guys!" You said

"Wait what?" Flora, who was chilling on her side of the bed asked "Aren't you excited?"

"Excited! I feel like I'd throw up not gonna lie" you said.

"Why? Why would you throw up?" A familiar voice said from the door behind Soojin.

"No what are you two menaces doing here?" Flora asked

"Hey I was invited" Yunho protested

"How did you even imagine to do this without me?" Wooyoung said wiggling his eye brows.

The two took a seat on your bed as Soojin walked out and Flora put on some headphones and said "Don't mind me, I'm gonna nap".

You had called Yunho as he's done romantic roles before and this was your first time. So, Wooyoung helped you run the lines as Yunho guided you better.

"Make your eyes a bit big as you say that" he told you and you nodded your head.

All of you were actually trainees together, specially you Wooyoung, Yeosang and Flora were together even before joining KQ at Bighits. From there, being KQ trainees and then KQ Chicás, you all have come a long way.

(a/n: I made up KQ fellas to KQ Chicás)

And here you were standing infront the elevator in the TV station trying to calm your nerves, when your manager said "Y/n, Look sharp"

You looked up to find Wang Yibo and whom you assume to be his manager walking straight towards you. Your primary trance broke as they stood infront of you both and the two managers greeted eachother.

"Hello sunbaenim, I'm Y/n from Enigma" you bowed and said.

"Hello, I'm Wang Yibo" he bowed back and smiled.

"You're doing the role a Yerin? Right?" The manager asked you. You nodded.

"You have many scenes together, get along well okay" he told you both as Yibo passed a small smile.

"Um, I don't know much people around, how's the Director?" He asked

"Ah, she's very nice and chill, as long as you remember your lines" you said and smiled.

"That's good to know. Lets work well" he said bringing up a fist and said "HWAITING!"

To say you were flustered was an understatement, being in front of Yibo itself short circuited your brain plus the conversation, damn. His smile was so much cuter in reality. You felt your heart melting and that wasn't good for you.

This was the start of a budding friendship between you and Yibo, and you looked forward to the schedules. Because it was a crime and action series it took more time to shoot, as you had fights and chases but you liked them.

The day of your 1st fight scene a few of your members and friends came to cheer you. Hence you found a worried Nix and Aera and a very excited Yeosang and Wooyoung.

"Beat some!" Wooyoung cheered as Aera glared at him. After your scene, Nix, Yeosang and Aera went as they had schedules, but Wooyoung decided to stay back as it was an indoor shoot anyway. Yibo and you had a joint fighting scene which led to you both saving the main female protagonist who was taken by the villains you were "fighting".

"Ackh" you fell to the ground as the charecter fake pushed you and you were thrown on Yibo. And the director shouted "cut". But that moment that Yibo held you and your eyes connected, your heart almost jumped out of your chest.

"I saw that" Wooyoung teased

"What?" You asked as your makeup artist ran up to you to touch up and the fx make up artist came to touch up your fake cuts and bruises.

"You know" he said wiggling his eyebrows "Introduce me? Please"

"No!" You said blushing and looking away

"I swear if you don't, I'll post that picture of yours that I took yesterday while you were eating!" He said laughing

"That's blackmail you bitch" you snickered and motioned him to follow you.

"Sunbaenim" you went up to him.

Wooyoung could see from afar how his eyes almost lit up at your sight.

"Yes, Y/n ssi?" He answered

"My friend here wanted to meet you" You said shyly.

"Hello, I'm Wooyoung from Ateez. It's nice to meet you" Woo said bowing.

"Hello, I'm Wang Yibo." He said and they shook hands.

"Huge fan, of your music and acting" he said

"Ah, trust me I also love your music, KQ really has very good artists and music" he complimented and You knew it was meant for you as well and you smiled.

And even though Wooyoung was a catalyst, after that moment you and Yibo spoke more often and in between shoots y'all were generally found chatting. You even introduced your other members to him. The whole cast along with the main female lead Solbin were all sweet to you and you all were like friends. Wooyoung often visited the site and he had quite the friendship with Yibo considering they both were filled with Gremlin energy. The three of you have also been to grab coffees and had lunches together, with Solbin tagging along too at times.

Yibo genuinely enjoyed your company, and your personality made you easier to talk to. You? You loved talking and joking around with him. Currently you were laughing at how he brought out the handkerchief from his coat pocket and was "cleaning" his fake gun. Just what goes on inside his head?

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You were sleeping as you still had time for the next shot, the comeback and shooting was getting to you. But you had to do it, you felt something warm being draped over you. You open your eyes lightly to see Yibo, draping his coat over your sleeping form. His heart dropped seeing you so tired but he knew this is your dream and you've gotta keep going on. He wished he could be beside you for all those times to come. He loved talking to you, he loved the way your eyes lit up when you talk about your passions and your friends.

You were woken up later for your scene, you found Yibo's jacket drapped over you which brought a smile on your face. It smelt like him, his manly smell and cologne. You were informed of the next scene and you winced, it was the scene where your charecter Yerin sees Yibo and the female protagonist kiss and finally decides to move on. You had go watch him kiss. Well even though its acting even the thought pulls your heart strings, after all your celebrity crush is now your actual crush, and who would like to watch there crush kiss someone else.

"Action" the director yelled and the scene rolled, you walked down the corridor and were about to call Suho (Yibo's charecter) but stopped to find them kissing, you knew all this wasn't real, you knew this was acting but you couldn't stop the tears stinging your eyes threatening to fall. The director gave counts "three, two, one" and you kept stepping back with every count and "run" you ran away from there.

"And Cut!" The director shouted. "Very good Y/n!" He said as you lightly wiped your tears.

"You're okay?" you heard Yibo's voice

You nodded your head.

"Ah our poor Y/nie must be so tired" Solbin said "You did good"

"Thank you" you said bowing not being able to meet anybody's eye. But you could not ponder on that thought for long.

Soon the stylist walked up to you with a huge spray bottle and you went "Wow! Whats that for?" You asked.

"this is your last scene for today, the rain scene remember?" She said and you nodded. Yes, today was the day you'd meet the actor who would be Yerim's love interest. You couldn't remember who it was, well guess you'll meet him in the shoot it self.

Once the artificial rain was on, the director started rolling "POSITIONS, ACTION!"

You ran out and walked off looking downwatds as the script said suddenly you collided with someone, "Oh sorry" he said as you looked up to find Cha EunWoo. You kept following the script, and kept looking into his eyes and he looked at yours, the counts were given before the scene proceeded, with his charector Woosik, seemingly helped you get a cab. As soon as the camera got cut you went to greet Eunwoo. "Oppa! Hi" you called.

"Hi Y/nie! You were good" he said

"You aced it too" you said.

You stood there for some time talking to him, about your current activities. Unknown to you both Yibo's eyes were glued at the two of you, watching closely at the way the two of you were talking to each other. He rushed after you as soon as he watch the two of you bid farewell.

The shoot was over for the day, you were about to leave when, you heard "Y/n! Y/n! You have promotions right?"

"Yess Op- gege" you told him. You've always called him after je asked you not to call him 'sunbae'

"Can i come with you?" He asked

"Umm... Ok. It's in this building anyway" you said.

"Yes. And Y/n call me Oppa instead" he said with a smirk. You were left with a flustered face.

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"What's he doing with you?!" Aera asked

"He is not WITH me! He's just here" you debated as the others shook their heads. The crew of the show took over and provided him with a seat, he was with a mask and cap so it wasn't much of a hassle in any way when he entered with your managers and took a seat behind the cameras.

Soon the show started and Yibo's eyes went wide to see the MC. Damn he's everywhere, Yibo thought. To say he was amazed to watch you dance, sing and rap was an understatement. He really loved the hip-hop style your team used instead of general bubble-pop. He actually followed your songs and progresses since before debut but seeing you up close, his bias was something else. And now that he knows you in person he's almost proud of you. However, the way he tightened his fist every time you and Eunwoo interacted, be it during the interview or side glaces and smiles was visible to anyone who was looking and in this case someone was looking. It was true seeing you even look at Eunwoo pulled at his heartstrings, he hated the way Eunwoo looked at you.

"Oppa, Yibo Oppa" You called out as you found him leaving. Yibo stopped in his tracks at the name you called him, his heartbeating fast.

"Can you do a tiktok with me? Our dance challenge?" You asked when turned to look at you. He nodded. The two of you came to the place where most idols shoot their tiktoks. Only for Yibo to find Eunwoo wait there, probably for you. At least you're not doing it alone with Eunwoo. You showed them the steps of your song as your Manager stood there to record it when asked. You showed them the steps as the two followed and after practicing it twice, you shot it. Thanking the two, all three of you went to you're own ways.

The next day you met a chirpy Yibo who told you "I liked dancing with you, can we do it again like hangout and dance and we could grab a coffee. If you're free sometime" he said

"You will have to teach me your Swalla routine then" you said.

"Deal" he said with his signature smirk.

So, you were waiting at the KQ dance studio, you were wearing some loose cargo with a loose top and a cap. Messing with your phone and decided to post a selfie for your fans, putting a cute caption you did that and as if on queue Yibo entered.

"Hey!" He said and sat beside you on the floor.

"Nobody stopped you right?" You asked

"Nope, but your manager said, I'm welcome here" he said and ruffled your hair.

"Ah Hanguang Jun!" You whine

"Oh god! No!" He laughed

"Oh yes!" You said and stood up, followed by Yibo.

He taught you step by step and you caught on to them fast because you're a fast learner and you've watched the video a million times.

"You're good Lady L/n" he said with a smirk and your heart skipped a beat. After an hour of messing around you filmed the end result dance with Yibo.

That was when an idea struck you and you said "Do you remember the choreo to Falling in love?"

"Yeah somewhat" Yibo nodded

"Let's do it" you said propping him up.

You both took a video reference from youtube to recall the steps and practiced the choreo a good few times. When done the two of you popped on the floor, laughing and exhausted.

Watching you dance made him feel some type of way, you looked so adorable in the baggy dress and so beautiful without make up. He felt himself falling for you more and more. He doesn't know what to do? He has not felt this in a long time, this pull and longing, he can't not act on it.

"I love doing this with you" he side glanced at you and said.

"Me too, it's good to dance with someone else other than my members and Ateez. I'm glad it's you" you said and smiled.

That was when Yibo said he had a video choreo he wanted to try.

"Would you be comfortable?" He asked.

"Yeah I am" you said with flushed cheeks. Who wouldn't want to be close to their crush when the said crush wants it himself.

And you obliged, it was your first time with that kind of dance, but the thrill was killing.

You tried to copy, step by step, memorising them and synchronising your moves. You could swear your heart almost leaped out of his chest each time he drew near.

It was the same with Yibo, looking into your eyes for permission, he held you. Somehow, you, right there in his arms felt so good to him, it felt so right. You lost count of how many times you both got lost into each other's eyes and missed beats. But ultimately, you made it.

After filming that and sharing contacts you both decided to get coffee as you were met by a smirking Yeosang and Yunho on the way.

Soojin knew you had an awesome day the moment she found you at the door smiling ear to ear. You told her everything, starting from how you openly fangirled on his acting as Lan Zhan and his pair with Xiao Zhan which made him blush so red. To how you had a moment when dancing so close. How, even having his hands on your waist was so comfortable for you. What she noticed was how you were falling more and more for Wang Yibo.

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"Really? 7 times?" Yibo asked in shock

"Yea. I just love the whole series. You're chemistry and acting was so on point" you said

"Hey hey!" You heard Wooyoung's voice in a sing song.

"Don't you have schedules?" You asked

"Nope, I'm free today, so I came to cheer you" he said making fists.

"I told nobody to come. It's embarrassing!" You whinned

"It's ok Y/n-ah. You'll do great" Yibo said.

"Were you talking about your unhealthy obsession with Untamed?" Wooyoung asked.

"Shut it" you said. Soon Solbin came to join y'all as you were called for a scene. It's the scene you've been dreading, the scene in Woosik's office, the kiss scene.

"Wah not just Eunwoo sunbae even Y/n is so good in acting" Solbin said and got up to get inside when Wooyoung spoke up.

"Acting isn't as difficult for Eunwoo hyung, that's the natural way he looks at Y/n" Wooyoung said, only to find Yibo with gritted teeth.

On the other hand, Eunwoo stood up and pinned Y/n against his desk and they got close, closer too close. And right then Eunwoo closes the gap.

"Y/n, stay stiff" the director kept saying "Soft, soft and hold" and you held Eunwoo's collar pulling him in closer. Tears formed into Yibo's eyes, he knew this was acting but hell, did it hurt. Wooyoung notices his gritted teeth and tightened fist, just as last day.

"Hyung you should tell her" Wooyoung finally said. And Yibo just looked at him confused, but Wooyoung's expression clearly said Yibo's secret crush on you, wasn't a secret at all to him.

"Are you crazy?!" Yibo said,

"So you want someone else to take her away? When you clearly like each other?!" Wooyoung said

"But her career? Media?! Com-" Yibo was rambling at this point

"Hyung we don't have a dating ban. And the rest can slowly be managed" Wooyoung said "I saw how you get upset whenever she's near Eunwoo hyung. But trust me, it's only on his side, Y/n had eyes for you even before she met you, but now, all the way more"

Yibo went silent, he did like you. After a long time he found someone who genuinely made him laugh and he found himself getting drawn to you like a moth to light. He felt this attraction since the very first day the two of you spoke. He needs to try, what if Wooyoung is right? He can't let you go.

He was in the middle of his thoughts, when he heard cheers and your voice thanking everyone. Followed by Wooyoung cat calling and the two of you bickering, which brought a smile to his face.

"Y/n, we need to talk after shoot" he said

You were shocked but nodded.

However, he had to rush to someplace after the shoot and he couldn't tell you. So you two decided to meet in the studio the following free day you had (yes he made his manager change and shift schedules accordingly).

This time you found Yibo waiting for you in your dance studio as soon as you entered he played the song you both practiced last day and he took position. So you did the same without a word and when he pulled you close by the end he said "I like you".

"What" you went into shock.

"I really do, I think I might have even fallen for you in these past months. Watching you near Eunwoo kills me. I love talking to you and knowing your point of view and opinion and stuff. I love how passionate you are and I would love to stand by you as you move forward" he said. You felt tears in the corner of your eyes and you acted on impulse and pulled Yibo by his neck and placed your lips on his. He immediately held your hips tighter and pulled you closer. You parted, in the need of air, as Yibo connected your foreheads and said. "I take that as a yes"

As he pulls you in for more, this time in a deeper kiss as he pull you closer holding you tight against his body. You're his.

"What did you mean by bringing up Eunwoo oppa? You were jealous?" You asked playfully.

"Wouldn't you be?" He asked.

"Oh I was. When you were kissing Solbin, my expressions were real" you said pouting.

"Aww" he cooed kissing your cheek. Gosh, he loved doing that.

Things were easy from then on, but you had each other, your members and Ateez cheered so loud when you told them. It was your plan to gather them saying you wanted to show them something. Yibo and you, performed your routine and ended it with a kiss and Never has anyone heard Wooyoung cheer louder.

The company didn't have a problem if things weren't public. When the drama aired you had fun promoting it with your boyfriend, with solbo, YiY/n, EunY/n even Y/nbin (you and Solbin lol) trending. But it was fun and you both knew that this was the end game.

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[lunardragon00]

The Heir (Choi San x OC)

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Genre: Fantasy , Lord!San x Princess!OC

Words: 2339

Chapter One --> Chapter Two --> Chapter Four

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 - 𝔓𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔬𝔡𝔰

A funeral was held for the late Queen Aera, her body wrapped and displayed on a stone placement in an open field. Beside her, a small figure was also laid to rest. The King had decided to keep the attendance limited to a few houses, those who had stood beside his house and shown kindness to his beloved wife. The members of the house, usually adorned in their proud colors, now wore somber black attire. The atmosphere was heavy with grief, and sorrowful looks adorned every face.

The King stood off to the side, his expression void of emotion but his eyes reflecting profound sadness. The prince, surrounded by his friends, had tear-streaked eyes and a flushed face. Seonghwa stood beside him, offering a comforting hand on his shoulder, while Yunho stood on his other side. Hana, standing furthest from them, trembled as she struggled to find strength. A sense of hopelessness pervaded her, as she had never imagined this day would come, at least not so soon. Her gaze remained fixed on the ground as the Sept gave the traditional speech, the weight of the loss settling over the mourners.

As the Sept spoke, a comforting presence joined Hana's side. A hand held hers, and another rested on her shoulder. Prince Wooyoung of Dorne stood beside her, offering a smile that lacked true emotion. San, too, was present, his hand on her shoulder. Wooyoung spoke quietly, asking, "How are you holding up?" Hana, with her head bowed, replied, "I don't know how to respond to that right now." Wooyoung hummed knowingly.

As the Sept concluded his speech, the crowd waited for the King to speak, but he stood lost in his thoughts, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. Hana glanced at her brother, who was also consumed by emotion and oblivious to the waiting crowd. San reminded her, "They're waiting on you, princess." She then spoke in her family's ancient language, one that San had become familiar with.

"Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon lo kostan gaomagon bisa," (I don't know if i can do this) she uttered, her eyes fixed on the dark-colored dragon atop the hill.

"Aōha kepa jorrāelagon ao sir tolī pār mirre," (Your father needs you, now more than ever) San continued, her gaze shifting to her mother's body, and she choked on a sob.

"Ziry gīmigon iksā mundagon," (He knows you are distresssed) she looked up at Noctris, sensing their bond, and knowing that the dragon could sense her distress. 

"Nyke blame zirȳla syt bisa, ziry jeldan another tresy se pār ēdas nyke...... Kesan dōrī sagon iā tresy." (I blame him for this, he wanted another son but got me....I will never be a son) San squeezed her shoulder, and Wooyoung nudged her arm.

"It's time, princess," Wooyoung urged. Hana nodded, swallowed hard, and looked to her dragon.

"Drakarys," she commanded. Noctris, hesitating at first, crept forward, stretched his head back, and unleashed a furious torrent of flames. The display marked the culmination of the funeral, a fiery tribute to the departed.

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Weeks had passed since that somber day, and a palpable darkness lingered over the castle. The grieving King continued to fulfill his duties, but the weight of mourning was evident. The young prince, despite the recent loss, was compelled to resume his training and lessons. In the midst of this sorrow, the princess remained largely secluded. Her chambers became a sanctuary, and when she ventured out, it was often to seek solace under the godswood tree in the garden. A profound void occupied her heart – her mother taken from her, her father consumed by grief, and her brother engrossed in his responsibilities. Loneliness settled upon her like a heavy shroud. Arya was her companion during these trying times, offering comfort and a sympathetic ear. However, even with Arya's support, Hana yearned for someone else – the one person who intuitively understood her emotions. Unfortunately, he had returned to Driftmark, leaving Hana with a sense of profound emptiness. A knock on her chambers door resounded. Hana had been sitting at her vanity simply brushing her hair. 

"Come in" She said. Once opened, Arya revealed herself. The young girl wore a green cloak, under it she wore the same color as her gown. Her hair was down, curls laid against her chest. 

"I want you to come with me." She said as she shut the door. Hana set her brush down on the table and picked up her necklace. 

"Come with you where? I'm not really in the mood." Once clasped, she stood and walked past Arya to her bed, where she sat.

"To the sept, I would like you to accompany me." Hana scoffed

"I will stay here, perhaps I could get Sir Jaime to fetch me some desserts." Arya stared down at her, disbelief spread across her face at her friends attitude. 

"Please, Hana, you can't remain locked in here for the rest of your life. Besides, I would like to show you something," Arya pleaded, her expression filled with concern and a glimmer of determination. Hana glanced at Arya, annoyance filling her expression. Not wanting to put up a fight, she stood up. "Fetch me my cloak"

Arya, sensing a slight acquiescence, nodded and moved to the wardrobe. She retrieved the cream-colored cloak that Hana's brother had given her for her name day the year before. The cloak was adorned with delicate embroidery and held sentimental value. Hana allowed Arya to drape the cloak over her shoulders, and with a resigned sigh, she followed Arya out of her chambers. The two girls made their way through the corridors of the castle, and Hana couldn't help but feel the weight of her grief with each step. As they approached the sept, the hallowed place of worship within the castle, Arya pushed open the heavy doors. The sept, bathed in soft candlelight, exuded an aura of serenity. Arya led Hana to a secluded alcove adorned with colorful tapestries and a small altar.

"I wanted to bring you here because... I thought it might bring you some peace," Arya said softly, her eyes reflecting genuine concern for her friend. "Sometimes, a moment of reflection can help lift the burden, even if just a little." The two girls knelt at the pool of candles in the center of the sept. Arya clasped her hands together and bowed her head in prayer, and Hana followed suit, mimicking the posture but feeling uncertain about the ritual.

"What am I supposed to do?" Hana whispered, her voice filled with uncertainty. Arya looked at her with a mix of surprise and understanding.

"You've never prayed before?" Arya asked, studying Hana's expression.

"No, you know my family doesn't follow the Seven Gods," Hana replied, her eyes fixed on the flickering candles. Arya pondered for a moment before deciding how to guide her friend.

"Prayer is a way to connect with something greater than ourselves, to seek guidance, solace, or express gratitude. You can speak from your heart, share your thoughts, or just sit in quiet contemplation. It's a personal act," Arya explained, her tone gentle and reassuring.Hana took a deep breath, unsure of how to proceed but willing to give it a try. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, allowing her thoughts and emotions to flow freely in the quiet space of the sept. 

She let her thoughts and hopes flow freely. In her mind, she wished for her mother's peace in a place beyond, a haven where happiness awaited. She yearned for her father to rediscover the light in his eyes and regain his energy. Her thoughts extended to her brother, hoping he wouldn't be burdened by too much grief. Arya, her steadfast friend, remained a beacon of support in her thoughts. Hana hoped for Arya's enduring presence, a mix of gentleness and sternness that had always defined their friendship. And amidst her prayers, a subtle wish emerged—a desire for a future where San could be with her, their encounters and rendezvous evolving into something permanent. As the candles continued to flicker in the sept, Hana found solace in the quiet space, expressing her deepest hopes in the silent language of the heart.

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The grand dining hall was filled with an air of tension as Princess Hana and King Kang-Dae sat across from each other during lunch. It had been months since they had shared a proper conversation, and the awkward silence hung heavily between them. The king attempted small talk, asking about her day and recent activities, but Hana's responses were curt and devoid of any enthusiasm. Growing frustrated with the strained atmosphere, King Kang-Dae couldn't hold back any longer. 

"Hana, is there something on your mind? You seem distant, and I can't help but feel that you're upset with me. Have I done something to displease you?" Hana's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and sorrow. She took a deep breath before responding, 

"You want to know what's on my mind, Father? Fine. It's about Mother. She's gone, and I blame you. You wanted another son, and she paid the price. Your desire for a male heir cost her life." The king's eyes widened, and he leaned back in his chair, shocked by the accusation. 

"Hana, you know that's not true. I loved your mother dearly, and I would never willingly put her in harm's way." But Hana, fueled by grief and anger, was not easily swayed. 

"You can deny it all you want, but I saw how you pushed her, how you wanted her to bear you another son. And look where it got her." The king's expression turned stern, and he spoke with conviction. 

"I loved your mother, and I would never jeopardize her well-being for the sake of having a son. You're letting grief cloud your judgment, Hana." The conversation took an unexpected turn as the king shifted the focus to Hana's own actions. 

"And what about your escapades, Hana? I've been notified of every raven, every gift that boy San has sent you. Your adventures to the city haven't gone unnoticed either. What are you trying to achieve with your reckless behavior?" Hana's anger flared up, and she retorted, "You're concerned about my actions? Maybe if you had been more present, Mother wouldn't be gone. Maybe if you cared about your family instead of your legacy, things would be different." The dining hall echoed with the tension between father and daughter as they confronted each other about the pain that had festered within their family. The wounds of loss, accusations, and unspoken emotions were laid bare, creating a chasm that seemed insurmountable.

The tension within the walls of the Red Keep had escalated, and the King found himself at a breaking point with his daughter's behavior. Rumors of Princess Hana's escapades had spread through the keep, and the King could no longer turn a blind eye to the consequences of her recklessness. He had intended to confront her sooner, especially after hearing about her last adventure into the city with San, but Queen Aera had advised him to let the girl have her fun.However, no more. The time for leniency had passed. The King had decided on a drastic measure to rein in his daughter's impulsive actions. As the King gathered his belongings, he turned to face his daughter, his expression a mix of exasperation and determination.

"Hana," he began, his voice carrying the weight of frustration, "your behavior has become a source of concern. The rumors surrounding your escapades cannot be ignored any longer. I had hoped that you would understand the responsibilities that come with being a member of this house, but it seems my patience has been misplaced." He paced around the room, the gravity of his decision weighing on him. 

"I am left with no choice but to take strict measures. You will remain under close watch. Sir Jaime will be your constant companion, and you are not to wander alone or with Arya. Attend your lessons diligently, perform your duties, and refrain from further recklessness." Hana, shocked by the sudden turn of events, stood in silence, her eyes widening as the realization of her father's decision sank in. The freedom she had enjoyed was abruptly curtailed, and the consequences of her actions had finally caught up with her. 

"As for your affair with the Choi boy, consider it finished." Hana stood quickly, pushing her chair back as she did so. 

"You cannot....." But the King cut her off. 

"I can, besides, the boy will be fighting on the stepstones. He will be gone for who knows how long, you need to start thinking of marriage, and it will not be with a boy who nearly slandered your good name. "The King, resolved in his decision, left the room with a heavy heart. 

Upon learning that San would be part of the fight against the pirates in the Stepstones, Princess Hana's shock transformed into a mix of worry and concern. The gravity of the situation intensified as she realized that one of the most important men in her life would be directly involved in a dangerous conflict. The initial shock gave way to a flurry of emotions as Hana processed the implications of San being on the front lines. Concern etched across her face, and her eyes betrayed a mixture of fear and anxiety. 

Her instinctive reaction was to voice her worry, but the weight of her father's stern directives lingered in the air. The impending departure had disrupted the precarious balance of her life, and now she faced the stark reality of the dangers that awaited those she held dear. While she may have wanted to express her concerns, the newfound restrictions and her father's resolute demeanor left her grappling with the realization that, for the time being, she had little control over the events unfolding around her. The impending separation from her father and the heightened danger San faced added a layer of complexity to her already tumultuous emotions.

[wistfulreality]

an against the wall kiss for @liyabbay​ ( aera ) - ACCEPTING

it wasn’t often that wooyoung and aera went out clubbing; in fact, it was one of those things in life that he wasn’t particularly fond of, but it was a friend’s 25th birthday, and he had insisted that they all go out to the clubs to celebrate. the moment he stepped inside, he knew he was too old for this. the music hurt his ears as they were led to the table that his friend had reserved. his hand held tightly onto aera’s, afraid that some greasy man might try to steal her away. 

however, as the evening went by, wooyoung was at least getting more energy from being around his friends, and when aera mentioned needing to use the restroom, he quickly got up as well. “i need to go too,” he noted. before they reached the restroom, wooyoung pulled aera towards him before he held her between himself and the wall. without another thought, he leaned in, his lips resting against hers before deepening it. soon enough, he pulled away and chuckled. “sorry, i just ... i’ve seen them do that on tv. i was wondering what it would be like,” he exclaimed before giving her bottom a little pat. “don’t kill me, please,” he added before disappearing into the men’s room.

[atinysunbaby]

Hey hunny, can you plz make a ateez yunho imagine of having a sexy concept with idol!reader. They both have feelings for one another so this took their feelings another level and everyone noticed their chemistry??

Here ya go sweetie!! It's not exactly what you asked for but I hope you will like it ♡♡♡

📷Photoshoot | Jeong Yunho📷

Pairing : Yunho x Fem idol reader

Genre : Idol au, fluff, suggestive

Summary : Read and find out ;)

Words count : 2.7k

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You were a trainee for over two years after auditioning, you came with a friend, having wanted to get in together. You both made the promise that if either of you weren't chosen, you'd be happy for the other, unfortunately she didn't make it. It was hard to say goodbye, but you're still in contact and she's training in an other company.

You debuted about a year ago with four other girls who are now your best friends, people you wish to keep close for a long time. You're a vocalist, main dancer, second youngest and one of the visuals in your group. You guys are slowly getting more recognition with all the promotions you've been doing, working hard and determined to show everyone what you can do.

Yunho is your celebrity crush and you let it slip while getting interviewed, the fans caught on quickly and couldn't pretend they didn't hear a thing. Actually completely the oposite, they kept sharing that part of the interview and tagging your group and ateez to get Yunho's attention.

It worked, he saw the short video and ended up watching the whole interview. He already heard about your group a few times, but after he definitely wanted to know more, about you especially.

Since then, he started following you closely with secret accounts, making it a daily habit of visiting your social medias. The boys always tease him when he's deeply focused on his phone, his facial expressions betraying him, smiling from ear the ear or even blushing on rare occasion.

For his birthday, Wooyoung bought him one of your albums and they all surrounded him as he opened it immediately with so much excitement. To say he was filled with joy when he pulled your photocard would be an understatement, he almost jumped from his seat, but refrained to do so for his sake. He doesn't need another reason for his members to annoy him.

Till this day, Yunho preciously keeps your small picture in his wallet, stealing a quick look when he needs an energy boost. The others don't know about that information, if they did, he wouldn't hear the end of it.

On your part, let's say your ateez collection is close to complete. You have your fair share of Yunho photocards, aslo keeping them dearly in a small box placed right on top of your nighstand, next to your bed. Nari once wanted to prank you, hiding one of them and telling you she teared it accidentally and threw it away. Well, she learned the lesson to never mess with your things again, she did barely escape your grip when you were about to choke her. The girls had to physically rip you away from her, not that you would've actually hurt anyone.

You apologised for your crazy behavior and she did the same, both easily forgiving each other and laughing it off. At least now, no one dares to touch any of your belongings without asking first.

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The exact moment your manager walks in the practice room, you know something's up. He shortly explains that one of his contacts was able to get him an oportunity for one person to model for a magazine. "We'll have more information the day of the shoot, but for now you guys need to choose one person. I'm letting you girls decide."

The shouts full of enthusiasm dies down after a few seconds, but the excitement is still present. "Should we vote?"

Aera's the one to make the suggestion and the rest of you agree. After each of you state your opinion, you make a decision. Chosen by two of your friends, you are the lucky one who will take part in the photoshoot.

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The week before, you eat healthily and get some tips from one of your friends in another group on how to prepare for it without worries. You even start to workout more intensely so you could feel more comfortable in front of the camera.

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The night before, you can't sleep because of the huge amount of stress, you know it's going to be fine, but still can't help it. You don't want to make a mistake, let down the people who made this possible for you. You're going to do everything you can to meet their expectations.

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To say you're nervous would be lying, you're terrified. It's your first time having a photoshoot this big and everyone's new, strangers that you meet every minute. You were so used to the usual staff members that you feel a bit overwhelmed and it's not even the least of it. They suddenly reveal who will be your partner for the shoot, someone you never thought you'd personally meet one day. The one and only, Jeong Yunho.

You almost burst on the spot, heart fluttering with apprehension. That's when you see him, he's getting guided by another man, walking towards you. He looks ethereal, so much more beautiful in real life and you're starstruck.

You bow and smile uncontrollably, feeling shy and nervous. Your mouth opens in amazement when he brightly introduces himself. "Hi I'm Yunho, really looking forward to working together!"

His teeth are on full display, eyes full of cheerfulness. You barely manage to respond, but get yourself together nonetheless. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you! I'm happy to work with you!"

He laughs softly, happy with your answer. You just hope you didn't sound too eager, the last thing you want is to embarrass yourself infront of him.

You exchange a few more words before being taken seperately to prepare for the shoot. You enter a small room with a mirror on one side of the wall, a table full of makeup and a few chairs placed infront. The other side has a curtain arranged to create a small fitting room and clothes hanging on a moving clothing rack.

The stylist is the first one to take care of you, bringing you a set of clothes and inviting you to change behind the curtain. You put on the pieces of clothing carefully, cheeks getting darker when you get to the top. It's going to be a new look for you, never having worn something so bold.

Once you're done, you make your appearence and the woman whistles with satisfaction. She then proceeds to adjust the outfit for it to appeal to your body perfectly.

You're wearing a pair of light blue ripped jeans, a black lacy corset as well as a short unzipped leather jacket reaching your waist, showing off your curves. Cute ankle boots covering your feet to match your top and to finish the look, a thin silver necklace hangs on your neck down to your cleavage and rings decorating your fingers.

The hair and makeup artists are the next to doll you up, guiding you to sit infront of the mirror and getting to work right away. They converse with you and praise your natural in and out beauty, laughing from time to time, basically having fun and making you feel comfortable.

"All done! Sweetie you look gorgeous~" The girls squeal and some other people present in the room shower you with compliments, you bow and smile politely, feeling your confidence boosted. You have to admit, you do look pretty hot.

Your glossy, plump peach lips, look deliciously kissable. Light shiny eyeshadow, slightly smudged along the lower lash line, nothing too heavy, just perfect to bring some glow. Your hair is curled at the base, half up in a small bun, stray pieces falling along the side of your face.

"Well you're all set beautiful, let's get to it!" One of the staff tells you, leading you out of the room, to the set.

Once again you see Yunho, but he looks even more handsome then earlier, wearing a similar outfit to yours. Jeans with a black shirt, tucket into his pants, an unbuttoned plaid shirt and a leather jacket as well. He has some accesories too, rings like you. One side of his hair flipped back and the other covering his forehead, almost reaching his eye.

You're called by the photographer to join Yunho on the set, getting you out of your thoughts and stopping you from drooling over the sexy man of your dreams.

You bow to both men and politely smile, waiting for further instructions. You weren't told about the concept or anything about the shoot yet, it's all a surprise since they want it to be more natural and improvised.

"Ok guys! Today we're going for a sexy concept, we'll need you both to pose while being close to each other. Some skin contact would be perfect, but if you're uncomfortable just take your time- oh and don't be shy to make suggestions. Be bold!" The photographer speaks without a break, leaving the two of you to process all the information in a rush.

Almost right away, you get in postition and move along with each other. At the start, you both avoid touching each other, being a bit shy, but knowing that eventually you'll need to do it. After a few takes, you take the initiative and ask Yunho if he would be ok with you putting your hand on his shoulder, he nods letting you move forward. You're facing him making him turn to you as well, taking your other hand in his and overing it above his chest, looking at you for aproval. You smile and verbaly answer him. "It's fine, if I feel uncomfortable I'll tell you."

"Good, me too. Let's just do whatever comes to our minds and set boundaries then." You both agree on that and from then it all goes smoothly. You change your poses every few seconds, getting more relaxed as time goes by.

Close to the end, Yunho grabs your waist softly, his eyes meeting yours and you look away flustered. The photographer tells you both to keep that position, praising your good work. "That's it! Beautiful!"

"Alright last take! Y/N could you please make eye contact with Yunho! -And place one of your hands on his stomach, the other can stay right there!" You gulp nervously, but listen to the men and look directly into his eyes, your right hand slowly sliding down his chest to his stomach. You notice him slightly tense up, but he relaxes against your touch in just a few seconds. You smile at him uncontrollably, making him shyly lower his head and reciprocate it.

"Perfect! Wow you work so well together, I can only say good things." You grin, feeling proud and relieved from the results of your efforts. Yunho mirrors your bright expression, thanking everyone and you follow his actions. "Thank you so much for giving me this great opportunity."

You word your gratefulness to the photographer, once again receiving more praise than expected and a certain person waits for you to be finish so he can escort you to the changing room. You walk together in a comfortable silence, your arms brushing against each other. There's some tension in the air when you reach the door, about to go on seperate ways. The strong attraction you both feel towards one another making surface now that you're alone.

"So.. I guess we'll see each other again one day." You say softly, disappointment clear in your voice. The boy coughs in hope of covering the sigh of discontent he accidently lets out, nodding in agreement nonetheless. "Yeah, uh... It was fun today.."

You don't utter another word, not having any idea of what to say and he copies you, scratching his head in awkwardness. With one last goodbye and glances full of yearning, you enter oposites rooms.

Once by yourself, you let out a deep breath, hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating like crazy. You're facing the door, forehead leaning on the large piece of wood, taking a few minutes to get it back together. "Shit, I think I'm in love."

You jump from the sound of hurried knocks through the door right infront of you, frowning in wonder. "Yes?"

"It's me." Hearing the voice of the person behind, you immediately rip the door open. Your eyes meet making your breath hitch and he quickly pushes you inside following right after. You whisper yell at him, in hopes of finding out about his surprise visit. "Yunho what are you do-"

"Shhh." He shushes you, putting a finger on your lips to convice you further. You nervously watch him close the door behind his huge body, waiting for an explanation.

"I can't leave without telling you." He says making you even more confused. You raise your eyebrows and lean your head forward a bit to show him you're listening. When he's sure he has your full attention, he keeps going. "I thought I just deeply admired you- and I do of course, but I think it's more than that. I- may have feelings for you or.. more? I know I'm dumb-"

"Are you serious!?" You raise your voice, your whipsers now almost screams. His eyes widden at that and you think he might just cry so you hurry to comfort him. "No no no! I'm not mad or anything, Yunho I'm so glad you had the balls to tell me or else I would've never told you.. I feel the same way!"

He smiles in relief, his shoulders visibly untensing and you both chuckle at the situation. He scolds you for scaring him like that, almost having felt his heart crack thinking you didn't wanna have anything to do with him. "Sorry, but you really surprised me there!"

You laugh some more and then when it dies down and the atmosphere becomes serious, you know something is about to happen or at least you want it to.

You're satisfied to feel his hand coming up to hold the side of your face, making you look up at him. His eyes don't leave yours, they're full of desire and it makes buterflies errupt in your stomach, but the words leaving his mouth next makes you a bit dizzy. "Can I kiss you?"

You nod, not trusting your voice to sound strong enough and he laughs breathily at your obvious nervousness. "Fuck! You're adorable~"

He tries to restrain himself from lunching at you with too much agressivity, instead moving in slowly. His lips capture yours and you instantly let your body melt closer to his, moaning softly against his mouth when he grabs your waist and holds you tight.

The kiss becomes intense quickly, Yunho pushing your back to the door and poking your lower lip with his tongue so you'll part them to give him entrance. You do exactly that, a whine escaping you uncontrollably when he enters your mouth.

You eagerly suck on his tongue and he groans, grip on you becoming tighter. He moves so your bodies are glued together, hands reaching for the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump.

You don't hesitate to do so, wrapping your legs around his waist and gasping when you feel his bulge against your center. "Yunho~"

He kisses your neck and nips at your jawline while you struggle to breathe from being so overwhelmed. Your fingers depserately grip at his hair, trying to find a way to keep focus. When he unexpectedly bites hard enough to leave a mark at a very sensitive spot on your skin, you tug on his hair at the base of his nape and bite your lip to prevent from letting out a loud yelp.

He apologies softly, afraid of possibly having hurt you, but you shut him up with another kiss. It escalated quickly and it's about to be even more heated, but a voice outside the room makes the both of you stop abruptly.

You're breathing heavily, lips swollen and eyes dark, full of lust. Yunho places you down, noticing your shaky legs and smirks before answering the person outside. "Yes what is it?"

"Oh- umm.. Miss Y/N needs to be ready to leave in ten minutes, she has something important to do!" A young women speaks through the door, flustered from finding out that you weren't alone. You giggle in Yunho's chest, shaking your head. "I'll be ready, thank you!"

Yunho keeps pecking you all over your face while you try to escape his hold. You finally manage to get out of his grip, but now you have a sulky boy on your hands. You finish getting prepared to leave and before you do he speaks his thoughts. "I know it all happened pretty fast and I mean we did literally just meet a few hours ago, officially.. but would you want to exchange numbers and see where it leads us? I really don't want this to be a one time thing and we kinda confessed to each other earl-."

He leans into your kiss when you succeed in shutting him up for the second time. "Don't worry, I feel the same I already told you~"

You give him your number and he sends you a heart so you can save his, you smile at his cuteness and he blushes, a complete turn from a few minutes ago.

At the last second you both say goodbye and promise to call each other later when you get home, kissing one last time and going on your ways with heart in your eyes.

[hcuyk]

synopsis. you've been fake dating juyeon for three months, but you decide to call it quits when you realize that everything in the relationship and the feelings you have were much more than what's shone on the surface

pairing. fakeboyfriend!juyeon x genderneutral!reader

genre. fake dating au, mutual pining, bittersweet, majority angst, fluff, and an overall merry nice ending

warnings. profanities, poorly written

word count. 3.3k

perspective. second person omniscient

author's note. aera, this is for you and one of your entries for the 600 special event. thank you for being one of my closest friends, and i'm so glad that you're always here for me :( i really hope this fic becomes a comfort fic for you because that was my goal, MWAH I LOVE YOU please enjoy 🥺 also special thanks to @hyuukais for beta-reading and helping me with this fic when i desperately needed it

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Considering how popular your ‘boyfriend’ is at school, you would assume he’d choose to attend the amusement park with his enormous number of friends yet oddly enough, he was persistent on going with you.

He wouldn’t stop spamming you through text about how there will be fireworks late at night and how he already bought the tickets, so you really couldn’t back out of it unless you wanted to be a dick. Though, when you think about your relationship with Lee Juyeon, it doesn’t make sense. What does going to Lotte World have to do with your fake relationship? If anything, it’s the last thing you deem necessary for your shared facade.

The goal is simple; make Juyeon’s ex-girlfriend jealous.

It all started when you happened to be the person in the booth behind Juyeon’s table, and accidentally eavesdropped on Juyeon’s outrage about his ex-girlfriend moving on way too quickly from him. He wanted her back, and in order to do this, he planned on tossing himself into a fake relationship so he could shove it in her face.

Unfortunately, he chose you, out of all people, because he was friends with everyone he knew. He didn’t know you, and therefore it made you perfect for his plan. The only reason you complied is because he bribed you with free bags of chips for a month straight, but he gave up on that promise after a week.

Now, three months later, the relationship hasn’t brought any hope of jealousy since, but the thing is—you’re not complaining. You know it’s wrong of you to wish that his ex-girlfriend would never return, but you’ve fallen for Juyeon, and you couldn’t help but want to keep him for yourself.

Despite being head over heels for him, you would’ve normally rejected his offer. It doesn’t matter if he bought two tickets and had one with your name written all over it; you would’ve told him to spend the time with one of his friends instead because in all honesty, the more dates you go on with Juyeon, the more you end up falling for him.

But you agreed to go with him this time because you made a promise.

You made a promise to yourself that this will be the last time you’ll associate yourself with Lee Juyeon.

So, right after school, you and Juyeon jumped onto a metro after giving your friends your backpacks to take home. You both remained in your uniforms because Juyeon refused to waste any time by changing. It was very apparent how excited Juyeon was. He had one earbud in while he uninvitingly rested his head on your shoulder. He restrained himself from snuggling up to your side, and yawned, scrolling through his phone to pass the time.

Meanwhile, all you could think about was how you’d planned on ending the relationship. You didn’t know how you’d word it or how you’d even bring it up, so it became all you could ponder, even when you both reached the park.

Your mind was cleared of your (rather condescending) thoughts when Juyeon pulled you into lines to get into the rides and the screams you both shared only brought you happy ones instead. You were usually never impressed with the attractions theme parks provide, but with Juyeon by your side, you saw everything with a different perspective.

While you were distracted with taking photos of the castle, Juyeon came up behind you and surprised you with a headband on your head. His smile was wider than ever, and he laughed when you spun around and shot him a glare. You chose to buy the same headband for him when he was distracted, the one with fox ears and a cactus atop, and he whined when you surprised him with it by forcing it upon his head. You both walked around while wearing them and Juyeon made the stupid mistake of keeping it on his head on a roller coaster. You gave him yours without taking ‘no’ for an answer, and he was hiding a bashful smile as he wore it around his neck while you dragged him around the park by his hand.

Amidst all the rides that provided sharp yet addicting waves of acceleration and thrill, you mainly looked forward to the bumper cars.

Each car could only hold one passenger, forcing you to separate from Juyeon. You didn’t mind—in fact, you both enjoyed it. You drove around the entire closure whilst holding back screams because of how Juyeon was chasing after you, constantly ramming his car into yours whenever he got the chance. His laughter filled the entire room when he had you locked against a wall, claiming victory once time was called.

The indoor rides had begun to reach their closing time, and you both only realized this after exiting the bumper cars.

As much as Juyeon had been here, he never went on the carousel.

Usually, when he’d gone to Lotte World, he’d be accompanied with friends or family and therefore it gave him no reason to spend his time riding a rather boring ride when he could be queuing for a more thrillsome adventure.

But with you, he was adamant on going on the carousel with you the entire day. He wouldn’t stop bringing it up in the middle of class (he sits behind you—go figure) and kept mumbling about how fun it’d be whilst dozing off on your shoulder in the metro. It was quite entertaining how a teenage boy could get this excited about going on a merry-go-round, so to see him so desperate made it hard to convince him that you both should ride it during nighttime. You argued that it’d look way prettier, and with a huff, he agreed.

Though, with that decision, he was on the verge of sulking and cursing you out (which he does fairly weakly) when you two had to run across the entire indoor park to reach the carousel, but luckily the remaining worker saved you from the whines by letting you two inside.

With sixty-four seats, each and every one would end up occupied but because of the lack of people, only half of the horses were taken. You were thankful for this because it gave you a chance to have some alone time with Juyeon.

Or rather, your last few moments with Juyeon.

Little did he know about how you had finally planned on ending everything between the two of you. That included the forced words of affirmation and unconventional dates that Juyeon had excused with giving the relationship ‘life’. All of this would end soon because all of it was merely nothing.

You both hoisted yourself up onto separate horses that stood adjacent to each other with Juyeon taking the inner one.

Once you’d settled on top, Juyeon reached to hold onto your hand before the ride started, mindfully rubbing his thumb over your skin. You hated how he knows how to comfort you after being together for only three months, especially when the entire relationship wasn’t even a relationship; it was a joke. That’s how you saw it, at least.

When the horses began to move, infinite coos and ahhs were heard throughout the carousel. Although it was nighttime, the bright lights somehow managed to blind you. Regardless, everything was stunning. Your eyes remained captivated as you took in every detail crafted into the carousel, and you genuinely felt like you were floating on clouds as the horses raised you up and down.

The entire moment was bittersweet; it was filled with resurfacing thoughts about how you were able to hold Juyeon’s hand without him even knowing it was your last time holding onto him. Regardless, you thought it would be a rather nice memory to look back on and smile at.

“You were right,” Juyeon says, momentarily interrupting your thoughts. “It is prettier at night.”

You tore your gaze away from the golden specks and shiny metal to look at Juyeon. He had his head resting against the pole, and he smiled when your eyes caught his. He subtly squeezed your hand, and that’s when you noticed that he’d never taken his off of you the entire ride.

It wasn’t the carousel that made him feel so enamored. It was you. You were the one that contained all the beauty, and all Juyeon could do is become entranced by the simple sight of you.

He didn’t say anything else, and neither did you. It all fell into slow motion when the world seemed to disappear around you, allowing the lights of the carousel to provide a spotlight on the two of you.

It didn’t help how he looked at you ever so lovingly, making your heart soar for miles, and you wished that moment wouldn’t have to end.

Hell, you wished your relationship with him would last forever.

But your relationship with him wasn’t even a relationship, and eventually it would all come to a stop—just like the carousel.

Juyeon leapt off his seat and helped you down ever so gently. He didn't let go of your hand as you both left the vicinity, using his free hand to adjust the headband around his neck. Instead of spoken sentences of joy, all Juyeon did was laugh out of happiness.

True, sincere happiness.

And he only felt that with you.

Fresh air and an unwelcome breeze greeted you both once you stepped outside, and Juyeon instantly rushed you over to the bridge in front of the castle. You can’t help but smile widely at the colorful lights that managed to consume the both of you. Juyeon looked so beautiful as the colors of the rainbow flashed across his skin and uniform, and joining the sight were joyus screams coming from those remaining on the outdoor rides.

You both made it in time for the fireworks, and Juyeon shoved his way through to get the perfect spot against the ledge of the bridge rather than being in the middle of the crowd. The fireworks started shooting up into the sky, and Juyeon didn't even bother to take out his phone to record it all. Instead, he had an arm looped around your waist, keeping you close against his side while the show played out in the sky.

But throughout it all, the urge to spill out what’s been on your mind the entire day refused to stop prodding at your throat, so you turned to face him and called his name.

“Juyeon,” you said loudly over the cracks and booming sparkles.

Mesmerized by the sight, he didn’t remove his gaze from the sky. All he did was respond with a ‘hm?’, and his response left you unintentionally gazing into his eyes.

Not only were the fireworks being reflected in the depths of his pupils, but they also held a sparkle that didn’t shine in the sky; one you believe could only be seen through Juyeon’s eyes when he was with you. The way it shimmered reminded you of how special you considered Juyeon, and it gave you a reason to hold onto what you have with him.

But you knew you couldn’t do it for any longer, especially when you couldn’t prioritize a fake relationship over your heart becoming permanently shattered because of what you feared as the end result.

“I don’t-...I don’t think we should do this any more.”

Juyeon became stiff and the smile on his lips fell. The grand finale was filled with countless fireworks all being shot up at once, filling the entire sky with fireworks before it was all gone. They died out in not only the sky, but in his eyes, and the sparkle is nowhere to be seen, leaving his gaze dull.

He doesn’t ask ‘what?’ or ‘huh?’ like usual because for once, he understood what you were implying.

“This as in…our relationship?” he warily questioned, hoping that he just misunderstood things, but alas, his thoughts are proven otherwise when your voice croaks.

“Fake relationship,” you corrected through a mumble. Your heart ached when you caught sight of his downturned features, you ignored it to the best of your ability because from what you knew, it could all be an act.

You forced your eyes to dart towards the ground, only catching sight of the rapid footsteps that passed the two of you. Many were exiting the amusement park with laughter and playful teases while you remained with Juyeon, hopeless and lost.

“What makes you say that? Say that we shouldn’t do this anymore…Y/N?”

“We’ve been doing this for three months,” you whispered. You picked up your head, looking up at him with tears glossing your eyes. “Three months, and to be completely honest, I don’t think this is going anywhere. We lost a purpose for this relationship, so everything between us just seems so…pointless.”

Juyeon parted his lips as if he wanted to retaliate, but seeing that you had more to say made him stay silent.

“Your ex-girlfriend…she’s happy, and I think it’s better if we break this off so we could continue with our own love lives.” You nibbled on the inside of your lip, trying to decipher Juyeon’s thoughts while looking into his eyes. “Juyeon, I think it’s better if you find someone to love instead of staying in something that’s fake.”

“Fake…you’re saying everything is fake.”

Juyeon wasn’t the type to cry, but seeing him broken was worse than having tears cascade down his cheeks. His eyes barely held an ounce of hope and his gaze was like a puppy with downturned ears.

“No,” you rushed to whisper, quickly reassuring him by bringing a hand up to his cheek. “Not…not everything, but this relationship? It’s not real.”

“So that’s why you want us to part—because we’re not real.” He slightly bobbed his head as if he understood, looking away from you, but he continued to lean into the warmth of your palm, using it as support.

You didn’t want to confirm nor deny his words, so you apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

You were about to leave, but your interlaced hand with Juyeon refused to do so.

And he noticed this.

“That’s not it,” he concluded, breaking the silence. Your eyebrows furrowed due to confusion.

“...What?”

“It’s something else, isn’t it? Why…why?” Juyeon wished he could form his words better, but he couldn’t. All he can do is ask ‘why?’.

Why on a day like this? Why during the moment when he felt the happiest he’s been in a long time? Why…why did you think about letting go when he treasured you so incredibly much?

“There’s nothing else,” you quickly denied, keeping up with your act. “This relationship is fake, so it’s better we end it to avoid wasting anymore time.”

“Then why haven’t you let go of my hand?”

His cautious, dejected whisper made you break the facade you’ve been trying so hard to hold up. The tears brimming your eyes finally became visible under the moonlight, and your eyes fell shut to prevent any droplets from slipping out. You instinctively leaned forward to rest your forehead against his chest, pouring out the truth.

“Because I don’t want to,” you replied, unconsciously latching your teeth onto your lower lip. “I don’t want to let go of you. I’m not prepared for the day your ex-girlfriend finally realizes she wants you back. I’m not prepared for when you’ll break up with me for her, and before you say anything, I know that’s what we agreed on, but the more I think about it, the more my heart aches.

I can’t do it. My heart can’t harbor the amount of pain when you leave me for someone else, so I figured it’d be easier if I was the one who let go first. It was never meant to be something I wanted to hold on for eternity.” You paused to take a breather, unsure if Juyeon heard you at all through the incessant chatter from the people around you. You then laughed, dry of all humor, in an attempt to brighten the mood. “I’m sorry, Ju, for being weak and falling for you—it wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

A response was found caught in his throat, leaving him quiet for minutes on end, and you don’t have the courage to look up at him for his reaction—so when Juyeon pulled his hand away from yours, your heart plummeted into the pit of your stomach. Nothing could stop the tears from pouring down your cheeks, not when you were in the arms of someone that didn’t love you, at least from what you assumed.

You were prepared to be ditched, left alone, but instead you were met with his hand wrapped around your nape, pressing you closer into his embrace while his other arm locked around your torso as if to keep you secured and protected from others. It pained him to see you like this, to see you broken because of him and his stupid selfishness.

“Y/N…I’m so sorry.”

You couldn’t stop your tears from wetting his shirt, hating how his actions always made you feel so comfortable, but what couldn’t be helped was his words that tore your heart to shreds. You bunched up the material into your fist, wishing he’d say anything more; just something.

Or maybe it would’ve been better if he’d left you.

It was better than holding you while also rejecting you at the same time.

“Let’s make this real.”

Perplexed, you reluctantly looked up at him. You weren’t prepared for the expression that masked his features. It was one that mirrors yours with a glint of faith lingering in his eyes.

“Please,” he begged. “I’m sorry for calling this a fake relationship from the very start when everything was so real…to me, it was real, so let’s make it real.”

He combed his fingers through your hair, tucked a few strands behind your ear, and then cupped your cheek. You remained speechless, unsure of what to think, and Juyeon sucked in a sharp breath.

He knew it was either now or never to say something because if he didn’t, he would lose you in a heartbeat.

“After a month of us being together, my ex, she pulled me aside after school one day to talk,” Juyeon explained, recalling the very moment. “She said she noticed the way I looked at you. She said it’s the same way she looks at her own boyfriend, and she said the reason she moved on so fast is because I never looked at her like that. Nevertheless…she was happy for how I found someone to finally give my heart to, and that talk…it made me realize how much you mean to me.”

“So…the spontaneous dates-”

“-were just an excuse to spend more time with you,” he continued. “I’m sorry, for letting you believe otherwise. I should have said something earlier, I-”

“Juyeon,” you started, cutting him off, but he didn't falter.

“I like you.”

Despite the fireworks being long gone, they had resurfaced within your heart, making the organ burst with the three simple words. He caressed your cheek while awaiting an answer, for you to pull away, to reject him, but you closed your eyes once more and leaned into his touch.

“I like you too—so, so much.”

You could only laugh when you catch how his smile returned. You reached up to take the headband off his neck while he rested his hands on your hips, watching your every movement. You adjusted it back onto his head, and the close proximity of his face made you giggle. He leaned in and hovered his lips over yours teasingly, whispering a sentence that has you seeing sparks before giving you full permission to dive in for a long-lasting kiss.

“Then let me be officially yours.”

NAVIGATION | TBZ MASTERLIST

[gamerwoo]

[The Pack Next Door] Wooyoung: Sorry Not Sorry (Part One)

(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki​)

Characters: Wooyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, brother’s best friend au, not really fluffy but there’s no angst until the very end

Word count: 1,788

Summary: Everyone knows that werewolves can’t control who they imprint on, no matter what they think their preferences might be. But despite that, Jongho can’t help but absolutely loathe Wooyoung because the older boy went and imprinted on his older sister.

a/n: reader is obviously written to be older than jongho so if you dont like that bc it doesn’t apply to you, im sorry but oh well. also i don’t have any sort of update schedule so updates are gonna be way slower than they were for mingi’s lmao

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For a long time, Wooyoung was just your younger brother’s annoying friend. You were three years older than Jongho, so while you weren’t too far apart in age, you were just far enough that while growing up, you found your younger brother and his best friend absolutely annoying and obnoxious. And it seemed to be one of Wooyoung’s favorite activities was annoying you or pranking you with your brother.

Eventually, the three of you were grown-up enough that Jongho and Wooyoung didn’t bother you as often. You both were still in school -- you in high school while the pair was just starting middle since Wooyoung ended up staying back a year in grade school -- and while you did often see Wooyoung around your house during afternoons and weekends, his presence didn’t annoying you nearly as much as it used to. 

It wasn’t until Jongho was 15 and Wooyoung was 16 that you realized just how accustomed you’d gotten to having Wooyoung around, because you stopped seeing him. He was no longer on the couch with your brother, yelling at the video games they’d play on the TV after school. You no longer walked into the kitchen to see him rummaging through your fridge like he was in his own house. Wooyoung just...stopped coming around.

And Jongho was noticeably sadder, too.

“What happened to Jung Wooyoung?” you had asked him after about a week of no sign of your brother’s best friend.

Jongho sighed, looking more depressed than ever after hearing you mention his best friend since childhood, “He was sent away.”

“Sent away?” you repeated with furrowed brows. “Where? Why?”

“His parents said they sent him away to an all-boys school because he was acting out,” he explained.

Maybe Wooyoung acted differently at his own home than he did at your house, but you didn’t think the younger boy acted out at all. Maybe when he was a child, but he’d been fine the last 5-ish years. It didn’t make sense to you, but then again, you didn’t know Wooyoung very well.

However, you didn’t know it, but you were right. Wooyoung hadn’t been acting out at all. His parents wouldn’t tell anybody, but they’d actually kicked Wooyoung out of their home and sent him away to live with his uncle whom they’d disowned from their family because he was a werewolf.

And so was Wooyoung.

Wooyoung had gone missing for about three of those days that he wasn’t around your house. It was something most teenagers who first shifted would do, unsure what else to do after becoming a giant wolf. His parents had a feeling what had happened since his father had seen it happen with his brother. When Wooyoung had eventually returned, his parents confronted him about what happened, and the poor boy was immediately shunned and sent away. But when Jongho went to ask, they lied and said he went to a different school far away now.

Jongho was sure without any type of contact with his best friend, he’d never see Wooyoung again.

But you never thought much of him again. Jongho did eventually make new friends, and while he didn’t talk about him often anymore, he did think of Wooyoung every now and then, recalling the good times they had and wondering what he was doing with his new life. But you carried on with your life, eventually going off to college and only seeing Jongho when you went back home to visit. 

There was one instance where Jongho had come to you at your apartment, though. He was sweaty and out of breath, seeming panicked. His eyes were a scary crimson that had you gasping and stepping back from him, unsure why they looked like that. But he kept saying he didn’t know where to go or what to do.

That was when you found out Jongho was a werewolf. You weren’t sure what to do with that information, either, but you helped him go to your parents with the information. Your mother had said her great grandfather was one, but they weren’t sure if anyone else in their family would get what they expected to be the werewolf gene. But thankfully, they were accepting and went to your grandmother for some help and advice.

During his time in college, Jongho had found some new friends that he started living off campus with. They seemed to make him happy, and he spoke about them like they were family. He had confirmed they were his pack, and you were happy that he managed to find them. You thought it was sweet that your brother had new friends in college that he cared about and who seemed to care about him, as well.

“Oh, and hey, do you remember Jung Wooyoung?” Jongho asked while he was first gushing about his friends.

“That little twerp you were friends with since forever?” you chuckled. 

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Well, he's in it too! He lives with them!”

Your eyebrows raised in surprised, “Wow. It’s been years since you’ve seen him.”

“I know!”

“It’s like you two were meant to be brothers this whole time,” you told him with a laugh. “That’s kind of crazy. Fate’s really amazing, huh...”

“You should come visit sometime. I think you’ll really like the guys. Hongjoong’s really cool, and Yunho’s pretty goofy but he’s sweet. San’s kinda flirty but he’s really nice and stuff when you get to know him. I think you’ll get along well with Seonghwa and Yeosang, honestly.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because you were always no fun growing up,” he teased.

But you did eventually go visit your brother. It had been a little while since you’d seen him anyway, so you figured why not. Besides, he seemed really excited about his pack and especially getting to reconnect with his childhood best friend. Honestly, you were a little bit curious to see how Wooyoung grew up.

What you didn’t expect when you arrived was to see Jung Wooyoung for the first time since you were in high school, and see him as so much more than just your little brother’s annoying friend.

Jung Wooyoung had grown up to be more handsome than you could’ve even imagined if you’d ever bothered to remember him. As soon as your eyes landed on him as he walked out the door to catch up with the pack while your brother excitedly greeted you from the driveway, you felt a massive crush on him hit you. And if this was what your grandmother had told you, Jongho, and your parents about, this was something more serious than just a human crush.

For Wooyoung, his entire world stopped. All he saw was you in his vision, everyone and everything else falling away. His heart was beating out of his chest, his palms suddenly felt clammy, and he had the strong urge to run right up to you and just wrap you up in his arms.

He had imprinted on his childhood best friend’s sister.

Thankfully, with Jongho’s excitement to introduce you to the pack, he hadn’t picked up on that. However, the same couldn’t be said for the pack. Seonghwa easily noticed, Hongjoong had a very strong suspicion, and Yeosang thought it was so painfully obvious that he couldn’t believe that Jongho didn’t realize when he had re-introduced the two of you and you finally had to properly acknowledge each other.

Yunho was the only one who didn’t notice, thinking that was just how Wooyoung was. He was very flirty with, well, just about anybody. So the older boy didn’t have reason to think anything of it.

But it was silently decided that nobody would tell Jongho about it. Neither you nor Wooyoung knew how to tell him. Jongho had become very protective of you ever since becoming a werewolf, so not only were you afraid of possibly upsetting him, but Wooyoung definitely was. Not only was Jongho his brother now, but they had been best friends since they could remember, and they had finally reuinted. He didn’t want to ruin their relationship, and neither did you. And since neither of you ever said anything, the rest of the pack knew it wasn’t their place.

Eventually, another werewolf came into the picture: Song Mingi. He was tall, a little awkward, but very sweet and funny. He had imprinted on his best friend, Aera, who he hadn’t told yet and insisted everyone associated with the pack never speak of it to her -- that included you. You weren’t at the pack house often -- Wooyoung would simply sneak out to visit you at your apartment because that was way easier -- but you were glad that Mingi’s situation overshadowed your own. The less attention on you and Wooyoung, the better.

Until Mingi ended up telling Aera, and then someone had to go and open their big, stupid mouth and ruin everything for you.

Jongho had invited you over for dinner to sort of ‘celebrate’ Mingi finally telling Aera after however many years that she was his mate. They, like Jongho and Wooyoung, had grown up together and were best friends throughout their whole lives. You were shocked Mingi managed to keep his secret for so long, but you were happy for him that he finally told her. Besides, Aera was always so laid back and relaxed. You figured she’d be fine with the whole situation.

“I still can’t believe you made a mistake that stupid,” you chuckled as the pack launched joke after joke toward Mingi’s lapse of thought which caused Aera to find out. “Even I know to be more careful than that.”

“Yeah, but you have family that’ve been telling you about werewolves since Jongho was in high school,” Mingi pouted. “My parents still don’t even know.”

“Guess they���re next on the list of people to tell,” Yeosang joked lightly, knowing Mingi was getting a little grumpy from all the teasing.

Yunho snorted before laughing, “Where are Wooyoung and _____ on that list?”

However, the joke that was meant to lighten the mood only made it worse. The air seemed to thicken almost immediately as everyone but the oblivious werewolf froze, eyes unsure if they wanted to look at you, Wooyoung, Jongho, or just continue staring at the table. It was so silent after Yunho’s laughter turned awkward and then quickly died down that even you could’ve heard a pin drop from outside. But after what felt like an eternity of just dead silence, something finally broke it that made you wish you’d continued to just sit in the quiet.

“What?” Jongho asked sharply.

From the end of the table, you heard Mingi mumble, “What was that about stupid mistakes?”

[hongism]

mists of celeste ➻ 17.5

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 2.9k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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act two ➻ part 17.5

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“You left dinner rather early,” Yeosang says, tone soft as he steps over the threshold and into Wooyoung’s room. Wooyoung snaps his chin up and looks at the man with wide eyes. He relaxes when he realizes it’s Yeosang, but the tension in his shoulders remains, shoulders so high up that they nearly touch his ears.

“I wasn’t feeling hungry,” he mutters back. He picks at the skin around one of his nails absentmindedly, too lost in thought to care about the damage he’s doing to his fingers. Yeosang releases a small sigh, one that Wooyoung barely picks up on, and he moves to join Wooyoung at the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under the added weight.

“You know it isn’t good to do that.” Yeosang reaches a hand out and pushes Wooyoung’s fingers away from the skin around his nails. Rather than letting his hands fall back to his side though, Yeosang laces his fingers through Wooyoung’s.

“O-Oh, yeah,” Wooyoung exhales, blinking back at the blond. He squeezes his fingers around Yeosang’s and revels in the warmth of his hand.

“What’s on your mind, Woo?” Yeosang’s voice remains quiet and calm, a soft lisp to his words, and Wooyoung nearly smiles as he hears it. His mind is too busy to think about how precious that little lisp is, and a frown overtakes his lips instead.

“I don’t know… I just — I’m shaken up, I guess. San and Y/N almost – they almost–”

“But they didn’t.” Yeosang doesn’t let him finish the thought. Wooyoung is almost grateful for it, but his mind has already thought through what could have happened. Imagined it, pictured it, played it out scene by scene. Wooyoung thinks about those sorts of things too much, in all honesty. “They’re both alive and well. Aren’t they?”

“Yeah, yeah. They are, but… it just makes me wonder.”

“Wonder about what?” Yeosang asks, chin tilting a bit.

“What would happen if one of us dies?” Wooyoung didn’t intend to ask the question aloud; he merely thought about it and debated the issue to himself, but somehow it found the air anyway. Yeosang stutters a little, no sound coming out of his mouth as he struggles to come up with a response.

Yeosang’s grip tightens a little, and Wooyoung stares down at their joined hands with too many thoughts inhabiting his mind. He lifts his free hand to his neck, toying with the metal collar around the skin. Yeosang notices the movements in an instant. His hand slips away from Wooyoung’s. Wooyoung chases after his fingers, missing the warmth immediately after losing it, and Yeosang doesn’t let him grasp his hand again. Instead, he pushes back on the bed and moves closer to the pillows. Wooyoung watches him go for a few seconds, then shifts to join Yeosang when he beckons him. Yeosang props his back against the pillows and crosses his legs, patting the inside of his thigh. Wooyoung doesn’t wait for further instruction; he drops his head onto Yeosang’s lap and looks up at the man with brows knitted together.

“It won’t happen. I won’t let it happen, Wooyoung.”

“How many times has Hongjoong promised us that? San almost died, and Hongjoong wasn’t there.” Yeosang shifts his jaw.

“He didn’t need to be. Y/N was there.”

“She nearly died too. If either of them had been alone, things wouldn’t have turned out the way they did.”

“You’re thinking too much about what could have happened, and not enough on what actually happened. The fact of the matter is that they came out of there alive. Isn’t that what’s important?”

“Okay, but what if one of us ends up like that? And what if we can’t get out of there alive? What then?” Wooyoung doesn’t sit up, but he looks up to peer into Yeosang’s piercing eyes with an equally intense stare. The man above him offers a faint grin.

“I made you a promise, Jung Wooyoung,” he whispers, fingers dancing over the long locks of hair spread across Wooyoung’s forehead. “I intend to keep it.”

Wooyoung’s gaze falls away from the man and finds the ceiling instead. It’s a bit odd to think back so far now – Yeosang made that promise nearly eight years ago, rain pouring down on their heads in the dead of night. Tall buildings rising around them, and guardsmen rushing through the streets in search of the both of them, yet in that moment, Wooyoung remembers feeling nothing but calm. Peace of mind. Yeosang was his everything right then; he had no one else to turn to except the sharp-eyed boy of only fifteen. He relives that moment in his dreams sometimes, but it always ends differently. It ends in Yeosang being caught and sentenced to death for escaping prison. Wooyoung being captured and made a slave again. The nightmares never let the ending be a good one even though reality made it so. The collar around his neck feels heaviest after those dreams.

Yeosang’s fingers drag over his scalp, pulling him out of the reverie of thoughts and nightmares with a gentle touch. Wooyoung nearly gasps at the suddenness of the sensation. Yeosang calms him down with such ease, like he’s done it a thousand times, and if Wooyoung had to count, he probably has done it at least that many times if not more.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmurs. The corners of his lips tug upwards, and those sharp eyes are impossibly soft as he looks down at Wooyoung. Wooyoung is his weakness, and they both know it. Part of Wooyoung fears that one day Yeosang will decide that he doesn’t want to have such a great weakness like Wooyoung around any longer. The other part is afraid of being beat in submission and obedience again, so much so that even Yeosang’s featherlight touches are overbearing sometimes.

“Sorry…” Wooyoung mutters back, eyes flitting over Yeosang’s features.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to apologize?” Wooyoung opens his mouth to apologize again, but he catches himself at the last second, a small laugh leaving his lips instead, and Yeosang’s smile stretches wider. He lets it fall away a moment later, expression turning back into one of concern. “That’s not the only thing bothering you, is it?”

Wooyoung presses his lips into a thin line and refuses to look at Yeosang. The more prominent question on his mind is one that is harder to say aloud, mostly because Wooyoung thinks he knows the answer to it already. He isn’t sure he’s ready to hear it.

“You know, Mingi said hello to me the other day!” Wooyoung says in attempts to change the subject. It doesn’t work in his favor at all, and Yeosang drags his tongue over his lower lip.

“I was there with you when that happened, Woo.”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I know that! I just – it’s exciting, that’s all. Um, progress. Good progress.” Wooyoung nods against Yeosang’s lap. The nervous smile on his lips betrays his avoidance of the topic, and it’s painfully obvious. Yeosang doesn’t push though. That almost makes Wooyoung feel worse.

“That’s true. Things with Mingi are qui–”

“How does this end?” Wooyoung interjects, words tumbling from his lips even though Yeosang didn’t press the subject.

“What do you mean?”

“When all this is said and done… when we finally rest… how does it end?” The corners of Wooyoung’s eyes burn as he asks the question. The tears come before he knows it, and Yeosang brushes the pads of his thumbs over Wooyoung’s cheeks to push the tears away. He isn’t even sure why he’s crying or what came over him, but they continue to flow down his cheeks.

“It ends with you safe. No matter the cost. You’ll be safe.”

“But what about you?”

Yeosang hesitates just long enough for the pit in Wooyoung’s gut to grow larger.

“You’ll be safe, Wooyoung,” he repeats after too many seconds of silence.

“I don’t want to be safe if you aren’t in the picture!” Wooyoung pulls away from Yeosang, sitting up again, and he turns to glare at the blond.

“Okay, Wooyoung, okay.” Yeosang reaches out to grab hold of his arms, but Wooyoung shrugs him off before he can touch him. There is no sincerity in his tone, no truth to the words, and it’s precisely what he was afraid of hearing. Yeosang would do anything for him. Wooyoung can’t handle that fact.

“I’m scared that I’m going to lose you. I don’t want your promises to keep me safe. I don’t want you to tell me that you’d make sure I’m safe no matter the costs, I don’t want that! I want you to promise me that you aren’t going anywhere. I want you to tell me that this ends with you and me together!”

“I-I can’t… I can’t do that, Wooyoung. You are never going to be safe as long as I’m in the picture. No matter where we go, I will always be the Royal Betrayer, I will always be Kang Minhee, I will always be the traitorous prince of Aera. No matter how many times I change my name or try to run from it, I can’t. That’s who I am, and–”

“And if not for me, you wouldn’t even have that title! You should’ve let them kill me!”

Yeosang has no response. His jaw stutters, and he looks away from Wooyoung, his brows knit so tightly together that Wooyoung can barely see the skin between them.

“But I didn’t,” he counters. A hint of anger crosses his features. “Would you like me to say that I regret it? I should’ve left you there? Let the slavemasters continue what they were doing? Let the military take you and use you? That I wish you were dead? That I should’ve killed you myself? Is that what you want to hear, Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung drops his chin, unable to stomach looking Yeosang in the eye as he hisses each question. “N-No…”

“Good, because I won’t say it and lie to you about how I feel. I don’t regret a thing. I don’t regret saving you and stopping them from taking or killing you. I would do it time and time again. I keep my promises, Wooyoung, and if anyone tries to fucking stop me from keeping that promise, I will end them. I know – trust me, I know how you want this to end. If I were being selfish, I would want the same, but I also know the reality. And the reality is that I cannot make sure you are safe if I am in the picture. So if one day, it comes down between me and your safety, I am choosing you.”

A choked sob escapes Wooyoung’s lips, and all the anger in Yeosang’s expression melts away at the sound. He stretches out to Wooyoung again. This time, he lets the other man grab hold of his arms and pull him against his chest, head pressed against the crook of Yeosang’s neck.

“You can’t ask me to choose otherwise, Woo. You’re all I have left. Please… let me have this.”

“I-I can’t. Because you’re all I have and all I’ve ever had. I can’t – I can’t lose you.”

“No one said you’re going to lose me,” Yeosang whispers against the shell of his ear. The emotion in his tone is thick, and it shocks Wooyoung to the core because he’s never seen Yeosang get emotional or cry in all the years that he’s known him.

“If y-you really – really cared about me, you would do what I want and stay with me no matter what.”

“That’s not how it works, Woo, and you know it.”

“I don’t fucking care how it works!” Wooyoung hisses the words against Yeosang’s skin, and the man shivers at the contact. “I want this to end with us together or not at all. If we both have to die for that to happen, then so be it.”

“Hongjoong won’t let that happen,” Yeosang murmurs. His breath is hot against Wooyoung’s forehead, the soft touch of his lips brushing over the skin as his words do. “And neither will I.”

“Do you trust him?”

“Yes… yes, I do. Even if sometimes I don’t see eye to eye with him, I trust him. He’s always kept you safe, and that’s all I can ask for. Because if–”

“Don’t. Please don’t say it. I don’t wa-want to think about that.” Even though he cut Yeosang off, Wooyoung knows what he was going to say. Because if I don’t make it, I know he’ll do my job when I’m gone.

“Okay, Woo. Let’s not think about it. What do you want to talk about instead?” Yeosang tightens his grip on Wooyoung’s shoulders, continuing to tug him back until they’re flat against the pillows. Wooyoung slumps on top of Yeosang with his head still buried into his neck, and Yeosang lets him stay like that. His fingers comb through Wooyoung’s dark locks, an unknown rhythm to his pace, but it calms the anxiety and worry bubbling in his gut nonetheless.

“What we’re gonna do when we’re done running,” Wooyoung whispers, pulling his head back a bit so he can rest it more comfortably against Yeosang’s chest.

“It depends on what you want to do.”

“I want you to pick.”

“Hm, well, if I had to choose something… I want to go somewhere snowy and cold. Maybe a small village and a simple house. Nothing too fancy or overwhelming. I don’t want the metal streets or glaring technology of Aera. I just want someplace that feels safe and sound. Right now, that place is you, so I’m content.”

“Don’t say stupid shit. It doesn’t suit you,” Wooyoung grumbles, pressing his face further against Yeosang. The man under him chuckles, and the sound reverberates through Wooyoung’s face.

“Okay, stupid shit filter is now on. But it’s your turn now. What do you want us to do in the future?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”

“Too busy thinking about the bad?”

“Shut up.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.” Wooyoung can feel the curve of Yeosang’s smile against his hairline, and the mere sensation brings a smile to his lips as well. These moments – the ones full of peace and each other – he would have them all the time if he could. Maybe that’s what he wants in the future. A chance to have peace with Yeosang. But he wants the same for the whole crew as well — every single one of them. “I’m happy here with the crew. I can’t imagine not being here anymore. I would miss the others too much, I think.”

“Then we’ll stay for as long as you want.”

“Even if I don’t ever want to leave?”

“Even if you don’t ever want to leave,” Yeosang confirms, nodding against Wooyoung’s head.

“Thank you, Yeosang.”

“You know you don’t need to thank me for anything.”

“I want to. I want you to know how grateful I am for you and the things you do for me. I know your life would be so much easier if I weren’t in the picture.”

“I wouldn’t want to live a life without you in the picture.”

“Then tell me you won’t go anywhere. Even if it’s a lie… just tell me that much.” Wooyoung shifts to look at Yeosang’s face, eye to eye with the man’s sharp features. He seems so gentle and soft in the low light of the room, so much different from the facade he wears in front of other people. It feels like Wooyoung’s own secret – having Yeosang’s softer side all to himself.

“I won’t go anywhere today, tomorrow, or any day in the future. I promise you that, Jung Wooyoung.” They exchange another smile, eyes unblinking as they look at each other, and Wooyoung huffs out a quiet laugh.

“I suppose that’ll do then.”

“That’ll do?” Yeosang scoffs, tone a bit incredulous as Wooyoung teases him. “That’ll do?”

“That’ll do, Kang Yeosang!”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love me regardless.”

“I suppose I do.”

The confirmation catches Wooyoung off-guard. He wasn’t expecting such a hasty response from Yeosang, or for him to say what he did, but when he looks down at Yeosang’s features again, the man has his eyes shut tight and a small smile covering his lips.

“Well, I love you too,” Wooyoung mumbles the words under his breath in the hopes that Yeosang won’t hear them.

“What was that?”

“I said I would love me too! If I were you, I would love me. Too. Because I’m so great! I would, yeah. I would love me. As well. If I were you. Not that I want to be you! Just – overall. You know?”

“Ah, I see. Good to hear, Woo.”

He most definitely heard Wooyoung loud and clear the first time.

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[ao3feed-ateez]

by pharmstears

Woo Hongjoong, prince of Moina gets forced into an arranged marriage with Park Seonghwa, prince of Aera: a kingdom known for hatred and disapproval of everyone who isn't a rich alpha. Join us on a tale of finding oneself in chaos.

Words: 866, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Chronicles of Chaos

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), Monsta X (Band), SEVENTEEN (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi, Choi San, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, Kang Yeosang, SEVENTEEN Ensemble, TOMORROW X TOGETHER Ensemble, Monsta X Ensemble, Block B Ensemble, iKON Ensemble, Red Velvet Ensemble

Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Royalty, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pack Dynamics, Smut, Angst, This is a crack fic, I have a plot I swear, OT13 - Freeform, OT7, OT5, there is a lot of emotional baggage, Panic Attacks, Arguing, i dont even know what to tag

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Arranged marriage | JJK x F!reader

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!reader

Genre: Mafia theme, fluff & a hint of angst

Warning: mentions of killing, attack & guns

Summary: After the death threat Mr. Jung received against his precious daughter, he decided to give her to the person he trusted the most.

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Y/n played with her dress anxiously as she kept waiting for who her father called "someone important". The doors of the big dining hall widely opened as three people walked in, as she heard the doors open she swiftly stood up and greeted them with her mother and father.

Jung Y/n, daughter and the weakness of a very feared and scary mafia gang leader. Was unbeknownst to the fact that she was going to get engaged to the current most feared mafia. Being the sunshine she is she always had a smile on her though which was fake sometimes.

Y/n never wanted to be bound to the dark underworld called Mafia, neither did her father. But in order to protect his daughter from the eyes of his rival gang he had to take this decision though his daughter may never forgive him for doing this.

Mr. Jung and Mr. Jeon hugged each other and sat down. Mr. Jung started" So, Y/n and Jungkook, as you both know the reason why Jeon Aera is married into our family, it actually isn't the true reason. The real reason was that Aera's identity was revealed to one of our rival gangs and they threatened to kill her and that's why we married her to my son Wooyoung. As you both know their relationship took off a rocky start but they're flying in the sky now. And Jungkook, i know we should have told you about this since its your precious younger sister but we knew your rage and your protectiveness over her so we couldn't inform you about it at the moment" "Sorry to interrupt you dad but why are you telling us this story now, is there a reason" Y/n asked being the curious person she is.

"Well a similar scene has occurred now, and we don't want to take any risk and we've decided that its best to tell you both" Mr. Jung motioned to Mr. Jeon to announce it. Mr. Jeon started " you both are going get engaged by next month, i know you both are shocked by this announcement but we have to do in order to protect Y/n. And Jungkook, I hope you don't have a problem with that" "I sure do not dad but I want give Y/n some time"

Snapping out of her thoughts Y/n put on her best fake smile and stated ," Sure uncle, and I hope me and Jungkook get along". Y/n felt like her world came crashing down she balled her fists, all she wanted was to have a normal life but looked like she couldn't have that. Unlike her brother Jung Wooyoung who was born to be in the mafia world, he had no other option and was raised to be one of the feared mafia leaders. But Y/n was never raised to be like her brother, her heart was sensitive and soft which could be crushed or broken easily, same was her personality. She never thought she would have to be the only bright star in someone's dark sky.

After the dinner, the Jeon family left. As she was getting prepared to sleep she heard a knock on her door mumbling as she soft 'come in' the door opened revealing her father Mr. Jung, Y/n smiled as she knew why her father was there. Mr. Jung sat on the corner of the bed fiddling with his fingers nervously. Y/n chuckled and said " Dad you don't have to be so nervous you know, its me your daughter". A single tear left escaped her dad's eye as he his voice cracked, "I'm sorry princess, I know i should have asked you but i was too occupied with concern of your safety that i forgot about valuing your feeling" "Dad I know you did this for my safety and you don't have to apologize for that" Y/n said that as she hugged her father comforting him.

NEXT DAY

"YOU AND JUNGKOOK WHAT?!?" Aera shrieked as she just heard the news about the engagement. "Yes me and your brother are getting engaged, and I'm fucking nervous" Aera hugged Y/n as she herself was shocked. "Well thank god its my brother because he will never mistreat you and you don't have to be scared. When me and Wooyoung first got married, your brother was fucking workaholic bitch and he always came home at 12 and we literally never spoke but now see us. I'm sure you both will get along though my brother may be too shy to talk to you, I'm fucking sure he will open up to you"

"Mama!!" a small voice called out for Aera as she saw her 1-year old son running to her with her husband chasing his son from behind. Y/n saw her brother and went to him because no matter what her brother was the only one who always knew how she felt. Wooyoung ruffled her hair and gave her a forehead kiss "Hello princess, I got to know about your engagement. Tell me if Jungkook hyung is not treating you properly I will take care of it" Wooyoung joked to ease out her nevousness in Y/n. "You know his sister is still present here" Aera added to which all of them laughed.

ENGAGEMENT DAY

Y/n was wearing a light blue ball gown with the sleeves reaching till her fingers. And her make-up was done in a very bright color which was unlike her mood. Though it had been two weeks from the announcement Y/n just couldn't get herself to believe the fact that she will soon get married to Jungkook and today was her engagement day.

After exchanging the rings, everyone were at the dining hall where everyone was speaking but Y/n couldn't focus cause she was in her own thoughts. She then excused herself stating she wanted to go to the restroom. After clearing her mind and putting on her best fake smile she exited the restroom and saw that Jungkook was waiting out of the door for her. Y/n started to feel nervous and was about to walk past him when Jungkook called out for her, "Hey Y/n, I wanna speak to you" "Sure" Y/n gave a soft smile as she looked at him. "Well here is not the right place. how about we go out and get some fresh air" "S-sure" Y/n felt herself stuttering because of the extreme nervousness she felt. They were sitting next to each other on the bench in front the lake as Jungkook started, "Well I know you are not exactly happy about this marriage but I hope in future I can make you feel comfortable with me and I promise I will protect you forever" Jungkook gave an assuring smile. Y/n smiled "Thank you Jungkook"

WEDDING DAY

Y/n clutched on her bouquet as if her life depended on it. Y/n felt like she would trip on her wedding gown and the fact that she was wearing her white high-heels didn't help. But she managed to reach where Jungkook was standing. Her soon-to-be-husband was black suit with white shirt and black tie elegantly sitting around his collar. He gave her an assuring smile and slight nod assuring that everything would be fine. Y/n took her next step towards him believing him with her future and stepped infront of looking into his eyes, that was the moment both of them realized that they found the perfect partner for life whom they can trust blindly with anything.

They were lost in each others eyes when they heard the priest announcing "Do you Jung Y/n accept Jeon Jungkook as your lawfully wedded husband?" "Y-yes" Y/n answered still looking into Jungkook's eyes. "Do you Jeon Jungkook accept Jung Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?" "Yes". "You may now kiss the bride" the priest announced, Jungkook then looked at Y/n for her assurance and after receiving a nod from her, Jungkook pulled her by her waist and gave her soft kiss, they both felt like their world around them stopped as they melted into the kiss. And that's the moment they realized they found their missing piece.

It was night when Y/n went to her new home, she saw that she was going to live in a very big mansion. She walked into Jungkook's bedroom as soon as she entered Jungkook too entered the room from behind her and softly said "I hope the room is big enough for you, I will be sleeping in the room next to you, you can call me whenever you want" "No actually you can sleep here, I don't want to kick you out of your room" "No no its-" "no you are sleeping here"

The sunlight creaked out of the window as Y/n rubbed her eyes. Y/n saw that the bed next to her was empty she somewhat felt sad though she couldn't state a reason to her unknown sadness herself. Y/n went down to the kitchen to get herself a cup of tea, she then smelled the fragrance of pancakes and tea. She saw a muscular figure with an apron tied to his waist, his back facing her cooking pancakes which for sure looked delicious.

"Good morning" Y/n said from behind for which Jungkook flinched a little, he turned around and saw Y/n with her hair messily put up in a bun and her bare face looking plump which Jungkook thought was cute. "Good morning to you too" Jungkook then places two plates of pancakes in front of Y/n and nervously said, "Uh I'm not much of a good cook but I hope you like this" "oh I'm sure you're good cook, but can I know from when do you know cooking?" "umm your brother taught me cooking" "Oh then for sure your cooking will be amazing."

It had been four months since Jungkook and Y/n got married, they got unknowingly comfortable with each other, both of them started to fall for each other unbeknownst to the other person. Today was just like any other day they had Jungkook at work while Y/n was at home in her library reading her books when she suddenly heard the loud sound of windows crashing, getting scared she looked at the camera which was there for her safety if someone broke into the house, she then saw that someone had actually broken into the house and were fighting with the body gaurds .

Hurriedly Y/n called Jungkook who was in a meeting with some important clients, Jungkook saw her caller ID and was worried. After excusing himself he received the call and before he could ask what happened, a very scared and broken voice called out for him, "Jungkook someone broke into the house, please come home early. I'm scared" "Y/n please don't freak out, I'm coming for you, please hide till I come" Jungkook felt like someone had hit him in the head, he felt too scared about loosing his love of the life. And that's when he realized he had fallen for her completely and that he doesn't want to loose her.

Coming to back to his mansion, he saw the broken glasses and a lot of screaming, "Take care of the rival men, I'll go find Y/n". Jungkook went inside the mansion from the other door and went to the room he was sure would find her in. as soon as he entered the room he saw a figure crouched in the corner of the room "Y/N" Jungkook screamed Y/n looked up and ran to his arms, Jungkook held her tightly as she sobbed loudly in his arms. he mumbled soft 'its okay' and 'I'm here now'. at this moment it felt like they indirectly confessed to each other about their feelings.

The door opened revealing one of Jungkook's men, "sir, the field is clear" Jungkook nodded and motioned him to leave them alone to which he obliged. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you love but now I'm here let it all out, I promise to stay by your side forever from now on" Jungkook then lifted her face and gave her a soft kiss on her lips for which Y/n calmed down and was silently rested in his arms now on his lap.

"I love you" "I love you" both of them uttered at the same moment and they chuckled, Y/n then lifted her head and connected their lips together. and that's the moment they felt completely connected.

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Ship meme - Aeri & Wooyoung

send me a ship and i’ll tell you... | accepting

who believes in love at first sight? good question ... probably neither

who started liking the other first? wooyoung most definitely

who is more likely to suggest a romantic, candle-lit dinner? both but wooyoung probably brings it up more frequently

who’s behind the wheel more often during road trips? pretty sure wooyoung would have no choice whether he wanted to or not

who sets up the tent and who gathers firewood during a camping trip? that would be wooyoung’s job

who hooks bait during a fishing trip? who catches more fish? wooyoung doesn’t particularly enjoy fishing so he would avoid such scenarios

who insists on learning how to ballroom dance? probably aera

who goes all out on the other’s birthday? neither .. they’re both lazy but they’ll shower each other with lots of love regardless

who sings louder while cooking? while showering? aera

who teases the other for said singing? wooyoung would tease her whether she were singing or not!

who insists on checking their zodiac sign compatibility every so often? aera might ... if it had to be anyone. wooyoung has no interest in those kinds of things.

who drags the other to fortune tellers at fairs? maybe aera? again, wooyoung? boy’s like dragging himself as far away from the fortune tellers as possible

who would carry who over the doorstep of a new home? obviously wooyoung