#I wish I can bring his plushy to work without feel self conscious of hugging a horror sans toy in public

[smokbeast]

Work scribbles of a certain fella both shark and bone

[seacottons]

—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

[vminni]

The More Things Change (The More They Stay The Same)

“You’re coming home this weekend, right?” Jisung’s chin was hooked on top of his favorite pig plushie, and his eyes were filled with a hope so palpable Minho could feel it through the screen.

“I am,” Minho hugged his own matching plushie to his chest with one arm and used the other to adjust the computer balancing in his lap. “I’m excited to see you and Binnie and Seungmin.”

“But mostly me, right?” Jisung batted his eyelashes and Minho laughed at his friend’s flirty antics, because he knew that was what was expected, taping down the flutter in his chest.

“Of course. Most excited about you.”

“You better be. I haven’t seen you in six months,” Jisung whined, the blanket around his shoulders slipping briefly. He tugged it back up, but not before Minho saw a flash of golden skin.

Minho’s heart skipped a beat at the sight and he hoped his longing wasn’t visible on his face. He’d spent years doing his best to hide the fact that his feelings towards Jisung were much more than platonic, and he wasn’t about to reveal his secret now.

Jisung’s voice drew Minho out of his thoughts, “What time are you getting back?”

“Um,” Minho searched around his bed until he found his phone, pulling up the details for his flight home, “Friday night around seven.”

“I’ll be there,” Jisung promised. “Holding a sign with your name on it and everything.”

Minho laughed at that, then shot Jisung a fond smile, “Go to sleep, dork.”

“Fall asleep with me?” Jisung shifted his laptop, placing it on the chair that Minho knew he kept next to his bed just for this very purpose. He didn’t wait to hear Minho’s answer, just lay down and began wiggling around in an attempt to get comfortable. The angle of the camera showed a few more flashes of bare skin before he tugged the blanket all the way up to his neck, finally settled. His sleepy eyes blinked at the camera, his dark hair a halo on his white pillow, and Minho could feel his heart about to burst.

In an effort to distract himself, he got up and retrieved his desk chair, placing it next to his own bed. Minho set his laptop there and lay down, fiddling with the angle until it matched Jisung’s.

Silence filled both rooms and Minho let his breathing even out, but didn’t dare to close his eyes. Not yet, not when Jisung was still staring at him, eyes heavy with sleep but still open, still watching. Minho always made sure Jisung fell asleep first, if only to assure himself that the younger boy was actually sleeping, because he knew Jisung struggled with that sometimes. The fact that he got to see Jisung’s beautiful peaceful face was just an added bonus.

They normally didn’t speak during this part of their calls, but Jisung suddenly broke the silence with a barely audible whisper, “I wish you never left.”

Minho opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Jisung was speaking again, still quiet.

“I know it’s selfish, I know the school you went to is the best in the country for dance, and that’s what you wanted, and I know I have no right but...I wish you were here.” His eyes were shut now and he was clutching the pig plushie Minho had gifted him so tight it seemed like it might burst, “I want to fall asleep next to you for real, not just through a screen.”

Minho kept quiet, a rush of emotions rendering him incapable of any thoughts other than is it possible that he feels the same, and it wasn’t until Jisung’s starry eyes cracked back open that Minho spoke.

“Friday,” he promised, voice low and a little bit broken. “We can sleep for the whole weekend if that’s what you want.” He found Jisung’s eyes and their vulnerability pulled a truth from him, “Whatever you want, Sung. I don’t care about seeing anyone else. I just want to be with you.”

“I love you,” Jisung mumbled, sleep creeping into his voice and painting his features soft.

It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but if felt different somehow, more open, more real. Or maybe that was Minho just desperately wishing.

Whatever the case, he said it back, his heart poured into those four words, “I love you too.”

-

Jisung kept his promise and Minho broke into a laugh when he saw him at the arrival gate, a sparkly sign with Minho’s name on it held above his head.

“Dork,” Minho muttered fondly, clutching his carry on bag tighter in his hand so he wouldn’t do something stupid like grab Jisung by the cheeks and kiss him senseless.

Jisung noticed him at that moment and his whole face lit up, a wide smile scrunching his eyes as he waved the sign excessively. Minho laughed and hurried over to him, stopping when he was just a few steps away.

He blinked, shook his head slightly, then blinked again.

But nothing changed.

“Your teeth,” Minho knew he should be hugging Jisung right now, should be clutching his best friend in his arms and making a scene that would annoy the rest of the travelers, but he couldn’t. He was too shocked. “They’re straight.”

Jisung was still beaming at him, and Minho could see it, he could see how happy and confident and proud Jisung was, and he knew he should compliment him, should tell him how beautiful he looked, but all that came out was, “Why?”

Jisung’s smile faltered a bit and he let the sign drop, lifting one hand to his mouth as Minho stared at him, eyes wide. The longer Minho stared, the more uncomfortable the younger boy seemed to get, until the smile had fallen completely from his face, “Because they were weird before.”

Minho wanted to scream that they weren’t weird, that they were charming and beautiful and endearing and so Jisung that it was almost a little unsettling seeing him without the crooked smile. Minho wondered how he hadn’t noticed on any of their video calls, wondered how long it had been since he’d last seen Jisung’s flawed smile, wondered just when he’d lost something he loved so fully without even realizing it.

It was obvious how awkward Jisung felt and Minho could sense a gap growing between them as he just stood there and stared, instead of touching him, instead of complimenting him. He could see the hurt in Jisung’s eyes and he had to fix it, had to destroy it before it overtook him.

“You look beautiful,” Minho’s words were shot with sincerity, because he did look beautiful, he’d always looked beautiful and nothing was going to change that. Minho knew it would do no good to tell him that he’d looked incredible before, that there hadn’t been a need to fix anything, knew that all those thoughts were selfish, because Jisung clearly looked happier now.

Minho dropped his bag and finally closed the distance between them, pulling Jisung close as the younger boy let his sign fall and clutched Minho back. Minho’s hand cradled the back of his head, fingers tangling into Jisung’s thick hair, and he breathed in the familiar scent of home. Jisung’s face was pressed to his neck and Minho could feel his shaky, stuttering breaths flutter across his sensitive skin. He thought he felt a tear and then Jisung shuddered in his hold, a few sobs escaping as Minho clung to him tighter. The sound of Jisung’s pain brought tears to his own eyes and soon he too was crying, wrapped up in an embrace he never wanted to leave.

Jisung was speaking now, words tumbling from his lips over and over, barely audible, and Minho felt them more than heard them.

“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.”

-

After their video call a few nights ago, Minho had assumed Jisung was going to bring him straight to his house after the airport, so they could fall asleep together like he wanted.

But instead they were at a diner, crowded into a small booth with Changbin and Seungmin, and though Minho loved his other friends to death and was happy to see them, he just wanted to be alone with Jisung.

At least Jisung was sharing a bench with him, pressed into Minho’s side as he dipped his french fries in his chocolate shake. He and Changbin were talking enthusiastically about a new song they’d just recorded and Minho knew he should be listening, but he was too caught up in the warmth of Jisung’s thigh against his own.

They’d been sitting there for about an hour when Jisung got up to use the restroom, his oversized jacket slipping from his shoulder as he did so. The denim gave way to reveal golden skin and a leanly muscled arm that was nothing like the skinny twig Minho was used to. Jisung didn’t seem to notice as he crossed the room and Minho’s heart stuttered, remembering the shy boy who used to balk at the thought of wearing even a t-shirt, so self-conscious about his arms that everything he wore was oversized and concealing.

Seungmin followed Minho’s gaze and smiled knowingly, “He’s been working out.”

Minho nodded, tearing his eyes away and returning them to his dinner. He picked at his burger, “He, um, he changed a lot.”

“Only physically,” Seungmin’s voice was soft and Minho knew his friend could see everything written on Minho’s face. “He’s still the same.”

-

It was nearly midnight when they finally made it to Jisung’s house, Minho’s eyes heavy from the day of travel. When they reached Jisung’s bedroom, Minho dropped his bag on the floor and moved towards the bed, not bothering to switch on the light. He knew his way around Jisung’s room almost as well as his own, and he was sprawled across the mattress in seconds.

Jisung followed behind him, tugging the door closed and kicking Minho’s bag to the side. There was enough light from the moon coming through the window for Minho to see as Jisung began to change.

He shrugged out of the jacket and Minho felt his breath catch, knew that if Jisung looked up and met his gaze he would see all the yearning and desire Minho had been hiding for years. He didn’t though, tossing the jacket towards the closet and gripping the edge of his tank top, pulling it up and over his head.

This time Minho’s gasp was audible and Jisung’s eyes flicked up, meeting Minho’s in the soft darkness. The vulnerability from their video call was back and Minho could sense Jisung was nervous, but he changed into a pair of sweatpants before making his way to the bed, still shirtless.

He stopped, a few steps from the edge, and Minho slowly sat up, his eyes on Jisung’s face. There was a desperation there, a longing that Minho recognized, and he knew, knew that he’d been stupid all these years.

Jisung loved him too.

It was Jisung who spoke first, his hands drifting up to his defined stomach, “I did it for you.”

Minho blinked, confused, and stared up into the face of the only person he’d ever wanted, “Did what?”

“This,” Jisung patted his stomach, then hugged his own arms tightly around him, gripping his biceps. “I thought maybe then you’d finally see me.”

“I’ve always seen you, Sung,” Minho’s words were more of a breath than anything, but he knew Jisung heard them. It wasn’t a proper confession, but it was enough, and Jisung was in his arms before Minho had a chance to blink.

They tumbled backwards onto the bed and Minho’s world stopped spinning as a warm mouth found his, tentative and soft and full of so much feeling that Minho almost broke. How had he not known? How had he gone all this time thinking that he was the only one?

Minho let his hands run gently up and down Jisung’s back, marveling at the way it caused Jisung’s breath to hitch against Minho’s mouth. They continued to kiss for a few more minutes, hands and lips exploring, until Jisung pulled back. His pupils were blown wide and his mouth was red and his skin was flushed and he was so beautiful Minho almost cried.

“I love you,” the words were full of so much sincerity that a tear did escape, and Minho held Jisung in place by the hips as the younger boy watched it’s trajectory with wonder filled eyes.

“I love you too,” Minho’s breath stuttered as Jisung reached out and gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, then dusted a few kisses over the trail it had left. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. You didn’t have to change for me.”

Jisung rolled off of Minho and settled down against his side, laying his head on the older boy’s chest as Minho’s arm came up to curl around his waist, “I wanted to be more confident. So that I could finally work up the courage to tell you the truth. And then I thought, maybe if I was hot enough, you’d forget that you’d only ever seen me as a friend.”

“You’ve always been beautiful, Sung.” Minho worked his thumb over the jut of Jisung’s hip, enjoying the shiver it sent through the other boy, “But I’m proud of how far you’ve come. Of your confidence. You deserve to shine.”

Jisung’s fingers played with the hem of Minho’s t-shirt before they dipped under, splaying across his warm skin, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years. But I never thought it would actually be a reality.”

“It’s real,” Minho couldn’t believe it either. “I love you and you love me and we have a whole weekend to jam a few months worth of kisses into.”

There was a soft sadness in Jisung’s answering chuckle, “And then you have to go back to school.”

“And then I have to go back to school,” Minho’s voice was gentle and his hand was reassuring on Jisung’s hip. “But I’ll come back. In a few months I’ll come back for summer and we can spend the whole time annoying Bin and Seungmin with our love.”

Jisung’s laugh was more genuine this time and he nuzzled into Minho’s chest, his hair tickling the older boy’s nose, “I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” Minho murmured, his lips ghosting across the crown of Jisung’s head as his eyes slipped shut. He was exhausted, but he waited, waited until Jisung’s breathing had evened in sleep, before he finally let himself go, arms curled protectively around the boy he loved.