#Seonghwa Fell First But HongJoong fell Harder

[hwasfeatherduster]

I now understand why people enjoy the Slow Burn trope.

SEONGHWA STAND UP! THE TIME HAS COME!!!!

[juustokaku]

Confidentiality - Chapter 8. - yandere!ATEEZ OT8 x f!reader

Introduction: Joining a peer support group for mentally ill was a good idea for the last two times you were there. Then it's only natural for the third time to go well too, right?

Pairings: yandere!Hongjoong x reader, yandere!Seonghwa x reader, yandere!Yunho x reader, yandere!Yeosang x reader, yandere!San x reader, yandere!Mingi x reader, yandere!Wooyoung x reader, yandere!Jongho x reader

T/W: This story will include talk about mental health struggles such as body dysmorphia, paranoid thoughts and more. Possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, violence. Dark themes are to be expected. A brief situation of harassment (not by any of the members) in this chapter. A/N: Forgive me for the long wait! I hope the chapter won't be disappointing or incoherent... I like writing this story but my own judgmental thoughts honestly are a kill of joy. I'm happy to receive feedback, be it constructive criticism or positive words. I hope someone will enjoy this <3 Word count: 4 062 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Once again, you held the phone to your ear. The sound of the phone ringing was quiet and stable but it did not lessen your anxiety at all. Eventually it stopped ringing, leaving you in heavy silence. 

Jongho hadn’t answered this time either. You had tried to call him at least 20 times in a span of couple days, but it was like he had disappeared from the face of the Earth. Despite being upset at him, you were more worried than you wanted to admit. You also missed him, his stoic nature, and the unexpected moments of sweetness. 

Frustrated, you tossed the phone away. Was Jongho so childish and stubborn that he hid from you on purpose after you had kicked him out of your home? Or could he be in danger? You couldn’t help but feel bad for banishing him. That was how he probably wanted you to feel, but there was nothing to do about the feeling. 

Spring, the season of hope and new beginnings, was near so the weather was warming up. Still, it was already late in the evening. The nights at that time of the year were still cold, and you grabbed a warm jacket; one that did not attract attention. You feared the possibility that some creep would notice and follow you in the dimly lit streets of the little city you lived in. 

Maybe in another life you would have liked walks outside. But this world was evil. If you already hated being outside even in the daylight, when the moon rose on the sky, your senses were heightened to a maximum. 

The walk to Jongho’s place wasn’t practically that long despite it being on a completely different area of the city. He actually lived in a house instead of a crappy, crampy apartment like you did. 

You were always astonished by his house. It was of an appropriate size but screamed how rich he was. A slightly annoyed huff fell from your lips as you thought about how he had said you couldn’t go ice skating for it being too expensive. Dude lived in the most prestigious area of the city but complained about the cost of ice skating. The memory made you smile nonetheless. 

There was a gate separating his yard and house from the street. You rang the doorbell on it, wishing sincerely he’d let you in or at least talk to you. 

The weather wasn’t windy but you still felt cold. Maybe Jongho would see you shivering and let you in out of pity. That is if he was even alive anymore. 

The house stood dark and tall in front of you, and the only thing separating you from Jongho was the gate. Your heart clenched at the unbearable thought of having lost him forever. Losing his friendship felt even harder knowing that you had never had much friends in the first place. 

After 10 minutes, you walked away from the house, steps heavy with disappointment. You had driven Jongho away with your anger. It was difficult to remember in that moment that your anger had been completely justified. You just wanted to see Jongho again. 

As if the situation hadn’t been depressing enough already, small, cool drops of water fell on your skin. Even the sky was crying with you.  

You kept walking, bravely telling yourself that you didn’t care about the rain turning into a downpour. But eventually, it started bothering you too much. It was cold, wet and dark, and you felt yourself getting frustrated. 

You found a shelter next to a small grocery store that was nearing its closing hours. Sure, it would have been wiser to go inside the store to warm up for a moment, but you were just going to stay in the shelter for a moment for the rain to stop. 

Some people walked past you out of the store occasionally but you were too deep in your thoughts to pay attention to it. Then a voice of a man clearly talking to you snapped you out of it. 

“Waiting for the rain to stop, huh?” 

“Yeah,” you glanced at the man quickly, not wanting to give him too much attention. 

Noticing that the middle-aged man was dressed up in dirty clothes and reeked of alcohol made you already uneasy. But the look in his dazed eyes was more concerning; he eyed you up and down, and smiled at you. It was not a kind nor inviting smile. It was a predatory smile flashed at you with yellow teeth. 

“I can wait with you so you won’t be lonely.” 

You felt your heartrate speed up. There was no way that man had good intentions with the way he shifted closer to you. 

“Thanks, but there’s no need to... Your groceries should be taken to your fridge quickly before they get bad.” 

Your attempt to politely refuse his offer didn’t work. 

“Oh, sweet girl. Don’t worry, I don’t have any purchases that need immediate care,” the man grinned and moved closer once again to show the contents of his plastic bag. 

It didn’t surprise you to find the bag was filled with beer bottles. You had to come up with a new excuse. 

“What about your wife? She’s surely waiting for you already.” 

“Hm? You’re prettier than her. Not so wrinkly and not always nagging about my drinking.” 

You felt disgusted on so many levels; the man had no right to talk that way about his wife when he looked like a malformed abomination of a rat that had escaped from the sewers. Hell, no man should talk about their own wife like that, no matter the looks. 

“A pretty girl like you deserves a man like me. Young men nowadays are so feminine and sensitive,” the man smirked arrogantly, “A true man knows his own power and how to use it to his advantage.” 

Your hand slipped inside your pocket. It was not for warmth but for reaching the pepper spray. Everyone used to laugh at you for carrying that because you’d probably never have to use it. But you’d have the last laugh. 

“What are you hiding in your pockets?” the man’s eyes were directed at your hands, a deep frown settling on his face. 

“J-Just warming up my hands.” 

“Bullshit. Are you trying to call the police on me?” 

If you were afraid before, now you were definitely terrified. How could you even use the pepper spray when your hands were trembling in fear? 

“You stupid bitch. What did I even do? Women don’t appreciate compliments these days anymore!” the man shouted angrily, and instead of standing lazily like before, he turned his body wholly towards you. 

You couldn’t freeze in that moment. No way in hell were you going to let that man touch you. 

But as you were about to pull the pepper spray from your pocket, a familiar voice caught both your and the man’s attention. 

“Step away from her.” 

Your head snapped into the direction of the voice, and you noticed; Yunho stood there, firm and commanding. For the first time in your life, you saw him in a good light. The long coat he wore could have been a superhero cloak, that’s how grateful you were. 

“Who are you to command me like that?” the drunkard scoffed at Yunho. 

But as Yunho walked closer, the man seemingly realized how much taller Yunho was, how much at disadvantage the man was. 

“I’m telling you one last time to step away and leave immediately.” 

“Pfft. What are you? A policeman?” the man attempted to assert dominance and show off his fragile masculinity. 

“In fact, I am. Although I’m off-duty, I have a couple weapons with me,” Yunho said, clearly not intimidated at all, “I won’t shoot you but I can guarantee that getting tazed doesn’t feel pleasant either.” 

To emphasize his words, Yunho pulled out a taser and swung it in his hands. The other man’s defiant expression morphed into a pathetic look of fear. 

“Sorry, man. I’ll go,” the man rushed away like there was a tail between his legs. 

You looked at Yunho with admiration. Even the guilt for doubting his intentions and nature before didn’t shake your mind at that moment; you just needed desperately to show your appreciation for him. 

Still, the best you could do was look at Yunho with wide eyes and utter a few words. 

“Thank you.” 

Yunho smiled, looking almost giddy when you talked to him, “I just did my duty.” 

“Your duty as a policeman?” 

“Yes, but mostly my duty as your personal protector.” 

A little giggle left your lips at Yunho’s comment. There was a warm feeling of gratitude in your chest. Yunho had never been a bad man after all although acting quite weirdly occasionally. 

“I’m more than just grateful. You saved me from a dangerous situation.” 

Yunho’s cheeks flushed and an adorable, sheepish smile spread on his lips. Having been always suspicious of him, you hadn’t realized before how sweet he looked every time you talked to him.  

“Let me walk you home. You must be scared after meeting that creep,” Yunho extended his hand out for you. In his other hand he held an umbrella which had a Spiderman print. 

What was the worst thing that could happen if you took his hand in yours? 

You felt like the company of a man who had proven his good intentions would bring you safety on your way home. You grabbed Yunho’s large hand in yours, feeling comforted yet a little nervous. 

“So, you like Spiderman?” 

Yunho chuckled at your question. He seemed overjoyed to walk hand-in-hand with you even though it was raining cats and dogs. 

“He’s what I want to become. A hero.” 

You smiled softly and couldn’t resist the temptation to say something corny, “You’re already my hero.” 

Yunho laughed heartily and glanced at you. His eyes were twinkling, replacing the stars that couldn’t be seen that night due to the clouded sky. 

“What are you doing out this late anyways?” he inquired. 

The air felt a little colder again as your thoughts wandered to Jongho. 

“Jongho has disappeared. I’ve tried to contact him but there’s no answer,” you revealed, “I went to his house tonight in hopes of finding him there, but it’s like he’s avoiding me.” 

Something flickered in Yunho’s eyes for a split second before a thoughtful look set on his face. He squeezed your hand a little. 

“That must be rough. He’s your boyfriend after all.” 

“Well, not anymore. There was an incident that led to me breaking up with him,” you muttered. 

The man next to you nodded and spoke again, “I can help you find him. I’m a policeman, you know? We may not have enough reason to report him as missing, but I have my knowledge of finding missing people as my offer.” 

Yunho’s hand may have been warm but the smile on his face was even warmer; it comforted you. 

When the two of you eventually stood at your doorstep, Yunho’s reluctance to let go of your hand was clear. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed in concern. 

“Are you okay? The man must have scared you badly.” 

You let go of Yunho’s hand to pull the pepper spray out of your pocket. 

“You’re my favorite hero but this one will come in handy sometimes too,” you chuckled. 

Yunho smiled, “Just call me whenever you need help with anything. And I mean anything.” 

You offered your phone for Yunho to type in his number. Suddenly, he frowned. 

“Why is your home screen wallpaper a picture of you and Yeosang?” he asked, voice a few degrees colder than before. 

It was strange to see that sweet man get so worked up over a simple picture. 

“Yeosang is practically my only friend. I like to have a reminder of that now I have someone to rely on.” 

The embarrassment in your voice was clear as you were forced to explain your sad situation of friendships. At least Yunho’s expression softened. 

“I’ll be your friend from now on. Make sure to spend time with me... and change that wallpaper,” Yunho spoke. 

The next week Jongho wasn’t at the group therapy meeting. Just like the week before, he was gone, leaving you worried. But at least now you had someone who would be able to help search for him. 

The room felt so empty without him but no-one else seemed to care. 

Charlotte didn’t even question Jongho’s absence that time, just moving straight to the activities of the day. 

“Find yourself a pair,” Charlotte guided with a mysterious smile, “I won’t tell you what the activity is yet.” 

Wooyoung and San paired up immediately, and Seonghwa and Hongjoong glanced at each other in agreement. They had found their cliques, the person who they got along with the best. It was beyond your understanding though how someone as sweet as Seonghwa could like Hongjoong. 

You didn’t even have time to get up from your seat when Yunho had appeared in front of you like out of thin air. You felt a little intimidated and small while he stood over you, but the fear you used to feel around him was gone. He was just a gentle giant, the hero who had saved you from a situation that could have escalated. 

“Be my pair,” Yunho requested. 

His request was tempting but there was someone else standing a little farther away, looking at you longingly; it was Yeosang. 

“I think Yeosang wants-” 

“Please,” Yunho said, voice soft and almost vulnerable. 

You didn’t want to betray Yeosang but Yunho’s sad look tugged at your heartstrings. It didn’t take too long for you to give an apologetic look to Yeosang and a nod for Yunho. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw Yeosang walk over to Mingi and pair up with him. You’d apologize to Yeosang later. 

Yunho sat down next to you, his long legs brushing against yours briefly. Now that he was sitting next to you just like the first time you met, he seemed satisfied. 

“The topic of today is relationships to other people. Discuss with your partner about the person who has the most meaning in your life right at this moment,” Charlotte revealed the task. 

That was the hardest topic for you so far. There had never been much people to start with who would have cared about you as you cared about them. It was a curse to love but to be unable to be loved. Sometimes you wished upon the stars that you could stop caring about people. However, no matter how much you cried after lost friends, the universe just brought more people to lose into your life. 

Maybe that’s why Jongho’s disappearance bothered you so much. Losing another friend was expected but the way he had completely vanished was slowly breaking you apart. You couldn’t help but blame yourself. It had been completely justified to kick him out of your apartment that day he threw the plate on Yeosang’s face; you shouldn’t feel ashamed. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” 

Yunho’s voice brought you back on Earth, saving you from your drowning thoughts. 

You might have lost Jongho’s friendship but you gained Yunho’s. It was just the matter of time when you’d mess up that situation as well. 

“I’m okay. I was just thinking what to talk about in this topic,” your smile was weak yet reassuring enough. 

“If it helps you, I can go first,” Yunho suggested. 

At your nod, Yunho began to talk about the person who meant the most to him. His eyes practically shined like he was passionate about the chance to finally tell you about the love of his life. 

“There’s a woman who stole my heart a couple years ago. I haven’t been able to think about anyone else after she caught my attention.” 

It was honestly adorable to hear Yunho ramble about the woman. A hint of jealousy gnawed at your insides; for someone to love you like Yunho loved the woman was a dream. 

“The way she walked out of the police station, the way she talked to the other officers, scared and needing help... It made me realize the meaning of my life isn’t to protect all the people. It’s to protect her.” 

Yunho was clearly devoted. His words were sweet at first. The way he talked about her was a clear indication of how much she had affected his life. But suddenly his words took a slightly darker turn. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy in my arms. It doesn’t matter if I have to burn her house or the whole world as long as she runs to me for safety,” Yunho spoke, his voice loving, the complete opposite of his words. 

“Wow, she’s one lucky girl,” you chuckled nervously. 

Surely Yunho must have meant it as a joke. He was a man of justice, not an arsonist. 

“She’s my lucky girl,” Yunho smiled softly at you, “So, who is the person you hold dear to your heart?” 

You still hadn’t come up with a good answer. The only friends you had in that moment were Yeosang and Yunho, but you knew neither of them well enough. Jongho had grown quite close with you, at least you liked to think so, but he was gone now. 

“I don’t really have people who are close to me,” you admitted reluctantly, feeling unsure if you should tell these kinds of things. 

“Just say anyone.” 

“Well, I think Yeosang is the closest to me right now.” 

Yunho’s encouraging smile turned into a frown. It baffled you; there was always a chance that you could be the woman Yunho loved, but he had mentioned having met her a couple years ago already. 

“Yeosang? Why him?” 

“I think he’s kind to me, and we’ve hung out a lot.” 

Your murmured explanation didn’t satisfy Yunho. It was obvious how hard he tried to control his facial expressions, to hide how upset he was. 

“Haven’t I been kind to you?” Yunho inquired. 

“Yes, you have but-”  

“Did you change your wallpaper yet?” 

“I-I forgot,” as soon as you answered, Yunho grabbed your purse and started going through the contents of it. 

Your eyes widened as he took the matter of changing your wallpaper into his own hands. He was rummaging through your little bag, and you couldn’t let that happen. A woman’s purse was a private thing, especially when that woman was slightly paranoid at the excuse of valued safety. 

“Hey! Give it back,” you reached for your purse. 

Yunho didn’t care and kept taking things out of it, letting them fall to the floor. Some makeup, a hairbrush and wallet were already in everyone’s sight. 

“Yunho, give Y/N her bag back, please,” Charlotte finally tried to stop the situation but her spineless words meant nothing to Yunho. 

You tried desperately to gather your things before anything too personal would be revealed, but Yunho just kept throwing things out. 

“What is this?” Wooyoung grabbed an object from the floor, inspecting it in his hand. 

Your face heated up at the sight of Wooyoung holding something private. Gazing at him angrily from the floor, you were about to demand him to give it back. 

“That’s a woman diaper!” Mingi exclaimed, shocked at the unbelievable, astonishing, mind-blowing sight of a menstrual pad. 

You couldn’t believe this was happening. All your stuff on the floor for everyone to see and judge, and now Wooyoung and Mingi had humiliated you with their discovery. 

“No, Mingi. That is called a menstrual pad,” Charlotte spoke softly like talking to a child. 

You wished Jongho was there to knock some sense into everyone. Most likely, he wouldn’t have even done that, but you liked to believe he would have defended your honor. The honor that went down the drain like your appreciation and respect for Yunho. 

San snatched the pad from Wooyoung’s hands, clearly frustrated. With no hesitation he walked to you and kneeled down on your level. 

“Let me help you,” he said quietly and gave you the pad. 

It was just a mere hygiene product, but to you, it felt like he was giving the prettiest flower bouquet ever. In your moment of helplessness, he had wanted to help you. 

San started gathering the objects from the floor to their rightful place, your purse. His lips were pressed tightly together like he was feeling annoyed. 

“You don’t have to help if you don’t want to,” you spoke quietly, feeling exhausted because of the emotional rollercoaster. 

“I want to help,” he looked up a little to give you a gentle smile, “What kind of a person would I be if I didn’t?” 

“Apparently the kind everyone else is.” 

San chuckled at your bitter mumble. You could see he was holding back his own irritation to calm you down. 

Soon, Yeosang joined in to help you and San. You were grateful for those two; the only people in the room you respected. Seonghwa had the potential to be one of those as well, but his friendship with Hongjoong made you mentally avoid him. 

Once all your belongings were back in the purse, you turned to Yunho. It was hard to be angry at people whether you knew them well or not; if you knew someone well, you were afraid they’d leave you and if you didn’t know them well, you were afraid they’d be violent. That’s why expressing your feelings of hurt felt dangerous. 

You snatched your phone away from Yunho. Surprisingly, the wallpaper hadn’t been changed. 

“Why is the wallpaper still the same?” you were gritting your teeth as you spoke. 

“I couldn’t unlock your phone,” Yunho’s expression turned guilty, “Look, I’m sorry-” 

“Save it. I’m going home.” 

You had gone through that terrible moment just for Yunho to not even change your wallpaper. Sure, you should have been glad he couldn’t unlock your phone, but it felt somehow so futile. 

As you rid the bus home, you couldn’t help but think; the group therapy didn’t feel helpful or healing at all. You had found Yeosang and Jongho through it, but at what cost? One of the members was a stalker for God’s sake. 

Speaking of which, you hadn’t noticed much signs of the stalker in the near days. Would it have been naive to think that fake dating Jongho could have scared him away? Probably yes. 

You got off the bus and started making your way back to home. Usually, it was darker at that time of the day, but the seasons were changing. You wished you could change too. You wished you could put an end to your sickness and struggles, to live a normal life, so you wouldn’t have to deal with the sickos at the group therapy. 

Maybe it was time to stop going to the therapy. You’d rather live without the social assistance of the government than step inside the nightmarish room of armchairs and supposedly therapeutic talk again. 

As you arrived at your door, you reached into your purse like you did every day. A twinge of panic twitched inside your chest as you couldn’t find your keys. They were most likely just deeper inside the purse, and you’d have to look again. 

But no matter how much you searched, the keys weren’t there in your purse, jingling like they always did. There was no sight of them even when you emptied the whole purse. 

You were positive you, Yeosang, and San had picked up all the objects from the floor. All your other belongings were with you but the keys were gone. It would have been more pleasant if the damn pad had been left behind, but now you were denied the access to your own apartment. 

It was possible that someone took your keys when they were still on the floor.  

But now the most important thing was to find a place you could sleep at. You didn’t trust your neighbors and you couldn’t afford a hotel room. After some thinking you realized your only option was to beg Yeosang to let you sleep in his apartment. Such a splendid idea to have a sleepover with a man you met in a therapy group for mentally ill.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <- Chapter 7. Chapter 9. -> Masterlist ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Taglist: @devilzliaison @lover-with-dolar-sign-is-a-loser @passerbyforfun @gigikubolong29 @peqchplvto

[beginningofwonderland]

Angel - Park Seonghwa

Pairing: domSeonghwaxfemReader

Genre: smut (MINORS DNI!)

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: During a gaming session with your best friend San you admit to him that your boyfriend Seonghwa is too soft to you. You complain about his angel persona and want him to fuck you right instead. To your demise, Seonghwa accidentally listened in on your conversation and is now determined to make all your wishes come true.

Warnings: establishing a safeword but NO USE of that safeword, rough sex, oral sex (both receiving), deep-throating, choking, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), creampie, dumbification

Seonghwa littered soft kisses from your jaw to your lips and smiled at you like the human incarnation of sunshine.

"You feel good now, baby?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes, I do angel." You nuzzled your head into his shoulder in response.

You did feel good. After a cuddly makeout session that had turned steamy in the laziness of a saturday morning Seonghwa had just finished eating you out for what felt like hours. He was an expert with his tongue, making you come multiple times until you had to pull him away from your sensitive core because he would go on forever if he could.

But still you felt like something was missing. With the way he always held onto you like a delicate flower, his fingers merely ghosting over your skin. Sometimes you wished for them to just grab you, to leave you bruised and crying beneath him until you couldn't take any more.

You and Seonghwa were still a relatively new thing and you were sure he had this cute little image of you inside his head that you were afraid to destroy. But deep down inside, you just wanted him to treat you more roughly when it came to the bedroom.

"I'll make us some coffee," he pulled you from your dirty thoughts and you released him from your hug so that he could get out of bed. When he left the room, you sighed. You had tried to give him hints before, telling him to go harder, moving your own hands on top of his to squeeze your skin, but he continued treating you like fine porcelain.

You soon got dressed and joined Seonghwa to make some breakfast. You two shared pancakes in the morning sunlight that fell through the wall length windows in Seonghwa's apartment as you talked about your plans for the day.

"I have a meeting with Hongjoong and then I'll have to run some errands today," Seonghwa explained. "I won't be back before dinner."

"Then I'll meet up with San online for some gaming later. We haven't been able to play in ages." Since San had moved to the other end of town, you two met online more often than in real life and usually used that time to catch up on each other and discuss the hottest gossip. You two had been best friends for years and you had actually met Seonghwa through him.

"That sounds good. Say 'hi' to him from me."

You finished your breakfast and Seonghwa soon left for his appointment with Hongjoong. You started off your day slowly and watched some Netflix before taking a shower and getting dressed. You usually stayed at Seonghwa's place over the weekend since he had the bigger and much nicer apartment out of the two of you.

He even let you make your own little gaming area in his office room where you could play when you stayed at his place. You got yourself a cold drink and finally settled into his comfortable office chair to go online and play with San. He had agreed to meet up only minutes after you had texted him. He usually stayed in on the weekends anyway.

"Hey Sannie," you greeted him through your headset as soon as you joined the call with him.

"Helloooo," he answered in a bright spirit.

You two started setting up the game and soon joined the first match while exchanging small talk. It was a comfortable routine for both of you. Somehow talking to each other while busying yourself with a game just made everything easier. Before you even noticed, you two were already playing for hours.

"So how is it really going right now, San?" You asked during an annoyingly long loading screen. "How is living with Wooyoung?"

A deep sigh was hearable through San's microphone. "He's being Wooyoung, like always. But lately he got into cooking so at least I get meals now to compensate for his annoying ass."

You laughed at his whiny tone. You knew how the two friends were around each other; always teasing and annoying each other but still inseparable. "Just don't fight over a stupid puzzle again. I'm sick of finding pieces whenever I visit you two."

San chuckled at the memory of how he and Wooyoung had thrown puzzle pieces at each other in a petty fight. "And how is it going with Seonghwa?" he asked in return.

"Good," you answered. Your mind couldn't help but wander to the worries you had had just this morning.

"Oh god what is it?" San asked in a panicked tone.

"What do you mean? I said good!" You tried to defend yourself.

"Yeah, but you should've heard yourself saying it. Terrible would've sounded nicer."

You groaned in frustration. You didn't mean to make it sound that bad.

"What is it?" San pressed on. "Cause I swear to god if he treats you badly I will collect Wooyoung and we will kick his ass-"

"He treats me very well, don't worry," you interrupted San before he could get any more dumb ideas.

"You sure?" the man asked sceptically. The next match finally started and you didn't even realize your rambling as you answered him.

"Yeah, in fact he is a literal angel. He already knows all my favourite candies and brings me some everytime he visits the store. He always lets me choose what to watch even if he hates the cheesy horror movies I like. I mean he basically let me turn his office into a gaming room for me."

"I'm happy to hear that. But what is the problem then?" San asked with confusion evident in his voice. "Does he not fuck you right?"

You didn't want to admit to it but the prolonged silence spoke volumes. San laughed at the other end of the call.

"Damn, and I always thought he had it in him. He acts like he does at least. You two do fuck, right?"

San couldn't see but you blushed helplessly in front of the monitor. "Yes, we do. God this is embarrassing."

"How is this embarrassing? You always told me about your dates before Seonghwa. In detail," San argued with you while quite literally saving your life in the match you couldn't concentrate on any more.

"That was fine because you didn't know any of those guys. But you've known Seonghwa longer than I do and this is... embarrassing."

"You're being annoying. You can talk to me Y/n. Maybe I can help," he tried to coerce you into spitting out your problem. "Also I'm nosy. So what's the problem?"

What you didn't notice was that Seonghwa had already returned to the apartment. He had made an effort to open the door as silently as possible. He knew you would still be gaming with San and wanted to surprise you with a self-cooked dinner after you were done. He had sped through all his errands, so that he could come home earlier.

After returning he couldn't resist to check in on you for a second. He wanted to make sure you hadn't noticed his early return and also get another glance at you before preparing dinner. You always looked so cute at his desk with your headset and controller.

He cracked open the door to his office carefully. As expected, you were completely focussed on the game and didn't notice a thing. His eyes flitted over your tight crop top and the sweat shorts you were wearing in the heat and his mind already started wandering places at the sight of your glistening skin. What he didn't expect was what you were talking about.

"The problem is that he treats me a little to well."

Is she talking about me?

Seonghwa was stunned into his place. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop but he couldn't resist staying a little longer to hear what else you had to say.

"I think you'll need to elaborate on that," San replied audibly confused.

"He treats me like a porcelain doll!" you finally admitted. "I think he has this image of me as his cute, innocent girl that he doesn't want to hurt. But I really wished he would just fuck me without holding back."

San chuckled at the other end of the call. Meanwhile Seonghwa was frozen into his spot. He couldn't believe his own ears. He would've never guessed that this was what you wanted and was surprised by your words.

But more than that he felt a burning heat spread through his whole body as he processed what you said. You wanted him to have his way with you without holding back. The thought made him dizzy.

Ever since you two were together that was exactly what he had been doing: holding back. He thought that you deserved someone that loved you tenderly and carefully. So he tried his best to be that person.

"That sounds like you should just talk to him," San replied after some pondering.

" know," you said. "I want to tell him but I don't know how. It's kind of hard to bring up..."

Seonghwa swallowed hard as he felt bad that you were afraid to speak up to him. You were right. He didn't want to hurt you because he couldn't stand the thought of you hurting. But now that he knew that was exactly what you wanted... he felt every little bit of self control leave his body. He left his place at the door before he could fuck you right there in his office chair and closed the door silently behind him. He had different plans with you.

"I'm afraid he might not like it," you shyly added to San in the silence.

"Trust me," San snickered. "He is heads over heels for you. He won't push you away. Also I happen to know Seonghwa well enough to assure you, that's exactly what he likes."

You smiled at San's reassuring words and you two continued your game. Talking to him had actually made you feel better. You planned on talking to Seonghwa as soon as the opportunity came up.

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You put the controller back into the drawer which Seonghwa kept free for only you and stretched your limbs after getting out of the chair. You had played longer than expected but it was nice to catch up with San.

Just as you made your way into the living room to maybe watch some more Netflix until Seonghwa returned, you heard some rumbling in the kitchen. The noise took you by surprise and you got scared for a second, thinking it might be an intruder.

"Hwa?" you called out carefully and wandered towards the kitchen. Your heartbeat quickened when noone answered you.

You turned the corner only to see Seonghwa deeply in thought apparently concentrating on the stir fry in front of him. You relaxed as you saw him standing in the kitchen and not a robber.

"You're home already! Why didn't you come say hi to me?" you asked cutely and wrapped your arms around his torso careful not to interrupt his cooking.

He looked down at you almost like in a haze and it took a few seconds before he answered.

"I didn't want to interrupt your gaming session so I thought I'd cook us some dinner."

"That's very nice of you," you said and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. He really did treat you so well. You should talk to him after dinner.

But Seonghwa still seemed to be caught up in something. His eyes stared into the frying pan blankly and his hand stirred in a robotic motion. You eyed him carefully, wondering what could be going on in his head.

"Is everything okay, Hwa?" you asked him worriedly.

In response Seonghwa seemed to snap out of his focus and smiled at you: "Of course, sweetheart."

But his answer sounded posed, his voice a little too melodious as he tried sounding happy. You let it slide for now, not wanting to push him, maybe you were over-interpreting his behaviour.

What you couldn't know was that Seonghwa had spent every single second since he heard you talking to San imagining the things he wanted to do to you. His hand moved without him even noticing as he prepared the meal but his mind was all over the places he wanted to fuck you in now that he knew how much you wanted him to ruin you.

All of the possibilities clouded his mind and he found himself almost a little mad at you for not speaking up to him. All he wanted was for you to be happy but you would have to let him.

Both of you set the table and Seonghwa finished cooking dinner. You two settled down in an unusual silence as he started to fill your plate.

"How was your meeting with Hongjoong?" you asked, trying to get him to talk.

"Good," Seonghwa answered once again, his mind miles away from the meeting with his friend. In fact he couldn't even remember what they had talked about anymore.

His short reply worried you even more. "Are you sure, you're okay, Hwa? I feel like there's something you're not telling me."

Before he could hold himself back Seonghwa huffed out a breath of air and looked at you with a glint in his eyes. The intensity his gaze suddenly held took you by surprise.

"You think there's something I am not telling you?" he asked you back with a cocked up eyebrow. He was still standing while you had already sat down and his hands now came down onto the table to support himself as he looked at you with dark eyes.

 A cold shiver ran over your skin by the insinuation of his words. What was he talking about?

"What do you mean, angel?" you asked him in confusion.

Seonghwa slowly made his way over to you, his eyes fixed on yours like you were his prey. He stopped only inches before you before bending down to be at eye level with you. You could feel his hot breath on your lips.

"Angel. That's the problem about me isn't it? I'm too nice to you aren't I?" he asked with a pitying voice. He wasn't actually mad at you, but your question had stirred the tiniest bit of anger within him that mixed with all the held back sexual desire he had for you after overhearing your talk to San.

You couldn't answer him. How did he find out about what you had only just admitted to your best friend? Every sound got stuck in the back of your throat as Seonghwa stared at you so intensely. The way he hovered above you excited you wildly.

Your boyfriend seemed to take pity on you as he answered your unasked question: "I wanted to see if you were still playing with San when I overheard your little conversation."

A rush of embarrassment ran through you and you lowered your head to hide the blush on your cheeks. But at the same time you got excited. Judging from his behaviour he must have overheard the most important part. When he laid a finger under your chin to lift your head back up, you were already putty in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Hwa. I swear I wanted to talk to you about it," you started apologizing before he even asked you to. An amused grin spread over Seonghwa's handsome features and a small chuckle left him.

"And when exactly, princess? After I eat you out again for hours and you tell me you feel perfect? Did you lie to me too?"

He knew he was getting cruel but the way your eyes widened and you looked at him through those puppy eyes, he was sure he was pushing exactly the right buttons. The panic in your eyes only added to the burning desire inside of him.

"No! I didn't lie to you, Seonghwa! You are so good with your tongue, please I'm sorry." You almost stumbled over your words, eager to calm down the flames behind his hungry eyes.

"Sorry for what exactly? Tell me and I might forgive you." He said those last words slowly, almost in a whisper. Like he wasn't really sure about the idea of forgiving you.

"I'm sorry for not telling you what I want."

"And what is it that you want?" A dangerous smirk spread on his face. He wanted you to say it. Wanted to hear your pretty little voice repeat the words you had spoken to San before.

"I want you to be more rough with me," you almost whispered in admittance as you couldn't help but get shy under his stare.

"What did you say, baby? I couldn't hear you." His hand tightened it's grip on your chin and you almost moaned, already arching your back a little under his touch.

"I want you to be more rough with me, Seonghwa," you repeated louder this time, eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

"No, no. Exactly what you said before, baby!"

You had to rummage through your memory for a second before you could recall the words, you had spoken to San before:

"I really want you to just fuck me without holding back."

"Good girl," he hummed out and you couldn't help but shudder. "Now was that so hard? You know I couldn't help but get a little mad at you for telling San but not me. But now that you already look so pliant for me I can't really hold a grudge."

You swallowed and looked at him expectantly.

"So I can have my way with you now, beautiful?" he asked eagerly, eyes darkening by the second.

"Please," you answered already desperate for him to touch you. You never knew Seonghwa could be this way, but his dominant behaviour already drove you to insanity. If you had known, you would've told him way earlier about your desires.

"Then there's just one more thing," his expression suddenly turned soft again. "I need you to choose a safe word in case I get too much for you. If I make you uncomfortable in any way I want you to stop me. Okay, baby?"

You nodded at him with warm eyes. He made you feel so incredible safe. "How about eavesdropping?"

"You really want me to punish you, don't you?" Seonghwa said in a low tone and lifted your chin just a tiny bit more to show you who was in charge.

"I'm sorry, I'm just joking. I'll go with..." Your eyes flitted across the room in search for a useful word: "sunset."

Seonghwa smiled at you: "Better." Then his eyes darkened again and the warm smile dropped from his face as he looked you up and down.

"You know what I always wanted to do with you?" he asked tauntingly, his thumb running over your bottom lip and his eyes following its trail.

You gave a small shake of your head to show him you didn't know the answer. A smirk tugged on one end of his lips in response.

"You know how much I love it when you're giving me blowjobs, don't you? But I always wanted to fuck your pretty little mouth and make you choke on my cock until you can't breath anymore."

His direct words sent a jolt of electricity through your body and you couldn't stop a moan escaping your lips. His eyes flitted up to yours in surprise at the sound.

"So eager already? Then how about we make that your punishment for not telling me what you actually want, princess?"

You nodded quickly: "Please."

He huffed at you. "Please what, baby? It looks like I need to teach you how to talk properly from now on."

"Please choke me on your cock," you replied shamelessly, eyes blown wide as you stared at him from beneath.

Seonghwa groaned at your words and suddenly he grabbed you by your shoulders and shoved you down to the floor on your knees. He observed you cautiously, worried he might be too rough with you but the fire in your eyes only lit up more as he manhandled you onto the ground.

"Get those pants off of me unless you want me to edge you all night, will you, baby?"

Your hands scrambled to open his belt and jeans in an embarrassingly fast tempo. As you pulled his pants and underwear down, you were surprised to see that he was already fully hard. You would have never thought that your little talk had already turned him on so much.

You grabbed his length eagerly and looking up at him through hooded eyes you started slowly licking along the tip. Seonghwa's eyes fluttered in response and his hand weaved into your hair, to get a firm grip on your head.

"If I were you I wouldn't tease me that much," he grunted out as you continued your kitten licks on his tip. The dark glow in his eyes made your heart race and you quickly took him fully into your mouth.

Seonghwa was rather long and you couldn't fit him into you completely without choking. You did your best to take him as deep as you could but you already felt him hit the back of your throat.

"Am I too big for my small little girl?" he asked tauntingly, pushing you onto him just a tiny bit deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You never knew you would enjoy the feeling of his cock pressing down your throat so much. But maybe it was just the general idea of him using you like he pleased that turned you on so much that your panties were already soaking.

Holding tightly onto your hair, he started fucking himself into your mouth. Seonghwa started off slowly but as you met his thrusts eagerly he sped up his tempo quickly. Soon your eyes fell shut as choked moans reverberated through your throat along his cock. Both your hands grabbed onto his thighs for some kind of hold.

Your whiny noises and the eagerness which with you sucked his dick surprised Seonghwa. He never expected you to be so into it, but as he watched you fall apart on his cock without even getting pleasured yourself, he soon started throbbing in your mouth with an impending orgasm.

Tugging firmly on your hair, he removed your lips from his cock and watched a line of spit trail down your chin as you opened your eyes. The fucked out look on your face almost made him paint your face in cum but he managed to hold back as he bend down to your face and shared a messy kiss with you.

"Didn't know you were such a hungry little slut," he said with glinting eyes before pulling you up from your knees.

You almost stumbled into his arms, your legs not quiet awake from being in the same position for too long. Seonghwa's strong arms caught you and pressed your body to his own for a short moment. The warmth of the embrace made you smile. His grasp held an intimacy that let your heart flutter in almost unbearably strong affection.

"Now you better hurry onto the bed before I ruin you on the carpet right here," Seonghwa rasped into your ear before shoving you off of him once again.

The strong command once again made electricity surge through your body and you hurried to the bedroom. As soon as you sat yourself on the bed and faced back towards Seonghwa he was already in front of you. His pupils blown wide in a state of desire that you had never seen him in before. He grabbed your face harshly between both his hands and shared a deep kiss with you as he hovered above you.

Your hands wound into his raven locks in response, sharing breathless moans as your tongues clashed with one another. One of Seonghwa's hands wandered down to the hem of your shirt and reading his thoughts you interrupted the kiss for him to quickly dispose of your shirt. Left only in a lace bralette and your tiny shorts Seonghwa devoured the sight of you.

"You were right, doll. You do look like such a innocent, fragile little thing to me." His eyes now landed on yours again. "That makes me want to ruin you even more."

He roughly pushed you down onto the bed before crawling over you. As he buried his lips in your neck you could feel his throbbing cock rubbing against your thigh, making you whimper under his touch. All you wanted was for him to touch you but Seonghwa had his own plans with you.

Sucking harshly on your skin he started leaving marks all over your neck. "You like that? Want me to mark you all over?" he asked in between two hickies.

"Yes, please Seonghwa. Make me yours."

Your enthusiasm only spurred him on. His hands started squeezing your breast now, playing with your nipples through the thin fabric covering them. You couldn't help arching your back and trying to rub yourself on his thigh to get some kind of friction where you most wanted it.

In an instant, Seonghwa's hands rushed down to your hips, pinning them against the bed. "Did I allow you to do that, doll? I thought you wanted me to have my way with you?" His eyes were down right intimidating as he looked at you beneath him.

"I'm sorry, Seonghwa. I'll do anything you want."

A small chuckle left him at your desperate response. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

"Strip," was all he said then and within a heartbeat you started removing your shorts and panties, followed by your bra. In the meantime Seonghwa also rid himself of his shirt, leaving you both naked.

He scooted down on the bed, slowly spreading your legs so he could lower his upper body in between your thighs. Looking up at you through his predator-like eyes, he made a show of dragging his fingers slowly over the skin of your inner thighs. When he started placing delicate kisses all around where you needed him the most you started shaking beneath him.

"Please, Seonghwa. Please just touch me."

"Want me here?" he asked tauntingly, starting to gently rub your clit with his middle finger.

"Fuck, yes!" The tiny amount of pleasure already had your lashes fluttering.

"But you want more right? Want me to destroy my little girl and have my way with her?"

You nodded frantically, not being able to bring out anything but whimpers beneath Seonghwa's grasp.

"Well don't make me stop now since you wanted this," Seonghwa said before burying his tongue between your legs.

You really never lied to him when you told him he was insanely good at eating you out. As his tongue circled around your clit, two of his fingers buried themself in your cunt and you closed your eyes in pure pleasure as he started pumping them in and out of you.

Usually he would work you up gently with only one, but after your confessions from today he was way rougher with you now. As a result you felt yourself being thrown towards the edge much faster. Your pleasure already starting to build up as his pace only quickened.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned him through heavy breaths.

But either Seonghwa was too lost between your legs or he didn't care because he just kept on lapping at your core when your high finally crashed down over you. You moaned out shamelessly and as your hips started trembling, Seonghwa pinned them down firmly with his arm.

"Please," you pleaded at him to give you a break but he didn't show any mercy to you.

"I'll make you come as often as I want," he spits at you as his thumb takes over his tongue in pleasuring your sensitive clit. "This is what you asked for, baby."

A mad smile spread on his face that let shivers run over your entire body before he lowered his mouth done again and buried his tongue inside of you. You had to close your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. All of a sudden, the overstimulation was taken over by lust again and you reeled towards another orgasm faster than you had ever done before.

"Fuck," you moaned before a few more firm circles of Seonghwa's thumb pushed you over the edge again. This time you didn't tremble but went full on limp beneath him. Your ears were ringing as the intense feeling rushed through your body. Faintly, you notice Seonghwa finally detaching from your core.

"Look at you all messed up and I haven't even fucked you yet," he snickered as he crawled on top of you. Seonghwa let his fingers graze over your cheek, taking in the beauty of your fucked out expression.

"You still feeling good?" he asked then in a slightly softer tone. But as soon as you mumbled a weak "yes" he was back to his demon self.

"I'll make you feel even better then," he said before slowly burying his hard cock inside of you.

At this point you were dripping wet but you still gasped at his size and the feeling of him finally filling you up. "Please, fuck me, Hwa!" you managed to beg him through big doe eyes and fluttering lashes.

Seonghwa moaned in return before starting to pound into you in a steady rhythm. He didn't go too fast but every single thrust hit you deep inside and soon you found yourself clinging onto his arms, as your life depended on it while he rearranged your insides.

Never had you ever imagined that asking Seonghwa to be rougher with you would give you this amount of pleasure. He was everything you had ever wanted and more.

As his pace increased you felt your head starting to swim more and more. Any coherent thought was lost to the way his hips snapped into you and his heavy breaths played like music in your ears.

"I love you, Hwa," you suddenly confessed through high pitch moans. You told him that quite often, but with the way you were buried beneath him, completely at his mercy, the words stirred something inside Seonghwa.

"Fuck, baby. Me too." His thrusts turned sloppy for a few seconds before he recovered a little. "You look so fucking perfect like this. I won't ever hold back on ruining you again, I promise."

You simply whimpered in response, unable to form a coherent sentence. Seonghwa lowered himself down to catch your lips in a desperate kiss while keeping up with his thrusts. Both of you were breathing heavy, but you still clung to each others touch as if your life depended on it.

"I'm close," Seonghwa moaned into your mouth between open-mouthed kisses. As his release neared, his eyes turned softer and he caressed your cheek with his thumb adoringly.

"Please come inside me," you pleaded him.

His eyes fluttered at your request. "Anything you want, baby."

And with that Seonghwa stilled deep inside you, groaning as his cum spurted into you. As soon as his cock started twitching you came one more time. This time it felt warm and comforting as Seonghwa held you so tightly and stayed deep within you until you stopped trembling. You wanted to stay like this forever: him buried deep beneath you and nothing on your mind but pure bliss.

When you finally recovered a little, you caught his lips again for a few more lazy kisses. "You were fucking amazing, angel," you praised him in between kisses.

"All this and you still call me angel?" he joked but you knew he didn't mind. His eyes only held love and adoration as he stared down into yours.

Slowly, he pulled out of you and laid down beside you before pulling you into his chest to rest. "I really wish you had told me earlier. We missed out on a lot."

"I don't mind catching up," you answered with a chuckle.

I wrote this over a long time span so I'm not too happy with it but I hope you still enjoy!

[acciocriativity]

-> | You keep distancing yourself | Ateez Reaction (Hyung Line)

Some could call selfsabotage, others could say is insecure attachament style, but maybe, you're just tired of fighting a losing battle.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Ateez OT8 x gn! reader

WC: 2 k

N/A: This is my peace offering after vanishing for so long (please don't k word me)! I had this in my drafts for the longest time, but I only got enough motivation to finish it yesterday

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you so much for reading my work!

Kim Hongjoong (김홍중)

His kakaotalk notifications were non-existent these days.

None of the boys were good texters, and their group chat was silent since Seonghwa asked for something he didn’t remember anymore a while ago. So why did he keep glancing at his phone across the table when he should be working? You never answered whether you would like to come see him next month or not.

“Aish..”, he suddenly got up and walked left and right in the tiny studio, every now and then hitting one of the chairs and acting like it was their fault.

Was it really too forward? Maybe you just were not comfortable with the idea. But you two met 5 months ago and you were never afraid to get out of any situation that made you uncomfortable, so you could just say no, no hard feelings. There’s always a next opportunity, right? So why, why didn’t you just reply?

His phone lighted up. A new yellow notification appeared and he ran to grab it. The simple thought of you messing with any rational thoughts on his mind.

He felt stupid as he read it, then dropped the device on the table, too dejected to care about Mingi’s lost earphones.

Since when did he become so clingy? Maybe you were just busy now, yeah, that was it.

And he wasn’t wrong. You were doing the most to busy yourself so you would have a perfectly acceptable reason to not answer him at all.

Any college assignment you had a month to do was now was a top priority. The new hobby you wanted to try for a while? You just started it. You barely talked to your brother nowadays, but in the last two weeks, you visited his family a couple of times.

Why? You knew what you were doing in the first few days. You got attached too soon, fell deep into a hole and only realized the moment he asked you to watch his concert, ‘It’d mean the world if you come see me on tour next month’ it said. You recalled one of those deep conversations you had some random night the moment you read it.

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but not at the same time”, you remembered how he looked down when you asked about it, the blush on his cheeks gave him away. “It gives me so much strength and makes me want to work harder whenever important people come to see us”.

He also said how he treasured whenever important people in his life would support him that way. Even through a simple video call, you saw how his eyes shined as he giggled, only to change the subject. A part of you wished to feel how it was to have a support system like he does, but you never thought you would be included in that category for him. You did not even know if you want to or if you could deal with the pain that always comes with giving your heart to people and letting people in.

So you refused to think about it.

Park Seonghwa (박성화)

He cleaned his throat as he saw you coming towards him at one of the many small corridors of KQ Entertainment.

“It’s now or never, now or never, now-”

You barely glanced at him as you walked into one of the empty meeting rooms like it was previously agreed.

Lucky him, nobody saw the disheartening expression on his face or how he hesitated to push the door open. His confidence level went back to below zero and instead of an easy smile, he could barely manage a shy smile and an unnecessary formal bow as he came in, it wasn’t like you did not know each other.

So maybe this collaboration would not go as smooth as he let the others convince him it would, still, he could talk to you and, hopefully, get back to the simple relationship you both once had.

“Hello, Seonghwa-ssi”, you said in such an indifferent polite tone. It surprised him and yourself.

What hurt him most was the fake professional smile on your face. You were known for your authenticity and the worst poker face on earth, but you made the effort to pretend in front of him, like he was nothing more than an inconvenient stranger in an elevator. His heart felt heavy on his chest, he never had to make an effort to make you genuine laugh or smile, and now he realized how much he took that for granted back then.

You seemed perfectly fine in front of him, like it hasn’t been more than a month since your last conversation. But he still likes to believe he knows you better than that. And maybe he wishes you also can not be fooled by his brave facade.

“How have you been?”, the words fell out of his mouth before he could even blink.

You cleared your throat as you sat on one of the rolling chairs. “Been good, Hongjoong-ssi is a bit late. Can you confirm that he is coming soon, please?”

You pretended not to notice how he fumbled to grab his phone to send the text and instead, busied yourself to set up your laptop on the empty wood table. But you could not ignore how he was still standing like a lost child by the table.

“Are you going to grab some water before the meeting?”

“No, no, I’m�� I’ll go to get some coffee, do you want it?”

You said no, so he took your perfect opportunity to get out and he left as quickly as he could with hurting his pride too much.

With his back to the wall beside the coffee machine, he sent more than 16 messages pleading Hongjoong to let go of their stupid plan and come as fast as he could to the meeting. Yet, he was left unanswered. The last sent message almost taunted him, it said “Just apologize for your stupid mistake and make things right by her”.

He knew he had to after he acted like an asshole, it was clear the moment he got home to be with his own thoughts, but the more he reflected on their plan, more he realized maybe this is why you waked away from him.

So he gathered his courage once again, but now to apologize for two things and leave you alone for good.

Jeong Yunho (정운호)

He watched as you giggled over some silly comment Wooyoung made a point to tell for the nth time. Yet, there you were, acting like it was the funniest thing in the world. Maybe he would react the same way if you stopped ignoring him for once that night.

“It’s getting hard to watch this”, Jongho mumbled under his breath as he stood up from the couch to refill two glass cups in their dorm’s kitchen, both for himself because only God knew how tiring was to hype up a miserable and stubborn friend.

Yunho did not notice the change beside him, but he did take note of your agitated state under his stare. He wished that could satisfy a selfish desire of satisfaction, but he felt nothing of that sort. Instead, his heart felt heavy with despair and unfulfilled need of your attention.

It felt silly to him at first, you two kissed after drinking a lot, so what? He was ready to let the past be the past and he thought you were on the same page. How stupid of him, he recognized it. Your relationship with him never went back to what it was, but it took him a while to notice he did not want that at all.

“C’mon, will you really let him suffer for the whole night?”, Wooyoung asked as he leaned into your side, ready to cuddle some more in part because he wanted to and in part because it was fun to see Yunho going insane over it.

You two been near the window for a while, enjoying the soft cold breeze of the night after a sunny day.

“You can’t deny it forever”, he said it in an annoying singing tone. “-ow, but you know I’m right”, he looked down to your hands dangerously close to his poor ribs, then grab them tight. “Ok, I get it, not talking about it”.

“Great, now let go”, you mumbled. “Let go, I’m not poking you”, you insisted trying to free yourself, only for him to intertwine your fingers.

“What if I don’t want to? Now, stand still”, he said as he leaned into your shoulder, taking the space like he was entitled to it.

Now, you were flabbergasted and defeated, because no matter what you do, you could not escape him on cuddle monster mode.

“Can we talk?”, you froze in place the moment you heard Yunho’s smooth deep voice right beside you. His gaze were focused on your face, yet you still made no move to acknowledge it.

“Give me my cuddle buddy back later, yeah?”

And just like that, the freaking traitor let go of you. You could see the mischievous light on Wooyoung’s eyes focused on your figure.

“There was no way to run away now”

That thought ran through yours, Yunho’s and Wooyoung’s mind. But you felt rage while Yunho felt hope.

“There’s nothing to talk about, wasn’t what you said?”.

You bumped into the traitor’s shoulder, then walked away.

Kang Yeosang (강여상)

Maybe you were some sort of a masochist or, maybe, you were plain stupid.

You’ve been friends with him for so freaking long, long enough that the few female friends that could still deal with your bullshit were exhausted of you and your ridiculous crush.

You clearly knew you were the latter, for some reason you thought you’d get over at some point or maybe he’d suddenly see the mysterious thing he was always looking for in you. None of those happened.

You stopped talking about him a little ago, maybe a month or two, and it was a good change to your friends’ ears. It was noticeable, but they gave you enough grace to not mention it. Little did they know, you were running from him like the plague as well.

Truth to be told, Yeosang did not notice it per se. He knew for sure something was going on after you declined his third attempt to make plans in less than two weeks. Why would he think you were lying to him at all? He thought you were sick and if you were felling that bad, of course he wouldn’t hesitate to agree with you, it would be better to meet up another day.

But then, two whole weeks with barely a peep from you? He missed your companionship in a way he did not know he could. You came into his life and little by little carved your space in his heart. But it was hard to put this feeling into words, he was not good with them in general, so you often had to read through the unfinished lines.

Now, he laid on his back watching the nothingness on the ceiling, yet his mind kept recalling the earlier conversation with San, if he could call his tongue tied moment a conversation.

“So what you gonna do?”

He could do nothing but stare wide eyed. Up until then, he did not think- no, he did not feel like he should do anything. You said through your actions many times already that you wished to be alone and as a friend, what else could he do but respect that?

But San was a hopeless romantic, and he wasn’t one to let things go so easily. Also, he wished the best for the two of you, in whatever way that may be even though Yeosang did not see those possibilities right in front of his nose.

“What should I do?”

“You have to figure it out on your own”

He did, he should.

He called you.

You didn’t pick up.

You were tired of being the one reading between the lines.

Tag list: @h3arteyes4mingi

[a-soft-hornytiny]

Repaired.

This is “Loved.“ pt. 2

Summary: Two weeks had passed when you decided to turn on your phone again. And it was a good decision because if he hadn’t called you that night, you wouldn’t have gone back. 

Word count: 3.2k+ (whoops)

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: poly!ateez x neutral!reader

Warnings: depression, blaming, lots of crying (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: it is time muahaha this is part two to “Loved.” I hope you will enjoy it just as much as the first part and I hope it meets your expectations hehe prepare for a lot of emotions. I usually try to include every member equally in poly fanfics but I had to put a few focuses here. 

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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The dorm had not been the same ever since you had left. The first few days had been pure horror, every single one of them could feel the pain of your absence with every minute. Even when they tried to find comfort in each other, it didn’t take long for their thoughts to go back to you. They were down. Powerless. Numb.

It was like someone ripped their hearts out. But not only once. Because every time they remembered that you left, they also remembered that it was their own fault. When even Yunho decided to skip their regular dance practice, the management realized that they had to do something. After three days of forcing them to work, the group fell into a strange rhythm.

Their apartment had never been tidier. But that wasn’t a good thing. Cleaning was the only thing that Seonghwa could do to keep you out of his mind, to avoid falling into this empty black hole and crying till late at night. And the others would have been worried if they weren’t so absorbed into their own worlds. 

Hongjoong didn’t even come home anymore, always blasting loud music on his headphones to overpower the loudness of his own thoughts. The tracks that had been emerging from his studio were nothing but heart breaking. It was either a soft, flowing sorrowful melody or the heaviest beats and drums to which he screamed out the anger he felt at himself. 

Wooyoung wasn’t much different. He hadn’t left the dance studio in days. He didn’t even allow himself to sleep on cushions, sleeping on the hard cold ground of the studio instead. He wanted to remind himself of how you must have felt, sleeping in their empty apartment while they were having fun with someone else. Every night he lied awake, thinking about your smile, your eyes, your love. And every day he danced until his body couldn’t take it anymore. 

The same goes for Jongho and Yeosang. As soon as they were done with the daily schedule, they went to the gym and didn’t leave until late at night. They didn’t work out together but they were there for the same purpose. Overshadowing the pain in their hearts with physical pain. Pushing themselves through the hardest sets while ignoring every scream of their muscles to give them a break. 

Yunho and San were the opposite, locking themselves up in their room the moment they could and playing video games until the sun rose. But instead of hearing their usual screams of victory or swears when they lost, it was silent. They just sat in front of their screens, pressing keys, for hours and hours until they fell into bed.

Gladly their manager came in once a day, forcing them to eat. 

But one of them was affected the most. One that did neither of those things the others did to avoid thinking of you. Mingi hadn’t left his room, except it was unavoidable. Their manager put food in front of his door but most of the time he didn’t eat it. He spent all of his time in his bed, scrolling through social media or just lying awake, feeling nothing but an incredibly numbness in his body. He didn’t have the need to eat, to shower, or to sleep. He didn’t even notice falling asleep sometimes as it wasn’t much different from the state he was in anyway. His sleep paralysis was hunting him and going outside became harder and harder with every day. 

But there was one thing he was consistently doing. And that was calling you every evening, hoping you would pick up so he could apologize and beg you to come back. So he could get rid of the guilt that was eating him alive. If only he had acted on his thoughts earlier. 

Two weeks had passed when you decided to turn on your phone again. You had stayed at a little motel at the sea, taking a walk on the beach everyday and befriending the old local ladies. At some point you started meeting up with them for dinner, telling them all about your life and the reason why you were staying there. 

And even the grandma’s were fighting over your decision. One side was very eager for you to forgive your boyfriends because there was no evil intent but the other side was pretty firm on the “if they really love you, they would’ve noticed” narrative. But in the end, they were the ones convincing you to check your phone because “it’s important how hurt they are by you leaving, this way you can find out if they understand and regret what they did to you.”. You felt horrible even thinking about their reaction and knowing at least one of them cried broke your heart. But the old ladies were right.

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you scrolled through your phone, seeing all the missed calls and messages. Even their management had tried to reach you. But soon enough you noticed a pattern. In the beginning you had missed calls from every single one of them but with time it was less and less. Only Mingi still tried to call you every day. You missed them a lot. It was always to quiet around you here and you weren’t used to that. You missed Wooyoung bursting into your room without knocking and hearing Jongho’s heavenly vocals while he was in the shower. Hell you even missed staying awake till late at night to eat with Hongjoong when he finally got home. 

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realise that your phone was buzzing. Mingi on the other hand was ripped out of his trance by the regular beep from his phone. He had gotten so used to “the person you are trying to call is currently unavailable, please try again later.” that it caught him totally off guard when his phone actually started beeping. His heart was beating up to his throat as he was holding his breath, waiting for you to answer. 

You had taken the call out of reflex before you even realized who was calling you. 

“Hello?” A deep shaking voice echoed through your phone, causing you to sharply inhale. A pain that you had never felt before shot through your body before you felt an unfamiliar feeling of relief, as if a weight was taken off your shoulders. 

“Y/n?” Mingi asked again, his heart still pounding in his chest. You took a deep breath and collected yourself before answering.

“Hello Mingi, how have you been?” You responded, being met with silence. After a few seconds of nobody saying anything, you heard him quietly crying on the other side of the line. 

“Min-“ You wanted to call out but you were interrupted by him sobbing. “I’m so sorry Y/n! You have no idea how much we miss you.. how much I miss you.. I should’ve said something! I knew that something changed but the least thing that we wanted was making you feel bad! Please believe me.. we didn’t mean to.. to hurt you.. to abandon you. We love you, please come back!” 

You were completely taken aback by his sudden outburst and only noticed now that streams of tears were running down your face. Mingi was about to start talking again when you stopped him.

“Mingi. Take a deep breath. I can’t forgive you right now but I will come back to talk. Please tell the others.” You said emotionlessly, contradicting your current state of mind, before hanging up the phone. 

Mingi hadn’t even realized that he had stood up. As soon as he heard you hanging up, he stormed out of his room, nearly running over their manager who was on his way to bring him food. 

“Guys guys guys. Y/n is coming back! Y/n is coming! I just talked with - well I apologised - and it was a short call but but they are coming back to us! Only to talk though, but isn’t that enough? I mean I don’t know what is happening but-“ He immediately started babbling when he came to stand in front of the kitchen table where the rest of his members were sitting. 

“Mingi Mingi slow down!” Yunho had jumped up from the table to give Mingi a hug and gently rub his back. Only now Mingi noticed how heavily he was breathing. 

“So what happened?” Hongjoong asked in a stern tone, gripping his utensils harshly. The atmosphere in the room was highly tense as the seven other were waiting for Mingi to elaborate. 

“I called Y/n. Like I do every night. And they answered. They said they will come back to talk and that I should tell you. Then they hung up on me.” Mingi said, calmer this time. But there was still no reaction from the rest of them. It was as if the information was still being processed in their brains, the fact that you were giving them a chance to make up for what they did. 

“So.. Y/n will be back?” San’s voice sounded through the quiet room, to which Mingi nodded. 

From the next morning on, the tension was high. Seonghwa ran around the dorm, cleaning up every little mess and making sure you would feel comfortable and the rest were trying to do some kind of work. But none of them could concentrate on a single task because their nerves were wrecked by the possibility of you coming back every second. 

You had packed your back immediately after making the call and told the motel owner that you would be leaving in the early morning. Packed with your things, you said goodbye to the old ladies, that were surprisingly already awake at this early hour and took the next train home.

Home. 

It felt so strange to you, this little word. But its meaning became stronger with every foot that you got closer. 

And it was the strongest when you finally stood in front of the apartment door in the early afternoon of the same day. You had your keys in your hand but you hesitated. This isn't right. So you decided to ring the bell. 

Time froze inside of the dorm as the bell echoed through the rooms. It took a moment of realization before all of them stormed towards the entrance. San was the fastest so he opened the door. To your surprise a bit too fast, causing you to flinch. 

But it was clear that neither of you knew what to do now so you just awkwardly stood there before San took a step back to let you in. As you entered the living room, your boyfriends stood there, lined up, as if they were about to “8 makes 1 team” at you. You bowed slightly before waving awkwardly. 

“Hello?” You asked more than actually greeting them and they mumbled the same back at you. Just like at the door, you stood there for a second before someone dared to say something.

“We’re glad that you’re back.” Yeosang said, his voice piercing through the silence. You hadn’t expected him to say something but somehow you were glad it was him. Because you knew it was sincere. 

You nodded shortly before moving towards your room. The line that they were standing in split to let you through, it nearly seemed like they were scared to touch you, scared that you would break or disappear again. “I’ll be in my room for now.” 

You weren’t ready to properly face them yet. Seeing them was overwhelming enough. You had missed them a lot, yes. But this dorm, this room also reminded you of the pain you had felt the last few months. 

You locked the door behind you, sliding down with your back against it. You couldn’t help but start crying and you didn’t care that they could hear it. 

Your sobs were ripping apart their hearts. San immediately buried his face in Wooyoung’s chest, who was still in shock from suddenly seeing you in front of him. Seonghwa went over to hug both of them, allowing himself to finally face the pain he was feeling. Even Jongho hid his face in Yunho’s body, much to the latter’s surprise. 

It was already way past midnight when you heard a knock on your door. You were sure what to do but after waiting a bit, you decided to get up and unlock your door. You thought whoever knocked had disappeared already but shortly after the unlocking click of your door was heard, the someone pressed down the door handle. 

“Wait who- San?” You stood right behind the door as he opened it to let himself in. His head was hanging down, his hands were holding on to his shirt and his whole body was shaking. 

You didn’t know what to do but you couldn’t just watch as he collapsed onto the ground. 

“San? Sannie? Are you okay?” You kneeled down next to him, trying to look him in the eye but he was hiding his face. Seeing him like this physically hurt you. Your heart was clenching and in your head two thoughts were battling. “They hurt you, let them feel how it felt” and “you love them, work on a solution and don’t let them suffer”. But no matter how you had been feeling, letting your loved ones suffer had no use.

“Come here.” You gently whispered before pulling San into a hug. He instantly adjusted to you, pressing his face into your body. He didn’t say anything, you didn’t say anything. All you did was sit there on the cold bedroom floor, bodies intertwined, for an unknown amount of time. With every minute of feeling his body pressed against yours you remembered why you loved him so much. His presence only could give you a peace of mind that nothing else could. 

When you woke up the next morning, you were lying in your bed, cuddled into your blanket. San was gone and you started to think it was only a dream but you could still smell his scent on your clothes. Without looking at the time, you rubbed your eyes and walked into the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. 

“Good morning Y/n.” You were startled by the sound of Seonghwa’s voice behind you. “San told me what happened last night. Are you alright?” His voice was soft, calming even, just like it always had been. And much to your surprise, nothing was alright anymore. Hearing these words from the one person you had always trusted your deepest feelings with, made you lose control.

“No Seonghwa. Nothing is alright. I took a risk, I put so much effort into this. Into you. And what do I get in return? Being replaced. Do you have any idea how I felt? How it felt sitting at this damned table, waiting for you to get home only to be met with a oh sorry we already ate with someone better. And the worst part about this? I can’t even stay mad at you! From the moment that I left this appointment I regretted it. Why? Because I love you. Because I love every single one of you so much that it rips out my heart to stay away. I suffered from being here and I suffered from being away so can you tell me what the fuck I am supposed to do!?” 

You didn’t even mean to throw all of this at him but it felt good. It felt good to let it out. All the frustration, all the anger you had been feeling. To just say it. 

But all that Seonghwa did was take you into his arms. 

“We love you too Y/n and I can tell you there was not a single second during the last two weeks that we didn’t regret making you feel that way. I’m so sorry… Please give us another chance, I promise we won’t make the same mistake ever again. You are our star, our guide. Without you we can’t work like we used to. Please allow us to continue loving you.” Those words. Those were the words you had been longing to hear for so long. And it was those words that helped you forgive them.

A few days had passed and you took your time to reconnect with them. Ever since you had been back, they treated you like a treasure, like the most precious being on earth. But there was one of them who couldn’t quite forgive himself yet. 

It was Tuesday and you were on your way to visit Jongho at practice. Falling back into this familiar routine was strange at first put it somehow gave you a lot of comfort as well. As you got closer to his usual practice room, you already heard his heart wrenching vocals hammering out a ballad, as usual. You stood in front of the door, hesitating to go in while listening to his beautiful voice. Jongho was the one who had tried to contact you the most, after Mingi. He didn’t call you but he left you little texts nearly everyday. 

Right when the song ended you collected all your courage to enter the room. Jongho was standing there, his back to you, typing something into the computer. 

“That was perfect.” You said rather quietly, unsure if he could hear you. But he did, and he immediately turned around. 

“Y/n! What.. what are you doing here?” He asked. You could hear both confusion and pleasant surprise in his voice. You gently put down your bag on the ground before walking towards him. 

“It’s Tuesday.” You answered, knowing that there was no further explanation needed. “So.. what am I hearing next?” You flashed him a wide smile, trying to supress the emotions that were swelling up behind your mask. 

Jongho quickly turned around again. “Isaac Hong - Without You” He said before the playback started playing. His voice was quiet, unsure when he started singing, barely getting through the first verse. You had goosebumps all over your body. The emotion he put into this song, the lyrics, the melody, everything hit a little bit too close to home. You wanted to cry but you somehow couldn’t. It was Jongho who suddenly stopped singing, hiding his face in his hands. 

He didn’t even turn towards you when he started speaking. 

“Why did you leave us? Why didn’t you talk to us? I- I would’ve- I would’ve said something.. I could’ve made you feel better! We made you leave… how can you forgive us?” His words were stabbing right through your heart. You were asking yourself those questions. How can you forgive them? How could you ever trust them again? But you needed to try. You couldn’t miss out on being as happy as you were before. You couldn’t miss out on loving them.

You wrapped your arms around his body tightly, taking his hands into yours. And that was when you felt his tears drop onto your skin. 

“Don’t ever say you loved us again! Promise that you will love us till the end…” You giggled slightly as he sounded like a little kid demanding your hand in marriage. But if you can work through this, you can work through anything. And you had already decided not to leave ever again. 

“Don’t worry Jongho. I promise I will always love you. All of you.”

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[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 52]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

Chapter warning(s): This is a heavy chapter. There's a lot of strong emotions, exchanges of hurt and mean words between characters, self blaming/ hating.

The one month of music show promotions had finally come to an end. While the boys were still performing the new songs and promoting the albums in other countries and concerts, today was the last music show recording.

"You've worked hard, boys. Grab your things and let's go back to the dorm." The managers said once the boys changed out of their stage costumes in the studio.

"You guys go ahead. There's something I need to do first." Mingi told them, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"What are you doing that's so secretive?" Wooyoung asked, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"I'm going to see Indigo or go to her studio, I want to give her something to surprise her." Mingi explained, mimicking the shorter's interrogative posture.

"Alright, we'll see you at home." Hongjoong nodded and waved to the tall rapper as he ushered the others to the exit.

Mingi headed down to your studio. He had something he wanted to surprise you and put on your desk. It was the photo you took as a group during the first music show win.

"Indigo?" He knocked and pressed the doorbell but there was no answer. Honestly, Mingi didn't know if you were in or not. When there was no answer, he let himself in. From the darkness, he guessed that you were not in. But when he turned on the lights, Mingi's face fell at what he saw.

Or what he didn't see.

The studio was back to it's original state. The small couch, desk and chair. There was no trace of you at all, as if you hadn't been working in there for the past few months.

"What the hell?" He frowned, feeling shock and confusion rise within him. Whatever was going on, Mingi needed to see you now.

"Taxi!" Mingi hailed a cab and told the driver to speed him back home. He didn't bother waiting for the lift and ran up the stairs to your floor.

"Baby!" He burst through your door.

"Mingi." You looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights. You called him 'Mingi'. That was when he took in his surroundings.

All your things were in boxes, the apartment practically empty. It was like you just moved in. But that was impossible. The only explanation was that you were moving out, not in. He didn't say anything, just looking around with wide eyes until his gaze fell on you.

"Baby. Tell me what's going on." He said, letting out a long, shaky breath to try and calm himself down. But right now, his brain was jumping to scary conclusions.

"I... I'm leaving, Mingi." You forced out the words.

"L-Leaving? T-To where?" Mingi took a step towards you but you kept your distance. Him being close to you would just make things harder.

"America, I got an offer... from a famous recording company there... Today... was the last day of my contract with KQ." You chewed on your bottom lip.

"T-That's great! I didn't hear you mention this at all. When are you coming back?" He asked, trying to look happy for you.

"I don't know..." You looked down. You couldn't look Mingi in the eye, knowing the hurt and betrayal he'll feel.

"Let's end things here, Mingi. It's been a good run... I... I'm grateful for the memories and moments... we shared... everything you've given me. But... this is where we end." You said, voice shaky. Taking a deep breath, you looked up to see Mingi just standing there, frozen at your words. Tears streamed down his face.

"No! No, no, no. This is not where we end. W-We'll try long distance or something. I-I'll wait, wait until you come back." Mingi argued, shaking his head.

"It won't work out, Mingi. We know that..." You wiped your tears.

"Y-You're not even going to try? Please, baby. Please." Mingi begged, choking on his sobs.

"Our jobs... will never let us be a normal couple... We'll be living in secret... It was wrong of me, from the start, to think that we could ever be something more..." You hugged yourself.

"No, don't say that!" Mingi yelled, making you flinch. You've heard Mingi yell but never at you. But truthfully, you knew you deserved it.

"You can't just p-pack up and leave. Why do you give up on us so easily? It was meant to be u-us against the world. But you're just leaving like we meant nothing, like I mean nothing to you." Mingi's words cut deep like swords.

"This opportunity-"

"Bullshit! Tell me the real reason you're leaving all of a sudden!" Mingi demanded. He refused to believe that you were doing this because of a better opportunity in another country.

"This has been the plan for a while now... I just told CEO Kim to let me stay until the last day of promotions." You gulped.

"And you didn't think to tell me? Am I the only fool here who doesn't know this?" He asked in disbelief.

"No one else knows... Not even Hongjoong... I told Eden not to mention it... I didn't want to ruin the comeback or distract anyone with my departure." You said.

"And how did that work out for you?" He spat.

"I thought... I thought y-you were different, that we had something genuine... that we shared a connection. I've never loved anyone more, I-I've never willingly gave anyone else my heart and trust. A-And you... ripped it up so easily. You..." He couldn't even finish his sentence amidst his anger and crying.

"I'm sorry." You repeatedly apologised to him.

"Stop telling me you're sorry when you don't mean it." He said. You shook your head, you did mean it. You were sorry for lying to him, betraying him and hurting him.

"I do mean it. All I'll ever do is hurt you, Mingi. I can't be the right person for you." You shook your head.

"I promise, I was going to talk about it to you. I didn't want things to get like this." You tried to tell him but you knew it was no use.

"What? You were going to tell me right as you were boarding the plane?" He scoffed.

"No, of course not." You denied. Even if you knew this would hurt you both, you wouldn't do that. Mingi deserved to hear it from you in person, not over the phone, not from someone else or not through a letter that you leave behind.

"What's the point, right? Whether I found out on my own or whether you told me, it would have still ended the same way..." Mingi's jaw clenched as he spoke words of bitterness.

"You should have just left without saying anything. It would beat whatever this is." He said.

"Mingi, this wasn't an easy decision to make... Please, it wasn't something that I decided overnight." You told him.

"You sure as hell made it look easy... The way you just... decided on your own to leave, pack up your things... Did you even think about me at all when you made all these decisions?" He asked.

"Of course!" You replied. You didn't mean to yell, you were just going to standing there and take all his berating but you couldn't help yourself.

"Did you even love me?" He whispered.

That was it. You broke down into loud sobs, sinking to the ground as you cried. This was harder than anything you've ever done before. The pain was immense, consuming you entirely. Of course you love him. You love him more than anything in the world. Mingi was now your world.

"Go. J-Just go. Y-You don't even care about me anyway." Mingi said, his voice now void of all emotion.

"I do care, Mingi." You cried.

"If you did, you wouldn't have given up on us so easily." He said, walking out the door and slamming it close. You could only watch him, stopping yourself from running after him.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head as you continued to cry, curling up into a ball on the ground.

You deserve this, you deserve for Mingi to hate you. If it kept him and everyone else safe, you would willingly be the bad guy.

Picking yourself up, you hailed a cab and went to pick Haneul up. You would be taking her to America with you since you didn't know if you would ever be back.

"Thank you for everything, ahjumma. Really. I know I can never repay all that you've done for me." You bowed deeply to her. When you straightened up, the ahjumma nodded her head. For the first time in forever, she gave you a small smile.

"It has not been easy for you." She said. Your already fragile heart broke even more as you cried. The old lady hugged you, patting your back.

"Take care of her." She whispered.

"I will. You know I will." You repeated as you cried. When you heard Haneul coming, you pulled away from the hug, turning around to wipe your tears.

"Unnie, are you okay?" Haneul stared up at you in confusion when she saw your red eyes and nose.

"Yeah, I'm fine, baby. Go say goodbye and thank you to ahjumma." You told her. She giggled and ran to hug the old lady.

"Be a good girl and listen to your sister." The ahjumma patted Haneul's butt, kissing the top of her head. You grabbed Haneul's bag in one hand, the other holding her hand. With another deep, grateful bow, you walked with Haneul out of there. It was expensive but you took another cab back home.

Your phone was ringing and buzzing off the hook, an indicator Mingi had told them what happened. You were hoping that the boys would not show up at your house since you were with Haneul.

"Unnie, are you really okay?" Haneul asked as you both got down from the cab.

"Yeah. Why do you keep asking?" You chuckled, squatting down in front of her to tuck her fly away hair behind her ears.

"You seem sad. Are you sad?" She tilted her head. You didn't reply her, pursing your lips as you tried to come up with an answer. Instead, Haneul reached up to hug you.

"Don't be sad." She patted your head.

"Thank you, baby. I won't be. Because you're here with me." You lightly pinched her cheek. She giggled shyly and you headed into the building with her. When you stepped out of the lift, you were thankful that there was no one waiting outside the door for you.

"Are you sleepy? Let's get showered, changed and in bed." You told her, putting her bag aside. After a quick shower, you dried Haneul's hair and laid with her until she fell asleep.

"Ugh, I need a drink." You grabbed a bottle of soju you had left in the fridge and poured it into a glass.

'I'm outside. - Hwa'

'I don't want to see anyone... Haneul is sleeping and I just want to be alone. - Indigo'

'Are you really not going to tell them the truth about why you're leaving? You'd rather leave and let them believe their own conclusions? - Hwa'

'It doesn't matter at this point. I'm already leaving tomorrow. I've caused enough hurt here. - Indigo'

Downing another shot of soju, you pushed yourself to stand up and open the door. Seonghwa looked up from his phone, taking you in. You sniffled and went into his arms as he hugged you. You cried into his chest. Not wanting other neighbours to see, Seonghwa walked you in and closed the door.

"Hwa... I hurt him so bad... I really... I hurt him." You cried into his chest. He shushed you but you were inconsolable.

It was no use, what you did broke both your heart and Mingi's heart into a million unfixable pieces. This was all your fault. You could only blame yourself for this.

"I'm sorry you have to do this and take the blame all on your own." He whispered.

"It's okay, I deserve it." You shook your head.

"No, don't say that. You don't deserve it. You don't deserve to have your life threatened just because you fell in love. You shouldn't have to sacrifice it for others." Seonghwa denied.

"Maybe it's better for him and all of you to hate me. It'll make leaving easier." You looked up at him. Seonghwa cupped your cheeks, lightly brushing your tears away with his thumbs. If only he could convince Hongjoong to come talk to you.

But the captain was still in shock. Seonghwa convinced him not to confront you after seeing the state Mingi returned home in. He knew you would be in a worse state. So he locked himself in his room.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Seonghwa asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Tomorrow afternoon. The movers are coming to get the final things in the morning." You informed. Seonghwa nodded his head.

"Don't come to the airport tomorrow, okay? It'll make it harder for me to leave. And Haneul might prefer to go with Bunny pancake oppa." You tried to joke.

"Then I guess this is goodbye and good luck." He smiled softly, tears brimming his eyes.

Now it was your turn to reach up and gently wiped the tears that slipped down his cheeks. You hated this, a part of you didn't want to see it. That's why you dreaded it. You didn't want to be the cause of anyone's tears. And now, your big brother Seonghwa was crying because of you.

"Keep in touch, okay? At least let me know you're alive." He hugged you tightly.

"Maybe not for the first few months... Or I might be tempted to leave and come back." You said. Seonghwa nodded, understanding where you were coming from.

"I know I have no right to ask for anything... But please, take care of Mingi for me..." You said, your lip quivering as you cried.

"You know we will." He promised.

"You'll always have a place here with us. We're family, no matter what." He kissed your forehead. With a final tight squeeze of a hug, Seonghwa let go of you and left your apartment.

Returning to bed, you crawled in with Haneul. You softly brushed her hair back and placed a kiss on her cheek with a loving smile on your face. As long as Haneul was safe, you promised to keep her safe and that's a promise you'll keep.

"I love you so much." You whispered, holding her close as you closed your eyes.

While Haneul slept, you worked with the movers in the morning to get your remaining things ready to be shipped to your storage unit here or to your new house in America.

"Please help yourself to the coffees and breakfast muffins." You gestured to the counter, bowing.

"Thank you." The workers bowed. You went to pack your suitcase.

"Unnie?" Haneul sat up, looking around before finding you seated on the ground in front of the luggages. You waved at her.

"Good morning, baby." You smiled. She slid down from the bed, crawling into your lap and holding onto her plush tightly. You didn't mind that she was leaning against your chest as you packed. As she slowly woke herself up, her eyes followed the way you packed the clothes and laid them down.

"I heard you and Bunny oppa talking last night... I was sleeping but I could hear you." Haneul said. Your hands stopped. Just how much did she hear?

"I heard you crying and saying sorry. Why are you sorry to Bunny oppa?" She looked up at you.

"Because goodbyes are hard, baby."

"Then why are we saying goodbye? I like the oppas, they should come with us so we don't have to say goodbye." She asked. You didn't know how to tell her.

"Sometimes, we just have to say goodbye to each other, even if we don't want to." You told her.

"Then is big princess coming with us? You said you're like an omma and appa that haven't got married yet right?" She blinked. You shook your head with a small smile, stroking her head. You didn't blame her for being curious, she was close to them too.

"Big princess needs to stay here and work. He and the other oppas stay here and make people happy when they sing and dance." You explained to her.

"Let's brush our teeth and have some breakfast. How about cereal and yoghurt?" You suggested, knowing they're her favourite.

"Yes!" She grinned, taking off to the bathroom. Thankfully, you managed to successfully distract her.

"Alright. Yoghurt and cereal!" You took the items out of the fridge, putting them in plastic disposal bowls for her and handing her the spoon. She sat with you in the bedroom as she ate.

"Unnie, where is your breakfast?" She tilted her head.

"I already ate this morning, baby." You ruffled her hair with a smile. You finished packing some luggages and put them aside.

"Bear oppa!" Haneul suddenly exclaimed, making you whip your head around. Haneul abandoned her yoghurt and ran to hug Jongho's legs. Jongho smiled softly, stroking her head and bending down to hug her tightly. Seeing Haneul leave her favourite yoghurt behind just showed how much she loves Jongho.

"Hey." He nodded over to you. You nodded in reply.

"I'm sorry the place is a mess. The movers just got the last of the boxes this morning." You apologised. Jongho shook his head with a hum. He sat down with Haneul in his lap.

"Here." He handed her the bowl of yoghurt and cereal for her to continue her breakfast.

"Mingi hyung told us." He said.

"I see... I honestly wasn't expecting anyone to come at all so I'm surprised you're here. I was just going to pack up and go." You shrugged.

"They wanted to come... But I was the only one that could do it without crying. Plus, I wouldn't let you leave without seeing my little bear and saying goodbye." Jongho chuckled.

"Is the house in America all settled?" He asked.

"Yeah. They've got everything ready for me. A big studio space, a nice apartment in a fancy complex, all that. The agent even sent me some schooling options for Haneul when we get there. I'll need to look those over before enrolling her." You explained.

"That's good. Well, no matter where my little bear goes, she'll do well. She's so smart." Jongho looked down, pinching Haneul's cheek, who giggled happily.

"There's a Korean International School... It would be good to go there to continue under the same education system." You thought out loud.

"Especially if you're planning to come back after some time..." Jongho said.

"But-"

"I know you don't know what the future is like yet. I'm just saying 'if'. It'll make transitioning easier for her, I know some kids have a hard time with migration." Jongho explained.

"Yes and I want her to continue speaking Korean as a first language, not a second." You said and he nodded. There was a short silence that hung in the air.

"They don't hate you... you know... Or at least, most of them..." Jongho added, as if he was reading your mind. You were grateful for his honesty. In your head, you already knew who amongst the boys would be the most upset. Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Yunho probably had some strong words to say to you.

"They should hate me. You should too. Especially after what I did to Mingi yesterday." You said bitterly.

"We both know that deep down, you didn't want to say those words. You didn't want to have to do that, to purposely hurt him. I know you still love Mingi hyung." He looked at you.

"You do?"

"If you didn't, you wouldn't be leaving."

~

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OVERTIME

(Hongjoong x fem!reader - friends to lovers)

After getting assigned to work hand in hand with the team of a labels company, you meet ATEEZ leader Hongjoong. Months filled with sleepless nights, company dinners, and deep conversations together, you wondered, are co-workers supposed to look at each other like this?

STRAWBERRY MARMALADE

(Seonghwa x fem!reader - idol x fan, love at first sight)

You’re a fan of Seonghwa and have been for a long time. He recognizes you when he unexpectedly appears at your job with a friend. You’ve attended many ATEEZ concerts and events just to see him. You never thought you’d finally be noticed here, no makeup, sweaty, and in your apron. After purposely returning to see you time after time, encaptured by your kindness and beauty, he realizes he’s fallen for his fan. 

#1 PURE LOVE OPERATION

(Yunho x fem!reader - fake dating)  

You landed an acting gig in South Korea as the female lead in the new upcoming webtoon adaptation. Your acting partner, and love interest, is K-pop idol Jung Yunho. Your relationship quickly develops through months of working on the project together. A kissing scene between you two went viral, receiving popularity from fans throughout South Korea and The States. During interviews, you guys shared stories on the year-long journey, and fans quickly noticed your close relationship. Even though it was all fake, why do you find it so hard to pack up your bags and move back home? 

#2 SOMEONE LIKE YOU

(Yunho x fem!reader - childhood friends to lovers)

Brought back together by a mutual friend's birthday dinner, you meet your old friend, Yunho, whom you haven't seen in over 8 years. Everything about him reminds you of the boy who used to text you till midnight, dance to your horrible singing, and buy you your favorite snacks on your late-night walks around the city. All the memories of your shy, innocent best friend came rushing back–except now, he was taller, more confident…handsome. 

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Mingi - she fell first but he fell harder

After getting hired at KQ as a BBT backup dancer, you found yourself amazed by ATEEZ rapper, Mingi. The way he danced, acted, carried himself with nonchalant confidence around people made you attracted to him. But he never noticed you, and you knew he never would. You were always with him for concerts and team gatherings only to admire his talent from afar. As a new project develops, you and Mingi begin spending unavoidable time together. Dancing in front of him and with him was the only way you could finally get his attention. Once he’s finally laid eyes on you, can he get them off?

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ATEEZ comforting you after you have a rough week.

Ot8 x reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of hugs, reader is overwhelmed in most of these, mentions of exams(scary ik), kinda corny tbh, also not proofread so there might be some mistakes.

A/n: i used most of my braincells 4 this 🫠 yea also this purely depended upon my mood so that's why some of them are just thoughts while the others are full blown conversations. will most likely rewrite this is in the future I think. Also I'm planning on opening taglists so if you want to be included just lmk!! (for ateez or any other group)

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"When you feel like you're nowhere, Let it go 'cause I'll be there for you..."

⋆˚࿔ Hongjoong

• whenever things get a little too much, you'd usually suck it up

• it wasn't healthy, you know that yet you couldn't afford to fall back now so you did it anyway

• him, who's very sensitive to your every little changes in mood, of course, noticed it too

• you tend to sort of shut down whenever you get overwhelmed, causing you to get moody and quiet, often leading to minor arguments with him

• but he understands (being prone to overworking himself, he was never too fond of the after effects)

• but that doesn't mean he's not going to do anything about it

• ”you're taking a break.” “But I need to finish this-”

• he cut you off by closing your book, making sure to bookmark it before picking you up from the chair

• ”have you looked at yourself yet? you're about to collapse.”

• you fell silent at that, letting him carry you over to the bed, feeling your irritation dissolve at the stern tone, yet you could pick up on the hint of worry.

• ”but I need to finish it, or else I won't catch up on my work. I'm already behind in-”

• your worried ramblings was silenced by his lips pressing against yours for a brief moment

• ”i vaguely remember someone pulling me out of my studio, by my ear, when I was overworking myself.”

• he muttered, sitting beside you once he put you down on the bed, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear

• ”you should listen to your own advice, you know?”

• you could feel the tears pricking your eyes at his words, making you feel helpless and frustrated

• ”there's just…so much. i don't know if I'll ever finish it…what am I gonna do?”

• you mumbled, your lips trembling as you tried to bite back your sobs

• his expression softened at your words, pulling you into his embrace, stroking your hair

• ”i know. but exhausting yourself is only going to make it harder for you to catch up.”

• ”let's take a break, okay? you need to rest, let your mind calm down first.”

• you felt him pull away from you, his hand wiping your tears away

• ”how about we go for a walk outside? some fresh air would help, i think.”

• you thought for a bit before nodding. you definitely wouldn't be able to get anything done while you were in this state.

• he finally let a small smile break free, standing up, moving to get your shoes for you

“An ice cream could help too, i've heard. and there's a parlour that just opened up, down the street. i think it's fate.”

⋆˚࿔ Seonghwa

• "are you okay?"

• he asked softly, worry lacing his tone as he watched your sullen figure drop down onto the couch.

• "I'm okay."

• your curt response came out as if it was clockwork, removing your bag before burying your face into the comforter

• you obviously weren't. Well, it'd been like that for a while now

• he sighed before coming over to you on the couch. He knelt down and reached out to take off your shoes which you forgot to

• you tried to sit up, suddenly feeling guilty

• "i got it...-" "Let me."

• you paused before laying back down, feeling a bit nervous at his tone of voice. Was he mad?

• "I'm sorry... it's just lately everything's been going downhill..."

• you mumbled, tears pricking your eyes as you let your emotions of the past week finally weigh you down

• "i c-can't seem to do anything right and...i can't muster up energy for anything...i.."

• you sniffled, waiting for a response. He didn’t reply, instead placing your shoes neatly to the side before standing up and sitting down next to you on the couch.

• "Hwa..."

• a tear rolled down your face as he wrapped his arms around you, resting your head beneath his chin.

• it was incredible how the warmth of his embrace contrasted the gloominess you've been feeling all week.

• "I'm not mad. Why would I be?"

�� he spoke quietly, his eyes shutting for a moment, his hand tracing patterns on your back

• "and you know... people don't always have to be okay..."

• "if that were the case then, i think we'd be superhumans..."

• you let out a laugh at his words, feeling your heart lighten slightly

• "i guess..."

• he smiled at the pleasant sound, leaning back slightly to look at you, his hand moving to wipe your tears away.

• "so don't put yourself down, i won't let you."

• he whispered, his expression gentle yet firm before pulling you close again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

• "I'm still gonna worry though. Because I'm a human, a human who happened to be really really really in love with you."

• you chuckled, feeling exasperated yet so so light hearted

"Well, then...this human loves you too, a lot."

⋆˚࿔ Yunho.

• exams were coming up.

• and with exams came all nighters.

• you knew it wasn't healthy at all but your brain refused to listen to you, conjuring up various 'what ifs' each one, bleak.

• yes, exam seasons usually had you stressed.

• he knew it too.

• don't get him wrong, he knew you'd do well (with you being one of the most hardworking people he knows, there was no doubt about that)

• but he knew you couldn't help it. Despite all the assurances, a small part of you always doubted if your efforts were enough

• and he was worried. Of course, he was but he couldn't push you to take breaks even when he knew you needed it

• because he thought it'd be better to be distant than to have you completely shut him out

• but he wasn't sure anymore.

• even more so when he came upon you staring down at your books with teary eyes. You couldn't take it anymore.

• "I'm just so tired"

• you sobbed, burying your face into his chest. He had carried you to the bed from your desk, despite your protests but now you were glad that he did.

• "i know, love."

• he whispered, his hand rubbing your back soothingly, his heart clenching at the sound of your sobs. How could he have let it get this bad?

• but one thing was sure, he wasn't about to let you go through this alone.

• "Take a break, hm?" "But i...-"

• "No buts."

• he replied firmly, his expression showing his worry

• "Baby, it's admirable, it really is...you work so hard and I'm so proud of you..."

• "but I'm worried."

• he mumbled, his voice soft and low, tightening his hold on you

• your words faltered as you sensed the genuine concern in his voice, a twinge of guilt washing over you.

• "You always seem so tired and i...i can't help but feel frustrated for not being able to do anything..."

• his tone was soft, holding you close as if he feared losing you.

• "i don't want anything to happen to you..."

• you heart clenched at the tone of fear in his voice. you felt him lean back, taking your face into his hands carefully

• ”no matter how important it is, pushing yourself beyond the point of breaking will never do you any good.”

•he whispered, his voice quiet as he stroked your face gently

•you stayed silent for a moment, his words going through your mind. you could feel the toll these last few days had on your body. crashing out wouldn't be far at this point.

•so you nodded, reluctantly agreeing, not wanting to worry him any longer and also because you knew you needed this.

•he smiled, seeing you agree (although reluctant) relief coursing through him finally.

“Good. Now, how about some tea? I'll…let you get back to it after a break and this time, I'll help you.”

⋆˚࿔ Yeosang.

• something was wrong.

• he wasn't used to seeing you so...pensive.

• that slight slumping of your shoulders, the way you zone out mid-convos and the quiet sighs that escapes you whenever you think no one's looking

• no, he definitely noticed. It was so unlike you and...he wasn't sure how to react.

• would you be mad if he were to bring this up?

• or would you pretend like there was

nothing wrong?

• he knows that you value your independence very much, often preferring to deal with things on your own

• he respects that and doesn't push in anyway, not wanting to make you uncomfortable

• but he'd also feel a bit guilty (thought it was never his fault) feeling like he was failing as a boyfriend for just watching from the sidelines while you struggled

• though initially, he'd be a bit hesitant and cautious when approaching the matter

• he wouldn't directly confront you but lets you know that he's there for you

• "I'm here, if you want to talk."

• he'll also try to distract you with other activities, whether if it's like a walk in the park or a simply game

• he'll try his best to keep the atmosphere quiet and positive so you'll be able to relax your mind even if it's just a little

• and when you finally open up to him, he listens.

• he doesn't really respond in between and just lets you rant while listening intently

• and you know he is from the way his hand gently squeezes yours in assurance whenever you come to a pause, letting you know that whatever you were feeling was valid

• he isn't that big on physical affection but won't hesitate to shower you in it if you were to ask

• he's just a green flag over all

"I'll be here if you need me. I'll always be here."

⋆˚࿔ San.

• "come here."

• you hesitantly glanced at him before immediately looking away once you met his eyes. How does he know you so well?

• "choi y/n, come. here."

• he repeated, his tone a bit more firm now, spreading his arms wide and looking at you expectantly

• "what's with the choi?"

• you sighed, half-laughing, but you walked towards him, your emotions bubbling up again.

• "you own my heart, so you might as well take my last name too."

• he said softly with a small smile as you finally stepped into his arms.

• "seriously..."

• you mumbled, your voice breaking towards the end as you pressed your face into his chest, tears starting to flow again

• "there we go..."

• he guided you to the couch before sitting beside you. He wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you into him and gently ran his fingers through your hair, whispering.

• "you did a good job, hm? I'm so proud of you."

• "it doesn't feel like that though..."

• you laughed. his words, though comforting, stung a bit, reminding you of your failures yet again

• he frowned, picking upon on the hint of self depreciation in your tone

• "how dare you say that about the love of my life? Do you have any idea how much they mean to me?"

• he spoke, leaning back slightly to look at you, his hand reaching up to pinch your cheeks

• "what're you on about?"

• you chuckled, avoiding his hand, not knowing whether to be amused or exasperated at his sudden burst out

• "I'm serious, my love's the best, the smartest, the kindest, the most hardworking, the prettiest...the list goes on..."

• he continued, his voice firm as he made you face him, wiping your tears away

• "but you know what i like the most about them?"

• he asked, his expression softening considerably

• "they never give up. no matter how hard it gets, no matter what anyone else says, they never give up, because they know that they can get through it..."

• he stroked your face, his eyes never leaving yours, the genuineness in them halting your breath for a moment

• "I know you can..."

• you felt your heart tighten at his words, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. You hugged him again, tears forming again.

• "why do you always have to be so nice? I hate you..."

• you sobbed, though there was no real heat behind your words

• he chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly

"It's okay, in return, I have lots of love to give you..."

⋆˚࿔ Mingi.

• he knew that things have been rough for you lately

• while he was worried, he wasn't sure to how to bring it up without making you feel even worse

• so he had hoped you'd come to him first

• though nothing prepared him for the sight of you sobbing into your hands infront of him, when you did

• initially he was at a loss as to what to do (it's that T in him)

• but he could feel his heart breaking as he watched you desperately trying to wipe your tears away which seemed to be flowing endlessly at that moment

• instantly he pulled you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you so tightly like he wanted to shield you from whatever that was hurting you

• "I'm sorry..."

• you weren't sure what he was apologising for and neither was he

• though he wasn't good with words in this situation, he was there for you

• and he hoped you'd know it too

"don't hold back your tears, just let it all out. I'm here."

⋆˚࿔ Wooyoung

• he’s been walking on eggshells the entire week and he wasn't sure how long he could he take it

• your obvious avoidance of him, the curt texts, (hell, he'd prefer it more if you argued with him than this) it was all getting ridiculous

• so, what was the next step? obviously, confronting you.

• though it wasn't going like how he expected it to go.

• ”I'm sorry, i thought it'd be better to avoid you than to let you get affected too”

• you mumbled, your voice a bit hoarse as you brought your blanket covering you, closer

• your face was red, a sheen of sweat covering your forehead as you supported yourself on the wall.

• these past few weeks had taken a toll on you, worse than you thought and before you knew it, you had a fever.

• ”Affect me-...are you serious?”

• he spoke before he could stop himself. really? that's what you've been worried about?

• “I've been worried sick! you think I'd care about some damn germs?”

• you fell silent, feeling a bit guilty now.

• he huffed as if he was in disbelief. he wanted to say more but paused, his eyes falling on your pale face

• he sighed before stepping in, his hands reaching for your face.

• “you're burning up…”

• he muttered, worry lacing his tone as he supported you, making sure to close the door before leading you to your living room, sitting you down on the couch

• you sniffled, rubbing your nose as you watched him bustle around your apartment

• it was weird, seeing him so serious like this, different from his usual playful self

• and it only made you more guilty for worrying him

• ”I'm sorry…”

• he paused, hearing your words, his movements slowing down as he closed the door to your shelf after retrieving the medicine

• “you know? these past few days, I was wondering whether I did something. I couldn't figure it out.”

• he spoke up, returning to the couch, kneeling infront of you, placing a hand on your lap

• “besides, what if you were in your death bed? of course i need to be here.”

• he added, a small smirk forming on his face

• “Hey!”

• you countered, your eyes wide, hitting his shoulder making him laugh out a small ‘sorry!’, lightening the mood slightly

• “no but seriously, you should've told me you were sick. i would've came running.”

• “you always take care of me when I'm sick. I want to do the same…”

• he muttered, his playfulness dissolving into softness, his hand squeezing yours gently

• you felt your heart melt at his words, warmth coursing through you, the pleasant kind this time.

• “Alright then, can you…make me your special chicken soup?”

• you asked, a hopeful glint in your eyes. you’ve been craving it actually.

• his smile returned even more brightly as he stood up, turning to make his way to your kitchen

“I'll make you the damn best chicken soup you're gonna ever have! You won't even need medicine cause it's gonna heal you up right away.”

⋆˚࿔ Jongho

• he knew you were having a rough week

• considering how moody you've seemed lately and you also didn't talk much

• and you were usually the 'affectionate' one in your relationship so the lack of it made him pause

• he was concerned, obviously, but didn't voice it directly or push you to open up

• he trusted that you'd come to him if there was something

• however, it seems like you finally reached your breaking point

• he regretted not talking to you sooner when he came home to you crying one day

• he immediately engulfs you into his embrace.

• you seemed a bit surprised to see him, not expecting him to come back so early

• and you felt bad to burden him with your emotions, surely he had a lot on his plate as well-

• "stupid, you should be worrying about yourself."

• he mumbled, his voice annoyed yet... concerned, pulling you closer when you tried to move away.

• he won't respond with words when you start to pour your worries out

• but you know he's listening with the gentle but assuring squeezes he gave your hand whenever you come to a pause

• well, it wasn't like he really had to talk when his embrace spoke volumes more than any words ever could.

“Don't feel bad for feeling bad, you don't always have to be okay, it's completely normal.”

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Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 2.3k

Includes- Pussy eating, fingering, cum eating, missionary, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms

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Six months later

Hongjoong POV

Pressing my tongue deeper in her pussy, I lick up and down, making her scream

I can't stop eating her pussy

She tastes so fucking good it's insane

The way she feels on my tongue, the way she drenches my face, the way she fucks my tongue drives me crazy

It's one of the best things I experience and I make sure to eat her cunt every fucking day

After the first time I went down on her, I was hooked

"Joongie", she moans, her hand pulling my hair hard

Dipping my tongue in her hole, I fuck into her over and over, gripping her thighs so hard, going hard

"Joongie oh fuck", she moans, her pussy throbbing around my tongue as she cums

Her sweet creamy cum coats my tongue and I moan into her swallowing again and again

God she tastes fucking phenomenal, I can't get enough

She rides her orgasm out on my tongue and when she finishes, I pull my tongue out and immediately wrap my mouth around her pulsing clit, sucking fast right away

"Hongjoong!"

Lifting my eyes, I watch her in pleasure, her body shaking and she's so fucking beautiful

Moving my hands, I touch her pretty body, feeling her skin tremble against my fingertips

God I fucking love her so much

Every since the first day we were together, I just fell for her more and more

She's the best partner I ever had

She's so caring, understanding, supportive and patient

She went at my pace, never getting upset when I was unsure or worried about anything

Sexually I learned everything she likes and make sure to do it every time we're together

I just want to make her feel good

And the surprising part is all she wants is to make me feel good

Needless to say everytime were together is fucking mind blowing

I haven't told her I love her yet

I'm scared to

I know she likes me a lot but I'm not sure she loves me

Seonghwa says to just tell her

Easier said than done though

I just have to get the courage and do it

"Fuck", she moans, one of her hands taking mine, lacing our fingers and squeezing hard

I squeeze back, sucking harder, each throb of her clit against my lips sending pleasure right to my hard cock

Sliding two fingers inside her, I press down on her spot, her cunt clenching and flooding my hand

I move my fingers in and out, right into her spot in time with my sucking, bringing her closer

"Oh god, Hongjoong!", she yells as she orgasms

I suck her through it, her screams music to my ears

Letting go of her clit, I pull my fingers out, moving my tongue down, licking up all her cum, making sure I get all of it

It's that good

When I finish, I climb on the bed, grabbing her legs and pulling her to me

Moving on top of her, I crash my lips against hers, getting her legs around my waist and sliding right into her waiting pussy

"Mmmm", she moans as she kisses me back, her arms around my neck, her body arching into mine

Her cunt spasms hard around me as I bottom out, my body shivering against her from how good she fucking feels

Moving immediately, I pull out then crash back in, getting a hard, fast pace going

"Yes Hongjoong!", she cries, her head pressing into the pillow, her hands moving around my back, holding on to me hard, "Fuck, you feel so good baby"

"Not as good as you jagi", I murmur, pressing kisses all over her pretty neck, "Fuck baby, I love being in your pussy. Could stay here all day, everyday"

That's the truth

The way she wraps around me, pulses around me, drenches me, creams my cock, sucks me back inside her, fuck, I more than love it

I crave it, crave her

"Mm want you to stay baby", she whimpers

"I will jagi"

Hooking my arms under her knees, I push them up, opening her up more and giving me more room to pound inside her

My head hits her spot, causing massive body shivers, her screams of pleasure getting louder

I smirk against her skin, continuing to hit her right in her spot with every thrust

After finding her spot the first time I actively fucked her, I memorized where it was and I can find it easily, giving her the maximum pleasure

And fuck do I like watching her in that much bliss

She stunning normally but when she's in pleasure, when she's orgasming she's fucking ethereal

Her cunt clenches around my cock over and over, making a huge mess all over my length and my pelvis

I live for her creaming my cock and lap

It's so pretty to see

Her cunt clenches hard around me and God she feels so fucking good

Groping her boob, I push it up, my mouth around her nipple in a second, sucking and licking it all over

"Hongjoong! Oh my fucking god", she cries, "I'm gonna cum. Baby, I'm gonna cum"

I increase my movements, pounding her tight little cunt, sending her right into her orgasm

"Hongjoong!", she screams, her pussy spasming hard around my shaft, her body arching, pure bliss running through my body

I don't stop sucking her nipple, my hips still moving as I fuck her through it

Pulling out when she's done, I flip her over, getting her on her hands and knees

I push back into her hole, watching it spread as I move into her

Fuck, so pretty

Getting all the way in, I stay for a second, just feeling her

Gripping her hips, I pull out, moaning when I see her cream completely covering my cock

Shoving my cock back inside her, I fuck into her, feeling her suck me back in with each move, pleasure flowing through my body

"Harder Joongie. Fuck, want you baby. Please"

"Yeah jagi", I murmur, slamming harder into her, "Is this what you want baby?"

"Yes", she cries

I watch her cream my cock so much, watch her pussy split open on my length and I'm so fucking turned on

"Fuck baby", I murmur, "Making such a big pretty mess on my cock"

"Mmm hmmm Joongie. Fuck, love making messes on you"

"I know you do baby"

As I thrust into her, I move my hand around her waist, pressing my fingers into her clit, rubbing it in a circle

"Oh god", she whimpers, her cunt soaking even more

Her clit pulses against my fingers and I move faster, wanting her to cum

I learned to push back my orgasm so I could give her more

I make sure I last so she can cum at least three times if not more

I'm all about her when we have sex

It's all about her in every aspect of my life

She's my everything

"Hongjoong! Oh god Hongjoong!"

Her body visibly shudders as she falls over the edge, her pussy gushing squirt all over me

I smirk, rubbing her clit faster, letting her squirt around my dick

"Fuck baby, yes. Love watching you squirt on my cock", I praise her, "So pretty. Feels so good"

She just moans my name over and over and I love making her this fucked out

When she finishes, I pull out and get her on her back again

She opens her legs, pulling me on top of her, her mouth right against mine, her tongue playing with mine

She reaches in-between us, grabbing my cock and aligning me to her entrance

Surging forward, I bury my dick inside her, eager to be back in her warm wet pussy

Pulling back, I roll my hips into hers, plunging inside her

As I move, her hips lift up meeting mine, taking me in so much deeper than before

As we move together, in pleasure together, her hands run up and down my back, sending shivers down my spine

She kisses me passionately, her legs squeezing around me tighter

This is everything I could ever want

To be with the one I love, in her arms

She breaks the kiss, her lips pressing into my neck, giving me kiss after kiss, feeling so good

"Fuck Joongie", she murmurs, meeting my thrusts with every move

"Mmm my jagi"

"Hongjoong", she whimpers, "I love you"

My mind implodes at her words and I am beyond happy

"I love you so much Hongjoong"

"I love you Jo", I tell her, "I love you"

She smiles at me, pulling me in for a kiss and I go willingly, our lips against each others

I can feel her love in the kiss, letting it wash over me

I'm so fucking happy, it's insane

Thrusting into her, her pussy squeezes me so tight and it feels so fucking amazing

Her hands slide up my back, moving over my shoulders, her arms going around my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss, her tongue moving against mine

The feeling of her arms around me is something I can't get enough of

It makes me feel so safe, so wanted and now I know, loved

Moving her legs higher on my waist, I pump into her, my arms moving around her pretty body, holding her against me

"Hongjoong", she whimpers between kisses

"My jagi", I whisper, kissing her again

Moving into her, her body arches into me as she cums, her arms tightening around my neck

I swallow her moans, letting the sheer ecstasy of her orgasm wash over me as I cum with her

She pulses so hard around my cock, drenching me as I fill her with my cum

Clinging onto each other, we ride out the pleasure, kissing each other desperately

I pour all my love into the kiss, hoping she can feel it like I can feel hers

As we finish, I move to lay next to her, her coming with me, turning her body to mine, pressing as close to me as she can get

When the kiss ends, her beautiful brown eyes look into mine, her hand touching my cheek

"I love you", she says, smiling softly, "I've never been in love before but fuck I love you Joongie"

"I know what you mean jagi", I answer, gazing in her beautiful face, my fingers playing softly with her hair, "I've never been in love either but I love you more than anything baby"

Her smile grows wider, taking my breath away, "I'm so happy it's you Joongie. I can't think of anyone better for me than you. I know you were worried when we first got together but you are honestly the best boyfriend I ever had"

"Yeah?", I ask shyly, so surprise and ecstatic she thinks that

I was really nervous when we first got together and not just sexually

I didn't know if anything I was doing was right

I questioned everything, like if holding her hand was something I should do or if I should cuddle with her when we watched TV or if she'd get annoyed if I texted her too much or if she would be pissed with me always asking her to come to my studio or practice or shoots

And when I'd have to cancel because something came up, I was terrified she'd have enough and leave me

But she proved me wrong every time

She was reassuring, she never got upset and she never got angry, always understanding and eventually our relationship fell into place

But hearing her say that I'm the best boyfriend she's ever had....it's astonishing, aweing and I'm so happy she feels that way

"Yeah Joongie. You already knew everything about me", she says, "And you're so sweet baby, so caring. You make time for me with your busy schedule and you always ask me to be with you for whatever you have to do for ATEEZ. I know I can be annoying but you never get mad or annoyed. You're perfect baby. My perfect everything"

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, "I'm not perfect jagi, you are. You're always so patient with me, helping me with everything I was worried about. You never got mad at my million questions about being with a girl and what I should or shouldn't do. I know I was annoying but you always helped me. I'm so fucking lucky I have you Jo and I'm so lucky you love me. You have no idea how happy I am that you love me"

She nods, "I do love you Joongie. So much"

"I love you so much Jo", I tell her, "My perfect girl"

She giggles, pressing a soft loving kiss to my lips

I smile before I kiss her back, falling into her kiss

After the kiss, she hugs me tightly, asking, "Are you hungry baby?"

I nod

We actually just woke up and were all over each other immediately

But now that we're just cuddling, I'm getting hungry

"Yeah for food this time", I laugh, smirking at her

She rolls her eyes, "You bad boy"

"Your bad boy", I grin

"Yeah", she giggles, pressing a kiss to my lips, "My bad boy"

After another kiss, we disentangle, getting up from her bed

Pulling my boxers on, I turn to see her pulling my shirt on

And I'm getting turned on

She wears my clothes a lot and I'm so here for it

They look so good on her and I encourage her to wear them out too

It just riles me up knowing she's wearing my clothes when we're out and it's lead to some risky hot public sex

"C'mon Joongie", she smirks, walking to the door to her room, "If you're a good boy, I'll let you fuck me on the table in the kitchen, wherever you want"

Yes fucking please

"But you have to come with me now"

She leaves the room and I leap over her bed, following her immediately

[tinytinyblogs]

Every Day, Every Moment

(🎵Song Fic) Paul Kim - Every Day, Every Moment (OST Should We Kiss First Pt.3)

Guardian angel!Hongjoong

Ateez Masterlist here

Will I be able to smile without you?

Just thinking about it makes me cry

He gripped your hand tightly, as if he was afraid that you would disappear. You could feel the wind caressing your pale skin and blowing your hair loose. "Joong, are you okay?" you asked softly. He nodded, but didn't say anything. He chose to remain silent in response to your simple question. The question made him think more deeply about whether he was really okay. He didn't even know if he was ready to be all good now. He knew he shouldn't fall for you.

You and he are different, but he couldn't help himself. Every move he made was a mistake. He shouldn't have sat next to you like that. He shouldn't have held your hand like that. And he definitely shouldn't have fallen in love with you like that. He was only supposed to protect you, not fall for you. Why did it have to be so complicated?

The person who protected me throughout my hard times

Now I will protect you

"Hey, Joong, are you my guardian angel? You're always there to protect me." You laughed at your own joke, but Hongjoong didn't find it funny. He stood there in silence, frozen in place. He thought you knew the real him, the one he had never told you about. It's funny how when he came into your life, it wasn't always him protecting you. You changed him too. You filled his empty heart, made his heart beat again, and made him feel again. He became a better person for himself because of you. He saw you grow from a school student into a beautiful and accomplished woman, and everything you did was mesmerizing to him.

He knows he should face the consequences of his actions, but he can't bring himself to leave you. He doesn't want to leave you alone in this cruel world and let anyone hurt your pure soul. He is scared of losing you, and he knows that tears are a sign of pain. He would do anything to keep you happy, even if it means hiding his own fears and insecurities.

Your embrace was always warm

Hongjoong held you close under his arm, feeling the warmth of your body and the softness of your embrace. Your angelic smile made him feel safe and secure, and your hug was his favorite thing in the world. It erased all the distance between them and made it feel like time had stopped. He sometimes wished he could stop time altogether, just so he could keep holding you close forever.

He loved every moment with you, every little detail about you, and every single thing he could do with you. He loved you completely. He fell so hard for you that he was completely lost in his love for you. He knew that it was bad for him, but he couldn't help himself. Love could be so hard, and sometimes it could be a mistake. But for him, loving you was the one big mistake that he enjoyed the most.

It was my only resting place at the end of my long days

Seonghwa sipped his tea, enjoying his afternoon tea time. "You shouldn't do that," he said, even though he knew Hongjoong already knew. Hongjoong just played with his fingers, letting his mind wander aimlessly. He didn't need Seonghwa to remind him again and again that he shouldn't love you.

Seonghwa said, "God will call you back, and I'm afraid you'll never be able to go back to Earth again." Hongjoong took a deep breath, but Seonghwa's words made it even harder for him to breathe. He tried to calm himself down, but it was suffocating. He was trying so hard to think of a way out, to think of what he should do, to think of how he could get out of this situation.

Hongjoong admired you from head to toe as he walked back to you after talking to Seonghwa. Your perfect figure made him smile, but he saw the pain in your eyes when you saw him. He couldn't help but smile back, even though he knew that you were hurting. He realized that you were his home, and he was afraid of losing you.

You alone are enough for me

Because there’s no need for words, I know by your eyes

You couldn't help but whisper "So beautiful" under your breath as you admired the person in front of you. You felt Hongjoong's hand on your waist pull you closer, and he whispered in your ear, "But you are the most beautiful human in this world, y/n." You turned to look at him, meeting his eyes that were already on you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you," he said, his eyes filled with love. "You are perfect to me in every way." You felt your heart pounding as you melted into his gaze. You knew he meant every word, and it made you feel so special. He was so lucky to be able to hold you and admire you every day.

Flowers bloom and wither

Every day, every moment, let’s be together

He stood there in silence, feeling dwarfed by the vastness of the space around him. He knew this day would come eventually, but he was not ready to face it. He locked eyes with the God before him, but he could not think or speak. He felt small and insignificant, and he was filled with a sense of awe and dread. "You've broken the rules," Hongjoong closing his eyes and letting the pain wash over him. He could feel his heart shattering into a thousand pieces, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He nodded his head in resignation, knowing that he was guilty. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. But everyone could hear him, and they could all see how broken he was.

"Explain yourself," God said. "Tell me why you did it, knowing that guardian angels are not supposed to interfere in human affairs or fall in love with them." Hongjoong listened to every word God said, and he knew that God was right. It was the same question he had asked himself many times, the same question Seonghwa had asked him every time they talked about it. It was like asking why he had fallen in love with you, even though it meant that he could lose his wings. But he had his reasons, a thousand reasons why he would give his whole world for you.

They were shining like the sun

Your eyes when you looked at me

I was so happy I thought it was a dream

Each moment was so dazzling

The memory of you played like a movie in his mind, and he didn't mind. He loved that memory, and he loved to see it again and again. He always had a cute smile on his face when he thought of you. "If you ask me why, I can't give you a reason. It just happened," he said. "I don't understand why love is seen as a sin, but I'm aware of what I'm doing. And even if you force me to let you go, I can't. Everything just feels so right, even though I'm doing the wrong thing. The way y/n make me feel is better than anything I've ever felt before. I can't give you the reason you want me to give you."

Hongjoong's eyes were watery as he began to speak, and God could see the tears welling up in them. "Can't I just be with y/n? I've never asked you for anything before," he said, his voice cracking. "I've always done everything I'm supposed to do, and I've always done it in silence. This is the only thing I want." He had never asked for anything else in his life as a guardian angel. He had always walked in silence, never asking for anything, never complaining. But this was the one thing he wanted, even if it seemed impossible.

In my anxious and suffering life

You came to me like a ray of light and made me smile

You didn't know how you could have survived a day without Hongjoong by your side. Everything was a mess, and you didn't have anyone to rely on. You didn't know where he was, and you were starting to get worried. You had met him out of nowhere, and he had no friends or family that you knew of. Suddenly, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around and saw a man with an angelic figure standing behind you. He smiled at you and said, "He'll be okay. Don't worry about him so much. You should get going with whatever you do. He needs a moment before he can really be here with you."

You turned to face him properly. "Do you know Hongjoong?" you asked. He hummed in response. "He is my friend," he said. "My name is Seonghwa. Hongjoong is in a place that you can't reach right now, but don't worry. He will come back to you. He only cares about you." You savored every word that Seonghwa said, but you couldn't help but feel uneasy. "What is he?" you asked. "What are you? He sometimes doesn't seem like a normal human. Based on what you're saying, is he in trouble?"

"We are guardian angels," Seonghwa said. "Our job is to protect humans. But Hongjoong has broken the rules. He has fallen in love with the one he is supposed to protect." You looked down at your shoes, on the ground, everywhere your eyes could lay on. You felt like your mind had stopped working. All of this was so hard to believe

Seonghwa could see the sadness in your eyes, and he knew that Hongjoong would feel the same way. "I don't know how dealing with God will be," he said, "but I really think he will be alright. Just be strong for him." He placed his hand on your shoulder and slowly patted it, trying to reassure you that everything would be okay.

The future is unknown

But each moment of being in your arms

I wish it would last forever

Hongjoong had lost count of how long he had been up there, how long he had been away from you. He knew that he had to face the consequences of his actions, but he couldn't help but wonder what was happening to you, what you were doing. He couldn't get you out of his mind. "I don't think keeping you here will make you change your mind, Hongjoong," God said. Hongjoong closed the book in his hand and placed it back on the table. He stood up to greet God, who was coming closer. "I will give you an option," God said.

"I never said that love is a sin," God said, looking at Hongjoong's beautiful white wings. "But you living in a different world with humans can only lead to heartbreak." God paused, admiring Hongjoong's wings for a moment. "You can either lose your wings and become a normal human, or you can stay here in your eternal life, but you will never see your loved one again."

Hongjoong looked at his beautiful white wings, shining brightly. He knew that he was one of the most beautiful angels, but all he cared about was you. "It's an honor to be here, to be a guardian angel, but I want to be with my loved one." he said. "Being human means you feel all the things they feel Sickness, sadness, dying, and everything else that happens in human life." God said. "I know," Hongjoong said. "But I'm willing to take that chance. I want to be with y/n, no matter what."

I’ll go to you when the breeze feels nice

I’ll go to you on sunny days

Just like the day you first came to me

Every day, every moment, let’s be together

"Hongjoong," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes as you saw his figure sitting on your apartment sofa. You had almost forgotten the smile that had lit up his face, and you were so glad to see it again. He stood up and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. "I'm so sorry," you mumbled into his chest.

"It's not your fault," you said, breaking the hug. You looked into his eyes, the beautiful eyes that had always stared at you with so much love. You couldn't help but blame yourself for his absence. "But-" he started to say, but you hushed him with a kiss. "We can't control love," he said, his lips still pressed against yours. "And the feeling we have for each other is not your fault. I chose to come back here because I want to be with you."

"I don't regret my decision, y/n." he said. "I want to be with you every day and every moment. Even though I'm no longer your guardian angel, I will still protect you from everything. I love you."

[ao3feed-ateez]

Forever Person

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pFKcC4h by wavemingi Y/n reunites with her boyfriend after years of working and studying in London. Despite her nervousness she is welcomed with open arms by his friend group. Words: 1175, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ) Relationships: Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)/Reader Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, y/n is original character, Switch Reader, Switch Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), most dom yunho, reader and yunho fight like a married couple, bestfriends to lovers, reader is tall, Smut, Mostly Fluff, he fell first AND harder, yunho is in love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pFKcC4h

[feverishly-kpop]

Ateez Performance Line - Part 5

When Mingi woke up the following morning to the sound of his alarm, he immediately knew something was off. He absolutely understood why Wooyoung and Yunho seemed unable to think straight just before falling ill, feeling like somebody had switched his brain out with cotton overnight.

The timing of all of this, however, could not have been worse. Mingi was in the final push to finish the choreography, having just one song left to go. Simply put, he was out of options. He’d have to carry on the best he could.

After getting a few pain tablets down that he miraculously found in the bottom of his bag, Mingi glanced at his phone, his face lighting up at the text he found from Wooyoung:

“I’ll be back tomorrow, we can finish up together.”

Mingi smiled, feeling like a prayer had been answered, and, with that, he got to work.

*~*~*~*~*~

“Why would you tell him that in the first place?” Yeosang asked as calmly as he could. He knew that Wooyoung was drained after so many days of his temperature going up and down, seemingly unable to decide if it would break or not, leaving him feeling emotional, lethargic, and not in the most lucid state of mind.

“Because it was normal this morning” Wooyoung replied with a pout as Hongjoong draped a cool cloth over his forehead. He was too worn down to fight back any harder.

“That was hardly ‘normal’ for you, Woo, you never run quite that high. You’re usually on the lower side” Hongjoong said with a sigh, honestly feeling more pity for Wooyoung than frustration over the fact that he prematurely told Mingi he’d be back to work tomorrow. The doctor that had come to check on the two sick dancers had told them that this strain of the flu came along with a particularly persistent fever that would take up to a week or more to break, much to the chagrin of Wooyoung and Yunho, who were really feeling it’s effects.

“Can you text him back and tell him that I won’t be there tomorrow?” Wooyoung whispered as he rolled over, his back to Yeosang and Hongjoong. He wiped a tear from his eye before speaking up again. “And that I’m really, really sorry.”

“Of course, Wooyoung. It’s going to be fine, just get some sleep, I think you’ll feel better after a nap. You look exhausted” Hongjoong replied, pulling the blankets up over his feverish dongsaeng. With Wooyoung already falling asleep Hongjoong and Yeosang stepped out to allow him to rest.

“He’s having a hard time with this” Yeosang said sadly, getting a nod from Hongjoong in response.

“He’ll be okay, he just needs a few more days” Hongjoong replied, trying to reassure Yeosang, who was also very clearly having a hard time with the situation.

They both turned as they heard Yunho’s door quietly open and close, revealing Seonghwa and San looking just as tired as Hongjoong and Yeosang were feeling.

“Yunho’s a trooper, but this has been brutal for him. He’s having terrible fever dreams but he’s asleep again, for now at least” Seonghwa sighed as San asked about Wooyoung.

“His fever’s back up…” Hongjoong began, tentatively adding “…and he told Mingi he’d be back tomorrow to finish up.” Seonghwa and San groaned quietly in response to that and Hongjoong pulled out his phone, trying to figure out the best way to let Mingi know that he’d be on his own until he finished.

*~*~*~*~*~

Mingi quickly paused the track that had been blaring through the studio upon receiving a notification from Hongjoong. He had been eagerly awaiting the details of Wooyoung’s return to work all morning. But once he opened the text his face fell with disappointment.

“I’m sorry, Mingi. Woo’s temp is back up. He feels really badly for misleading you.”

No further explanation was needed, he knew what that meant and replied back:

“It’s okay, tell him that I hope he’s feeling better soon.”

Mingi tossed his phone aside as he leaned against the mirror, slowly sliding down to the floor. He was already feeling poorly but he knew it was just a matter of time before the full impact of the flu hit him and time simply wasn’t something that was on his side at this point. He had planned on taking the next two days to finish the last song but he was beginning to think that he’d be better off pushing through to the end before he couldn’t work at all anymore. As far as Mingi was concerned Wooyoung had put in a full day of work in his condition, there was no reason for him not to do the same.

As the day wore on Mingi couldn’t help but feel extremely guilty for the way that he had spoken to Wooyoung before they had realized that he was coming down with something. He felt completely disoriented, repeatedly losing his train of thought before he had a chance to jot it down. He worked straight through the day without a break for lunch but he couldn’t ignore the pangs of hunger coming from his stomach, and he couldn’t quite shake the dull lingering sensation of nausea that had been coming and going in waves throughout the day.

Hongjoong had popped his head in a few times, once again sneaking away from doctor and parent duties at their apartment. He had asked Mingi if he wanted to grab something to eat earlier that afternoon but Mingi declined, advising Hongjoong that he had already eaten, which was a lie. Hongjoong circled back a few hours later, offering to order Mingi some food before he went home for the night but, once again, Mingi bent the truth with his response, saying that he’d be taking a break shortly, once he had finished the section he was working on.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Mingi sighed. He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. He contemplated trying to have a light meal before deciding against it. He only had a couple sections left to go. Three hours of work tops. And, frankly, leaving the company at 11:00 PM wasn’t so bad. At least he’d be going home for the rest of the night after having been living at work for the past few day.

Mingi’s body, however, had other ideas. Three hours turned into five before he dropped to his knees as the music ended abruptly. A wave of relief came over Mingi, finally able to take a breath after finishing the choreography for the last song. That wave of relief was quickly followed by a wave of nausea that hand him back on his feet and to the nearest washroom before the small amount that he had managed to eat and drink that day made a reappearance. He stayed there for a few minutes, wanting to be sure that the nausea had passed before returning to the dance studio to figure out what to do next.

None of Mingi’s options were ideal. At 1:00 AM it felt out of the question to call a member for a ride. He was fully aware of how exhausted everybody was from caring for Wooyoung and Yunho as Hongjoong had mentioned how nobody was getting much sleep back at home with Wooyoung and Yunho hardly able to get out of bed themselves. Mingi internally cringed at the thought of inevitably getting that sick but tried not to think about it too much. His present concern was just getting himself home.

The only other option was to walk which, on a normal day, would be no issue. But there was nothing normal about the way that Mingi couldn’t stand without swaying on his feet and how his head felt like it had been replaced with a boulder. As much as he hated the idea he really had no choice, pulling out his phone and scrolling through the contacts before landing on Seonghwa and texting:

“Hyung, can you come get me?”

[i-luvsang]

ATEEZ — most to least likely to push you off the swing

gn!reader , crack & a lil fluff , cw: swearing

— could technically be read as a stand alone but is a bonus to this mtl

wooyoung: you guessed it! does it on purpose, and laughs really fuckin hard, deal with it. (promise he’s careful about it secretly, he doesn’t actually wanna hurt you, you’re his lovely baby and he loves you so much i hate him give me one)

mingi: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT he underestimated his strength and he FREAKS OUT when you fall off. won’t stop apologizing or asking if you’re okay and only stops when you agree to push him off the swing too

yeosang: tells you it was an accident and that he underestimated his strength i mean look at his arms that’s pretty plausible no? no. because he can’t hide the smirk that’s fighting it’s way onto his face and he bursts out laughing so loud when you start chasing him angrily. finally apologizes when you have your arm wrapped around his neck (:

jongho: listen, he just was a little nervous, you actually asked to go the playground, then an old lady called you a cute couple, and you asked him if he could push you really high. he just kinda forgot that he’s strong as fuck and you just faceplant into the sand. p a n i c s, then definitely laughs when he’s sure you’re okay

yunho: honestly it only happens when he gets distracted and a little overexcited at the same time. like you told him it was fine if he pushed harder, but then a cute little kid ran past and he looked away at the wrong time so his hand placement on your back was weird and flop down to the ground you go. legit picks you up, but is laughing as he apologizes

seonghwa: he’d never like push you off of the swing, but! if he’s pushing you on the swing and a child runs by or something and he thinks you might hit the kid, he yanks you off of the swing, no mercy. valid tho, don’t wanna bash a kid in the face with your feet or whatever. (totally is super sweet about it after, making sure you’re okay… not before he checks on the kid tho)

san: idk it just feels like it wouldn’t happen with him. there’d have to be some wild combination of both of you being distracted af, like you’re not holding on properly bc that squirrel is really cute, and san’s lookin behind himself at the sky and oOPS he missed the right spot and ya fell off. feels super bad tho and won’t let you stand up until he’s inspected every inch of you

hongjoong: you: *falls off of the swing* “hongjoong, what the fuck, why would you push me off?” hongjoong: *is sitting on the bench* nah mans doesn’t push you on the swings in the first place, in his mind, swings are there to sit on and have deep convos at night, if you fell off, it was on you :// but if you do fall, he does get up to check on you. laughs but still helps you get up

[hwalilac]

Ghost of You

⇴ pairing: vampire!kim hongjoong x f!reader

⇴ genre: angst, fantasy

⇴ words: 1k

⇴ warnings: death, minor mention of assault, mentions of death

⇴ a/n: feedback is accepted and welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts on my work! if you’d like to be on my taglist, lmk. if you’d like to see more of my work, check out my masterlist!

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You are Hongjoong’s lifeline. He found you huddled by a dumpster around 2 am one night, after being assaulted by a couple of drunk men. From that day on, he took care of you, never once leaving your side. You quickly fell in love with each other, completely overwhelmed with affection. You were inseparable.

Here’s the problem… he’s a vampire. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. But he was shocked to know you weren’t scared of him. Most people were. It honestly made him fall even harder for you, knowing you didn’t see him as a blood sucking monster. There was nothing that could stand in the way of his love for you.

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It was a cold day in December, tiny snowflakes flying on by your third story window. The two of you were dead asleep, seeing as Hongjoong was usually asleep during the day. It wasn’t easy adjusting your sleep schedule to his, but it works. Silence usually occurs at this hour, and yet Hongjoong was awoken to the sound of knocking at the door. You couldn’t hear it with your human ears, but he could.

Another loud knock rumbled against the door, making Hongjoong fly swiftly down the stairs to see the trouble. Not many people would come to a strange, dark castle in the middle of nowhere, especially in the freezing cold. A man, pale as could be (presumably another vampire), greeted Hongjoong. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief when he noticed it was his old friend Seonghwa.

Immediately worry filled Hongjoong’s chest, knowing Seonghwa wouldn’t be here if not for trouble around the corner. He warned Joong of dangerous beings looking for young human women. At first, Hongjoong thought it would be a good idea to keep you hidden still, in hopes that they wouldn’t find you. But when Seonghwa explained that they were close, already planning their next moves, Hongjoong knew it was time. He had to send you back into town, where it would be safe.

Hongjoong should’ve known this day was coming. He should’ve known he couldn’t keep a human woman here in his castle forever, at least without anyone finding out. But he couldn’t waste any time dwelling on the thought of missing you. He gathered a plant from the forest, with properties to make you sleep, and made a soup out of it.

He quietly entered your shared room, watching as you slightly awoke. “Hey sleepy head, I made you something to eat,” he whispered. “At this hour?”, you asked, confused why he would even be up at this hour. “You didn’t eat much earlier, you should at least eat this.” You couldn’t deny him, seeing how well made the soup looked. You didn’t want to disappoint him. After a couple of slurps, you quickly fell into a deep sleep, giving Hongjoong the chance to take you back to town.

It was hard for him; The hardest thing he’s ever done in his 326 years of life. But it was for the best. All he ever wanted was your safety and happiness. He dropped you off at your parents house, inside your old room, still clean and waiting for your arrival. A soft kiss was laid upon your forehead, before he swiftly took off into the night.

The days after, he spent coddled up in his bed, not moving an inch. Thankfully he could handle going without food for a while and not feel hungry. But his heart… that’s what really hurt. Every day he stopped himself from going back to town and taking you home with him. But he had to keep your safety in mind. Hopefully you could live a happy life without him. You had to; He wouldn’t put your life on the line for him.

He woke up after a week and a half, finally feeling the effects of hunger. A lust for blood, as well. He went downstairs for some packages of blood, but there was none left. He scrounged and searched for anything, even a drop of blood. But there was none. I must’ve been so caught up with my feelings that I didn’t even check for food, he concluded. The only choice was to go hunting.

The hunt was rough, not many animals out in the middle of the winter. The blood drive was closed until next week, so it’s not like he could steal from them. A quiet snap of a fallen branch makes Hongjoong’s attention turn to his right. He’s on high alert. And he should be.

Once he turns, he finds an entire clan of 6 standing in front of him. Jongho, Mingi, Wooyoung, San, Yeosang, and their leader Yunho. “What are you doing here, on my land?”, Hongjoong spits at the crowd. He was greeted with only smirks on their pale faces. “We just came to check on you,” San grins. “Yeah, see how you’re taking the news,” Wooyoung adds on. Their peculiar attitude worries Hongjoong, raising suspicion about their intentions here.

But when Hongjoong’s face is still covered with confusion, Yunho finally speaks up. “Ah, so you don’t know. Your little lover… Y/n, is it? She’s… well how do I say this?”, the tone in his voice making Hongjoong shake with anger. How dare he even speak her name. “Oh Yunho, just tell him!”, Jongho whines. “She was our last meal,” Yunho finally states.

Silence. Complete silence for a good 20 seconds. Then it finally hits him. It’s finally registered. She’s gone. They killed her. He thought he was keeping her safe when he dropped her back off into town, but he was only putting her into more danger. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought he was protecting her. But they still hurt her. No, no they didn’t hurt her. They fucking killed her.

A rage like none he’s ever felt before bubbled up inside him, begging to be released. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything. It’s like his entire body, mind, and soul shut down right then and there. He didn’t even register when they all disappeared. He was broken. There was nothing left of him. They ripped out half of his entire being. And there’s nothing he can do about it. She’s gone. She’s actually gone.

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Backfired - Part 2

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff TW! Slight mention of blood

CW: Violence (Yeosang gets beaten up and Yunho gets hit a few times.), mentions of threats, slight blood.

Word Count: 5079

Summary: Please read Part 1 before this!  Anger is surging through you, Yeosang needs to pay for what he's caused.

a/n: I never expected part 1 to do as well as it did, so by very popular demand please enjoy part 2 😁

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“Y/n!” You felt Hongjoong’s hand wrap around your wrist but before he even got the chance to tug you back from continuing away from him you ripped your arm free, not looking back, eyes straight ahead, your next move in mind. Hongjoong’s pleads for you to stop fell on deaf ears, all you could hear was your pulse racing in your ears, all you could see was a narrow line of sight as you marched your way down the hallway, glancing now and again through open doorways in search of your target. The only word that rang through your mind was “Yeosang” that fucking rat. You knew you should have trusted your gut when it came to him, yes he was loyal to the team but when it meant taking the fall for his own mistakes he was untrustworthy, as you’d learnt first hand. 

Your eyes zeroed in on the open rooms and any shut door was met with your foot, kicking it open with full force, which did grant you a few odd and scared looks when the occupants watched you quickly scan over the room before walking off. Turning a corner you’re met with Seonghwa, who you blank out completely, that is until he steps in front of you, blocking your way.

“Y/n, where have you been, no one’s seen you since you and Yeosang got back.” The pure mention of that rat’s name had you seeing red. You ignore his question and shove him to one side, rage bubbling up even more inside you now. Seonghwa wasn’t going to take being shoved aside, literally. Grabbing your arm firmly he’s successful in stopping your movements, well for a moment that is. Turning around, his hold still on your arm, you manage to break free using the same arm to pin the taller man by the throat to the wall behind him.

“Where is he?” Seonghwa was looking at you with wide eyes, he wasn’t scared in the slightest but the clear anger spewing out of you took him by surprise.

“Who? There’s a lot of men around here y/n you know this, so saying ‘he’ really isn’t helping me.” You push your forearm into his throat even more to the point you feel his Adam's apple bob as he tries to swallow.

“Yeosang...Where is he?” Now Seonghwa was getting a little freaked out, the longer he kept you waiting for an answer the harder you pressed on his throat making speech almost impossible.

“Meeting room.” He chokes out, trying to pull your arm away just enough to be able to breathe properly.

“He’s with San, Yunho and Wooyoung, find them and you find Yeosang.” Now you had your answer you didn’t need Seonghwa anymore. Dropping your arm from him you continue on your hunt, leaving Seonghwa still leaning against the wall coughing as he tries to get his breath back. Seonghwa watches as you reach the end of the long corridor and stop at a door only for a second later to put your foot through it. It was in that moment Seonghwa knew whatever Yeosang did could only mean a bad ending for him and Seonghwa wanted no part of that. Turning on his heels he makes his way down the hall in the opposite direction to you, making sure to keep as far away from the action as possible.

Your foot kicks the door open with ease making it swing back and bounce of the wall catching the attention of the 4 men in the room. 

“You fucking rat!” You scream storming over to Yeosang whose life has just flashed before his eyes.

“Y/n, look it’s not what you think it is.” He panics, raising his arms in a surrender waving his hands at you like it would magically make you back off and calm down.

“Oh really because to me it looks like you lied through your teeth to Hongjoong, blaming ME for the mission going to shit when you know DAMN WELL it was you who fucked it up!” As you’re screaming at Yeosang the other men have backed up out of your way, looking to each other silently questioning what’s going on.

“I didn’t blame you.”

“Bullshit! Hongjoong told me everything, he told me the phone call you had with him telling him how I fucked up and took the shot despite witnesses and you apparently tried to ‘talk me out of it’” Yeosang was as white as a ghost, he didn’t realise Hongjoong told you literally everything, every word that was shared between them.

“And because of your bullshit Hongjoong has now decided he can’t trust me, ME! And when I told him the truth he didn’t believe me and threw me in THE room.”

“Hongjoong did what!?” San gasped from behind you, not believing what he was hearing.

“Shut the fuck up San this is nothing to do with you!” You snap turning to face him momentarily, oh and if looks could kill, San would be in his grave by now. He held up his hands backing away a little more.

“Look, I’m sorry that happened to you but then again at the end of the day you did take the shot, you were the one who pulled the trigger not me, you’re the one who caused the commotion not me, you’re the one who fucked up the mission, not ME!” And that was it, that was your breaking point.

Everything went blank in your mind as you pounced on Yeosang, grabbing his shirt with so much force you knocked him off his feet. The two of you on the floor now, your knees on their side of his waist as you repeatedly throw punches at his face, full force. You’re sure you heard a loud crunch as you smacked him straight in the nose possibly breaking it. 

Everything happened so fast one second you’re screaming and the next you’re beating Yeosang half to death, the others didn’t know what was happening until they see blood running from Yeosang’s face. Snapping into action they rush over to the two of you, Yunho trying to avoid your flying fists as he carefully tries to wrap his arms around your waist lifting you off Yeosang, Wooyoung rushes over to check on his friend, lifting his top half onto his lap to take a look over his injuries and San acts as the barrier between the two of you making sure that even if you did manage to escape Yunho’s hold you wouldn’t be able to make it to Yeosang again.

You’re kicking and screaming while Yunho tightly holds you off the floor, restricting your movements. The abuse and threats flying from your mouth has everyone in shock, yes you were all part of a mafia mob but not in their lives have they ever heard such foul talk from anyone. 

“Wooyoung is Yeosang okay?” San asks turning his head back slightly to glance at the two.

“I mean...I don’t know, his nose is definitely broken and I can’t really tell yet from all the blood but I think he may have a broken cheekbone and eye socket.” Wooyoung replies quickly, stumbling over his words every so often from panic.

“Get him to Jongho, he’ll look him over and sort him out, Yunho we need to get her to Hongjoong.”

“Like fuck you will!” You scream, your rage now targeted at San and Yunho who you’d now kicked in the shin trying to get away from him.

“Fuck!” Yunho yells out lifting his leg away from you as an instinctive reaction to the pain, his hold only growing tighter around you.

“Y/n, you’re getting out of hand, we need to take you to Hongjoong.” San tried to stay as calm as he possibly could, he didn’t want to risk being stern with you just in case he was the next to get beaten to a pulp.

“I’m not going to him, I’m not talking to him, he can rot in Hell for all I care. LET ME GO!” How Yunho was still standing was a miracle, the moment you’d located his legs you didn’t stop with the kicks, the hard heel of your boots making contact with the bony part of his shins every time.

Wooyoung takes this opportunity to gently pull Yeosang to his feet and draping one of his arms over his shoulder giving Yeosang the leverage he needed to stay up right as Wooyoung helps walk him to the door.

“Yeosang!” You scream again catching the attention of the two trying to make an escape.

“I swear, you fucking cross me again next time I will not hesitate to fucking kill you!” Yeosang didn’t reply, he felt it was best to keep his eyes to the floor, not that he could really see at this moment in time, giving Wooyoung a weak nudge to help him out of the room and to get him as far away from you as possible.

“San, are we taking her to Hongjoong or not, the way she’s kicking me right now I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” Yunho calls out through gritted teeth as he does everything in his power to cope with the searing pain shooting through his legs. With a small nod San goes over to the elder and grabs your legs, with great difficulty.

Yunho holding your top half while San tries his best to control your legs, the two make their way to Hongjoong’s office all while you’re punching, kicking and screaming to be put down.

“I’ll fucking kill you guys too, I’m not going to that asshole!” They had to give it to you, for such a small person you could really pack a punch and had a lot of energy to keep going the way you have for so long.

“Y/n, you need to calm down.” San urges the struggle clear in his face as he tries to hold you legs still for him to help carry you.

“Do NOT tell me to calm down, you don’t know half of the shit I’ve been through the last 24 hours.” Your movements started to falter as the flashbacks came back to you. The mission, the panic that struck you when it all went wrong, getting back to Hongjoong only for him to scream at you and lock you away, forgetting about you completely as you felt the walls close in on you, the feeling of utter betrayal from a member of your own team and now to top it all off, your anger from it all now being shoved to one side and instead being treated like you were in need of a straight jacket. 

While it seemed you’d calmed down, San dropped your legs for a moment using the freedom to be able to knock on the door of Hongjoong’s office. The small sound was enough to snap you out of your thoughts, eyes widening taking in your surroundings. you wanted to run but your feet were still above the floor, hanging in Yunho’s hold like a limp ragdoll.

“I told you I’m not talking to him.”

“You’re going to have to y/n.” Yunho stated before you delivered a harsh elbow to his ribs in hopes it would make him drop his hold. 

“What’s going on?” Hongjoong asks as he opens the door, his eyes focused on you, your dishevelled state as you try once again to fight yourself free, face red from effort and rage. 

San and Yunho didn’t provide him with an answer instead they dragged you into his office and quickly shut the door behind them. The room went quiet. You were scanning your eyes around the room looking for a way out, you were not doing this, not today. 

“San explain.” 

“We don’t know what happened, one minute Yunho, Wooyoung, Yeosang and myself are in the meeting room and next thing we know y/n is kicking the door in, screaming and shouting at Yeosang, something about the mission going wrong, and then next thing we know she’d on top of him beating him half to death. We didn’t know what to do so we brought her to you.” Hongjoong swallowed thickly, he knew a lot of this was his fault. 

Yunho set you down finally, making sure you were steady on your feet first before slowly removing his arms. You were quick to move away from him, watching how he rubbed at his shins which you were sure you bruised badly from your constant kicking. San and Hongjoong were talking on the other side of the room, everyone seemed to be distracted by their own things, now was your time. Sprinting towards the door, shoving Yunho out of your way as you went past, you were so close to getting to freedom, but that was when a hand flew to the door slamming it shut just as you opened it.

“No, you’re sorting your shit out now.” San demanded, sliding his whole body between you and the door, rooting himself to the spot easily fighting back against your shoves. 

“How many times do you idiots need to be reminded. I’m not talking to him.” 

“Well tough shit,” San starts, grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you to face Hongjoong. “You’re not leaving here until you sort yourself out and that includes talking to Hongjoong. So you’ve got two choices, talk to him or sit in here for days...your choice.” 

“Guys...I’ll deal with it from here, thank you for bringing her.” Hongjoong finally says. San and Yunho look at each other, exchanging concerned looks. Hongjoong wasn’t around when you kicked off, they knew what you were capable of and they didn’t exactly want their leader, their captain, to end up like Yeosang.

“Hongjoong...We don’t think that’s a good idea.” Yunho said, caution lining his voice.

“I said I’ll deal with it, I can handle her don’t worry about me.” The two look at each other again and shrug before turning towards the door to leave. You can’t help but glare at them as they walk out of the office, cursing them in your head for leaving you alone with Hongjoong. The door shut behind the duo and Hongjoong turned his full attention to you. 

“What did you do to Yeosang?” Was the first thing he asked, his voice stern and eyes piercing you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You fold your arms over your chest and turn your back to him, walking over to his desk and playing with pens he had in a small pot.

“Y/n, what did you do?” Silence was his only answer, he was lucky you’d given him the first answer. 

“Y/n, talk to me.” Silence again.

“If this is about me throwing you in the room I’m sorry, I mean I’m really sorry, I acted impulsively and it was the first thing that came to mind, I forgot about your fear of the dark and how it affects you, I was stupid to put you in there in the first place let alone leave you there for hours,  it was heat of the moment I went off what I was told and I was mad...No more than mad y/n, I was furious with you for pulling a stunt like that” You threw the pen that you were holding at him as hard as you could, just missing his eye.

“No you didn’t go off of what you were told because if you fucking listened to me when I tried to say my side you’d have understood what went wrong, but no you decided in that moment I was wrong, no more to be said, and you do that to me!” You scream at him from the other end of the desk, the rage you felt earlier coming back at full force.

“I’m your fucking second in command, the one you said you trusted most out of everyone and yet you didn’t want to fucking listen!” 

“Y/n...I...”

“You’re full of shit Hongjoong, I thought we were more than just members of the same team, I thought we were friends but friends don’t do shit like you did to each other.” He could feel his heart sink in his chest, he knew he’d upset you but he didn’t know you’d felt so betrayed by him, and strangely enough the betrayal that you’re feeling wasn’t what broke him the most, it was the fact you only saw him as a friend. He felt like an idiot for only focusing on that right now but he couldn’t help it. The moment you stepped out of that room and didn’t spare him so much as a glance shattered him, it was odd but it hurt him more than anything he’d ever experienced, he’d rather be shot in the chest multiple times than make you feel this way again. 

“Friends?” The word fell out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“Yes, I saw us as friends Hongjoong, but you clearly didn’t.” He took a step closer to you. You stumble back a little trying to keep a bit of distance between you but the desk got in the way, leaving you with nowhere to go.

“Y/n...I don’t see us as friends.” You roll your eyes, you knew that, you just said it so why does he feel the need to twist the knife in your back.

“No, seriously I don’t...You’ve always meant more to me than any friend.” His confession came out of him as easily as breathing. His stance didn’t falter, he didn’t shy away in embarrassment, he continued to inch towards you until you were securely caged between him and the desk, his hands gripping the hard wood either side of your hips. Your face didn’t change, not even a twitch, you continued to look at him with hate burning in your eyes.

“If you think you’re gonna sweet talk me into not being mad anymore then you have another thing coming.” You spit, standing your ground as Hongjoong leans down closer to you, his eyes lining up with yours.

“Well if my words aren’t going to work on you I guess I’ll have to use my actions to show you just how much you mean to me.” He purred, breath fanning across your lips before he closed the gap. Your eyes widened in surprise but you still made no effort to move, not even your lips. Pulling away, Hongjoong scanned over your face looking for a sign, any sign but your face was unreadable. 

“You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that you know.” You stated, deadpan face. You didn’t want to admit that you liked where this was going, you’re supposed to be mad at him but in all honesty you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up for.

Hands coming to grip your hips tightly, Hongjoong pulled you close to him, the impact of your chest hitting his made you give out a small gasp which he took full advantage of. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, he poured every ounce of apology into the kiss and this time you went with it, nails digging into his shoulder harshly as you tried to assert your own dominance into the kiss. Your dominance was overshadowed by his, his hands gripping your hips harder, hard enough to leave imprints of his fingers behind all while he pushed you further into his desk making you break your hold on him to keep yourself from falling back. 

“Joong.” You say breathlessly breaking the kiss. 

“If you want me to stop then all you have to do is tell me.” His once bright eyes had now gone dark as they stare into your own awaiting your decision.

“No...I don’t want you to stop.” You admit not being able to stop yourself before it came out. “But I still hate you.”

“I’m sure I’ll change your mind.” And with a small smirk he was back on your lips, his dominance still shining through. Hands slipping down your side from your hips to find their place firmly on your ass, he hoists you up to sit on his desk slotting his body between your legs keeping you as close to him as possible.

Reaching behind him he grabs your ankles one at a time, tearing your shoes from your feet and letting them drop to the floor with a thud before his hands made their way to the button of your trousers, undoing them with ease. Hongjoong only breaks the kiss to slide your trousers off your legs and tossing the garment to the corner. Your legs falling back to either side of his hips left your panty clad core all on show for him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, the many nights he’d lay in bed thinking of this very moment and there it was, right in front of him to do as he pleases.

“Hey.” You call out to him, attitude still present in your voice as you nudge his chest with your foot. 

“I thought you were trying to show me how sorry you are, what are you waiting for?” The command made him smirk, his head falling back a little as he sighed. Gripping handfuls of your thighs Hongjoong dived into your neck, biting and sucking purple marks along your pulse point. You bit back a moan as hard as you could, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction yet.

With his grip on your thighs, your hands fall to his biceps, holding them lightly despite how much you wanted to squeeze. His lips continue to make a trail up your jawline, making you silently gasp in the process. In the time that it takes him to do that, his hands make a move to your waist, nails digging into your sides to pull you as close to him as possible.

Hongjoong makes small nips on your jawline until the tip of his nose touches yours, lips barely touching with a grin on his face. You notice this small grin, pulling away but get stopped in an instant as he licks your bottom lip, tongue teasing to be let in again. You grant permission but only after you land a strong bite to his lower lip, earning you a groan in return as you pull his lip between your teeth. 

You could feel him harden in his jeans as he tries to discreetly grind against you to get some sort of relief. You take matters into your own hands, grinding your core against him teasingly, enjoying the look on his face as he tries to keep his composure, not that it wasn’t a challenge for you as well, the friction sending electric shocks through you and your core was soaked but you didn’t dare give away the fact you were enjoying this way more than what you were making out. 

“Fuck.” Hongjoong growled against your lips. his hands slipped from your side down to the button of his jeans, fingers fumbling to get them undone, but mind fuzzy with lust made even the simplest of tasks difficult.

“Need a hand there...Captain?” You teased, the name having a death grip on him as he lets out staggered breaths and light hums. Everyone called him Captain but you never thought he’d love it in this sense too. You slap his hands away from his jeans opting to help him, popping the button with ease and slowly dragging the zipper down at a painful pace. 

The impatience got to him, tugging his jeans down with such force he almost broke the half done zipper. You smirk up at him after catching a glimpse of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers and the small stain of precum.

“Do I really affect you that much Captain?” 

“You affect me more than you know.” He groans dropping his head to your shoulder needing just a second to get his head together after your use of the name again. Stepping back to throw your panties to join your trousers in the corner of the room, Hongjoong is quick to free his length from it’s confines, sighing lightly at the relief.

“What about you, you don’t exactly seem too phased.” Hongjoong states with a tilt of his head scanning your face.

“Captain...” You start, avoiding eye contact at first but eventually giving in, you were sick of acting like you were still pissed. “You affect me more than you know.”

He could have cum at that alone, your words mixed with the sultry look in your eyes and the way he gently stroked his cock waiting for you to talk would have had him seeing stars if he didn’t hold back.

“You drive me insane.” He purrs into your neck as he teases you with the tip of his cock, running it along your slit collecting the arousal that was seeping out of you. You finally let slip your first whimper, no longer hiding the pleasure he was giving you and that spurred him on. Gripping the back of your neck with his free hand he pulled you in for a deep kiss while he lined his cock with you and slid himself in slowly, swallowing your moans with his kiss until he bottomed out. You were quick to roll your hips into him, silently begging him to move, needing the friction. 

“Please Captain.” You plead with big eyes.

“Please what? What do you want baby?” Oh now he was teasing you, every little bit of hatred you felt earlier had melted away, you needed him now.

“Please fuck me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smirked keeping eye contact with you as he pulled out half way only to slam back into you, chuckling lowly as your eyes fluttered shut and your hands flew back to his arms holding onto them with a vice grip. The first thrust knocked the air from your lungs leaving you with an open mouth but no sound to follow but after getting your breath back the whines and moans flowed like water out of your mouth.

He kept up his rough frantic pace, your sounds going straight to his head, it was like the only thing he could hear in the world was you and how good he was making you feel. Your nails clawed at whatever they could, his arms, shoulders, back, neck, you name it and your nails were there, despite still being half clothed you were sure with how hard you were clawing at him you’d at least leave small red marks for him to admire afterwards. 

Your cries stutter as he grazes your sweet spot, eyes screwing shut at the intense pleasure and your hands gripping him so tight your knuckled turned white. You became putty in his arms when he snaked an arm between you, rubbing small circles on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Your body started to go limp as you could feel your orgasm creeping closer and closer, the combination of his cock hitting your sweet spot and his thumb paying special attention to your bundle of nerves.

Falling back on the desk you drag Hongjoong down with you, gripping the collar of his shirt bringing his lips back to yours in an effort to muffle the pornographic sounds escaping you. If anyone was listening from outside all they’d be able to hear would be Hongjoong’s low groans as he muffles your cries of pleasure accompanied by the sound of skin slapping skin as he rutted into you.

The edges of your vision started to blur as you felt yourself come to the edge, you were mere seconds away from your orgasm but you had no way of warning Hongjoong.

“Baby.” Hongjoong moaned planting another kiss to your lips. 

“I want you to cum with me...I know you’re close.” The way your walls were fluttering around him was all the warning he got, the sensation throwing him closer to his own release. You can only weakly nod in response too busy concentration on holding off your orgasm for just that bit longer.

Before long Hongjoong lost his rhythm, his hips delivering choppy thrusts as his cock twitched inside you. You couldn’t hold it any longer, you let your orgasm hit you with white hot heat, all your nerve endings were on fire as the intense pleasure ripped through you as you choked out a hoarse cry of his name. Your walls clamping down around his cock while he helped ride out your orgasm was enough to have him toppling over the edge, pulling out from you quickly to pump his seed along your thigh with a long breathy moan.

You let your body go completely limp on his desk as you tried to regain your senses. You could hear the soft sound of clothes followed by light footsteps walking around the desk, you were too spent to even crack open an eye to see what Hongjoong was doing, it wasn’t until you felt him cleaning your leg did you know what was going on. 

“Y/n?” Hongjoong calls softly running his hand along the side of your thighs as you hum in response.

“You okay?” You sit up to meet his eyes, his features a lot softer than what they were moments ago, it was like you were looking at a completely different person.

“I’m okay.” 

“Good, here let me help you.” He says turning to retrieve your clothes and help slide them back onto you, even going as far as to helping you put your boots back on, tying the laces with a cute bow. Once he was done he carefully helped you off the desk but never let his hands leave you.

“Y/n, I meant every word I said earlier, I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your side of the story and jumped to a conclusion, but most importantly I meant it when I said you mean more than just a friend to me.” He bows his head no looking you in the eye, he didn’t really want to know what your reaction was quite yet.

“I’m just sorry it took you not talking to me to really realise how I felt, I just hope I can make it up to you.” Cupping his cheeks in your hands you lifted his face to meet your smiling one.

“You already have made it up to me Joong, I’m not mad anymore, just please...don’t do it again.” Hongjoong was the one to close the gap, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he lifts you off the floor mid kiss before settling you back down. 

“I promise, the last thing I want to do is hurt you, I’d rather die than have you be mad at me again.”

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Comforting their s/o when they cry (Ateez)

Note: Some of the members came out short than others based on the scenarios I picked for them

Tike taken: about 30 minutes/unedited

♡Seonghwa♡

Crying over an argument

You and Seonghwa were busy people. You worked part-time and went to school, while Seonghwa could often get caught up with KQ and Ateez. So, spending time together could be hard to find at times. But you made it work, mainly by trying to plan things the best you could around Seonghwa’s schedules. Most of the time it worked out, but lately, it hasn't. You just couldn’t cancel and reschedule all the important events coming up and unfortunately, your dates with Seonghwa had suffered.

That’s why both of you were standing around in the dorm bickering at the moment. Seonghwa wanted to go out with you tomorrow afternoon, but you were swamped. “Can’t you reschedule it?” He asked again, “I want to take you out.”

“I can’t” you pressed, “I really can’t miss this, I’m sorry.”

“But you keep saying that, we haven’t spent time together in weeks.” He frowned, frustration building in his voice. “Can’t you cancel? Do you just not want to spend time with him?”

“I always cancel!” You snapped, “I always reschedule so we can be together, so don’t say I don’t want to spend time with you!”

A thick silence fell between the two of you and you hadn’t even noticed your tears until Seonghwa came to brush them away. “I try really hard to accommodate you, and I don’t mind, but sometimes I just can’t, okay?”

Seonghwa wore a guilty expression as he took in your glassy eyes and stressed demeanor. “I’m sorry...do you really plan everything around me?”

You nodded, “I want nothing more than to go out with you all the time, but sometimes things are just too much, okay? I’m sorry I can’t go tomorrow-”

He hushed you, “don’t apologize, I shouldn’t be so persistent in your rescheduling.” He rubbed comforting circles on your hand as he held it, “just forget about tomorrow, let’s just enjoy the time we have together right now.”

♡Hongjoong♡

He's late for a date

Seeing you slowly descend into tears as he tried to explain why he was late hurt. He hadn’t meant to get caught up at work, but he had and your evening date had momentarily slipped his mind. Hence why he was nearly thirty minutes late. He had found you, bored on your phone as you kept up the waiting. He had swopped in with apologies and excuses, but hearing them only made you sadder than you already were. It wasn’t the first time he had forgotten, in fact, you almost expected it. It didn’t make things sting any less, so as you listened to him explain how he had gotten so caught up in work you felt the sting of tears building in your eyes, unable to hold them in as you choked back a sob.

“Don’t cry!” Hongjoong had pressed himself closer to you. It truly took him off guard, seeing as you were also so understanding of these kinds of things. “Don’t cry, I’m sorry.” It tore him up to see you crying because of him, but his heart broke when he heard you mutter than it was to be expected of him as you tried to wiggle free. His hold on you grew lax as he looked back on all the times he had done this. With a pang of guilt in his chest, he realized that he had come to expect you to accept his apologies and excuses, accidentally taking advantage of your usual kind and supportive energy.

He waits until the two of you are outside, following you to your car. “Just go home, I don’t feel like doing anything anymore.” You sniffled, fishing your keys from your bag.

He nodded but went in for another hug, wrapping his arms tight around your body and pressing his face into your shoulder. “I’ll do better” he mutters, “I promise, I’m so sorry for tonight.” Tentatively he rubs away whatever tears are left in your eyes and kisses your forehead, “text me when you get home, okay?”

You nod with a small smile, sharing one more hug before heading off.

♡Yunho♡

Crying of frustration

Yunho immediately brought you in for a hug when he noticed your frustration spilling into tears. You had been working on your schoolwork the past few hours, studying and preparing for your exams while he watched a movie beside you. You had been turning your mind over and over trying to understand the material in front of you, but every time you tried to work it out you found yourself either wrong or too lost to keep going. Frustration set in early as you tried to keep going, but as you did so your eyes clouded with tears and they escaped right as Yunho came back with a snack for the of you.

“Awe, baby don’t cry” he cooed, arms tight around you as he pulled you away from your work. He could understand being so overwhelmed and frustrated, but seeing your break down into tears over it tugged his heartstrings harder. “It’s okay, just take a break.” He squeezes you tight, almost like he was trying to squeeze your frustration away. He made you take a long break, have some water, and a snack to relax. In the end, he sat by your side and helped you through it, a bit lost as well but eager to help you. He keeps his arm around you the whole time.

♡Yeosang♡

A pet passes away

Yeosang had no idea what to do when you tearfully explained how your beloved family pet had passed away the previous day. You had come to him with teary eyes but as you explained the situation further you broke down to full sobs. His eyes grew wide as you broke down, understandably so. “I’m sorry” he spoke softly, taking your hand gently and guiding you to sit down. Losing a pet could be so painful, he just wanted to take all your pain away.

He knew he couldn’t just make it disappear, so he let you get it all out on his shoulder. Rubbing your back and handing you tissues. Yeosang wants to be there for you all he can, despite being a little jumbled and awkward with his actions at times. He makes sure you cuddle up close with him, petting through your hair and reminding you of all the good memories with your pet. He wants you to smile back on all the good things.

♡San♡

Watching a sad movie

With a storm raining outside, you and San had chosen to settle down for the evening with a movie. Cuddled under a blanket with snacks and light conversations as the movie San picked at random ran through its time. You had liked the movie at first, a kind of coming-of-age film as it slowly went through the main character’s life with her friends and family.

It was towards the end where you found your face heating up with tears. The main character was reminiscing in her old age of her youth and all the people that impacted her life, focusing heavily on one of her childhood friends that she had a falling out with. They had never spoken again, going separate ways in life seemingly not missing the other. It ripped at your heartstrings a bit too personally as you were only reminded of an old friend you had drifted from. As the credits rolled and you sat with old memories you could feel your shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Baby?” San was caught off guard to find you crying. You explained how close to home it had hit you, and San scrambled to change it to something happier to take your mind off of it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have picked a sad one.” He frowned, holding on to your tightly. Even long after your tears stopped he keeps you in his arms, cuddling and talking sweetly with you for the rest of the night.

♡Mingi♡

Overwhelmed

Mingi’s go-to had been to scoop you up in a bear hug. He knew with just how hard you had begun to break down that it wasn’t just over breaking a glass. He listened to you desperately try to explain how it was so much more than the glass, how hard you had been trying to hold everything in the past month or so. He clings to you for the rest of the day, encouraging you to let everything out and cry as long and hard as you need to. He’ll be there for you through it all.

“Come to me whenever you need.” He assures you that it’s okay, he wants to hear about all your worries and frustrations. The both of you lay down, cuddling as you recount how emotionally blocked you had been. Talking away all the big worries on your mind as Mingi listened to every word. He keeps his arms tight around you.

♡Wooyoung♡

Not knowing why

Wooyoung had come home excited to see you after a long day. He had many things stored away to tell you about, questions about your day, about your next date, anything that had come to mind during the day. Eagerly he found you in bed, the big smile on his face slowly fading as he noticed your quiet crying. He tones his energy down and sits beside you. Carefully he runs a hand over your back, catching your attention as you turn over to face him. “What happened?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know...I just needed to cry I guess.” You seem upset, unable to figure out exactly why or what you were crying over. Seeing your boyfriend’s brow knit in confusion and a small pout taking his lips only made you cry more. You had buried your face into his thigh, but Wooyoung wasted no time crawling under the covers with you. “It’s okay” he soothes, an arm around your waist as the other rubs away your tears, poking and pinching at your cheek in an attempt to get you to smile. “Sometimes we just need to cry, it’s okay.”

♡Jungho♡

Stress

“Everything’s fine, I’m here.”

Jongho had been with you when you began to break down. He was sitting on the sofa of your place as you pace around, on the phone with work as major changes were taking place. Watching you frantically scribble down dates and notes, anyone could easily tell how stressed you were getting.

When you finally hung up, standing over the table quietly and playing with your pen he got up to check on things. He found you rereading everything you hastily scribbled down, chewing your lip as you tried not to start crying. Between school and work, you were feeling nothing but stress and worry over how things would turn out in the coming days.

“I-I’m sorry” you hiccuped, rubbing your eyes. Jongho hadn’t known what to do at first, but he’s quick to let you wrap your arms around him and try to compose yourself. He strokes your hair, again muttering that it was okay to cry on his shoulder like this. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?” He keeps an eye on you even when you break away and takes a few deep breaths.