#YeoSang

[mysteriousrainsworld]

idk how to explain how this is making me feel, it’s just… in my bones… i’m pumping endorphin… and idek what that’s actually like

just the way it is written is giving me life 😭😭 young me and now me having their favourite types of fic merged 🫶

i have so much i wanna praise and talk about but i feel like i have no words left and id have to wait for the next chapters anyway 😭🫶

i just rlly want u to know i can clearly envision everything AND I LOVE IT im gonna eat this up so bad

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝟏 - 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞

pairing: mafia! ot8 x undercover officer! reader (fem)

genre: mafia/organized crime au, drama, angst

w.c: 3.3k

ch. summary: after countless months of preparation and ensuing anxiety, you finally revisit the infamous Black Pirates, but from the other side of the law, and it’s almost as if you’ve never left.

ch. warnings: not too many….uhhh very light depictions of violence, a bit of blood, a bit of manhandling (not the sexy kind), mingi is unhinged (?) and has a gun lmao, no smut this time but just you waittttt

a/n: hi thereeeee i cannot tell you how excited i am to share this with you all 🥹 this is my first mini series and i’ve never tackled anything this big before so please be patient with me when it comes to updates~~ (also this chapter will be the shortest of them all given it’s the intro hehe) but aaaaaaa i’m so happy we can go on this journey together >w< now sit back, relax, and enjoy ~ and if you like, please pleasee share your thoughts and feedback with me <33

song rec: scene 1 - value ~ ateez, concrete jungle ~ bad omens

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“Are you ready for this?” 

All you could hear was your heart thumping inside your ears, unable to focus on your Commander in Chief’s loaded question, tuning into the sounds of keyboard tapping and faceless chattering about the current crimes and cases that were plugging up the figurative drain of your local prescient, rather than what he was saying to you. Were you ready to infiltrate one of the most prevalent crime families your law enforcement agency has come to know and loathe over the better part of the year? Not as their friend, but this time, as an enemy? They had half your city in the palm of their hands and were itching to take it over, pushing the drug and gun trade into overdrive, washing countless loads of dirty dollar bills, and in turn, leaving you and your agency to clean up the mess they left behind — and what a mess they always made. Bullets, bodies, and broken dreams. Crime and punishment. Officers, regulations, and yellow tape. An endless game of chess that nobody ever seemed to win. The perpetrators of this game, their faces never left your mind, etching their likeness inside the grooves of your memory even after being away from them all for so long, at least, until now — if you stopped being such a goddamn pussy and answered your boss. 

“Y/N…? You can back out if you need to…” He gave you an apologetic smile. “Given your history, I know it might be a lot on you. We can always put somebody else in instead.” 

“No..!” you suddenly protested, bringing a closed fist near your mouth as you forcefully cleared your throat. “With all due respect, sir, I’ve been preparing myself for this since you helped me…change course and join the academy.” Realizing you were digging your nails into your palms, you relaxed your grip, leaving red idents behind. “And, of course, when we realized what the Kim Estate was actually doing behind closed doors.”

“It certainly wasn’t tennis,” the seasoned man chuckled softly, leaning back slightly inside his fraying office chair, rubbing at his eyes from underneath his reading glasses, not aware of how prominent his eye bags were becoming. He let out a small sigh. “Y/N, I have a lot of trust in you. Going back into that world as an undercover operative is not a walk in the park under any circumstances, but this…they have proven to be unpredictable. I’ll ask you once more. Are you sure you can handle this case?” 

In all honesty, you were never too sure what you could handle, both in your professional and personal life, but the uncertainty never stopped you from diving in headfirst. And this, this case, being one of the dominos that would knock them all down, well…it was simply too delicious to pass up. 

You stood up, bowing your head to your superior, before giving him a knowing nod. “I’m ready, sir.” 

-

Your closest friend back in your police academy days and fellow undercover partner, Yeonjun, was the first person you spotted upon exiting your boss’ office, well, specifically his bright red hair, slowly navigating past the maze of desks and whispering coworkers to make it over to him, privy to the looks some of them gave you as you slipped past them — though it didn’t phase you anymore. Your past did not define you. At least, that’s what your therapist had been telling you the past few years. 

“Hey, partner,” Yeonjun greeted you with a smile, reaching out to hand you a paper cup full of freshly steeped coffee, leaning back to sit down on the crowded surface of his desk. “Tomorrow’s the big day. You ready?” 

You took the steaming cup, your jaw tensing as the bitter liquid hit your tastebuds. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, Choi.” You always thought of someone else when you uttered that surname. He was the complete opposite of your partner here: calm and collected, soulless when he wanted to be and full of love the very next moment, ticking back between the two like a malfunctioning metronome. You hated him for it. 

“Hey, it’s just Yeon, now. Come tomorrow, I won’t be my normal sexy self.” He pulled his freshly printed fake ID out of his t-shirt pocket and held it up to your face, replicating the toothy smile he had inside the picture. “Well, still sexy, yeah?” 

Chuckling, you leaned in, studying the fake ID, impressed by how real it looked. “Very sexy, Yeon, but remind me why you dyed your hair red? Is it the quarter life crisis settling in?” 

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, tucking his ID back into his pocket. “Ha-ha, funny. I just thought I should look the part if I’m going in as some renowned hacker.” 

You pushed a few files out of the way to lean against Yeonjun’s desk beside him. “Have you been studying up on your skills then?” 

“Of course, I have. I know I joke around a lot, but I’ve  dedicated my life to this, Y/N…” 

You looked down at Yeonjun’s hand, the one that rested on the desk in between you, his fingers drumming against the surface. “Good, because they don’t play around…”

The drumming stopped. Yeonjun turned his head to look at you, a flicker of light inside his brown eyes, like he was trying to understand you. “Do you…ever think about your life before the academy? Before this? Do you wish you could go back?” 

You bit into your lip, gazing past Yeonjun’s hand at one of the files that contained information about the very people you would be betraying. “I…just want to be good. Do what’s right…That’s why I left all of that. It’s why I’m here now.” 

He leaned over slightly until his shoulder pressed into yours, using his pinky to nudge at yours. “Not many would do what you’ve done, y’know. Giving up their way of life for something like this.” 

You nudged back, staring into the half empty cup of coffee you were still holding onto. “Not many people are this stupid.” 

“Not stupid.” Yeonjun pretended to clink his empty paper cup against yours, giving you a soft smile. “Brave. You’re the key component of this entire operation, Y/N. That’s huge. You’ll make a difference. Isn’t that what this is all about?” 

“Maybe…you’re right,” you replied softly, once again distracted by the folder from before, the one that was slightly open just enough to reveal the image of a man with slick back hair, dressed in quaint Victorian style clothes, with a big bow wrapped around his neck. Kim Hongjoong, owner of the Kim Estate and leader of the Black Pirate Organization. You knew him all too well, and all his closest cohorts. Would they recognize you? You hadn’t seen them since you were a young girl, forgotten by most and lost inside a system that didn’t care about you, except for the ambitious young man that swore he would one day be sat atop his ivory tower with those that followed his path. And now there he was, living the high life inside his big shiny mansion, sipping on fine wine, while you were still forcing down bitter instant coffee day after day, surrounded by people that looked at you, but never really saw you for what you were, whatever that was. Maybe Hongjoong knew. 

“Y/N…? You’re staring off into space again…” Yeonjun whispered near you, getting up from the desk once you came back to Earth. “Anyways, it’s late, and we have a lot to do tomorrow. We should get going.” 

“You’re right, we need as much rest as we can get.” You stretched out your legs before standing back up, just now noticing that you were the only two left inside the workspace, the light from your Chief’s office still peeking out past the dusty blinds. Maybe your Chief knew. 

Packing up your briefcase, you smiled at Yeonjun. “Should I dye my hair too?” 

Yeonjun pouted, resting his own briefcase against his hip. “That’s my thing.” 

-

Particles of dust and dirt filled your lungs, joining the blood that you began to choke on. It hurt to breathe, but your body carried on supplying oxygen to your lungs, not giving you a choice in the matter. You rolled over onto your back to face the night sky, your teary eyes focusing on the twinkling stars and the bright blue moon that loomed over the town, storm clouds rolling past until they blocked out the pretty view. Heavy rain began to pour down, soaking you to the bone. Even though you were losing the will to live, you still held onto the silver pair of scissors that you used to prove a point, even though it might’ve cost you your life. That was still something. However, your dear mentor still stood over you, his neck being clutched tightly by his trembling fingers, crimson slowly slipping past them. 

“See what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you? Ungrateful brat,” he choked out in between shallow breaths. Frustrated, he let out a gurgled growl, tossing his bloodied shank onto the dirt road beside his feet. You could’ve sworn you saw tears slip down his flushed cheeks, but then again, it was raining. “I didn’t want to do this…but you gave me no choice.” 

His closest companion took a step forward to securely grasp his upper arm, urging him, “Sir, we need to get you to the nearest hideout. I won’t let you bleed out like this.” 

The disheveled man’s other trusted subordinate placed a gloved hand on one of his shoulders, squeezing into it with urgency. He surveyed you past his foggy glasses, pushing them up the slope of his nose. His eyes were once filled with a sense of endearment when he looked at you, but now, they held contempt. “She made her decision, sir.” 

The struggling leader turned his head to look back and forth between his dear followers, then at his men who all waited behind them, their rain-streaked faces contorted with conflicted apprehension. They stood perfectly still like statues, until the all too familiar sound of sirens rang out in the distance. That’s when they all scattered, like rats, escaping from the flashing lights and disappearing into the dark of the night.  

Your soon to be killer was the last one to leave, looming over you as though he was Death himself, beads of rain, sweat, and blood dripping from his chin and down onto your face below. “Just one question, darling…” He held his neck tighter than before, growing dizzier from all the blood loss. “Why?” 

A small, self-satisfied laugh painfully bellowed from your chest, causing you to grab at your stomach where it had been sliced into. “The blade cuts both ways, sir. I was just following your lead…” You weakly lifted your hand up in the air, as though you wanted to reach him, but simply couldn’t. “Why aren’t you proud of the monster you created?” 

The man began to beam at you, but the corner of his lips stretched to an unfathomable degree, as though he had carved a smile into his own face. He lifted his chin up just enough to rid himself of the shadow that was cast over him, his brown eyes now void of anything, simply black. Soulless. “Oh, darling…the monster was always there. I simply dug it up.” 

You suddenly woke up and sat upright in your bed, your entire body covered in a layer of sweat, leading you to desperately kick off the comforter that had trapped you inside the sweltering heat. Upon realizing you were no longer caught inside a warped memory from your adolescence, you looked down at your stomach, lifting up the edge of your shirt to see if your scar was still there, sighing softly when you saw the jagged patch of skin. 

Your past doesn't define you. He doesn't define you — none of them do. And, now, you had the opportunity to create your own definition, and get a little revenge while you were at it. 

-

“Do we ring the doorbell…?” Yeonjun asked from beside you, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot, getting a bit dizzy from trying to take in all of the glory of the Kim Estate. 

You were too busy studying the faded stains of blood left on the stone floor below to notice how out of character Yeonjun was already behaving, not that you could blame him. A similar prick of anxiety was already embedding itself into your mind, but you waved it away as soon as it made itself present. “We may be entering a lion’s den, but we won’t behave like them. I’ll knock.” 

Yeonjun nodded swiftly, clutching the handle of his messenger bag tightly inside his sweaty hand. “Hopefully they don’t eat us alive.” 

You gently pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, making sure you didn’t disturb the positioning of the micro earpiece that was sitting just behind your tragus. “They won’t, as long as we prove our worth.” 

You grabbed onto the obnoxious ivory door knocker, and just as you were about to make your presence known, you found yourself being yanked into the mansion by someone much bigger than you, Yeonjun’s squeaks of protest becoming background noise as soon as the man slammed you against the nearest wall. What felt to be the cold barrel of a compact handgun pressed up into the bottom of your chin with a click, your assailant’s focused, deep-set eyes boring into your own. “Is this how you welcome all your guests?”

“Not all of them…some I leave dead on the doorstep before they can even get a chance to beg on their knees,” the man muttered in a distinctly gravelly voice, a small chuckle bubbling out of his throat. Usually, the people he dealt with would be pissing themselves at this point, but it just seemed to be another day for this strangely familiar visitor. 

You could almost see your partner out of the corner of your eye, already on his own knees, his distinctively red hair being held onto by a nameless man in a 3-hole knit balaclava. It was then that you angled your head up slightly to get a good look at your old friend, feeling the barrel push harder into your skin. “Every guard dog has to have their fun, right? And, if you blew my head off now, well, where’s the fun in that?” 

“You’re right, doll.” The tall man’s plump lips quirked up into a smirk, slowly dragging his gun past your chin, down your neck, and along the softest parts of your body, poking and prodding at you in an attempt to humiliate you. “Should I see how many new holes I can give you? Fill them all with hot lead?” 

“At least buy me a drink first,” you said through gritted teeth, trying not to show any discomfort when he pushed the loaded gun roughly into your abdomen, directly into your scar, not that he could’ve known it was there. 

He seemed to enjoy your pained response, leaning his head back to let out a sudden laugh, one that was short and abrupt like a bark. “You’re one crazy bitch…” The man licked over his plump lips. “I like that.” 

It was just then that somebody else entered the foyer, their presence so distinctly powerful, the lot of you couldn’t help but notice before he even stepped foot in the room. “Is that any way to treat a valued guest, Mingi? I thought I trained you better than that.” 

Mingi immediately de-cocked the gun and brought it behind his back, tucking it away inside the waistline of his tailored pants. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Seonghwa patted Mingi’s shoulder with a gloved hand, giving him a small nod of understanding, before turning his attention to you and Yeonjun, the both of you cautiously standing with your backs against the paneled wall. “I do apologize for my guard dog. We try to keep him on a tight leash, but sometimes…he gets loose.” His shifting eyes formed half crescents. “You understand.” 

Yeonjun glanced over at you for guidance, and you responded with a small smile, before nodding your head obediently at Seonghwa’s words, Yeonjun following your lead. “It’s not a problem.” 

Seonghwa clasped his hands together, shaking his head slightly, a strand or two of raven hair falling past his forehead from where the rest of it sat perfectly still. He couldn’t seem to understand why he was experiencing a bout of deja vu. “Where are my manners?” He pressed his palm into his chest, and gave a small bow. “I’m Park Seonghwa, the second in command, if you will, here at the Kim Estate.” 

Yeonjun bowed back instantly, pushing his dyed hair behind his ears as he stood up straight. “My name’s Yeon. That’s what I go by online.” 

Seonghwa’s eyebrows raised up slightly. “Ah, I know you.” He chuckled to himself, glad that he was able to pinpoint the air of familiarity, but still annoyed that something wasn’t quite right. “You’re that hacker that’s going around and fucking with the local government, aren’t you?” 

Yeonjun was glad he didn’t eat too much that morning, otherwise he would’ve already thrown it up by now. He brought a peace sign up to his face and smiled. “That’s me, professional shit-stirrer at your service.” 

As more men began to trickle into the foyer to see what all the commotion was about, Seonghwa slowly turned his attention back to you, the true object of his frustration. It’s like he had seen you many times before, in a dream, perhaps? In the casino they ran behind closed doors? Or maybe you were one of the many playthings that were brought in to appease the voracious appetites of his degenerate cohorts. Either way, Seonghwa both loved and loathed the way you were already inside his mind, like you had already lived there, and your existence had simply been unearthed by the sands of time. 

“And, you are…?” he asked in a slow, calculated manner, his head tilting to the side. 

“I’m a diamond expert,” you explained vaguely, motioning to the large suitcase of supplies you were holding. “I can see the value of most things from a mile away, much like your dear leader.” 

Hongjoong was already aware of your arrival. You could feel it in your bones. 

Seonghwa brought a closed fist to his chin, nodding at your words, still not completely sure why he felt so uncomfortable. “But, who are you?” 

Your bubbling amusement was starting to rush to the surface, unable to keep yourself from smiling. And, just like that, you reunited with your dear mentor, except on opposite sides of the chess board. You were delighted everyone was there to witness the beginnings of your awaited rematch. “Why don’t you ask him? I think he’ll have an idea of who I am,” you replied giddily, prompting you to motion your head to the man that stood above the rest of you. 

You felt something stir within the men that looked at you, as though what had been hidden for so long had finally come to light. You weren’t a ghost, much to their surprise — well, at least, not yet. You were, of course, taking a gamble with your life, and your partner’s as well, but risks were meant to be taken, rules were meant to be broken, and strings were meant to be cut.

As though right on time, Hongjoong dug his nails into the mahogany railing of the expansive landing, his free hand unconsciously adjusting the bow that was wrapped securely around his neck. He understood the most out of all them. Value. You looked up to him, moving your fingers as though you were using a pair of scissors. 

“Remember now?” 

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[trustmypoison]

Ateez confessing to their best friend

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘‘Can you please do a headcannon of ateez confessing to their bestfriend that they have a crush on them?‘

Hongjoong

I think there would be an unspoken tension between you two that you’re afraid to address. When you think about it, there always has been. It’s something you dance around for a while until you just can’t. But you’re visiting him late in the studio one night and you both are looking at something together, sitting close, and then suddenly you’re kissing. When it’s time to come up for air, he feels quite a bit of confidence in saying, “I guess we should talk about that.” 

Seonghwa

He’s stunning and you’re not blind. Neither are a lot of other people. The thing is, he turns down people left and right. You don’t think anything about it at first, but when an idol that everyone chases after asks him out and he says, “Oh thank you, but I’m not interested,” you just have to ask. When you bring it up, he initially shrugs it off. When you ask if he’s already interested in someone, he flushes and says “It’s not important.” It’s only after a little arm-twisting that he finally admits he’s interested in you. He’d feel a lot of fear about this moment but would be so, so relieved if you returned his feelings. 

Yunho

You both already act like you’re dating so why are both of you surprised?? (I’m sorry, all I can see is the friends to lovers fic I wrote for him.) This sort of creeps up on him in a way that once he realizes how he’s always looking for and reaching for you, he can’t unsee it. I do think there would have to be an external force that would compel him to confess. Like if you were asked on a date by someone else and you asked his opinion, he would find himself saying, “I’d really rather you not.”

Yeosang

So fucking casual!! So casual in fact that it feels like it came out of left field. He just straight up asks you out and you have this horrible moment of confusion before the panic sets in, because you can’t ask something like that so casually after years of friendship!! But he does and he accepts that it’s a shock for you, but he really just wants to get it off of his chest. He’d totally go back to normal if you didn’t like him like that, but if you did? Not so casual anymore because the relief is obvious!! The casualness was totally fake!!

San

He’s so touchy that this is another one that to strangers you look like you’re dating. But the thing is, he’s touchy even when no one else is around. So imagine cuddling up to him on the couch and he goes in to kiss your cheek like he’s done a million times. Naturally (and stereotypically) you turn your head at just the right time that he ends up kissing the corner of your lips. He likes to see you flustered and acts like he doesn’t understand why. “That was a little close, don’t you think?” You’ll laugh nervously. He’ll shrug in a strong attempt to be casual and ask if that’s a bad thing. If you question if he actually would want to kiss you, he says, “Yes of course,” in an instant. 

Mingi

This is totally an overnight realization. One day, he wakes up and sees you that day and thinks, “Uh when did I become attracted to them??” His attitude will do a 180. He’s totally avoidant, and when he can’t avoid you he’s totally awkward. You actually think you might have done something wrong and one of the group members has to step in. The problem is that he’ll have let this go so long that you’re mad by the time he’s ready to talk. He has to confess and grovel. 

Wooyoung

He confesses so many times in so many ways and you really think he’s joking. It’s funny to him at first because he thinks you’re just a little dense. But over time, the confessions get increasingly more serious and you still aren’t getting it. This will be to the absolute delight of his members to watch him struggle with this. Eventually, he’ll reach a breaking point and just pull you into a kiss because it seems words just aren’t working. His head might explode when you ask, “Wait, are you into me???” and he’s just like, “Yes!!! I kept trying to tell you!!!”

Jongho

Another stereotypical moment, but bear with me. You have a bad partner that just isn’t treating you right and you’re upset for the millionth time. He’s almost scolding you when he says you shouldn’t put up with that sort of treatment and you can do worlds better. But you might be a little jaded that all relationships are like this. If you express this, he’ll just snap and say, “I wouldn’t be like that.” That’s most certainly something that he can’t back out of now. Not that he wants to because bitterness about watching you suffer in your current relationship has been building for a while and he has a lot to say. 

[ttamin-arts]

ATEEZ Park Seonghwa

ATEEZ Seonghwa fanart gif

[kahvibubu]

ATEEZ + text posts

[ateezgurl]

okay we got two men simping hard over their s/o lol

[archiveofyeo]

to the prettiest boy in seat 15 — ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊

[airaviity]

From the little boy that dreamed to be a model, to the man that became one.

Park Seong Hwa for the Isabel Marant Campaign Spring-Summer 2025

[atiny-unicorn]

Seonghwa looks soooo good omg😭😭 he deserves so many good things. Ateez have been on a roll for awhile now and they have been doing so well💕💕.

[yellowsubmarine-pepperland]

I am love... this pics is so beautiful and perfect

[dailyyeosang]

daily yeosang

Actually, funny story, I don't know where this one came from. It appeared someday like a blessing and it has been blessing my phone since

[trustmypoison]

Ateez when their independent partner struggles financially

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘Good evening! I recently found your page) First of all, thank you for sharing all your works here with your readers!🙏🏻 I’ve been reading alll your SVT reactions and drabbles all days. I would like to make request if it’s possible. When you are free and in the mood, could you please write for all Ateez members ( if you are still writing for them, if not, for SVT members) their reactions when their independent gf asking for the financial support/help for the first time ever( to pay her rent maybe) . Because I’m the oldest daughter 🥲 and sometimes I want to ask for someone’s help but either too proud or just don’t want to show that I’m weak or something. Thank you very much! Have a great day!‘

A/N: Oldest daughter syndrome is real and I have it too. 🤩

Just gives you the money, no questions asked - Hongjoong, San, Jongho

He immensely respects your stubborn independence and he’s aware that you had to be in a tough situation to even bring it up to him. He lets you ramble for only a little bit before he’s just asking how much you need, ready to send it. It doesn’t matter what the issue really is this month, but he’s not shy about telling you that he’ll help you anytime you need it. And no, he won’t be accepting any repayments ever. 

Gives you the money with some questions asked - Seonghwa, Yeosang

I think he also really respects your stubborn independence and recognizes that you must be in a tough spot to even ask him for help. But that’s precisely what worries him. He’s not trying to be nosy. He’s just worried that you’ve been struggling for a while and haven’t said anything, or that you had a big bill that threw off your budget. Those things happen and he’d be totally understanding about it, but he just wants you to feel comfortable letting him know when you’re struggling so he can be there for you. 

Just asks you to move in with him - Yunho, Mingi, Wooyoung

He’d pay for everything if you’d let him - he knows it will never happen but it’s always worth mentioning in his eyes. So when you approach him with money troubles, say with making rent for whatever reason, he jumps right to saying “Why don’t we find a place and move in together?” He knows the last thing you want is to be a mooch, but the last thing he wants is for you to stress about this when he has plenty of money to cover the things you’re worried about. 

[ncity-agere]

nicknames ateez would call you when you’re small? 👀

(SFW) petnames that ateez calls you in little space

Hongjoong: Doll, babydoll or dollface, mostly. He just thinks you’re very, very pretty and so teeny tiny like a doll. And if you’re uncomfortable with that, he doesn’t mind calling you “little one” instead.

Seonghwa: Kiddo. Seonghwa is more than okay with you calling him mother or even mama, but can sometimes feel silly calling you “baby”. He’s warming up to this whole regression thing, be patient with him please! However, I think when he warms up to it, his go-to nickname would be “darling”

Yunho: Just baby or a cute version of your name. If you’re a fem person, he might call you “mamas” as well. I have no idea why, he just thinks it rolls off the tongue (Ain’t never beating the ATEEZ latino allegations Yunho lol)

Yeosang: I can see Yeosang calling you “bug” despite not actually liking bugs at all. He likes to call you and watch as you toddle closer, staring at him with your innocent little bug eyes. If you ask nicely, he’ll call you your favorite bug sometimes. He doesn’t like bugs, but if you like them… well, he supposes that’s all that matters (Bug enthusiasts unite!)

San: Gumdrop. He most likely learned it a few weeks ago and thought it was the cutest name ever. You can’t complain, being called gumdrop is pretty cute!

Next week, he’ll probably find another sweet-sounding candy nickname for you!

Mingi: “Tiny”. He might add a “girl/boy/baby” onto that if you’re comfortable with it. He’s amazed at how small you are. Like, you’re still technically still you-sized but to him… you’re the teeniest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. Just a baby who needs his help and love and affection. He’s absolutely enamored.

Wooyoung: He calls you either buddy or “sweetie-pie twinkle princess/prince-face”, it truly depends if he wants something from you. If you’re just at home playing or watching cartoons, he’ll call your name and then add on a “little buddy”. If he wants you to do something and needs to coax or guilt you into cleaning your toys or eating your meals, then he’ll call you his “sweetie-pie twinkle princess/prince-face” with the sweetest voice he can muster up. It honestly depends and a lot of the time… it does work!

Jongho: He really just… doesn’t get it. I honestly think he just calls you your name and doesn’t bother with petnames. I don’t think he’s opposed to them or anything, I just don’t think he’d care enough to use them. He wouldn’t think twice unless you asked.

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miyeon | new friends

warnings: animal abuse/injury, mentions of anxiety and depression word count: 2.2k date: january 12, 2019

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miyeon sighed as she read the comments under the article on her laptop. she slammed the computer shut and looked out of the window, her mind spiraling with all of the negative comments she’d been getting. she sat on her windowsill overlooking the road below her, the sun was just starting to set indicating she’d have to leave for her meeting with mr kim and the board soon.

she'd gotten their email to meet when she first woke up, a link to the article attached. the board were not happy with the negative attention being put onto the girl and wanted an explanation for her actions. she wasn't sure why they cared so much about the article, it had been from a small gossip blog that mostly pumped out fake articles that most companies ignored. for some reason kq were honing in on said article and demanded to know why the girl, who was supposed to be on hiatus, was seen out and about with an unknown man.

walking out of her room she paused as she heard the boys chatting in the kitchen. she'd hoped they'd all still be in rehearsal but it seemed some of them had returned earlier than expected. miyeon paused and took a breath before walking down the corridor, her head low and headphones slung over her head to pray that they would get the memo that she wasn't in a talking mood.

it seemed the maknaes of the group couldn't read the girl's demeanor and immediately flocked to her as she passed by. wooyoung and san jumped on top of her, making the trio fall back onto the sofa with a thud whilst jongho was already bringing over an iced coffee he'd brought back from the cafe round the corner that she loved.

"oppas, get off. you're squishing me." she tried pitifully to get the two boys that seemed to be full of energy even after their long day of rehearsing off of her.

"but we haven't seen you all day, yeonnie." wooyoung pouted against her neck, his head snuggling in further in protest.

"well, you've seem me. now get off." miyeon groaned as she spotted the time on the kitchen clock.

"do you not want our love, miyeonnie?" san was the one to pout this time, his head lifting up from where he'd too been snuggled into her.

"not at this very second, sannie. i'm gonna be late to my meeting." she groaned, using the last of her strength to shove the smaller boy off of her and leaving san to claim the space.

"meeting? what meeting?" jongho asked from where he was still stood holding her coffee.

"the board wants to see me about that stupid article." she rolled her eyes, trying to push the lump known as san off of her.

"what article?" wooyoung asked from his position now on the arm of the sofa.

"it doesn't matter." she shook her head, looking at jongho pleadingly for help with getting up. "can you just help me get him off me so i'm not late?"

jongho huffed, setting down her coffee and lifting the older boy easily off of her. san pouted as he was held in jongho's arms like a small child holding a cat.

"put me down, hyung." san whined, huffing as he was unceremoniously dropped.

"i'll see you all later." miyeon smiled nervously, walking towards the door.

"tell us how it goes when you get back." jongho waved goodbye, grabbing his hyungs by the back of their tops as they tried to chase after the girl.

miyeon nodded, smiling slightly as she caught a glimpse of san and wooyoung struggling against the maknae's hold. she walked out of the flat, her smile dropping as she remembered the reason she was having to leave and go to this meeting in the first place.

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miyeon huffed a breath as she excited the building, anger was surging through her. the meeting had gone worse than she thought it could've gone. not one member of the board seemed to be on her side and just seemed to want to brush the article under the rug and cover it up with the announcement of her return from hiatus.

a strange noise caught her attention, stopping her in her tracks as she was about to cross the road back to the dorms. as no sound occurred in her stillness she carried on, huffing and mumbling under her breath in anger at all the accusations that had been thrown her way.

she paused as the sound caught her ears again, she looked around the alley but couldn’t find a source for the sound. finally, under the bench outside the dorm building emerged a straggly ginger cat with a plastic bag wrapped around its hind legs. she gasped as the cat struggled to walk from under the bench, falling over every couple of steps.

she rushed over to the creature, crouching down to its height to appear smaller and less frightening for them. the cat's amber eyes stared up at her, curling in on itself as she reached out her hand that wasn't holding her coffee. the ginger ball of fluff poked its head out of its hiding space and sniffed miyeon's outstretched hand. she smiled as the cat bumped its head into her hand, purring almost immediately as she scratched behind its ear.

she gently moved her one hand to the cat's legs, carefully removing the bag from its legs and hissing as she spotted the red sores left behind from how tight it had dug in. the cat seemed to bury its head even deeper into the girls hand, a sign of thanks for relieving it of the pain.

"miyeonnie! what are you doing?" a voice called from behind the girl, scaring the cat back into its hiding place below the bench.

"oppa! you scare the kitty." she pouted, turning to find yunho stood wearing a face mask and cap. "get down, you're probably terrifying them."

"why are you out here?" yunho crouched down beside the girl, trying to get into a similar small position as her to coax the cat back out of hiding. "i thought you had a meeting with mr kim?"

"i did, it went awfully. they were trying to get me to come back for this comeback instead of for the tour like we said before." her pout seemed to deepen further as she remembered all of their managers talking down to her.

"is it because of that article?" yunho stared down at the girl, having read the article on his way to practice. "you should just ignore what anyone's saying."

"but it's all true." she smiled slightly through her sadness as the cat finally emerged enough out from under the bench for her to continue scratching them behind the ear. "i was meant to be staying in my dorm and only going out to go to therapy. i should've just told jinnie-oppa that i was busy."

"it was hyunjin?" yunho raised his eyebrow, having discussed with the others that morning about who the mystery man was.

"yeah. he wanted to try and cheer me up and took me out to my favourite cafe. i thought we were disguised enough but i guess someone recognised one of us." miyeon sighed, sinking to the floor fully as the cat tried to climb onto her legs.

"why don't you just tell management that? i'm sure they'll understand and release a statement clarifying things." yunho tried to cheer up the girl, reaching his hand out to the still purring cat now sat on her lap.

"i tried. they said it would just cause more trouble. fans already think we're secretly dating cause of how close we are. what would happen if they found out we were going to cafes together in secret?" she rolled her eyes, petting the cat as it slowly closed their eyes in her lap.

"if the company says you're just friends then atiny should understand and leave it be." yunho tried to catch the girl's eye, smiling reassuringly as she finally looked up at him.

"thank, yuyu." miyeon smiled at the boy, resting her head on his shoulder as she looked down at the now sleeping cat in her lap.

"why do i always find you two hanging out in the weirdest of places?" hongjoong's voice made the pair jump, awakening the ginger cat who climb onto miyeon's shoulder out of fright.

"ow, ow." she hissed, it's claws digging in through her jumper.

"hyung. we've made a new friend." yunho smiled up at the older boy, who was, for once, taller than him in that moment.

"why do you have a cat, miyeonnie?" hongjoong's face fell into his hands as he finally spotted the ginger cat cradled to her shoulder.

"he was stuck in a plastic bag and was hurt." she pouted, stroking the cat to try and calm it down and release its claws from her shoulder.

"and what are you going to do with said cat once curfew starts in 30 minutes?" hongjoong lifted his head and raised his eyebrows.

"take him to the vet round the corner and then bring him back to the dorm?" miyeon asked hopefully, bringing out the big guns of her puppy dog eyes that she knew the leader couldn't refuse.

hongjoong sighed, already knowing the girl was not going to give up. "fine. but when manager-nim comes asking why you're late and there's now a cat in the dorm, you're dealing with his wrath."

"thank you, oppa!" miyeon giggled, slowly rising to her feet with the cat still in her arms. "i'll try and be quick. please stall for me."

the two boys rolled their eyes as they watched the girl run down the road, the ginger cat bouncing in her arms.

"i hope she knows that cat isn't going anywhere near my room." hongjoong shook his head, walking back the way he came into their dorm building.

"try saying that in two weeks when the cat has decided you're room is the coziest and you have to deal with the wrath of miyeon." yunho chuckled, following his hyung into the building. "do you not remember when yeosang ate the last of her favourite candy?"

"don't remind me. i still get flashbacks whenever i buy them." hongjoong rolled his eyes, remembering the screaming match between the members last year.

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miyeon cringed as the door creaked open, pausing as she waited for one of the boys to open their door. she slowly shut the door behind her, praying that none of the boys were still awake to hear her coming in past curfew. she knew yunho and hongjoong were aware of her tardiness but that was as far as she wished for it to go.

she crept towards the end of the hallway, her dorm being the furthest from the living room. she sighed in relief as she made it into her room and collapsed onto her bed. the cat crate sat beside her, the drugged out ginger cat, that she had found out was a stray, swaying on his feet as he stared out at her. she giggled as he seemed completely out of it, the pains meds the vet had given him clearly having taken full effect.

a knock at her door made her jump, miyeon not moving as she tired to find somewhere to hide the crate. she frantically picked up the crate and put it in the entrance of her bathroom, hoping whoever was at the door wouldn't come in and see it. she sighed as she opened the door, seonghwa's irritated face staring back at her.

"hey, oppa." miyeon faked a yawn, fawning the idea that she'd just woken up. "did you need something?"

"did you just come in?" he raised his eyebrow, staring down the clothes he saw her leave for her meeting in that she was still wearing.

"no?" miyeon grinned sheepishly, hoping he'd believe his lie.

"then you have an intruder cause i was just in the kitchen and saw someone come in here." seonghwa crossed his arms, using his disappointed 'mum' as the maknae members called it.

"fine. i just got back. please don't tell hongjoong-oppa. he already knew i was out but i didn't know it'd be this late." miyeon begged, cringing as she heard the cat start to scratch at the crate.

"why didn't you just let us know you'd be back late? i was worried when i didn't see you come back. we all just assumed the meeting went bad and you were holed up in here." seonghwa sighed, his stern look dropping into one of worry.

"i'm already bothering everyone enough with that stupid article. i didn't want to hassle you guys any further." miyeon shrugged, leaning against her door frame.

"you're not bothering us, yeonnie. it's just some stupid article. yunho told us it was hyunjin and you know we all love him. we're gonna talk with mr kim tomorrow and sort it all out." seonghwa smiled down at the girl, bringing her in for a hug.

"you don't have to do that, oppa." she mumbled against his chest, enjoying the warmth that his embrace gave her.

"we're a team. this is what we do for each other." seonghwa said against the top of her head, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "now, why don't you tell me why there's a cat in your room?"

miyeon grinned sheepishly, pulling the older boy into her room and introducing him to the newest resident of the ateez dorm.

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