#ateez Wooyoung

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For real Alyssa, they are right 👀 I think this is my most read fic and it's not even about Mingi 😂

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27 - ꜰᴜʀʀʏ/ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ - ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

pairing: fox hybrid! wooyoung x cat hybrid! reader (fem) feat. owners seongjoong

summary: you mess around with a new hybrid playmate while your owners go out to eat.

w.c: 3.4k

warnings: dom leaning! wooyoung, sub leaning! reader, these mfs are in HEAT, subspace stuff, pet names, praise, kissing, food play, nipple play (m receiving), grinding, breeding kink (it’d be an actual crime if i didn’t include this) unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: on all levels except physical i am a kitty - meow okay but fr i’ve always wanted to write a hybrid au so i’m so glad i finally did!! it was so fun ahhhh <3 also there's only one more fic to go ;; thank you for coming on this filthy journey with meee <3

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“Y/N, I’m home!” your owner Hongjoong called out, standing near the doorway of his apartment next to his friend Seonghwa, who he had a fat crush on, and of course, his companion Wooyoung, a beautiful red fox hybrid who was a sneaky little troublemaker with a heart of gold. “And I brought company, so make sure you have some clothes on!”

Ears twitching at the sound of your owner’s voice, you pulled yourself out of the cat nap you were taking on Hongjoong’s bed and pounced into his open closet to find one of his oversized hoodies and some booty shorts to put on. Yawning dramatically, you headed out into the living room, seeing Seonghwa give you a smile and a wave. You reciprocated, but suddenly went still upon seeing the hybrid you had never encountered before besides the times Hongjoong made you interact with him over FaceTime, your tufted ears now on high alert.

Wooyoung reacted differently, his mind yelling ‘Kitty! Must scent!’, immediately heading in your direction to do just that, but getting pulled back when Seonghwa placed his hands onto his shoulders, hearing him go ‘uh-uh-uh.’

Hongjoong walked over to you and gave you a hug, running his hand down your fluffy tail to get it to go from a standing position to a relaxed one. “Don’t be so scared, sweetheart. You’ve talked to him before. He’s been really excited to meet you in person, you know.” Seeing your apprehension, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “I just thought you could hang out with someone new. Do you remember me telling you about this a couple days ago? How Daddy wants you to meet new hybrids so you can socialize?”

You thought about it for a minute, going back through the past week, your freshest memory being of your trip to the mall with Hongjoong. He bought you a new plushie and some new cat grass after you tossed the other one off of the balcony when you were having a fit. He used half of the spray bottle on you that day.

“Uh…not really,” you replied honestly, idly grabbing onto Hongjoong’s sleeve and holding it, looking past him, studying the fox that was staying still in his owner’s grasp. He didn’t look too scary now that you weren’t so caught off guard by a person who wasn’t your owner or his boyfriend. Friend. You weren’t sure because Hongjoong always got pouty whenever you asked. You tilted your head, finding Wooyoung’s outfit to be really adorable. He had a few pink heart-shaped clips in his hair, keeping some of his cherry-red bangs out of his eyes. He was wearing a cute oversized sweater too, one that was hanging off one of his shoulders and had a tiny heart over the chest. To make you ever more jealous of his look, he was wearing your favorite brand of athletic shorts, ones with white stripes going down the sides. You wanted to take a trip to his closet one day. You were tired of exploring Hongjoong’s, only ever finding empty bottles of cat nip that you had raided without his knowledge and random books about romance.

Wooyoung’s white-tipped fox ears perked up upon eye contact, his nose twitching a few times, taking in your scent from far away. It was comforting. Like fresh laundry and some kind of soap. Sniff. Kiwi scented soap, to be exact. Would your skin taste like kiwis too? He would have to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, you would like him, so he could get close. He loved kitties. He really liked to tease them and get them all riled up, always wanting to watch their tails puff up, but Seonghwa told him not to do that anymore. It worked out though, because his favorite thing was when he made them purr. It always made him feel really warm inside, sometimes so warm he felt like his tummy was on fire.

Hongjoong sighed, but gave your head a reassuring pat, causing you to push your head into his hand when he started to pull it away, patting it some more as a result. “Well, it’s time you met Wooyoung in person, don’t you think?” You gave him a small nod, opting to climb onto the large plush couch and sitting with your tail curled around you. Hongjoong walked over to you and murmured, “You might become good friends, sweetheart. Plus, he brought you some snacks so be a good girl and tell him thank you, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you nodded, nuzzling your owner’s hovering hand, before looking to Seonghwa, who gave you another soft smile and released his grip on Wooyoung. You blinked for a second and the eager fox hybrid was already sitting on the couch next to you, setting down the plastic bag he had and leaning in to give your neck a few sniffs. You smelled even better up-close, unknowingly encouraging him to move his face into your soft hair, his nose brushing over your human ear, making you shiver. You stayed still, getting used to his scent as well. It was warm like cinnamon sticks and sweet like maple syrup. Yummy. Neither of you spoke, simply taking in each other’s scents and body language, exchanging intense eye contact, as though you were figuring each other out.

Hongjoong walked back over to Seonghwa and leaned against him, elbowing him gently in the ribs through his long, black coat. “Do you think they’ll be fine on their own?”

“I think so. They’re both well trained.” Seonghwa nodded his head, smiling down at Hongjoong, suddenly rubbing his stomach and groaning when he felt hunger pains. “We should probably head to the restaurant soon. I’m starving.”

Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa said bye to the both of you, but neither of you were really paying attention, only waving your hands in their direction, your eyes still locked onto one another’s, getting closer and closer as time went by.

Hongjoong grabbed his bag and coat, then headed to the door with Seonghwa, only stopping once he closed the door behind the both of them. Seonghwa walked a few feet down the hall, but stayed still when he realized that Hongjoong was standing still. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing a hand into his coat pocket.

Locking the door, Hongjoong caught up to Seonghwa, saying concernedly, “Y/N hasn’t been fixed. Is Wooyoung fixed?”

Walking down the hallway at a leisurely pace, Seonghwa hit the elevator button, realizing, “No, actually. Do you think that’ll be a problem?”

Remembering how cautious you were around Wooyoung, Hongjoong shook his head and laughed at the thought of you actually engaging with Wooyoung in such a way. Plus, you never showed that kind of interest in anyone, except for him. He didn’t have anything to worry about. “No, I think we’re probably fine. She’s a good girl.” Stepping into the elevator with Seonghwa, he looked down at his friend’s hand, which was mere inches away from his, gulping, his ringed fingers twitching slightly.

“Wooyoung’s feisty, but won’t push anything on another hybrid if they disapprove.” Watching the numbers on the elevator slowly go down, Seonghwa pressed his shoulder into Hongjoong’s smaller one, able to notice how he tensed up. The backs of his fingers just barely began to brush over his friend’s, making him feel warm, but not able to pull through and actually attempt to hold his hand.

“That’s good.” Hongjoong focused intently on the numbers on the screen above him, taking in a deep breath and moving his fingers against Seonghwa’s, just barely interlocking their pinky fingers together.

“Good, yeah,” Seonghwa replied softly, his heart about to beat out of his chest, swallowing his nerves down like he would with the wine he was about to drink at the restaurant. He squeezed Hongjoong’s pinky against his own. “Very good.”

“Absolutely.” Hongjoong felt like he was going to melt into the floor, not realizing he was holding his breath until he started to feel a little lightheaded.

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“Youngie,” you accidentally blurted out, shivering as Wooyoung’s rough tongue came in contact with your neck, whining when he pulled the collar of your hoodie down to get better access to your collarbone area. He said he wanted to see if you tasted like kiwis because of Hongjoong’s soap. You weren’t sure if it worked like that, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Though, it tickled a lot and Wooyoung’s scent was making you feel really warm.

Wooyoung let out a small chirp-like sound of approval at your nickname for him, stopping mid-lick to push his head into yours, nuzzling you. “I like that, Kitty. Keep calling me that.”

Your ears flattened into your hair, and your heart thumped away inside your chest. “Okay, Youngie. Please call me Kitty from now on too. I like it.” Running your fingers over the wet sections of your neck, you asked, “So did it taste like kiwi?”

“Uh-uh.” Wooyoung pouted for a second, only to smile brightly when he remembered about the snacks he brought. He turned his body to reach into the plastic bag next to him, pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk and handing you one, taking out a bag of de-pitted cherries as well. Seonghwa always took the pits out so he didn't have to worry about Wooyoung choking. “Snack time!”

Poking the straw through the box and taking a few gulps of the drink, you jumped slightly and turned your body towards the other hybrid’s, remembering Hongjoong’s words. “Thank you, Youngie.”

Slurping a couple cherries into his mouth and gobbling them down without much thought, he turned his body towards yours as well, speaking with his mouth full, “Welcome, Kitty. Want a cherry?” When you nodded, he took a bite of another one and pressed it to your lips, tilting his head to the side when you gingerly nibbled on it, your cheeks flushed. “Something wrong?”

“It’s an indirect kiss,” you murmured shyly, taking the rest of the cherry into your mouth when he pushed it inside and chewing it.

Wooyoung took a sip of his milk, batting his long eyelashes at you, his big, bushy tail idly flicking at one of your bare thighs. “You want a direct one?”

“I-i mean, well, um…yes…” you stuttered out, barely able to handle Wooyoung pouncing on you, almost making you knock your milk carton over. He smelled so good. So yummy. You really wanted to taste him.

“Here I come, kitty cat.” Resting one hand near your head on the cushion below and leaning down towards you, he took a bite of a cherry and chewed, pressing it down onto your lips and rubbing the juices around. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, idly licking the sweetness off of them, slowly deepening the kiss once you lowered your carton to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He blindly reached for another cherry or two. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Lick. Lick. Lick. Wooyoung’s tongue began to eagerly explore your mouth, licking at the roof of your mouth and at one of your inner cheeks, eventually focusing on your rough tongue, slurping it into his mouth like he did with the cherry and sucking on it. With your bodies and fluffy tails entwined, the fox hybrid began to rut himself against you out of habit, his hardened cock rubbing deliciously on your clit, the material of your tiny, thin shorts offering you pleasure as well.

Mewling into the hybrid’s mouth, you broke the kiss, your glistening lips connected with a few strings of saliva, your combined pheromones making the both of you feel like you were on fire and in need of more stimulation. Now feeling comfortable, you took the half-empty milk carton from his hand and pushed him onto the floor, hearing him let out a surprised yelp, not wasting any time landing down onto him with one leg in between his and the other pressing on the outside of it. “Kitty wants to play. Kitty wants to taste Youngie.”

Wooyoung took the carton from you and lifted his sweater up and over his tiny pink nipples, tilting the carton, pouring the milk onto the both of them, purring, “Taste me, Kitty. I know you want milk.”

As your pupils grew to the size of saucers, you leaned yourself down onto him, lapping the sweet, sticky liquid from his nipples one at a time, sucking on them to make sure you cleaned them properly. “Mm, yummy. More, Youngie. More milk.”

Flustered and turned on, Wooyoung felt like he was about to blow his load from feeling your tiny sandpaper-like tongue on his sensitive chest. He poured a bit more milk onto his chest, the liquid eventually trickling down his abdomen. When you dove back in to lap up the milk from his puffy nipples, your tongue slid back and forth over them at an increasingly desperate speed, making him moan more and more, unable to hold back. “Feels really good. Kitty’s making Youngie feel so hot.”

Your pussy pulsed and your ears twitched slightly from the praise you were receiving. It made you want more. You dragged your tongue down his soft body, still lapping at the milk, moving lower and lower until you got to the waistband of his shorts. Sniffing at the smell of pre-cum soaking through the thin material, you instinctively rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock, giving it a few experimental licks, feeling it twitch against your tongue.

Wooyoung whined softly, pulling his shorts down, his cock springing up into your face, your eyes focusing on the shiny reddened tip. “I have more milk for you, Kitty. Lick and suck, and it’ll come out.”

“Okay, Youngie.” You were familiar with oral because Hongjoong always let you do it to him when he woke up with morning wood, giving you a tummy full of cum to tide you over until breakfast. Feeling your shorts stick to your pussy with a heavy amount of arousal, you licked up the shaft like you were working with a dripping ice cream cone, slowly allowing it into your warm mouth and bobbing your head at a steady pace, drooling onto it.

Wooyoung arched his back, grasping at the carpet below with his free hand, whining and moaning, his voice coming out higher-pitched than before. "So good," he sighed out, gazing down at you with glossy, dilated eyes. "Don't stop, Kitty..."

You alternated between licking all around it and sucking on it, your rough tongue sending shivers up his spine, his fluffy tail jolting every now and then. When you pushed the majority of Wooyoung's pulsing cock into your mouth, the fox moaned wantonly, letting go of the milk carton, not noticing when it began to leak out into the plush carpet. He was too focused on how good it felt to have a pretty kitty play with his cock. So good, he might-

“Mmm…!” you reacted, feeling Wooyoung’s cum spilling down your throat, pulling away to have it shoot out onto your tongue in spurts. You swallowed it down in gulps, his cum so hot and thick it made you crave more, but wanting it inside your pussy instead. “Want more milk. Want it inside me. In my special place.”

Wooyoung’s ear rotated in different directions, his cock instantly coming to life upon hearing your soft-spoken request. “Kitty can have all of my milk,” he answered, reaching down to help you slip out of your shorts, a long, thick bead of arousal dripping off of your cunt and onto his twitching length. “Come on, kitty cat. Let’s breed~”

Wooyoung’s words made your brain short-circuit, not even realizing what was happening until you got onto the hybrid's lap, feeling something warm and heavy filling you up to the brim, your tight cunt already clenching around whatever was pumping in and out of you. Oh, Youngie’s thick cock. It was already deep inside you, sending pleasant chills up your spine, your fluffy tail coiling around one of the fox’s thighs. "Youngie," you purred, not even moving yourself, simply letting the fox eagerly slam his hips up into yours, the loud slapping sounds like music to your fluffy ears. You loved the sound of breeding. It made you feel so warm. So hot.

Panting, Wooyoung made a low, guttural sound, his pupils blown wide, suddenly grabbing your body and switching your positions, this time laying himself down against your back, the front of you pressing into the soft carpet. When you looked back up at him with surprise, your eyebrows still drawn from the pleasure, Wooyoung responded by fucking you a lot faster than before now that he was in full control. “This is a better position for breeding, Kitty. Want you to have a full litter.”

All this talk about breeding and having kitties of your own, fox hybrid kitties at that, made you almost feel a little dizzy. You just barely met Youngie in person that day, but you already wanted him to take care of you when you were full for him, have him protect you from harm, and love you. “Give Kitty Youngie’s milk. Want your kits in me. In Kitty’s breeding hole.”

Hearing you talk about the kits that he could help you produce sent him into an instinctive frenzy, fucking you hard into the soft floor, his hands squeezing into your bouncing ass on each side, kneading it and watching his cock disappear inside your slick cunt over and over. Making you let out deep purrs mixed with whiny, desperate mewls, Wooyoung hunched over you, burying his face into your neck, licking and sucking it, murmuring, “Kitty sounds so pretty. I like hearing Kitty’s pretty purring and moans…”

His praise and his ability to send you in an almost mind-melting state of pleasure made you revel in the fact that Wooyoung was your new special friend, hoping you could see him again soon in case he didn’t successfully breed you this time. “Youngie, it’s coming out,” you moaned, only having to get filled up with his cock one last time, before your release began pouring out of you.

“Kitty’s so wet and warm,” Wooyoung sighed deeply, slamming his hips into yours a few more times, your extra tight hole drawing whiny-sounding moans from his lips, his body starting to jolt. He squeezed your ass tightly, spurting his thick seed deep into your womb, barely able to moan, “Take my milk, little kitty. Wanna see you so full for me next time I see you. Wanna see you make your own milk for me.”

“Kitty wants Youngie’s kits…” you purred back, your lower half shuddering a bit after getting creampied. “Wanna make my own milk so that you can taste it.” You looked back at him to give him a sheepish smile, your tail swishing around and tickling the hybrid’s chest.

“I’ll give you my kits, kitty cat,” he reassured, pressing his lips to your head, rubbing your hips in a soothing way. He licked your earlobe, drawing more purrs from you. “And I’ll be sure to drink your milk. I promise~”

You began to purr even louder, relishing the thought of being Wooyoung’s mate, able to get bred and tasted by him whenever you both felt like it. Feeling Wooyoung slowly pull out, you whined at the emptiness and the feeling of his seed slowly dribbling out of you. You rested your sweaty face against the carpet, so fucked-out your small tongue slid out of your mouth, still feeling your heart pound inside your chest. You really liked Youngie. You wanted to see him again, and you were about to tell him, but the door unlocked and swung open.

“I told you not to have that last glass, dumbass,” Hongjoong scolded Seonghwa, despite the fierce blush on his face. His friend was leaning against him and nuzzling the side of his head, sufficiently drunk. Seonghwa mumbled something incoherently, his eyes shut, but suddenly opened them up when he heard his friend gasp out loud.

“No! Bad Y/N!” he started, already running over to the kitchen to grab the spray bottle, encouraging you to tiredly crawl into Wooyoung’s lap and rest your face in the crook of his neck, purring softly from taking in your mixed scents. Hongjoong stood in front of the both of you, looking between your naked sweaty bodies, slowly lowering the bottle to his side as to not ruin an (admittedly) cute moment. He instead faced Seonghwa who plopped down onto the couch and sunk into it, ready to fall asleep. “Aren’t you upset, Seonghwa? Wooyoung isn’t fixed. He probably–”

Seonghwa shook his head, pointing down to the carpet where a spot had formed on the dark carpet. “No, I think we’re good. He definitely pulled out. Just like I taught him.” He reached down to pat Wooyoung’s head, smiling softly down at his companion. “Good job, sweetie.”

Wooyoung chirped at his owner’s praise, still nuzzling you, holding you close, finding the vibrations of your constant purring to be extremely therapeutic.

Hongjoong walked up to the carpet and leaned down, inspecting it closely. “Are you sure this is cum? It’s not white or anything.” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Wooyoung with a stern expression, making the fox hybrid gulp. “What is that stain, Wooyoung?”

Knowing he wasn’t lying, Wooyoung rubbed your back in small circles, chiming with a proud smile, flashing his canine teeth up at the man. “It’s milk.”

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wooyoung as random texts from pinterest

notes: some of them are kind of suggestive?? barely

requests open: texts / reactions / oneshots / whatever tbh

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The one with the shy bunny and the rowdy cat Part 2

Part 1

Ateez Seonghwa X Wooyoung X Reader

Genres and warnings: hybrid imagine, poly relationships (no mxm), strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, mild language, mild smut (in the last chapter), mature scenes

Word count: 4.7k

Special tags: @pshmars @itzbrigitte-blog @atiny-dime-p1ece

You tell the boys your story, and the three of you decide what to do next.

"Wake up you rodent!"

The blanket was pulled off you and you were grabbed by the arm. Jisung lifted you up, and you could see the anger seeping through his eyes.

"What did I say about sleeping in? Huh?! When are you gonna learn?"

He let go of you quite harshly and you fell to the floor.

Your hands went over your ears immediately, because you knew he'd pull on them otherwise.

"I-I'm sorry. I w-was so tired f-from yesterday."

He laughed. "Tired? Don't tell me you're softening up? Should we go over your morning routine, again?"

Jisung rolled up his sleeves and crouched in front of you. He was trying to intimidate you, and it was working.

"N-No Sir, please! It won't happen a-again!"

Your chin was roughly yanked up. His sinister smile brought chills down your spine.

"We'll see about that."

You were yanked from your nightmare, and you could see you were in unfamiliar surroundings. Thankfully, you escaped the events that were about to unfold in your dream. Or was it more of a memory? With everything that happened at that house of horrors, you can't quite decipher.

The room you were currently in was not yours, and you vaguely remember the events of the previous day. This is Wooyoung's and Seonghwa's house, and they were kind enough to let you rest and eat. You had to get going soon, otherwise they'd think you're greedy and regret helping you.

You glanced at the alarm clock on the table, your every bulging out in shock. How have you slept past 12 o'clock? That never happened, you weren't allowed. What would the boys think?

Oh God. Would they think you're doing this to stay longer than you're welcomed? How would you explain this?

Thankfully, your train of thought was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Bunny? Are you finally up? I'd let you sleep more, but I'm so bored out here! Can I come in?"

Why was he asking for your permission to enter his room? He could go whatever he wanted. You were too lost in your thoughts to answer, so he lightly knocked again.

"Bunny?"

"C-Come in." You whispered, hoping he'd hear you.

Wooyoung slowly opened the door and stepped inside. He was wearing comfy clothes that seemed too big on him, but he looked cute. Maybe he'd give you something to take with you when you leave today. His sweaters seemed warm enough for the weather outside.

"Good morning sleepyhead. How was your night?"

You leaned up against the headboard, hugging your knees to your chest.

"I-It was fine. I s-slept well." You cleared your throat and continued.

"W-When can I go? I-I'm sorry I didn't wake up earlier."

He looked flabbergasted for a second.

"Go? What do you mean go?"

"Well... I have to leave today, r-right?"

He was next to you in a flash, grabbing both of your hands and squeezing them tightly. Your eyes widened, and you froze in place.

"You're not going anywhere bunny! I... We told you yesterday that you're staying here! Hwa told me not to talk to you about it before he gets home, but he knows I won't listen."

Wooyoung noticed your stance, so he softened his hold on you. He shuffled closer, placing his head on your knees. You could see the mole under his eye clearly, and he did look adorable. The smile on his face soon reflected on you, and you loosened up.

"Y-You really want me to s-stay?"

He nodded, placing a soft kiss on one of your knees.

"We really do. Hwa said it's up to you in the end, but just so you know, I won't stop until you're ours."

Your gaze now softened. Wooyoung was serious about keeping you, and Seonghwa seemed to be on the same page. The cat was rooted in the spot, not moving his head from your knees, and then you remembered something from yesterday.

Almost shyly, you placed your hand on his head. His eyes widened, but surprisingly, he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to ruin the moment. After making yourself comfortable, you placed your fingers behind his ear and started scratching.

Immediately, he began purring, and you felt the vibrations from his chest on your legs. His eyes closed, and the cat looked absolutely blissful.

"That's the spot... You're so good at this bunny. I could crash out right here."

Which he literally did. He pushed your knees down until your legs were flat on the bed before he laid himself over them. His head was now on your plush thighs, his arms around your waist. Wooyoung looked peaceful, and you weren't about to ruin the moment, even though you felt a bit nervous.

"Keep going, I'm just getting comfortable."

Your hand went back to his ear, the other one smoothing down his ruffled black hair.

The purrs were only getting louder as time went on. You didn't even know for how long you've been at it for.

Wooyoung shifted on the bed, and you could see his tail swishing more rapidly in the air. The energy changed, and the room became stuffy all of the sudden. You weren't used to this feeling, so you tried moving, but it only made the cat protest.

"No, no, don't stop. I was just about to..." As if he suddenly realised something, he shot up from his position and you could now clearly see the deep flush of his cheeks. His gaze was intense, and you didn't know what to do, or say. Luckily, Wooyung always had something to say.

"That was the best scratch of my life, bunny. I wish you'd let me do it to you as well."

You cowered away a bit, placing your hands over your ears. He wouldn't do that now, would he? You told them yesterday that you didn't want that. Wooyoung sensed your fear, and shook his head.

"Don't worry, I won't do it. I respect your wishes. It's just a shame..." He glanced at your bunny ears again before standing up from the bed.

He clapped his hands excitedly. "Now! Off we go, we have breakfast to make. Well, lunch to be precise. Hwa knows I like to sleep in, but I was too pumped to see you so I woke up really early. But, I didn't do a thing, so now we have to hurry before he comes home."

The cat turned around and went towards the door. He glanced back at you, still frozen in your spot.

"I'll set out some clothes in the bathroom, go change and come keep me company."

With that, he left you alone again to process the last thirty minutes.

He was a peculiar being, and you kind of liked him because of that. He was unapologetically himself, and he showed affection towards others with no problem.

Wooyoung made you comfortable, and you were thankful for that.

You got out of bed feeling a bit lighter, and made your way towards the bathroom. You could hear pots and glasses being moved in the kitchen, so you figured Wooyoung started on lunch.

There was a fresh set of clothes on the washer that smelled strongly of Wooyoung, so you knew those were only his clothes. He probably made sure to scent them even more before he placed them in the bathroom, because you also noticed his possessiveness along with other quirks.

Your morning routine was cut incredibly short because Wooyoung was shouting for you to hurry up every two minutes. He followed up with 'I miss you, I need you here.' and it honestly gave you a headache. You kind of understand Seognhwa better.

"There you are! I was about to pass out of boredom. Look at you! So cute in my clothes!" He sniffed around you, looking pleased with himself. There was still a trace of your scent left, but it mixed well with his. He grabbed you by the hand and sat you on a chair by the kitchen island.

"Now, my little helper, you just sit here and look pretty."

"B-But I want to do s-something."

He crouched down and gently placed his hands on your cheeks, squishing your face and cooing at you.

"You're doing so much just by being here. I won't be so lonely anymore, and that's the best thing you can do."

You looked into each other's eyes, and you had to admit, he was incredibly handsome so up close.

"I w-won't be lonely either." You managed to say.

"Oh sweetie..."

Before you knew it, his arms went around you and he pushed his face into the crook of your neck. Wooyoung inhaled deeply, letting himself enjoy the moment of closeness with someone that wasn't Hwa.

The other thing he noticed was how you made him feel something Seognhwa certainly didn't, and that might become a problem.

He smiled when he felt your tiny hands on his back, unsure, but eager to reciprocate the affection.

"Take your time, bunny. You can hug me, and pet me, and kiss me anytime you want, you know?"

You pulled back to look at his face, now extremely close to yours.

"K-Kiss?"

He nodded. "Yeah, kiss. You know what that is, right?"

"Kind o-of." You whispered.

The grin on his face made him more wolfish than a cat, and you kind of shied away.

"I can show you, you know. I promise you'll like it."

You didn't know what to say. On one hand, his offer was tempting. You were sure Wooyoung wouldn't do anything harmful, but the idea of a kiss was new to you.

"Hmm? What do you say, bunny? Can I show you?"

His finger traced your cheek, slowly going over your bottom lip. He paid close attention to your reaction, and he was pleased to find you almost completely relaxed around him.

His hand went back to your cheek, caressing it softly, before he began leaning down.

You kind of wanted it to happen. You remember the other hybrids at the shelter talking about how they wished they'd get many kisses, and how it was such a lovely thing. You don't remember it being quite like this, but you didn't want to complain. Having Wooyoung so close made you feel kind of warm inside.

The universe seemed to think this wasn't the right moment, because you heard the front door opening.

"Guys? I'm home!" Seonghwa's voice boomed through the apartment, and the both of you froze in place. Wooyoung was quick to snap out of it, going back to the counter and grabbing a knife to cut the vegetables he laid out. You, however, sat completely still, cheeks probably red, and couldn't get a single word out.

"We're in the kitchen! Lunch will be served a bit late today!"

"What? You know I have to go back to the bakery in two hours."

Seonghwa was about to complain some more, but when he rounded the corner and noticed your dazed expression and Wooyoung's tense back, he stopped.

"What's going on?" he asked, pointing at you.

Wooyoung turned around, and now he saw his flustered expression matching yours.

"What? Nothing? What are you talking about? Come and help if you want to eat."

Seonghwa turned towards you. "Is everything okay, Y/N?"

You managed to nod slightly, but he didn't want to pry anymore. There were more serious topics you needed to discuss after lunch.

He went over to Wooyoung and the men made a quick meal for all of you. There wasn't any conversation flowing between you after they encouraged you to take a bite like yesterday.

It wasn't until Seognhwa was washing the dishes that he cleared his throat and got your and Wooyoung's attention.

"I suppose you've already told Y/N about our offer?"

Wooyoung nodded rather enthusiastically from his spot on the couch. You were perched on the sofa, too far away for his liking, but you were still apprehensive about your little encounter.

"That I did. Ask her hyung, please, please!"

Seognhwa put down the dish towel he was holding and made his way over to the two of you. He sat beside Wooyoung, who was gleaming from joy.

"Well, Y/N... We know you have had a tough time, and we figured you'd be safer with us here. Wooyoung needs a friend, and I find you really lovely. What do you say about staying with us permanently?"

You glanced at them, keeping quiet even though your thoughts were scattered. Wooyoung has made it clear that he wants you here, and now Seonghwa only confirmed it. Could you really start over with them?

"I... I w-want to stay, but... T-There's nothing special about me. I-I'm not fun to be around."

The cat's eyes widened, and he dropped to his knees in front of you, holding onto your knees as if you'd disappear any second.

"Don't say that! You're so small and soft, and so pretty. And! You give the best pets. I'm sorry Hwa, but this girl right here, she's a pro."

The blonde man chuckled at his hybrid's antics. At least he managed to bring a small smile onto your face.

"You hear him Y/N? Wooyoung thinks you are special, and so do I. It's up to you in the end, we won't force you to stay. If you want to go, then-"

"No! Absolutely not!" Wooyoung tightened his grip around your legs and shook his head.

"Woo, let go of her. We need to let Y/N answer for herself."

Wooyoung got quiet, but he didn't let go. You somehow knew he wouldn't, and you didn't mind.

Thinking it over in your head, the logical option would be to keep living with them. You wouldn't be in fear 24/7, and you would always have a warm bed, and some company. You were starting to like the black cat, and Seonghwa seemed like a person you could trust. He wasn't like other humans you've met, but you doubted there would be anything worse than Jisung.

Speaking of him, you probably had to tell them about yourself and your situation. You were still legally Jisung's, and that could cause problems.

"I-I'd like to stay here w-with you."

"Yes! Oh yes, yes! Thank you bunny!" Wooyoung shot up from his place on the floor and practically climbed onto your lap. It was a tight fit on the sofa, but you moved around to accommodate him. Seonghwa watched with amusement at you, coming to sit on the floor in front of you both.

"That's wonderful. We can take you shopping tomorrow, you need new clothes. Although Wooyoung wouldn't mind sharing his, I still think you need your own wardrobe."

You lifted your head from the cat's chest and gazed into Seonghwa's kind eyes.

"Are you sure? I-I can manage with anything."

He nodded. "Absolutely. You deserve it."

Seognhwa took a deep breath before continuing.

"Now comes the not so fun part. We need to know what happened to you. Do you have an owner, or are you really a stray?"

Even though you knew the question was coming, it didn't make it any easier to answer. Wooyoung stoked your arm and it encouraged you to start telling them your story. Surprisingly, your voice didn't tremble one bit.

"I lived at a shelter before Jisung came and adopted me. He seemed nice enough, and I really wanted to have a home to call my own. It didn't take long for him to show his true colours... Life with him..." You kind of got lost in your thoughts for a moment, but the boys didn't pressure you to go on. They waited until you took a couple deep breaths, and Seonghwa intervened.

"It's okay sweetie. You don't have to go into detail, we kind of get it now. You, and Wooyoung, have to realise that we can't just keep you here. It wouldn't be legal. We have to find your owner and get him to sign over the paperwork."

Your eyes widened and you de tangled yourself from Wooyoung.

"Please no! Please! I can't see him again, he'll take me away!" You were now on your knees in front of Seonghwa, pleading with him, hands clasped together.

The poor man didn't know what to do. Seonghwa knew this wasn't going to be easy.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but we can't do this without him. We can give it a couple more days, but we risk losing you forever if we keep quiet about it. If we look at this from a legal perspective, it will seem like we stole you from him."

"That's not fair! That's pure crap!" Wooyoung's ears were now pinned straight on his head, and his tail angrily swished behind him. The boy was angry, and if Wooyoung managed to get so angry, it was serious.

"I'm sorry Woo, but I'm just stating facts."

Seonghwa carefully took your hands in his, sensing how stressed you became. Your nose was twitching constantly, and your fluffy bunny ears were down turned.

"Y/N, I promise you, I will do everything I can to make you ours. We won't give up on you. As I've said, let's give it some time before we do anything drastic. We'll let you settle in, but then we have to get serious."

You sniffed, and tears were about to fall out of your red eyes.

"But what if he wants to take me back? I don't want to go with him Seonghwa."

If you weren't in such poor shape, he'd feel even better hearing his name coming from you in that sweet voice of yours. But now was not the time, so he took a chance and wrapped his arms around your small frame.

"We're not giving you up. If he wants to fight, we'll take him. Isn't that right Woo?"

The cat was behind you in a flash, wrapping his arms around Seonghwa's, squishing you between them.

"Yes, absolutely. I won't let him have you bunny. You're ours now. Don't think about the bad stuff anymore, from now on, we're going to be so happy together. To celebrate-" He stood up and went over to Seonghwa's bag on the counter.

He rummaged around and Seonghwa groaned.

"-We will be going shopping right now! We can't wait until tomorrow, we want to make our bunny happy. Ah, here it is!"

He pulled out Seonghwa's wallet and took out what seemed to be a credit card.

"This right here is Y/N's ticket to happiness! Come now, we have to hurry! We've got a long day ahead. You don't mind Hwa, right? I mean, you're practically rich, so let us enjoy it."

"I work hard for that money, you know?"

Wooyoung pulled you away from his, no, not his, your owners hands.

"I know. And we will appreciate it even more, isn't that right bunny?"

You didn't know what to say, so you just nodded.

"See, we agree. Now, let's go! We'll see you tonight Hwa!"

Wooyoung quickly pulled you out the door before you had a chance to protest, and off the two of you went. It gave Seonghwa a chance to assess their situation in peace.

They wanted you with them, that much was certain, but what about your owner? He must be a bad man, otherwise you wouldn't have ran off. They had to build a good case and present it to a judge. That way, they could have you without much hassle. It would be better for you as well, seeing how easily frightened you became at the thought of going back to your previous home.

He had another half hour before he had to make his way back to work, and an idea popped into his head. It was time to use some of his friend's legal skills. With his phone in his hand, he dialed a number he knew by heart. After two rings, the person on the other end picked up.

"Hey there Hongjoong, how are you? Good, good... Say, would you be interested in taking on a new hybrid case?"

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"Do you want a blanket? I can share my kitty one, but some nights I like it all to myself. Oh! We can sleep in the same bed, that way we can both have it at the same time!"

Wooyoung was too enthusiastic about this shopping trip. The rollercoaster of emotions you went through didn't seem to phase him, or maybe he was just trying to distract you from thinking about anything as well.

It was working, to some degree.

You were now in a random store, picking through shirts and pants for you. There was an obvious colour pallet of soft pinks and lilacs going around, and Wooyoung couldn't get enough of making cute outfits for you. It was a stark contrast to the black mini skirts and tight tank tops Jisung made you wear.

After two bags filled with clothes, you moved on to some personal things for your room. You'd obviously have to share with Wooyoung, according to him, so you could pick something to add to his shelves.

You were interested in the colouring books, so he picked those up, as well as a bracelet making kit. He said you'd do it together, and make the three of you friendship bracelets.

"I can sleep on the couch, you know? It's your room after all."

He almost looked offended by that.

"On the couch? No, not a chance. We're sharing now, I want to do it. Unless..." He looked kind of sad.

"Unless you don't want to? I can be a bit much, I know... But I really want us to stay together."

Maybe even the confident cat needed some reassurance from time to time. You came close to him and took his hand in yours.

"I think I will be just fine."

He quickly covered his surprise with a smile, which you mirrored back at him.

Before you knew it, your hands were filled with bags, your feet were killing you, and your stomach hasn't stopped growling for half an hour.

"W-Wooyoung, I think I'm done shopping for today. I don't know how you enjoy this."

Only then did he notice how worn out his bunny was.

As soon as you opened the front door, you could sense a delicious aroma going around the apartment. Seonghwa's shoes were on the rack, so you figured he didn't want to wait for Wooyoung to come back and cook.

"Oh baby! Come on, let's head back. We need to decorate our room, pack your stuff, cook dinner.. If Hwa comes home to an empty stove he'll crash out." Wooyoung giggled, and you sensed this wouldn't be the first time he'd made Hwa wait for his meals.

"Hey! Did you have a good time today?" You heard his voice before you rounded the corner trailing behind Wooyoung. Seonghwa was already seated at the kitchen island, a variety of delicious side dishes and a stew spread across the surface.

"We had the best time! Thank you for your money hyung!" Wooyoung placed a kiss on top of Seonghwa's head before sitting down next to him.

"Is this what kisses are like?" The boys looked over at you, and Seonghwa was confused. The cat next to him froze for a second.

"Well, yes. Wooyoung likes to give kisses. You can tell him no if he tries."

"Maybe... Maybe I'd want one too."

The boys looked at each other, a bit surprised. Well, Wooyoung wasn't, because he knew if Seonghwa hadn't come home when he did, you'd be long past kissing. If you asked him, that is.

"Y/N, do you want kisses?" Seonghwa asked.

You nodded, too afraid to speak up. This wasn't something you'd usually do, but looking at how happy they were, you wanted to try it out.

Before Seonghwa could even stand up, Wooyoung was in front of you, holding onto your cheeks. You looked up at him, and his gaze almost made you melt.

"You're gonna get different kisses than Hwa, and I hope that's okay."

You were confused for a second, before you felt it.

The light peck he left on your lips.

It was fast, and it felt more like a soft touch than a real kiss, but it still happened. The two of you looked at each other, and you hoped your cheeks weren't flaming red. Wooyoung's certainly were.

"Hey Woo, you can't just kiss the lady like that. You have to ask for-"

"It's okay, Seonghwa." You interrupted him before he got too angry at the silly cat. Wooyoung let go of you, and you made your way to your potential new owner. You weren't as comfortable with him as you were with your fellow hybrid, but that was expected. You did, however, find him ridiculously beautiful and kind, and you knew your bond would grow stronger.

"I... Wooyoung is the closest thing I've had to a friend in a long time... He makes me feel... Safe. You do as well. I hope you don't mind me doing this, but I want to show you how thankful I am."

You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, catching his eyes afterwards. He was smiling, and his eyes glazed over.

"Thank you, sweetie. I'd also like to give you a little kiss, is that okay?"

You nodded, and Hwa gave you a tender kiss on the cheek as well.

"Oh come on hyung, you call that a kiss?"

"Shut it kitty cat or I'm taking Y/N all to myself tomorrow."

Wooyoung gasped, starting to ramble about how unfair life was, and many other things you couldn't quite catch on.

Dinner was great, and you ate with a smile on your face. The boys helped you unpack afterwards, and Hwa put all of the clothes in the washing machine. Tonight you'd wear something of theirs again, but tomorrow you'll be in your own jumpers and shorts. You chose them yourself, and that was the most important thing.

Afterwards, all three of you took turns in the shower before Hwa came into your room to settle you for the night.

This will be your first night sleeping with Wooyoung, and he looked more than excited.

"Now remember Woo, let the girl breathe. You can cuddle, but you can't squish her. Ask her before you try, please. And no funny business, I'm serious."

Seonghwa looked like a mom scolding her child, but Wooyoung didn't mind. He only nodded, making sure you were settled in before coming closer to your body.

"Can I cuddle you, bunny? Only till I fall asleep, then you can roll me over!"

You nodded, finding it funny how he eagerly made the two of you comfortable. His strong arms wrapped around your middle, and his head rested on top of yours.

"There we go. Kick him if you need to Y/N." Seonghwa stood up and turned on the little night light across the room.

Before he went out, he called your name again.

"I've spoken to a good friend of mine today. He's a hybrid law student, and he's going to help us with your case. We've got the best or the best here, so you'll be officially ours in no time."

Your eyes softened as you watched him, and you couldn't believe somebody you've met a couple days ago would go through such a hassle for you.

"Thank you, Seonghwa. You're the best."

"That he is! Good job hyung!"

"Oh will you let me have a moment with her? Thank you Y/N." He sighed when he saw his cat pouting.

"Thank you Wooyoung. Now go to sleep."

He shut the door to their room and left them to their own devices.

Today was a big day for Y/N, so Wooyoung made sure to tone down the conversation as much as he could. That didn't mean he could stop talking altogether.

"I'm so happy right now I could jump around!"

You smiled. "Please don't, I'm too tired to watch out for you."

"You? For me? Oh that makes me feel special." He laughed.

His arms tightened around you, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

"You're our bunny now... My pretty bunny..."

With that, the two of you fell into a deep sleep, and for the first time in forever...

You didn't have any nightmares.

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The Final part will be out sometime next week, so stay tuned to see how their story turns out. :)

Lots of love, and happy reading X

[dollerin]

HUSBAND!WOOYOUNG

ׂ ִ 𝓟𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠. 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽. • 𝐩. wooyoung 𝗑 𝑓.𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝐠. 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝘧𝘧，𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝐰. 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝑒𝑡𝑐. | 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊.

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husband!wooyoung who helps you move into your new home after coming back from the honeymoon, carrying all of the heavy things inside and not letting you lift a finger.

husband!wooyoung who leaves all of the decorating up to you because he absolutely adores your creativity, and just anything you do in general.

husband!wooyoung who loves to help you wind down after work, and loves giving you massages, making sure to rub anywhere that’s bothering you.

husband!wooyoung loves to cook meals for you, sometimes even packs lunch for you or reminds you to eat good and stay hydrated.

husband!wooyoung who only has eyes for you, constantly reminding you how much he loves you, whether it’s verbally, physically, or anything else.

husband!wooyoung who’s like your fun-sized koala, clinging to you almost everywhere you go and will whine if you tell him to move.

husband!wooyoung who’s super touchy, and loves the feeling of your skin on his.

husband!wooyoung who occasionally invites himself to your showers, claiming it’ll save water.

husband!wooyoung who would much rather talk things out when you argue, but gives you your personal space if you need it.

husband!wooyoung who’s super adventurous and likes to surprise you with the most random trips—big and small.

husband!wooyoung who wakes you up in..different ways; either with soft kisses, whispered ‘good mornings’ or jumping on you and yelling in your ear.

husband!wooyoung who uses you as his favorite pillow and absolutely loves when you play in his hair, running your fingers through the strands or massaging his scalp.

husband!wooyoung who has random dance breaks with you everywhere—the kitchen, the bathroom while you’re brushing your teeth, in the store, etc.

husband!wooyoung who is the most dramatic person ever when he’s sick, demanding 24/7 cuddles, spoon-feeding and constant kisses because “your love is the only cure”, and the whole time he has a mild cold.

💌 ──── I js foreshadowed my next fic somewhere in here lol

[fantamagorie]

我的翅膀斷了 ──── will you please take me home?

我的房子去哪了⠀ ⠀ homesick ⠀ ⠀ 我迷失了方向

[xuchiya]

accidentally have 8 pets || ateez || chapter 4

| genre: fluff. slice of life. small tinge of angst. kind of supernatural(?) | mentions: doctors. vets. needles. adoption. a bit cruel. magic starts. abuse to animals. laws. douyin saving the day. TAGLIST: CLOSED

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I stood outside the facility where the husky—Mingi, as the female vet, Minnie, had named him after an idol she adored and Taehyun agreeing that it looks like him—was currently being held. Taehyun had taken charge of my two feline companions for the time being since this facility was on the other side of the city. It was the best of the best, a place that could provide Mingi with the care he needed.

Still, something in my chest felt heavy.

“Are you Taehyun’s girlfriend?” A soft, curious voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Turning, I found a woman standing nearby, a clipboard in one hand and a parrot perched on her left shoulder. She had a gentle smile, her eyes filled with warmth rather than judgment, as if she were simply waiting—patient and understanding.

“Ah—ah, no, ma’am…” I cleared my throat, suddenly aware of how dry it felt. “I’m here for the husky, Mingi. Taehyun spoke to me about his condition.”

She nodded, already seeming to understand. “I see.” Then, offering another kind smile, she gestured for me to follow. “I’m Minnie, by the way. And this little troublemaker here is my right-hand—Mickey.”

At the mention of his name, the bird let out a soft chirp, tilting his head in a way that almost seemed like a greeting. I chuckled lightly despite the nervous energy swirling inside me.

As we stepped inside, the facility came to life around us.

Birds perched inside their cages—doors wide open—fluttered freely around the room, their wings filling the air with soft rustling sounds. Windows and doors remained open, yet not a single bird attempted to leave. Instead, they circled and settled as if they knew this place was home. Dogs ran freely, some playing with each other, others happily interacting with the veterinary staff. The laughter of the doctors and nurses mixed with the barks and chirps, creating a chaotic yet inviting symphony.

It was unlike any clinic I had ever seen. I found myself staring, awestruck, at the controlled chaos around me. The place felt alive, full of warmth.

But then we reached the double doors. Minnie pushed them open, leading me down a quieter hallway. The moment we stepped through, the noises from outside faded, replaced by an eerie silence that made my skin prickle.

The air was different here.

With every step, the heavy quiet pressed down on me, an almost suffocating contrast to the vibrant life we had just left behind. My fingers twitched slightly as unease settled in my chest. The further we walked, the more I could feel it—anxiety rising, a quiet, agonizing weight that made the walls seem narrower than they were.

“We let the animals roam freely during our break so they can stretch,” Minnie explained as we stepped into a quieter section of the facility.

The room was large, similar in design to the open area outside, yet the atmosphere felt different. It wasn’t empty, yet it carried an almost sacred silence. Unlike the lively chaos of the main area, the animals here chose to remain still, quiet—as if bound by something unseen.

“The doors are open here too,” she continued, her voice softer now, “but they choose to stay inside… each for their own reasons.”

We stopped in front of a kennel. At first, it seemed empty. But then my eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting, and I saw him—curled up at the very back, a trembling mass of gray fur pressed against the corner.

Mingi.

I barely moved, yet the slight shift in my stance must have startled him. He curled in tighter, his whole body shaking—not from cold, but from something deeper.

Fear.

Pain.

Memories that refused to let him go.

Minnie sighed beside me, watching him with quiet sorrow. “Mingi has been isolating himself, which is… concerning,” she admitted. “Dogs like him may go through trauma, but even then, they usually respond in some way. But Mingi…” She hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully. “We keep trying new approaches, but… it’s been difficult. Progress has been slow.”

Something inside me twisted painfully. The sight of him—so small despite his size, so broken despite being alive—made my throat tighten. The weight of his suffering, of everything he must have endured, felt unbearable.

I could feel it in my chest, a familiar ache pressing against my ribs.

Minnie’s voice softened further, a quiet grief lacing her words. “Unlike the other dogs, his trauma runs deeper. His history of being adopted and returned—again and again, treated the same way each time—has worn him down.”

She exhaled slowly, looking at him with a sorrowful gaze.

“When an animal experiences that kind of cycle repeatedly… it doesn’t just hurt them. It breaks something inside them. And for Mingi… I fear that what’s been broken might be hope itself.”

My breath hitched.

Hope.

The very thing that kept creatures like him—like me—going.

And yet, here he was. A living being whose hope had been stripped away, left in an endless loop of disappointment and abandonment. I swallowed hard, my hands clenching at my sides as I took a small step forward, my heart silently reaching out to him.

Mingi flinched. But he didn’t run.

Tears welled at the corners of my eyes as I lowered myself to Mingi’s level, squatting just outside his kennel. My lips wobbled, my fingers tightening around the cold metal bars—only to feel them shift slightly beneath my touch.

The lock was open. I glanced at Minnie, who gave me a small nod of encouragement. “Go ahead,” she urged gently. “Talk to him.”

A shaky breath escaped me as I reached for the latch, my hands trembling slightly. The door creaked softly as it swung open, “Mingi…” My voice was barely above a whisper, raw with emotion. “Hey, baby…”

Nothing. No flicker of recognition. No shift in his breathing. Just the steady rise and fall of his frail body, as if even acknowledging my presence took too much effort. I swallowed hard and glanced at Minnie again. Her eyes held a quiet urgency—hope, even. She wanted me to keep trying, “Hey, baby,” I tried again, my tone softer, gentler. “You’re okay. You’re safe now.”

Still, nothing.

The weight of his silence pressed down on my chest, but I refused to give up. I knew this kind of pain—the kind that made you retreat so far inside yourself that even kindness felt unreachable. But Mingi wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

I steadied my breath and leaned in just a little closer.

“Would you like to meet my two cats?” No reaction. Not a single twitch of his ears, not even the subtlest shift in his eyes. But I wasn’t leaving. Unlike us, animals don’t know how to process their pain. They don’t understand why they’ve been abandoned, why love was given and then taken away.

They only feel the loss. And if Mingi had no way of fighting through his darkness…

Then I’d fight for him.

“Wooyoung is my first cat,” I began softly. “He was alone, too. He’s scared of the dark and absolutely hates it when I sing.” Mingi’s trembling didn’t stop, but there was the smallest pause in his breathing—just for a second. It was barely noticeable, but I caught it.

Encouraged, I continued, “Hongjoong is my second cat. I found him when he had nowhere to go. He loves dressing me up and gets so annoyed when I wear mismatched socks.” A small chuckle escaped me at the thought, though my gaze remained steady on Mingi.

“Do you know what I love about the two of them?” My voice wavered, but I pushed forward, feeling the weight of my own words settle deep in my chest. “They gave themselves a second chance. Even when everything felt too dark, they never stopped trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel.”

I inhaled slowly, “You’re almost there, Mingi,” I whispered. “It’s never too late to take a step forward.” Silence. And then, for the first time since I arrived, Mingi lifted his head.

My breath hitched as he adjusted his posture, his frail body shifting beneath the weight of his own hesitation. He was thin—far too thin—and his once-lustrous fur was dull and rough. But his eyes… they held something now. Something fragile, but present.

A spark. I smiled, warmth filling the cracks of my aching heart, “Hey, Mingi,” I murmured, voice light with hope. “Do you want some biscuits?”

It took minutes—agonizingly slow minutes—but then, with a shaky inhale, Mingi moved. Wobbly, unsteady, each step uncertain.

And then—he collapsed onto my lap.

My breath hitched, eyes wide in disbelief. A single tear slipped down my cheek, but a soft, airy chuckle escaped me. My hand moved on its own, fingers threading gently through his rough fur, offering the comfort he had long been deprived of, “That’s a good boy, Mingi,” I whispered, my voice barely holding steady.

A quiet, choked sound came from beside me, “… Wow.” I had almost forgotten about the nurse. When I glanced up, she was sitting on the floor, her eyes red-rimmed, her expression somewhere between awe and overwhelming relief.

I let out a breathy chuckle. “I—I’m sorry for that.”

She shook her head, an emotional smile gracing her lips. “No, don’t be. We never lost hope for Mingi, but we knew it would take something—someone—to bring him back.” She exhaled softly, watching the husky nestled against me. “And we’re so grateful that it was you.”

My heart swelled, the weight of the moment settling deep in my chest. I looked down at Mingi, unsure if he had drifted into sleep or if he was simply seeking warmth—seeking comfort. Either way, it didn’t matter. Because for the first time in a long time, neither of us felt alone.

Mingi stayed on my lap for a while, his body still trembling, but less from fear and more from exhaustion. When I gently urged him toward his food bowl, he whimpered softly, hesitant. I didn’t push. Instead, I let him move at his own pace, watching as he sniffed at the food before taking cautious, slow bites.

Bit by bit, he ate. I stayed perfectly still, afraid that even the smallest movement might startle him.

And then—he finished. A wide grin spread across my face as I waited, giving him space to come to me. “That’s my good boy, Mingi! You cleaned your whole bowl!”

What moved me most wasn’t just that he had eaten but the way his tail twitched ever so slightly, his ears lowering at my praise. A small, hesitant reaction—one that spoke volumes, “You deserve a biscuit for being such a good pup for me,” I murmured, reaching for a treat.

The moment I extended my hand, he shrank back, uncertainty flickering in his tired eyes. My heart clenched, but I stayed patient, holding the biscuit steady. Mingi hesitated.Then, little by little, he inched forward, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent—not just of the biscuit but of me.

And then, instead of taking the treat—He licked my fingers. I inhaled sharply, eyes widening as he nudged his snout against my hand, a silent request for something far greater than food.

Trust.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I set the biscuit aside and slowly turned my palm up, letting him sniff, letting him decide. Letting him choose. The moment Mingi nudged his head under my hand, guiding it to rest atop his head, my breath hitched.

“Oh…” I whispered, eyes widening in surprise.

Gingerly, I ran my fingers through his coarse fur, giving him a soft, reassuring pet. His response was immediate—he settled, his body sinking into a more relaxed posture before placing his head in my lap.

A quiet sigh escaped my lips, the weight of the moment settling deep in my chest, “You deserve all the love, baby,” I murmured, my fingers tracing soothing circles against his fur. “You may not understand my words, but I want you to know—you are strong, and I am so proud of you.”

For a long while, I simply sat there, letting the silence wrap around us like a warm embrace. There was no doubt in my heart—this husky wouldn’t have to wait for a new home in a few months. Because I was already here. And I would love him just as fiercely as my two felines would.

“Adopt him. Now.” I barely had time to greet Douyin before he blurted out his demand. His urgency made me chuckle as I glanced down at the adoption papers laid out before me.

“I already am,” I replied, signing my name before stamping it with my personal seal. Mingi sat patiently to the side, his neck still bare—no collar, as the wounds around it were still healing. But he didn’t need one. He was disciplined, and more than that, he was safe now.

After thanking Minnie—the vet Taehyun had spoken so highly of—I stepped outside, Mingi trailing close behind.

“No need to tell me twice, Do. He’s coming home tonight.”

A triumphant cheer rang from the other end of the call, making me laugh. I glanced down at Mingi, who stayed glued to my side as we maneuvered through the bustling sidewalk. His ears flicked at every passing step, his body tense with unease. Without a second thought, I placed a steadying hand on his head, gently reassuring him.

Unlocking the car, I opened the back door and gestured for him to hop in. But instead of climbing inside, Mingi hesitated, his whimper barely audible over the city noise. He shuffled behind me, pressing his body close.

I sighed, a small smile tugging at my lips, “Looks like I’ll need a little help getting him home tonight.”

“He won’t jump in your car?” I hummed in response, watching Mingi carefully. I remained patient, giving him time to adjust. Slowly, he leaned forward, sniffing the seat before—much to my surprise—climbing in on his own. He settled onto the backseat, sitting stiffly but without hesitation.

My mouth hung open. “Well… he climbed in.”

“Either he really trusts you, or it’s that tattoo on your wrist.” Confused, I glanced down—and immediately yelped in shock. An hourglass-like symbol, eerily similar to a loading icon from a computer screen, was now etched onto my skin.

“You gotta see this…” I murmured, my pulse quickening, “Noona… are you cursed?”

I stuttered. “Heh?”

“I mean… Look, I was looking for that in the library the other day, flipping through books on weird ancient symbols that might match whatever’s on your wrist—”

“Wait, wait—Why are you even looking this up? Aren’t you supposed to be in school? Hold on…” I shifted onto one hip, pursing my lips as realization hit me, remembering something big to me. “Prosecutor, huh? When were you gonna tell me that YOU were a PROSECUTOR this whole time? School? Were you in class or in a court trial? Because right now, I’m confused and offended—”

A static and panic sound can be heard at the other side of the phone, “Noona, please calm down! I’ll explain everything when you get home. But seriously, Wooyoung and Hongjoong won’t stop meowing at the door! We’re gonna get noise complaints if you don’t hurry up!” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. 

“Fine, fine. I’m on my way.” Glancing at Mingi, who was curled up on the seat, his body finally at ease, I felt a strange sense of comfort. Whatever was happening, whatever this weird symbol meant, I had a feeling this was only the beginning.

And somehow, I was okay with that. 

What troubled me the most wasn’t just Mingi’s hesitation—it was the way he whimpered and cowered backward as we neared my apartment door—  At first, I didn’t understand. It only truly hit me when we reached my floor, and he outright refused to move— just across mine is the man’s old apartment. Apparently, he got evicted because he didn't pay rent for almost 3 months now. Additionally to his problems, he was sentenced to jail for 6 months to 2 years.

I sigh softly as I look at Mingi. His ears flattened, tail tucked between his legs, body sinking lower to the floor like he wanted to disappear. I sighed, pulling out my phone. “Douyin, I need you to open the door please.”

Within seconds, Douyin was already standing in the doorway, his expression shifting from confusion to realization as he took in the scene. Wooyoung and Hongjoong sat beside him, tails swishing curiously as they watched the whole thing unfold.

Mingi let out a low whimper and lay down on his stomach, pressing himself against the cold floor. My heart clenched, “It reminds him too much of that bastard’s room…” Douyin muttered darkly.

I shot him a look, silently warning him to watch his language, before sighing sharply. “We won’t be able to convince him with treats or anything.” Douyin nodded in agreement, but then something in his expression shifted, like a lightbulb flicking on in his head. Without another word, he rushed inside.

I frowned. “Douyin?”

He returned moments later, gripping a blanket in his hands.

“Noona, I’ll cover this part and try to urge him inside.” With that, he extended the blanket like a makeshift curtain, shielding the door and half of the hallway, leaving only the warm, inviting light of our apartment visible. 

I crouched down beside Mingi, running a soothing hand over his head. “See, baby? It’s safe.” His nose twitched as he cautiously lifted his head, eyes flickering between the dimly lit corridor and the bright, open space beyond the blanket. This was going to take patience, but if it meant helping Mingi take that first step toward healing, then I was willing to wait as long as it took.

I smiled softly, my gaze dropping to Mingi. To my surprise, Wooyoung and Hongjoong were already nudging their heads against him, their small bodies weaving around his legs like gentle whispers of reassurance.

My heart swelled. “Come on, baby, it’s okay.” Little by little, the two felines swerved beneath him, encouraging him to move forward. Mingi hesitated, his large paws pressing into the floor as if the weight of his fears held him back, but with their guidance—and my quiet support—he finally took those steps inside.

The moment we crossed the threshold, Douyin stepped in behind us, immediately draping the blanket over my head before scurrying past me toward Mingi, “Finally! A dog!” he declared, pure excitement in his voice.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I pulled the blanket off and neatly folded it before placing it on the sofa. I barely had time to settle before two familiar heads nudged at my hands, “Hello~” I cooed, scratching under their chins. “Have you guys been naughty to Douyin while I was gone?”

The only response was a pair of playful meows before the two perched themselves on the back of the sofa, their tails flicking lazily. Mingi padded toward me, his eyes holding a quiet trust that made my chest ache. Without hesitation, he lowered his head onto my lap, exhaling softly. I ran my fingers through his fur, smoothing down the rough patches. “Hey, baby, are you hungry?”

Before he could respond in his own way, Douyin flopped down onto the floor beside Mingi, his face twisting into a pout. “Aww, why does he like you more?”

I let out a small sigh, already recognizing the problem. Meeting Douyin’s gaze, I spoke gently but firmly. “It’s because men are what he’s still traumatized about. He’s also not used to having a woman around him—much less one who actually cares for him. Just bear with him, Do.”

Douyin’s expression shifted from playful annoyance to quiet understanding. He nodded, his gaze softening as he observed Mingi. “He must’ve been through hell if even being near a guy is enough to scare him…”

I hummed in agreement, my fingers never stopping their soothing motions over Mingi’s head. “Yeah… but we’ll take it one step at a time.” And in that moment, I promised myself—I would make sure Mingi never had to be afraid again.

Week after week, month after month, Mingi slowly healed—not just physically, but in ways I never imagined. The once fragile husky, hesitant and wary of the world, had transformed into a vibrant soul who embraced the warmth of his new life. His fur, once dull and rough from neglect, now gleamed under the soft glow of our apartment lights, silky and smooth beneath my fingers. The wound around his neck, the painful reminder of his past, had finally closed, leaving behind only faint scars that told a story of survival.

Yet, what Douyin and I hadn’t expected was just how lively Mingi truly was beneath all that past hurt. He was a ball of endless energy, a jolly pup with a heart far bigger than his body could contain. His playful antics outshined even Wooyoung’s, and that was saying something.

I adored the way he would bounce on his paws whenever I stepped through the door after my shift at the café, his excitement practically vibrating off the walls. Sometimes, he would pretend to be a mighty hunter, crouching low before pouncing on my feet like a mischievous pup, tail wagging furiously. Meanwhile, Douyin—drenched from head to toe, thanks to Mingi’s overenthusiastic greeting—could only sigh in defeat.

It amazed me how much he had grown to love Douyin’s presence, something I once thought impossible. Even Taehyun, who frequently stopped by for check-ups since we still have a hard time having Mingi outside our apartment, had earned a spot in Mingi’s heart.

Today was no different. As Taehyun sat comfortably on the couch, he held out a flyer, an amused chuckle escaping his lips. I tilted my head in curiosity, and beside me, Mingi mimicked the action, his ears perked up in confusion.

“A training ground?” I echoed, reaching for the paper.

Taehyun nodded, the corner of his lips twitching at the sight of both me and Mingi reacting the same way. “Yeah, just a few streets down. It’s an open program for all dogs, no matter their background.” My eyes skimmed over the details, noting the program’s emphasis on not just physical training but emotional and mental strengthening.

“This could really help Mingi,” Taehyun continued, his voice gentle but firm. “It’ll build his confidence and independence. You’ve done an amazing job helping him heal, but you don’t want him to become overly dependent on you. Unlike the two felines, he needs to develop trust in himself too.”

I looked up from the flyer, my gaze settling on Mingi, who was already watching me with those soulful eyes, his tongue slightly hanging out. He didn’t understand the conversation, but the trust he had in me was unwavering.

My lips curled into a soft smile. “Okay,” I murmured, giving his head a reassuring pat. “We’ll be there.” And as Mingi leaned into my touch, tail thumping against the floor, I knew this was the next step—not just for him, but for both of us.

If my stunned expression was anything to go by, I could only imagine what Mingi’s face looked like. And oh, how I wished I had my phone ready to record it.

Our gazes were locked onto the chaos in front of us—the training ground was alive with dogs zipping through obstacle courses like lightning bolts. Some leaped effortlessly over towering hoops, others raced up and down ramps with thrilling speed, and a few even rang the towering bells perched high on the boards—so high that even a human would struggle to reach. And yet, here were these dogs, defying limits and expectations.

Mingi, on the other hand, stood frozen beside me, his mouth slightly agape, his ears flicking in bewilderment. If a dog could have a "shocked beyond belief" expression, he was wearing it perfectly.

Clearing my throat, I turned to Taehyun, trying to ignore my own second hand nerves. “Uh… is there something we should know first before we start?”

Taehyun nodded, his professional demeanor slipping back into place as he strode toward one of the trainers. He returned moments later with a sleek, muscular Doberman at his side. The moment Mingi caught sight of the intimidating dog, he immediately cowered, ears flattening as he instinctively backed up against my legs.

Taehyun glanced at me apologetically, a small crease forming between his brows. “As much as I want to stay and guide you two, I’ve got a surgery back at the clinic that I can’t delay.”

I offered him a small, reassuring smile, gently patting his arm. “It’s okay, don’t be late, Doc.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You and your nicknames.” Still, he gave me a brief, warm hug before turning to the trainer and giving him a formal goodbye. “I’ll leave them in your hands, Bangchan.”

With that, he waved one last time before disappearing through the exit.

I turned back to the trainer, who had an easygoing smile on his lips as he extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Chris, but just call me Bangchan. And here is my buddy, Yeo.” He gestured to the Doberman, who, as if understanding he was being introduced, lifted his head slightly in acknowledgment.

Mingi, however, nearly jumped out of his skin at the simple movement. Despite him being close with Douyin but with other people— most especially strangers who are men—- were still not in his cup of tea.

Bangchan noticed immediately, his sharp eyes softening with understanding. Without hesitation, he crouched down to Mingi’s level, making himself less intimidating as he kept his movements slow and non-threatening. Mingi’s paws shifted nervously against the dirt, his tail tucked tightly between his legs.

“It’s okay, bud,” Bangchan spoke in a gentle, reassuring tone, his eyes kind. “No one’s gonna hurt you here.” I swallowed, watching the small yet significant moment unfold. This was going to be a big step for Mingi. But as I knelt beside him, stroking his fur in quiet encouragement, “You’re okay, baby.”

"Hey there, bud, it’s okay." Bangchan’s voice was soft, reassuring. He gestured toward the Doberman beside him. "Yeo’s a gentle pup, just like you. You two are probably around the same dog age."

From his pocket, Bangchan retrieved a small treat and extended it toward Mingi. At first, my husky hesitated, his ears twitching as he eyed the offering with suspicion. But then his nose twitched, drawn to the scent, and with careful movements, he took the treat from Bangchan’s palm before immediately retreating behind me, seeking the comfort of my presence.

I smiled at his cautious but brave attempt, my heart swelling with pride.

Bangchan straightened, watching Mingi thoughtfully. “From the looks of it, we’ll start him off with light playground training for now. It’ll help him adjust to the environment and build self-awareness before we work on his confidence. We don’t want to overwhelm him just yet.”

I nodded, glancing at Yeo, the imposing yet graceful Doberman standing by Bangchan’s side. His sleek, dark coat gleamed under the overhead lights, his posture poised and strong. But what caught my attention was the subtle twitch of his nose as he turned his head toward me.

I stilled as Yeo stepped forward, closing the space between us with measured, deliberate movements.

Then, to my surprise, he nudged my wrist—right where my tattoo was.

I instinctively let him sniff my palm, my fingers barely moving as they hovered over his head. Something about the moment made my pulse slow, as if time had briefly paused. And then, as if following some unseen instinct, I let my hand gently settle on his head.

A strange sensation traveled up my arm—not excitement, not fear, but something else. Something deeper. A connection. Yeo's posture shifted, his frame relaxing in a way that felt... familiar. As though he had found something he wasn’t expecting—something even more comforting than the treats Bangchan had in his pocket.

My eyes traced over his features, taking in the rich brown of his gaze and the sharp lines of his face. It was then that I noticed the red patch near his left eye. I frowned slightly, curiosity bubbling inside me. I ran my fingers through his silk-like fur, my mind swirling with questions, but before I could speak, Yeo pressed his head closer into my touch.

And that was when a low, warning growl rumbled from behind me.

I turned to see Mingi, his posture still somewhat timid, but his stance firm, his tail raised slightly in agitation. His body language was clear—he wasn’t a fan of whatever was happening between me and Yeo, “Hey hey baby, it’s okay.”

Yeo moved back towards his trainer, Bangchan let out a quiet hum, his expression unreadable, "That’s... surprising."

I blinked, looking up at him. "What do you mean?" He stroked Yeo’s snout gently before giving the Doberman’s nose a small, affectionate bop. Yeo barely reacted, still staring at me with that same quiet intensity.

"Yeo rarely interacts with people," Bangchan finally said, nodding for me to follow him as he led us toward another section of the training grounds. I walked beside him, Mingi staying close to my side. Bangchan continued, his voice calm but laced with something heavier—something sorrowful.

"After he was intentionally left behind in a burning house by his owner, he stopped trusting people. He won’t go near kitchens or anywhere with fire. No matter how much I tried, he never let anyone get this close to him."

My steps faltered slightly as the weight of his words sank in. Yeo had suffered. And yet, here he was, standing next to me—choosing to trust me. I looked down at him again, and for the first time, I truly saw him. Not as just another well-trained dog, not as a mere companion to Bangchan, but as something more.

A survivor.

My mouth fell open as I stared at the Doberman in front of me. Yeo, the dog who supposedly never trusted humans, was standing by my side as if he had known me all his life. Mingi, after his brief display of irritation, softened. His ears twitched, and after a moment of hesitation, he leaned his head slightly toward Yeo as we walked. A silent gesture of empathy.

A small, proud smile tugged at my lips as I ran my fingers through Mingi’s soft fur, feeling the warmth of his unspoken understanding. When we finally reached the facility, I was taken aback.

It wasn’t just a training center—it was a playground. Bright, lively, and filled with various obstacles meant for agility and confidence training. I glanced at Mingi, noting how his ears perked up with curiosity. His tail waved excitedly from side to side, his previous nervousness replaced by pure enthusiasm.

I chuckled and crouched down beside him. “Do you wanna play, baby?”

It was like talking to a child, and the way Mingi’s eyes sparkled with joy was answer enough. The moment Bangchan gave the go-ahead, Mingi bolted toward the playground, zooming through the space like he had just been given a second wind.

Bangchan crossed his arms, watching the energetic husky with amusement. “Well… looks like he loves indoor games.” I hummed in agreement, my gaze following Mingi as he bounded around with boundless energy.

But a small worry gnawed at me. “Will he be able to overcome them?” I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. Bangchan, however, responded without hesitation. “Of course, he will. You just have to believe in yourself and in Mingi. Your connection with him is what strengthens his soul.”

I turned to him, slightly intrigued by the certainty in his voice. “You sound like someone who’s experienced this before.” He chuckled, patting Yeo’s side before the Doberman suddenly ran off to join Mingi. The two dogs hesitated only for a second before naturally falling into a playful rhythm—chasing, teasing, and testing each other’s speed.

Bangchan watched them fondly before shifting his attention back to me, “Believe it or not, I’ve been having the strangest experiences with animals lately.”

That piqued my curiosity. I leaned in slightly, sensing there was more to his words. Noticing my intrigue, he smirked and leaned closer as well, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret, “It started with a tuxedo cat. And trust me, I was never a cat person. But the moment I took care of that little guy, something just… clicked. Like, even though I had no idea what I was doing, it didn’t matter. I loved that cat anyway.”

I hummed, noticing a pattern, “And then,” he continued, his eyes flickering with amusement, “I met this fox.”

I blinked. “A fox?”

Bangchan nodded. “Don’t get me wrong—my family owns a cabin near the mountains, so I knew I’d run into wildlife sooner or later. But I wasn’t expecting to actually take care of one.” His words settled in my mind, stirring something deep inside me. Because lately… I had been experiencing something eerily similar.

I bit my lip, nerves twisting in my stomach as I debated whether to open up. But if Bangchan had experienced something similar, maybe talking about it would help me make sense of this strange situation.

With a small breath, I adjusted my wristwatch and held out my arm, revealing the tattoo on my wrist. Bangchan’s eyes lit up the moment he saw it. “That’s an amazing tattoo. Is it finished?”

I shook my head. “Believe it or not, I never planned on getting a tattoo. But this… it just appeared when I first adopted Mingi—or maybe even before that.” His eyebrows shot up, his entire posture shifting as he turned to face me completely. Resting his arms on the railing, he studied me carefully. “Wait, hold on. It just appeared?”

I nodded, lowering my gaze. “I know it sounds weird, but that’s the only way I can explain it. And honestly… I’ve been struggling to accept this whole situation.” Bangchan was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then, with a sharp exhale, he reached up and undid two buttons of his shirt.

My eyes widened, and I quickly looked away. Bangchan chuckled, clearing his throat to get my attention back. “Relax, I’m not stripping,” he teased.

Slowly, I turned back to him—only for my breath to hitch when I saw what he was showing me. On his back, slightly obscured by his shirt, was an incomplete flower, its petals frozen mid-bloom.

Without thinking, my fingers reached out, tracing the delicate lines. The sensation sent a strange tingle up my arm, the same one I’d felt when Yeo first nudged my tattoo.

Bangchan let me observe it for a moment before he pulled his shirt back on. “I almost gave my parents a heart attack when this showed up during my sister’s pool party,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But yeah, it started when I found this baby chick near my home.”

Something clicked in my mind. He said this was his third animal. Just like me.

I swallowed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think…?”

Bangchan met my gaze, and the look in his eyes told me we were thinking the exact same thing.

This was more than just coincidence.The tattoos, the animals—everything felt like part of something bigger. As we turned our attention back to the two pups playing together, something deep inside me stirred. Maybe these encounters weren’t just random.

Maybe they were meant to happen. Maybe… this was a quest. Not just to find them—but because they were destined to find me.

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Song of the day:

Say My Name - ATEEZ

[dawn-iscozy]

“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ ii ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning  ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ fallin’ for you ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in this part and kinda littered through the rest of the fic, too (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 6.3k

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

CHAPTER WARNINGS: aftercare continued from the first part, san in the shower, he’s sexy but also soft, like sososo soft i fell in love while writing this, food/eating, this is mostly just fluffy but apparently i can’t write a single scene without any nervous/anxious or sexual tension

ii: soft & warm

They ended up ordering food in rather than looking around the kitchen or going out when she, face very red, admitted that she was too tired and a little too sore to want to go out to search for some. The two men were gracious, and admittedly a little smug, in their acceptance of her admission. Admitting themselves that they were too spent to try to find something to whip up for them all to eat and, laughing, also admitted that they didn’t have much food to choose from in the apartment in the first place.

Instead, they gave her a cool glass of water and when she finished the whole glass, ushered her into the bathroom for a shower. 

Wooyoung was quick to drop a kiss to her head and leave to go order the food. San stayed in the bathroom with her. She didn’t ask him to, but she was glad that he did as she stood shivering, feet just that little bit too cold against the tile of the bathroom floor and goosebumps lining her skin. Warm hands lifted her up onto the counter, and she squeaked. The counter was cold against her naked bottom, but she found herself warming up at his casual display of strength. At the way his muscles shifted and flexed beneath his skin as he walked away and started the shower, as he walked back over and started to rifle through a drawer between her now-parted legs. 

Rora’s breath caught and she forced her legs to be still, to not close around his waist or pull him closer than he already is. He looked so good standing there, his heat and the smell of his cologne washing over her. 

She watched him in silence as he searched through another drawer, the tension releasing from her body when he released a sound of triumph, holding up a still-packaged toothbrush. She giggled, and he turned to her, eyes skimming over her face, dimples on display. His expression was soft, his head tilting as her face warmed under his gaze. He chuckled, placing the toothbrush down to help her slide off the counter. 

“Come on,” he murmured, hands smoothing along her sides as he guided her inside the walk-in shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” 

Simply nodding, she allowed him to navigate her body in front of his and under the water. A gasp slipped from her at the sudden temperature change, body tensing, and she couldn’t help the step away from the water she made. San chuckled when she ended up pressed right against his front, those hard muscles shifting under soft, wet skin. “Is the water okay? Too hot?” he asked, hands smoothing over her hair and down her back. 

Her cheeks flushed, and she took a tentative step back to let the water wash over her once again. “It’s…it’s fine,” she mumbled. “I’m sensitive to temperatures sometimes. Just gotta get used to it.”

She glanced up at him through her lashes to see him nodding, a soft smile on his face. His fingers tipped her chin up. “Look at me, darling. Let me see those pretty eyes.” His voice was soft, only the slightest hint of grit underneath. Her heart fluttered as she did as he said, blinking up at him through her embarrassment and shyness. “There they are,” he mused quietly, thumb sliding down her jaw. 

Her skin tingled at his words, and she felt herself relaxing under his gaze. 

“There you go, darling, just relax for me.” His lips were pressed against her forehead before he was crowding closer to her. She shivered at his words, barely containing the gasp that bubbled in her chest, and looked back to see different products lined up on two different shelves. “Wanna smell like me or Youngie?” 

She thought back to the way Wooyoung smelled when she was in his lap, face tucked into his neck post-orgasm, his smell washing over her senses. That intoxicating musk and comforting wood and sweet floral. Light yet undeniably strong. “Youngie,” she answered softly, with no hesitation. “Wanna smell like Youngie, please.” She didn’t care that she was practically bouncing as she said it, didn’t care that she was almost begging San, not when he was looking at her like she just might be the cutest thing he had ever seen.  

San chuckled, reaching for a bottle on the left. “Alright,” he said. “Wet your hair, and I’ll wash it, okay?”

She was already doing as he suggested by the time it fully registered, and her eyes popped open under the streams of water to blink up at him. “You don’t have to do that for me, San,” she murmured, eyebrows furrowing. 

San moved her away from the direct stream of water. “I want to, darling,” he murmured as he popped open the lid of the shampoo and squeezed some out into his palm. She blinked up at him, voice stuck in her throat at the new nickname. He grinned, and then his strong hands were working in her hair. 

A soft groan fell from her lips, eyes closing in bliss as his fingers massaged through her hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at her scalp. Shivers of delight worked down her spine, brain fogging up in the most wonderful way. A “good girl” was whispered in her ear as he rinsed the bubbles from her hair, a strong arm looping around her back to hold her up as she drifted, letting him just take care of her. 

“Darling,” San said, tickling his fingers up the curve of her waist. “Darling, need you to come back for a minute.” 

“Sorry, sorry. M’here,” she murmured, sighing. Her heavy eyes opened, lashes spiked from the water, the added weight threatening to force them closed again. Regardless of her sleepiness, she smiled up at him. 

“Hi there, sleepy head.” He tickled her sides again, and she giggled softly, leaning into him and letting her eyes open. “Gonna wash you now. Is that okay? Can I touch you?”

She hummed. “Yes, Sannie,” she said, “As long as I can wash you too.”

His responding grin was blinding. “Of course you can, darling.” His strong hands lightly kneaded at her hips before he reached around her for Wooyoung’s body wash. Her nose lit up with the wood and musk that she imagined would soon be permanently embedded in her senses as San’s hands smoothed over her skin, soft though rough with callouses that she imagined he got from years of exercising. She couldn’t help the heat threatening to pool low in her belly or the soft moans that bubbled past her lips.

San groaned, pulling her closer to his body. But whatever he was going to say was stopped by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She startled, pushing further against San and peeking through the glass of the shower to see Wooyoung there. “Sorry,” he said as he walked in, closing the door with his foot. He had clothes in his arms, and he was no longer in his outfit from before. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a large black shirt. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything. But the others came back earlier than I thought they would, and I thought I should warn you.” 

His eyes swept over her, lingering where her breasts were smashed against San and the curve of her hips for a moment or two before finally coming to rest on her face. He sent her a soft smile, watching as her brows furrowed as what he said finally clicked. 

“Others,” she murmured, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. The word came out thick, laced with quickly evaporating sleep, but even so, there was a noticeable tremor in her voice. She wanted to kick herself, letting herself and her courage from earlier in the night drift away without her even noticing. Or maybe that was all the alcohol. Of course they had roommates. The apartment was much too large for just the two of them, and if she had been more aware, she would have noticed it sooner. There were three other doors in the hallway, all of them closed, and they had gone past all of them. 

San’s hand smoothed over her arm lightly. “Stay calm, darling,” he murmured in her ear, and she forced herself to take a breath. “Let’s get you dry and in some comfy clothes, hmm?”

“But…you?” Rora was pouting. She knew she was, but she didn’t even try to fix her expression. Not with that soft look on his face, and not when she was trying to distract herself from the sudden wave of nerves. His eyes spoke of something like adoration, soso soft, with the barest hint of a smile to accompany it. She preened under that look, letting herself bask in the warmth of it, like a cat that found a sunny spot on the floor. 

“It’s okay.” San kissed her temple, gently maneuvering her from under the water. “I can finish washing up while Wooyoung helps you dry off, and you two can talk, okay?”

She watched with wide eyes as the water fell over him, too astounded by the sight of it to feel worried. His eyes were closed, head tipped back. He was smirking, like he could feel her gaze on him. His hands pushed his wet hair back, and her eyes fixated on the bulging and flexing of his biceps.

Wooyoung’s chuckle is what brought her back, and she blushed when the shower door opened, his amusement on full display to her. “I know Sannie’s attractive, but we gotta get you dried off, sweetheart,” he said.

Nodding, she stepped out. A towel was immediately wrapped around her, and she giggled as another towel was plopped right on her head. Wooyoung giggled right alongside her, and his grinning face came into her line of sight when the towel on her head was lifted. 

His eyes were sparkling in the light of the bathroom, and she was struck by just how beautiful happiness looked on him. She stared at him as his face sombered the slightest bit, showing his focus as he moved the towels over her skin and hair. His touch was gentle, gentler even than she was with herself after a shower. The towel barely scraped her skin and the smile never fell from his face, not even when he moved to help her dress. 

All she could do was watch him and hope her eyes didn’t look as soft as she felt at that moment. 

Wooyoung dressed her in a large hoodie that smelled like fabric softener and warm leather and spiced chocolate - Sannie’s, he said - and fell over her thighs, a pair of boxers that clung to her in a funny, almost uncomfortable way, and a pair of socks that were way too big. But she didn’t complain, helping him lift her to sit on the counter. He settled himself on the other side of the sink, legs folded up, sock-covered feet in the sink so he could turn to look at her. “Sannie and I don’t live here alone,” he started. It was a blunt way to start the conversation, and although her heart gave a start at the suddenness of it, she appreciated that he jumped right into it. “We have two other roommates, and they came home while I was ordering the food. If you aren’t comfortable with more people being around, we can eat in my room or in Sannie’s. Or you can…you can go home and we can meet up to talk another time.”

Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. She took a breath, reaching inside herself for the courage to give him the honesty that she had given him and San earlier in the night. She didn’t want to go back to her apartment and her lonely bed. “I don’t want to go home yet. I…want to stay,” she said softly, curling her legs up to wrap her arms around them. “If that’s okay.”

“More than okay,” he said, leaning forward over his knees. His eyes were wide and earnest, his smile soft. “We would love for you to stay. Do you want to eat in my room or out in the living room?”

The water cut off, and silence spread through the bathroom. Her gaze shifted from Wooyoung’s as San exited the shower, watching as he grabbed a towel that was hanging and began to dry himself off. She forced her eyes back to Wooyoung and gulped. “Are your roommates…Do they know I’m here?” 

“Yes,” he said. “They knew that me and San went out together, and they noticed your heels and dress in the living room.”

“Does…this kind of thing happen often?” 

“What? Me and San bringing someone home? That person staying the night? Or the roommates coming back early?” he asked, brows lifting playfully. He must have seen something in her face, because his face softened, turned thoughtful, and he leaned forward some more so that all she could do was look at him. “Us bringing someone home to share - it isn’t…uncommon, but it isn’t a regular occurance, either. It’s something we do when we have a little extra steam we need to blow off. Usually, when we decide we want to do something like this, the person we bring home doesn’t stay longer than the sex and we never see them again after.”

“Oh,” she breathed. She looked down at her feet, dangling over the edge of the counter. It didn’t quite feel like she was intruding, but even if Wooyoung and San had explicitly asked her to stay, she wasn’t sure if she should be there. 

Movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention, bringing her back out of her thoughts. San was at her side by then, bare chest brushing her covered shoulder, droplets of water darkening the fabric. “We want you here, darling,” he murmured. 

“Our roommates are roommates, but they’re also some of our best friends. Their schedules are unpredictable sometimes, and they’ve come home to see some pretty…interesting stuff.” He paused when he noticed her gaze unfocusing, and he took in the changes of her expression as she imagined what kinds of things could have been happening between San, Wooyoung, and some nameless person. What all could happen with her. 

A chuckle by her ear brought her back to the conversation. She pointedly ignored the heat in her face and between her legs, forcing herself back to the conversation. Hands settled on her shoulders, and her gaze shifted to see San now bending down to her eye level. “I don’t know what exactly you’re worried about, but they aren’t likely to ask any questions or tease you. Me and Wooyoung, maybe, but not you. They’ve always been respectful about it, and never bring it up in a negative way. Not to us and especially not to anyone else.”

Silence overtook the bathroom again as she thought, eyes trailing after San as he walked over to the door. He sent her a wink before slipping out into the hall, towel hanging on his hips. “Have they eaten yet?”

“I don’t know. Probably not, they both just got back from work. After closing, they usually just want to come home.”

Her lips pouted out at that. It was late, the sun having set long ago, and she knew that she would have been more than just a little grumpy if her friends were to pull her away from food and rest after an extra long shift at work. “Let’s…let’s all eat together,” she said finally. 

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” 

She nodded, hands twisting in the fabric of the hoodie. “It’s their home, too,” she said. “I’m just a guest here. They shouldn’t feel uncomfortable or forced to change their usual routines because I’m here. Will there be enough for us all?”

“We can always cook up something quick to have with it.” Woo grinned. “Trying to butter up our friends, sweetheart?”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Maybe,” she mumbled, her fingers coming up to press against her lips. The door opened again before she could say anything else, cooler air coming in as San’s broad figure filled the doorway. He was shirtless, a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips. Her lips parted, teeth finding the pads of her fingers as she forced her eyes back to his face. 

A dark brow raised, lips quirked up at the corner. His eyes stayed on her for a moment, looking her up and down. She felt warm under his gaze, desirable and soft, and the feeling lingered even after it shifted over to Wooyoung, who was sliding off the countertop.

 “Sannie, did you ask Yunho and Jongho if they’ve eaten yet?”

Something about the names niggled at the back of her brain as she moved to slide down from the counter. But any train of thought that could lead to uncovering that little warning bell was stopped by Wooyoung's hands on her hips. 

“Let me help you,” he murmured, brown eyes wide as they looked at her. She could do nothing but agree, hands clutching his arms as he helped her down. A squeak came from her when he held her tight against him, one of her legs hiked up to his hip. He pressed her body back against the counter, the edge digging into her lower back, and she couldn't help but moan. 

Then, he was stepping away from her, guiding her leg down with a playful smirk. 

“No,” San said finally. Amusement tinged his words, and she refused to turn to look at him. Her eyes betrayed her, straying over to him to take in the way his eyes glinted in the bathroom lighting, wide shoulders shaking as they filled the now open doorway. Sounds filtered in and echoed around the space, and she could make out laughter and the sounds that could only come from an action scene in a movie. “I didn’t ask them, but I’m sure they haven’t. Why?”

“Rora wants to eat with them and make sure they’ve eaten something - such a little angel,” Wooyoung said, slinging an arm around her shoulders and guiding her past San’s body, out into the hallway. His nose nuzzled into her still-damp hair, his teasing chuckle echoing in her ear. She whined, hiding her face in his chest as they walked. He carded his fingers through her hair, combing through the tangles as he spoke to San again, “Do you think you could make something to eat with the takeout?”

“Ramyun?” San suggested. She let out a noise of excitement at that, causing the two men to chuckle. “Okay, ramyun it is. What did you order, anyway?”

“Fried chicken.” 

Her stomach growled, despite the fact that she had already eaten dinner for the night. Granted, it had been hours. She ate just before the sun had started to set, and she had been pretty…active since then. And heck, if some fried chicken and ramyun didn’t sound magnificent at that moment. 

“Hungry, sweetheart? Did you work up an appetite?” Wooyoung asked. His voice lowered, went breathy. Soso sexy. 

She blushed, but couldn’t help the smile coming to her face. “Certainly,” she said. “Shall we do it again?” She risked a glance up at Wooyoung, her lips ghosting over his clothed chest. She wanted to nibble, bite down into the swell of muscle that could be felt beneath her cheek, but she shied away from doing it. Instead, she rubbed her face against the softness of his shirt, in an admittedly very cat-like move. One that reminded her so much of the same way her cat would when he wanted a treat or headpats. 

He stopped walking at the end of the hallway to look down at her, brows raised. “Certainly,” he rumbled, hand tugging lightly on her hair. Her breath caught in her throat, and he grinned. “Come on, sweetheart. Gotta eat.” As they finally stepped into the light of the living room, the sounds of chatter and a random movie were immediately dimmed by Wooyoung’s whisper, “Maybe later you can be my dessert, hmm?”

She didn’t have the time to react to his words as her eyes swept the living room. Her heels were placed nicely by the door, and her dress, it seemed, had been folded up and settled neatly on the corner of the coffee table, far away from a sweating can of beer beside an empty coaster. 

Movement caught her attention, and she looked through into the kitchen, where San was already starting on the ramyun, the salty, spicy smell already filling the apartment - though, that might have been her stomach influencing her brain. He had on a pink apron, and though it should have looked silly, he still looked amazing. Strong arms and toned back visible in the dim yellow lighting of the apartment. Her mouth was watering, and she wasn’t sure whether it was from the view or the smell. 

“Rora?” 

She jumped, shoulder tensing, lifting almost to her ears, and she turned her head to spy two men sitting together on the sofa. One was tall, really tall, even while sitting. Slightly overgrown brown hair looking like it’s been pushed back a few too many times, big eyes peering at her curiously. Even in sweats and an oversized shirt, a beer halfway to his mouth, he looked familiar. 

The other man looked even more so.

She stood there, mortified, as it sunk in, as she took in the sight of her coworker and the friend she had joined him in eating lunch with earlier that afternoon, sitting on a sofa in casual clothes. His usually neat hair was no longer styled and just the slightest bit mussed, and he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of loose shorts that did little to cover his usually hidden skin. She tried her best not to stare, instead looking back into all-too-familiar eyes. “Jongho?” She took a step back, bumping into Wooyoung. 

“You know each other?” he asked, rubbing a soothing caress down her arm, and her hand twitched at the feeling.

She nodded, releasing a deep breath just as Jongho said, “We work together.”

Wooyoung cursed from behind her, hand coming to her shoulder. “Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?” He turned her around to face him, brows furrowed as he looked at her. She tilted her head, watching as his eyes roamed her face then flicked over her shoulder to Jongho. 

“It’s fine,” Jongho reassured. She imagined his eyes widening, brows lifting to show his sincerity, the way they did when she would tell a stupid joke during their occasional shared lunch and he would try to tell her that it was, in fact, funny, even if he wasn’t laughing. “Unexpected, but fine.” 

At Jongho’s words, Wooyoung's gaze was back on her, his pretty eyes searching her face again. She nodded, smiling up at him and reaching to squeeze his arm. “It’s unexpected and a little awkward, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

“It won’t cause any issues at work?” 

She risked a glance over at Jongho, who had pulled a blanket over his lap and pulled his legs up onto the sofa. Her stomach twisted at the idea that she was making him uncomfortable, knowing that he preferred to be covered up, rarely even wearing shorter sleeves for casual days at work. And here she was, in his home, where he’s meant to be able to be himself, be comfortable. Afraid that he just wasn’t saying anything about it, even though every interaction she’s ever had with him proved him to be a man who would state his objections to situations.

He smiled at her, his eyes soft but wide. Reassuring. Sincere. Familiar. 

Rora let herself relax. 

Her eyes returned to Wooyoung, lingering momentarily on his pouty lower lip before locking with his. “We’re usually too busy to talk much at work, and when we do, it’s rarely ever about our lives outside of work. I won’t bring it up, and I trust Jongho not to say anything that will cause any issues or make me uncomfortable.” 

Harsh buzzing filled the room, and she giggled when Wooyoung jumped at the sudden noise. “That should be the food,” he mumbled. “Sit down, sweetheart. I gotta go downstairs to get it, but I’ll be right back.”

He guided her to sit between the two men on the sofa. She sat there stiffly, feeling exposed now that neither Wooyoung nor San was with her. Her fists were balled on her thighs and back straight, as she watched Woo walk through the door. 

A little snicker got her attention, and she turned to see amusement written all over the tall man’s face. Yunho. He looked just as handsome as he did earlier that day, even in his comfy clothes and even after a long day. His eyes were big, lips spreading into a smile that showed all of his teeth. “Nice to see you again,” he chimed. “It’s a little sooner than anticipated, but I can’t say I’m upset about it.” 

“You know her, too?” 

She turned to see San, pink apron and all, holding a steaming pot with two small pot holders. He set the pot down on the coffee table before going back to the kitchen, only to return seconds later with bowls and utensils. 

“Not really,” Yunho explained, taking the bowl and chopsticks offered to him. “We met when I went to have lunch with Jongho earlier today.” He pushed himself from the sofa to settle on the floor, long legs folding in front of him. She watched as he immediately went for some noodles. A bowl and chopsticks were offered to her, and she took them from San’s grasp. 

Her brows furrowed as she sat beside the tall man, her knee brushing against his. The point of contact was warm and made her skin tingle. She ignored it and turned to face Jongho, brows furrowing further still. “Didn’t we leave work at the same time today? Why are you just now getting home?” Shock covered his face at her questions, and her eyes widened. “Fuck, I’m sorry. That’s a personal question. You don’t have to answer that.” 

The shock left Jongho’s face and his eyes crinkled, a gummy smile lighting up his features. She stared at him in awe, taking in the rare glimpse of innocence on her usually mature looking coworker, the sound of his giggles washing over her. Happiness was gorgeous on him. She was staring, entranced. Unable to look away, though she didn’t think she wanted to look away.  

Someone nudged her arm, snapping her from her stupor. She turned to see Yunho offering her the bowl in his hands. She stuttered out a confused “thank you”, letting him take the other bowl from her grasp. He sent her a wink before turning back to fishing out more noodles. 

Blinking herself from her stupor, she looked back to Jongho to see him settling down beside her. He cleared his throat and reached past her for some noodles of his own. His warmth engulfed her, her heart fluttering as the smell of his cologne momentarily cut through the smells of the food. “It’s fine, by the way. I don’t mind you asking,” he finally said as he rested back against the sofa. He glanced at her briefly before looking at the pot on the table. ��I help out at Yunho’s cafe sometimes when he’s especially short staffed. All of us do. Everyone was busy and he had no one else he could call to help close tonight. So, I offered my help.” He said it nonchalantly, like it was the simplest, most ordinary thing in the world. Like it didn’t have her heart softening as she watched him scoop up and then blow on his first bite of ramyun. 

She didn’t know anything about these men, but she could easily see how much they cared for each other. 

“Ah,” she murmured. It was all she could think to say with her brain melting at the obvious affection in his voice. Her eyes shifted away from Jongho, distracted as San came back. He sat on the other side of the coffee table, right in front of her. His eyes locked with hers, those gorgeous dimples on show as he slid a glass of water over to her. One of his feet slid under the table, nudging at her leg, and he sent her a playful wink. She bit her cheek to stop from giggling.

He was reaching forward, chopsticks already lifting a hefty amount of noodles just as Wooyoung came back with a plastic bag. Her giggle slipped free when Wooyoung absentmindedly patted San’s hair, and San simply blinked up at him. Wooyoung plopped down, shoulder brushing against San’s, and settling the rustling plastic on the table. He sent her a grin at her laughter and reached to open up the box containing the chicken. 

 The smell filled the living room. Her stomach sounded, and with the chuckles of the four men surrounding her, she started eating.

They all ate in silence, the only sounds being that of eating and the movie - one featuring a superhero - still playing. The ramyun was warm and spicy. Almost too spicy for her to handle, but soso good that she couldn’t stop going in for little sips of the soup between noodle refills. She made a mental note to ask San how he prepared it so she could recreate it for herself in the future. The chicken, too, was delicious, the greasiness and crunch satisfying in a way she had never imagined fried chicken ever being outside of that moment.

By the time the food was finished, she was relaxed. Sated. Teetering on the edge of being sleepy again. She leaned back into the couch with a sigh, her shoulders brushing against both Yunho’s and Jongho’s arms as she did so. She melted at the warmth coming from them, enjoying sitting between them, fighting the urge to lean to either side to soak up even more warmth. Her head fell back into the cushions of the sofa, hands smoothing over the blanket that had somehow ended up over her exposed legs and heavy eyes fixed on the ceiling, watching the play of lights and shadows caused by the television.

 She turned her head, Yunho’s side profile filling her vision. His cheeks were full with his last bite of noodles, nose and ears tipped with red, likely from the heat and spice of the ramyun. But he still looked handsome. Like a prince who stepped right out of the pages of a storybook, the kind of man that would sometimes feature in her dreams when she was younger.  

As if he felt her gaze on him, he turned to look at her, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he finished chewing. Her eyes lingered there for a moment, taking in the length of his fingers, the width of his palm, the elegance of the simple move. Her gaze shifted up to see his big eyes blinking at her. Her teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, and she held back a smile when his eyes flickered down at the movement, his ears going red when his gaze came back up to lock with hers again.

She marveled at how kind his eyes looked. Marveled at how this group of friends had so many people with such pretty eyes, how they all had such lovely, easy-to-get-lost-in eyes. She wanted to get lost in the galaxies she found in them, no matter whose. She imagined how easy it would be, exploring the deep, dark depths, discovering different shades of gold, amber, chocolate, coffee - every facet and shift in the brown.

Her heavy eyelids drooped down before she could stop them. When they blinked back open, Yunho’s eyes were crinkled at the edges, his lips spread out into a soft smile, his own head tipped back beside hers. She lingered on his smile, his lips, lovely and almost heart-shaped and suddenly she wondered what they would feel like against her own. 

She took in a sharp inhale, hoping some deep breaths would help her stay awake and change her drifting thoughts. Her eyes blinked, rolled behind her closed eyelids, and when they fluttered open again, she asked the question still lingering on the tip of her tongue. “You own a cafe?” 

Yunho’s smile grew, eyes crinkling nearly into crescents. “I do,” he said. “My friend Mingi and I co-own a comic book cafe. We’re still relatively new, so we don’t get the most business. But the food is good and the coffee is even better!” 

Wooyoung snorted. “Don’t let Mingi hear you call him just ‘your friend’,” he said. “He’ll go on about moral loyalty again.”

Yunho ignored his statement, much to Wooyoung’s chagrin. So, Rora did too, fighting back a grin as Wooyoung uttered a pouty noise. “Oh!” she said, legs curling up under the blanket. “That sounds fun. I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a cafe like that. I’ll have to stop by sometime.” 

“It’s not far from where you and Jongho work,” he said, shifting so that he was facing her, his body scrunched up and an arm under his head on the cushion. It couldn’t have been comfortable, especially not for someone of such height. But with his cheek squished against his arm, pouting his lips out the slightest bit, he still looked equal parts gorgeous and adorable, looking at her like that. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind showing you over lunch sometime.” 

The air shifted on her other side, and she turned her head to see Jongho looking between them. His eyes were wide and clear, star-filled, even as his face was mostly blank. Her brows lifted at him, and his face softened into a smile. “Sure, we can go on Monday, if you want,” he said. “And you can meet some more of our friends. Mingi will be there, and maybe one of the others. Those two never really can keep any employees for long.”

She sat up in her excitement, practically vibrating in her spot. “Yes, please,” she said, grin on full display to all the men in the room. Yunho and Jongho chuckled from either side of her, and she found herself giggling along even as her gaze strayed to the two men in front of her. 

Wooyoung and San were watching her, seemingly sharing in her excitement. She couldn’t quite read their expressions, but their faces were soft, eyes warm, lips tipped up at the corners. She basked in their stares, welcomed it, feeling warm under their gazes. 

She literally just met these men, but Rora never wanted them to stop looking at her. Never wanted to stop looking at them. And there were more of them? Her heart kicked up in her chest at the idea of meeting more men like these four, of discovering more about them, of them wanting her to meet them. 

Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on the table, chin in her sweater-covered hands so she could stare right back at them. Their shoulders were brushing, looking so calm and comfortable next to each other that she almost wished she was sitting between them, sharing their warmth and comfort, even if she was still technically a stranger to them. Her bottom lip poked out, her heavy lashes swooping down, fluttering. It had to be the sleepiness making her delusional. Or it was just the way these men made her feel so accepted and content in herself and with the situation - whatever it really was - in such little time. 

There was no judgment to be felt in the room, and she couldn’t remember a time where she had been so at ease in any group setting so quickly. 

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked. His voice cut through the sleepy haze of her mind, and her eyes blinked open to see him copying her pose, his chin settling in the palm of his hand. The move lengthened his throat and brought her attention to the sharpness of his features, the light doing wonders for his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. She wanted to leave kisses there. To nibble, bite, leave marks. Rora’s mouth went dry, and she gulped when his lips tipped up playfully to let her know that she was caught in her admiration, his teeth sinking into his full lower lip. “Ready for bed?”

She was nodding before she could even think about it. She was no longer tired, feeling more than energized, as his eyes moved over her face. But she wouldn’t mind being in bed, especially with this man. Low laughter came from behind her. Her cheeks warmed as she ignored the two men flanking her, and her eyes shifted over to San. His eyes were narrowed, head tilted, and she was sure that he was able to read every expression that crossed her face.

Rora scrambled to stand as San and Wooyoung did, heart spiking up into her throat as she stumbled. Large hands caught her before she could fall back against the sofa, one on her hip and the other on her lower back. Looking down, she followed the long arm to see Yunho now sitting up, looking up at her with equal parts concern and amusement. “Be careful there, honey,” he said, chuckling lightly.

Someone grabbed her hand. She blinked, looking away from Yunho to spy Jongho. He looked surprised, like he hadn’t meant to do it. But he didn’t let go, even as his cheeks colored with pink, simply helping her around the table and murmuring out his own “be careful” as he handed her off to a very amused San. 

[anxiouscherubs]

₊˚ෆ [f] fluff ₊˚ෆ [s] smut ₊˚ෆ [a] angst ₊˚ෆ

kim hongjoong

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ nothing yet...

park seonghwa

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ nothing yet...

jeong yunho

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ light me up - idol!yunho x plussize!atiny!reader x idol!mingi ~ the one where you run into yungi at the hotel bar the night before the concert and they can't get enough of you. [s] (read it on AO3!)

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ find you in my heart - yunho x reader ~ best friends to lovers ~ the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve... what's been in front of you all along. [s] [a] [f] (read it on AO3!)

kang yeosang

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ wip/coming soon...

choi san

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ nothing yet...

song mingi

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ light me up - idol!mingi x plussize!atiny!reader x idol!yunho ~ the one where you run into yungi at the hotel bar the night before the concert and they can't get enough of you. [s] (read it on AO3!)

jung wooyoung

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ wip/coming soon...

choi jongho

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ nothing yet...

[atinysz]

♡ Wooyoung icons, por @sector1117

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[nightbeforethend]

“when did you know that I liked you?” // ateez

a/n: and just like that I’m back on my bullshit (begging everyone to ignore any typos, I stayed up far too late making these)

also debuting a couple new contact names ☺️

warning(s): swearing

[jievn]

wooyoung in logbook#166

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★ Synopsis: Ateez Men “Accidentally” send you a nude what’s your reaction?

★ content: Ateez men x reader

★ warnings: Smut, Swearing, Size kink??, Mentions of giving oral, Teasing/crack, angst? if you squint your eyes, reader being down bad for the ateez men

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Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

[minkieater]

texting ATEEZ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

────── telling them you ran into your ex at the store

a lil suggestive for some, this was fun !! and my first text thingy so be nice pls big huge giant thank u to @chimivx for the idea <3 ily

kim hongjoong ᰔᩚ

park seonghwa ᰔᩚ

jeong yunho ᰔᩚ

kang yeosang ᰔᩚ

choi san ᰔᩚ

song mingi ᰔᩚ

jung wooyoung ᰔᩚ

choi jongho ᰔᩚ

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XMAS DINNER GOES WRONG – 정우영

⋆ synopsis. it seems like your husband can’t keep it in his pants, not even on a fucking christmas dinner with his family. but, as the lovely wifey you are, you gotta give him some relief, right?

pairing. husband! jung wooyoung & fem! reader.

wc. 3,2k

warnings. smut (mdni!), suggestive language, cussing, almost!! getting caught by wooyoung’s mom (oops), pet names (love, babe, my wife, pretty girl & more), nipple play, wooyoung sucks your entire skin (neck, collarbone, tits and the list can continue…), teasing, wooyoung tears your panties to shreds heh, not dirty—NASTY TALK, begging, yn at some point says “stop” but it’s bc she’s far too blissed out; not bc she actually wanted him to stop, this is alllll consensual!!, unprotected sex, praise ofc, squirting, gut-wrenching fluff in the end ‘cause love him too much.

nic’s notes ⋆ first ff of the xmas event yes sir !! i felt some shit writing this istg (๑/////๑ " )

you know holidays, right?

the perfect opportunity for the entire family to gather and celebrate achievements, blessings, and thousands and thousands of other things. cousins, nephews, aunts, uncles, and even great-grandparents were reunited in that cold and windy winter night. an entire feast was splayed on the table for everyone’s delightfulness, different kinds of foods and smells mixing and creating a delicious, toe-curling experience for anyone’s nostrils.

the hours you had spent shopping for every ingredient for each dish, cutting the vegetables, cooking everything to the exact, perfect point and term really paid off once your and your husband’s family were brought together at the large, dark oak table to celebrate your very first holiday — both families now joined together as one.

nothing could go wrong. the chatting flew as calm and joyful as spring water, sharing experiences and old memories pleasingly, smiles spread like the most enchanting disease—as well as the wholesome ambience, and everything was accompanied by a delightful meal, the well-deserved five star bonus of the evening.

so, if everything was meant to go perfectly, then why the hell was your husband staring at you with the most explicit, sluttiest “fuck me” eyes you’ve ever seen?

wooyoung sat in front of you, his two cousins sitting each on his sides. his plate was rather full, and that had an explanation: he was far too gone and busy burying heart-shaped daggers into your eyes while his hand cupped his cheek, head tilting to his right — his tongue glided over his dry bottom lip every now and then. you’d bet that none of his thoughts were in the bible. ‘cause fuck, even his younger brother would guess that something’s odd about him. that that’s not the usual behavior of his dear older brother.

“yn? darling?” the voice of wooyoung’s mother dragged out quickly of your insulation bubble. her tilted head clearly showed that she had been trying to talk to you for a while. a soft, warming hue of red struck your cheekbones.

as you gyrated your head to meet her worried gaze, you replied. “yes! mrs. jung, ‘m sorry. what were you saying?”

“are you doing fine, sweetie? you were gone for a bit.” she stared at you intently, genuinely worried about her daughter in-law. oh that woman was almost a fallen angel—if not one. if only she knew it was his own son who was to blame—the very last person she’d suspect, and oh, how deliciously ironic that was.

the figure of your husband’s shit-eating grin could be seen out of the corner of your eye—a sight that ignited a fiery rage within you, yet one you couldn’t help but savor, lingering on the view as long as possible before responding to your sweet mother-in-law. “oh, it was nothing. i’m prolly just zoning out because of how tired i am. y’ know, spending the entire day in the kitchen was exhausting.” the cherry on top of the excuse was the little, innocent giggle you emitted by the end. the woman gave you the most pitiful, yet endearing look. she lifted her arm, indicating with her open palm the white stairs, the reflection of the christmas-decorated banister lighting up her eyes.

“oh, sweetheart. you should go rest, it’s pretty late after all.” her gesture softened your heart, chest clenching a bit.

this woman was going to be the death of you! … uhm, never mind. first place is taken by wooyoung, who seems quite excited with the idea of going upstairs with you, by the way. take a guess at what his mind is scheming.

you shook your hands in front of your chest, quickly denying the opportunity. “thank you really, but i’m okay. i’ll just go wash my face.” you excused yourself, hovering your leg over the other and getting yourself up. “maybe that way i can wake up completely.” ending with a little giggle, you started walking towards the staircase when suddenly, the voice of your dear husband rang inside your ears.

“excuse me. i’ll go help my wife.” his foxy eyes curved into crescent moons, and his lips stretched wide, forming an upward line. oh fuck, you were done for.

“oh yes, i was about to ask you to do the same. please, son.” she stated, nodding approvingly. oh what a gentleman she had raised.

you resumed your steps quickly, arriving to the second floor in less than you expected. you turned your head, only to be met with an empty corridor. thank goodness he hadn’t gotten there yet.

or so you thought. ‘cause when you refocused your attention to your front, a pair of arms grabbed you by your waist and swung you around the air in a swift motion as he dragged you to an empty room. the last sound heard in the corridor was the slam of a closing door.

your breathless body was pinned against a cold wall, trapped between two quite familiar, tanned arms. simultaneously, your disoriented irises tried to adjust to the darkness of the room and focus on the feverish, hungry eyes standing in front of you.

“wh… what the fuck was that.” you muttered as the remains of your breath flew away. wooyoung seemed enchanted by your current state though.

“heeey, don’t curse at me like that.” his gentle, cocky voice penetrated your mind like a bullet. knuckles crept up the sides of your exposed arms, providing soothing strokes — goosebumps prickled to life in response. he opened his warm palms and reached to your also bare shoulder, massaging them. “after all, ’m jus’ here to help you.” he pulled his secret weapon and started making out with your neck, licking your flesh like a starving man and spreading wet kisses all over it.

“help me? how are you helping me like this?” you uttered as your breath hitched, head leaning to the side at the right angle to give him enough space.

wooyoung sucked that sensitive spot that always made your eyes roll to the very back of your head, dragging a whine out of you successfully. his chuckle and victorious smirk didn’t go unseen by your already blissed-out self. he leaned back a little to admire you. just for a bit, palms not leaving their place. “you’ll know when we’re done.” his hands moved in a swift motion, arms wrapping around your thighs and shoulders, lifting you effortlessly in a princess carry. “for now, just shut up and enjoy it, hm?”

“w-wooyoung—you know we can’t do this now— angh!” your anxious, flustered self made a futile attempt to reason with wooyoung, hoping he’d remember that both your families were gathered downstairs for a fucking christmas dinner—while he, entirely unbothered, seemed more than eager to spend the evening thoroughly ruining you in the bed just one floor above. and that was clearly shown when he threw you to the bed as if you were the lightest feather and immediately crawled to you.

“c’mon, love. i just wanna help you stay awake” his gravelly voice purred gift next to your ear as his taunting hands played with the sides of your dress, fingertips aching and itching to rip it off you.

he had you underneath him, completely flustered and nervous. he knew you were really anxious about the dinner—you’d spent a whole hour straight ranting about how nerve-wracking the preparations were, only to end up feeling physically ill from the overwhelming surge of dopamine flooding your system. but your reddened cheeks were smiling at him and your plump lips were whispering nasty things to him. holy fuck, how couldn’t he be tempted?

he needed to be balls deep in you. now.

his skillful tongue found home in your neck and collarbone, sucking cute love bites all over. but, your body was still tense, too uneasy at the thought of the possible scenario of someone entering the room and catching the two of you in such a compromising position.

“b-babe, please—hmph”

in a sultry tone, he muttered, “already begging. so fucking cute.” a smirk was drawn on his lips before his hands reached to your cleavage and popped your tits out of your low-cut dress. “y’ want me to fuck you? ‘s that what it is?”

before you could even think of an answer, he dived right into your breasts, licking your sensitive nipples as though they were his favorite toy — because they absolutely were.

god, the incessant thoughts that ran through your head and his tongue lapping around your buds were too much. everything was starting to be too much, and he hadn’t even taken your clothes off. with heightened sensitivity, your lips fell open and a beautiful, sweet melody of your moans and whimpers escaped through them — a delightful melody for your husband’s ears.

impatient hands stripped you of your glittery dress, leaving you with nothing but your black, thin panties. wooyoung took a moment for himself — well, more accurately for you, to admire and revel in your beauty as he should. a rush of blood surged to his cock, making it throb even harder than before. he was no more than a man, overwhelmed by desire. “you’re fucking irresistible, y’ know that?” he started down to where your and his crotch connected, brows furrowing when he saw your clothed pussy. “i think it’s time for this to go.”

a sharp rrrrrip! bounced through the walls and brought your attention. “woo did you just—?!” you followed the movement of his hands, which discarded the shreds of black fabric to the floor. “that was my—! hahh” and his thumb flew right to your already swollen clit, stimulating it with circling motions.

“why’re you whining when you know i’ll buy you ten more pairs,” he whispered as he soaked in the unsteady shiftiness of your body — and for that, he posed a strong yet harmless grip on your waist. his fat thumb worked nonstop over your bud, sending sparks right to it. your body jolted upward at the feeling of his middle and index fingers tracing soft lines up your pink folds. the sight of your walls clenching and relaxing around nothing spun him. “ooh, what a greedy wifey i got.” he chuckled under his breath, gaze stuck to his home — and i mean your cunt. “sooo desperate for my fingers, huh?”

at this point, any sense or unsteady thought had already vanished away, completely replaced by a selfish state of mind. you wanted him to finger you, fuck you, drive you insane. and you wanted it right fucking now. and so you mewled, “god, please just do something.”

“got the name wrong, darling.” and with that, he pushed two fingers at once inside your fluttering walls, tugging a satisfied moan out of you. “it’s wooyoung. or hubby” he giggled. he fucking giggled as he rammed those fingers mercilessly, shooting stars and fireworks filling your vision.

“w-wait stop— baby, please— fffuck!” stuttering words and incoherent gibberish spilled from your swollen lips, too red and slick from how often and harshly you’d bitten them; eyes welling up with tears from the intense pleasure overload.

“stop?” a chuckle rumbled through his chest. “fine then” he withdrew his long phalanges, leaving you empty. completely fucking empty, with velvety and throbbing walls already missing him. you cried as you felt the void of your pulsating pussy, but before you could coax a desperate “please” from your lips, wooyoung grabbed you by the waist. you gasped, as he manhandled you, positioning you on top, naked folds grazing his clothed sex.

you pouted and wooyoung laughed. he was finding this shit way too funny. “since you so nicely begged me to stop, then put your back into it, mm?” a loud smack! reverberated through the walls as his heavy palm landed on the flesh of your ass. “fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl.”

and did he have to tell you twice. desperate, shuddering hands worked on his dress pants, quickly undoing his belt and zipping it down just enough to uncover his rock-hard bulge. you grabbed the band of his boxers and pulled it down as well, his cock springing finally free. with a smooth movement, you took his member and positioned it below you. and just before you sit down on him completely, someone knocked on the fucking door.

the surprise caused you to jolt and lose control, sinking in a faster and sloppier motion than you intended — a loud cry resonating through the thin walls the moment his tip kissed your cervix perfectly. with eyes wide open, you slapped a hand over your mouth, cursing yourself for being so fucking noisy and sensitive and—

“yn? are you in here?” the muffled voice of wooyoung’s mother echoed from the other side of the door.

shit shit shit.

“y-yes, ma’am! i… ’m kinda busy over in here—ugh!” you tried to speak as loud and clear as you could, but wooyoung seemed to be unbothered by your efforts since he grabbed your hips and started swaying your core up and down his girth. up, down, up, down.

you stared at your husband with glaring eyes, stabbing knives into his. fuck, did this man even care about being heard by his own mother? now, with all doubts gone, you’re certain you’ve married a freak.

“are you okay, sweetie? what’s going on over there?”

and you swear you heard the door creaking open, so you exclaimed. “no! everything’s fine!” you yelped, your voice higher-pitched than you intended. “please don’t come in.”

wooyoung chuckled underneath you, soaking in the sight of your nervous self trying to mute your cries as your tits bounced right on his face. he could die right there and then and he’d be happy. “what’s wrong, baby? can’t take it?” he whispered as he gazed directly into your tightly scrunched eyes, your partially open mouth releasing nothing more but silent cries and pleas.

“fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” you hushed soundlessly, yet willingly bouncing up and down his length. the low, manly giggle he uttered spun you. fuck, he had you wrapped up around his finger.

“oookay? uhm, do you know where my son is? is he there with you?”

he grinned. that shit-eating grin you hated so damn much appeared all across his face. “c’mon pretty, tell her the truth. tell her how good i’m fucking you, how good you’re taking my cock, hm?” he growled into your ear, his voice low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine. the sound was intoxicating, clouding your thoughts and turning your mind into mush.

your throbbing walls clenched around him subconsciously, his head rocking back in reaction. “he’s… he’s here with me, h-helping me like he said he would.”

wooyoung seemed utterly satisfied by your answer, his grin only spreading wider. “that’s my wife. so beautiful.”

“perfect then! i’ll see you in a bit then.” after those words, no other sound was heard — other than the wet clapping of your flesh against his hips.

“‘s she gone?” your half-lidded eyes stared down at your husband, who was hugging you by the waist, face deeply buried in your bobbing, soft tits. your hands flew to the back of his head, cupping his neck whilst caressing his raven hair fondly. at your words, his head lifted, and took a glance at your divine expression.

“baby, i didn’t care, not even a second, if she was hearing or not.” his intoxicating, dark irises sent love letters to yours, utterly drunk in love. “i jus’ wanna cum inside your sweet pussy.”

skillful fingers crept to your hardened, overstimulated nipples and all the way down where your bodies collided, positioning right on your clit. his left hand stroked your firm nipple and played with one breast, letting wooyoung’s tongue take care of the other whilst his right hand shifted rapidly over your bundle of nerves.

he fell in love with you again as he saw your back arching into a perfect crescent moon. “good girl.” your loud whines and moans only encouraged him to keep going. “so responsive to me.” he exhaled breathlessly. “fuck, are you about to cum, baby?”

“y-yeah, fuck— woo, i-i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna fucking cum” you yelped as your bounces became sloppier, more desperate and more reckless. wooyoung motivated you by whispering sweet things and heart-melting praises right into your ear.

“cum, baby. cum for me, milk me dry.” and with one last bounce, you sprayed your juices all over him, soaking his pants and white shirt even more.

exasperated grunts and exhales left your husband’s mouth at the sensation of your folds clamping down on him — you definitely understood the assignment of milking him dry. ‘cause your pussy received the hot ropes of cum that his dick spurted out with great pleasure, sucking the life out of his poor, now softened length.

you crumbled down on him, your weakened core landing on top of him with his dick still inside you. your head found home in the crook of his neck as his hand reached to your back, wrapping your waist safely whilst the other provided soothing ministrations to your face. with your last ounce of strength, you pulled the sheets over your naked bodies, an even warming sensation drowning the both of you.

“fuck” was all you could mutter. “how’re we going to get back there, they’re waiting for us.”

wooyoung hummed thoughtfully, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and brushing against your skin. “we could pretend we fell asleep. with that, they shouldn’t suspect a thing.”

“hey that’s actually a great id—“

the door creaked open and your bodies jerked softly. the both of you knew exactly what to do, so your eyes flew shut. wooyoung even started snoring quietly to add a spec of realism to the scene.

the sound of your mothers’ voice echoed through your ears. “she said wooyoung was helping… her” wooyoung’s mom immediately lowered her voice as she took in the scene. an almost soundless aww escaped your mom’s lips.

“well sure he was helping her.” your mother sighed at the wholesome moment she had the luck of appreciating.

“i think he was massaging her. ‘cause when i knocked on the door, i could hear like— muffled sounds, that seemed like moans.” she stated, and you froze in place — well, not like you could move an inch. “at first i was confused, but then she clarified that wooyoung-ah was helping her “like he said he would”” she remarked your words as if she had studied them.

“oh i see.” your mother spoke. “i think we should let them sleep. my poor yn had a long day.”

and with that, the door shut closed with a soft click.

wooyoung giggled under the covers as your face burned from the embarrassment.

“massaging? well, that’s a way to put it.”

“wooyoung, babe, as much as i love you, please shut the fuck up.”

he laughed wholeheartedly, a gut-wrenching sound that never fails to make you smile. “you embarrassed, my love?”

you slapped your open palm against his exposed chest as you whined. “stoppp.”

his small, soft giggle buzzed inside your eardrums before he left on the top of your head a kiss full of fondness and affection. “cutie.”

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