#ateez fanfiction teaser

[bethelighthalazia]

Family Vacation Teaser <3

Hey there my little lights <3

I was thinking to give you all a little teaser sneak peek of one of my WIPs. I am working on a mini series about OT8 of ATEEZ as dads.

The first one will be Wooyoung, because I had watched the episode where he, San and Seonghwa are out for a picnic with the three kids <3

if anyone wants to be tagged in this mini series, let me know under this post <3

teaser under the cut, as always!

lovely greetings, Kat <3

“Nabi! What are you doing here, my little butterfly?” Wooyoung asked when picking her up, a bright smile on his lips, looking around. “Eomma and I waited for appa! You bring all the samchons too!” She squeals with joy, already leaning towards her favorite uncle who quickly picked her out of Wooyoung´s arms. It didn't take long for Wooyoung to spot you on the porch, his gaze softening as he hurried over to you to help you up. “Careful, Jagi,” He hummed, pulling you into a gentle hug, making sure to not accidentally push too hard against your belly while doing so. “Please tell me that you didn't come here all alone with Nabi. You were careful and had someone help, right?” “Wooyoung, baby. I am pregnant, not sick.” You chuckled, cupping his cheek before placing a kiss to his lips. He couldn't hide a little laugh, but then got cut by a loud squeak coming from your daughter. Both of you were quick to turn around, already panicked, but when you see Yunho holding Nabi and twirling around with her, you let out a relieved sigh. Wooyoung however was not as relaxed at this sight.

[yongility]

ATZ TV # the bloom beneath the frost ꗃ╭╯ park seonghwa. ──────── ⵌ TEASER. release date: 04/16.

𒄬 genre: slowburn / angst / suggestive / detective!seonghwa / figure skating au / f!reader insert. 𒄬 prologue:

It began almost a year ago, with a bouquet of peonies—delicate, pale, left at your dressing room. No card. No name. Just a whisper in the form of petals, soft and subtle. At first, it felt harmless. Another admirer. Another fleeting gesture in a life lived under the cold glow of spotlights and sharpened blades. You had grown used to being adored from a distance. But this? This was different. The gifts kept coming. So did the notes—first sweet, then strange. Then personal. Then frightening. Details you never shared with anyone. Things only someone who was watching would know. The feeling grew—like someone was always just out of sight, just beyond your reach. Watching. Following. Waiting. You told yourself it was nothing. That you were imagining it. That the pressure of competition, the isolation, and the weight of fame were playing tricks on your mind. But the line between admiration and obsession thinned quickly. Now, nearly a year later, the rink no longer feels like a sanctuary. The applause that once warmed you now sounds hollow. Even the ice—your safest place—feels thinner with every step you take. Your performances are flawless, but your nights are restless. The shadow that lingers has a name—though you don’t know it yet. Someone else is watching now. And you’re not alone in the dark anymore. Detective Park Seonghwa is assigned to protect you, quiet, calm, always watching from any signs of danger. Bound by duty, but haunted by eyes he hasn’t seen. You stopped trusting easily. Seonghwa doesn’t like to get close. But some cases aren’t solved with distance. And some stories—like yours—don’t begin with love. They begin with obsession.

𒄬 warnings:

stalking and obssesive behavior / invasion of privacy / psychological manipulation / anxiety / implied violence / emotional distress. more tba. minors dni, if you don't feel comfortable reading any of the trigger warnings stated, please don't read. seonghwa isn't the stalker.

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[fadedtoneverland]

teaser - selfish waltz | jung wooyoung

noble!exbf!wooyoung x noble!gn!reader

(since it’s wooyoungie’s bday, i thought i’d tease my next big project with him)

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“dance with me.”

your eyebrow twitched when you heard that voice. his voice still sounded so serene, like a songbird, just like when you first met him. but instead of feeling warmth and butterflies, sparks of irritation danced over your nerves.

“i’d rather not.” you replied curtly, gripping the wine glass tighter in your hands. you tried to distract yourself by looking at the other people in the grand hall, dressed in satin silk and feathered masquerade masks, but the sight of the billions of couples in the room made you feel even more pathetic.

wooyoung scoffed, his smirk even more pronounced with half of his face covered by the black venetian mask he wore. you hated that he could still look so good after all this time.

“come on, darling.” wooyoung cooed, the sound of his words coming out more mocking than honeyed. “you know you want to. or would you rather stand here looking all sad and lonely?”

you scoffed and turned away from this man, already getting agitated from the mere sight of him. though, you can’t tell if it’s agitation or excitement.

“don’t call me that.” you sassed, not wanting to meet his gaze. “besides, i thought you’d be off with your new toy or whatever. why don’t you go dance with her instead?”

a flash of irritation twitched on wooyoung’s facials.

“it’s a fucking waltz, y/n.” wooyoung snapped, getting up in your personal space and making you turn around by grabbing your wrist.

“the easiest ballroom dance in the world, and i know you don’t wanna stand here moping around. wouldn’t exactly look good for mommy and daddy, now would it? so dance with me.”

fuck. now you couldn’t ignore him. your eyes rounded from shock and being intimidated by your ex’s rather aggressive reaction, but you’ve known of wooyoung’s volatile nature for a while.

besides, you can’t make a scene, you’d rather not get chewed out by your family during their grand ceremonious event.

swallowing your pride just this once, you relented.

“fine.”

wooyoung smirked, already dragging you to the center of the ballroom, letting you and him get swept up in the materialistic crowd.

“great. let’s dance, mon amour.”

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❤︎ — dancing round and round the old ballroom that you created so many memories in, you find yourself falling into a loop where you, and the man you once loved, selfishly give into each other’s desires

[jinisnuggets]

KEEPER OF DARKNESS - TEASER - J.YH

Your boyfriend had gone missing many years ago. That was the reason you became a detective, to find him. However not once did you suspect the actual culprit, and reason behind his disappearance.

WORD COUNT | tba

NETWORK | @illusionnet @k-library @starlit-network @blossomnet

[potatomountain]

im so happy with how chapter 14 is coming out. So filthy. But i have a work coming out tomorrow so ill be pushing Chapter 14 back to next weekend! Since it'll be like 10 days, would you guys like a little teaser?

[minkiluva]

ANGEL ~ TEASER

A SPIRITUAL LOVE STORY

brought to you by

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A world where mythical creatures are proven to exist, some spotted so frequently that no one can deny it. The whole world is tainted with magic all over. Just like how someone may lose something outside and find it at their porch the morning after, it was a fairy bringing it back. The most known, a giant waterfall where you can write notes to the deceased. There's messengers who will fish them out and cross into the afterlife to deliver them. Of course you couldn't get anything back, but if you needed to settle conflict building guilt up into your soul, that was the way. Some thought it was a myth, but it was true.

Unicorns, fairies, dragons, mermaids— they all existed. Even vampires, werewolves, angels, and demons existed. However, it was quite hard to find them. Fairies were the easiest, and the best to approach. The rest of the creatures weren't exactly hostile, but they didn't come to earth to be bothered by humans. Not even the more humanoid angels and demons.

There was only a few angels who left to earth, none of them with names. However, a particular one had black wings, which was very rare for their species. While the rest of the angels thrived in peace and curiosity away from humans, she liked to help the humans out. She got them to go on little quests for one wish she could grant using her guitar which emit ethical sounds. All of the humans called her a genie. They all returned safe and unharmed, so did she. Until Kim Hongjoong came around.

⋆.˚ ★— WELCOME TO ANGEL !

$$ (( @MINKILUVA)) - KIMHONGJOONG - #ambw

𐔌 🪽 𐦯 ⌗ ┆started september 18, 2024 ★ ₊ ˚⟡

! WARNING !

this story may contain

violence, cussing, death, etc.

viewer discretion is advised

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meet the cast of

" ANGEL "

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format creds to @2SP3ARB’s “CONCRETE LOVE” on wattpad !!

[txtsoobean]

This sounds so interesting, I’m already hooked! Can’t wait for it to drop!

our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom (teaser)

genre: poly hockey team!ateez x coach fem!reader, enemies/strangers to lovers, athlete!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

length: 1.0k (teaser) + approx. 38k (full fic)

c/w: sweaty ateez (warning well deserved), lots of hurt/comfort, one of the slowest slow burns to slow burn, remaining tags to be revealed with full fic

synopsis: you become the new coach of the elite men's ice hockey team, the red devils. but with both yourself and the team carrying burdens of the past, you all find it difficult to see eye to eye. as you lead them to the championships in the korean ice hockey league, you discover that teamwork and trust is not as straightforward as it seems.

a/n: when i started writing this i really thought it wouldn't exceed 25k but here we are :D full fic will be released in about a week and i am so ready

“she’s the new coach?” yunho frowns in confusion. “no offence, but we’re not a bunch of kids for her to practise being a soccer mum to.”

“she was the assistant coach for the grey eagles,” coach cho discloses.

“the grey eagles? the under-21 men’s championship team?” yeosang looks incredulous.

mingi sceptically comments, “the fact that we’ve never seen or heard of her before probably tells us enough.”

hongjoong’s lips purse sourly as he tries his hardest to analyse the situation with the professionalism of the team’s captain. but with the sudden change in coaches and the same critiquing doubts as mingi, hongjoong cannot help but feel his personal judgement webbing over his mind. over the team’s entire career as an elite ice hockey team thus far–five years, now well into their sixth–the red devils have only ever had two coaches. coach cho has been with them for the longest and whilst it took the team a while to eventually warm up to him, he has been with them for almost quadruple the amount of time it took to trust him.

the team’s alternate captain, seonghwa, speaks to you directly, “if you don’t mind me asking, why are you not playing as an athlete yourself? you’re clearly our age–nowhere near retiring.”

you knew from the very start that your age would make your credibility as a coach much lower, and your answer to seonghwa will not help your case either. “i stopped playing.”

“how come?”

the trigger of memories fills your nose with a sharp stinging smell. you blankly reveal, “i chose to stop playing.” you know exactly how it sounds like to somebody else, even more so to professional athletes. coach cho has also told you of the team’s hardheadedness and strong will when it comes to the passions of their career, so you are expecting the cold receptiveness that you are met with.

your response strikes the wrong chord within wooyoung. there was a point in his career not too long ago when the choice of continuing to play or not was at risk of becoming a forced decision. the way you answer so callously with those very words that had threatened to tear his world apart has his jaw grinding and eyes darkening, and he is not the only athlete in the arena who feels similarly.

“i would rather choose to die before i choose to stop playing. ice hockey is my entire life and without it, i am not living either,” hongjoong jabs and you cannot help but clench your fists because you know exactly what he means. still, you stay quiet as he continues, “sorry, but i can’t respect a ‘coach’ who chose to stop playing.”

at the captain’s words and subsequent move to leave for the changerooms, the rest of the team also gather their equipment and follow his steps. san’s feet falter in front of you, expression hesitant until he decides to voice, “our team needs a bit of time. it’s hard for us to warm up to…outsiders, and i know it might not mean much to say this but we have our reasons. don’t expect us to blindly trust you just because you’re a coach.”

the use of the word ‘outsider’ does not go unnoticed as you nod, “of course.”

san jogs off to rejoin the others and coach cho hums, “guess some things haven’t changed. they were just as prickly to me when i first became their coach.”

you raise an eyebrow, “prickly? to you?”

“yes, believe it or not,” he chuckles nostalgically. “we’ve come a long way because i’ve been their coach for years now. but it took me a while before i was able to break down their walls.”

you briefly mull over the information, then ask out of curiosity, “what would you have done if i didn’t sign the contract?”

“begged you to rethink your decision,” he jokes with a pleased chortle. “i would have to start looking for a different coach, i suppose. you were my only pick.”

“but why me, of all people? there are so many other experienced coaches that you can choose from.”

he looks at you, eyes glinting with intuition and confidence as he simply says, “you’re familiar with their playing style. they play just like you used to.” at your silent processing, coach cho probes, “why didn’t you tell them the real reason?”

you smile wistfully, “i didn't tell them because i’m not here to gain their pity.”

some of the boys’ voices grow louder as they emerge from the changerooms, changed into fresh clothes and their kit bags slung over their shoulders. you hear one of them ask, “captain, is she really going to be our new coach?”

they step out from the facility’s corridor and you accidentally make eye contact with hongjoong, yet neither of you look away. maintaining a steady gaze directly at you, he responds with a slight glower, “maybe, but she’s only the coach by title. i’m still the captain of the team, so let’s see who everyone listens to.”

as they exit the rink’s arena, you feel a fire of determination growing inside of you. you have won over your own demons and you have won the championships before–this is nothing in comparison. whether your next words are for coach cho or for yourself to hear, it does not matter.

“i may not play anymore but i was still once an athlete and no athlete has ever, in their career, wanted pity. i’m here to earn the team’s respect and i will win over them, especially their captain.”

you watch the swing of the glass door as it shuts behind the players, catching a brief glimpse of the trees lining the arena’s perimeter. it is the first day of autumn when you meet the red devils for the first time and outside, the leaves are beginning to change their colours.

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[mingiatz]

Summary: Harin lands a job as a publicist at KQ Entertainment, thanks to her friend Hana, but working with idols—especially Seonghwa—proves more challenging than expected. Seonghwa, known for his fleeting romances, is the last person she wants to be drawn to, especially when she’s dealing with the fallout of her own toxic relationship. But as their professional and personal lives collide, unspoken tension and unresolved emotions surface.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x OC (Harin)

Trope: Idol x Company Staff

Genre: Romance, Angst, Slow Burn, Push & Pull Dynamic

Featuring: ATEEZ (being menaces), Hana & Emilia (From previous stories), OCs

This Series will have multiple Chapters with around 4000 words. I hope you like it. Please be kind this is my first Fanfiction and English is not my first language. (I am open for constructive criticism). I will try to upload a chapter everyday.

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Prologue

Harin’s POV

The city skyline blurred past the taxi window as Harin clutched the strap of her bag, fingers twisting the leather absentmindedly. The rhythmic hum of the engine should have been soothing, but her mind was anything but calm.

She was on her way to KQ Entertainment, one of the biggest companies in the industry. A new beginning. A fresh start. The realization settled in her chest, a mixture of nervous excitement and overwhelming pressure.

She exhaled, glancing down at her phone. 7:45 AM. Fifteen minutes until she was scheduled to meet the HR representative. The email she had received a few days ago was still fresh in her mind.

Congratulations! You have been selected for the position of Public Relations Officer at KQ Entertainment.

It had felt surreal reading those words, as if they belonged to someone else. She had dreamed of working in PR for years, but landing a job at KQ—one of the top entertainment agencies in Korea—felt almost too good to be true.

And it wouldn’t have happened without Hana.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she thought about her best friend. Hana had always believed in her, even when Harin doubted herself.

"You're made for this job," Hana had told her when she first hesitated to apply. "You’re sharp, hardworking, and you actually care about the artists you’d be representing. That’s rare in this industry."

Harin had been skeptical. PR in the entertainment world was cutthroat, and she had spent the last two years working at a smaller firm, handling crisis management and brand deals for mid-tier influencers and actors. But Hana’s encouragement had given her the final push to apply for KQ.

And now, here she was.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.”

The driver’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Harin quickly paid the fare and stepped out, gripping her bag a little tighter as she took in the sight of KQ Entertainment’s towering glass building.

It was massive, sleek, and intimidating. Employees in stylish office wear walked in and out, some holding coffee cups, others talking into earpieces. The lobby alone looked more like the entrance to a luxury hotel than an office space.

She swallowed hard. This was real.

Taking a steadying breath, she adjusted her blazer and walked inside.

The lobby was bright and polished, the marble floors reflecting the morning light streaming in through floor-to-ceiling windows. A large LED screen displayed promotional content—one moment showing a teaser for a new artist, the next switching to a clip of Ateez’s latest comeback.

Harin tried not to stare, but the sheer grandeur of it all was impossible to ignore.

"Stay confident, act like you belong," she reminded herself as she approached the front desk.

“Excuse me, I have an appointment with HR,” she said, keeping her voice steady.

The receptionist, a well-dressed woman with a professional smile, checked her schedule. “Harin-ssi? You’re here for the publicist role, correct?”

Harin nodded. “Yes, that’s right.”

“Perfect. Someone from the PR team will escort you up shortly. Please wait here.”

She thanked her and took a seat near the large windows. Her heart pounded.

This was it. The moment where her career truly began.

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A few minutes later, a woman in her early thirties approached her. She had a sleek bob haircut, sharp eyes, and an air of quiet authority.

“You must be Harin. I’m Yoo Jisoo, the Head of Public Relations at KQ. Welcome to the team.”

Harin quickly stood and bowed. “It’s an honor to be here.”

Jisoo smiled slightly. “We’re glad to have you. Come, I’ll show you around.”

As they walked through the hallways lined with platinum records and framed group photos, Jisoo explained the department’s structure.

“You’ll be working primarily with our artist PR team. Your role will include handling media relations, managing social media engagement, and overseeing brand collaborations. Occasionally, you’ll be assisting with damage control and crisis management.”

Crisis management. That was the part Harin was both confident in and nervous about.

Jisoo glanced at her. “Are you comfortable working in high-pressure situations?”

Harin nodded. “I have experience in it from my last job. I handled PR for rising actors, so I’ve dealt with scandals, dating rumors, and even legal cases.”

Jisoo seemed pleased. “Good. You’ll need that here.”

Harin followed her into a modern, open-plan office space, where several employees were already busy typing on their laptops or talking into headsets.

“This is the PR floor. You’ll have your own workspace here.”

She gestured to a desk near the windows, where a computer and neatly stacked files waited for her.

Harin felt a thrill of excitement.

Her own desk.

Her own space in KQ Entertainment.

Jisoo continued, handing her a schedule. “Your first few weeks will be focused on learning the protocols, understanding each artist’s brand, and working closely with senior staff before taking on solo responsibilities.”

Harin nodded. She expected nothing less. KQ was an elite company, and she was ready to prove herself.

Jisoo paused and then added, “You’ll be assigned to one of our top groups soon.”

Harin blinked. “Already?”

Jisoo nodded. “Yes. Since you have experience handling public figures, we want to integrate you into the team quickly. It’s a lot of responsibility, but from your recommendations and your interview, we believe you can handle it.”

Harin tried not to panic.

This was happening fast—faster than she had expected. But wasn’t this what she wanted? A challenge? A step up in her career?

She straightened her posture. “I’m ready for it.”

Jisoo smiled, as if she had expected that answer. “Good. You start tomorrow.”

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That evening, Harin sat in a quiet café, staring down at her untouched cup of coffee. Her first day had gone well. Better than she had hoped.

Still, nerves bubbled under her skin. Tomorrow, she would find out which artist she would be assigned to.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Hana.

She smiled and picked up.

“How did it go? Are you now a PR queen?” Hana’s teasing voice made her laugh.

“Not quite yet,” Harin admitted. “But it was a good first day.”

“I knew it! I told you this job was made for you.”

Harin exhaled, feeling the tension in her chest loosen. Hana had always been her anchor.

“You were right,” she said, leaning back in her seat. “It’s a lot to take in, though. They’re assigning me to a top group already.”

“Ooh, exciting! Do you know which one?”

“Not yet. I’ll find out tomorrow.”

Hana hummed thoughtfully. “Well, if it’s Ateez, tell Mingi and Jongho I said hi.”

Harin rolled her eyes. “You and your Ateez connection.”

“What can I say? I have good taste in friends.”

Harin chuckled but didn’t respond. Would she really be assigned to Ateez? It was possible, given their popularity.

If that happened… well, she’d deal with it when the time came.

For now, all she could do was prepare for whatever tomorrow would bring.

And hope she didn’t completely mess it up.

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Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and scenarios in this story are entirely fictional and not intended to reflect the real lives of the members of Ateez or any other individuals. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes.

[enhashoutout]

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Latest Update: For So Long (Fujio x reader)

# of works: 19

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Hi! This is my writing blog enhashoutout! I follow, read, and reblog on a separate personal account, if you are in any of the fandoms I have listed below I probably follow you or are mutuals with you through my personal account lol.

I currently write for High&Low, The Rampage from Exile Tribe, Psychic Fever, Enhypen, TXT, Ateez, Stray Kids, The Boyz, NCT, and SF9

You might see ff or rants on here from time to time that aren't related to K-pop, J-pop, or High&Low such as Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Narnia, Percy Jackson, One Piece, and any Asian dramas I watch.

I do like to read books outside of fanfiction so I'm thinking about putting book reviews on here as well :)

Please feel free to send in writing requests if you would like :)

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

Down below you will find all the works I have published so far along with the genre guide

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High&Low

Dating Hanaoka Fujio 🌸

Dating Childhood Friend Fujio 🌸

When Universes Collide (Smoky x alien!reader) 🌸🥀

Tears and Matching Tattoos (Ice x reader) 🥀

Home to You (Cobra x reader) 🌸🥀

Home to Me (Cobra x reader) (part 2 of Home to You) 🌸🔥

Introducing Junie 🌸

Junie's Masterlist 🌸🥀

Please Only Look at Me (Fujio x reader) 🌸

Hate You (High&Low ver) 🥀

For So Long (Fuji x reader) 🔥

High&Low Deep Dives

Cobra and Fujio are basically the same person

Seiji, Arata, and Noboru

Favorite Character and Least Favorite Character challenge

Things I noticed while watching H&L the Worst X again

Plot Holes in High and Low We Need to Discuss

J-pop

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K-pop

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Dramas

Coming soon...

Fantasy

Always You Series Teaser

Always You Series Masterlist

TV Shows

Meet Me At The APT (Marcus Lopez Arguello x reader) 🌸🔥

Books

Coming soon...

[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

Shipwright, what is your Treasure? (Crescent Teaser)

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Everyone x Everyone

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,044 words

Warnings: Child labor, child abuse.

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7 years old

He stood straight, with his back pressed to the wall, under the watchful eyes of the Headmaster. There was a couple sitting in front of him, staring him down like he was some sort of product. He probably was going to become one. Technically, he was there for an interview with the people that were interested in adopting him, but he knew better than that. He had seen it and heard about it so many times before. He knew what was going to happen to him.

“He’s a very good kid,” the headmaster explained. “He’s a bit short for his age, but he’s quite hardworking and obedient. He’s also quite good in his classes.”

“He certainly seems like a good kid," the woman smiled, pleased. "What do you think?"

She turned towards the man, who was staring at him so intently that he couldn't help but feel a little bit of fear. Life at the orphanage wasn't great, but he was certain that he didn't want to leave with that couple. He didn't think there was anything he could do about it though, as the orphanage didn't have very high standards for the future parents. There were so many orphaned kids all over Moruta that it wasn't surprising at all.

"I agree." The man nodded. "I think he'll be a good addition to our family."

Once the interview finished, he accompanied the Headmaster and the couple outside to their car. Once they were gone, the Headmaster turned to him with a smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t like what that smile meant for him. He didn’t want to leave the orphanage.

“You should go pack your things,” the Headmaster instructed, giving him a soft push towards the inside of the building.

He packed as slowly as he could, as if it could delay his departure. Sunwoo, his best friend, observed him with pensive eyes. He had not said anything about leaving, but it wasn’t necessary. Everyone knew that packing your bags meant you were leaving. He wondered if Sunwoo would resent him for it.

“Do you think they’ll be good?” Sunwoo asked after a moment of silence. He stopped folding his clothes for a moment and looked at his best friend.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. He knew Sunwoo was worried for him, and wanted to give him some consolation, but he also didn’t want to lie. He didn’t have a good feeling about that couple. “I hope so.”

Sunwoo nodded, because he didn’t know what else to reply. He went back to his suitcase and finished folding all of his clothes. He didn’t have many, only the ones that had been given to him by the orphanage. Other than that, he had a couple of storybooks he still struggled to read properly, a very worn out plushie that was supposed to be a dog, and a toothbrush.

“Do you think we’ll see each other again?” Sunwoo’s voice was hushed, like he hadn’t actually meant to ask that question. He stopped with the plushie in his hands and turned to him.

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. He handed the plushie to Sunwoo. “You can keep it until we meet again, it’s a promise.” Sunwoo grabbed it and nodded.

He didn’t actually know if he would be able to fulfill that promise, but the least he could do was give Sunwoo one last good memory. He turned to his suitcase and put the toothbrush in before closing it. 

13 years old

“Wake up already!” A man yelled into the room as he turned on the lights before leaving. 

He groaned into his pillow and sat up, still with his eyes closed. He heard several other boys groan around him as they too woke up. There was no need to look at the clock hung over the door, it was probably around 5 am, which meant the start of another day of work. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and used the wooden ladder as support to get off. He needed to get changed and go eat breakfast before their boss got angry and left them without food.

The floor was cold under his bare feet, but it helped him wake up faster as he made his way to the shared wardrobe and grabbed his uniform. Everyone was mostly silent as they went about getting ready, probably much too tired to do anything more. He finished quickly and left the room, heading down the hall to get his food serving. Life was easier when he tried to cooperate.

Six years had passed since his adoption, and his hunch had not been wrong back then. The couple already had several other adopted kids, his “brothers”, who lived along with him in a sort of garage house. Despite how much they had to work, it wasn’t actually too bad (or at least, he had convinced himself it wasn’t). They each had their own beds, clothes and three meals a day which were more plentiful than what the orphanage had been able to provide.

He still thought a lot about the orphanage, but he was no longer sure it would’ve been better to stay there. The punishments for misbehavior were just as bad, and he had learned that the hard way. At the very least, they were allowed a small salary after the costs of their housing had been deducted, and he saved it all zealously. 

He sat on the table and engulfed his breakfast quickly. It really wasn’t that bad. He was one of the preferred children because he was quiet and worked hard, although he simply did so because he wanted to survive. It had its benefits though, as he had been chosen the previous week to be a shipwright apprentice, and not everyone had that right.

If he worked hard, he would become an excellent shipwright by the time he was of age and able to leave the house. If he was patient, quiet and worked hard, he would be able to leave and make a life of his own, figure out who he was.. Until then, he would continue telling himself it wasn’t all that bad, and that he would make it through.

[bethelighthalazia]

I´m working on a new fanfic at the moment and it will hopefully be smething really well written. it already has around 1,3 k words and it doesn´t feel like i hit the half mark yet, i hope.

It´s going to be a Wooyoung x reader one, filled with angst, horror and some fluff :3

For everyone who´s interested, I´ll put a little teaser below the cut, it´s really not long, but i hope it will get your interest <3

no warnings apply for this teaser.

Lungs burning, yearning for air, calves cramping, yet you didn´t stop running. Your feet hit the ground hard, were you barefoot the whole time? How long were you running already? Time seemed stilled. With a pained yelp, you stumbled, your foot had met a stone, which made you fall to the ground. Clouds of dust busting up when your body collides with the floor, tiny pebbles digging into the skin of your palms. Slow footsteps approach you, echoing off the concrete that formed the whole structure. You knew what it was that followed you, who it was. It didn't make it any less frightening for you though. Your scraped palms burning when you pick yourself up again, tears stinging in your eyes when you hear him breathing behind you. 

[ateezs-stuffs]

"My bite is worse than my bark, though the boys always tell me my words are like venom"

- Seonghwa

[atinyidea]

Glitch | Ateez Gang! AU | SPECIAL_ONE

⟶ gang!au, hacker!au, love triangle? poly? female!original character

How curious it is, the fact that the police just gave a media conference, confirming ATZ’s involvement in Kyungri’s families newly-appointed murder, just as she sat down for her best friend, Jaehyeon, to be tattooed by one of the gang members?

⟶ glitch ml! main ml!

⟶ prologue | previous | next

⟶ note! it’s mostly dialogue and it’s quite short but I couldn’t get it out of my head so have this as a teaser!

⟶ taglist: @atinyluna @iis4d @untainted-memories @thegirlwiththedorkydad !! if anyone wants to be on a tag list for this fic just let me know!

⟶ 1000 words

⟶ edited 08.03.2020

Special_One: Warning Signs.

YEOSANG KQ HEADQUARTERS

Sunday 26 October 2025, 03:27,

It was dark, the only source of light coming from the widescreen monitor in the middle of the room. He was… observing the new targets. Well, not targets. Just people of interest.

Pyo Kyungri and Lee Chaeyoung. Well, more specifically Kyungri. The girl who hacked police files in under five minutes right in front of him, and in the middle of a tattoo parlour at that.

San had carried out his task impeccably well, the bug he placed on the girl’s laptop gave Yeosang access to her systems, though they were heavily encrypted. Yeosang had taken almost seven-hour just trying to unlock the device without alerting any kind of security system.

The girl was good, he had to give her that.

He had access to the webcam – even though the picture that came from it was very visible grainy, why the tech-savvy girl worked with such an old computer baffled him – and managed to get separate access to the microphone too, a programme on his own setup recording everything.

Currently, Yeosang thought his eyes were going to fall out as he watched the two girls switch places so the other could attend to the previous one’s hair – which had been going on for almost an hour and a half. His view of them wasn’t straight on, or from behind, watching their backs from a side angle. He could see – albeit not very clearly – what they were looking at on the blank wall opposite them, eyes threatening to close as they paused the video yet again.

When his phone rang, it hadn’t had the chance to ring out fully even once, Yeosang clicking the accept button in a flash. It was Hongjoong.

“They’re back have been for a while, boss.” He told him, eyes flickering back to the two girls.

“What’re they doing?”

“They’re watching some video feed. I think I can enhance the volume of the microphone to hear what they’re saying if you want.”

“Whatever you can do, do it Yeosang.” Hongjoong sighed from the other side of the phone. “Keep me updated.”

Yeosang nodded, though he knew Hongjoong couldn’t see him, “sure thing,” he said and with that Hongjoong hung up. Yeosang clicked a few buttons and slid the volume of the microphone up, catching the end of Chaeyoung’s sentence.

“­–seen, held conversation with and even taunted three of the most prolific members of NCT. They know my face! I got up in their faces!” The shorter girl who had become his co-worker mere hours ago was worked up in a panic, and Yeosang almost felt sorry for her. She now sat on the floor in front of Kyungri, a dark towel around her shoulders as dark hair dye was being applied to her hair – Yeosang couldn’t tell what colour it was other than ‘dark’.

“Calm down, we weren’t talking to them for more than ten minutes tops. The only features they would really remember are your bright orange hair and your sickly-sweet voice. Which is not your usual voice, and we are currently changing your hair.”

“You weren’t looking at them Ri.” Chaeyoung’s voice dropped, Yeosang involuntarily leaned forward towards the screen as if it would help him hear. “That red-haired one, Yuta, he hardly said anything. He was just looking at me. He’s definitely got my face committed to memory or something.”

So they knew who was a part of NCT, by name, or at least the members they had come into contact with. Yeosang took note of that fact to give back to Hongjoong later. He was interrupted by the loudness of Chaeyoung’s voice as she gasped. “Look! Isn’t that Mr Lover boy from your fun escapade in X-Clusive? Wooyong or something, right?”

Yeosang’s head snapped back towards the screen, watching as Chaeyoung pointed to the wall, the video paused at the opening of a door. He watched as Kyungri took out a tablet and zoomed in on the image, his jaw clenching as he made out the distinctive image of his fellow gang member.

It was indeed Wooyoung – or Wooyong as he was known as in public.

“Oh shit.” That was Kyungri.

“Do you think he saw you?”

“I don’t know!”

“What are you going to do if he did?”

“Well, I'm currently bleaching my hair blonde so.”

The girls settled into silence once again.

“Kyungri… Just, have a look at your laptop real quick. I think it may need to be put on charge or something.” Chaeyoung had broken the silence and Yeosang froze slightly. He wasn’t even a proper hacker. He cursed in his thoughts. What if they realised, he’d been listening in? His whole task would be compromised if he was found out. He got to work trying to disable the webcam, but it was too late, Kyungri was already looking straight at the laptop.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna let it sleep for a while.” She said before almost slamming the lid shut and plunging Yeosang’s screen into darkness. Now all he had was audio.

“How did it get this low?”

“Where even is your charger?”

“It might be in the kitchen, can you check?”

“Can you grab me a coke or something while you're there?”

“Here you go, one glass of coke and one laptop charger!”

“Oh shit!”

And then his connection was cut off. No more sound.

Hongjoong was not going to be happy.

[atinytokki]

One to All (teaser)

“This entire time, we’ve been leading him right to us.” Yeosang flopped back into his chair. The ‘we’ he spoke of was really a ‘you’ and it didn’t escape San’s notice. He glowered at the navigator who went on, “I should’ve destroyed those pages when I had the chance.”

San’s glare intensified from the other side of the room. “There is useful information on them, and I’m close to figuring it out. If you can’t prove that it’s the spellbook putting us in danger, then you can’t make me destroy it.” With that as his final word, he spun on his heel and exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Finally Seonghwa’s voice penetrated the thick air. “I’ll go talk to him—“ “No, I’ve got it,” Wooyoung cut him off. He felt partially responsible for all this, having been the one to put San in this situation. It was only right that he make up for it. “But we still have to do something about our tail,” Seonghwa’s response was firm.

“I say we take the fight to him,” Hongjoong finally spoke up from his desk, where he had been mulling over the facts quietly. “I’ve had enough of running away.” Mingi coughed nervously. “Going up against a sorcerer? But none of us know the first thing about magic...” “Which is why we won’t go alone.” Hongjoong smiled at him, and Mingi knew immediately what he was implying.

“Hyung, no.”

“What do you mean, no! If anyone can help us, it’s Eden!”

“Except we already tried to find him and he didn’t want to be found, remember?”

“That was then, things have changed. Why would he disappear when he’s clearly leading us back to him?”

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe because he’s done it before? What makes you think this time is different?”

“Because this time,” Hongjoong was standing now, an anger brewing up through his eyes before suddenly softening. “This time, the threat on our lives is his own doing. And the Eden I know would never allow that.”

It was unnervingly silent after Hongjoong’s response faded. They hadn’t been privy to this information until now. Mingi needed to take a seat. He gave up after several attempts to ask through his dry throat how exactly the maniacal sorcerer hunting them down was Eden’s fault but he was honestly afraid to. Wooyoung was more concerned about their present issue and broke in to ask, “Do we burn the pages?” All the heads in the room turned to him. “It doesn’t matter,” Hongjoong finally decided. “The damage has already been done.”

...

“San?”

The sickbay wasn’t usually the most well lit of places below deck, but it was darker than usual as Wooyoung stared into it, black as pitch except for the dying embers that glowed from the fireplace.

Wooyoung lingered in the doorway. It didn’t make sense. He had checked San’s room, the storage decks, the galley, the food stores, even the crow’s nest, but San was nowhere to be found. There were only so many places to hide on a ship afloat in the middle of the ocean and Wooyoung had checked everywhere but here.

He decided to step in and try to find a light in the mess covering the examination tables but the door squeaked shut behind him and he was plunged in blackness. Hands outstretched in front of him, he groped for a matchbox, a lantern, anything, when a whisper brushed his ear. Hair shot up on the back of his neck, and he couldn’t turn fast enough.

A pair of arms latched around him, strong enough to be immobilising. As Wooyoung sucked in a breath to scream for help, a hand clamped over his mouth. His air grew stale in his mouth and panic seized his limbs. He couldn’t get out of this man’s grip and the edges of his vision were shrinking rapidly. One thought surfaced as he sunk into unconsciousness.

Is this the end?

...

Waaaaahh spoopy for October ;) So yeah! I finally have a direction I’m going with this thing, I’ve made up my mind. Disclaimer, this pair of scenes does not happen until a couple of chapters into One to All but I thought I’d give you a taste of the next volume’s flavour 😏 Don’t forget to vote for spinoffs! I’m going to write one of them this week. Which one? Entirely up to YOU. Thanks :D

[jinisnuggets]

KEEPER OF DARKNESS - TEASER - J.YH

Your boyfriend had gone missing many years ago. That was the reason you became a detective, to find him. However not once did you suspect the actual culprit, and reason behind his disappearance.

WORD COUNT | tba

NETWORK | @illusionnet @k-library @starlit-network

[potatomountain]

I have landed <3 vacation time starts.

I am almost done with Hwa's piece but it will probably be posted tomorrow as I probs won't be able to finish it until late tonight [I used my layover time for a nap]

But I feel bad about the wait so how about a teaser?

Rated M so like- don't read around family [like I'll be writing this around family xD]