#ateez sad thoughts

[ad0rechuu]

post-bouncy lore! ateez mini headcannon ->

Lore! Ateez spending so much time apart and interacting so little that after they are finally able to meet again, after the initial hype of meeting their friends again settles in, a new fear blooms inside their hearts as well: what if they don’t know each other like they used to anymore? (obviously other than the ones who they were paired up with). they can’t talk about it either because what if they’re the only ones feeling this awkwardly scared feeling? :((

[januaryrabbit]

Request: how svt would deal with their crush being in a relationship already (their crush is their bff)

hello! thank you for requesting, im sorry its so late!! :) this scenario is kinda angsty so i hope you dont mind!!

seventeen when their crush (who happens to be their best friend) is in a relationship!!!

pairing: svt x gn!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst, Simping, Yearning

other disclaimers/notes: lowercase intended; barely proofread because it's 4am!!!, i’ve been watching wayyyyy too many coming of age films lately lmao!!!

✩‧��˚Cope (trying to be normal)

vernon: vernon rolls with the punches in most any circumstance, and this is no exception. like Yeah….this shit sucks….but you guys are best friends, so he has to deal with it. i don’t think this would affect him too much tbh,,,like i think the fact that he’s in love with you is something he rarely even admits to himself. i feel like he always has it in the back of his mind, but nothing more than that. i think he’d be able to ignore his feelings the most successfully out of all the members because vernon’s realistic with himself and he knows there’s no point in being hurt over something that’s out of his control. none of this stops him from loving you, but that’s something for him to know and you to never find out lol. seungkwan knows about vernon’s feelings btw. he (vernon) figures that if he had to tell anyone…it would be him, and for whatever reason, he felt compelled to tell at least one person about all of this. vernon doesn’t know why, but it feels better knowing that someone knows his true feelings, even if that someone isn’t, and probably can never be, you.

s.coups: you know that face he makes after the girl rejects him in mansae??? Yeah. Yeah that’s him at all times lmao. he cant say hes mad at anyone in this situation, except maybe the universe lmao. i think he just regards this whole situation has his life’s hugest bruh moment LOL. he’s gotten okay at pretending like everything’s fine when he’s around you, because in his mind, there’s nothing else he can do. there was no way he was going to end his friendship with you, but there was also no way he could confess his feelings to you. in private, he’s talked to some of the boys about it in private - mostly jeonghan and joshua, but sometimes when he’s feeling particularly frustrated with the situation, he goes to woozi, who is able to ground him every time he feels like he can’t take it anymore. seungcheol knows that to others, being friends with you while still being in love with you doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense; but if it meant you were still in his life to some capacity, that was all that mattered to him.

joshua: the definition of smiling thru the pain…like he’s literally katy perry They ask you how you sre and you just have to say that youre fine even though youre not fine like. i think more than anything, he’s not too torn up over this situation than he is irritated. the mention of your partner makes his eye twitch LMFAO. like when you come back from going on a trip with them, you start telling joshua about everything you did together and he’s like THAT’S SO COOL Y/N . I’M SO GLAD YOU GUYS HAD FUN. *eye twitch* LOL. tries his best not to go overboard with it or make it obvious that he’s being sarcastic - he’s aware enough to know that your happiness is important and that unless there’s a legit reason one day, he doesnt have any grounds for disliking your s/o too LOL. i think he’s probably overly cautious if you ever tell him that you and your s/o were having problems as well. like he would be try really hard to be neutral if you ever asked him for his opinion on a situation that happened between you and your partner. i think he would feel guilty about being your confidant while having these feelings for you,,as much as he wants to tell you to break up with them and be with him instead, he knows how terribly selfish of him it would be to put you in that situation. so, he endures it everyday.

dk: dude……HE IS ALSO SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN…..but like HES ALSO CRYING….SO BAD….like. he tries REALLY hard to keep everything lighthearted around you - any time the conversation gets even close to being serious, he always pivots to a different topic. some of the other boys can tell something’s the matter when he’s around you, but they can’t quite place what’s different about him. when he’s around you, he just seems ever-so-slightly…off. his smile is less bright, his jokes are a little less frequent, and he’s actually kind of quiet when people are around you two. it’s a weird sight to see, and dk knows this; he knows that others have noticed, but he’s trying as hard as he can to behave as naturally as he can around you. i think he’s one of the members that would be pretty broken up about the situation, similar to mingyu. i don;t see him being able to deal with something like this well. i think he definitely goes to the other boys for comfort about this, to the point where his feelings for you are kind of an open secret amongst them lmao. (except dino because seungkwan begged everyone not to tell him because he thinks dino would make it obvious that dk likes you so they leave him in the dark!!!) 

seungkwan: bruh seungkwan tries so hard to be normal around you but then he’ll text vernon “im third wheeling y/n again please kill me” in the same breath. sometimes when he’s falling asleep at night he’s just like god how did i end UP in this situation!!!!!  he’s more of the kind of person who’s pouty about it instead of sad about it. he just finds the situation annoying more than anything, and he wishes that you would just REALIZE HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU ALREADY!! but he’s alright with waiting it out. i think he’s one of the members who would be not very fond of your partner LMAO. every time they greet seungkwan he’s just like “oh hey -___- how are you -___-” and your partner is like babe how do i get seungkwan to like me and you’re like HAHA he’s just like that, he needs to warm up to you!! (seungkwan knows this is not the case with this specific person.) but yeah, i think seungkwan also holds out hope that one day the two of you will end up together. i don’t think he would go as far as to ruin your relationship or influence you to break up with your partner, but i think he would definitely confess if you ever became single again LOL. i think it would be a teary confession too, because he’s been bottling up all these feelings for a while.

✩‧₊˚depression.

chan: oh my lee chan…i think he would fucking die in this situation!!! it would just, Destroy him. and you could tell there was something seriously wrong…he just wasn’t his usual excited self anymore, and he was suddenly beginning to avoid you out of nowhere. dino doesn’t want to do this; he doesn't want to be anywhere but by your side, but that place isn’t for him anymore and he knows that all too well. i think he would be one of the only people who would actually confess his feelings at some point, regardless if you were in a relationship or not. i think one day he would reach his breaking point and ust blurt it out because he just can’t take it anymore. i think part of him, although he feels guilty for it, knows that telling you about it is the first step he needs to take for him personally to move on. the only thing that hurts him more than not being able to be your person is keeping a secret this huge from you.

jun: dude this is the cat version of a kicked puppy. like. jun is NOT ok…..and he’s not very good at hiding it i think. i think you’d be able to tell that something was wrong, but jun is terrified about talking about this with you, so you never really find out what’s bothering him. i dont think he’s one who would ever end up telling you about his feelings. in fact, he might be one of the only ones who lets your friendship naturally drift apart because of his feelings for you. it’s not that he doesnt want to be in your life, but he also wants to get over you more than anything. but i think it would be incredibly difficult for him to see you as just a friend tbh, so for as long as you’re dating your partner, i think he’d keep his distance sadly.

hoshi: the light in this man’s eyes have unironically left. like. the thought of hoshi being sad over you……..I CAN’T BEAR IT!!! yeah i think he would take this all pretty hard. though unlike jun, i don;t think hoshi would be able to stay away from you and keep his distance. you’re too precious of a person in his life, and not to say that you aren’t in other scenarios with other members, but i just see hoshi being firm about still being in your life. in fact, he’s one of the few guys that i think is secretly hopeful that one day down the road you’ll end up together. he doesn’t ever voice these feelings to anyone; he knows it’s ridiculous to feel this way about someone who’s already taken, and he feels that if he voices it to someone that he’s going to get bad karma, LMAO. should you ever become single again though is a different story though….

mingyu: for some reason have this vibe that being in this situation would literally destroy him and eat him alive…i just feel like he’s someone who truly loves really, really hard, and adding in the fact that you’re his best friend magnifies the pain by hundreds. what do you fucking do when the person you love most in this world doesn’t return your feelings? he would be really torn up about this because on one hand, he’s never felt this way about someone before, and he wants nothing more than to be with you; but what he wants more than that is for you to be happy, and if that isn’t with him, he has to accept that. sadly, i feel like at some point this would be too much for him,,,like to the point where he keeps his distance from you a bit. he feels awful, but it’s just too hard for him to hear about you and your partner and act like nothing’s wrong when you’re around :(

✩‧₊˚avoidant

woozi: i feel like he might be a little hot and cold about it. he is Not happy in this situation, and it frustrates him that he cant really do anything about it except deal. he doesn't really like talking about your s/o and he tries his best to hide it, but you can kinda tell that there's something wrong. but when you ask him about it, he says he's totally fine! i don't think woozi would dare to ever let his feelings for you come to light, and as unhappy as it makes him to not be honest with you, he just doesn't feel comfortable with telling someone he has feelings for them when said person is in a relationship. as little of a fan he is of your s/o, woozi knows that if he was in their shoes, he wouldn't be happy if someone confessed to you while the two of you were dating. i think he would need some distance to get over you, and i think the only way that it would happen is by throwing himself into his work and begrudgingly spending a LOT of his time with hoshi LMAO!!

minghao: would distance himself by making a bunch of life changes to keep him busy so he can eventually get over you. minghao values you too much, so he figures the best solution is to take time to himself so he can get over you in a healthy way with space from you. he isn’t happy about seeing you less, but he knows that it’s what needs to be done in order for him to heal from this situation. would definitely have a vague excuse ready if you ever asked him why he was distant from you; i cannot see any universe where minghao would ever admit he used to have feelings for you, even if it had been years past. he’s keeping this one in the vault LMAO, not even jun knows!!

wonwoo: bruh…..he’s. he’s in pain. but he’s keeping it all inside. i think he’d feel really selfish for harboring these feelings toward you while you’re dating someone else. your partner was perfectly friendly to wonwoo,,,like it makes him feel WORSE that he’s in love with you. he tries to forget his feelings, even getting into relationships once in a while, but everything always comes back to you. i feel like this is a secret he’s told absolutely NO ONE at all because of how much it weighs on his heart. the only soul who does know to some extent is mingyu, because he caught wonwoo crying one day when he came home early from work. wonwoo didn’t really get into the details, but he did admit that it he had unrequited feelings for someone. mingyu didn’t pry, and he still never has. 

jeonghan: there is Pain behind his eyes lol but he is keeping this secret in the Vault fr. Maybe, M a y b e s.coups MIGHT know, but that’s about it. jeonghan is one of the only people i can imagine is completely normal around you and no one can tell that there’s anything wrong. the only reason that seungcheol knows anything is because he knows jeonghan the best, and he could tell by the way that he hung onto your every word that he had feelings for you. but yeah, i think jeonghan would have the easiest time living with this secret from you. sometimes he does feel a little guilty, and honestly sometimes he does flirt with you lightly, but nothing to arouse any serious suspicion. mostly he’ll just say he likes your outfit or something when you’re hanging out, which is harmless in his mind. it does bother him that the person he’s in love with is dating someone else, but i think jeonghan would just be like “what else can i do at this point??” and continue with his life. not much changes between the two of you, besides jeonghan being a little more quiet when the topic of your relationship or partner comes up, but it’s not something you notice anyway. and such is life, whether jeonghan is truly okay with it or not.

[m1rotics]

someone who feels so bad when they hurt you but they need it. can't help but make you cry because of how hard it makes them. muttering apologies as he fists his dick to your sobbing. it's ugly, runny nose, red rimmed eyes, but to him you look perfect. eventually, he pulls your hands from your face and wraps it around his cock, admiring the way more tears roll down your cheeks, and you're choking because of how hard you're crying.

"you're so fucked up," you hiccup as he bucks into your hands.

both of you willingly ignore how his cock twitches at that.

he grunts, "I know, I'm sorry."

"can't help it," he mumbles, and the shame burns through him, and settles in his stomach, seeps into the warmth between his legs. "don't wanna hurt you, didn't mean to."

"I hate you," you whisper, "I hate you so much."

he can't help the way his eyes roll back at that, how hard his orgasm comes hurtling at him after those words leave your mouth.

he apologizes again when he paints your tear-streaked face in his cum.

[starmatzz]

Say Something (I'm Giving Up On You)

hongjoong x seonghwa

emotional | 3.5k | read along with song "Say Something" by A Great Big World, Christina Aguilera🎧 <—spotify link!

read on ao3

Hongjoong faces the heartbreaking end of his relationship with Seonghwa, who feels the need to leave and find himself. Despite Hongjoong’s desperate pleas and promise to change, Seonghwa walks away after a final, bittersweet kiss.

author's note: idk what got into me, and i know i promised another chapter of Utopia, but idk this was like..my brain doing weird things. Also this story was inspired by my first breakup so..yeah😛

Hongjoong sniffled, staring at his phone in the dark apartment, the faint glow casting shadows across his face. The “Find Me” app was open, Seonghwa’s location blinking steadily on the screen. His heart pounded as he watched the little icon inch closer and closer to his apartment.

He wiped at his face with his sleeve, trying to calm the storm of emotions threatening to overflow. What was he supposed to say when Seonghwa arrived? Would he even have the courage to open the door?

The tiny dot stopped just a street away, and Hongjoong’s breath hitched. Seonghwa was almost here.

Suddenly, the weight of everything overwhelmed him, and Hongjoong broke into a sob, the seventh time today. He clutched the phone tighter, his thumb trembling as it hovered over the screen.

He wanted to feel relief knowing Seonghwa was so close, but instead, the tears came harder, raw and unrelenting. It was everything—the loneliness, the regret, the fear of what would happen when Seonghwa knocked on the door.

The blinking dot on the app was now just a block away, and Hongjoong’s cries turned into quiet gasps as he tried to pull himself together. But no matter how hard he tried, the emotions refused to settle.

“I just can’t be here anymore, Hongjoong. I feel stuck. I need to move on,” Seonghwa had said one day, his voice calm but firm, as if he’d rehearsed the words a hundred times.

That one sentence had shattered Hongjoong’s world. It echoed in his mind constantly, a cruel reminder of the moment everything fell apart. For so long, he’d believed Seonghwa was his soulmate—the one person who truly understood him, the love of his life.

But then, out of nowhere, Seonghwa had dropped the bombshell. He wanted to leave. He wanted to move out and start a new life. Alone. Without Hongjoong.

Hongjoong had been frozen in disbelief that day, watching the person he’d built his future around pull away as if it was the easiest decision in the world. It was the beginning of a heartbreak that he still hadn’t figured out how to survive.

It had been two weeks since Seonghwa walked out of his life, leaving behind an emptiness that Hongjoong didn’t know how to fill. And today, after what felt like an eternity, Seonghwa was coming back—not to stay, but to grab his belongings.

Hongjoong stared at the blinking dot on his phone, Seonghwa’s location closing in on his apartment. His heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. Two weeks of silence, two weeks of trying to make sense of the void, and now, he was going to see him again. For the last time.

The thought sent a fresh wave of pain crashing over him. He couldn’t take it. The idea of facing Seonghwa, of seeing him one last time just to say goodbye for good, felt like too much to bear. How was he supposed to let go of someone who still held his entire heart?

The dot on the map stopped just outside his building. Seonghwa was here. And Hongjoong wasn’t ready.

Hongjoong’s heart felt like it could jump out of his chest. His stomach churned violently, and for a moment, he thought he might actually throw up. His hands were clammy, trembling as they gripped the phone, and all he could think about was how desperately he wanted to disappear.

But he wasn’t the one disappearing. Seonghwa was.

The irony stung as much as the reality did. Hongjoong had spent the last two weeks begging the universe for one more moment with Seonghwa, but now that it was here, all he wanted to do was run and hide. He couldn’t bear to look at him, to hear his voice, to watch him pack up the remnants of their life together as if it all meant nothing.

The knock on the door broke the suffocating silence, and Hongjoong froze. This was it. The last time. The moment he’d dreaded more than anything. With a shaky breath, he stepped toward the door, unsure if his legs would even hold him.

Hongjoong took a deep, trembling breath, trying to collect himself as he wiped away the lingering tears on his cheeks. His hand hesitated on the doorknob, his heart pounding so hard it drowned out every other sound. He swallowed the lump in his throat and, with all the courage he could muster, slowly opened the door.

And there he was.

Seonghwa stood on the other side, framed by the soft glow of the hallway light. He was as beautiful as ever, his features delicate yet striking, just as Hongjoong remembered. His dark eyes held a quiet sadness, but his expression was calm, composed—so unlike the storm raging inside Hongjoong.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them heavy with everything unsaid. Hongjoong’s chest ached, his throat tightening at the sight of the man who was still, and always would be, the love of his life.

“Hey…” Seonghwa said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. There was pain there—Hongjoong could hear it—but it was controlled, measured. Seonghwa’s calmness felt like a cruel contrast to the mess Hongjoong had been just minutes ago, sobbing uncontrollably in the darkness of his apartment.

Hongjoong tried to respond, but the words caught in his throat. His lips parted, trembling as he struggled to find something, anything, to say. The weight of Seonghwa’s presence, so familiar yet so distant, made his chest tighten.

He bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm him again. Seonghwa wasn’t falling apart—not like him—and that hurt more than he cared to admit. It felt unfair, like Hongjoong was the only one drowning while Seonghwa had already learned how to swim away.

“You… look beautiful,” Hongjoong mumbled, his voice barely audible. It was all he could manage, the words spilling out before he could stop them. He knew they sounded out of place, almost pathetic, but they were the truth. Seonghwa always looked beautiful, even now, even like this.

Seonghwa’s expression softened for a fleeting moment, as if he didn’t know how to respond. His lips parted slightly, but no words came.

Without waiting for a reply, Hongjoong stepped aside, his hand still gripping the door tightly as he allowed Seonghwa to come in. His heart ached watching Seonghwa walk past him, the scent of his cologne a bittersweet reminder of all the times this apartment had been filled with laughter, warmth, and love.

Hongjoong closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing louder than it should. Turning around, he found Seonghwa standing in the living room, looking around as though it wasn’t the same place they had shared together. As though he were already a stranger in it.

Seonghwa walked silently to the bedroom, a bag clutched in his hand. Hongjoong followed a few steps behind, his heart heavy as he watched Seonghwa move with quiet determination.

Once in the bedroom, Seonghwa placed the bag on the bed, unzipping it with practiced ease. He opened the closet, his movements deliberate, and began taking out his clothes piece by piece. He folded each item carefully, almost methodically, before placing it into the bag.

The sight made Hongjoong’s chest tighten unbearably. This was it—the final act of leaving. Watching Seonghwa pack away not just his clothes, but fragments of their shared life, was like watching their memories being erased piece by piece.

The silence between them was suffocating, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional zip of the bag. Hongjoong bit his lip, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he fought the urge to say something, anything, to stop this. But the words wouldn’t come. All he could do was stand there, frozen, as Seonghwa carried out the goodbye neither of them had truly spoken yet.

Seonghwa paused, his fingers trembling slightly as he pulled out a shirt from the back of the closet. It wasn’t his. It was Hongjoong’s. The one he used to sleep in, the one that smelled like him, the one Hongjoong had given him months ago when the nights felt too cold.

Seonghwa stared at it for a long moment, his eyes glassy, as if the fabric held too many memories for him to bear. Hongjoong felt his chest tighten. The sight of Seonghwa looking at the shirt like that was almost too much to handle. It was too real, too painful.

“You… you can keep it… if you want to,” Hongjoong mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, unsure if Seonghwa would even hear him. His heart ached seeing the tears that shimmered in Seonghwa’s eyes, though he didn’t let them fall.

Seonghwa blinked, his expression firming as he wiped at his eyes quickly. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice steadier than Hongjoong thought it would be. “It’s yours.” With that, Seonghwa folded the shirt gently and placed it back in the closet, as though letting go of something far more significant than just a piece of clothing.

He blinked away the tears, his face set in a way that made Hongjoong feel like he had already lost him, even though he was standing right in front of him.

“How’s work?” Seonghwa asked suddenly, trying to break the tension in the air, his voice lighter than before.

“Good… like always,” Hongjoong replied, his voice quieter than he intended. But the silence hung between them, thick and uncomfortable, so he added, “Accidentally spilled coffee on my coworker on Wednesday…” He couldn’t help but laugh nervously at the memory, even though it felt insignificant compared to everything else.

Seonghwa let out a soft chuckle, and it was a sound Hongjoong hadn’t realized he’d missed so much. “Dummy…” Seonghwa shook his head with a fond, almost teasing smile that made Hongjoong’s heart skip a beat.

Hongjoong’s face flushed a deep red, and he quickly looked away, feeling the warmth creep up his neck. Despite everything, despite how things had changed, that little moment of normalcy made it hurt even more. He wasn’t ready for the awkwardness to feel so familiar again, and yet, here they were—sharing something that felt so simple, but so precious in the midst of all the pain.

For a moment, Hongjoong thought—just for a moment—that maybe, just maybe, Seonghwa might change his mind. Maybe he wasn’t truly ready to leave, maybe he still felt something, and everything could go back to the way it was.

But Seonghwa’s next words shattered that fragile hope.

“Also… I think this is yours,” Seonghwa said suddenly, pulling a small box from his backpack. He handed it to Hongjoong, his gaze briefly meeting his before he turned away. Hongjoong took it with trembling hands, heart racing as he opened the box.

The sight inside made his chest tighten painfully. There, nestled inside the soft velvet lining, were all the handmade gifts he had ever given Seonghwa—each one holding a piece of their shared memories. The bracelet they used to wear together, once a symbol of their bond, lay at the top, worn and faded, but still beautiful.

Hongjoong’s breath caught in his throat as he picked it up, his fingers brushing over the familiar beads. His chest tightened, his emotions crashing in waves, threatening to overwhelm him. The memories of the times they’d spent together, the promises they’d made, all felt so distant now, like a dream he couldn’t quite remember.

Seonghwa had taken the time to keep these things, even after everything, but it still felt like a goodbye—like the final piece of their love had been boxed up and handed back to him.

“Seonghwa, please…” Hongjoong choked out, his voice breaking under the weight of the words. His chest felt tight, suffocating, and he couldn’t hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes. The box in his hands felt heavy, the weight of all their memories pressing down on him, threatening to crush him under its force.

His hands trembled uncontrollably as he looked up at Seonghwa, his heart in pieces. “Please… don’t go,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Seonghwa stood there, frozen for a moment, his own expression unreadable. His eyes were filled with something close to sorrow, but he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Hongjoong felt his world unraveling, the fragile thread that had held them together slipping away with every passing second.

Hongjoong wanted to reach out, to pull Seonghwa back to him, to stop him from walking out of his life, but the space between them felt insurmountable. He was losing him, and all he could do was stand there, shaking, pleading with the only words he could manage.

“I am sorry,” Seonghwa whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his breath shaky. Hongjoong watched helplessly as Seonghwa’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “But you’re strong, Hongjoong, I know it.”

Seonghwa took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, and gently cupped Hongjoong’s face with his hands. The warmth of his touch sent a shock through Hongjoong, his heart hammering in his chest.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Hongjoong felt Seonghwa’s fingertips on his skin, felt the tenderness in the way he held him, and for a fleeting instant, he wanted to believe it was a sign, that Seonghwa might change his mind, that this wasn’t the end.

But then, Seonghwa’s face softened in a bittersweet smile, and Hongjoong could see the quiet resolve in his eyes. “I wish things were different,” Seonghwa said softly, his thumb brushing away a tear from Hongjoong’s cheek. “But this is what’s best for both of us.”

Hongjoong’s heart broke at those words, and he wanted to scream, to tell Seonghwa that he didn’t want what was “best” if it meant losing him. But he couldn’t find the strength. Instead, he just stood there, his face in Seonghwa’s hands, unable to let go of the one person who had once been everything to him.

“But… why?” Hongjoong whispered, his voice trembling as the words spilled out. “We were so happy… Please, Seonghwa. I—I will change.” His hand reached out, trembling as he gently touched Seonghwa’s hair, his fingers lingering as though trying to hold onto a part of him that felt like it was slipping away.

Seonghwa’s eyes softened, but there was something in them—an aching sadness—that made Hongjoong’s chest tighten. Slowly, Seonghwa pulled back, his warmth disappearing as he lowered his hands from Hongjoong’s face. The space between them seemed to grow, as though no amount of touch could bridge the gap that had suddenly formed.

“Hongjoong…” Seonghwa’s voice was soft but firm, each word carrying a weight that made Hongjoong’s heart ache. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

Hongjoong blinked, his mind unable to grasp the meaning behind those words. “What do you mean…?” he whispered, voice cracking.

Seonghwa let out a soft sigh, looking down for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he met Hongjoong’s gaze again. “I know you love me, and I love you too. But I’m the one who’s changed. I’m the one who’s lost myself in this… in us. I can’t keep pretending that things are the same when they’re not.”

Hongjoong’s heart pounded in his chest, and his breath caught. “No, Seonghwa… you can’t—”

“It’s not your fault, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa interrupted gently. “You’re not the reason. But I’ve reached a point where I need to figure things out on my own. I need space to breathe, to find myself again. I can’t do that while holding on to what we had.”

The tears that had been building up finally spilled over, and Hongjoong felt a cold emptiness seep into his chest. Seonghwa was letting go, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The words “it’s not you, it’s me” stung in a way Hongjoong never imagined, because deep down, he knew Seonghwa was telling the truth. It was never about him. It was about Seonghwa needing something he couldn’t find with Hongjoong anymore.

As Seonghwa slowly backed away, Hongjoong’s hand fell limply to his side, the last touch of connection slipping away. And for the first time, Hongjoong understood—this really was the end.

“I hope you find someone perfect for you,” Seonghwa said, his voice gentle but laced with a quiet sorrow. He smiled softly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and Hongjoong felt a sharp ache in his chest at the words.

'You’re perfect for me' Hongjoong thought to himself, his heart breaking at the irony. It felt like a cruel twist of fate—Seonghwa was standing right there, saying goodbye, and yet Hongjoong couldn’t help but believe that he was still the one who belonged by Seonghwa’s side.

Before he could stop himself, a sob broke free from his throat, raw and unfiltered. His chest heaved with each desperate breath, the tears streaming down his face as everything he held onto slipped through his fingers.

Seonghwa’s eyes softened, and he looked away quickly, blinking back his own tears. He hated this, hated that he had to hurt Hongjoong, but he knew in his heart that this was the only way. The pain of staying, of dragging things out, was something neither of them deserved. Still, it didn’t make the decision any easier.

Seonghwa wiped at his eyes, his shoulders trembling as he fought to keep his composure. He wanted to comfort Hongjoong, wanted to hold him and tell him everything would be okay, but he couldn’t. Not when the goodbye had already been said without words.

The silence between them grew heavy, both of them crying softly in their own ways—one quietly holding onto the love that was slipping away, and the other silently mourning the loss of what they had tried so hard to protect.

“Can we kiss… for the last time?” Hongjoong choked out, his voice trembling between sobs. His head pounded painfully from the weight of his tears, his heart aching as though it was being torn in two. The simple request felt like a desperate plea, a final wish to hold onto something, anything, that reminded him of the love they once shared.

Seonghwa paused, his chest tightening as he met Hongjoong’s tear-streaked face. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond, his own heart breaking at the rawness of Hongjoong’s words. But slowly, he stepped closer, the space between them narrowing until there was only an inch separating them.

“For the last time…” Seonghwa whispered, his voice soft and tender, almost as if he were afraid to break the fragile moment between them. He reached out, his hand gently hanging around Hongjoong’s neck, pulling him in just slightly.

Hongjoong’s breath hitched, and without thinking, his hand found its place on Seonghwa’s waist, fingers trembling against the warmth of his skin. They leaned in together, their foreheads brushing, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this fleeting moment, knowing it would be the last.

And then, their lips met.

It wasn’t a kiss of passion or urgency, but one of quiet surrender—both of them giving in to the inevitable. It was bittersweet, filled with love and sorrow, the taste of goodbye lingering on their lips. Hongjoong’s heart shattered with every second, but he let himself savor the touch, the connection, even as it slipped away like sand through his fingers.

Seonghwa pulled away first, his eyes glistening with tears he couldn’t hold back. “I’m sorry,” he whispered once more, his voice breaking, before he gently stepped back, his arms falling to his sides.

And just like that, everything they had shared, everything they were, seemed to slip away.

Hongjoong stood frozen in place, tears falling uncontrollably as he watched Seonghwa grab his bag. Each step Seonghwa took felt like a painful hammer to his chest, the sound of his footsteps echoing louder than anything else in the room. Hongjoong’s body shook with sobs, unable to move, unable to say anything more.

Seonghwa didn’t look back. He walked past Hongjoong, his pace quickening, as though the weight of what was happening was becoming too much for him to bear as well. He didn’t want to stay here any longer and face the consequences of his own decision. He couldn’t watch Hongjoong cry any longer. It broke him in a way that words couldn’t express.

The apartment door creaked open, and Hongjoong’s heart felt like it stopped beating as Seonghwa stepped through it. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes pleading with the empty space where Seonghwa had just been.

And then the door slammed shut.

The sound was final. It was the sound of an ending that Hongjoong didn’t want but couldn’t stop. His chest felt hollow, as if every part of him had been ripped out and left with nothing but aching emptiness.

He stood there for what felt like forever, still crying, still hearing the echo of that door closing in his mind, unable to move, unable to do anything except feel the unbearable loss that had consumed him.

[channie-143]

Wanted to get seventeen tickets but the nosebleeds were $108 and as much as I want to experience a never ending Aju nice that’s too much for nosebleeds

[softsan]

guess who just got stray kids tickets in seoul ੈ✩‧₊˚🐰

[mysteriousrainsworld]

i knew stealing this from u would prove useful

after the dash i listened to the song recs and it got me in the mood even more

me reading this: ijbol

this was so cute idk 😭😭 had me saying awww for like two seconds

(now the tags with my process of reading 😎)

for love of the game

pairing: pitcher! wooyoung x batter! reader (fem) x teammate! yunho

genres: college baseball au, enemies to fuckbuddies, best friends to fuckbuddies, smut

summary: jung wooyoung, a pitcher with a fearsome curveball, and your self-proclaimed enemy since the beginning of the playoffs, is beyond determined to show you that he is in fact, on top. Yunho, your close friend and reliable teammate, will do everything in his power to watch it all go down.

w.c: 5k (2k words of plot bc i can ✨ the rest is filth tho i promise <3)

warnings: tobacco/vape usage, nasty mean dom! wooyo, perverted subby puppyboy! yuyu, bratty bitch in the streets, subby slut in the sheets! reader, yuyu has a horsecock, implied brat taming, brief choking, mxm, one single slap and spank, cuckholding, pet names/name calling, praise/degradation, humiliation kink, dirty talk, exhibitionism/voyeurism, brief breath play, oral (giving/receiving), masturbation, yuyu sucks cock, thigh fucking, cum eating, deep-throating, spit kink, hair tugging, breeding kink (would it be a kitten4sannie fic without it? idt so 💅🏼), unprotected sex, creampies, dumbification

a/n: hey batter, batter~~ ughhh i’ve been itching to write this ever since they went to their first dodger game 🥺 i had an unusual amount of fun writing this as you’ll be able to tell eeheheheh (≧∀≦) anygaysss i hope you enjoy this hater x hater x nasty bsf fantasy ✨

song recs: siren by ateez - new girl by finneas - knock me out by miyavi - heaven and back by chase atlantic

“You ready for today’s game, Y/N?” Yunho, your teammate and closest personal friend outside of baseball, asked you inquisitively, one of his large hands rubbing into the tense muscle of your shoulder, using the other to send a tactical text message to someone. 

When you weren’t training, working out, or competing in your college team’s playoff games, you were hanging out in Yunho’s frat house, watching him get his ass handed to him in League. You both had a simple, easy going relationship, one that consisted of chill kickbacks and drunken shenanigans, with the occasional exchange of longing glances, lingering touches, and perhaps an adrenaline induced fuck or two, or three before and after one of your games — but who were you to decipher what your relationship status was? You had your future career to focus on. 

“Am I ready? Yun, I came out the pussy ready for this fucking game,” you replied vulgarly, bringing your water bottle up to your lips to take a few sips, smiling crookedly up at your tall friend over the shoulder he was keenly massaging. 

“That’s what I like to hear, baby,” Yunho chimed proudly, shoving his phone into his back pocket so that he could use both of his hands on your shoulders, doing his best to loosen up your muscles with his long, slender fingers.

“I’m not your baby, but maybe I would be if you stopped solo-queuing as Braum every time you hop on League.” You couldn’t help but let out a few groans from the pressure he was using on you, hoping that his massage would aid you in the powerful swings you would have to make during the next seven innings. “I’m tired of watching you get ass fucked every round.” 

“You wanna go for a few rounds next time then? I wouldn’t mind watching you get wrecked,” Yunho mumbled into your ear, glancing across the dugout at the other team, before he let go of you and sat down next to his rowdy teammates, joining in on the competition to see whose thighs could take up the most space on the crowded bench. 

“Yeah, I bet, you degenerate. Oh, you know what else you can watch?” you retorted, pretending to reach into one of your pockets and pulling out nothing, simply holding your middle finger up to Yunho. Your best friend quickly mirrored your unique display of affection, leading the both of you to giggle and smile at each other for a little too long, before you decided to sit down as well and conserve your energy. 

During the typical pre-game announcements, you found yourself not being able to get comfortable like you usually could. It was off-putting, to say the least. There was nothing unusual going on. The sky was nice and clear, the wind blew a cool breeze across the exposed skin of your neck, right in between your pulled-up hair and the collar of your softball uniform. Your teammates were all stretching their limbs, shooting the shit, eagerly chewing nicotine gum, or spitting out tobacco juice into empty water bottles. All was right in the world, yet you couldn’t seem to stop bouncing your thigh, your cleats repeatedly digging deeper marks into the dirt below. That was when you felt the intensity of someone’s eyes boring into you. 

“Yo, baby, you got some chew on you?” someone with an irritatingly smug, yet distinctly familiar voice asked you from the other side of the snug dugout.

You immediately stood up from your seat, turning your head in the direction of the voice, just in time for you to come face to face with the Devil himself. 

Jung Wooyoung, a pitcher with a fearsome curveball, and your self-proclaimed enemy since the beginning of the playoffs, was casually leaning down against the small metal fence that separated your teams, looking up at you through the yellow lenses of his sunglasses. 

“Do I look like the type to put that nasty shit in my mouth?” you immediately snapped, taking a few steps in his direction, not realizing how hard you were squeezing your plastic water bottle until it began to audibly crunch inside your tight grasp. “Huh?” 

Wooyoung licked at the mole on his chapped bottom lip, his canines becoming visible when he smiled cockily at you. He missed his favorite plaything. You were so easy to rile up. It made his already tight pinstripe pants even tighter. “Mm, but you’ve put nastier things in your mouth, haven’t you, baby?”

Scoffing, you placed your hands on your soft hips, shaking your head, pretending his perverse words didn’t make your cheeks feel like they were already sunburnt, wanting to put up more of a front, now that your entire team was possibly listening in. “You would know a thing or two about that, wouldn’t you, Wooyoung? The handjobs you give your team aren’t doing enough for you these days, huh?” 

Wooyoung did his best to ignore the snickers and whispers of your team, taking his cap off to run his fingers through his silky raven hair, biting the corner of his lip all the while. “People talk in the locker rooms, you know. They say you really know your way around a cock. Probably from all that practice you get with your teammates, yeah?” He looked over to Yunho, who sheepishly smiled at him. “You can vouch for me, can’t you, Yun?” The batter remained quiet out of fear of your wrath.

Wooyoung was about to say more, when his vision was suddenly blurred by something cold. You had offered him mercy, dumping the rest of your water on the pitcher’s head, rather than shoving the entire bottle up his ass like you desperately wanted to. Instead of blowing up on you and embarrassing himself like you had hoped he would, Wooyoung simply flipped his hair back and put his cap back on, resulting in a few squeals from some nearby fangirls that were sitting in the stands. “If getting me hard was the goal, you succeeded, Y/N.” 

You grimaced. “You’re fucking disgusting, Wooyoung.” 

Wooyoung reached over the fence to push a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. “But, you love it, don’t you? That’s why you’re so obsessed with me.” 

“You should be obsessed with me. Maybe if you paid attention, you could figure out how to pitch a ball that I won’t knock out of the goddamn stadium.” 

You irked Wooyoung to no end, your equally quick-witted jabs getting underneath the pitcher’s tan skin. However, he wouldn’t let you have the satisfaction of seeing that, unless hell itself froze over. “And if you paid attention, maybe your team would actually make it out of the playoffs.” 

That was when a vein visibly began to bulge out of your temple, your jaw tensing. Wooyoung had struck a nerve. You knew it, he knew it, and your team definitely knew it. You’d give anything to make it to the championship game, but it was always just barely out of reach. The fact that Wooyoung would stoop so incredibly low had your blood boiling. You wanted nothing more than to grab the smug pitcher by his collar and spit directly in his face, but you were afraid that he would enjoy that more than you would have. So, instead you simply accepted defeat in that moment and sat back down on the bench, staring ahead at the expansive baseball field.  

You were too caught up in your own furious thoughts to notice that Yunho had left the spot he had taken up on the bench, instead leaning on the same fence Wooyoung had been chilling on just moments ago. 

“Your girl’s feisty, Yun. I fucking love it. She seems like she bites. Does she bite?” Wooyoung prodded the taller man, just as he pulled a vape out of his pocket and took a long hit, causally blowing out the smoke into Yunho’s face. 

Yunho waved the vapor away, shaking his head slightly. “She’s not mine, but yeah, she bites. She…does a lot of things.” 

Wooyoung hummed in response, smiling like he knew something no one else did, his eyes shifting from the crowd, to his teammates who smiled back at him, then back up at Yunho. “She’s not yours, but she lets you hit, doesn’t she?” 

“She does…She’s just very...rough.” Yunho bit his lip, thinking about how ferociously you would ride his cock in the empty locker rooms after the games you would ultimately lose, remembering all the love bites and scratches you littered his broad body in, knowing you wouldn’t let him go until you left his cock raw and so sensitive he was ready to cry. He was more of a softie himself, a good boy, if you will, not exactly cut out for the animalistic sex you required after such a brutal loss. Wooyoung, however, seemed more fit for that. In fact, Yunho felt his throat go dry just imagining the two of you going at it in such a way, especially in front of him. That was allowed, right? 

“Yunho.” Wooyoung took another long puff from his vape, using his free hand to take his glasses off and placing them over the brim of his baseball cap.

“Yeah?” 

Wooyoung reached up to place his hand on Yunho’s tense shoulder, massaging his digits into it to loosen up the muscle. “I got a proposition for you. If your team wins today, you get to fuck a happy, calm Y/N. She’ll probably even blow you without expecting anything back. Who knows, she might even swallow.” 

Yunho unconsciously licked his lips, glancing back over the shoulder Wooyoung was massaging into to admire your pretty face, even if it was contorted with rage-filled determination. He slowly looked back down at the pitcher. “And, if your team wins?” 

Wooyoung grinned deviously, licking at one of his sharp canines. “I get to put that pretty slut in her place.” 

-

The first locker in your sight was the main recipient of your bubbling anger, the side of your bat making contact with the metal, incidentally leaving an indent. “Motherfucker!” you shouted to no one inside the empty women’s locker room, tossing the bat down the long hallway, not bothering to watch it roll along the ground until it was stopped by someone’s dusty cleat. 

You threw your baseball cap into your crowded locker along with your balled up, button-up shirt once you pulled it off of your torso. You then pressed your hands into the cool metal, staring at your angry, sweaty reflection in the locker door mirror, huffing and puffing. “How could you strike out to a bitch like him? Do better,” you told yourself, your hands forming fists. 

Wooyoung cleared his throat, making his presence known, taking slow steps down the hallway with his hands in his pockets, happily chewing on a piece of gum. “I knew you were a sore loser, but I didn’t know it was this bad.” 

“Are you lost, Wooyoung? This is the women’s locker room, and last time I checked you don’t have a pussy,” you spat in his direction, reaching down to unbutton your pants. 

“You wanna check for me, baby? I might not be hung like Yunho, but I’ll still be able to pump you full of cum. A slutty little cleat chaser like you would love that, huh?” Wooyoung mused vulgarly, leaning against the lockers, lowering his tinted glasses to leer at your half-naked body. 

You didn’t look at Wooyoung for too long, knowing you might kill him, or fuck him raw, if you did, now that jealousy-fueled rage was flowing through your veins. 

A shower would probably help cool you down. Help you think straight. On the other hand, a nice, thick cock drilling into you wouldn’t solve all your problems, but it sure would help, even if it was your sworn enemy who was servicing you. Instead of replying, you simply shimmied out of your tight, dust-covered pants and stepped out of them, bringing a foot up onto the bench to stretch out your sore, bruise-ridden legs, deeply annoyed that you slid to so many bases just to lose anyway.

Wooyoung’s throat ran dry, his gaze suddenly fixated on the g-string that formed to the curves of your hips, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down upon the sight of the thin string tightly cupping your cunt as you bent down to massage your fingers into your thighs and calves. “Fuck, is that a thong? You usually don’t wear anything…” 

“What does it look like, dumbass?” you snapped, before turning on your heels in the opposite direction, looking back at him over your shoulder. Chuckling softly at the tent that formed inside his pants, you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it drop to the floor, prior to heading into the open shower room, very aware of the fact that Wooyoung was following close behind you like a eager, drooling puppy, smirking at the sounds of shuffling and grunting, the pitcher’s clothes hitting the tile floor on the way. Wooyoung talked a big game, but at the end of the day, he was just a man, and you took pride in knowing you had that power over him, even if you didn’t have it on the field. 

“Hey, does having something rubbing against your pussy help you play better, Y/N? Or do you just like getting wet in front of all those men like the whore you are?” Wooyoung asked near your ear, watching you turn the shower handle to the right until a steady stream of warm water began to pour onto the both of you, waiting for you to turn around so that he could slip his twitching fingers under the thong straps that clung to your hips and pulled them up just to watch your pussy lips slip out past the thin material, making the pitcher groan. 

“Did you come here just to slut shame me, Wooyoung?” You pressed your back into the cold tile wall behind you, goosebumps forming on your bare, heated skin, looking up at him past your wispy lashes, an amalgamation of intense hatred and lust sitting just beneath the surface of your piercing gaze. “Or did you come here to fuck me?” 

Wooyoung groaned at your bold words, pressing one of his hands onto the wall near your head, the other cupping your slick cunt, his lips just barely ghosting yours. “I didn’t just come here to fuck you, princess. I came here to ruin you.”

“Then, ruin me,” you reiterated, grabbing Wooyoung by a tuft of his wet hair, your teeth and tongues clashing together in an instant. 

Once Wooyoung was satisfied with the amount of spit he had swallowed, he pulled back, simply placing one hand on the top of your head and forcefully pushing you down until you got the hint. 

You were mad at yourself for being unable to resist getting on your knees for a cocky prick like Wooyoung, so you simply glared up at him, trying to pretend you didn’t notice his stiff, thick cock standing at attention in front of your face. “When I said ruin me, I meant my cunt. You think I’m just gonna suck you off because you pushed my head down? It’s bold of you to assume I won’t bite.” 

“Don’t be a brat, Y/N. I won today, so I deserve special treatment, don’t I?” Wooyoung argued, squinting his eyes at you once you began grimacing up at his erection, his fingers wrapping around your hair to create a makeshift ponytail. “Maybe if you didn’t strike out so many times, I would be the one on my knees, devouring that pretty cunt of yours.” 

“Shut the fuck up…” you murmured, squeezing your thighs together, not understanding why someone like Wooyoung had so much power over you. 

“That’s not very nice of you to say, princess.” Wooyoung reached down with his free hand to hold the base of his cock, tapping the leaking tip against your lips, smearing his pre-cum over them in the process. “How about we put that dirty mouth of yours to better use, yeah?”

Afraid he was late to the show after being forced to do an interview with the local college, Yunho quickly made his way into the women’s locker room, almost slipping on the bat you left on the floor as he followed the sounds of breathy groans, gurgled moans, and running water that were echoing from the showers. He almost fell to his knees at the sight of his best friend taking cock down her throat. You were a complete mess, streaks of mascara running down your flushed cheeks, strands of milky saliva dribbling down past your swollen lips, along your bulging throat, and onto your tits, your nose routinely making contact with Wooyoung’s pelvis. Yunho didn’t even know you could deep-throat cock with so much ease. 

Leaning against the opposite side of the shower room, Yunho desperately began to palm at his stiff, leaking length through the baggy gray sweatpants that hung loosely from his hips, his cheeks and ears growing red once he caught your teary gaze. 

You reached in between your trembling thighs, trying to relieve the deep ache inside your dripping cunt by filling it with two of your fingers, letting out a choked moan when Wooyoung roughly smacked the side of your cheek. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself? You’re my cocksleeve right now. You don’t get to play with your cunt, dumb whore,” Wooyoung grunted, letting go of your hair to pinch your nose when you wouldn’t stop finger-fucking yourself, keeping his cock lodged deep inside your throat, cutting off your only source to oxygen. 

“M-mmnfff…!” you whimpered, your brain starting to feel delightfully fuzzy around the edges, getting an instant head high from not being able to breathe. You waited until the very last second to stop playing with yourself, suddenly grabbing onto Wooyoung’s hips and squeezing them tightly, begging him for mercy with your watery eyes. 

Wooyoung immediately pulled his cock out of your mouth and slapped it down onto your face as a further attempt to humiliate you in front of your friend. “What a dirty slut…” He began to jerk himself off, rubbing his reddened cockhead against your parted lips. “I want you to listen to me. Once I cum inside your mouth, you’re not going to swallow, got it?” 

Wiping the excess saliva from your face, you nodded your head obediently, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes, knowing Yunho was just a few feet away from you, but too distracted by the thick, leaking cock right in front of your face. “Cum, please…”

Yunho didn’t realize how much he was getting off on being ignored by the two of you until he finally freed his cock from his stained sweatpants and jerked himself off directly, thick globs of pre-cum pouring down the side of his heavy length, breathy, whiny moans escaping from his drooling mouth, his glasses starting to fog up. 

“Brainless for me already, hm? What a good girl. Now, show me your tongue,” Wooyoung whispered, taking advantage of the situation and sending a few strings of spit down onto it as soon as you held out your tongue. When he watched you swallow it immediately, your thighs squeezing together right after, Wooyoung tossed his head back and let out a long guttural groan, pressing his cockhead against your tongue just in time for spurts of hot cum to shoot out of it. 

Ready to cum untouched from being used solely for Wooyoung’s pleasure, you carefully closed your mouth, not letting any of his hot load spill out, but not swallowing it down either, as much as you wanted to.

Wooyoung reached down to run his fingers through your wet hair, admiring the mess of pre-cum and spit you had on your face, smiling at you with his canines on display. “Spit out my cum onto your fingers and fuck it into that whore-hole of yours. You wanted to play with yourself, didn’t you? Now’s your chance, princess.” 

Shocked by Wooyoung’s perverted request, you simply looked up at him with wide eyes, looking like a hamster with the way your cheeks were currently puffed out and filled with his cum. 

“Go on, baby. Don’t be shy. Show Yunho why you have a reputation of being such a shameless cumslut with the guys on my team,” Wooyoung encouraged breathily, gently patting one of your filled cheeks, a few dribbles of milkiness leaking out past your lips.

Yunho’s eyes left the soaking mess in between your thighs for a second to meet your embarrassed gaze, coming to terms with this new information. Not only did you fuck him after your losses, but you took the time to fuck the winning team, even after Yunho had filled your womb with countless loads. You really were a slut. Yunho became so hard, he grew a bit dizzy. 

“F-fine, but don’t stare…” you murmured sheepishly, as if you hadn’t been ran through by both of their teams before. The men in question watched with bated breath as you let the milky load drip onto your fingers, letting out little gasps when they quickly disappeared all the way inside you, your cunt making obscene squelching sounds each time you pushed them in and out.

“You’re so filthy…I think I’m in love,” Wooyoung sighed dreamily, reaching down to clutch your jaw with his slender fingers. He smiled keenly at your contorted expression, enjoying the sound of your whiny moans. “What’s wrong, princess? Are you going to cum just from being a filthy whore? Does it feel that good knowing you're breeding yourself with my load? Mm, and it feels even better knowing that Yunho is watching you be my pretty little cum dump, huh?” 

“S-so good, I might…ffffuck…” Once your heated gaze returned to your best friend, Yunho began to seize up at the same time as you, painting his plain black t-shirt with ropes of cum just as your milky release poured onto the tile floor below. 

Wooyoung simply chuckled in amusement, before turning his head to face his longtime friend just in time to see him wiping thick streaks of cum off of his long, softened length. “Did you just bust a nut from watching Y/N try to impregnate herself?” 

“Y-yes.” Blushing, Yunho adjusted his glasses out of habit, now that he wasn’t wearing his contacts, pulling at the sleeve of his hoodie now that his two favorite people were looking at him like they wanted to devour him. 

“You’re just as dirty as she is.” Wooyoung smiled idly, positioning himself behind you so that your back pressed into his chest, slowly spreading you wide open for all three of you to see just how pink your soaked slit was. “Hey, Yun. You hungry?” 

“Very,” your teammate replied quickly, licking at his lips, already finding himself on his knees before you, ready to start panting in true golden retriever fashion. 

“You don’t mind if Yun eats out your pretty, cum-stuffed cunt, do you, baby?” Wooyoung asked you, leaning over to nip at your jaw, pinching your swollen clit just to hear the cute sound you made for him. 

Just as you gave them the go-ahead, your teammate buried his face in between your thighs, appreciating how Wooyoung spread you open further with his thumbs, eagerly lapping at the milky liquid that slowly began to drip out of you. 

“What a good puppy,” Wooyoung praised, growing hard and harder the longer he watched Yunho desperately slurp up the tangy mixture into his drooling mouth, slipping his cock in between your soft, sweaty thighs, appreciating the warmth they provided. “Do you like the way my cum tastes, Yun?” 

“Tasches scho good, Woo,” Yunho replied with his mouth full, dragging his dripping tongue up and over your puffy cunt over and over, idly kneading his fingers into the sides of your thighs. 

Groaning, Wooyoung began to fuck the tight space in between your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing deliciously against your pussy, making you moan even louder than you were before. “You wanna taste it from the source, Yun? Huh? You want a taste of my cock?” 

Yunho nodded quickly, having to push down his own stiff length from the way it was poking into his abdomen. Drooling, he watched how Wooyoung pulled you just a little farther back against his body, until Yunho had access to his friend’s leaking cock, immediately wrapping his lips around the reddened tip and noisily slurping on it. 

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Wooyoung moaned out, clutching one of your hips tightly, snaking the other one around your waist to begin flicking and rubbing your clit, looking down over your shoulder to watch his friend fervently suck and lick at his cock each time he thrusted himself between your closed, trembling thighs, a combination of his pre-cum and your wetness dirtying Yunho’s foggy glasses. “I’m gonna fucking cum all over your face, Yun. Gonna make Y/N squirt all over it too.” 

“Give it to me, please…” he panted, dragging his tongue up from Wooyoung’s twitching tip, along your pulsing cunt, and up over your clit, licking fervently at it when Wooyoung lifted your hood up to expose it completely. Yunho was so desperate to chase his high, he almost didn’t register that he had begun to hump against your leg like a dog in heat, leaving streaks of sticky pre-cum on your skin. 

“Good puppy, fuck, you’re such a good boy, Yuyu,” you praised your teammate whinily, desperately rubbing your cunt all over his tongue until your knees felt like they were about to buckle, Wooyoung’s veiny cock running along your slit from below sending you over the edge. 

“Wet this puppy’s face with your squirt, baby. Now,” Wooyoung growled into your ear, biting on the side of it just as he roughly pinched your clit, thrusting forward in between your thighs one more time, only for his sensitive tip to be met with Yunho’s agile tongue, his eyes rolling back when his friend lapped over and into the slit. 

Right as your arousal began to squirt onto Yunho’s flushed face, Wooyoung’s cock twitched up into your cunt, his hot load shooting out onto your teammate’s tongue, a few spurts landing onto his glasses. 

When Yunho was about to cum from rubbing himself all over your leg, he suddenly didn’t have access to it, causing him to look up and whimper. Licking at the cum and squirt on his lips, his honey brown eyes widened at the both of you, his pupils blown wide. 

Wooyoung had lifted up your trembling thighs so that they were pressed into either side of you, your body folded up like a paper doll, his hardened cock already slipping in and out of your soaking cunt. Chuckling at your breathless moans and whines, he dragged his tongue up and over your jaw, humming at the taste of your salty skin. “You’ve been waiting to get pounded like this, yeah? Because no one uses this pretty body like I do…huh? You’re so spoiled now.” 

“It’s all your fault,” you gasped out in between moans, reaching your arm back to hold onto Wooyoung’s neck, turning your head so that your lips ghosted along the side of his panting mouth. “Please cum inside, Woo, please, I need it.” 

Wooyoung squeezed his fingers into the underside of your thighs, bucking his hips roughly up into you. “God, I love when I turn you into my little breeding bitch.” He turned his head so that he could bite at your bottom lip, groaning, “Get ready to retire, baby. I’m gonna knock you up.” 

Yunho thought he was going to lose his goddamn mind from witnessing the display of dominance and submission that was taking place directly above him. Wooyoung was completely controlling your body, ruthlessly fucking up into you, one hand tugging at your hair, the other wrapped around your neck, a small bulge routinely becoming visible within your lower abdomen with each thrust and every he made into your stretched cunt. It seemed like neither of you could even remember that Yunho was there, right below you, until he began to eagerly lick at the slick, milky space where your heated, sticky bodies routinely made contact. 

You both moaned at the pleasurable sensation, your pulsing lower halves beginning to grow extremely heavy. “Yuyuuu, that feels so good,” you whimpered, angling your head down to gaze lovingly at Yunho, reaching your hand down to ruffle his sweaty hair. 

Growling, Wooyoung grabbed you by the chin and shoved his tongue down your throat, forcibly bouncing you up and down on his cock. Your teary eyes never closed, and never left Yunho’s, even when you began to cum for Wooyoung, your release spilling out into your dear teammate’s open mouth and onto his lolled-out tongue. Just when Yunho thought he couldn’t get any harder, you began to cry out a cuter version of Wooyoung’s name once he really started to drill his pulsing cock into your sensitive cunt, the twinges of jealousy Yunho felt only contributing to his need to witness his friend unload himself into you. 

Wooyoung pressed his forehead against yours, his sharp eyes boring into yours. “You look at me when you take my load, baby. I don’t care if your little boyfriend is watching me fuck you stupid,” he demanded, smacking his palm roughly into the side of your ass, making you squeak out in pleasurable pain. 

“Yes, Youngie,” you breathed out, your eyebrows drawing closer once your bottom half began to grow heavier and heavier, not knowing if you were truly capable of cumming for the nth time. 

“What a good girl…Open your mouth for me…” Sighing softly, he caught his dripping saliva on your tongue with his own and slid it into your open mouth, the both of you letting out muffled moans as he spilled inside you once again. He broke the sloppy kiss to look down over your shoulder, admiring how his load began to slip out past his softening cock, dripped down past his balls, and landed onto Yunho’s fucked-out face. He smiled darkly at the dried spurts of cum Yunho left on his t-shirt and stained sweatpants. “Baby, look at the mess puppy made…” 

You licked at your lips, both you and Wooyoung just about devouring your teammate with your lustful gazes alone. “Oh, Yuyu. Look what you’ve done to yourself. Poor, sweet puppy just wants to feel good, doesn’t he?” 

Yunho bit his bottom lip, looking up at the both of you with half-closed, watery eyes, completely at your combined mercy. “Y-yeah. More, please.” 

You and Wooyoung exchanged lecherous glances, knowing neither of you would be able to stop, especially not when you had such a perfect new companion to play with. Despite all the odds, you and your rival had finally come to a truce, and, of course, came to the conclusion that you’d be tag teaming Yunho until you would have to get ready for softball practice the next morning.

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The minjong interview is soooo cute... All interview have moments when the guys react to each other's answers, either by laughing, agreeing or agreeing and continuing on what's been previously said, but this one has the most of those moments lol. I can't even quote a specific one because they have this friendly, teasing atmosphere throughout the entire thing. Cute!

[kysstar]

BF!ATEEZ & THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE | ATEEZ

pairing : : bf!ateez x gn!reader

genre : : pure fluff

warnings : : none

author's note : : these are just my headcanons! they may differ from yours, so don't take them srsly <3

KIM HONG JOONG : : acts of service & words of affirmation

Buys you random little gifts, but they're always oddly specific. "I saw this tiny screwdriver and thought of you." Why? Who knows. But it's cute.

Writes you long, heartfelt messages at 3 AM. Half of them are deep, meaningful confessions, the other half are just him ranting about a new song he’s working on.

Fixes things around your place without you asking. One day, your lamp was flickering, the next day, it’s perfectly fine. You never saw him do it. He just… did.

Will absolutely hype you up over the smallest things. "You made toast?? honey, that’s incredible. You’re amazing. A genius."

If you say you’re stressed, suddenly there’s food, a blanket, and maybe even a PowerPoint presentation on why you should relax.

When he’s busy, he’ll send you voice memos instead of texts. Half the time, they’re just sleepy “I miss you” whispers. The other half, they’re chaotic and full of background noise because the members won’t stop yelling.

Steals your hoodies, not because he needs them, but because they “smell like you.” Refuses to give them back.

If he writes you a song, don’t expect a chill reaction when he plays it for you. You must listen intensely. You must tell him it’s amazing. He will be staring at you the whole time to catch your reaction.

Will drop the most romantic, poetic compliments out of nowhere. Then five minutes later: “You walk kinda funny. It’s cute.”

Tries to act like a cool, composed boyfriend but will malfunction if you kiss his forehead or hold his face. Expect a flustered, giggling mess.

PARK SEONG HWA : : acts of service & physical touch

Always fixing your hair or adjusting your clothes like a mom. “Hold still.” tucks a strand behind your ear, smooths out your shirt, fixes your entire life while he's at it.

If you’re tired, you will have a blanket on you within seconds. Where did it come from? How did he get it so fast? No one knows.

Randomly builds you tiny LEGO creations and presents them like they’re priceless artifacts. “This… is a cat. For you.” You must act impressed. It is important.

If you’re sad, he won’t ask what’s wrong right away. Instead, he’ll silently bring you snacks, fix your hair, and maybe start building a LEGO set next to you. A subtle "I’m here" in brick form.

Has a sixth sense for when you need comfort. Doesn’t ask, just pulls you into his arms and gently pats your back like a supportive grandma mother.

If you’re feeling down, suddenly your favorite snacks, a warm drink, and a soft, reassuring hand on your shoulder appear. Magic? No. Just Seonghwa.

Will randomly grab your hand and play with your fingers while talking, like it’s second nature.

You get sick? Oh, he’s going full caretaker mode. You are not lifting a finger. You are not allowed to argue. You are going to rest, and he will spoon-feed you if necessary.

If you fall asleep near him, he will sit there and just quietly admire you like a soft, lovestruck fool. Might brush his fingers through your hair. Might smile to himself. Might just stare like a cute little weirdo.

If he ever scolds you, it lasts 10 seconds before he’s hugging you again. “I’m serious, you need to take care of yourself.” pulls you into his chest “But I love you so much.”

JEONG YUN HO : : physical touch & quality time

Will randomly tackle-hug you out of nowhere. You could be peacefully drinking water, and boom—hug ambush. You just have to accept your fate.

Loves holding your hand but never just normally. It’s always swinging, squeezing, or playing some random hand game he just made up on the spot.

If you’re walking together, expect random piggyback rides. You don’t even have to ask. One second you’re on the ground, the next you’re on Yunho’s back, and he’s acting like it was your idea.

Will not let you sit far away from him. Couch? You’re cuddling. Bed? Also cuddling. Park bench? Yep, still cuddling.

Video game nights are serious business. He’s either lovingly teaching you how to play or completely destroying you while giggling. No in-between. If you somehow beat him? He will demand a rematch… and then probably hug you out of pride.

If you’re sad, he’s not even gonna ask what’s wrong—he’s just scooping you up into the biggest, warmest bear hug until you feel better.

Will happily let you rest your head on his lap, but be warned: He will play with your hair the entire time. Might even braid it.

If he’s really happy to see you, he does this little excited bounce before pulling you into the tightest hug, like a human golden retriever.

Plans the most fun, chaotic dates. Bowling, arcade nights, trying weird food together—he just wants to make memories with you.

Loves when you lay on his chest because, and I quote, "I like when you can hear my heartbeat." Absolute softie.

KANG YEO SANG : : quality time & words of affirmation

Will not say “I love you” a million times, but when he does? Oh, you feel it. Soft voice, deep eye contact, maybe even a little forehead touch.

Quality time with him is just existing together. No pressure, no big plans. Just sitting next to each other, watching something, sharing snacks.

Will randomly hit you with the most sarcastic, dry joke ever. You’ll be laughing, and he’s just sitting there, straight-faced. "Glad you find me funny." Sir, please.

Zones out mid-conversation. Not because he’s bored—his brain just buffers sometimes. You’ll say something, and he’ll just stare at you for five seconds before snapping back like, "Huh? No, I heard you. Keep going."

Subtly hypes you up. "You look good today." "I knew you’d do well." Just drops these little compliments so casually, but they always hit so hard.

If you ever doubt yourself, suddenly he’s your personal motivational speaker. “You’re smart. You’re capable. You’ve got this.” And the way he says it? You believe him.

Will sit through anything you like just to spend time with you. You wanna rewatch your comfort show for the 10th time? Cool. He’s there, probably holding your hand, occasionally making fun of the plot.

If he really loves you, he’ll let you win at games… once. Just once. After that? No mercy.

Not the biggest on PDA, but if you grab his hand first? Oh. Oh, he likes that. Might even squeeze it a little tighter.

If he ever teases you, congrats—he loves you. If he really loves you, he’ll tease you, then immediately follow it up with a soft “I’m just kidding” and a little smile.

CHOI SAN : : physical touch & words of affirmation

Hugging you is basically his full-time job. Standing? Hug. Sitting? Hug. Breathing? Hug. You are simply never escaping.

Whispers the sweetest things when he hugs you. “I missed you.” “You’re so cute.” “You feel like home.” Sir, please. Have mercy.

Will hold your face when he talks to you, like you’re the main character in a drama. It’s unnecessarily romantic. You might will pass out.

Always touching you somehow. Hand on your knee, arm around your shoulder, playing with your fingers—just constant soft contact.

If you’re ever sad? He will not stand for this. Immediate forehead press, deep eye contact, and the most heartfelt pep talk of your life.

Dramatically runs to you when he sees you after a long day. Might pick you up. Might spin you around. Might make an entire scene.

Loves holding hands, but only if he can swing them dramatically or squeeze them when he’s excited.

If he compliments you, it’s never basic. “You’re not just beautiful, you’re breathtaking.” Sir, we are in a grocery store.

Will flirt with you like he’s in a K-drama. The teasing smirk, the soft voice, the intense stare—it’s a lot to handle.

If he’s tired, you are now his personal pillow. He will lay on you, snuggle into you, and refuse to move. You have no choice but to accept your fate.

SONG MIN GI : : words of affirmation & quality time

Tells you he loves you at least 10 times a day. In the morning? “I love you.” Randomly while eating? “I love you.” Right before he falls asleep? Mumbled “love you” with his face smushed into the pillow.

Sends the longest, softest texts ever. You say “I miss you,” and suddenly, you’re getting a whole essay about how much you mean to him.

Quality time = just being near you. You don’t even have to talk. He just likes existing in the same space, vibing, maybe playing on his phone while you do your thing.

Will gas you up for literally anything. “WOW. You made pasta?? That’s crazy. A chef. A legend.” Sir, it’s instant ramen.

Hypes you up even when he’s half asleep. You could be telling him about your day while he’s dozing off, and he’ll still mumble, “That’s so cool, honey… you’re amazing…” before passing out.

If he’s excited, you’ll know. He cannot contain his feelings. Full body reactions, giant smiles, maybe even some hand flailing. He’s just so happy to be with you.

Tells you random deep thoughts out of nowhere. You’re chilling, and suddenly he’s like, “You know, you’re my favorite person.” No lead-up. Just pure feelings.

If he misses you, he is NOT subtle. Calls you, texts you, maybe even sends you a video of him pouting. “When are you coming back? I’m suffering.”

Loves when you sit next to him. Doesn’t matter if you’re watching a movie, eating, or doing nothing.

If you ever doubt yourself, oh boy. Immediate Mingi TED Talk. “What? No. You’re amazing. The best. I don’t accept this negativity.”

JUNG WOO YOUNG : : physical touch & acts of service

Touchy? Understatement. This man is attached to you at all times. Hugging, leaning, holding your face—your personal human koala.

Loves annoying you affectionately. Pokes your cheek, ruffles your hair, steals your food—then grins like a gremlin when you glare at him.

Acts like he’s your personal butler. "Sit down, I got it." Next thing you know, he’s cooking for you, fetching your blanket, and making sure you drink water.

Cooks for you just to show off. "Try this. Isn’t it the best thing you’ve ever eaten? Tell me I’m amazing." Yes, chef.

Lowkey competitive with acts of service. If you do something sweet for him, he must outdo you. You got him coffee? Now he’s making you a whole meal.

Back hugs. Constantly. Cooking? Back hug. Brushing your teeth? Back hug. Breathing? You guessed it—back hug.

Lays across your lap like a spoiled cat. Just flops down dramatically, waiting for head pats.

If he sees you struggling with something, he’s already fixing it. “No, no, don’t worry, I got it.” And boom—it’s done.

Randomly grabs your hand and swings it like a kid. No reason. Just happy.

Will absolutely tease you, but the moment someone else does? “Hey. That’s MY person. Be nice.” Protective but in a playful way.

CHOI JUNG HO : : acts of service & words of affirmation

Quietly does things for you without making a big deal about it. Your phone was dying? Now it’s charging. You left your jacket on the chair? Now it’s folded. You didn’t even see him do it.

Tells you to take care of yourself, then does it for you anyway. “You should eat.” Five minutes later, he’s handing you food.

Lifts heavy things for you without saying a word. Even if you’re totally capable, he’s already carrying it. Just let him have this.

If you’re feeling down, expect the most comforting words of all time. No fluff, no exaggeration—just pure, genuine belief in you.

Roasts you lightly but follows it up with the softest compliment. “You’re kind of a disaster.” pause “But you’re my disaster.”

Pays attention to the little things. If you offhandedly mention liking a snack, guess what? It’s now stocked in your kitchen.

Doesn’t initiate PDA a lot, but if you hug him first? He melts. Might even squeeze you tighter and mumble, “You smell nice.”

Refuses to let you struggle. Can’t open a jar? Handled. Need help carrying bags? Already done. Minor inconvenience? Not on his watch.

Casually drops the deepest compliments ever. “I think you make people feel safe.” Sir, what am I supposed to do with that?

Acts like he doesn’t care when you baby him, but secretly loves it. You ruffle his hair? He rolls his eyes but doesn’t move away. You call him cute? Cue the ear blush.

© kysstar

[bontentrio]

ATEEZ and ALMOST BREAKING UP

ot8 x gn reader

summary: you’re in a relationship and one of you (or both) want to break up.

tw: angst (insecurities, arguments, reader flinches sometimes but it’s not violence) but with happy endings because i am weak + fluff + slight nsfw in mingi’s + alcohol in jongho’s.

a/n: i got carried away with yeosang’s and jongho’s my apologies 🙏 rqs are open btw! (also i promise i’m working on ateez stuck in the friendzone part 2 but i have this scheduled for today)

HONGJOONG

you stared at hongjoong in bewilderment. he was sitting down in front of you, with tears in his eyes that threatened to spill if he blinked. he looked so… fragile. as if one single word or touch from you could break him. yet you sat there, with confusion painted all over your face.

“i’m sorry, what?” you asked.

“i think we need to break up” he whispered, as a tear rolled down his cheek and looked away. so you didn’t hear wrong.

“i don’t agree” you said, taking his hand in yours. “what brought you this thought?” you asked, making him look down. you waited a few moments, not wanting to pressure him into talking. then, hongjoong lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.

“i’m always busy, we haven’t seen each other in a while and i take too long to reply to your texts” he explained. “you deserve someone who is always there for you”

“but don’t i get a say in this? i knew what i was getting into when we started seeing each other” you started saying as you scooted closer to him, in order to lift up his face to look at you. once your eyes interlocked, you cradled his face and continued: “yeah it sucks not being able to see you as much as i wished to, but also it’s not like i’m unhappy. i cherish the small moments we spend together, it makes me eager for the next one”

“but-“ he started saying, but you interrupted him with a kiss. at first, hongjoong sat still, surprised by your sudden actions, but then he kissed you right back. “no buts joong, we are not breaking up. i love you and i still want this. i still want you” you whispered against his lips, reassuringly.

he nodded in response, believing you.

SEONGHWA

“can we talk for a moment?” you asked seonghwa, who immediately felt his blood run cold at the question. he dropped his phone and studied your face: you looked sad, tired even.

realization struck him as quick as alighting: you’ve been avoiding his kisses for at least two days now, and he’s been brushing it off thinking you were just in a weird mood. i mean, yes it bothered him, but he also loved you too much to not give you space if you needed it. he always wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. but maybe he was wrong about that?

“is something wrong, my love?” he asked with a shaky voice as he took your hand in his. he chose to ignore the way you slightly flinched at his touch, or else his heart would break even more.

“i think-“ you started saying, looking down at your intertwined hands. his hold was gentle, as he always has been. kind, gentle, beautiful, all things you were not. “i think we should take a break”.

you looked up to him, and immediately regretted it: tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill, while his lips were parted, probably trying to think of what to say. the scene completely broke you, and further proved your point about your insecurities.

“did i do something wrong?” he whispered, not trusting his voice to speak louder without breaking. your eyebrows furrowed, how could he think that when he’s been nothing but perfect in every way? “if i did i’m sorry y/n, i’ll change, but please don’t leave me”

you hugged him tightly, hiding his face on your neck as he sobbed. you didn’t realize you started crying too. “i’m sorry baby, you didn’t do anything wrong” you started saying after a while, pulling him back and cradling his face “it’s me, it’s all me and it has always been me. i’m the problem and i’m always holding you back, i’m sorry hwa”

“holding me back? what do you mean? baby you’re my motivation” seonghwa said, wiping away your tear with his thumbs. “but-“ you started saying, only to be interrupted by him:

“no, don’t ever say that again. you’re my star, y/n”.

YUNHO

normally, you would find yunho’s angry face hot, but now that it’s directed at you? not so much. not when he’s staring at you like you’re a waste of time and space, which only made your anger bubble up more.

“don’t just sit and stare at me! can you please give me a response? it’s not hard yunho” you exclaimed, earning a big eye roll from him “it’s a simple yes or no question: were you flirting with them?”

“god y/n you can be so annoying! no i wasn’t flirting, but now i wish i was so i could have a valid excuse to not see you again!” yunho yelled, standing up abruptly from his seat, making you take a step back unconsciously. this action didn’t go unnoticed by him, quickly realizing that surprise took over your face for a moment, before turning back to anger.

“if you don’t want to see me again then let’s just break up. i’m setting you free yunho” you said in anger, contrasting the way your eyes started watering.

you turned around in order to leave, not wanting him to see you cry, but he grabbed your hand, stopping you. when you turned around, you saw that his hard expression had softened, anger slowly dissipating.

“wait, don’t leave” he started saying “i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking straight when i said what i said. i love you, i didn’t flirt with them and i don’t want you to leave”

yunho’s eyes silently begged you to forgive him, as he brought you closer to him slowly, testing the waters. when he realized you weren’t going to move away, he wrapped his arms around you. “i’m truly sorry baby, please don’t leave. i love you”.

you cried softly on his chest, as he thought of ways to make you forgive him completely. he refused to let you go.

YEOSANG

“i think this should end, y/n” he said suddenly, making you turn around in your spot at the kitchen. you looked at him confused, tea cups still on your hand.

“you mean the habit of us having tea together before bed?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. yeosang stood up from the coach, and approached you slowly as you took notice of his sad face. “you know what i mean” he whispered once he reached you.

you shook your head “no, actually i don’t. is this about the argument earlier? i forgave you already, it’s all good yeo i promise” you replied quickly, setting the tea cups aside and proceeding to hold his arms. yeosang stared at you, it seems like he was about to cry as well, becoming all too real.

it’s rare for you to argue honestly, often choosing to just talk things out calmly. but earlier that day, ‘talking’ seemed impossible, as constant yelling filled the room. yeosang had promised, once again, to take you out on a date to celebrate your anniversary (two weeks and a half ago), but due to his idol duties he cancelled again. you have had enough, so things escalated rather quickly, making him leave your shared home with a loud shut of the door.

thing is, hours later yeosang showed up with a small bouquet of flowers and asked for forgiveness. he also explained to you how overwhelmed he felt at the moment with all the upcoming comeback preparations. you understood him obviously, and decided it would be better to just move the date until after promotions.

so everything was fine, all forgiven. what brought this now? “baby we barely see each other, except late at night like right now” he started saying, biting his lip so he could stop the tears from spilling out “you deserve someone better”.

“yeosang you are the ‘better’ you’re refereing to! i don’t want anyone else” you answered, hugging him. “i just want you, all of you, even with your weird and long schedules. i still want to feel your kiss on my cheek every time you leave and i still want to have tea with you late at night”

yeosang kissed you, pouring his whole soul and love in it as he held you impossibly closer than before. after a while, he reluctantly broke it, face still close to yours.

“i’m sorry, i love you” he whispered.

SAN

“no” he said, shaking his head as he looked at you with an unreadable expression “no, we’re not breaking up”

“but-“ you started to argue, kind of getting annoyed at the way he dismissed your previous statement. it’s been a week since fans started suspecting of your relationship, after a sasaeng had caught you at a restaurant celebrating your first anniversary. the media was going wild, even going as far as searching up your socials and sending malicious messages, all telling you to break up with san and that you’re harming his idol image.

“i said no, baby” he said, kissing your cheek and taking your hand, leading you to the bedroom “let’s go to bed”

“san! i’m about to ruin your career, i can’t just brush it off like it’s nothing! we need to break up, or at least take a break until everything calms down” you exclaimed, taking your hand back. san stared at you, face still unreadable but with some traces of hurt evident in his eyes. he took your hands again.

“you’re not going to ruin my career, love” he started saying, holding your hands tighter as if he was scared of letting go “kq’s management is handling it, they assured me everything will be fine because the angle of the photo didn’t show my face, and the couple behind us hid my body as well, so it’s not noticeable that it’s me”

you thought for a moment. truth is, you love san way too much to bring him harm, as small as possible it may be. he knew this, but his reasoning made sense. for all the media knows, the guy in the picture could be a lookalike.

“please” he said, barely above a whisper. you nodded, kissing his lips reassuringly. it’s going to be okay.

MINGI

the room felt heated, despite the different pieces of clothing that have been mindlessly discarded all over the place. mingi’s mouth never left yours, tongue entering your mouth as if it was it’s second home. his hands were everywhere: massaging your chest, holding your waist, playing with your ass, caressing your thighs. you felt him everywhere, all at once.

“we should really break things off” he said, in between kisses. you nodded, letting out a small moan when his lips found your neck. “definitely” you managed to say.

you and mingi have been arguing a lot recently, sometimes over silly small things like laundry or house chores, and other times the argument would revolve around hin forgetting important dates or your stubbornness to remember that he is an idol and is, of course, busy.

mingi’s hands went back to your ass, slapping it lightly and making you jump. he proceeded to hold your thighs, pulling you up to his height as he pressed you against the wall. he kissed you again, desperately and deeply.

“min-“ you started saying, or attempted to say since his lips made it near impossible. he bit your lip in response. “mingi”

he hummed against your lips. “this is not what breaking up means” you managed to say, pulling the back of his hair lightly but enough to make hin groan. “i know, but what if it is for us? i know you’ll miss this, miss me. now hold tight” he answered, unbucking his belt as you held on him tightly to not fall while he maneuvered with his pants.

once he was done, and pressed you harder against the wall, your trail of thought immediately disappeared. if it was a good or bad decision, or something that would become cyclical, that would be a problem for the future.

WOOYOUNG

“we should break up” you said, as a matter of fact. you stood in front of him, arms crossed as a serious expression adorned your face. wooyoung, in contrast, was sitting on your shared bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media. he didn’t even bother to look up.

“and why do you think that, baby?” he asked, still not looking at you, which caused your eye to twitch slightly. “exactly because of things like this wooyoung! i’m trying to break up with you and you don’t even care!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air dramatically.

wooyoung blocked his phone and set it aside, sitting up straight in the process. his eyes found yours, probably trying to decipher how you were feeling. “are there any other reasons?”

“you don’t have time for me-“ you replied. “i still see you every night unless i’m on tour, and even in that circumstance i call every day” he interrupted. “okay, but you also never help me around the house” you argued. “baby, i literally cook half of your meals”.

“but-“ you started saying, only to be interrupted once again by wooyoung: “see? no reasons, no break up” he said, patting your head and returning to his phone.

“you’re impossible” you said, sitting beside him with your arms still crossed against your chest. wooyoung kissed your cheek “i know, but you love me nonetheless. plus i know this was an attempt to prank me as revenge for last time”

your eyes widened in surprise.

“HOW?!”

JONGHO

you might have taken a few too many drinks at tonight’s night out with your friends, so they had to call your boyfriend jongho to come and pick you up. thankfully, he answered quickly and said he would be there in 10.

“noooo you called jongho?” you asked, tipsily as you grabbed your friend’s hand that was holding your phone. “he has to wake up early tomorrow! he shouldn’t be driving around, he has to rest!”

“someone has to get you home, babe! plus he seemed fine, i promise” your friend answered in between giggles watching you pout.

once you spot jongho, your whole face lit up involuntarily, as if it was a reflex. once he reached your table, he hugged you from behind, pecking your cheek. “thanks for calling me and taking care of her” he told your friends. you clumsily bid your goodbyes to your friends and turned to jongho, ready to go.

“you shouldn’t have come, jongs” you started saying as he buckled up your belt in the passenger seat. “you have a long day tomorrow”

“it’s no problem baby, i couldn’t sleep anyways” he said, jogging back to the driver’s seat. you looked at him, thoughtful expression on your face for a few moments. “what?” he asked, chuckling as he drove the car out of the parking lot.

“you weren’t able to sleep because i was out? or because you weren’t feeling tired?” you asked, curiously. for someone who was terribly drunk, you sure got philosophical. add that to the long list of things jongho finds endearing about you.

“little bit of both i guess” he answered, stopping at a red light. you stayed quiet, strangely so, which caused jongho to turn his face to you to check if you fell asleep. but you weren’t. instead, you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “baby? what’s wrong?” he said, slightly panicking, not caring that the light turned green. since it was late at night, his car was the only one there at the moment.

“i’m a burden to you” you concluded, tears rolling down your cheeks “i’m holding you back and you should leave me”. huh?!?!

“baby, what are you talking about?” he asked in confusion, before frantically holding your face and wiping your tears away with kisses. “you always appear to save the day jongs, and i do nothing in return” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

“you do more than you realize, y/n” he said, kissing you once more. “but you’re drunk, and i know nothing i’ll say will stick in this state. so let’s talk about it tomorrow, yes?”

“promise?” you asked, in a tiny voice. “i promise” he reassured.

[elllisaaa]

CONNECTED - BANGCHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 5 - BREEDING

SUMMARY : you've been nothing but a good girl to him lately, even watching over his niece when his sister visited him by surprise. and it awakened an urge in him. maybe your relationship is more than what chan pretends it is.

-> pairing : sugar daddy!chan x fem!reader

-> words count : 2k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : dom!chan x sub!reader, breeding kink (obviously), creampie, unprotected sex, sprinkle of angst, dirty talk, spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, use of 'good girl', praising, begging, teasing, rough sex

+ the way i'm depicting chan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | ateez masterlist | kinktober 2024

When Chan asked you to come spend the weekend at his place, he didn’t think he would find himself trapped with his sister and her two kids coming over. You were actually in the middle of a quite intense make out session, with you sitting on his lap on the couch, when someone rang the front door bell. And he had no choice but to open the door when he heard Hannah’s voice calling for him from the outside. Chan had apologized at least ten times to you already for the embarrassing situation he put you in - having to explain to his sister that you were just friends wasn’t the most agreeable moment of your life, especially since she must have guessed it wasn’t true. 

She asked for you to stay with them, and even though her intentions were probably good, it made it all very uncomfortable for you. Hannah must have thought that you were Chan’s girlfriend despite the age difference, but of course, she couldn’t guess that he was in fact your sugar daddy. It had started almost nine months ago, when you met Chan at the bar you were working at. That night, he came in alone and he looked sad, so since it was a quiet night, you took some time to talk with him. And when he left, he handed you a tip that could have covered your rent for three months at least, along with his number if you wanted to chat again. It was not long after that he proposed to give you money in exchange for the two of you meeting weekly to talk. 

And at the beginning, you must admit that you were purely interested in his money - it was only the cherry on top that Chan was crazy handsome and that your conversations were pretty interesting too. But as time went on, he became so much more than just a man paying you to discuss with him. He started to give you more and more gifts, and you started to feel way more for him than what your relationship wanted the two of you to be. It all changed when you went out to a bar together, and came back to his place completely wasted. That was the first time you ever fucked with him, and it hadn’t stopped until then. And honestly, you coulnd’t ask for more - you had an attractive, rich man, paying you for spending time with him and gifting you all sorts of things, and he was also fucking you like a queen, treating you like a queen. Well, there was actually something more that you wanted but you knew it was impossible, knew you couldn’t have it. 

“- Tom ! Layla ! We’re leaving, come here !”

Hannah’s two kids that you had been playing with for an hour clinged to you as they refused to go back to their mother, and if she watched the scene pretty amused, Chan had something else swirling in his eyes. Seeing you be so affectionate, be so natural at taking care of childrens had him thinking about things he shouldn’t, about making you his wife and the mother of his own kids when you weren’t even his girlfriend. And you were still so young, you still had so much to live before getting trapped in a relationship like this, before committing to life, especially to him. You couldn’t feel the same, but as you looked at him with a bright smile, his niece and nephew refusing to let you go, his heart beat faster when he dreamt about it being the sight he could wake up to every morning. 

“- What came over you Channie ?

- Nothing, I just need you. Right now.”

You didn’t protest much more, letting him pin you down to his mattress and explore your whole body with his hands. His lips were demanding and rough against yours, but you loved it when he was a little more harsh, when he stopped being so worried about hurting you. Though, you didn’t quite understand what snapped for him to drag you upstairs as soon as his sister left. Maybe it was only because he was frustrated of having been interrupted earlier, but it felt like it was something else, like there was something more. 

“- On your knees, head in the pillow. I wanna see your pretty ass when I fuck you.”

You didn’t say anything, once again, and simply obeyed and turned around to position yourself like he had asked you to. Chan’s hand immediately landed on your cheeks, forcing a pained moan out of you. He practically ripped your pants off of you, along with your underwear, and this time he slapped your pussy, your body lurching forward and if it wasn’t for the strong grip he had around your waist, you would’ve collapsed on the bed. 

“- Always so wet for me, fuck…”

His deep, raspy voice whispering dirty things behind you had you clenching around nothing, and Chan was quick to notice it as his eyes were still glued onto your pussy. You felt one of his fingers run from your sensitive clit and along your dripping slit, the tip teasing your entrance. You couldn’t help moving your hip against his fingers, trying to entice him into giving you more. 

“- You’re so greedy babygirl, you always want more from me, uh ?”

It made you moan, but it also made your heart clench, because he was too close to the truth. However, the feeling of two of his fingers slipping inside of your cunt made your train of thoughts stop there and it was for the best. You moaned louder this time, Chan thrusting his fingers into you at a rapid pace from the get-go. You both knew you didn’t need any preparation now, too used to his cock, but he loved to tease, loved to see how he could drive you insane with only two of his fingers. 

“- You were such a good girl today, I think you deserve a reward, don’t you ?”

You whined and nodded your head energetically as an answer, and you could easily imagine the cocky grin that must have spread on Chan’s face. You heard him unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants and underwear behind you, his hands soon returning to their previous spot on your waist as his tip bumped against your clit. 

“- Channie… Please…

- Come on baby, we both know you can do better than that.

- Please, fuck me Channie, please, I want your cock so bad…

- There you go, good girl.”

He didn’t let you say anything more as he pushed half of his cock inside of you, letting you breathe and adjust to his size for a few seconds. But soon enough, he was filling you up to the brim, and you couldn’t keep your moans for yourself, and you couldn’t help the way you were clenching around him. 

“- Shit… I can never get enough of your pretty pussy.”

Your fists were gripping tightly onto the sheets to try and keep a bit of your sanity as Chan started to pull back, only to slam into your cunt full force, the back of his muscular thighs slapping against your ass and producing a lewd sound that mixed with the squelching of your impossibly soaked folds. A thin layer of sweat had started to form on your back as Chan restlessly pounded into you, his mind only clouded with thoughts of you full of his cum, so full you couldn’t escape from his hold ever again. His hands had an iron grip around your waist, pulling you back to him to hit deeper into you. You moaned louder with each one of his thrusts, slowly losing your mind to the sensation of his cock dragging against your velvety walls. 

“- C-Channie… 

- What is it babygirl ? Feeling close already ?”

You simply cried out his name again, the way he had leant into you to be able to talk directly into your ear made the angle of his hips change and hit your sweet spot even more perfectly - and you knew he did it on purpose, did it to make you go crazy. And it worked every time.

“- Mmh… You’re squeezing me so tight… There you go, cum around me angel.”

Every word that fell from his mouth brought you closer to the edge and you buried your face into his pillow to drown out your cries of pleasure as you came around him, his steady pace never flattering as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. And even when you started to whine from overstimulation, Chan didn’t stop. 

“- I-It’s too much… 

- Just let me fill you up, yeah ? Gonna give you my cum, gonna fill you up to the brim…”

Chan didn’t care anymore about the way this may all sound to you, his mind was clouded with thoughts of you becoming his wife, of you carrying his child, of your pussy dripping from his cum, and all he wanted was to stuff you full of his load, full of him, to make you his forever. His thrusts became rougher, and he was starting to lose his rhythm, though that was enough to bring you to the brink of another orgasm as you turned your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder : he had thrown his head back, his dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead and his muscular chest covered in sweat. But the best part of it all was the way his face contorted in pleasure.

“- Please, Channie… Give it to me, I want it all…”

His eyes bore into yours with a rare intensity, with lust but also some kind of possessiveness that he had never shown towards you. It was like something shifted, something that was going to change your relationship forever. 

“- Yeah ? You want my cum angel ? You want my babies ?”

You didn’t even know that you wanted it, but the moment he said it, you let out a broken moan as you nodded as best as you could, trying to move your hips to match his deep and quick thrusts. You knew that you wanted to be his - to be truly his - but you weren’t even aware that it was to that extent. But the thought of actually being the mother of his children seemed appealing, and it made you cried out his name again.

“- Words babygirl.

- F-Fuck ! Yes, yes I want your cum, I want your babies Channie !

- Shit… I’m gonna make you pregnant, gonna make you fucking mine.”

Chan growled behind you as he buried himself to the hilt into your pussy one last time, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white as he moaned and groaned, the sensation crashing like a violent wave against him, but it was mostly the thought that he might actually get you pregnant that made him say your name the loudest. Your second orgasm was even more intense than the first one, his promise and the feeling of his cum filling you up in the best way possible making you shake and tremble in his hold. 

“- God, you’re gonna be the death of me one of these days.”

Chan murmured with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched the way some of his release dripped down your thighs despite him being still in you. The sight was mesmerizing, and he simply couldn’t look away, he simply couldn’t not get hard again. 

“- Seriously ?”

Your whines made him chuckle as he pulled out to help you lay down on your back. As soon as he was sure you were comfortable, Chan kissed you passionately, and there seemed to be something more behind the sensual glide of your tongues this time. 

“- Not my fault angel, you agreed to be mine, now you have to bear with that.”

His eyes were gleaming with so much adoration that you couldn’t pretend not feeling the same anymore and you bit down on your lips as you locked your gaze with his, your voice barely above a whisper as you talked. 

“- Yeah… I’m yours Chan.”

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[bombuni]

contains: poly!ateez x gn!reader, soft ateez taking care of u, non-verbal and self-isolating reader, implied depressed/chronically ill reader

you: babies i think it’s better if you don’t come over tonight

joong: Everything ok?

minmin: but im hungry and u said u’d make dinner :(

woo: WE’RE HUNGRY!!! OM NOM NOM

you: just not feeling it tonight. sorry

You shut your phone off with guilt weighing in your heart. You had promised your boys a nice home-made dinner after a hard week full of non-stop practicing. You knew they’d been looking forward to it the entire week, the stress-free time they’d get to spend with you, but, there’s a pit in your stomach that’s been growing the past week and now it’s big enough to stop you from doing anything else but wallow in your thoughts. Now the guilt just adds to it.

There’s times when you don’t have energy for anything. Not even for your favorite people on Earth and it’s simply your body’s fault. At least you try to tell yourself that.

There’s no response to your last message and you sent it an hour ago. Usually you’d be suspicious about the lack of whining and bickering, but you’re just too tired to worry as fatigue fogs your senses. You’re set for a night of self-pity when your front door unlocks, myriads of voices barging in and breaking the calm of your apartment. You already feel a headache coming on as Wooyoung, like usual, argues about whatever hill he’s chosen to die on.

You want to get up to greet them, but somethings stopping you. The pit in your stomach almost weighs you down, your limbs too heavy to move now. You sigh and surrender to your body’s fatigue.

Seonghwa watches you with a sad look on his face. He knows all the tell-tale signs of your sad ruts by now, the most obvious of all being when you go out of your way to isolate yourself. It hurts him because he wants to help you, but he‘s not quite sure how to do it right with you.

“Sweet thing,” he coos quietly and lays a gentle hand atop yours, “how do you feel?”

His attention turns a switch on in you, feeling yourself melt against his soft touch and caring voice. You shrug, feeling a loss of words. You don’t really have any to describe how you feel. Or rather, there’s a boulder in your throat stopping you from even attempting to say anything.

Hongjoong and San walk over, the latter immediately scooping you up into his arms despite Seonghwa’s protests. Hongjoong leans over the back of the couch, carding his fingers through your hair and tutting at the state you’re in.

“You’re not getting rid of us that easy, you know,” he mumbles.

San looks right at you even if you won’t meet his eyes, trying his best to communicate the worry he has because he knows words don’t work with you when you’re like this. Seonghwa flicks San’s forehead, pulling a loud noise of protest out of him, “Aren’t you supposed to be helping in the kitchen?”

San responds by pulling you tightly against him and closing his eyes in bliss. Seonghwa grumbles something about disrespect, but walks away to help in the kitchen himself. It’s starting to feel a little warm with San’s irresistible need to touch you and Hongjoong’s eyes not once leaving your form. It gets unbearably hot when you feel Mingi’s lips against the crown of your head, Wooyoung doing the same and immediately jumping into gently scolding you for pushing them away.

Hongjoong wants to agree but he knows it’s not what you need right now. He shushes Wooyoung, “Did you take your meds yet?”

You shake your head. Yunho walks up to you, bending down to hand you your medicine with a kind smile on his face. He takes your hand in his when you swallow your pills, kissing each of your knuckles gently, as if he fears scaring you away.

“Here.” Yeosang passes you a glass of water. There’s eight pairs of eyes on you and you can feel each one. It’s like they’re watching a zoo animal on display and you’d laugh at the thought in any other circumstance.

Jongho stands across you, intently staring you down, “You know you can’t just expect us to leave you alone, right?”

San pulls your head into his chest and throws protective arms over you as if you’re a kid getting a scolding, “Don’t be mean.”

Jongho is about to retort before Seonghwa stops him, “Ok! Ok, what Jongho means,” he kneels down next to Yunho with a gentle expression aimed at you, “Is that we want to help you, sweetheart. And it’s hard to do that when you don’t allow us to,”

Yeosang scratches at his neck as he finds the words, “We know it’s hard for you to do that, but…”

Hongjoong continues for him, “We’re just asking that you try at least. Okay?”

You hesitantly nod into San’s chest and you feel him let out a sigh of relief. Wooyoung speaks up from behind you, “You’re hogging ‘em, Sannie,”

He shakes his head violently and hugs you tighter, “No ‘m not.”

Mingi grimaces, “You totally are.”

It’s all-out war again and your body shakes between theirs as each one tries to take you for themselves. San’s still got a good grip on you as Yunho, Seonghwa, and Jongho fight to pull him off of you. Wooyoung and Mingi stand back and argue with San, really the only thing they’re good for. Hongjoong and Yeosang grimace and watch the events unfold, only waiting to step in if they notice you get overwhelmed.

But you don’t. You feel warm and loved and happy, and there’s a bubble of laughter forming in your throat and surpassing the boulder that was stuck in you before. You’ll take it one step at a time, and they’ll take that step with you.

bom note: this is for the gays with chronic fear of being emotionally vulnerable. i tried to make readers issues as vague as possible for u. Also realistically i would not want 8 men all up in my space when im in one of these moods but it’s fantasy ok shhh

[nateezfics]

so this is goodbye;

just going to be to the point here. i cannot call what i am on right now as a semi hiatus or even a hiatus at all, really. i don’t want to make this a bigger deal than necessary or repeat myself because i’ve already shared my thoughts on this matter here before, but to be blunt i have no desire of ever writing for this blog again. so really, i should say that i am not on a hiatus, but rather that i am genuinely saying goodbye to nateezfics. i don’t need to explain anything, but to be transparent, i have lost interest in ateez and kpop as a whole. it is sad to say; kpop has been a major part of my life the better part of the last seven years. i noticed this decline in interest months ago, but had held onto the hope that i would rekindle my interest and love for it again. but now i cannot deny it. being into ateez/kpop just doesn’t feel the same anymore…like something hasn’t felt quite right to me. there is no desire to write fanfiction for ateez/kpop anymore. i simply have moved on.

i will always cherish the memories, the people i’ve met, the mutuals and friends made. of course ateez/kpop will continue to be something i look back on with fondness. i will always remember the happiness it brought me over these years. it’s an odd feeling, considering how deeply involved and passionate i used to be, but such is life…some times you just outgrow things, and that’s okay!

in this time i have rekindled my love for anime. i have also continued to be passionate about playing genshin impact, and have even started writing fanfiction for it on @zhongtea. if you want to keep in touch with me as well as read my genshin fanfiction, you are more than welcome to follow me over there!

so…here it is. my last time signing into nateezfics. thank you to the almost eight thousand followers, thank you to the handful of moots, and thank you for all the fun and great memories! i may be leaving, but i will always be grateful for the time spent here. much love!

— nat ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

[freyaphoria]

now im curious what yandere hongjoong does for a living hehe also joong gifted hwa legos for his good behavior right? could you write something like yn being jealous bcs joong gifted hwa present and nothing for you?

Alexa, play Will you be my 벗? (8:09 sec) by Ateez -> Wooyoung: bimil~

I'm kidding, but since I'm thinking of writing the fic in series, I want it to be a surprise loll. But it's a job that suits his yandere character very well, you can guess it, right?

And I would like to express my love and gratitude to my dear @matzrionette for helping me find a title🩷

Jealousy Left Unwrapped

tw: jealousy!, yandere hongjoong, yan!seongjoong x reader

wc: 1540

taglist: @aim-blossom

"Why do you look so sad?" You swear he's doing it on purpose. He does it knowingly to make you jealous and drive you crazy. It doesn't take a genius to understand why you're upset.

"I am not." replied briefly and harshly. Your eyes were also on Seonghwa, who opened the gift package with excitement. "What's that tone of voice? Know your place." Your eye muscles had developed from rolling your eyes at Hongjoong during your stay here. After rolling your eyes at him, you were still hoping that he would give you a gift, too. After all, you were just as good as Hwa, okay you still didn't like Hongjoong but at least you tolerated him. Even this should have been rewarded.

"Joongie! You bought the set I wanted the most! Thank you so much!" Having finished unpacking, Seonghwa jumped on Hongjoong and hugged his neck. Your stomach dropped when Hongjoong said something to him like it was no big deal and kissed his cheek. For a moment, you thought that if Hongjoong was going to expect the same performance from you when he gave you a gift, you'd rather he didn't give a gift at all.

But then you thought again why he bought a gift for him and not for you. Why didn't he buy you anything? You've been behaving really well lately. You didn't try to escape, you were finishing your meals. Sometimes when Hongjoong hugged you, you didn't try to escape from his arms. You even wished him good night yesterday. Why didn't he buy you anything?

Was this jealousy? No way. You weren't crazy enough to be jealous that the man who kidnapped you was buying a gift for his other victim, who was just as crazy as himself, but not buying one for you.

Yes, you agreed. You were jealous. But how can you not be jealous? Hongjoong already had a favorite. His favorite of course, was Hwa, either because they spent more time together, or because he found Hwa and formed a bond with him at the peak of his sick impulses, or because he was a hundred times more loyal to Hongjoong than you. Yes, he loved you obsessively too, but look, he bought the gift for Seonghwa, not you.

Seonghwa looked at you as jealousy flared in your heart, forming a bigger and bigger ball. "Angel look, now we have a set to do together!" He looked very happy. And the fact that he included you in his gift made you feel ashamed of your jealous thoughts. But the problem wasn't Seonghwa, it was Hongjoong.

Of course, Hongjoong knew what he was doing. From time to time, in order to keep your relationship strong, he would give more attention to one of you than the other and ignore the other. This was one of his favorite manipulation tactics. The person who is ignored subconsciously thinks, "I must be as good as them, what can I do to make him love me as much?" he loved injecting this thoughts and seeing the flames of jealousy in both of your eyes. And he would definitely win. When he used this tactic on you, for a few days, without realizing it, you would act closer to Hongjoong, do whatever he said like a puppet, and try to win his love. Of course, you wouldn't do this consciously, but being the favorite person of the person who held power in his hands and the gifts or freedoms he showed you was very tempting.

After fake smiling at Seonghwa, you stood up. "I'm going to my room." As you turned around and went to your room, you heard Seonghwa say 'we were going to start this together, where are you going?' even though you heard his whining, Seonghwa was the last person you wanted to see right now.

You knew what you were doing was childish, but you couldn't help it. While jealousy was flowing through your veins, you were startled by the gentle knock on the room door. You knew it was Hwa, the only kind person here, who knocked your room.

"Did something happen?" You shook your head without looking at his face. Just as he was about to open his mouth again and say something, he closed his mouth when he heard Hongjoong's voice calling him from downstairs. "I'll start preparing dinner, if you want, you can watch TV with Hongjoong while I prepare it. I'll get his permission for you." It was starting to make you sick to your stomach at how nice he was to you. You sometimes wished he could treat you as cruelly and harshly as Hongjoong. This way, there would be nothing binding you here and you wouldn't start getting used to here. But sometimes, you wondered what would happen to Seonghwa if you managed to escape. You wouldn't forgive yourself if you couldn't save him from here and if his Hongjoong-like behavior progressed and he completely turned into Hongjoong.

"No need." You said without looking at him again. Seonghwa thought it would be better to close the door and leave you alone.

Dinner time also passed in silence. Since you didn't look at Seonghwa's face, you didn't see the new star necklace he had around his neck. Did he always have that necklace? No. You noticed it when it swayed as he took your empty plate, catching your eye with its metal reflection. "Since when did you have that necklace?" Hongjoong smiled at you subtly, as if expecting this question. "Ah, Hongjoong got this too. He gave it to me after you left. Beautiful, isn't it?" He told you with a big smile and playing with the star in his hand. He never meant to make you jealous, he was just very excited and wanted to show it off to the world. It was truly a great achievement and honor to receive a gift from Hongjoong.

Hongjoong saw the flaring jealousy in your eyes as you stood up from the table, and grabbed your arm before you could get too far. "What, you don't like it?" He was smiling at you so annoyingly that if he hadn't held your right hand, you would have tried to punch him. Unfortunately, you couldn't give the effect you wanted with your left hand. Maybe he was waiting for you to explode and punish you for it. You didn't know.

But you weren't going to give him what he wanted, he wasn't going to get that reaction from you. You put on a fake smile as you tried to pull your arm away from him. "I like it! It's beautiful! I loved it! It couldn't have been more beautiful!" You hated it when your emotions showed in your tone of voice. If you were stronger, could you stand up to him? "That tone of voice... Is it jealousy?" When he said it with a giggle, you felt yourself blushing from your ears to your cheeks. "Haha! Why are you jealous? After all, you hate this place and me, and it shouldn't matter if I buy him a gift and not you, right?" Ah, he's started again. Even if you denied it, he would continue this psychological torture until you agreed, so you would admit that you were jealous because you wanted it to end as soon as possible without tiring your brain any further. And also, yes, you were jealous.

"Yes, I'm jealous! So what?!" Seonghwa was watching you with wide eyes. Sometimes he was jealous of you too, but it wasn't because of the gifts Hongjoong bought you, it was because of the attention he gave you and didn't give him. "May I know why you're jealous, princess?" He knew why, but he enjoyed humiliating you this way. "Because... Because I've been so g-good lately too! Okay, even though I wasn't as good as Hwa, but I was s-still good! Why didn't you reward me too?" You cursed under your breath at your trembling and stuttering state. When he didn't say anything and looked at you, he looked at you for a long time, you felt uncomfortable and squirmed in your place. "Angel, we can do the lego set together-" "Seonghwa, shut up. Princess, if you were as obedient and loyal as Seonghwa, I would buy it for you too. But you still don't hug and kiss me of your own accord, it hurts my dignity." He looked at you and opened his arms a little, as if he expected you to jump into his lap, hug and kiss him right now. Even though you were jealous of the opportunities he offered Seonghwa, you were never going to give him what he wanted. You didn't move and looked at his arms for a while. Thinking you were hesitating, he said "Come here." to encourage you.

"In your dreams." You pulled your arm away from him harshly and headed back upstairs. "Then I won't buy you anything again!" His voice coming from downstairs got on your nerves. "You're not buying me anything anyway!" You shouted at him with the same tone of voice. Before slamming the door, you heard that Hongjoong mumbled something to Seonghwa about him banning you from watching TV for a week.

a/n: Again me and again yandere matz... Please keep sending me requests about yandere matz. I'm dying for them! Also, my next fic will be yandere yunho and lots of chaos! (I received the request you sent me but please give me some time to write it, dear anon♡♡)

[sweetreasures]

act casual

exhibitionism, roommates, dubcon, masturbation, livestreaming, perv!yunho, super short idol!yunsang based on the above very real moment from a recent yeosang live lmao

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yeosang and yunho have a new rule: always let your roommate know when you are livestreaming. it was a long time coming—after one too many incidents of loud gaming sessions overheard, and unknowingly entering their communal space in various states of undress. they needed a way to minimize the damage that should arise if one of them were to eventually be caught balls out on camera.

a quick text (hey dude im on the couch. about to go live for a bit 👍). yunho immediately reacted to the message with a thumbs up of his own. formalities settled, yeosang opened the group’s streaming platform to begin interacting with fans.

“hi, atiny! did you guys arrive home safe from the concert?”

messages flooded in as fans joined his live. they remarked on how amazing the show was, how sad they were to miss it, how beautiful yeosang looked with no makeup on, how they could hardly wait to see what was next for ateez. yeosang beamed at the camera, acknowledging them one by one as if greeting old friends.

“sorry if you hear running water in the background. yunho is washing up, i wanted to talk to you all before going in after him.”

as if on cue, yunho began to sing loudly from the shower, an incoherent mixture of random words and a melody he was making up on the spot.

how does he still have so much energy TT

LOL happy birthday oppa!!

is yuyu joining the live later?

yunho was nothing short of entertaining, priding himself on his ability to make people smile by acting like an utter fool. sure, their manager would undoubtedly scold him later for being so loud this late at night in the dorms. but for now, yeosang chuckled as atiny continued reacting to yunho’s ridiculous antics.

tonight’s live followed the typical routine—he delivered a few behind the scenes stories from finale rehearsals, including a particularly hilarious moment where mingi ended up dropping his cane during arriba and nearly tripping over it. hongjoong joked that if he kept this up, he would need a real cane soon. eventually, mingi’s name was changed in their group chat to “grandpa”. he answered a few questions and vaguely dodged a few well placed spoiler baits. he showed off his freshly dyed hair and basked in the praise that came pouring into the chat.

twenty minutes lapsed before the shower water finally shut off. yeosang, far too engrossed in yet another story, failed to notice when the bathroom door opened and his roommate emerged.

“oh, my bad. are you still live?”

yeosang finally looked up from his screen and spotted yunho standing in their hallway, soaking wet and completely uncovered. he leaned against the wall as if carrying on the most normal conversation in the world. yeosang jumped in terror, covering the cameras on his phone by hugging it close to his chest.

“duh! oh my god atiny this man is crazy.” he calmed down a bit, cautiously lifting his phone to confirm that the camera was indeed still facing his own beautiful and fully dressed being. atiny knew the drill by now; they playfully asked if yunho had walked in wearing his underwear. yeosang evaded their inquiries in a way that made it super obvious that this was exactly what happened.

of course, he couldn’t tell them the situation was far more complicated than they’d imagined. that he was fighting to keep his attention away from yunho as he strolled over to the clean laundry pile and dug around for a towel. away from the fine drops of water that clung onto his lean muscles like delicate glass accessories before wetting the carpet beneath his feet.

as he spoke, yeosang thought he was relatively successful at hiding his shock when yunho set the towel down on an armchair across the room before resting his bare ass on top. on the contrary, atiny informed him through the chat that his cheeks were turning a deeper shade of crimson with every passing second.

yunho must be very nice to look at like that 🙂‍↕️

yeosang what do you see right now??

is this how it feels to live with yunsang…

“no, no, it’s not that, it’s just…”

yunho sunk deeper into the armchair, playing with the pretty pink nipples that perched erect on his broad chest. yeosang doesn’t want to notice the cock resting semi-hard on yunho’s thigh—but he does.

yeosang slides further down the couch, careful to keep yunho out of range “i’m used to it. we’re roommates, after all.”

“it’s my fault. i forgot to grab a towel before washing up!” yunho exclaims from the chair, his tone steady as he stroked his cock. “you don’t mind if i stay here, right?”

yeosang shook his head. “not at all. be my guest.”

yunho smirks as he continues playing with himself and listening to yeosang talk with their fans. he’s more animated this time around, probably overcompensating for how flustered he got upon yunho’s arrival. suspect nothing, atiny. just two friends hanging out in their living room. yunho made zero attempt to hide the lewd noises as he spread the leaking precum down his shaft, or the soft sighs when his thumb ran over a sensitive area on his tip.

doesnt it sound a bit….naughty over there?? 😂

“oh, haha.” yeosang feigned sarcasm, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner. now more than ever he was grateful for the more adult tone he was allowed to take with his fanbase, where jokes like that were commonplace rather than cause for concern. “my mom brought homemade japchae over to celebrate our last show. if only my roommate would eat a little quieter over there.”

laughing emojis flooded the chat. atiny were seemingly satisfied for his very on the fly response. yunho smirked and raised his eyebrow at an embarrassed yeosang. japchae? seriously? yeosang ignored him, opting to answer a few more questions. yunho quickened his pace around his shaft, his stomach hollowing as he squeezed his abdominal muscles to stimulate his perineum against the plush towel. it was clear the conversation was winding down, with yeosang prepared to announce his leave soon.

he imagined all of the atiny gathered in yeosang’s live. surely a few thousand, all of whom his roommate had to entertain while yunho propped his thighs—chiseled from a lifetime of dancing—in full view on the arms of their living room chair. his mouth hung open as his release threatened to spill over from his core. he didn’t know which excited him more—cumming in front of yeosang while his fans were none the wiser, or the growing tent in his roommate’s jeans.

“please don’t tell seonghwa i shared this…if i get a call later, i’m never telling you anything again.” yeosang joked as he waved at the camera, his eyes scanning the rapidfire chat messages begging him to stay for a few more minutes or maybe even hours. he made up some bogus excuse about having a schedule in the morning. yunho whimpered into his palm, tears hugging the corners of his eyes as he struggled to swallow back moans.

“do you have anything you want to say before you— or we…go?”

yunho uncovers his mouth just long enough to choke our a barely audible “i love you, atiny.” before ejaculating onto his stomach—semen streaming out in continuous thick ropes, warm and sticky to the touch. yeosang quickly turned the live off before anyone had the opportunity to question what had just happened, as he didn’t have much time himself. his boxers had just reached his knees when he fell to the ground, hand working furiously towards his own orgasm.

“seeing me jack off in front of atiny got you that hard?”

“shut up. god, please.”

“dude look at you. any longer and you were gonna come in your fucking pants.”

yeosang started in retort before the words get caught in his throat. they both knew yunho wasnt exactly incorrect, and in many respects, yeosang probably looked more pathetic down there on the floor than yunho had sitting naked as fuck on their chair.

“FUCK.” yeosang’s stomach contracted reflexively, his orgasm overtaking him in powerful waves. he felt the warmth of semen dripping down his fingers.

“you are such an idiot, bro.” yunho’s voice was much closer than where yeosang last recalled him to be. he tried to calm himself down, his chest eventually settling back into its normal breathing rhythm. when he opened his eyes, yunho was dabbing at the carpet in front of him with his towel.

“the smell is going to be a bitch to clean out.”

yeosang exhaled, “says the person cleaning it with an ass sweat towel…”

yunho considered yeosang’s remark for a brief moment before tossing the towel back towards their laundry pile. they figured it would be best for seonghwa to handle it.

(end)

A/N: the poll work is still coming! this was inspired by a twitter post that i just cant seem to let go of. thanks for reading 🙏 i’m also getting a taglist together! if you are interested, please fill out this form!

[woncon]

hi i read your stories and you're awesome!! can i please request a san and wooyoung scenario where they're making coffee for you in the morning?

Hi dear Anon! 🥰

Thank you for the kind words & the request. I'd a fun time writing it. I hope you'll like it too! 💗💗

➳ a cup of care

➶ poly!woosan x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ San forgot to take the coffee machine to the mechanic. But instead of admitting it, he wants to become a home barista, making coffee for you every morning until he can actually take the machine to the repairman.

When Wooyoung finds out what he's up to, he won't tell you. He decides to help to keep San's secret and make nice coffee so you won't tell the difference.

Keeping it from you may seem easy.

It's not.

➴ genre: fluff, light angst, estabilished relationship, polyamory

: ̗̀➛ warnings: half-naked san, who is also a baby

⌨ :: 2.3K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ kisses and hugs for @honeytwo!!

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At 5:30 on a Monday morning, Wooyoung strode out into the kitchen. He was looking for San to drag him back to bed. You both slept easier and deeper when the boy was there. You clung to him eagerly, and he usually couldn't even slip away without you being alarmed that he was gently shaking you off him.

Wooyoung expected San to come for a glass of water. That was not the case. The broad-shouldered boy in his pyjamas leaned against the kitchen counter and watched a video in contemplation. At his fingertips were a colander, a bag of what looked like cat food, mugs and the kitchen scale.

Wooyoung curiously ventured closer. The parquet floor creaked under his socked feet.

San turned around like the hyperventilating protagonist of a horror film.

“Hi!” He paused the video so quickly that his phone fell on its face.

“Hi…” Wooyoung took a closer look at the prepared equipment. He picked up the filter and poked the bag. There was something hard inside. “What are you doing? Is this some kind of workout stuff? Or poison?”

“Poison?” San laughed awkwardly and shook his head as if he'd been caught.

“Are you... okay?”

“Of course. I just, uh, wanted to surprise you. Could you go back to bed and keep it a surprise?” San patted Wooyoung's waist. “I promise I'll be ready quickly.”

Wooyoung took pity on him. It was like San to wake up at sunrise to surprise the two people he loved the most. He didn't want to bother him any longer. He pressed a consenting kiss to San's cheek and would have turned back to try to fall back asleep in your embrance, but noticed the pattern at the bottom of the bag.

It was minimalist and almost blended into the caramel colour of the bag, but it was there nonetheless. Three coffee beans. It wasn't cat food, then.

Wooyoung blinked. He walked around San then held the bag in front of his face, and the heavy scent emanating from it immediately hit him in the nose. He pointed incredulously at San, whose neck was flushed.

“You forgot!” he said in disbelief.

“I have not!”

The other walked over to the coffee machine, plugged it in and tried to turn it on. It did the same thing it had been doing for the last few days: all the buttons flickered red and the machine whined, as if it would die at any moment and couldn't make the slightest coffee.

“Oh, but you forgot.” Wooyoung patted the poor steam and turned off the power. “Y/n specifically asked you to do that, remember? They even made your breakfast so you'd write down in your diary the appointment they'd booked with the plumber. And you forgot.”

San pouted in surrender. “Why are you mocking me now?”

“I'm just having a little fun.” Wooyoung grinned. “I'm usually the bad boyfriend here.”

“You're not a bad boyfriend.”

“But I forget more often than you, pearl of men.” Wooyoung looked through the assorted tools again. “So?”

“So what?”

“How can I help you?”

“You want to help?” San was surprised. “I thought you were going to tell our baby.”

“‘Course not. I don't want them to be sad. I'll help make sure they get their coffee and don't notice the difference until the machine is fixed.”

“See, Woo?” San's all brightened up. He stroked Wooyoung's face. “You're not a bad boyfriend.”

“Still, I'll help you cover up your forgetfulness.”

“Because you're my great boyfriend.” San pulled him close and showered him with kisses.

Wooyoung carefully pushed him away. It wouldn't have ended well if the coffee project hadn't progressed, because they were kissing and slowly forgetting about everything but each other.

“So where do we start?”

San set up his phone, tilted it at the microwave again, and they both dug into the information presented to them on how to make quality, home-brewed coffee.

****

Only five days. That's how long they had to wait before San could actually take the coffee machine to the mechanic. The earliest the man could meet San was Saturday afternoon. In the meantime, the two boys not only had to make homemade coffee by grinding and filtering, but also to make the coffee taste very similar to the one the machine made. Wooyoung took on the role of the pre-taster.

You liked the coffee on Monday. Although you noted that the program seemed to be quieter this time, you didn't find the taste strange. San laughed and wiped a spot of coffee off the edge of your mouth.

"I think you just slept too deeply. In the kitchen it was as loud and lively as ever. The mechanic did a good job."

As you took your next sip, he glanced warily at Woooyung.

The next day, Wooyoung played coffee machine sounds from his phone while San ground coffee beans. You drank again, this time making no comment on the missing mechanical sounds.

On the third day, Wednesday, you resented that neither of them were with you anymore. You got up early and called them.

“Shit! They're coming!” San tried to cover up his intimate parts like a caught-in-act lover: the filter, the cups, and of course the bag of coffee beans he hid in various places around the apartment as if they were a dangerous piece of his tainted past - even though he had no tainted past.

“Go, distract them!” Wooyoung took up the grind that day. He didn't want to stop, especially since his skin had soaked up the smell of coffee beans that his sense of smell was completely dulled. Of course, you would have smelled it. 

Wooyoung didn't want questions about why he smelled thick and heavy like fresh coffee beans.

"Okay," San nodded. “Okay.”

Then he took off his pyjama top. Wooyoung's eyes widened. He didn't mean it that way, he would have added, but San and his refreshing body were gone.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” his question filtered out from the living room. “I'd be happy to wash your back.”

Of course, you couldn't say no to that.

San had handled the emergency well enough, Wooyoung admitted. He had meanwhile finished his fresh coffee peacefully and even toyed with the idea of opening a coffee shop for a moment. He served it with a wide smile, and bathed contentedly in the showery scent of your neck and the melody of your appreciative humming, as if you knew he made it for you, not the coffee machine.

Everything went smoothly on Thursday, they even finished faster than before. They were really practiced and coordinated. They had time to lie back down next to you and gently caress you into wakefulness.

Wooyoung enjoyed the week, and even if the thought of failing at some point occurred to him, he dismissed the idea. They were a good team, and so far they'd done a great job, making delicious coffees and putting big smiles on your face with their hot brews. If you'd mentioned the coffee smell, he'd have bought a coffee shower gel to explain it. He and San ran through many scenarios to prepare for possible danger. Two more days was not the end of the world.

Although, you seemed to want to bring the world to an end. You also wanted to have a cup of coffee on Friday afternoon.

“Since the coffee machine got fixed, the coffee tastes better. And I'm busy, I need to recharge,” you said.

Your boyfriends couldn't let you touch the machine. The minute you turn it on, they're busted, even though they've been so good at hiding San's screw-up. They had another quick look.

“How about we go to that coffee shop you always daydreams about?” Wooyoung suggested.

“Really?” You froze, a faint frown of thought appearing on your face. “But it's an expensive place.”

"We want to make you happy," San nodded. “It's worth every penny.”

And of course they would have gone to great lengths to make sure you didn't even look at the coffee machine for a few more days.

“Well, okay," you smiled in agreement.

Friday's panic situation had been well averted. Wooyoung now really thought they were on the straight and narrow, only one brewed coffee away from success. 

Well, Wooyoung hadn't factored San's Saturday morning breakdown into his immediate future.

As usual, they divided the duties. San ground the coffee beans, and Wooyoung set the Bluetooth speaker at just the right angle to make sure you could hear the coffee machine sounds playing and soothe you half asleep.

“Woo…”

Wooyoung looked up. It was rare to see San like that. He was a strong mountain, straight and taut. But now he was hunched over the counter, looking powerless. His eyes radiated uncertainty.

“I think I am the bad boyfriend.”

“What?” Wooyoung tried to process the information as quickly as possible. “You? You're literally boyfriend material. If you were single, everyone would be fighting for you. Even though you're ours, Y/n and I have to be careful not to let them take you away from us.” Wooyoung stroked the back of San’s hand. “You're not a bad friend, Sanie. You're absolutely not.”

“I've been lying to Y/n for almost a week.”

“Because you don't want them to drink powdered coffee. You take care of them. You ordered quality coffee from some classy guy.” Wooyoung took over the grinder from him. “And you can tell them the truth in the afternoon, if you want. I don't think they'll be angry, they'll probably just laugh at us.”

San still pouted ruefully, but he no longer hunched forward so tragically.

“Go and cuddle them. I'll finish this.”

“Can you?”

“Of course I can.” Wooyoung pulled the bag of coffee beans in front of him and smiled encouragingly at the other. “You know, thanks to you, I became a coffee master.”

Before Wooyoung could concentrate on making your morning coffee, San pulled him close and planted a long, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“It is the least I can do. Now go. And don't let our baby out of bed!”

****

“Careful, careful," Wooyoung murmured as he handed you the mug. “It's hot. Very hot. Like your skin... hmm… let me lie back a bit.”

Wooyoung stretched out beside you, satisfied, once the coffee was safely in the palm of your hand. He rested his head against your waist and was about to look for a blanket that would hopefully preserve some body heat, but instead he got San himself as a blanket. He didn't complain.

“Gosh, the kitchen stone is so cold,” he whimpered.

“Well,” one of your hands went into his hair and gently massaged his scalp. “Next time, put on another layer of socks. Or don't go out. I can make my own coffee.”

“I wanted to be nice to you so you wouldn't leave me for this sexy guy behind me.”

While you giggled, San hugged Wooyoung even tighter, and the boy was reminded of how strong San is. And how much he loves it when he has time to spend the morning with the two of you.

“Oh, that can't happen. What would we do without you?” You stroked his cheek and San hummed in agreement.

What's for sure, at this point Wooyoung didn't feel like a bad boyfriend. In fact, he was proud that he could be here, that you both loved him.

“And thanks for the whipped cream, too, Woo.”

“You're welcome. I made it with love. I would have also put cinnamon on it, but I couldn't find any.”

"You must not have seen it from the bag of coffee beans," you said.

San's body tensed around Wooyoung. Wooyoung himself twitched.

“What?”

“The coffee bean bag. The one you hid as if it were a drug. A few days ago, it just covered up the cinnamon.”

San let Wooyoung go and sat up. He just blinked and waited for you to say something else. You didn't. You drank your coffee peacefully, your face smeared with whipped cream without a spoon to use.

“Don't look at me like that. I wasn't complaining about not liking it. In fact, you made it delicious.”

“You knew?” San was stunned. “Why didn't you tell us?”

“Because the coffee is delicious,” you drank some more. “And you've been very enthusiastic all week. I think you guys had fun too. Or am I wrong?”

“When did you find out?” Wooyoung asked, pulling his knees to his chest.

You frowned thoughtfully.

“I think it was Wednesday. Sannie got a call from the 'coffee guy'. I thought it was about the mechanic, so I picked it up while Sannie was getting dressed. The guy asked if I was happy with the merchandise and if I wanted to order another package. When I asked if he was talking about capsules, he hung up. I may or may not offended him.”

San crawled closer to you on the mattress. He took your face in the palm of his hand and kissed the whipped cream off. “I’m sorry.”

“I'm not mad. After all, you showed me that my boyfriends could make better coffee than my machine.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "However, I don't want you to spend every day sculpting in the kitchen to make me happy. I'd rather have you here with me and the coffee machine do my coffee.”

“That's what we want.” Wooyoung nodded, then leaned his head on your shoulder. He was very happy that you were not angry with them. Though he expected nothing less from your kind, loving heart. “And the coffee machine could be working tomorrow... If San didn't forget again.”

“Hey! This can't happen, I swear! I've been dreaming about this for two days. Even if I had amnesia, I couldn't forget it.”

“I believe you, big boy. I hope you haven't forgotten either that you promised me marathon hugs today.”

“Finish your coffee and you won't get away.” San nodded towards you, then looked at Wooyoung. He winked and smiled mischievously. “None of you will get away.”

For the record, Wooyung didn't intend to. It's well known that sometimes even the lovestruck coffee maker needs a break.