#ateez short imagines

[sourbinnie]

4:18

je t'attends là sous la pluie | san x gn!reader fluff | on s'est plu comme si c'était écrit

a/n: i took french for three months and this is all i got ok, also i'm sorry about the short imagines (more like thoughts) i've been busy studying and you know dozing off.

i could see a figure through the curtain. it caught my attention all of the sudden as i was spacing out and not being able to focus on my book at all. as nice as french literature was, i sometimes dozed off to other planets where i imagined myself in different scenarios. but right now all my focus was somewhere else and it was my curtain to my house. there was no one home and i was the only one who could see it, curiosity killed the cat, some would say but i was tempted to move the curtain out of the way and just see what it was all about.

i could also hear some mumbling, a familiar voice invaded my ears but i could not place who it was. i decided to end the doubting cycle as i placed my hand on the handle at the door and sighed to myself 'cause this could be the most awkward thing i ever would have to witness. what if it was just some stranger looking at my house? or the mailman? or whatever (y/n) don't open the door, don't-.

"(y/n)? so this is your house?" i heard as soon as i opened the door and if the butterflies weren't there before, they sure as hell were present now. in all of it's glory there stood san and i could not do this today but then i realized it was raining so my first instinct was to grab the umbrella that we left hanging at the door and open it to talk to him outside. "you're so considerate, i totally forgot it was going to rain today."

considerate, i can't believe i was gonna blush because of this.

"what are you doing here? you're gonna catch a cold!" i said and if i didn't sound like a mother before when i was working in kq, i sure did now. that's exactly how we met, i used to be one of their managers but the future had other plans for me and i had to move to another company, separating me from my favorite boys and from my long time crush choi san. i know! it's so cliche but i do not write the story.

"i don't really care if i do, i'm on break right now and i needed to see you. it's been so long." he said smiling and oh god the dimples, the death of me every time i saw them. i smiled back trying not to make a fool of myself but you know how it is with nervousness around people you like. 

"it has! let's go for a walk?" i said, clearly not thinking straight because you know the rain. but to my surprise he took my hand and led me on as a sign of approval, fingers meeting each other as i took in how his hand was so big compared to mine. why the hell was i thinking that right now? and why was he holding my hand? either way i was gonna enjoy the feeling while it lasted.

"so what have you been up to? a new comeback on the way?" i asked curiously even though i already knew the answer. it was literally everywhere, on my feed, on the street, every single part of the country knew about the ateez comeback and if they didn't they lived under a rock. 

"yeah i'm enjoying my last days before the promotions." he said and i could see those dimples again, it literally melted my heart to see him so happy. "how's the new job? well i mean company."

"it's good, it pays good and the groups are really nice but they don't compare to you guys." i said which brought him to squeeze my hand a little tighter and if this what it was like to actually fall in love in such a pretty way then i don't know what i was gonna do. he was holding the umbrella to cover me more than him and we walked in such a safe & sound way that every step i fell a bit harder for the man i was right now. "i just miss what i had, i was used to it but i guess i'll have to adapt myself to the new life i have someday."

"i just wish you had stayed but i know it wasn't the right decision to hold you back like that." he said and i felt my heart leave my chest for a moment to explode because come on, if he wasn't the perfect man i don't know who else it could be. 

"i sometimes wish i had stayed too just because i miss the familiarity, the boys, the crew and mostly you." i can't believe i said that. i looked down as i couldn't face him but he just smiled brightly as he closed the umbrella slowly. pulling me closer to him and meeting me in the most perfect kiss, feeling the small drops land on my face and in my hair as my arms were wrapped around his neck instantly and the kiss deepened. i couldn't help but smile and blush at him taking initiative so suddenly and abruptly but it somehow made sense knowing it was san. it went with his personality the way he kissed with such passion but also so much love & sweetness with a hint of mint.

"i miss you every day but we can change that right? and also it won't be unprofessional to see each other since we work in different companies." he said with a cheeky grin and i just sighed as i was so fucking in love with this man as if it wasn't clear enough. i nodded but then i wondered.

"what would that make us?" i asked curiously and he shrugged, taking my hand again.

"i'll be fine with whatever label you decide because as long as i have you, i'll be happy."

[eleganzadellarosa]

[6:49] mdni

San and Seonghwa have been your roommates for 3 years. You all agreed to share a place to ease the stress of having multiple bills. At first, it was kind of awkward having them around but it quickly became a sense of comfort coming home to them. Eventually it became normal to cuddle with them on the couch; your head in San’s lap and Seonghwa gently rubbing your legs.

You’ve always found them attractive but let the thought slide since they were just your friends who happen to be extremely hot. But as time went on and you all became more comfortable with each other, the tension in the air was back; yet this time instead of wanting to shy away in your room, you wished you were sucking them off.

“Hey sweetie, you wanna join me on the couch and watch tv? Seonghwa might come too but he’s doing something in his room.” San would ask and when you sat beside him on the couch, he would drag you on his lap instead. No shirt, sometimes even nothing under his gray sweats. Or when he would call you into his room to tell you about something random, he’d be manspread, leaning back in his chair.

Seonghwa on the other hand loved giving you small little pecks on the lips as to say “good morning”, “good night” or sometimes even as a “thank you”. You even showered with him once while San was away (too bad he was gone) during the winter while the heat wasn’t working, to save on the hot water. Or going into his room on nights you can’t sleep and he drapes his blanket over you and lets you get as close as possible while he rubs your butt to help to drift to sleep.

Winter brought lots of snow this time, so much so that leaving your place was almost impossible. No transportation is available in this weather and the best way to stay warm is with body heat right?

San and Seonghwa come to your room when you send an “I’m cold 😢” text.

“We’re all way too dressed to share any warmth.” San says doing away with his shirt.

“Yeah I agree, we can’t help you stay warm like this.” Seonghwa chimes in, removing his shirt and slipping under the blanket with you.

With both of them in the bed with you, San’s lips on yours while his fingers play with your nipples and Seonghwa kissing your neck and shoulder as his fingers softly thrust in and out of your pussy; the temperature in the room is comparable to the summer heat.

Of course you’re all just friends…just friends who like to fuck each other when needed. Sharing IS caring, especially when your roommates are San and Seonghwa.

[hwapetals]

wooyoung thoughts 🍳

wooyoung likes cooking for you <3

wooyoung liked cooking. the amount of joy that he got whenever someone complimented his cooking, incomparable to anything else. it was basically his love language at this point, to cook for friends and family whenever they came to his home.

but when it came to you, he loved cooking. your compliments and the wide grin on your lips whenever he came around with some food or when he served you food after cooking for you was worth all the hard work he put into cooking difficult dishes and plating it all pretty, just for you. your compliments gave him a rush of happiness, and if he had a shitty day, it would completely change his mood and he would be riding that high for at least 24 hours.

wooyoung just liked you a lot. but he wasn't able to properly verbalize it to you, showing you a bit of affection as he would with his other friends would just fluster him, so he just decided to show you how much he adores you with his cooking. he paid attention to your reactions and opinions, remembering your favourite dishes and what kind of sauces that you liked for example.

eating with you was also one of his favourite things to do. how you reacted was so cute, the scrunch of your eyebrows whenever you really liked the dish made his heart hurt, how could you be that adorable?

your thoughts were always so important to him, what you liked, what you thought was pretty, what you didn't like as much, wooyoung would try to absorb it all to make it better for you in the future.

one day, he hopes to gather all his courage to properly tell you how deeply he cares about you. of course, with some of your favourite foods. after all, wooyoung just wants to see you happy.

taglist! @smally97 @soobiverse 🩶

[olivesour]

Flower Honey

Inspiration: 2. “Verses,” Tamino released June, 2019.

Pairing: Choi San/reader

Genre: Romance, slice of life

Word count: 469

Warnings: N/A

Author’s note: I am a chronic rewriter, so it’s possible you’ve read something similar before. I hope you enjoy!

There wasn't someone as lucky as you were.

He sits on a stacked pile of cardboard boxes, probably stuffed with your wardrobes. Beams of sunshine peak through the windows of your new apartment, evidence of the day's hard work. Other than the boxes, the furniture is sparse. The only exception is the mattress in the middle of your new living space.

You feel a few beads of sweat gather at the edge of your hairline, determinedly shuffling to the box fan near your partner. San fondly watches your awkward dance. He's humming an old song, which is nearly unnoticeable under the fan's noise.

The tips of his toes tap the floor in rhythm with his voice. San moves through each motion with heat possessed only by dancers. His power stirs warmth in your belly. Even in his most relaxed state, you are drawn to his side.

Tilting your head towards his mouth, it takes a few moments to remember what song he's singing. It's a summery tune, perfect for today, smiling when you know it was your recommendation.

When the title hits you, your body jolts upward, jumping to the box holding your radio and CDs. San startles out of his daydream because of the sudden movement, his body shaking with laughter.

After finding the desired album and hurriedly positioning the radio system, the musician's voice fills the apartment's space.

"Thank you," San mumbles from over your shoulder. "I couldn't remember the rest."

Your body sways back and forth in a childish imitation of a slow dance, raising your arms to beckon San closer.

"Would you dance with me?" A gentle smile plays on your lips, "please."

Standing straight, he brushes the palms of his hands against the rough fabric of his jeans before reaching out to gather you inside his arms, guiding bodies in tandem. A strong hand smooths your hair and then falls to meet the other around your waist. San sings alongside the song, a few words unfamiliar in his mouth.

He leans forward to sit his head on your shoulder, nuzzling cheek-to-cheek, pressing kisses to your skin. "I can't believe we get to spend every day with each other," he says.

The music playing softly behind the silence gives an air of peace missing from the previous days. Your skin goosebumps, loving catching you off guard. "It's my dream come true," laughing breathlessly. The instrumental solos sweep around you as San backs away, turning towards the mattress, grabbing onto his waistband to keep yourself from stumbling.

Falling onto the plush, he pulls you to lean against him, holding your head in his hand and stroking your cheek softly. The opposite hand moves along your spine, tracing your vertebrae with a gentle hand. You melt under his gestures, and your new apartment already feels like home.

[fizzyapplecandy]

Doggy days

Ateez Yunho X Female Reader one shot

Word count: 425

Genre: Fluff all around

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"When were you going to tell me about the dog hiding in our backyard?"

I dropped my sponge into the sink and cleared my throat.

"What on Earth are you talking about?"

Yunho chuckled as I picked up the sponge again and continued washing our plates from dinner.

"Baby, come on. He's not that small, and his tail is wagging beneath the old blanket you have him. He's not that good at hiding it seems."

Shoot. I knew I should have put up the tent. That way I could make up an excuse about camping, maybe? I don't know.

"Yeah, well, maybe you're just tired. Maybe it's your imagination running wild. You know how I always say you have the mind of a child sometimes? This is one of those times."

Yunho grabbed a rag and started drying the washed plates before putting them away. He had a small smile on his face.

"Y/N. It's okay. I'm not mad about the dog. But why didn't you tell me? And where on earth did you find him? He's a big one."

I sighed and looked at the soapy water.

"Okay, I lied, I get it. I was afraid of how you might react. You know getting a dog is a big step in a relationship, and I didn't want you to think I was going too fast. I know we've been together for some time, but maybe you aren't ready?"

Yunho looked at me bewildered.

"Y/N, baby. We live together. Hate to break it to you, but this is kind of serious, don't you think?"

I turned my head to look at him. He had a smirk plastered across his face.

"I know but, getting a dog is one step closer to getting a child, don't you think? Maybe you don't want that?"

Yunho sighed and dried his hands before putting them on my cheeks. He gave me a light peck on the lips and placed his forehead on mine afterwards.

"I'm going to talk very slowly so you can understand me. I. Love. You. That means I want everything with you. Dogs, kids, grandkids. Everything. So, this big guy outside is only the beginning."

I smiled and put my soapy hands on top of his.

"I get it. I'm sorry, you know how I am."

"I do. I don't mind reminding you."

I kissed him again before hugging him tightly. I quickly detangled myself from him and went to the sliding glass door that led to our backyard.

"So, wanna officially meet Apollo?"

[brrrkdslek]

jongho whines as he unconsciously pull the blanket to his side, wrapping it around his entire body. you were woken up by the cold, looking to your left to see your lover hogging up the blankets. you rolled your eyes, this wasn't the first time.

you tried pulling it off him, but jongho is a strong man and stood his ground, even when asleep. you groaned and laid back down onto the cold mattress as you cuddled up to jongho, big-spooning him and slowly drifting back to sleep at the warmth that radiated off of him.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Calling Backup

Choi San x (F)Reader

Genre: slight angst+fluff

Picture Credits- to rightful pic owner

A/N: currently in my Ateez delulu phase...only thing helping me cope with the stress of exams. Not like I have a list of requests to complete either🥸🤡 (not proof read)

Please enjoy

San had never been so confused before, at least not to this intensity, before him stood a sobbing Mingi and his very own girlfriend, clutching onto what looked like Mingi's phone. Now, during morning hours, or during their time at the company, especially in the practice room, between these mirror-cladded walls, she was their assistant media manager, not his girlfriend.

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The first time they were introduced to her had left him speechless. Never in a million years had he thought he would have seen her again, the same person he went to school with, the same person he went to class with and the very same person who he had tried to call by calling 119. Yes, that very person stood before them, coyly smiling at them and giving a slight bow after her introduction. It was clear as crystal to two people about the effect she had on him, although she seemed oblivious to it, Wooyoung (naturally), and Seonghwa. The latter male gave no reaction when their giant little boy almost choked on air when their eyes met, though Wooyoung had realised that he had hit the jackpot of 'messing with San'. From asking Y/N personal questions about her life to her casual likes and dislikes, only to get a reaction out of San. On a particular evening, after a concert had gone great, the team had decided to settle in their rented hut's living room, all gathered around the coffee table with an empty bottle of soju- symbolising their tipsy state.

San had decided to sit in between Wooyoung Mingi, for across him, he could get a clear view of the person he has been most afraid to talk to for the past four months.

Sure, she had realised this was the same Choi San she had been classmates with, but his shy behaviour and lack of conversation made her think that he probably wanted to keep a safe distance, for its not like the two had kept in contact after school, that and he had never really talked to her in class back then too. So to ensure he was perfectly comfortable around her, she'd usually ask general light-hearted questions (if needed) and stuff about work. So during their little game of torture, he could see how she sat across him on the couch, squinting at her laptop, did he mention she was a university student as well and how oh so much that made him fall harder for her? Ever since his teens she had never once ceased to amaze him, from the way she would be so attentive in class to her grades, to her unphased persona, especially when she'd hear gossip about her or anyone else. He truly appreciated how she chose to talk to people, rather than believing what she heard. So, why was he staring at her and not talking to her? Simple. Even though he looks like a total hottie now, San is very much sure he is nothing more than the little nerd he was back then, deep down inside, hence, not talking to her meant he'd look cool and mysterious-

"Sannie!" He yelped at the sharp pain of Wooyong smacking his back, "Truth or dare?" He frowned at his best friend and then at the bottle that was aimed at him, when had they begun playing? Little did he know, someone else had been watching them too, peaking from behind her laptop, from time to time, sneaking glances at the blonde.

"Um... I'm kinda tired today so...truth!" He said all smug, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at their leader who shook his head in response, ready to ask him some dumb question. Before he could, Wooyoung cut him off, "My dear San~ I got one for you."

He was singing, which meant they were all doomed, at least San was, though he shook off the feeling and giggled, "Truth. Hit me with anything." Slapping his hand on the table that vibrated under the impact.

"Oh, I will~" Wooyong who was next to him got up and changed his place, sitting across from San, blocking his view of Y/N.

"Hey-"

"Wanna see your face when I ask you."

He cut off the blonde, ignoring the raised eyebrows he had received from his leader, "San, truth time, what was the name of your crush whose number you tried to take from 119".

At that very moment, Y/N sat up straight, closing her laptop, suddenly interested in the game. Hey, if she still knew that person, maybe she can get the two together or something, not that she had any right to, but maybe who knows.

San looked paler than the moon, staring right at Wooyoung then eyes darting to Seonghwa who cleared his throat. His mouth had gone dry and his palms were clammy, an unpleasant feeling settling in the pit of his stomach, unsure of what to do or say, before he let out a nervous chuckle, "On second thought, I'll go with dare-"

"NO", Mingy shoved him slightly, "Be a man and spill, we wanna know too!"

"Yeah, what kind of brother hides stuff like this!" Yunho placed his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Maybe we shouldn't pester him," Seonghwa interjected, only to be ignored.

Hongjoong, who would usually pick up the hints the eldest would drop quickly, was too engrossed in the situation.

Eyes darting around the room, he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, "Seriously, guys, I'm sure she doesn't even like me now so, why bother-"

"Was it Boram, she was really pretty- oh or EunJi, she was super popular too?"

All heads turned to the new voice, Y/N who was looking directly at San, who wanted the Earth to swallow him whole.

"I know for a fact that EunJi did have a crush on you too- oh wait what about Hyun Joo, she was your partner in science too right?" At the back of her mind, she knew she should've stopped, but she just wanted to know, all of the girls she mentioned were great people and San was a great guy! So, why was setting them up an issue- it not like she liked him or something... He never really spoke to her back in school too so...

He frowned at the attempt and interjection, only to stare at the table then glance back up at her, "No." A curt, small, no, enough for her to get a hint, of not being liked, of shutting up, which is exactly, why when her phone rang she thanked God she had a good excuse to leave the room.

There was silence once Y/N had left to attend to the phone call. For a good minute, no one said anything until Wooyoung sighed and reached to spin the bottle again, only for San to grab it and glare at him, receiving a "What?"

"You know what."

"No, I don't."

"Why did you ask me that?"

"I don't know, felt like it."

"YOU FELT LIKE IT?"

"WHAT DOES IR MATTER ITS JUST A QUESTION?!"

"BECAUSE IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS."

Slamming his hand on the table Hongjoong silenced them, "Yah! It's just a game, Wooyoung don't ask stupid questions, San don't over react. It's late anyway, we should go to bed-"

Seonghwa just sighed, shaking his head as he begun to clean up the mess, the rest slowly leaving the room. He hadn't heard Y/N walk in again, until she grabbed a paper cup he was reaching for, earning a smile from her and a gentle, "You can go to sleep too, don't worry I'll clean this up."

"Are you sure?"

"Yup, I have work to do anyway, so I'll be up for a while."

With that she spent almost an hour cleaning up the mess and decided to get back to work, to not think about how San had responded to her. She did cross a line though, they were never really friends, so who was she to ask him or suggest, especially when he had said he was tired. It was her fault, thus she had decided to apologise to him in the morning.

Another hour in and it was aready two in the morning, deciding to give up on the project, she closed the laptop screen and decided to grab a cup of water on her way to her room, to sleep, she had to be quiet since she was sharing it with the other staff members.

What she did not expect was to find San standing in the kitchen, staring right at her. Bowing slightly, she mumbled a, "I uh...came for water?"

Nodding he grabbed a water bottle and handed it to her, averting his gaze, which made her realise he was still mad at her. Thanking him as she took it from him she cleared her throat, "I...I'm sorry I interupted your game, it wasnt my place to say anything, especially since we...havent really been more than classmates. I just um.." she looked at the floor, trying to open the stupid bottle that was filled to the brim, "All those girls were like super smart and pretty, everyone liked them too so i thought...yeah."

"You're smarter...and prettier." Her eyes widened at his statement, looking up at him, only to realise he had moved a bit closer. Reaching for the bottle, he gently took it from her, twisting the cap open without spilling a drop and handing it back to her as he sighed.

She was still staring at him in disbelief, not a word processing anymore, why would he say that? What did that even mean???

"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier...I just um...didn't really know how to handle the situation and-" he started only to be interrupted by her again.

"Its okay- please I...thank you for the compliments, but I um..I'm the one who should be apologising for saying that, again, you had every right to be angry. You don't have to tell anyone if you dont want to and-"

"It was you."

Once again he was greeted with silence as she gazed up at him, causing him to sigh, "I uh...didn't know how to say it I mean...I didn't really want to get rejected straight up, in front of everyone, so I...yes, but I- I know we can't be like that but Seonghwa hyung told me how I need to process this better. You're entitled to your own feelings and...I respect that...though I...really eould like to be your friend.' he smiled at her before nodding, "I guess ...that would be enough too."

She watched him talk on, and on, her brain on buffer mode, only nodding at the end, as he walked away. It was only when dhe heard his bedroom door click close, that she realised what he had said to her.

San closed the door quietly, making sure he didn't wake up the other two members he was sharing with. He had laid down on the make shift mattress, staring up at the ceiling, a sort of melancholic atmosphere settling around him as he laughed at the irony called his life, rejecting himself for his own crush, just so he couldn't hear her do it. At the end of it all, nothing had changed, he was still the scared, scrawny, boy, too afraid to approach her, to talk to her. He wasn't expecting to bump into her in the kitchen, but her apology made him crack, he never planned on confessing, even though Seonghwa was right, he prayed he hadn't made things worse between the two.

The door slamming open causing him to jump up into sitting position, Mingi yelping and falling off the bed as Seonghwa sat up and turned on the lamp, only to stare at Y/N standing at the door, staring- no, glaring right at...San.

"Um...Y/N?" Seonghwa asked, before looking over to see if he should help Mingi.

San was so confused, but that confusion was soon replaced with pain as the plastic bottle of water came in contact with his head.

"Ow- What the-"

"YOU MORON!", She hissed, marching into the room and grabbing the nearest object, which happened to he a pillow, slapping him with it. Again and again, "YOU DON'T JUST GIVE A SPEECH AND LEAVE- I- HOW COULD YOU? WHAT ARE YOU, DUMB? STUPID?", She yelled, only for him to grab the pillow and throw it away, yelling back, "ARE YOU MAD?"

"No, IM F***ING FURIOUS, YOU BIG IDIOT"She was pulled back by Hongjoong, who had now entered the room with, "Y/N, calm down what's wrong-"

"What's wrong?", Pulling away from him she pointed at San, "This bafoon is whats wrong!"

"Well, he is dumb." Wooyoung interjected only to be shunned down by her glare, "AND YOU KNEW TOO." She hissed at him before turning to San who was now standing next to HongJoong, "What did I even do, if you don't like me, I'm not holding it against you-"

"Holding it against - " inhaling she pinched the bridge of her nose before exhaling, "idiot. You are nothing more than an idiot- I just... You know, I thought maybe you'd matured and grown smarter, but no, puberty did it's job and common sense just left the building."

"What is the point-"

"THE POINT? CHOI SAN YOU WANT TO KNOW THE POINT?"she slapped his chest causing him to wince, "WHY WOULD YOU CALL FOR MY NUMBER, WHEN I LIVED RIGHT NEXT DOOR?"

That statement had led the whole room to drop dead silent. All eyes landing on the genius who looked like he had been hit with the most brain shattering information.

"I literally lived next door, went to school on the same bus as you and-" she gasped, "I had no date for prom I- i can't believe it, I was a single loser at prom becaude of you, I thought it was because I was a nerd, thats why you ignored my hints, if I'd known you were an idiot, i would've confessed to you first."

Yeosang snorted, as everyone turned to look at him and he raised his hands, "I'm sorry, but this is a complete, play stupid games, win stupid prizes moment."

"San." Hongjoong looked at the baffled boy, who just stood there, staring at his feet, "Is this true? Did she really live next door?'

"...." He glanced at HongJoong and nodded, earning a groan from all of them.

"Talk about being your worst enemy" was all Mingi said before snuggling back into bed, not caring about what they were going to do next.

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San learned two things that day,

1)He was an idiot.

2)He loved someone who was as bad at expressing herself, as he was.

So, when he saw Mingi just sobbing, he wanted to ask what had happened but the way she held onto hks phone forcef him to stop. He had been dating her for four months now, he had learnt how she'd take matters in her own hands, even if it meant being a b****. Though thats the first thing he had noticed about her in school too, the confidence was not only brave but also stupid, yet strong enough for him to find attractive.

"Say it."

"No!" He yelled back only for her to raise an eyebrow, "Fine, I'll read more-"

"NO."

"Then SAY IT."

"Fine! I HAVE A NICE NATURAL SMILE." Mingi yelled at her.

"AND!?"

"I'll smile more in my selfies! okay! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!"to he honest he wasn't crying out of frustration, but because for the past week HongJoong and Y/N had been trying to convince Mingi to smile more, explaining how his insecurity was invalid, since he had one of the nicest smiled they'd seen. Y/N just said a smile makes everyone look pretty, and had posted a picture for him, of him smiling, and today she hsd decided to read the postive and some thirsty comments left by fans, leading the baby to break down.

"Yup, here you go." She handed him to phone as he snatched it from her, marching out of the room as he paused to stare at San, "Your ideal type is weird.' before leavint the room.

"Do I even ask?" He chuckled, placing his bagpack on the bench, staring at her approach him shrugging in return, "I just feel like you're all more drama than one should actually be."

"Oh, is that so?" Quirking a brow at her he watched her unzip his bag to take out her laptop. "Very much so." Glancing at him she winked at him, "now, if you excuse me, I have work to do."

"No spending time with me?" He pouted, only to earn a snort, "Would've liked to see highschool San say this to me."

"I'm sure you would have, you psycho."

"Your psycho." She corrected, earning a hearty laugh from him as she sat next to him, opening her laptop, staring at their reflection at the black screen, liking how thibgs had turned out- she still had to thank Wooyoung for that day.

[h3arteyes4mingi]

[locallixie]

[23:21]

You knew you don't get along with your peers, but no one was ever straight-up mean to you. Unlike today, you supposed, everyone was just so hostile to you for no actual reason. Even the teachers as well, they would scold you badly for a simple tiny mistake.

You tried your best to be optimistic but it deteriorated bit by bit the more the day went on. You were hoping that they were all having a bad day, or something big happened that you weren't aware of and they might had mistaken you of being insensitive. The thing was, that there was nothing. None at all, no rational reasoning that you could use to defend their strange behaviors.

Worst birthday ever! Why would they care anyway? You never mattered, they never gave a single fuck about you. Running to the storage room, tears pouring from your eyes. You sat down, under the work bench, in the darkness and tranquility of the room.

Sweet sixteen wasn't so sweet was it? Nothing ever went to plan, another year alone and only yourself to cry on. At least one person was a little nicer to you, even though you highly doubted that he knew it was your birthday. You only seen Yunho few times a week, you two did share one or two classes with each other. He lend you a pen, and even smile at you today in Biology.

That was enough to warm your sad, pathetic heart. It wasn't like it was a frequent thing, you two weren't quite friends either. You just knew of each other, and it was going to stay like it.

The door clicked open, the lights flooding through a small crack. You peeked your head to look, still inside the little space under the work bench. "Hey, I knew you would be here." That voice, it was his.

Yunho closed the door as gentle as he could to not scare you. He sat down beside you under the same work bench, "Are you crying, [Y/N]?" He quietly asked, his deep tone sent vibrations to your ears.

You sniffled, wiping off your tears with your uniform sleeves. "No...I'm— Nevermind, who am I kidding? Just leave me be, I don't want you to see me like this." You turned your face away from him.

Then you heard a click, and another. Looking back, see the small flame flickering ontop of a candle stick. Yunho held a cupcake in his hand, "Happy birthday, [Y/N]. I know today was hard, but this is the least I can do."

[sourbinnie]

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[ te pido perdon (todo fue mi culpa) ] angsty thoughts #1 ✉

[what is #thoughts? a series of short imagines where i have fluffy, angsty, wild (+18) or alternative thoughts]

❥ ✉

(y/n) you made me a better person while i brought out the worst of you. (y/n) i think you know why i think about you every day and why i can't stop calling. (y/n) i just wanna hear your voice and for it not to be your voicemail audio again. (y/n) i feel like floating when someone talks about you again but then reality comes crashing down that i don't have you anymore. (y/n) i think i'm going insane without you, would you please pick up? 

"please stop calling me, i'm at work right now and i can't deal with this." they say and all i can think about is that they got the job that they were working so hard for and how proud i am of them instead of the harsh words they just spoke. "hello? seonghwa are you there?" 

"i am here (y/n)." i say not falling for the words that were coming out of my mouth so smoothly when the constant breakdowns that i kept having were pulling me down. "we need to talk." i repeated my last message out loud.

"there's nothing to talk about, you said it so clearly how i'm just a stain in your life, how clingy and awful i can be right? fuck off and leave me alone." they said, my heart breaking slowly but knowing that theirs was far more broken after what i've said. i could not take back my words anymore and i didn't know what i was gonna say in the first place after hearing that. i knew i was guilty of putting them in a dark spot.

"please let's just talk like we always do." i insisted but they laughed, a broken one. as if the damage didn't matter anymore, as if the pieces were slowly putting themselves back together and leaving me in the past. how selfish of me, how could i even think that? this isn't about me in the first place.

"it's too late to talk, that's all i wanted to do but you had to cut me off like that didn't you? you and your perfect idol life thinking you're above me because of your job." their words were like daggers to me, the fact that i made them feel that way made everything inside me boil. but i wasn't mad at them or at the world, just mad at myself for digging so low. "listen i don't know who you think you are but we're done for, there's no us anymore and definitely nothing i wanna work out with someone who treated me in such a cruel way".

"i didn't mean to do any of that! i don't know what the fuck i was thinking okay? please..." i didn't know what i was pleading for in the first place but i was slowly breaking down like nothing mattered anymore. "i cannot lose you, i simply cannot do it without you (y/n)".

"funny how you weren't thinking that before you told me to get out huh? now that i'm not there anymore it's all making sense isn't it?" i could feel my throat building up like i was gonna choke and die with a torn up heart. i didn't want to be doing this because i know i'm in the wrong at the end of the day, i do not deserve them. "what do you want me to say? what do you want me to do? to come crawling back? fuck no".

a silence so deafening fell. realizing that i have no chance on this argument, i truly moved my pieces in the worst way when i talked to them. i made them feel so small and haunted, like i was the worst thing that ever happened to them when i was supposed to be the one who protected them from those kinds of thoughts. how am i so pathetic? how did i fall so low?

"listen, i gotta go and please don't call anymore." they said for the last time and i found myself nodding at nothing. letting the tears stream down slowly like they were the only real thing left inside me to show that i truly cared.

"one last thing, please." i said with my last chance to make it right.

"what is it?" they asked and with no strength anymore, i gave up.

"i'm sorry (y/n), everything was my fault."

[paradiqms]

(5) to you, 2000 years from now.

hongjoong x fem!reader.

tags: angst, captain!hongjoong, royalty!reader, betrayals, misunderstandings, mentions of death, cruelty, fluff here n there, fantasy setting, strangers to lovers to enemies to..?

summary: after the death of your parents and near fall of your kingdom, you have no choice but to leave your first love in order to keep the kingdom in balance with you as the new ruler. years later, you see a familiar face - but instead of being in your arms, he's kneeling in front of the guillotine.

word count: 4,4k

currently, five out of ?

tw: probably very inaccurate description of a panic attack near the end, i apologize in advance &lt;;/3

previous.

you had fallen asleep by the time seonghwa came to bother you again.

the several days you’ve spent on the ship had made you grow rather perceptive of your surroundings, especially towards the sounds of approaching footsteps from the main deck above the quarters you currently reside in. even while you sleep, the sound of heavy boots against wooden stairs would always startle you awake. this, however, doesn’t apply to a certain blond pirate.

seonghwa’s steps are so light against the creaking stairs and floorboards of the crew’s quarters, barely making any noise at all, much less wake you up from your comfortable slumber. you managed to jolt awake only when said pirate shook your shoulders, almost making you fall off your hammock in the process.

“rise and shine, your highness.” seonghwa’s voice reaches your ears as you slowly drag yourself out of sleepiness, stretching your arms over your head. you blink at your dark surroundings, several soft gleams of moonlight leaking from the small gaps between the sides of the ship. it finally clicks to you that you’ve slept the whole afternoon away.

“you’ve had enough beauty sleep,” seonghwa voices once more as he leans against the wall right next to the hammock you’re resting on. “now let’s go get some fresh air.”

you feel yourself question the man’s words. before you had fallen asleep, you remember how he had freed you from your chains and told you to follow him once the ship arrives to its next destination – where ever that may be. however, you initially thought he was bluffing. a pirate’s words can never be trusted, and yet here he is, offering you to go out and get some fresh air with not a hint of deceit written on his well-sculptured face.

“… tell me where we are first.” you breathe out, unable to allow yourself to even get off the hammock without knowing where you’re about to venture. heaven knows where the pirates decided to berth, you could be dragged into a land where outlaws gather and do terrible things, for all you know. or worse – the damn captain of the ship finally grew tired of you and ordered his crew to leave you at a lone island to starve to death.

seonghwa seems to have caught up to your wariness, and he has the audacity to let an amused chortle out.

“follow me and find out for yourself.” the pirate says, gently kicking himself off the wall he was previously leaning against before walking towards the stairs that lead towards the main deck. you remain still, jaw slack as your eyes stick to the movement of the pirate as he simply leaves you alone in the darkness of the crew’s quarters.

damn these filthy pirates, you mentally curse, huffing as you drag yourself out of the hammock you’ve grown attached to after several days to tail after seonghwa.

as soon as you reach the main deck, you’re met with an unfamiliar landscape. the ship seems to have anchored by a coast that stretches far and wide, the sand that sparkles like glitter under the shine of the moon making your chest squeeze, weirdly enough. you’ve been stuck on a pirate ship for days without even a glimpse of land, and now that it’s right in front of you, it almost feels unreal.

“never seen shore before?” seonghwa’s voice pulls you out of your trance, and you swivel your head around to see him already looking at you with a teasing, small quirk on his lips. before you could spit out any snide reply to the pirate’s words, he reaches out to grab onto your hand before dragging you along with him down the wooden ramp, ignoring your protests.

only now does the fact that the beach is connected to a dense jungle of tall trees bother you, because seonghwa is walking right into it and bringing you along with him. to be in a land you haven’t been to before, in the dead of night with a man, a pirate to be exact? the realization comes shooting into your brain and gives you a fright that makes you tug yourself away from the man’s hold harder.

“where are you taking me?!” you yell, using your other hand to try and pry the pirate’s hand off your own, but he doesn’t budge. “let me go this instant!”

“pipe down.” seonghwa hisses. “you’re going to wake up the whole kingdom if you keep screaming.”

“good,” you bite back. “that’s exactly what i want so they can throw you and your pirate friends in the dungeons before hanging you.”

“you sure about that?” the man decides to turn around and face you, his eyebrow lifted. “you’re not gonna stop the execution for our captain this time?”

seonghwa’s lips turn into a cheeky smile as he watches your expressions change – going from fuming at him, to being surprised and taken aback, before instantly going back to looking like you’re about to pounce at him and wring his neck.

“oh, fuck you.” you grit your teeth, glaring at the back of the pirate’s head as he continues to drag you through the tall trees. “i don’t know how you managed to get ahold of that information, but i’ll have you know that i wouldn’t hesitate to personally escort your captain to the gallows once you’re all captured.”

“i’m very sure you will.” seonghwa merely hums, earning a frustrated groan from you.

you’re unsure whether it’s the fact that he sounds extremely sarcastic or you’re just wary of everything that comes out of his mouth, but something tells you that, deep down, he knows you’re lying just as much as you do.

several moments of silence go by once you’ve given up on freeing yourself from the pirate’s grasp, allowing yourself to be dragged along. soon enough, you finally find yourselves at the end of the forest, and to your surprise, you spot something familiar.

a flag that flutters gently with the night breeze atop a pole, the light background giving a nice contrast to the darker illustration of a swan in the middle. you’d recognize the flag anywhere – especially after seeing it multiple times throughout your life, particularly on the official papers and letters sent to your own kingdom.

“cygnus..?” you breathe out, almost in disbelief. the way the kingdom’s name that’s been in a close relationship to your own homeland slips out of your mouth is just as easy as the way you instantly feel a sense of longing seeping into your chest.

“the one and only.” seonghwa says. if you weren’t so distracted, you would’ve noticed the way the man’s hand softens up its grip around yours.

“why…” your words are barely above a whisper, eyes focused on the small town that’s several meters ahead. “why here? what are we doing here?”

the blond pirate doesn’t answer you instantly. instead, he shrugs off the cloak he’s wearing only to turn towards you and wrap the dark fabric around your shorter stature, pulling the hood over your head.

“since you’re familiar with cygnus,” seonghwa says. “then i’m sure you know what it’s famous for.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion at the man’s words. cygnus is widely popular for the food, specifically the pastries. memories of your younger self getting excited whenever your parents would inform you that they’ve ordered for the delivery of special homemade pastries from cygnus flood your brain as if it all happened yesterday, and a ghost of a wistful smile appears on your lips.

“of course,” you respond. “i had them for almost every dessert.”

beside you, seonghwa smiles knowingly.

“let’s get going, then.” the man gives a lighthearted shove to your shoulder as he walks past you and towards the town. forgetting the fact that you had the urge to choke the life out of him just a few minutes ago, you break into a light jog to catch up with the pirate.

cygnus’ town is quite smaller than the one of your homeland, but it is just as beautiful during night when the streets are bathed in the moon’s shine. most shops are closed, as expected for them to be when it’s currently the dead of night. aside from the sound of rusty metal signs swinging along with the breeze, you hear glasses clinking against each other as well as muffled, wild laughter.

a tavern, you come to realize as seonghwa leads you closer to the shop, yellow lighting coming from inside and illuminating the empty streets outside. you can make out the dark silhouettes of people from within the tavern, watching with amusement as you watch the shadows lift their mugs for a cheers before bringing the rims to their mouths, chugging down their drinks.

“you’re coming inside with me,” seonghwa’s husky voice brings you out of your trance, and you tilt your head up to look at him. “if questioned, play along and say you’re my wife. got it?”

“what?” you frown, moving away from the tall man as if recoiling with surprise at his sudden request. “no– why would i do that?”

“trust me.” he responds, sparing you a sharp look as he places his hand on the small of your back. you’re not given the chance to protest before the pirate pushes open the doors to the tavern, and you’re hit with the strongest smell of alcohol in the air. you swear you felt yourself get slightly dizzy when you stepped in.

as if the crowd of drunken people in your every direction wasn’t enough to make you feel suffocated, seonghwa decides to slip his arm around your waist as he guides you further into the mess, and you grimace under the hood he previously pulled over your head. his steps are fast, almost hasty as he skillfully makes his way through the mob, and you have no choice but try to match with his pace even when you almost trip over your own feet multiple times.

soon enough, thank the heavens, seonghwa reaches a space at the back of the tavern where a significant less amount of people are gathered. the arm he has around your waist is quickly removed as he reaches to hold onto your hand instead, bringing you over to sit at an empty table, a single oil-lamp placed in the middle of the round wooden surface.

“for someone who had a lot of bite earlier,” the pirate speaks as he takes a seat beside you. “you’re surprisingly obedient right now.”

“oh please,” you cringe, scooting away from the man. “you wouldn’t let me run away even if i tried like my life depended on it.”

“glad to know you’re aware.” seonghwa flashes you another one of his cheeky smiles that makes your blood boil.

“you’re horrible.” you curse at the pirate, placing an elbow atop the table in front of you before resting your chin on the palm of your hand. “why are we here anyway?”

if you were being honest, you had initially thought that seonghwa brought you into town to enjoy some well-made fluffy pastries, judging by the way he talked about them earlier. you can’t deny the disappointment in your chest, but you try your best to hide it. seonghwa notices the slight pout of your lips though, even under the poor tavern lighting, and he thinks it’s rather adorable.

“you’ll know in a bit.” the man responds easily with a shrug of his broad shoulders. he catches the way you mumble underneath your breath – something about questioning why ‘pirates have to be so difficult.’

“why can’t you just be– mmf!”

“shh,” seonghwa shushes you by placing a hand over your mouth, much to your annoyance. “do you see that man who just came in?”

despite the growing urge to bite his hand off, you squint your eyes a bit at the direction of the tavern’s entrance to see the person he’s referring to.

your eyes catch the sight of a tall, well-toned man clad in dark clothes with similarly dark hair that reaches his shoulders, framing the sharp features of his face almost perfectly. his expression seems rather serious as he pushes his way through the sea of drunkards, his steps giving the same amount of haste that seonghwa had several moments ago.

“whatever you do,” seonghwa whispers as he removes his hand from your mouth. “don’t say anything to him. i’ll do the talking for you.”

there’s a change in the atmosphere around you as you notice how the tone in seonghwa’s voice shifts, going from rather lighthearted to something heavier. despite the worried hammering of your heart in your chest, you give him a nod.

the mysterious man comes closer to your table, and his dark eyes meet yours briefly before they move towards seonghwa.

“the moon is bright tonight.” the stranger says, his deep voice resonating into your brain and making shivers go down your spine. underneath your hood, your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, but seonghwa is quick to answer.

“it is,” the blond pirate says. “but mars is brighter.”

a beat of silence hangs in the air for a moment. the stranger, who was previously wearing a solemn frown on his face, visibly relaxes after some time before pulling out the chair across the table to sit himself down on, the screech of wood against the floor making you grimace.

“glad to see you made it, hwaseong.” the dark-haired man wears a mischievous grin as he leans back on the chair. “i heard that your captain got himself in trouble back in pyxis. hah, who knew he’d get caught there of all places?”

at the sudden mention and blatant backhanded comment of your kingdom, you tense up. seonghwa seems to have noticed the sudden change in your posture and he easily slides a hand underneath the table to place it on your thigh, squeezing gently as if he’s telling you to stay composed. you, on the other hand, jolt at his touch as if you were electrocuted, feeling repulsed by the sudden touch and you grab onto his wrist to pry it away from your thigh, but he doesn’t budge. instead, he squeezes harder, the previously reassuring gesture now turned into something akin to a warning, and it takes everything you have at the moment to not pinch him.

“nothing our crew can’t handle.” the pirate offers the other man a tight-lipped smile, one that you force yourself to copy once you lift your head up to face the latter. his eyes dart back to you, and for the first time since you saw him just mere minutes ago, you catch a glint of interest.

“you even got yourself a girl, huh?” the stranger raises an eyebrow at seonghwa, the edges of his lips quirking up into a teasing smirk. “man, it’s only been a few months since we’ve seen each other, and you already beat me to it.”

“haha.” seonghwa forces out a chuckle. “anyway, let’s cut to the chase. do you have what i want?”

and then it clicks. ah, you realize. so that’s what this is.

“always do.” the stranger reaches a hand into the bag that’s strapped around his waist, briefly rummaging through it before pulling something out. you quickly make it out as a piece of paper that’s been rolled neatly into a scroll and secured with a red thread. you also notice how seonghwa’s grip on your thigh immediately loosens up once his eyes land on the scroll, and you can’t help the growing curiosity in your head.

“pay up first, though.” the stranger puts out his other hand in front of him as he waves the scroll in the air teasingly. beside you, seonghwa grumbles underneath his breath, but he’s quick to fish something out of his own pocket. the glimmer of something shiny in the pirate’s hand catches your eye, and you almost jump out of your seat as you watch seonghwa dismissively toss an uncomfortably familiar golden ring towards the man across him, who catches the accessory easily.

“seong–!”

“don’t worry,” the blond man turns to you with a warm smile on his face, but his eyes say something else. “i’ll get you a better one next time.”

say something and i’ll make you regret it, his eyes warn you under the poor yellow lighting of the tavern. the hand on your thigh returns to its tight grip, which only tightens even further when you dig your nails into seonghwa’s wrist as if you’re trying to fracture the joint.

i’ll kill you the moment we’re alone, you silently challenge him with a strained smile and clenched jaw.

“whew,” the stranger inspects the ring from across the table, blissfully unaware of the way you and seonghwa are seconds away from tearing each other’s throats out. “this looks mighty expensive, hwaseong. looks like something a queen would wear.”

“actually,” you speak up, ignoring how seonghwa’s grip on your leg is starting to hurt. “it’s funny of you to say that! because–”

“because,” seonghwa cuts you off, eye twitching with annoyance. “i only get the best for my girl. isn’t that right, darling?”

“you little shi–” you are, once again, cut off by the blond pirate sitting next to you. but instead of using his words, seonghwa pulls you towards him by the hood over your head and smashes his lips against yours, effectively rendering you frozen in place.

“please,” seonghwa breathes out quietly once he barely pulls away from your lips, his face still mere inches away from yours. “for the love of god, shut up. please.”

taking your silence as obedience, the blond finally leans away from you and goes back to giving his attention to the stranger, who’s fortunately still too busy distracted by the golden ring to notice what just happened.

“you outdid yourself this time, man.” the stranger says once he’s done inspecting his newly acquired ring, quickly pocketing it afterwards before sliding the paper scroll across the table. “twas a pleasure working with you.”

“likewise.” seonghwa offers the man a nod, grabbing the scroll from the table. “if that’s everything, we’ll be taking our leave now.”

“what, you’re not gonna stay for a few drinks?” the dark haired man’s lips frown, but they quickly turn into a brazen smirk as his eyes go over to you once again. “we could always get drunk and spend the night together. i’m afraid your girl is far too pretty for me to miss out on.”

“no.” seonghwa’s reply flies out of his mouth faster than you expected for it to be, and he’s just as quick to grab your hand and pull you up from your seat with him. “it’s getting late, so we’ll pass.”

“boring.” the stranger scoffs, shrugging his shoulders afterwards. “whatever man, just make sure not to wake the whole kingdom up when you’re f–”

“goodnight!” seonghwa offers a quick wave to the dark haired man, dragging you along with him away from the table. you quietly follow the blond, and once you’ve reached far enough from the previous location, seonghwa lets go of your hand only to shove you up against the wall, eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips.

“what you did back there,” the pirate groans, arms caging you on either side and leaving you with no space to escape. “was a stupid, deadly game. do you have any damn idea who that was?”

“i would have known if you had just told me, you imbecile!” you glare up at the man who’s currently pinning you against the wall. “but noooo, you decided to be mysterious and merely kept telling me to trust you. who the hell was that creep, anyway?!”

“that creep,” seonghwa leans closer to whisper, but he’s still fuming judging by the way he’s gritting his teeth and clenching his sharp jaw. “is one of the best assassins in the entire kingdom. hell, maybe even in several kingdoms! and do you know what kind of people he loves to murder in cold blood more than anything?”

under the pirate’s heavy gaze and even heavier words, you falter. seonghwa takes the chance to continue nevertheless.

“royals.” he spits out. “that man has killed kings, queens, princes and princesses alike more often than i’d like to acknowledge. if he found out who you are, he would’ve slit your throat faster than i can stop him.”

you blink. seonghwa’s words ring in your head, over and over again like a broken record that won’t stop until it makes your ears bleed.

killed kings, queens, princes and princesses alike.

killed king, queens.

all of the sudden, you can’t breathe. you feel as if you’re suffocating as the faces of your parents come crashing into your brain like waves of sorrow and regret. the floors are no longer clean, for all you can see now are drops of dark red spluttering everywhere. your ears don’t register the sound of seonghwa’s worried calls – instead, you hear the collective sound of townspeople screaming, crying, mourning for the loss that broke their hearts; a loss that tore yours out of your chest, and you haven’t had the strength to even beg for it back since then.

without a second thought, you push yourself away from seonghwa to rush your way out of the tavern via the back door, needing to get away from all the noise and the atmosphere that almost had you choking. seonghwa’s yells for you fall on deaf ears.

you stagger along the empty back alleys with a hand over your chest. are you trying to calm the fast-paced beating or are you trying to keep your heart from falling out? you have no idea yourself as you fall on your knees onto the dirty grounds, crying out into the night as if to ask for its mercy.

you don’t even bother when you feel someone’s big, warm hands place themselves on your wet cheeks, gently tilting your head upwards to look at them. through your blurred sight due to the tears that keep falling, you’re only able to make out the tuft of blond hair.

“hey,” seonghwa’s gentle voice reaches your ears. “hey, it’s okay, i’m right here. i’m so sorry, i’ve got you.”

as the pirate slowly wraps his arms around your trembling frame, he curses at himself. his intention had only been to warn you about the assassin and the absolute threat he could be to you, but the fact that your parents were killed in a similar way had slipped from his mind. seonghwa is sure that the person responsible for the murder of your parents wasn’t the same person who showed up tonight, but that doesn’t mean that he's allowed to even mention such a thing in your presence – especially since you haven’t entirely healed yet even after several years. honestly, seonghwa doesn’t think it's something that can be healed from.

seonghwa runs a soothing hand along your back as he gently rocks you back and forth in attempt to calm you down, making sure he keeps his voice as soft as possible. he can feel the fabric of his shirt get damp from your tears as you weep against his chest, but he pays it no mind. he keeps his hold around you until he hears the way your cries are beginning to slow down, and he notices how your previously trembling figure has turned rather pliant in his arms.

soon enough, you manage to pass out against the pirate, who doesn’t loosen his hold around you. instead, he repositions his arms so that he’s able to carry you up, but he’s not given the chance to properly stand before the cold feeling of iron against his forehead disrupts him.

“park seonghwa,” a familiar voice reaches the pirate’s ears. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“… captain.” seonghwa mumbles out. “i went to receive the last piece of the map as assigned–”

“uh huh,” hongjoong cuts his right-hand man off. “but what the hell is she doing here, out of the crew’s quarters? i swear to god, seonghwa, if you were the one who brought her here and made her meet the fucking assassin, i will blow your brains out this instant.”

at the other man’s words, seonghwa can’t suppress the scoff that escapes his dry lips.

“don’t tell me,” the blond tilts his head almost teasingly, making hongjoong grit his teeth. “that you still care for her? i thought all she does is waste your time.”

the dark haired captain presses the muzzle of his gun harder against seonghwa’s forehead, only to receive another scoff from the other pirate.

“don’t test my patience.” hongjoong hisses out, glowering down at the other pirate who’s currently kneeling in front of him. “unless you’ve grown stupid, i’m sure you’re aware that cygnus is one of the kingdoms that are in close relations with pyxis. if she were any smarter, she would’ve ran to the nearest guard behind your back to say the little password and ordered for our immediate execution.”

“but she didn’t,” seonghwa says as if it’s the most expected outcome and raises his eyebrow. “besides, we both know she wouldn’t execute us – or should i say you.”

“god fucking damn it, seonghwa!” hongjoong groans loudly into the night, begrudgingly tucking away his gun back into the leather holster on his hip. “i don’t know what you’re planning, but if you’re trying to play matchmaker then i’ll kill you in your sleep.”

the latter merely shrugs before standing up straight with you still passed out in his arms. despite the only source of light being the dim glow of the moon, his eyes still catch the way hongjoong’s gaze momentarily flickered towards you.

“…get her out of my sight, both of you.” the shorter male mumbles. “we’ll leave first thing in the morning. i’m not waiting for a single second if you’re late.”

“aye aye, captain heart eyes.” seonghwa chortles as he skillfully dodges the kick that hongjoong aimed at him, making his way out of the back alleys afterwards.

“oh, and by the way,” the blond looks back at the captain from over his shoulder, a smile on his lips that leaves the latter scowling. “i got rid of her wedding ring for you. you’re welcome.”

hongjoong blinks at seonghwa’s words, the sound of his friend’s teasing chuckles echoing through the empty alleys. he doesn’t like the way he feels his chest squeeze at the mention of your damned wedding ring finally being gone – but for the first time in a long, long while, the edges of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly.

next.

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[joongalez]

for the gods | park seonghwa

content: horror au, seonghwa x gender-neutral reader, barista!reader, villian!seonghwa, blood, gore, murder, cannibalism word count: 2.4k

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Black ink dripped from every pore, washing over me, choking me, threatening to end my life as I knew it. And yet all I could think about was his touch against me.

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It was a normal day for me; as normal as any day could get. I left my apartment at 7:45pm for my nightly shift at the 24-hour walk-up coffee shop, walking the fifteen minutes there in my black uniform covered by a sweatshirt. It was autumn and therefore getting chillier, especially at night. Once I made it to the coffee shop, I clocked in, said goodbye to my coworker, and was ready for my six-hour shift. Getting off at 2am wasn't ideal, but the coffee shop had been my home for a few years now, and I didn't have any plans on leaving. When my manager told me I needed to work a night shift or they'd have to let me go, I gave in. Now it's my nightly routine.

We didn't get very many customers at the time I worked, so it was mostly me idling on my phone and making the occasional coffee for myself or a customer. Most customers that came in while I worked were random passersby, making their way through town in the late hours of night, early hours of dawn, never stopping for long. It wasn't the sort of town you'd want to live in, but I did. It was the only home I'd ever known and I couldn't bring myself to leave. I guess I was just like that, in many ways.

This particular night was the start of a chain of events that would completely disrupt everything I knew about the world and life itself. It started as soon as he walked up to the window and asked for a hot coffee.

"Welcome in," I greeted. I glanced at the clock to see the second hand creeping past midnight. "What can I get started for you?"

The man was tall and thin, wearing dark clothes that almost matched his dark eyes. They were staring down at me, something inside of them that I couldn't quite place. His lips were turned up into a kind smile, but something about it made me slightly uneasy. His hair was almost white, threatening to spill into his dark eyes. I couldn't bring myself to look away from him.

"Just a small hot coffee," he replied.

"Of course." I rang him up and he handed over cash. I grabbed the pitcher of coffee and poured it into a small cup before placing the lid on top. I handed him the coffee with my customer service smile, tight-lipped and somewhat ingenuine.

The man's smile had returned, giving me that uneasy feeling, a shiver crawling up my spine. He took the coffee cup from me, his fingertips brushing against mine. I quickly let go of the cup, thankful he had already grabbed onto it. "You don't have anywhere to sit inside there, do you?"

"No. It's just a walk-up coffee shop. There are some seats outside if you're looking to sit, but I know it is cold out there."

"I see." The man's smile morphed into a more friendly one, an understanding one. The uneasiness slipped away quickly, like a tide receding back into the sea. "I'm new in town. Just got in. I wasn't sure if I could get coffee somewhere, but I've found myself lucky tonight."

I laughed slightly, feeling more relaxed than I had when the man had just walked in. "Well, welcome in." I introduced myself and let him know I had been here my entire life and knew a thing or two about the town if he had any questions.

"I'm Seonghwa," he told me. "Thank you for your kindness. Are all people here as kind as you?"

I couldn't help the heat that flooded to my cheeks. "I think people are pretty kind here."

Seonghwa smiled. "I'm moving into the apartments just fifteen minutes from here, off Lapis street."

My mouth involuntarily dropped open before I forced it to snap shut. "That's my apartment building. We actually might be neighbors. The ones above me just moved out recently."

"Ah, well, I'll try to be the best upstairs neighbor I can be," Seonghwa said. "Thank you for the coffee. I guess I'll be going."

"You're welcome to stay," I blurted out before thinking. "I mean, outside, of course. I'm not allowed to let anyone inside."

Seonghwa smiled again and the icy feeling prickled along my back as his eyes looked down upon me, feeling inferior under his gaze. "No need, love. I'll see you around, I'm sure of it."

He left then. I didn't see him in the following days, not for a little while. It was three days later that the first person went missing, the second after five days, and day six revealed the body of the first missing person. I wanted to think nothing of it. Just an unfortunate tragedy falling upon our small town, a miserable circumstance. It was on the seventh day that I heard the knock on my door.

Seonghwa was standing outside. His gaze washed over me, taking me in. I found myself involuntarily leaning toward the doorframe, wanting to cross the invisible boundary between us, but I stopped myself before I got too close. I didn't understand what I was feeling, but I didn't want to scare him off.

"Hello," he greeted with a smile that sent iciness through my body. "I hope this isn't a bad time. I was wondering if you'd like to come over and have coffee with me, unless you prefer something else, being a barista."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm around coffee all the time. Maybe you could brew some tea?"

"Of course." He gestured for me to follow him, and I did. He led me up one flight of stairs, our footsteps echoing through the outdoor hallways. We reached his apartment, the one directly above mine as I had guessed it would be, and he opened the door for me. The layout, of course, was the same as mine, yet it looked more like a model apartment than one that was lived in. Everything was pristine and white, a stark contrast to the way he dressed. I found myself quite uncomfortable as he gestured for me to sit on the couch, worried that I would leave it looking worn and he would be upset with me.

He put a kettle on the stove and made his way over to sit in the armchair to my right. His smile was gone and there was a chill to his gaze as his eyes swept over me. "How have you been, love?"

I found myself leaning forward, my hands resting gently in my lap. I wished to be closer to him. "I've been fine. Are you worried about me because of the missing people?"

"Another has gone missing," he said casually, as if it were not people's lives we were discussing, "and two are dead."

The killings were brutal and bloody, the victims found with empty chasms instead of chests, their insides torn out and entirely missing. It was as if someone was ripping them open and taking everything from inside, leaving the rest in a gory mess for the police to find.

"It's awful. I hope the police catch whoever is doing this."

"Do you?"

His question stunned me and I found myself frowning. "Of course I do. I wouldn't wish death upon anyone."

"The police aren't close to finding them," Seonghwa said. "The killer is sloppy in nature, but meticulous when it comes to being avoided. I doubt they'll have a suspect before the killer murders again."

"These are people's lives," I protested. "Do you have no regard for them?"

"I don't know them," Seonghwa responded, leveling his eyes to look into mine. "And even if I did, it wouldn't change anything. I speak with facts and cadence. I'm not one to sugarcoat."

"Still," I mumbled. "I don't want to be insensitive."

"The families of the victims are not in the room, no?"

"No, but--"

"You are talking with me." Seonghwa placed his arms on the sides of the chair, regarding me with certainty. "You can speak freely around me, love."

I barely knew him, but I also knew this was true. Nothing I said would make him consider me any different than he thought of me now. I didn't know how I knew it, but I knew that I did. Our fates were chosen the moment he walked into the coffee shop, and it was unchanging.

The kettle started to whistle and Seonghwa stood to pour our cups of tea. I stayed in my place and his fingers brushed against mine when he handed me my cup. I brought it to my lips and took a careful sip, the water scalding my tongue.

"Careful." Seonghwa sat back down in the armchair, placing his tea on the coffee table in front of him, his movement slow. "I don't want you to hurt yourself, love."

"It's just some hot tea."

Seonghwa never once moved his gaze from me as I sipped my tea. Once the cup was empty, I couldn't bear it any longer and quietly excused myself from his apartment. Leaving made me realize it was colder in there than it had been outside. I retreated to the warmth and familiarity of my own apartment.

Five days later, there were four dead bodies and two missing people. The police were in a race against time to find those who went missing, and loved ones were already grieving by the time they found out a member of their family had gone missing. Going missing was a death sentence now.

I had been going to Seonghwa's nearly every day. We talked, although not about much. It was usually about the bodies piling up in town, the people going missing, Seonghwa feeling indifferent about the entire thing. I was trying to pull him apart and dissect each thought of his, and I was starting to feel like maybe I shouldn't be around him. He was cold, his speech and movements calculated, his emotions nonexistent. Deep inside, I believe I had already known and chose to ignore it. Or maybe I wanted to see it, wanted to feel it, scream it out loud for the entire world to hear, but I couldn't. I was trapped under his gaze, under his touch, yearning for something I had never known I wanted, let alone now needed.

I was back at Seonghwa's again, more comfortable in making my way around his apartment. As he was hanging my coat by the front door, I went to the fridge for something to drink and found it completely empty. Seonghwa was behind me before I could say anything, gently running his fingers along my left arm, trailing up to my shoulder and eventually to my collarbone. His hand was then replaced by his lips and I felt his warm breath against my neck when he spoke.

"You already understand, don't you, love?"

And I did. I knew it was him who was doing these killings. I knew from the moment the first person had gone missing that Seonghwa was the one taking them, tearing them apart, removing everything from inside. But it was only when I opened the fridge that I realized he was consuming those he killed.

"Do you care?" He whispered against me, his left hand snaking around my waist to pull me against him. "Do you find yourself scared, wanting to flee?"

"No." It was the truth that I spoke. I turned to face him and he pressed himself against me, his eyes turning down to mine, his forehead almost touching mine. He brought his right hand up to my face, caressing my cheek. I felt myself leaning forward, but it was Seonghwa who closed the gap between our lips. The kiss was fierce and hungry, and there was nothing else I had wanted more in all the years I had been alive. It was my purpose, my reason, my only role in life. I was here for him, and only him.

He took me to the woods that night. He showed me the missing people, and I watched as he devoured them. His eyes lit up white, glowing in the darkness. An inky blackness began seeping from him and spilling across the ground, covering my shoes. The two people were already dead, but I knew I wasn't going to get the same treatment as they had. I was special. I was rare. I was something to be used delicately, not something to roughly consume and toss away. No, Seonghwa was going to devour me slowly, savoring every moment.

He turned to me, the ink spilling from his body, combining with the crimson red blood that dripped from his lips and onto his chest. "You know what you have to do. For the gods."

Black ink dripped from every pore, washing over me, choking me, threatening to end my life as I knew it. And yet all I could think about was his touch against me. His teeth found my lips first, drawing blood from them, drinking it in. Then he was at my neck and I was no longer drowning in the black ink that he was entirely made of, but my own blood. I choked on it as he took piece after piece of me. I was suffering, the pain almost too overwhelming, but his touch against me reminded me of the reason I was here, the purpose of everything.

I was here to be consumed by him, devoured by him. He was a god and I was his feast. He would feed on me and I would be his last victim for a while. He would leave and find someone else, but I refused to think about that part. I had to believe I was the only one, needed to believe that I was the only one fit for this purpose.

Eventually, he laid me upon the ground. The blood and ink had flooded into my ears and my eyes, blinding me and deafening the world. The only thing I could feel was his touch against me, and it was all I thought about as he consumed me entirely.

My purpose.

My life.

It was all for him. I loved him. I worshipped him. He was mine as I was his. And once I was gone, every piece of me devoured by him, he kissed the earth where I had once lay, whispering his reminder.

"For the gods, love."

[hongjoongscafe]

Short imagine…

11:46 PM (Ateez Seonghwa) (fluff)

The Grinch was almost finished as you adjusted in the arms of Seonghwa, your fiancé. His yawn fans your head, making some of your strands come in front of your face. He chuckled and moved them back.

“Aren't you tired, babe?” he asked as he pulled you closer if that was possible.

“Mhm, I am…” you snuggled against him.

“Me too,” he sighed. He looked at you but your eyes were distant. “What are you thinking?”

You moved a bit and looked up at him, “the year passed away so quickly,” you said.

“Ah, yeah, it did… But it was the best so far!” He smiled widely.

“Yeah, you are right,” you giggled. “But why was it the best for you?”

“Hm… You see, this year began with you in my arms, then in the middle of this year we were engaged, and now the year is ending with you not only in my arms but in my bed too,” he kissed the back of your head as you were playing with his hand.

You bit your lip, “yeah? I made your year good?”

“Better than ever,” he happily sighed. “What about you? What made your year better?”

“Of course, it's you!” you sat up and faced him, elbows on your knees and face in your hands. “Everything has been better since the day you entered my life.”

“Yeah? I can say the same thing,” his fingers caressed your scalp.

“Christmas is around the corner,” you said.

“Mhm, I wanna show you something that night,” he said.

“What do you wanna show me?” you looked at him with wide eyes. As long as you remembered, he said that he wanted to spend his Christmas all cuddled up against you.

He stretched and pulled you in his arms and covered you both with a blanket properly. He turned off the TV in your room and switched off the lights, leaving the street light shining slightly through the curtains. “You will see… Come let's sleep for now.”

You snuggled against him, “you better not take me somewhere bad.”

He chuckled, “why would I take you somewhere bad? It's gonna be good, trust me. Now, shush and sleep like the good girl you are.”

[hongjoonggine95]

Come back [k.hj]

Pairing: Idol!hongjoong x nonidol!femreader

Genre: Fluff, one shot [short!]

Summery: After break up with you, Hongjoong take a break for himself. When he come back on stage, he decided to explain to Atinys what was happening to him. But he didn't knew, you was there.

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"It's time" "Yeah I know" "Hyung, you sure you can do this tonight?" "Don't worry. I'm fine" "Okay,..."

Our conversation was interrupted by the staff's. They told us to prepare ourselves to go on stage. It was the first time going on stage after awhile. As we heard the crowed, my heart starts beating faster. I've missed it. Our fan's was always there for us since years. Never leave our side. Standig in a line, we do our cheer up.

"8 MAKES 1 TEAM"

Now, it was time. We putting in our in-ears, take a deep breath and start the show. The time was running fast. The show was like always, emotional. It was time for our last speak for this night. I start first but before the show was going to end, I ask the staff if they give me some more speaking time. After the manager give the green light for, I walked back on stage. Atinys was really confused at this point.

"So, I know you didn't thought of that I come back to the stage after the show end but I have to tell you something. It took me some time but now I can speak about. Coming on stage today wasn't that easy for me. I wasn't on a break for no reason,..."

The corner of my eyes was filled with tears. Talking about this was a big step but I have to explain to our fan's why I take some time for myself.

" 3 months ago, I lost someone that meant a lot to me. She was just made for me. I swear she was a fallen angel. If I thinking about her i just feel pain. I can't change was happend but if I had one more chance, I would do everything to get her back. I miss her really bad. It hurt's even more when I thought about she find someone better then me. I know, it's selfish but I don't want to see her with other boy's and,.... "

I just want to finish my explanation but I was interrupted again. The crowd suddenly split in half, as SHE apears in the middle. I didn't trust my eyes right now. She was there? The whole night? What if she was always there but I didn't notice?

One of my staffs hand her a Microphone as she walked directly in my direction.

"You want me back?" she spoke. "I-i do Y/N. I can't live without you"

" You left me without saying goodbye,.. Just a letter on my nightstand told me that you are gone. No one had ever hurt me that much like you do. So, give me one reason to go back to you!"

I was shocked at her seriousness. She meant every single word that comes from her soft, heart shaped lips. Our eyes meet as i start to give her the reason she ask for.

" You should come back to me because of the time we had before it start to break in two. Can you remember the time we meet for the first time? You wear this cute hoodie paired with a boyfriend pants. Your hair was tied up in a Ponytail. We bumped into each other. Clumsy as you was, you dropped your Coffee. I was worried that you burned yourself but luckily, you was fine. I helped you to clean the mess you made. We both giggled like kids. The time our eyes meet, was so stunning. I saw the whole Galaxy in it. You made me question myself if you are real or just in my imagination. That was the first time in my life, that I falling in love."

The Look she gave me at this moment while I was talking would I never forget in my life. Her eyes was literally sparkling. Filled with tears but at the same time she have the biggest smile on her face.

" I know our time together wasn't that easy, that's a fact but Princess, you are my whole life. I need you to be on my side. If you still Love me, please come back to me."

And with that, she fell into my arms, her's wrapped around my neck, holding me as close as she can. Tears rolling over her cheeks, meet mine too. I wrapped my arms around her waist, hold her tight against me.

" I still love you Hongjoong. I always do. The time without you, was the hardest part of my life. I've missed you so bad. I'm sorry that I didn't came back earlier. I wasn't able, I was so hurt that you leave me without saying anything." she mumbled against the crook of my neck.

" I'm sorry princess, I promise, I wont hurt you again. Just stay with me " I replied.

" Shut the fuck up and kiss me, idiot!"

With that, i kissed her with all my love I can give and you know what? I won't let her go again!

THE END!

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[auror117]

Forgotten Memories part 1/part 4

I was never the one for everlasting love stories or a person who believes in faith or destiny. But there was a time when i swear it felt like destiny. It might have been a childish thought but when i think about it again maybe it was destiny, a cruel destiny. Maybe it was meant to be but at what cost.

  Now looking at the fast moving city, i’m taken back to the countryside of my childhood, a paradise it really was. Well, a paradise until it wasn’t anymore. The memories that chose to remain where all of a  paradise.

Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong and Kwon Jieun

There wasn’t a single person in the village that hadn’t heard the names of these three. We were quite the talk of the village, Jieun, Joong and me. “The three troublemakers” was what the aunties would call us and we totally earned that name. Jieun and I became friends from the moment we were born, as if it was destined to be. We were also born on the same month ‘April. Her parents and mine were co-workers and shared a great friendship which passed onto us becoming friends.

Jieun was in every way what you call an angel,an angel in disguise. She had an infectious cheerfulness which spread to anyone around her. But she was also someone you wouldn’t want to mess with. She was also the only one who was able to keep Hongjoong in check. Her long wavy black hair that reached up to her hips, heart shaped lips that never lost its smile and the clearest blue eyes that reminded me of a clear blue sky and that laughter that echoed through my mind endlessly in moments of sorrow and silence, they were all too familiar.

Now coming to Hongjoong, well he was a rebel if thats what you call it. Stirring trouble and picking fights where he shouldn’t. He was actually the main reason we would get into trouble hence the nickname. He was a unique kid, much different from other kids his age. His skill in music was out of this world. He had mastered  5 instruments at such a young age and was always very passionate about music.

Me and jieun would always come across him when we passed the playground, which led to our first encounter with him. We where 9 when we met him. It was jieun who befriended him first, we had found him in the playground being bullied by a group of boys. You see, Han was born differently. He was born with platinum silver hair that reminded me of snow. The doctors tried to explain the cause but jieun liked to say that the angels got jealous of his beauty and gave him white hair to lessen his beauty but it only turned out better.

The other kids loved to bully Han because of his hair and for some reason, he never fought back. I remember that incident clearly

April 17, 2001

“ where do you think your going snow white “ a boy yells.

“ Look at him, so pathetic ” kids laugh

A group of kids circle around a small boy with silver hair who’s curled up into a ball. Suddenly someone pushes through the circle, shoving kids away from the boy.

“ Back off idiots!” jieun yells at the boys as Seonghwa tries to get through the ring of boys surrounding her.

“ Who are you to say that little girl “ a bully says as he walks towards her.

“ You should back off now!. Get out of here before i let everyone know what you did here “ Seonghwa says as he stands infront of jieun.

“ Lets go “ the group runs away at his threat.

“ You alright there?” jieun asks as she crouches next to the kid and gently lifts his face up. She suddenly freezes as she see’s his face and says “ wow you are really beautiful”.

The kid looks up at her in surprise and wonder and gives her a small smile.

“ you’re not hurt are you?” Seonghwa asks

“no” the kid replies

“ I’m jieun and this is Seonghwa, whats your name?” asks jieun

“ H-hongjoong “ 

“ Nice to meet you hongjoong “

That was the first time we met Him. From then on we became inseparable. We where all we had through happiness and through sorrow alike, we always stood by each other. The world we knew at that times was small and our hopes and dreams where high. It was home, it was comfort that i felt from them.

Now thinking back to those time i cant help but smile fondly at the memories. Sneaking out at night to stargaze, Skipping classes, buying way too much food from the canteen, these memories warm my heart but somehow i cant help but feel like something is missing.

How many years has it been since i last saw them?. Did Hongjoong get to open his music studio in the city?. did jieun ever start that strawberry farm she wanted?. Where were they now?. How are they now?.

A part of me yearns to go back to my childhood haven and just feel at home while another part of me weirdly feels sadness while thinking about my paradise. 

The accident that me and hongjoong got into might have been one of the major reasons for that sadness and also the memory loss. I dont remember much about leaving, all i remember are my parents soothing words and the lights flashing. I dont remember telling jieun goodbye. She might hate me for that, she hated farewells. 

Staring at the invitation letter to the school reunion that lays on the table got me thinking, maybe it is time i go back.

It is time for a reunion. And maybe this time i can finally tell her.

Tell her that.........................

[aclowntiny]

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