#ateez sydney

[oddinary4bts]

Be With You | ch 3

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆pairing: Choi San x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters contain mature content)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: cursing, alcohol, san is the sweetest and i love him, honestly not a lot of warnings except them being cute

☆word count: 6.6k (sorry, this one's shorter)

☆series masterpost

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☆a/n: New week new chapter! Hope you like this one :) and thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you <3

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Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

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Monday, September 30th

Today was rainy. Cold, fall striking hard all of a sudden, the wind shaking leaves from their branches, carrying them around to fall in the many puddles littering the ground. The streetlight is reflected in those same puddles like maybe they’re a portal to an alternate universe, and the scenery is peaceful, serene.

But the cold is unwelcomed, and you feel like it’s gotten into your bones, clawing at your organs.

“Fuck this,” you curse, and Sydney lets out a small laugh behind you.

“You should have worn something warmer,” she scolds, and she’s totally right.

But the perspective of seeing Choi San tonight made you choose a bomber jacket that has gone cold now, the rain soaking the fabric until you feel like you might as well be standing in the shower with your clothes on.

“Why is it even raining so much?” you ask.

You have an umbrella. Hell, you made sure you had an umbrella, but the wind renders it useless - it’s flimsy, and it keeps flipping the wrong way, enough so that you are indeed thoroughly drenched by the time you make it to the theatre.

“Is my makeup okay?” you ask Sydney as you walk in, closing your umbrella.

The movie is projected at the college’s theatre, and students are already milling about, sharing a drink before they go in. Indeed, drinks are offered, though you evidently won’t be having any.

Sydney stands in front of you, brow creasing slightly as she scans your features. “All good.”

You’re relieved, and you take a deep breath before scanning the space around you as you pull your phone out of the pocket of your jacket.

[7:54 pm] San: i’m here [7:56 pm] San: where are u [7:57 pm] San: isn’t it starting at 8

It’s only one minute past eight, and you slightly wince. You forgot to tell San that the movie starts at 8:15 pm.

[8:01 pm] You: where are u? we just got here

He doesn’t answer right away, and so you scan the place again as if maybe he’ll appear.

“I kinda really want a drink,” Sydney says.

She’s shifting on her feet nervously, and you know the reason why - she knows Yunho will be here, and it’s technically the first time they’ll talk to each other since the night he confessed.

“Then let’s get one before it starts,” you tell her. “San’s already here.”

She nods absentmindedly, and you drag her towards the small bar in the corner. Thankfully, there is no line, and Sydney orders a cider while you stand to the side, looking down at your phone.

[8:04 pm] San: found ur brother lmao

[8:05 pm] San: were already sitting

“Alright,” Sydney says once she has her cider in hand. “Has… Yunho told you where he is?”

Her cheeks dust with pink with the question, though you doubt she even notices. 

“San said that they’re together,” you tell her. “They’re already in, so let’s go find them.”

A curt nod is the only answer that you get, and you make your way through the small crowd gathered before the doors to make it to the theatre proper. 

You walk in and you’re welcomed by the buzz of conversation that seems slightly fainter here compared to the hall. A white screen falls like a curtain over the scene, and blue-ish lights shine on the side of it. It’s slightly blinding, forcing you to squint as you try to find San and Yunho.

“Do you see them?” you ask Sydney.

You’re pretty sure you see her gulp when you glance her way. “Yeah.”

She’s looking out at the seats, and you follow her line of gaze to see Yunho looking towards you - towards her. It seems like they share a moment, one that you let them have as you start walking down the stairs towards where you can now also see San.

As if he’s sensed your presence, San turns too, and a dimple digs in his cheek as he smiles, waving at you.

You’re not ready for what it does to you - your heartbeat increases, your hands grow clammy, and you find yourself swallowing through sudden dryness in your throat. You force yourself to smile, hoping you don’t look too awkward, and you take a breath as you finally reach the row where your brother and San are sitting.

“Hey,” you greet him. 

He gets up, smile widening. “Hey.” He stands there for a moment, a little awkward, and then he glances down at you. “You’re dripping.”

You wince. “The fucking rain, right?”

San laughs, a clear sound that makes your heart quicken just a little more, and then he steps out of the row, right in time with Sydney stopping next to you as she’s finally followed.

“Hi,” he tells her. “You must be Sydney?”

She blinks as if he’s just brought her back down to Earth, and she glances at him. “Oh, hey,” she lets out. “Yeah, that’s me. San?”

He nods, and then he glances towards Yunho, who’s just sitting there staring at the three of you. “Should we sit?”

“Actually…” you let out. You hand your umbrella to San, taking off your coat and giving it to him too. “Can you hold this? I have to go to the bathroom.”

It’s all part of the plan. The cleverest thing you were able to come up with to get Sydney to sit next to Yunho. San nods, immediately understanding, and he grabs your stuff.

“Be quick, I think it’ll start soon.”

“I’ll come with you,” Sydney quickly says.

Fuck.

“Huh…” you trail off, looking at San as if he’s salvation.

“Well,” he says. “You can give your stuff to Yunho.” He moves towards your brother, handing him your coat and umbrella, and then he holds his hands out for Sydney to give him her umbrella and coat. “I’ll go get beers for us.”

Yunho just looks down at your coat and umbrella. “What do you want me to do with this?”

“My wallet is in there, so make sure no one steals my stuff,” you throw at your brother as Sydney hesitantly shrugs off her coat.

San’s already holding the umbrella, and he makes to give it to your brother, who simply points at the floor. 

“I’m not holding that,” Yunho says. “Just put it there.”

San doesn’t need to be told twice - he puts Sydney’s umbrella on the floor in front of the seat next to Yunho, and then grabs her coat as she hands it to him. He puts it on the seat, and then turns towards you.

“Let’s go.”

And so you make your way to the bathroom, Sydney in tow as San follows behind the two of you, claiming he also needs to go. You know he’s just trying to gain time, to make sure you’ll be back before him so that Sydney is forced to sit next to Yunho, and you reckon you’ll need to thank him for his genius.

Especially as it works, and the lights dim as San returns after you and Sydney have sat down, beers in hands.

“Sorry, had to take a call,” he lies, and he offers you a wink as he glances at Sydney and Yunho. “Here you go.”

Yunho grabs the beer San is handing him. “Thanks bro,” Yunho says as San sits next to you. 

“Don’t mention it.” 

The projector comes to life, the very beginning of the black and white movie showing on the screen. Silence fills the theatre, and you’re surprised when San nudges you.

“I got you this,” he says, pulling a lemonade from the front pocket of the sweater he’s wearing. “Since you don’t drink alcohol.”

Your gaze widens - you didn’t expect him to be this considerate, and your heart jumps in your chest.

“Oh?”

He smiles hesitantly as you just keep on staring at him. “Unless you don’t like lemonade either?”

You quickly grab the can, the condensation on it cooling your already cold fingers. “No, no, I love it,” you reassure him in a whisper. “I just didn’t expect you to get me anything.”

“I felt like it,” he says, shrugging as the stretch of his lips turns more confident. 

“Thank you.”

It’s all you have time to say before Sydney nudges you with an elbow. “Love you, but I think this is the time you’re supposed to shut up.”

You snort and then you raise the can of lemonade, showing it to Sydney. A silent conversation goes between the two of you - her gaze widens much like yours did earlier, and then she lets out a small knowing laugh.

You focus on the movie after that, trying to ignore the way you feel San leaning closer to you. Or maybe that’s just because his elbow is on the armrest between your seats, so close you could poke him with a finger if you only moved an inch.

But you don’t move. You remain still, focusing on the movie, getting lost in the story of love and in the transatlantic accents of the actors. It’s a good movie, and it finishes far sooner than you’d imagined it would.

“That was…” San trails off. You glance at him, and he’s slightly pouting, like he can’t find the right word. “Something.”

You snort. “Good or bad?”

His smile is easy, flirty, when he meets your gaze. “Good, because I got to watch it with you.”

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help your shy laugh. You don’t bother replying, turning your head towards Sydney and Yunho. They’re engaged in conversation, and though you can feel the awkwardness radiating off the both of them, you decide to let them be.

“I personally liked the movie,” you say, gazing back at San.

He purses his lips. “Thought you would. You do have that… hopeless romantic vibe to you.”

You’re almost offended. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll let you figure it out.” He winks at you, and you look up at the ceiling in annoyance, before glancing at Sydney as she nudges you with an elbow.

“Should we go?” she asks.

You notice your brother skulking beside her, and you figure their conversation didn’t go too well after all. “Well…” you trail off, and you point towards San with a thumb. “I’m going over to his to finish the report for our conspiracy class.”

Sydney blinks once, but you don’t miss the betrayal that passes in her gaze. “Ah.”

“Yun will walk you home!” you quickly say.

Her gaze widens like that’s the last thing she wants, but you only offer her an encouraging smile. “He’ll make sure you’re okay while I leave with this loser.”

“Excuse me?” San chimes behind you.

You elbow him in the ribs, and he lets out a small pained sound before sitting back in his chair. Sydney stifles a laugh at the sight, and then she nods. “Okay.” She glances at Yunho, sighing deeply, and then she nods again, repeating the two-syllable word. “Have fun.”

You notice San stood behind you, and you take it as a cue to get up too. “You two have fun too.”

Sydney clenches her jaw once, but then she offers a weak smile. You give her a thumbs-up, and then you’re bending down to grab your umbrella. You grab your coat as you straighten, following behind San as he walks out of the row. 

“Bye!” you say, waving at your brother and Sydney.

Yunho momentarily catches your gaze, eyebrows raised as if he’s afraid, and you just slightly widen your eyes, quickly glancing at Sydney. You hope he’ll get the message, and then you fall into step with San as he heads up the stairs. 

He turns right when he gets out, aiming for the recycling bin so that he can get rid of your empty drinks, and then he meets you again, glancing over your head to where you suppose he can still see your brother and Sydney.

“Think that will work?” he asks.

You wince, looking over your shoulder. They don’t look as awkward now, but you feel bad for letting them fend for themselves like that. “They’ll figure it out,” you say with a confidence you’re not sure you feel. “They have to.”

And you really hope they do, if only because you want them both to be happy.

“Sydney seems chill,” San comments. “I can see why your brother likes her.”

You wonder if it’s jealousy clenching your heart momentarily, but it’s gone too fast for you to interpret it.

“She’s the best,” you agree. “But she’s a little oblivious, and extremely hard-headed. I just hope she opens her eyes because…” You pause, searching for the right words. “They’d just be right for each other, you know?”

“Yeah, they would be.”

The way San says the words attracts your attention, and you meet his gaze, only to find the soft light that graces his irises. It steals your breath from your lungs, and your heart stutters in your chest as you hold his gaze.

There’s a silence as the moment stretches, the low buzz of conversation surrounding you fading to nothing. You’ve realized San seems to have that effect on you - it’s like he’s all you can see and frankly, you don’t mind it at all.

“Should we go?” he asks. 

It doesn’t ruin the moment. It fills it with an excited kind of apprehension, of hope in that evening you’ll get to spend with him - you’ve also shoved your toothbrush in the pocket of your coat in case you need it - and you can’t wait to get to his place.

“Let’s go.”

The rain has stopped outside by the time you finally leave, but the wind is just as vicious as earlier. You shiver despite being tucked in your coat, and you imagine San must be freezing in his sweater, but he doesn’t comment. The streetlights turn the city orange, the colour making San majestic - like he’s stepped out of some alternate, fiery universe. 

He catches you looking, offering you a quick smile, and you look away, your eyes trailing up in search of the moon. 

Unfortunately, she’s hidden behind a thick cover of clouds that smell like rain still, out of sight.

“Thank you for inviting me,” San says as you make your way towards his apartment. 

It’s a twenty minute walk, but you’d both agreed that you could make it instead of calling an Uber.

“Thank you for coming,” you reply, flashing him a quick smile. “I really hope it helps Syd and Yunho to figure their shit out.”

San nods. “Hopefully. And if not, we can always try to do something else.”

That could be a possibility - they’re both supposed to come to the wine and cheese on Friday, so you already have an opportunity coming up.

“But,” San adds. “Let’s not think about that right now. I’m confident tonight will work.”

You laugh, though it’s more of a giggle, nodding your head wisely. “Agreed.”

You hate how the dimples on his cheeks appear. They’re soft, far too soft for your vulnerable heart, and you immediately look away, focusing on the red lights you can see in the distance.

They turn green, and cars move forward, driving down the street next to campus.

“So,” San lets out. “We need to finish the project tonight.”

You do. You have to submit it by midnight on Wednesday, and you’d rather it be done by then. “Yeah. You think Byeol will help?”

San laughs. “I actually had time this weekend. It’s…”

“You did not,” you interrupt, and he chuckles again.

“I did. I’ll let you go through everything because you’re definitely better than me at writing the text, but I think we should be okay.”

“San!” you burst. “Why didn’t you wait for me?”

He looks at you sheepishly, his hands hidden in the front pocket of his sweater. “I just wanted to be able to spend some time with you tonight.”

You melt. You melt like ice cream in the warm summer sun, and you can’t even be mad at you. You don’t even think about the fact that you told him you were partners on the project, and that you couldn’t make things weird.

No, the second you meet his gaze again, you say, “Do you have anything special planned?”

His smirk is mischievous, and his eyes glint as he says, “You’ll see.”

*****

You’re out of breath.

Maybe it’s the fact you had to walk the stairs up to San’s apartment due to the elevator being out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been mysterious about what he’s planned, and you’ve never been good with surprises.

Or maybe it’s the sight of the little red bow he put around Byeol’s neck, making her look far too adorable.

Scratch that - it has to be the cake on the table, just waiting for you. 

“You did not bake another cake.”

San raises his shoulders in defense. “You seemed to like it the other day.”

“And the bow!” you say, raising Byeol.

She ran straight to you when you got in, and San helped you pick her up. She’s been purring softly since then like she’s turned into a small engine.

“I knew you’d like that.”

“She looks so distinguished,” you coo. “What a beautiful baby.”

Byeol only keeps on  purring, and you smile widely, meeting San’s gaze.

“She’s the best.”

You almost say he is. You don’t know why - the words have already taken shape in your throat when you swallow them away, eyes widening.

“What?” San lets out with a laugh.

You shrug, and you gently put Byeol down if only so that you look busy.

“Nothing.”

You scan San’s apartment as you straighten, avoiding his gaze like the plague. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he too scans the apartment, and it’s only then that you notice the lego set box on the couch.

Roses. San got the roses lego set.

“What’s that?” you say, motioning towards it.

His cheeks turn pink. His face turns fully pink, and you spy the way his throat bobs as he gulps. “I got you a gift? For your birthday.” His blush has deepened, and it looks out of place, so far from his usual cocky self that you feel whiplash. “I didn’t have a bag to put it in though, and I figured since I’m giving it to you now, it doesn’t matter? But, yeah, I saw it when I went shopping over the weekend with my mom and I just decided to get it for you.”

He was thinking about you over the weekend. Somehow, all that you register from his rant is that, and you softly smile, warmth erupting in your chest like a gentle volcano, its ashes leaving fertile ground behind.

You don’t know what’s going to grow yet, but something tells you that it’ll either have the power to build you, or to destroy you.

“San…” you say softly, barely over a whisper.

He falls silent, lips slightly parted as if he only realizes then that he’s been rambling. He offers you a sheepish smile, his blush still deep on his cheeks, and then says, “Happy birthday?”

“You didn’t have to.”

He wets his lips, shrugging. “I wanted to. I…” He chuckles, his gaze falling to the floor. “I just really wanted to.”

He’s kind. You’re not used to be on the receiving end of such kindness when it comes to the male gender, and all you can do is smile dumbly in front of him. 

You think your waterline grows wet, but you blink it away, glancing down at your shoes.

“So we’re doing it tonight?” you ask.

“Huh?”

You motion towards the couch as you bend down to unlace your shoes. “The Lego set. We’re doing it tonight?”

“If you want to!” he says. “I figured we could watch a movie too, but we just watched one, so it’s really up to you.”

“Let’s do the Lego set.” You step out of your sneakers, and then you walk in while San lingers by the door. You’d feel awkward as his heavy gaze remains on you, but Byeol steals the show as she jumps on the table.

Luckily enough, San pulled a plastic bowl over the cake, and she only slaps at it as if to tell you to take it off.

“Someone’s hungry.” You laugh, and the rustle of clothes behind you tells you that San is also taking off his shoes and walking in.

“I don’t know why but she’s obsessed with cake,” San says. “And it’s not even like I’m giving her any.”

“Like father, like daughter.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and then he walks around the island to head to the sink. You watch as he washes his hands, wiping them dry on a towel that’s hanging from the oven. 

“Do you want a glass of water?” he asks as he grabs a glass in the cupboard to the right of the oven.

You nod. “Please.”

He grabs another one, and you linger by the table as he fills the two glasses, before he sips from one as he hands you the other one.

“Thanks.”

He winks over the rim of his glass, and then he’s returning to the kitchen. “Would you like a piece of cake right now?” he asks as he rummages through another cupboard.

“Sure! We can have cake while I look over what you did,” you agree with a small smile.

He seems happy with your decision and that’s how, all of five minutes later, you find yourself sitting at his table, eating cake with his open laptop in front of you. He’s sitting next to you, close enough that you can feel the warmth from his body reaching for yours, and you try to ignore it, try to focus on the screen, but it’s hard.

Even harder still when all you can think about is that he planned a date for the two of you. 

Not that you’d ever dare call this a date.

“What do you think?” San asks as he takes a big bite of cake, his eyes searching your profile as if to attract your gaze.

You resist though, your eyes remaining on the laptop as you read the text he wrote. “Mmmh,” you let out as you suck on your spoon after having taken a bite. “There’s a couple of typos, but honestly, it’s not bad.”

You see San cringing from the corner of your eye. “Oof. Just tell me it’s shit.”

You throw him a no-bullshit look before pulling the laptop closer to you, so that you can start editing. “It’s not shit at all,” you reassure him. “It’s actually really good.”

He likes the compliment. You can tell by the way he shifts on his chair, taking another bite of cake while a smile tickles the corners of his lips. It’s endearing, and you can’t help your own smile as you refocus on the screen to take care of editing.

It doesn’t take too long. Ten minutes and a piece of cake later, you sit back in your chair, rereading the text for what seems to be the hundredth time. You find a couple of mistakes to fix at the beginning of it, but nothing too major, and soon enough, you declare yourself done, pushing the laptop towards San.

“Read it one last time, and let me know if it’s good for you.”

He nods, diving into the action immediately as you get up. He throws you a curious look while you motion towards a door you’ve only ever seen closed in his apartment.

“Is that the bathroom?” you ask.

“Yeah. You can go.”

You do so, coming back all of two minutes later to the sight of him opening the Lego box. You widen your gaze, and he gives a small chuckle, shrugging his shoulders.

“I finished reading,” he says, motioning to the now closed laptop on the table. “So figured I’d get this ready.”

“You liked the text?” you ask as you make your way back to the table.

“Yeah, I think it’s as good as it can get.” He glances at you, smiles softly, and then says, “I’ll submit it tomorrow, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course!” you agree. You sit next to him again, waiting patiently as he manages to get the box open, and he flips it over to empty its contents.

Numerous plastic bags filled with pieces of legos fall on the table, and you reach for the instruction manual that follows, flipping it to the first page.

“Do you have a vase?” you ask.

San’s mouth drops open. “Huh. I don’t know? Let me check.”

He gets up from the table, walking to the kitchen as you grab the first bag, tearing it open and safely spilling the Legos in front of you, making sure that none fall to their demise. Indeed, Byeol is sitting on the floor next to you, and you’re pretty sure she’d try to hunt for the fallen pieces.

“Well,” San lets out. “I do not have a vase, but I have a large glass. You think that’ll do?”

You turn around to see him holding a glass pitcher. The sight makes you snort, but you reckon it’ll work. “Yeah, that’s perfect.”

He smiles victoriously, and then he’s walking back to your side, sitting next to you. “Let’s go.”

And that’s how you find yourself building Legos along with San. Twenty minutes in, he leaves for his bedroom, coming back with a small black blue-tooth speaker that he turns on to put some music on. He settles on a playlist that’s called chill vibes, and indie music fills the space surrounding you.

It’s fun. Spending time with Choi San like this, like you’ve known him your whole life. You laugh with him, your cheeks hurting from the smile that refuses to leave your lips, and though you bicker with him on who’s the most efficient at building Legos, you can’t deny you make a great team.

Just like you make a good team when it comes to your project, after all.

“He did not do that!” you exclaim as San is telling you a story of how Wooyoung got so drunk at a party in the first year of college that he fell down the stairs in an escalator. 

San nods. “He sure did.”

Come to think of it, you remember hearing about this. About how a student fell in the escalator at the first wine and cheese, but you never realized that it was Wooyoung. 

“That must have been hilarious.” 

San chuckles. “Oh, it was. He spilled red wine all over his shirt. He’s lucky it was in a red solo cup and not in an actual glass.”

“Oof, yeah,” you agree. “At least he didn’t injure himself.”

You remember that first wine and cheese. It was crowded, lively, a live band playing in a corner at the beginning. It was just soft jazz at first, while everyone was having their first glasses of wine, and then a DJ had taken the place of the band, and the party had gone crazy. Even you, who hadn’t drank a single drop of alcohol all night, had felt energized by the music and the crowd, and you’d danced with Sydney all night.

She’d gone heavy on the wine, which was the only reason why she’d been dancing at all, or at least that’s what she claims now when you remind her about that night.

“Yeah.” San throws you a look as he takes a sip of the glass of water he refilled a few minutes ago. “Were you there?”

“Of course. Partied all night with Syd.”

He grins, dimples adorning his cheeks. “Why am I not surprised?”

Your brow creases, and you throw him a look. “Because I literally spend all my time with her?”

“Yeah, that must be why.”

You both burst out laughing, and then you go back to assembling the Lego set. Though it takes longer than you initially thought it would, a few moments later you find yourself gazing at the completed result, your eyes sparkling at the sight.

“It’s so pretty,” you murmur over the music.

Some Hope Tala is softly playing, and you meet San’s gaze only to find him already looking. “It is,” he whispers back.

He wets your lips, and you feel your cheeks burning, but it’s like the moment stretches. It stretches and stretches until your heart seems to stop in your chest, your eyes dropping to his mouth. And then you look up to his eyes again, widening your gaze - is he closer than he was before?

He is. He has to be, and you’re leaning in too, your heartbeat speeding in your chest like it’s trying to compete in a race.

“Byeol!” San yelps, turning his face to the side just in time to see Byeol slapping the Legos.

It fortunately only undoes one of the flowers, but it breaks the string of tension between you and San, leaving you feeling like you’re gasping for air yet unable to fill your lungs with oxygen.

“Sorry,” San apologizes as he fixes the rose. “I… didn’t notice her on the table.”

You shake your head, pulling at some skin on your lower lip. “Oh, no, don’t apologize. It’s okay.”

He nods, and then awkward silence rises, only interrupted by the soft chords of the beginning of a Cigarettes After Sex song. You listen to it, focusing on the lyrics.

We wanted to fuck with real love

Wanted it sweet, so pure and warm

Never only sleepin’ over

“This is a good song,” San declares, his words cutting through the awkwardness. “Do you like Cigarettes After Sex?”

You nod. “Went to see them in concert last summer,” you admit. “They’re amazing.”

“You did? I’m jealous.” There’s another beat of silence as the song moves to the chorus, and then, like he’s refusing for awkwardness to linger, San adds, “You like going to concerts?”

You tilt your head to the side, pursing your lips. “Yeah. Well, I mean, I haven’t gone to a lot of concerts, but I do.”

San’s eyes are sparkling when you meet his gaze. It strikes deep, and you inhale sharply as your heartbeat once again goes wild in your chest.

“Cute,” he whispers.

You frown, though the smile on your lips doesn’t disappear. “What?”

“You’re…” he trails off, and you don’t miss the way he slightly blushes. “You’re cute.”

You gulp, feeling shy under the scrutiny of his gaze. “Thank you, Choi San.”

He’s not what you expected. Or maybe he was that first time you hung out, the teasing and cockiness prominent. But now he’s soft, nice, a complete opposite to the man he was then. And you wonder, was the cockiness a mask, or is he just pretending now?

You can’t help but question his intentions. After all, San doesn’t have the best reputation, and it’s hard to reconcile the man sitting next to you to the one you’ve heard stories of. To the one who dates girls for a few weeks before ghosting them, breaking hearts all over campus.

Yes, he’s never dated anyone in your program, but Sydney told you about a girl in her class that was obsessed with San, claiming she loved him, only to be left heartbroken when he got bored of her.

So, though it’s true that you don’t think it’s a good idea to get involved with him because he’s your partner on the project, there’s also some sense of self-preservation trying to protect you from him.

But then he glances at your lips again, his own slightly parted, and you don’t think you’ll be able to resist. So you turn away, getting up from the table, leaving him hanging if only so that you can protect yourself.

“So,” you let out, taking a few steps towards the couch before you face San again. You don’t miss the disappointment lighting his features, but you pretend you don’t see it. “What should we do now?”

San clears his throat, getting up too to look at the time on the digital clock of the oven. “Well, it’s getting late,” he says. “Do you want to go home?”

Right. Though you do not have a class tomorrow morning, you still have to get home eventually.

“Are you kicking me out?”

“No!” His word is louder than you expected it to be, and you snort as he just stands there, clearly embarrassed at the outburst. “I don’t know why that was so loud, my bad.”

Mischief paints your features. “Maybe because you don’t want me to leave?” you tease.

You’re relieved when he bites. “Maybe I don’t, mmh?” He looks around, motioning at the lego set. “Wasn’t the gift proof of that?”

He’s going to drive you insane. You just know it - even though you barely know him, you know San’s impact in your life will be dramatic.

“I guess it was.”

He narrows his gaze, tsking. “And here I thought you’d be thankful for the gift.”

“Who said I’m not?” you ask as you shrug, tilting your head to the side.

He walks towards you, stopping in front of you. It only occurs to you then how much taller he is from so close, as you have to tilt your head back to be able to look into his eyes.

“No one,” he whispers. His gaze dips to your lips, and then he walks around you, plopping down on the couch. “Come here, if you really are that thankful.”

He’s patting the couch next to him, a smirk on his lips, and you chuckle at the sight. You do as he asked, sitting close enough for your thighs to brush. It makes you shiver in anticipation, and you eye San.

“Now what?”

You’re painfully aware that his gaze is dropping to your lips, and he frowns. “Now I’m going to pretend I don’t want to kiss you, and we can watch TV. Sound good?”

You don’t know why his words break through your restraints. But they do, your restraints flying through the window - who cares about protecting your heart when you want him, too? When his kindness and sweet words have been slowly working their way into your brain?

You can’t resist. No amount of good sense can stop you, and you grab San’s cheeks, planting your lips on his. He startles at first, like he was not expecting it, but then he kisses you back languidly, letting out a small, content sigh.

You expected the kiss to be intense, passionate, and though it starts as such, the atmosphere doesn’t call for it. Maybe it’s the music, or the kindness he’s proven himself to be the bearer of tonight. Or maybe it’s the way your heart suddenly settles in your chest, like it’s only been wanting to kiss him, and now is finally relieved that you’re doing it.

You don’t know what it is about Choi San. Don’t know if it’s the teasing, or your easy complicity. Don’t know if it’s the fact that he’s attractive, both inside and outside, or if it’s just because you haven’t been with anyone in a long time.

All that you know is that you couldn’t resist the kiss, like its gravity was pulling you in like that of a black hole. 

And now you’ve touched the horizon.

“San,” you breathe against his lips.

You think you hear him gulp, and then he says, “I thought you said we shouldn’t kiss.”

You peck his lips again, refusing to open your eyes just yet. “I…” You sigh, and then you pull away, eyes fluttering open. “I don’t know why I kissed you.”

His own eyelids remain tightly shut, and then he exhales deeply, opening his eyes. “Is that a good, or a bad thing?”

“Kiss me again,” you challenge him. “Maybe then I’ll know.”

You don’t have to ask twice. San dives in, pressing his lips on yours, and then he’s pulling you into his lap, his hands settling on your waist. Yours find leverage on his shoulders, and you move your lips against his, teasing him with your tongue. He meets your teasing with his own tongue, and you let out a breathy sound at the taste of him, and at the way this just feels right.

Maybe it isn’t. Maybe you’re not meant to be kissing Choi San tonight, yet you can’t resist. Or maybe it’s just that the story is meant to happen, written long before either of you were born.

And nothing trumps fate. So you kiss Choi San, you lose your hands in his soft hair as his caress your back. You become aware of the slowly growing bulge in his pants, but even that doesn’t turn the kiss into more.

It remains slow, deep, something that tames your heart until it syncs with his.

“You’re a good kisser,” San whispers when you pull away to breathe.

You chuckle lightly. “So are you.”

He smirks lazily, dimples appearing on his cheeks. And then he meets your gaze, falling serious. “Listen, I just want to say that I’m not going to fuck up the project.”

You gulp. “What do you mean?”

“You said we shouldn’t kiss the other day because of the project,” he reminds you, even though you already assumed that that was what he meant. “And I just want to promise to you that, no matter what happens between us, I won’t let it fuck up the project.”

“San…”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t know why. But ever since last Sunday, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I’d like to give it a try, but I don’t want to do anything if you don’t want to.”

He really is going to drive you insane, isn’t he?

“I can’t lie and say that I don’t want it,” you carefully say. “But can we… Can we just take things slow?”

He nods once. “Of course. I don’t want to rush into anything.” He lets out a small laugh, cocking his head to the side. “Though you did suck my dick last Sunday, and I’d argue that-”

You cut off his words by slapping his chest, and then you get off him as he bursts out laughing. It’s goofy, adorable, and it just makes you roll your eyes.

“I’ll head home then,” you say. “To make sure we don’t do anything stupid tonight.”

His laughter recedes, a pout replacing the smile on his lips. “That sucks.”

You roll your eyes, but your lips still curve upwards. “We’ll see each other in class tomorrow anyway.”

That brings his own smile back, and San gets up, following you to the door. You stop by the table to grab your purse, and then you pull out your phone from it to order an Uber.

“Also,” San says, and his cheeks turn red as you glance at him. “I wanted to ask if you want to go to the wine and cheese together?”

Your heart entirely stops in your chest. You feel like that’s commitment - people are bound to see you together if you go to such an event with him. You reckon ten minutes ago, before you kissed, his question would have made you anxious, but now it just makes you smile.

Because it just makes sense. It just makes sense for you and Choi San to go to the wine and cheese together.

“Yes, of course I want to.”

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gosh they are so sweet it hurts. i'm out here getting my heart broken while they are falling in love and goddamn i hate them a little for it haha what did you guys think of this one?

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[gyustarzzi]

ateez taking you on vacation

★ hongjoong

- Paris, France - takes you on an expensive date - will beg you to go on a night walk to see the beautiful lights, probably the most beautiful city you've ever seen - way too many photos for you to count - probably took a photo of you without you knowing and has it as his lock screen

" Isn't it beautiful tonight? "

☆ seonghwa

- Bora Bora, French Polynesia - the trip was originally for just the group but when he found out he could bring you along of course he couldn't say no - gets a two-bedroom premier beachfront villa estate (WHICH IS HUGE) - you guys go scuba diving and reef discovery with the other members - will dare you to do parasailing, which you both end up doing and let's just say it didn't end well. you get hit in the face by a bird

" I dare you to do the parasailing, if you do it then I'll do it "

★ yunho

- Rome, Italy - you guys go to a lot of historic tours through Rome (Colosseum, Roman Forum) and art-filled institutions (Vatican Museums, Galleria Borghese) - yunho takes way too many photos of you and him during your trip - you guys almost get lost in one of Roman's catacombs, but don't worry you guys get out soon...somehow - probably will go back next time you go on vacation

" Oh shit..I think we're lost Y/N '

☆ yeosang

- London, England - he probably would go back bc he loved the city so much - takes you everywhere and I mean EVERYWHERE (it's his only time to spend time with you all day) - can't stop fangirling over every photo you take of yourself - probably proposed to you at the top of The London Eye, if not then he would just kiss you

" Since you've been around I smile a lot more than I used to, and that's why I love you "

★ san

- Tokyo, Japan - goes to a lot of anime stores and buys way to much stuff - you guys not only go to Tokyo Disneyland but Tokyo Sea Lif Park!! - get to play with cats at Hogoneko Rafu Space and you guys end up adopting a ragdoll named mocha - not only do you get to spend time with San for a whole week, you also get to go home with a sweet kitty!

" She's perfect for us, let's adopt her! "

☆ mingi

- New Zealand - there are so many things to do in New Zealand so of course he would pick to go there - you guys would go to the glow worms cave, which you find so pretty but mingi is afraid they will fall on him (they won't) - you also get to take a tour around the Hobbiton movie set, mingi's treat - you do a lot of more fun stuff during the week you have together (Shotover River Extreme Jet Boat Ride in Queenstown, Waitomo Caves & Te Puia in Aucklund)

★ wooyoung

- New York City, United States - the members were on tour in america and one of their stops was new york city - you ended up flyng down there and surprising wooyoung at his hotel - you guys do a lot of sightseeing: the statue of liberty, summit one Vanderbilt, and you went on a cruise - at night you and the members would go out and have fun...maybe get drunk

" This view is amazing, it feels like I'm about to fall "

☆ jongho

- Sydney, Australia - you've always wanted to go to australia, so jongho decided to surprise you on your birthday - you spend a whole week there going shopping, sightseeing, playing in the water with jongho and having the best birthday ever (Darling Harbour, Queen Victoria Building, Sydney Opera House, etc.) - at the end of the week (your birthday) all the members, and your friends surprise you a birthday cake - you end up with the cake smashed into you face. wooyoung definitely didn't do it..

" You got a little something on your face "

[ateez-ana]

treasure film days

For those who have not seen the treasure film, the boys had to do individual challenges and group challenges to "find" the treasure

pt1 the challenge

The air crackled with nervous energy as the Ateez members gathered around a table in their Sydney hotel room. They had just received their 'Treasure Film' challenge sheets, a colorful array of tasks designed to test their courage, resourcefulness, and, of course, their comedic timing. It was their first time filming in Australia, and the vibrant energy of the city was infectious.

Ana, scanned the sheet, her brows furrowing. The tasks were a mix of daring and ridiculous, each matched to their individual personalities. San had to swim with sharks , Wooyoung had to ask a friend of her mom to give him food , and Mingi had to order some things in a pharmacy all by himself Ana’s eyes settled on hers: 'Skydive and take a selfie.'

Ana glanced at Hongjoong, their leader, who was carefully studying his own challenge, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He knew about her fear of heights, “Ana,” Hongjoong whispered, his voice laced with amusement, “You okay?” Ana swallowed, forcing a smile. “Just… thinking about it.” “I bet you’re going to be great,” he said, his voice laced with a reassuring confidence that calmed her a little.

A couple of hours later, the group gathered at the airfield, their nervous laughter echoing in the vast, open space. Hongjoong stood nearby, a watchful observer, a small smile playing on his lips as the cameramen began their preparations.

Ana sat at the edge of the runway, her heart pounding like a drum solo. The skydivers, clad in bright orange jumpsuits, seemed calm and collected, though their faces seemed to radiate a strange kind of madness.

“Ready, Ana?” the cameraman asked, his voice a little too chipper for the situation.

Ana’s knees trembled.

One by one, the skydivers climbed into the plane, their faces a mix of excitement and apprehension. When it was Ana’s turn, Hongjoong approached, his hand on her shoulder, his eyes twinkling.

“You got this,” he whispered, a reassuring squeeze before he stepped back.

Ana took a shaky breath as she climbed the ladder of the small plane, the cold wind whipping through her hair. The world shrunk beneath her as the plane ascended, the vast expanse of the land becoming a patchwork of greens and browns. Her stomach tightened, fear tightening its grip on her. This was crazy.

The wind hummed through the plane windows, and Ana, with her pale face and wet eyes, clung with all her might to the edges of the seat. Her heart was pounding like a maddened buffalo in her chest.

'Ana, are you ready?' The instructor's voice, a burly man with a smile too cheerful for the situation, echoed through the noise of the plane.

'No, no, no,' Ana let out a sob. 'Why are you doing me this? I pay you, I give you everything you want, but please don't make me jump. I'm not cut out for this kind of thing.'

'Don't worry, Ana. It's an incredible experience. Look at the view!' The instructor pushed her toward the open door of the plane.

Ana clung to the door for dear life, looking down in horror. The ground stretched like an endless chess board. Her stomach clenched as she saw the distance, and her legs began to tremble.

'I can't, I can't, I can't,' Ana whispered, tears threatening to overflow.

'What's wrong, Ana?' the instructor asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

'I'm afraid of heights,' Ana said, her voice shaking. 'I'm afraid of dying. I'm afraid of everything.'

'Don't worry, Ana. I'll be with you all the time. Come on, just a little jump!' The instructor pushed her lightly into the void.

'No! No! No!' Ana screamed, clinging to the instructor with a force that would have probably broken her bones.

'Ana, relax! It's just a jump!' The instructor, feeling a little uncomfortable with Ana's iron grip, tactfully tried to free himself from her. 'Besides, if you get off now, you can tell all your fans later,' he said with a wry smile.

Ana froze. His fans! The thought of the shame she would feel if her fans found out about her fear of heights filled her with a new terror, a terror even more intense than the fear of falling.

'It's okay,' Ana said, taking a deep breath. 'I'm going to do it, but… can you hold me tight and not let me fall?'

The instructor looked at her with a wry smile. 'Of course, Ana. I'm going to hold you very tight. Get ready for the adventure of your life!'

And with that, Ana, holding on to the instructor like a koala to a tree, launched herself into the void, screaming like a little girl. The wind whipped her face and the sound of her own scream echoed in her ears. Fear paralyzed her, but despite the terror, a small thought floated into her mind: at least her fear of heights would be a great story to tell her fans.

Ana took out her phone, her hands still trembling. She focused her lens on the breathtaking panorama and pressed the button, capturing the moment, the feeling of being alive, free, and conquering her fear. She had done it.

Back on the ground, she was greeted by laughter and cheers. The crew, the cameraman, the other Ateez members - even the skydiver who jumped with her – all seemed to be in on the joke, their faces lit by amusement.

“Ana!” Mingi cried, doubling over as he choked back a laugh. “Your face was priceless! Do you even realize how funny you were while falling?”

Even San, managed a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I knew you could do it, Uno,” he said, using his nickname for her.

Hongjoong just smiled, his eyes warmly admiring.

pt2

The air crackled with anticipation as Ana, Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Wooyoung stood in line at the concession stand, the smell of buttery popcorn and sugary soda filling their senses. This wasn't just any movie night; it was a challenge orchestrated by Hongjoong himself. He was dared to watch an entire English-language film without subtitles, a feat that seemed impossible considering his infamous sleepiness.

'I'm going to have to rely on the power of sheer will,' Hongjoong declared, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness as he surveyed the massive popcorn buckets. 'And this glorious sugary fuel.'

Wooyoung, ever the playful instigator, nudged him playfully. 'Don't worry, hyung. We'll all be your personal translators, even if they're just mumbled whispers in your ear.'

Yeosang, on the other hand, was surprisingly invested. He leaned towards the counter, his eyes scanning the menu with an almost academic curiosity. 'What kind of film did you choose, Hongjoong?'

'A classic,' Hongjoong said with a dramatic flourish. 'One that will truly test my limits.' He winked, 'Just wait till you see the trailer.'

The popcorn, a mountain of fluffy goodness, arrived, and they settled into their plush seats in the darkened theater. The crew had rented the entire space for their little experiment, a decision that felt both luxurious and strangely isolating. The lights dimmed, the opening credits rolled, and the story began to unfold.

The first few minutes were a blur of unfamiliar dialogues and foreign accents. Yet, Hongjoong, driven by his own challenge and an intrinsic need to prove himself, clung onto every spoken word, every dramatic inflection.

As the movie progressed, however, fatigue began to set in. His eyelids grew heavy, his head bobbing forward in an act of defiance against sleep. Around him, his friends succumbed one by one. Yeosang, with his usual quiet dignity, leaned against Wooyoung’s shoulder, his head resting against the soft fabric of his hoodie. Wooyoung, barely able to keep his eyes open, surrendered completely, his head drooping against the seatback, a slight snore escaping through his parted lips.

Ana, who had always been a light sleeper, managed to stay awake for a surprisingly long time, occasionally turning to Hongjoong with a concerned frown. But eventually, she too succumbed to sleep, softly snuggling up to Wooyoung, finding comfort in his warmth.

The rest of the film moved at a snail’s pace. Hongjoong, alone in a sea of slumbering faces, felt a mix of annoyance and pride. He’d lost count of how many times he’d had to fight the urge to close his eyes, to succumb to the comforting embrace of sleep. It was a mental battle, a testament to his determination. As the last image faded and the credits rolled, he finally let his head droop, defeated by the unrelenting fatigue.

He looked around at his friends, their faces peaceful in sleep. A gentle smile played on his lips as he observed Ana, curled up against Wooyoung like a sleepy kitten, Yeosang, comfortably slumped against Wooyoung’s side, and Wooyoung, fast asleep with a soft, rhythmic snore.

“Always the champions of sleep,” Hongjoong muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper. He knew that his friends would feel a pang of embarrassment once they woke up

pt3

Ana stared at the camera, perched precariously on a stack of books on San's desk. It was supposed to be a simple 'good morning' message for Atinys, but the simple act of greeting their fans seemed to be turning into a comedy show starring only Ana.

'Good morning, Atinys!' she started, her voice bright and bubbly. 'It’s a beautiful day outside...' She glanced at the window, a thin sheet of rain lashing against the glass. 'Okay, maybe not a *beautiful* day, but it's a day nonetheless!'

The camera caught the faintest twitch of San’s eyebrow as he sat on his bed, his headphones on, completely engrossed in his phone. San was good about respecting her space, mostly. But this lack of interaction was a little... unnerving. Especially when she could feel his eyes on her every few seconds.

'Anyways,' she carried on, 'I hope you all have a wonderful day, full of sunshine and... and... well, I don’t know, anything you enjoy? I’m still trying to find my own sunshine.'

She sighed dramatically, leaning on her hand. This felt less like a greeting and more like a therapy session.

“Oh, and remember to eat breakfast, and drink lots of water,' she continued, suddenly serious. 'And if you’re feeling down, just remember… you’re not alone.”

She paused for a beat, then added with a mischievous grin, “Not literally, but you know what I mean.”

San finally looked up from his phone, a barely-there smirk playing on his lips.

Ana, emboldened by his amusement, decided to up the ante.

“Speaking of feeling down,” she said, gazing directly into the camera, “I’m feeling a little… under the weather.” She let out a dramatic cough, followed by a cough so fake even a five-year-old would know it was staged.

San, unfortunately, was not a five-year-old. He snorted, a sound that was half-suppressed laughter, half-choked disbelief.

“Why are you so… theatrical?” he grumbled, still staring at his phone but a hint of a smile creeping onto his face.

Ana pretended not to hear him, continuing with her performance. She coughed again, with theatrical flair, then leaned forward like she was about to reveal a shocking secret.

“Actually,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper, “I think I’ve caught… the San-flu.”

San finally broke, throwing his head back and laughing. He was truly laughing, his shoulders shaking, a joyous sound that echoed through the room.

'I think you need to teach me some of your acting skills,' he said, his voice still tinged with amusement.

“I already did,” Ana replied, tilting her head with mock solemnity. 'That’s why you're always so dramatic.”

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'San, do you think this is cute?' She showed him the recording, a grimace plastered on her face.

San burst out laughing. 'No offense, Ana, but that was, well, how do I say this politely… not quite 'cute'?' he chuckled. 'More like 'caffeine-deprived-zombie-trying-to-awaken-a-sleeping-giant'.'

Ana groaned. 'This is hopeless.'

'Don't say that!' San encouraged, his eyes sparkling. 'Look, just be yourself, alright? We love you, cringy moments and all. Just imagine you're talking to your friends.'

Ana contemplated his advice. 'Okay, maybe I can do this.'

Taking a deep breath, she began recording again. 'Good morning, Atiny! It’s Ana,' she started, her voice sounding more natural this time. 'I hope you’re having a great day.' She decided to channel her inner San and added with a chuckle, 'If you’re not, then don’t worry, you’re not alone. We all have those days. And remember, you’re all amazing!'

As she finished the message, her eyes darted to the clock. Only ten minutes left until the group message deadline! She quickly moved on to the next part, trying to think of something cute and memorable.

'Okay, how about this…' she muttered to herself, placing a hand on her cheek, pretending to be shy. 'Good morning, Atiny! Today is going to be amazing, just like you!'

A loud, snorting cough from the living room made her jump. She peeked through the door to see San clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face.

'What?' Ana asked, bewildered.

“You're… you're channeling your inner-Mingi, dude!' San said between fits of laughter. 'Your facial expressions are priceless!'

Ana’s cheeks flushed red. 'Oh, no, I can't be caught dead trying to do a Mingi.'

San managed to compose himself, wiping his tears with a sleeve. “Okay, okay, how about this? Go for a simple, classic good morning. And maybe, just maybe… try a dance move? A little something for the fans.”

Desperate for a solution, Ana grabbed her phone and started scrolling through videos on TikTok.

'Oh! I got it!' she exclaimed, her eyes alight with an idea.

The camera started recording and she threw her hands in the air, mimicking a classic K-Pop move. But as she tried to execute the motion, her feet got tangled, and she stumbled, landing flat on the carpet.

A wave of laughter erupted from the living room. 'Ana!' San's voice rang out. 'Don't worry, I'm fine!' Ana called back, scrambling to her feet. “Just a little, uh, choreography malfunction.”

She decided to play it cool and finish the message, flashing a strained smile at the camera. “Okay, Atiny, I hope you have a wonderful day. See you soon, and always remember… you're all amazing!'

She uploaded the message and hurried to the living room, where the rest of ATEEZ were gathered, their faces a mix of amusement and concern.'You alright, Ana?' Yunho asked, his eyes filled with concern.'Yeah, just a few bumps in the road,' Ana replied, flashing a smile. 'But hey, at least it made San laugh.”San, wiping away a tear, nodded. 'Indeed. You know, Ana, for a girl who’s absolutely terrified of being cute… you’re a natural comedic genius.'

[mingkles]

Need Ateez to come to Australia ASAP so I can see Mingi's body rolls right in my face 🤗

I did in fact JUST see skz I'm Sydney. I'm training myself for ateez, man.

[kyosehaiji]

tagged by @tevinterspirit thank youuuuu casey!! 🥰💜

rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and add the first ten songs, then tag ten people.

if you feel like sharing your music please feel yourself tagged <3

[skz-kiana]

✧˚ · . KIANAS CLOSE IDOL FRIENDS PT.1

kpop oc’s

JULIET BAEK - ATEEZ / BAEJI

they know eachother from back in sydney! they were childhood friends along with chanlix 👁️. juliet actually left to korea in 2014, a year before kiana. juliet was one of kianas only friends that were actually a girl in school so she sort of formed an attachment to her so when she left she was really sad </33 . she trained hard with her trainer ,then did an audition for jyp and sm and got into jyp. chan, being the leader he is, got in contact with juliet again and arranged a meetup for aussie line and that’s how they got in contact again 💁‍♀️.

their relationship is very fun. they like messing around and causing chaos 🙈. but a lot of times they are also just calm, enjoying eachothers presence and making up for missed time. they have a lot of playful philosophical debates with eachother. sometimes when one of them have a comeback there’s a 87% chance that the other will be featured on one of their challenge videos. a iconic baeji moment is when kiana was doing a vlog for her birthday and when she went downstairs it was dark, and when she turned on the lights juliet was there waiting for her with a balloon in her hand and confetti in the other💔💔.

YUMI KANG - ENHYPEN / YUKIA

these two met backstage at an award show because their schedules overlapped. kiana was walking texting her members because she finally found a vending machine and she accidently bumped into yumi and made her drop her chips on the floor. they exchanged a lot of apologies (even tho it was kianas fault) and ended up talking more while kiana walked with her to buy yumi a new chip bag😭 when yumi checked the time on her phone they realized they had to get back to their seats and before she left kiana asked her to film a quick tik tok with her. they did and the staygenes loved it so she asked jungwon for yumis number and then boom!!🫡

their relationship are like siblings! kiana has that effect on most people that when they talk to her they get comfortable with her real quick because of her personality. yukia love doing tiktoks (most are for their private tiktoks). they have that kind of relationship where they act like they don’t care about eachother jokingly and tease eachother a lot, but when something happens they are quick to be at the others side and either comfort or defend them.

CECE YOON - NCT / CEWON

these two met on a very embarrassing accident 😭 cece was doing some dance practice to aespa’s next level. winter had previously texted kiana to come visit aespa while they were practicing then later they could go hang out or get lunch so of course kiana said yes. they didn’t specify a room #, they just said they’ll be just playing next level so kiana js went with it. but she accidentally went into the room cece was practicing in, she didn’t even knock or check to see who it was she just opened in there and shouted “did you miss me?!” and cece just stood there so confused while kiana looked embarassed. kiana started saying a bunch of sorrys and cece was just laughing and said it’s fine. they met again while kiana was leaving sm later , and had a talk then later exchanged numbers. every once in a while this moment gets brought up and kiana feels like crying😵‍💫😵‍💫

their relationship started off peaceful for the most part then slowly started getting more chaotic. its now to the point where when any of nct or skz sees them together they already wanna leave (love them tho 🫠) they always have fun when they are together and they also love their quiet peaceful moments <3 (happens once in a blue moon tho). nobody even knows how they manage to see eachother so much , but they are around eachother a lot. like baeji, they try to collab when one of them has a comeback.

IVY KANG - SOLOIST / JIVY

these two met around 2021! txt just had a comeback so they hosted a party and invited all their friends so obv kiana got invited !! when she got there she knew everyone (for the most part) but then she saw ivy and yeonjun and she’s like 😮😮 who’s this? (she didn’t know who exactly his gf was) so she goes up to them and asks who she is and yeonjun introduces ivy as his gf and she’s like Oh mY GOD. she quite literally dragged ivy away and they started talking and now they’re like this 🤞🏾🤞🏾. kiana is ivy’s biggest supporter fr. she’s also like one of those elementary students who found out someone’s dating and is all corny about it , constantly saying “ewww they’re holding hands.. too much pda for a couple like you😒😒” (she stopped after yeonjun hit her in the head infront of ivy 😶)

their relationship gives off sibling vibes sometimes, but more so of the loving ones and not the chaotic playful banter one. they will argue (as a joke) sometimes and start drama for fun but they really care about eachother <33 they really love matching with the other too, when you see them together it’ll be hard not to see something similar about what they’re wearing. whenever ivy goes, kiana will be there too (supporting her and being extra) MAMA? kiana is screaming louder than all the other idols. concert ? kiana will find a way.

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sorry this took so long omg😭😭 people featured are @ivy-diaries @mazeofyeni @ateezjuliet @i4juni

[bootyyhowl]

↳ ❝ [ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 ... ] ¡! ❞

⋆·˚ ༘ * YUKIMURA USAGI , better known as usagi yukimura or usagi, is a japanese-korean singer, actress, dancer and record producer solo artist under HYBE Lables.

BASICS..!

⋆·˚ birth name : yukimura usagi ( ユキムラ・ウサギ )

⋆·˚ korean name : yoon so-yeon ( 윤화영 )

⋆·˚ english name : violet yukimura

⋆·˚ nicknames : usa ( oo-sah ) , yeonie, vi, it girl, nation’s angel

⋆·˚ birth date : january 26, 2002

⋆·˚ birth place : kyoto, japan

⋆·˚ zodiac sign : aquarius

⋆·˚ chinese zodiac sign : horse

⋆·˚ nationality : japanese

⋆·˚ ethnicity : japanes, korean

⋆·˚ family : mother ( 1977 ) father ( 1976 - 2006 )

⋆·˚ languages : japanese, korean, english ( fluent ) spanish, mandarin ( semi-fluent )

BODY..!

⋆·˚ height : 157cm | 5’2ft

⋆·˚ blood type : O

⋆·˚ face claim : kang seulgi and mackenyu faces mixed together

CAREER INFO..!

⋆·˚ stage name(s) : Usagi, Usagi Yukimura

⋆·˚ agencies : big hit entertainment

⋆·˚ training period : 3 years and 11 months

⋆·˚ debut date : september 15, 2017

⋆·˚ occupations : singer, actress, dancer, record producer, lyricist, composer

⋆·˚ vocal claim : tone : seulgi ( red velvet ) talent : wendy ( red velvet )

⋆·˚ dance claim : momo ( twice )

⋆·˚ talking claim(s) : seulgi ( korean ) mei nagano ( japanese ) gemma ward ( english )

⋆·˚ fandom : valentine(s)

⋆·˚ representative emoji : 🐻‍❄️

MISC. INFO..!

⋆·˚ dramas : train to busan, all of us are dead, squid game, alice in borderland

⋆·˚ tv shows : one piece, avatar: the last airbender, stranger things, the umbrella academy

⋆·˚ movies : it, it: chapter two, enola holmes, enola holmes 2, inside out 2

⋆·˚ twitter : usagi.official / usagiswrld

⋆·˚ instagram : usagi_bighit / usagiswrld

⋆·˚ youtube : usagi_bighit / usagiswrld

MISC TRIVIA..!

her first role was as vinnie park in tv show stranger things

she was filming train to busan and stranger things at the same time

back in 2021, dispatch revealed that usagi and enhypen’s jake are in a relationship

her favorite anime is one piece so when oda asked her if she wanted to play a major role in the live action she said yes immediately!

her best friends from other groups include tzuyu, sana, mina and jihyo from twice, keeho and soul from p1h, all of enhypen, chaeryeong and yeji from itzy, seonghwa from ateez, and felix, jeongin, han and bang chan from skz

she was born in kyoto, japan and lived there for 8 years then moved to sydney, australia

people say her and mackenyu, a japanese actor look alike!

usagi revealed that the reason she wanted to become an idol because she saw girls’ generation’s gee music video when it first came out

in one piece live action she plays as roronoa momo, the journalist of the strawhat pirates

[pinkbrries]

#BASIC INFO

》 BIRTH NAME: park izabella (in hangul: 박이자벨라)

》 KOREAN NAME: park chaewon (in hangul: 박채원)

》 STAGE NAME: izabella / cherry

》 REASON OF HER NAME: from Sino-Korean 采 (chae) meaning “collect, gather, pluck” or 彩 (chae) meaning “colour” combined with 原 (won) meaning “source, origin, beginning”.

》 NICKNAMES: chae oppa | wonnie hyung | iza | ella | ellie | cherry | chae-lion | prince charming | ateez golden girl | chae-culator | 4th gen it girl

》 BIRTH DATE: dec 23, 1998

》 PLACE OF BIRTH: auckland, nz

》 ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn.

》 ETHNICITY: new zealand-korean

》 LANGUAGES: english (native), korean (fluent), japanese (fluent), french (conversational), mandarin (basic), thai (learning)

》 HEIGHT: 1.57 cm || 5’1

》 VOICE CLAIM (rap): yuhnway (soloist)

》 VOICE CLAIM (vocal): kim jung eun (loona)

》 FACE CLAIM: kim jung eun (loona)

》 EMOJI: 🦁 / 🍒

》 FAVORITE COLOR: pastel pink and pastel green

》 MBTI: ENTJ-A

》 ROLE MODELS: rosé (blackpink), cl (2ne1), bobby and hanbin (ikon), shinee, red velvet, twice, wonder girls, hyuna, cheetah, zico, iu, dynamicduo, queen, metallica.

》 POSITIONS: main rapper, main dancer, main vocal, visual.

》 INDIVIDUAL FANDOM NAME: cherries (because of her old stage name)

#CARRER

》 COMPANIES:

SM Entertainment (signed as an actress): 2012 - 2014

Starship Entertainment: 2014 - 2016

KQ Entertainment: 2016 - present

》 TRAINEE PERIOD: 6 years and a half.

》 PRE DEBUT & OTHER APPEARANCES:

actress for several commercials

drama: heirs

drama: reply 1994

drama: schoolgirl detectives

unpretty rapstar s3 (second runner-up)

show me the money s6 (second runner-up)

kq fellaz

good girl

immortal songs

amazing saturday

hello counselor

men on a mission

the show (mc along with juyeon and kim minkyu)

inkigayo (special mc along with minhyuk and jaehyun)

show me the money s9 (first runner-up)

kpop daebak

running man

drama: a love so beautiful (korean ver)

drama: our beloved summer

drama: blue birthday

high school rapper s4 (mentor along with simon dominic and loco)

》 DEBUT DATE: october 24, 2018

#BACKGROUND

Izabella was born in Auckland, New Zealand, on december 23, 1998 to a korean family, having two older sisters, one of them being Rosé from the popular kpop girl group Blackpink. At the age of five years old Izabella and her family moved to Melbourne, Australia; there, she started taking different classes since early age: jiu jitsu (even participating in national competitions), aerial and contemporary dance, she learned how to play the drums, the piano and the guitar, and even joined the church choir along with her sister Rosé.

In 2011, at age of 13 and influenced by her dad’s words, she attended an audition in Sydney, Australia for South Korean record label SM Entertainment, ranking at the top three among 1000 participants, and just some months after that, her sister Rosé signed with YG. They both dropped out of school and moved to South Korea with their mom.

At first, she was happy with being signed only as an actress and having small roles to start with her career, but then she realized that acting wasn’t her passion, and after two years, she parted with SM on good terms.

Some months after that, she got scouted by an agent of Starship Entertainment. Izabella even trained with the (now) monsta x members and even got contemplated to join the survival show “no mercy,” but she didn’t end up joining. In the winter of 2015, Izabella opens a soundcloud account and starts releasing her own songs under the stage name of “cherry,” her popularity starting to grow, even getting considered as one of the best underground rappers back then. In 2016, she decides on parting with Starship too on good terms.

Trying to not give up even after the circumstances and after seeing her older sister’s success, she joins “unpretty rapstar” in 2016 under the stage name of ‘cherry’, making it into the finals and ranking at 3rd place. Izabella gained a lot of popularity due this survival, even getting calls from companies that were interested on signing her. It’s in october 2016 that an agent from KQ Entertainment reaches out to her, and after convincing her on giving the company a chance, she officially becomes a trainee at the beginnings of november 2016.

A year later, she joins another survival show: “show me the money,” being part of zico’s and dean’s team, making it into the finals and finishing on 3rd place.

On october 24, 2018, Izabella made her official debut with Ateez.

#SIGNATURE

[atz-moon]

Moon's Phone

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*Disclaimer: Not all pictures match the described items/are fitting to the description

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[Phone, Case & Earphones]

Moon has an iPhone 13 pro in black, black headphones and black earphones. She has a clear black phone case with two pictures. One picture has been seen by Atiny before. It is a picture of her dog Hades. The other picture has always been covered on pictures or in videos. Either by Moon’s hand or by stickers. But the fans know that there is a picture since the outlines are seen.  

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{Icons / Layout}

Moon’s layout is simple. Moon had no motivation to do anything and said that Jieun ended up doing it in the end. It does fit her vibe a lot and it is dark, which helps when Moon is working late. She really likes it but likes to tease Jieun.

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[Lock- & Home screen]

Moon’s lock screen is a picture of Ateez in a stadium with the quote ‘Take me please out of the dark, take me home’. Her home screen is a picture from one of her trips to her hometown Sydney.  

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Disclaimer: All the pictures are from Pinterest and are not mine. Credit to the owners.

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[oddinary4bts]

Be With You | ch 1

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆pairing: Choi San x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: this one starts with a memorial service, childhood/high school friend of brother died in car accident, mentions of flat earthers and other conspiracies, mentions of alcohol, cursing, a school project, Byeol <3, oc's birthday, san is cute and cocky at the same time, explicit content: grinding, dirty talking, jerking off, oral sex (male receiving), mouth fucking, he comes in her mouth, big dick!San, oc is a brat hihi

☆word count: 12.9k

☆series masterpost

☆add yourself to the taglist here

☆a/n: chapter one is hereeee hope y'all enjoy <3 and the beginning of this one might be a lil hard to some of y'all, don't hesitate to reach out if you need to talk! Last but not least, thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you <3

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Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

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Sunday, September 22nd

You’ve been staring at a light ray for a couple of minutes, the serene ambiance of the church making you feel sleepy.

Or as sleepy as one can get during a memorial service.

Dust plays in the light ray, the stained glass colouring the light and dust in different hues of red, blue and yellow, with some green sprinkled into it. The priest is talking at the altar, relating a passage from the Bible that you don’t care to listen to, and all you can think about is the stupid project you have to do after this.

It’s not that you didn’t care about Nick - he was a friend through high school, but three years have passed since you graduated and last spoke to him. More than that, you’ve never been of the emotional kind, especially not in public. You cried when you got the news, but that was that.

Your brother shifts next to you, and you shoot him a look. He answers with a sad smile, and you pat his thigh, trying to offer him support.

Yunho was always closer to Nick. Maybe because they are both guys, and they were on the same hockey team for years. So, learning about Nick’s car crash hit him like a train, and he’s been a mess since you’ve learned. Luckily enough, your best friend Sydney has been here with you, and if there’s one thing that can cheer Yunho up, you know it’s her.

He’s been in love with her ever since he figured out what love was in middle school, after all. 

Sydney nudges you with an elbow, and you throw her a look next.

“You okay?” she mouths.

You nod but then motion towards Yunho. She leans forward just enough to catch sight of your brother, and a crease appears between Sydney’s eyebrows as she frowns. She then sits back, sighing, and you purse your lips before resuming your attention on the memorial service.

The rest of the ceremony passes in a blur of dust and amens and prayers, and then you’re walking out into the early fall evening, the rich scent of the forest surrounding the church hitting you head on.

Yunho walks with his head down, aimlessly kicking a rock, and you push Sydney towards him, knowing that she’ll be much better than you at cheering him up. She falls into step with him, hooking her arm with his, and Yunho throws her his “lovesick puppy” look that she never interprets.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he says.

“Of course,” Sydney answers back. “He was my friend too.”

You consider chiming in from behind with the same thing, but you let them have their moment, instead pulling your phone out of your purse. You’ve received a couple of text messages, most of them from the guy you’re doing your project with later.

[4:12 pm] San: still on for tonight? [4:39 pm] San: hello? [5:01 pm] San: please let me know [5:02 pm] San: cause if not i’ll plan something else😉

You roll your eyes, swiping up so the conversation opens, and you quickly fire back an answer.

[5:10 pm] You: chill, i was at a memorial service [5:10 pm] You: yes, we’re still on

You’re sitting on the back seat of Sydney’s car by the time San replies, and you sigh audibly as you read.

[5:14 pm] San: lol my condolences [5:15 pm] San: come to my place anytime

“What’s wrong?” Sydney says, and she glances at you in the rearview mirror.

“This dude is annoying,” you say, raising your phone. “And I’m fucking stuck with him for my populism and conspiracy culture class.”

“Not your flat-earthers class.”

You laugh. “Yeah.” You show her your phone. “And San is just this random, classic college fuckboy that the professor assigned as my partner.”

“Choi San?” Yunho lets out.

You frown. “You know him?”

Yunho glances at you over his shoulder. “Yeah, we’ve got friends in common.”

Your frown deepens. “You have friends?”

“Y/n!” Sydney chimes in, and you burst out laughing.

It wins you a smile from Yunho, and that most of all makes it worth it, if only so that he stops looking so devastated.

The rest of the ride is spent in easy conversation, though you all avoid the topic of Nick, the heaviness from the memorial service still lingering in the air. You text San to ask if you could meet at the library, but apparently it’s closed due to a water leakage.

When you get to the apartment, you follow behind Yunho with Sydney as he unlocks the front door, and then you climb up the stairs to the third level. Yunho opens the door, and you kick off your shoes the moment you’re in.

“You guys want to eat something?” you say to no one in particular.

Yunho shrugs, the grief clearly hitting him again, and you look at Sydney, before pointedly looking towards Yunho. Sydney gets the message, and she pulls Yunho to the living room while you head to the kitchen.

Though there are some pizza leftovers in the fridge from last night’s dinner - your birthday dinner, yet you don’t particularly like pizza - you decide to cook some mac’n’cheese for the three of you, seeking a meal you know always cheers Yunho up.

It takes you about fifteen minutes, but then you’re walking out of the kitchen with two bowls wafting steam, and Yunho meets your gaze as you stop in front of him and Sydney where they’re lounging on the couch.

Each on their own side, but you don’t miss the way Yunho is slightly leaning towards her.

“Eat this,” you tell your brother, shoving the bowl in his hands.

You hand the other to Sydney, who thanks you while Yunho just stares at the food. You narrow your gaze, tapping the top of his. “Eat, Yunho. You need the food.”

It’s like he snaps out of a daze, and he nods as he picks up the fork and takes a bite. You wait until he’s eaten a couple of them before heading back to the kitchen, where you grab your own bowl. You’re back in the living room in no time, and you sit on the floor with your back against the couch, eyes going to the TV.

“Are you guys really watching Love is Blind?” you ask, almost in disbelief.

Sydney laughs sheepishly. “I just thought it could be great to watch a dumb show for a little while.”

“I like the show,” Yunho deadpans, and you think of course he does.

Maybe it’s the hopeless romantic in him, but he’s indeed always liked dating shows. It’s something you and Sydney don’t relate to - there’s just so much human stupidity you can take before getting annoyed.

“You need to get better tastes in TV shows,” you fire back, and then you eat a spoonful of noodles.

“And you need to stop being a bitch.”

You glare at your brother over your shoulder, though you don’t miss the teasing glint in his eyes. You love to see it there, so you let the insult slide, instead focusing on eating and watching the show in comfortable silence.

You’re almost done with your food when your phone vibrates on the floor next to you, where you put it down when you sat. Your eyes slide to it to notice it’s San texting you again, and you keep your annoyance at bay as you pick up your phone.

[6:34 pm] San: are you going to be here soon?

You can’t help it - you sigh again, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Sydney.

“That guy again?” she asks.

You nod. “I don’t know why I said it was a good idea to do the project tonight,” you say.

Because of course you’d been the one to suggest it last Monday, though you hadn’t planned to have a memorial service today. 

Not that it’s something you can usually plan.

“I’m pretty sure he’d understand if you cancelled,” Sydney says. “It’s your birthday, and with what we were up to today…”

You shrug. “Ah, it’s fine. We celebrated my birthday yesterday.”

You did, and though you didn’t drink a single sip of alcohol, you still managed to have fun with your friends, Yunho even tagging along because you didn’t want to let him mope at home.

“Still,” Sydney insists.

You shrug again, and this time you don’t bother answering before texting San.

[6:36 pm] You: what’s your addy

You finish eating while waiting for his reply, and though part of you does find it strange that he wants you to meet at his apartment, you still call an Uber once you’ve put your bowl away in the sink, Sydney promising that she’ll do the dishes later.

“Do you want me to drive you there?” Sydney asks once you’re getting ready to leave.

You shake your head. “My Uber is already almost here, just stay here with Yunho.”

Yunho shoots her that same lovesick puppy look that she’s entirely blind too, and Sydney ignores it, as she always does.

“Do you need me to come pick you up?” she adds a heartbeat later

You shrug your shoulders. “Nah, I’ll just call an Uber again, don’t worry about it.”

Sydney narrows her gaze as she looks at you from where she’s standing by the kitchen, having followed you out after you put the dishes away. “Are you planning to not come home tonight?”

You snort. “No, I’m definitely coming home. But I want to get a lot of this project done, so feel free to head home before I come back.”

“I thought the plan was for me to stay over,” she says.

She’s right - you’d planned for her to stay after the memorial, though you’d then completely forgotten about your project when you’d planned so.

“True, true,” you let out as you put your shoes on. “Stay here then, and I’ll see you guys later.”

They echo the sentiment, and you finish getting ready, grabbing your school bag and making sure that the Uber is here.

“Don’t have too much fun,” Yunho teases as you get the confirmation that the Uber is downstairs, your hand already on the doorknob.

You cock an eyebrow. “I highly doubt that a project on the Illuminati will be a lot of fun, so I got that covered.”

Sydney chuckles. “I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

You don’t miss her wink, and you ignore it, rolling your eyes. “You guys don’t have too much fun without me!”

Yunho’s cheeks slightly tint with pink, and you don’t know how Sydney misses it. But then again she’s been oblivious to Yunho’s feelings for her ever since he started having them all those years ago.

A moment later, you’re sitting at the back of the Uber with your school bag next to you, and the car starts driving towards San’s apartment. You text him that you’re on your way, and then you look outside the window, enjoying the sunset and the gold that it paints the world with. The clouds up above are drenched golden, like they were dipped in liquid gold, and it’s a sight you’ve always loved - there’s beauty in endings like that of the day, or so you like to tell yourself.

You’re not quite sure there’s such beauty in the ending of a life like that of Nick, but you try not to think about it, not wanting to get emotional before you’re supposed to meet with San.

The clouds have turned to pink by the time the car drops you in front of San’s apartment, and you thank the driver as you grab your bag. You then get out of the car, moving towards the entry, though you stop out front to snap a quick picture of the sky that you send to Sydney.

You’re stopped at the second door of the building, this one locked despite the first one being unlocked. You eye the screen next to you - San lives in a fancier building than you first imagined. You search for his name on the screen, sighing in relief when you find it.

It rings for a few seconds, but then the door unlocks, and you walk in. You’re greeted by an older lady at the reception that nods at you, and you politely smile as you head to the elevator.

You press on the call button, and you scroll through your phone as you wait, stepping in as soon as the doors slide open. You click on the eighth floor, and the elevator shots upwards, coming to a halt quicker than you expected it would.

It takes you a minute to find San’s door, but then you’re standing in front of it, hesitating for a few seconds before you knock. You hear soft footsteps inside, and then the door unlocks, and San appears before your eyes.

The first thing you notice is the black tight-fitting athletic t-shirt he’s wearing - mostly because you’re almost at eye level with his chest. And the shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, so much so that you feel your cheeks burn as you look up to meet his gaze. He’s smirking, his eyes slightly crinkled at the corners, and his hair is unruly, a strand falling in front of his eyes even as he cards his hand through his hair.

“Hey,” he greets you with a smooth voice, and your eyes dip down just long enough to see that he’s wearing grey joggers.

“Hey,” you answer, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze, probably because your black dress pants and turtleneck combo does not match his look at all.

He’s the perfect picture of coziness, and here you are still in your memorial service outfit.

“Come in,” he says, and he steps aside so that you can walk in. 

You do so, and he softly shuts the door behind you, locking it and leaning against it. A second later he’s folding his arms on his chest, and you quickly look away from him.

“You have a nice apartment,” you say.

He does. It’s modern, with tall windows that currently show you the remnants of the sunset, and his living room is inviting, especially with the blanket abandoned on the large L-shaped couch. The kitchen is connected to the living room, and the island sports a marble counter that seems freshly cleaned, with some dishes peeking out of the sink.

There’s music playing, and you only understand why when you notice that the TV is currently on, the screen showing the pause menu of some videogame. A grey cat is sitting on a low table underneath the TV, its tail swishing from side to side as it looks at you with piercing blue eyes.

“Tha-” 

“You have a cat!” you let out excitedly, interrupting San. You immediately feel bad, but his soft laugh distracts you long enough for him to speak.

“I do,” he says, and then he’s walking towards the animal. He picks her up, walking back towards you, and you can’t help the smile that overtakes your lips when San stops next to you. “Meet Byeol.”

“Hi Byeol,” you coo, and you let the cat smell your hand before gently petting its head. “He’s adorable,” you say, and you meet San’s gaze before looking into the cat’s blue eyes again.

“She,” he corrects.

You wince. “Sorry for misgendering you,” you tell Byeol, patting her head. 

“She won’t forget.”

San’s teasing tone makes you narrow your gaze as you look up at him again. “Is that a threat?”

He chuckles, wetting his lips. “Maybe?”

Your throat feels dry, and all of a sudden, you understand San’s reputation - he isn’t one of the biggest fuckboys in your program for nothing. Indeed, there’s something effortless about his charm, about the way he glances down at your lips as if he knows he has an effect on you.

And he does. He fucking does, and it’s unexpected - you’ve barely ever spoken to him before except when the professor gave you the subject for your project, and he was clearly hungover then.

You clear your throat, taking off your shoes if only so then you don’t have to look him in the eye anymore. He puts the cat down, and then he’s walking back towards his couch, shooting you a look over his shoulder.

“You can grab the slippers by the door,” he tells you.

You glance at them, and you’re not surprised to see that he conveniently has smaller slippers, clearly for when he needs them for his… dates? 

Though you’re not sure he’s ever really gone on a date before. Not that you want to judge - he’s allowed to do whatever he wants to do, and it’s not like you haven’t had your share of adventures before.

If you can call them adventures.

You put the slippers on, and then you follow behind San, glancing to your left as you pass in front of an open door that leads to his bedroom. His bed is messy, black sheets in a bundle, and there’s an abandoned pair of socks on the floor. It’s boyish, yet it screams of comfort.

You push the thought away, shyly sitting on the edge of the couch while San gets comfortable under the blanket. He picks up a PS5 controller, and then he resumes his game of Elden Ring, as you can now see, his character riding a horse through the wilderness.

“Let me just finish this real quick,” San says, and you cock an eyebrow.

“Don’t we have a project to do?” There’s bite in your tone, and San’s eyes widen slightly before he bursts out laughing.

“Don’t get upset, I’ll be all yours in like two minutes.”

You don’t like the easy flirting in his words, so you don’t reply, busying yourself with getting your laptop out of your school bag and turning it on. Though it takes him a little more than two minutes, San soon follows your lead, turning off the game and the TV, then picking up his own laptop that was on the armrest of the couch next to you.

“So, what is this shit about?” he asks.

You snort. “This shit is about the Illuminati,” you answer.

“Sounds ominous,” he lets out. “What do you have on them?”

“The rich and elite are apparently part of them, or something of the sorts,” you say, tilting your head to the side as you scan the Wikipedia article you pulled up while San was finishing his quest, or whatever it is that he was doing in the game. “Some artists too.”

San peeks at your computer. “I don’t think Wikipedia is a good source.”

You side-eye him. “Just trying to figure out where to start is all.”

“Sure,” he lets out, and you don’t miss the teasing smile on his lips.

It’s strange - the teasing is familiar, easy, like you’ve been friends with him your whole life, and not only partners for a college project.

“You got a better idea?” you challenge him.

It’s like he was waiting for you to ask. He smiles, his eyes sparkling with male satisfaction, and then he opens a doc on his laptop, and your gaze widens as you see he’s already done a lot of research.

A lot more than you have, which amounts to absolutely none besides that Wikipedia article.

San shares what he’s found, and you help him reorganize it so that it makes more sense. He lets you do it, and it leads you to sit closer to him, your nose picking up the scent of the cologne he put on earlier today, or maybe yesterday evening.

He smells of something like whisky and vanilla, and though you’d never think the two scents would mix well, they do on him.

The sun is fully set once you finish going through everything that he already has, and you pull out the instruction for the first part of your project, which is a short report you have to submit by the end of September. 

“You hungry?” San asks as you’re trying to figure out the first sentence of the report.

“Huh?” you let out, your eyes begrudgingly leaving your computer screen to meet his gaze.

He’s closer than you thought he’d be, and you can’t help but notice the dimples on his cheeks. “I said, are you hungry?”

You purse your lips. “I ate before I came.”

“Weren’t you at some…” he trails off, motioning vaguely at your outfit.

He looks uncomfortable as you say, “At a memorial service?” He nods, and he seems even more uncomfortable when you add, “Yeah, I was.”

“There was food?”

This time you laugh - there’s something endearing about Choi San getting uncomfortable about something. The confidence he’d exuded earlier seems to have disappeared, and there’s a slight pout to his lips, like he’s wishing you wouldn’t be talking about that at all.

“I ate at home before coming here,” you explain. “But feel free to eat something.”

He seems relieved that you’ve maneuvered away from the topic of the memorial, and he shrugs his shoulders. “Nah, I can eat when you leave.”

“Does that mean you want me to go now?” you ask.

His gaze widens, his mouth falling open for a second. “Wait, no, what?”

You laugh at his bewildered expression. “You okay?”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, slightly shaking his head. “I’m actually starving. But you don’t have to go!”

“Well then, grab something to eat, I’ll just be here with Byeol.”

Byeol indeed has joined you on the couch, lying between you and San. You already like her - though you’re not usually around cats a lot, you just can’t help yourself.

“She’s supposed to be mad at you,” he reminds you.

You smile, and he looks down at your lips, a soft smile following on his own face. He seems to realize it quickly, and he shakes his head, putting his laptop away as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Does she look mad?” you tease, petting the cat. “She was lying closer to me this whole time.”

San chuckles, and you look away from him as he walks towards his kitchen. “You wish, Y/n.”

You don’t know why. But the way he says your name… 

You feel different, like no one’s ever said your name before.

“Calling me by my full name, I see,” you joke, as if trying to hide the vulnerability he’s ignited in you.

If it’s vulnerability, and not something else entirely. Something much more… unnecessary when it comes to a college project partner.

“What do you want me to call you?” He remains silent for a moment, but then adds, “I don’t even know you.”

“Ouch,” you let out, and you put your laptop down, effectively distracted by the conversation. You turn towards him, meeting his gaze. “We’ve had a lot of classes together.”

He smirks, eyebrows raising. “Have we?”

“We’re not going to that big of a college, you know that right?”

He turns away from you, grabbing something in the fridge. “I know,” he says over his shoulder. “I just think it’s funny that you remember seeing me in class when I don’t remember you.”

You roll your eyes, choosing to remain silent. You instead stretch, glancing at Byeol where she’s still sleeping next to you. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat anything?” San asks.

You get up, your slippers padding on the hardwood floor as you make your way towards the kitchen. “I had mac’n’cheese before.”

He tilts his head to the side. “Maybe just a snack?”

He grabs a plate, and you watch as he empties the Tupperware he’s holding. You’re not surprised to see it’s broccoli, rice and chicken - San seems like the kind of gym guy who only eats broccoli, rice and chicken, after all.

“Nah, I’m good,” you say as you stop on the other side of the island. “I ate a lot for my birthday yesterday and I think I’m still full.”

“Your birthday?” he says, stopping halfway through emptying his dish. “It was your birthday yesterday?”

You tilt your head to the side. “It’s my birthday today.”

There’s a short silence as he just stares at you. He looks dumbfounded, almost insulted, and you feel a little awkward standing there.

“You did not come here to do a school project on your birthday,” he eventually says.

Your cheeks burn. “I… did?”

“And you had the memorial on your birthday too?” When you don’t reply, only staring at him sheepishly, he puts his dish down. “That won’t do.”

He moves towards a cupboard, and you watch him, a confused crease between your eyebrows, as he pulls a box of vanilla cake mix from there.

“You’re lucky these are my guilty pleasures,” he says, showing you the box. “I’ll bake you a cake.”

“God, no,” you quickly say. “You don’t have to bake me a cake.”

He glares at you. “Just sit down and let me bake you a cake, okay?”

He’s determined, that much you can tell. “I feel bad,” you mutter, yet you do sit on a stool. “You really don’t have to bake a cake.”

He opens the box, shrugging his shoulders. “This is going to be a much better dinner than what I was planning to have anyway.”

You laugh softly. “Not too fond of the gym meal prep?”

“Who is?” he jokes. 

“Clearly not you.”

He laughs, and the sound makes you glance away, only to see Byeol trotting towards you. She rubs her head on your calves, and you bend down to scratch her.

“Your cat is obsessed with me,” you say.

San chuckles. “Hard to resist.”

Your cheeks burn, yet this time you choose to bite. Maybe because he’s baking you a cake, which is more than your ex has ever done for you.

“Am I now?” you tease, straightening.

A smirk tickles the corners of San’s lips while he busies himself with pouring the cake mix into a large bowl. “Maybe?”

You narrow your gaze, though you can’t help but snort. It turns San’s smirk into a smile, and you just look at it for a few seconds, hating how endearing he is right now.

It’s the dimples. It has to be the dimples.

“I didn’t even ask,” he says as he grabs butter from the fridge. “You do like vanilla cake, right?”

You nod. “It’s actually my favourite. Not that I eat a lot of cake but…”

He grins then, nodding once. “You and I are going to get along well.”

You match his grin, if only because you can’t resist. “Just because of the cat, though.”

He widens his gaze, and then bursts out laughing. “I’m wounded.”

You make a show of eyeing him up and down, which proves to be a mistake as your eyes inevitably get stuck on his chest, on the way his muscles stretch the fabric of his shirt almost to indecency.

“Where’s the wound?” you ask, trying to sound teasing, though you’re pretty sure he doesn’t miss the breathiness aspect of your voice.

“Maybe you’ll see it if you come closer.”

You wet your lips. “You wish.”

San tilts his head to the side before looking down, letting out a small laugh. He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you think he’ll let it go. But then he looks up, meets your gaze, and says, “So what if I do?”

It’s the way he looks at you. You feel seen, as if you were in a crowd before and suddenly everyone’s disappeared. It’s just you and him, and the air fills with electricity, your brain deciding to conjure up an image of what he would look like without that shirt on.

You feel bad, guilty, yet it makes you feel… alive. 

“You always flirt with girls like this?” you ask, cheeks burning.

He wets his lips. “Only the pretty ones that come see me on their birthday.”

You roll your eyes, slightly shaking your head. “I did not come to see you, Choi San. I’m here for the Illuminati project.”

He narrows his gaze. “And here I am baking you a cake.” He looks down at said cake - which right now is just a mixture of cake mix - and he scoffs lightly. “Maybe I should stop here.”

“And eat your plain, boring chicken?”

“I put spices on it!” he quickly says, and he makes a show of pushing the plate towards you. “I’m not that uncultured.”

You laugh, and the smile that blooms on his lips is like a flower in the spring sun, and you once again find yourself looking away, searching for his cat as if that will make you forget the dimples adorning San’s cheeks.

“Yet you want to eat cake instead?”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes, and then he’s popping his plate in the microwave. “I’ll eat both. Happy?”

He says it with a slight pout to his lips that just makes you laugh again. You can’t help it - you really feel like you know him, like you’ve known him your whole life. It’s easy complicity - understanding without having to say a word - and you bask in it.

If only to forget that you were indeed at a memorial on your birthday. At the memorial of someone just a year older, someone that should have had a long life stretched in front of them, yet lost it in a car crash.

“Okay,” San lets out a moment later, after he’s mixed eggs, milk and oil into the bowl. “I’ll put this in the oven-” His gaze widens. “I did not turn the oven on.”

You snort at his expression. “What an expert baker.”

This time when he laughs, his eyes close, his dimples flashing quickly. “You’re a pain in the ass.”

“I take offense,” you say as you lay a heart on your chest. 

He just slightly scrunches up his nose as he glares at you, and then he spins around to turn the oven on. A second later, he’s pulling his reheated plate from the microwave. He opens a drawer, grabbing a fork and then closing it with his hip. 

“I’ll eat while the oven heats up and then we can work on the project some more,” he suggests.

You nod your head. “Sounds good.”

He sits next to you, and you let him eat in peace as you scroll on your phone. He ends up doing the same, and he’s done eating by the time the oven blares through the apartment, letting you know that it’s warm enough.

San gets up, and you’re dumbly aware of the way his arm brushes yours as he does so. You pretend that it doesn’t have any effect on you, yet a shiver shoots along your arm, leaving goosebumps behind.

San pours the cake preparation into a metallic dish - not before rubbing butter on it to make sure the cake doesn’t stick - and then puts the cake in the oven. You look up from your phone to watch him do so, and he catches your gaze momentarily, flashing you an easy smile before grabbing the plate from his dinner. He leaves it in the sink, and then rests his hands on his hips.

“Time for work.”

You stretch, nodding as you hold a yawn in. “Let’s do this.”

San ends up grabbing your laptop and bringing it to you so that you can work at the counter. He sits next to you again - too close for comfort, yet you don’t tell him to move.

Maybe because you don’t want him to.

Working on the project is easy. It really doesn’t make any sense to you. It’s like the professor knew San and you would work well together. Indeed, by the time his timer lets you know that the cake should be ready, you’ve almost finished the introduction for the report, and San declares it enough work for the evening.

“We’re on a roll,” you say. “Shouldn’t we try to finish it all?”

San shrugs as he gets up, and he remains silent for a moment. He instead grabs oven mitts to pull the cake out. You watch him stab it with a butter knife and quickly pulling it out, confirming that the cake is indeed ready, and then he finally looks at you.

“It’s your birthday,” he states. “We’ve done enough work for today.”

“We have to wait for the cake to cool down before we can eat it anyway,” you say.

He smiles. “Good thing we can watch a movie, mmh?”

You’re not sure it’s a good idea, but you keep it to yourself. Maybe because he looks cute like this, soft in a way you wouldn’t be able to explain even if you had a gun to your temple, and you don’t want to disappoint him. 

“A movie?”

He nods, his smile widening. “Yes. Or a show. Or anything really. It’s your birthday, you choose.”

“Mmmh,” you let out, chuckling. “Can I watch you game?”

“You want to watch me game?” he asks, as if not sure he heard you right.

You nod, offering him a smile.

“Wouldn’t that be boring for you?”

“No!” you say. “I love watching people game.” You pause for a moment, and then you smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief. “If they don’t suck, that is.”

He sees it for the challenge that it is. “You really are a brat, mmh?”

His voice is low, face more serious than you expected it to be, and red slowly tints your cheeks as they burn from the sudden heat in his gaze.

“Am I?” you innocently reply.

He breaks out character to let out a laugh, and then he nods his head. “You definitely are. But you’re the birthday girl, so I’ll do my best to impress you.”

You like that he wants to impress you. Like that he tells you to sit on the couch and offers you his blanket. It faintly smells like him, like vanilla and whiskey, and it’s warm, soft like you imagine his skin to be. 

“Do you want a drink?” he says after he’s turned his TV and PS5 on, and the game loads. 

“I don’t drink,” you admit. “But thank you.”

He purses his lips, then glances at the TV. “I can mix you a virgin drink, you know?”

You watch as his character appears on the screen again. You’re surprised he doesn’t ask you why you don’t drink - it’s usually the first question everyone asks.

“You’re being too nice,” you say teasingly.

He smiles. “Just today,” he says, winking at you. “I’ll go back to my usual self when it’s not your birthday anymore.”

You glance at the time on your phone. “You’re telling me I just have two hours and a half left?”

San shrugs, getting up from the couch. He hands you the controller, and you cock an eyebrow in question before grabbing in. He walks to the kitchen then, and you only understand what he’s doing when he grabs a large plate from a cupboard to put the cake on it. 

Once the cake has safely made it to the plate, San walks back towards you, laughing at your expression.

“What?” he says. 

“Why did you give me this?” you ask, waving the controller around slightly. “I don’t know how to play.”

“I can show you,” he suggests. “In the two and a half hours we have left.”

You smile and you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your lips before the corners of his lift upwards too. 

“I really do want to watch you, though.”

He nods. “Then give me this.”

You do, handing him the controller back, and then he plops down on the couch next to you. He’s close enough for his arm to brush you again, and you slightly lean into the touch, if only because his gravity is pulling you in.

“So,” he lets out, and then he starts showing you the controls. 

It takes longer than you’d imagined it would, yet it’s easy, comfortable. There’s some sort of coziness to the moment, of easy familiarity you indulge in, and he ends up letting you ride a horse for a while. It’s fun, though you eventually fall from a cliff, which just earns you a fit of laughter from him as you profusely apologize.

“Don’t worry, I saved before,” he tells you, flashing you his dimpled smile. “You still want to play?” 

You sheepishly lean back into the couch, dropping the controller on his thighs. “You’re a lot better at this than I am.”

He chuckles. “You’ll get better in time, I’m sure.”

You highly doubt - you don’t have a PS5 at home, and you don’t think you’ll come back here anytime soon. Not that San is not good company - he definitely is, but you don’t want to get too close.

Not when you know his reputation, and when you have a semester-long project to do with him. 

San plays for a while longer, long enough for your eyelids to grow heavy. He doesn’t comment, but you’re sure he’s noticed the way you’re slowly sinking into the couch, the whole day and its exhaustion catching up to you despite you trying to focus on the screen. You end up dozing off, your head on his shoulder - when did it end up there? - only to wake up some time later as he gently shakes you.

“Hey, sleepy head,” he says as you open your eyes. 

You look up, meeting his gaze, and the world feels like it’s slowing to a halt. Like it’s pausing for you and him, to give you a moment to just admire his features from up close. To admire the way his eyes are soft, shining from within, and the way just a few inches separates you from those pretty, pink lips of his.

You’re struck dumb. Struck silent, struck with your eyes slowly widening, and you refuse to voice the tension that arises in your whole body. Refuse to give in to it, to even think about it. Instead, you straighten, stretching your arms. 

“Shit, my bad,” you apologize.

He laughs cutely. “Don’t worry about it. You looked like you needed it.”

Did you? You did, and your heart warms inevitably - of course he’d notice.

“And, you woke up just in time for us to put the icing on the cake,” he says, eyes sparkling still.

“Right.” You yawn, and then snort. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

“Hey, it’s totally okay.” He glances at the TV - he’s paused the game, and the music is low, yet it sounds like he was in an important spot. “Besides, we only have less than an hour left to your birthday. Gotta make the best of it.”

You grab your phone, surprised that so much time has passed, yet he’s right - it’s 11:33 pm, and only twenty seven minutes lie between you and the next day.

“Before you get mean,” you tease, reminiscing about your earlier conversation.

He chuckles, though his gaze narrows. “What makes you think that I’m normally mean?”

You make a show of pondering, tapping your chin with a finger. “Maybe because you don’t remember me from all of the classes we’ve had together?”

At that he laughs, shaking his head. “You really are insufferable. Maybe I was just too busy paying attention to the class, mmh?”

“Or too busy chatting up all the pretty girls, right?”

He rolls his eyes, his lips curving upwards. “Only the pretty girls,” he says, giving in to your teasing. 

“I’m glad I make the cut, then,” you proudly say.

Byeol jumps on the couch between the two of you, and San pets her as she climbs on his lap. “What makes you think you’ve made the cut?”

Your mouth falls open, yet you don’t find any snarky comeback. All you do is watch him as he bursts out laughing, and you soon follow him.

“I thought you were supposed to get mean after my birthday was over,” you say with a pout when your laughter recedes.

He shrugs. “Just giving you a taste of it in advance.”

You like this. Like the teasing, the strange familiarity. The way that you put the icing on the cake together, talking about everything and nothing while San fights Byeol to make sure she doesn’t touch the cake. It’s domestic - a scene straight out of a romance movie. You want to hold onto it, but it feels like it’s slipping through your fingers.

Or maybe it’s just that the emotions you’ve suppressed the whole day are slowly creeping back in, nostalgia clinging to your heart like a second skin.

“There you go!” San exclaims once you’ve finally finished icing the cake. “Shit, Byeol!” He quickly picks up the cat, holding her at eye level. “Stop acting feral, we have a guest over.”

She doesn’t move for a time, like she’s waiting for the perfect comedic timing, and then she lets out a long meowl that makes you snort.

“I think she’s saying that she wants cake too.”

San shakes his head no, tutting. “She’s insufferable.”

You laugh, totally agreeing with him, and then you watch him as he walks to the couch, putting her down on the blanket.

“You stay there,” he scolds her, a fist on a hip while he’s threatening her with one finger. The scene is adorable, and you’re smiling wide when he turns back towards you.

He immediately grins and that, most of all, pushes the shadows back to the recess of your mind, shedding light on the day.

“Should we eat now?” you ask.

“Hell yeah,” San answers enthusiastically as he walks back towards you. “Just grab a plate and cut yourself a piece.”

You nod, and then you do as he says, grabbing one of the small dessert plates he’s already put on the counter. Soon enough you have a large piece of cake on the plate, and you hand it to San.

“For you,” you say.

His gaze slightly widens, and he lets out a small chuckle. “No, no, take it for yourself, I can cut myself a piece.”

You narrow your gaze, plate still extended towards him. He snorts, but he does grab the plate. “Good,” you let out. “That was too big for me anyway.”

You grab a piece for yourself, and then you walk around the counter so that you can sit next to him. Byeol thankfully has chosen to stay on the couch, and you can focus on enjoying the cake without having to watch her, sharing a light conversation with San.

“Yeah, I came here when I was in middle school,” San is telling you. “I grew up in Namhae.”

You don’t know a lot about Korea, even though your grandparents originate from there. So all you do is furrow your brows. “Namhae?”

“It’s in South Korea,” he explains.

You roll your eyes, though the shit-eating grin on his lips is all worth the teasing. “I know that,” you say. “I meant I don’t know where it is in Korea.”

“In the south.” He chuckles, and then he takes the last bite of his cake. Silence surrounds you while he chews and swallows, and then he adds, “It was a cultural shock when I got here, honestly.”

You can imagine.

“You seem to have adapted well.” You vaguely motion around you. “Look where you are now.”

That earns you a sweet dimpled smile. “I did. Not at the beginning though.”

You exchange a laugh, and then you finish eating your cake, the atmosphere comfortable despite the momentary silence.

“What about you, though?” San asks once you’re done eating. “Where did you grow up?”

You tell him about growing up outside of the city - about the school yard that led to a field where flowers grew in the summer, attracting all manner of bugs. You tell him about the small park where you and Sydney used to go because it had the best swings. You tell him about Yunho, and San listens with a small smile on his lips, like he doesn’t mind listening to you blabbering on and on about things that don’t really matter anymore.

“Annnd,” you say after a moment. “That’s pretty much it.”

“Loved the details,” he says, and you can’t resist. You punch him in the shoulder, and he bursts out laughing. He rubs at the spot, adding, “I’m just teasing you.”

“Of course you are,” you mumble, cheeks burning. “Sorry about that.”

He slightly frowns. “About what?”

“Mmh,” you hum, shrugging. “About dumping my whole backstory on you like that.”

“Hey, no, don’t apologize.” He fully faces you, tilting his head to the side. “I did love listening to you. You’re really cute when you tell a story.”

It hits you deep. Right to your core, and it seems he didn’t mean to compliment you. Indeed, his cheeks turn pink, and you reckon maybe this moment is surprising him just as much as it’s surprising you.

“Oh,” you let out. You chuckle awkwardly, your whole face burning. “Thank you.”

He wets his lips, nodding once, and then he straightens before getting up. “Liked your cake?” he asks.

“I did,” you say. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he says as he grabs your plates to go rinse them off in the sink. “Happy birthday, Y/n.”

You smile softly, heart too warm for your own good. “Thank you. Even if I feel like I’m just repeating myself now.”

He laughs at that, and it eases the tension that had filled the room. It returns to the teasing familiarity that you’ve been growing accustomed to, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It’s because I’m the best,” he teases. “Of course you have to thank me.”

You snort, looking up at the ceiling. “Here we go again.”

He laughs at that, and then he glances at the time. “Birthday’s over though.”

It is - it’s ten past midnight, and you reckon you probably should head home. You have a nine am class tomorrow after all.

“What a shame,” you dramatically say. “I was getting used to it.”

“You’re greedy, aren’t you?”

You’re not sure what he means, but it’s said with that same teasing tone, and all you can do is chuckle as you nod. “Maybe I am.”

There’s a silence while you just share a look, yet you’re too much of a coward to hold his gaze, your eyes dropping to the counter. You know you should be leaving, yet you can’t bring yourself to say it.

Not when you know the shadows and emotions from earlier are just a second away from circling back to you, and you don’t want the vulnerability just yet.

“When should we meet again to work on the project?” you ask.

He purses his lips. “I think I’m free on Wednesday. And the library should be open then if you’d rather go there.”

You glance at Byeol, who’s now curled up on the couch, fast asleep on the blanket where San put her down. “When would I see her again?”

It’s said with a small pout, and you’re painfully aware of the way San looks at it before he replies. “You can always come over.”

There’s more to his words, a truth left hanging, and he looks at you as if waiting to see if you’ll catch. And you don’t know if you should. Really don’t think it’s a good idea to get involved with San, but there’s something in the air. 

There’s been something in the air all day, be it quiet grief and nostalgia and the realization that life comes to an end one day.

You don’t want to have any regrets later on.

“Can I…” you trail off, and you feel the blush creeping on your cheeks. “Can I stay a little longer?”

You tell yourself that you need it, that you need to feel alive for a little while longer. And perhaps that’s just what San’s been doing - acting as a reminder that there’s life, and that despite the grief you know your brother is going through, life always ends up shining.

You think San understands. You’re pretty sure he does - he nods, walking back to the living room and plopping down on the couch.

“Come here, let’s watch a show.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. You get up, immediately making your way towards him. You’re forced to sit even closer than before if only so that you don’t disrupt Byeol’s peaceful slumber, and San takes it in stride, raising an arm to wrap it around your shoulder.

“Is that okay?” he asks.

As if he needs your permission.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He smiles, and then he grabs the TV remote. He maneuvers to HDMI 1, and then he opens Netflix. He hands you the remote then, letting you choose what to watch. You settle on The Office, seeking the comfort of a show you’ve watched a hundred times before already, and then you give him the remote back, offering him a sheepish smile.

“I hope you don’t mind watching this.”

“Not at all.” He leans his head back into the couch, and his arm tightens around you. “I’ve actually watched it before, though.”

“Who hasn’t?”

He chuckles as the episode starts. “I wonder what makes this show so famous,” San ponders. “I feel like it should be offensive.”

“I think that’s what people like?” you say like a question. “And Steve Carrey is hilarious.”

“That he is,” San agrees. “The show wasn’t the same after he left.”

It wasn’t at all, and you love that San agrees. Love that you end up talking for the whole episode, barely even paying attention to it. It’s just so easy - it flows naturally, like the river to the sea, and you’re surprised when the credits roll in, and you don’t think you’ve heard a single thing in the whole episode.

“Shit,” you let out. “We really can’t shut up, can we?”

That makes San laugh, a cute laugh full of dimples on his cheeks and smile lines around his eyes. It makes you look at him, like you’re proud you’re the one making him smile. He meets your gaze, and there’s a moment of silence as his laughter recedes, his gaze finding yours.

You think his eyes soften. You’re convinced they do, and then you’re leaning forward, pressing your lips on his.

Electricity shoots through your bloodstream, and if San is surprised, he doesn’t let it show. He kisses you back, his lips just as soft as you imagined they would be, and he cups your cheek before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You sigh into the kiss, sigh into the life that it creates inside of you - the warmth, the sun, beauty like that of lingering summer, of a sunset painting clouds in gold and pink and everything in between. 

There can’t be shadows when the sun shines like this.

You tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss. San follows your lead, his tongue teasing your lower lip, and you let him in. Taste him, tease his tongue with yours. His arm around your shoulder pulls you in closer as one of your hands lands on his thigh, and then you reach a little higher, putting it on his stomach instead.

His abs are rock hard under your palm, and you sigh appreciatively.

The kiss lasts for its small eternity, your thoughts scattering like dust in the wind as San’s hand gently grabs your wrist to pull you on top of him. You don’t resist, and you reckon you were expecting it.

Expecting to find yourself perched on the bulge in his pants, and this time your sigh turns breathy, more like a moan than anything.

It unleashes something in the two of you. San’s hands find your waist, and he makes you grind on him while yours cradle his face before moving to the back of his head, keeping him from pulling away.

You feel warm, hot, and nothing else matters than the way he sucks on your lower lip, slightly biting at it.

“Shit,” you curse against his lips.

He immediately leans away from the kiss, fighting against your grip before you loosen it. “Everything okay?” he asks.

He’s breathless. He’s breathless, his chest rapidly going up and down, and you struggle to get oxygen in your lungs again as you sit there, his dick pushing against you despite the fabric between you.

“Yeah,” you let out. “I…” you trail off, unable to break eye contact despite the redness flushing your cheeks. “Do you want to… to stop?”

You don’t know why you’re stuttering, why you’re feeling shy all of a sudden. He’s hardly your first, yet it feels different.

Perhaps because of the whole circumstances surrounding this moment in time.

“If you want to,” he murmurs. He takes a deep breath. “I’m down to keep going, but I’m aware it might be weird for you considering…”

You silence him with another languid kiss, and his grip tightens on your waist. You grind into him again, and he grunts, his dick twitching in his pants. And even though you want more, you can’t bring yourself to disconnect from his lips. Not when he kisses you so damn well, every swipe of his tongue emptying your brain until there’s just you and him and that whiskey and vanilla scent of his.

It smells of sweet addiction, and for tonight, you want to revel in it. Want to feel alive, want to remind yourself that you are alive.

Maybe that’s why you pull away, breathing raggedly, to ask, “Can I suck your dick?”

San gulps. “Shouldn’t I be the one pleasing you?” 

You furrow your brows, wetting your lips. “Why do you think sucking your dick won’t please me?”

This time he wets his lips, and a smirk slowly takes over his features. “You want it that bad?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, instead leaning forward to capture your lips into another embrace, and you roll your hips. He grunts, pulling away. “By all means,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You bite at your lower lip, circling your hips one last time, just so that you can see the way his mouth falls open, a pleasured frown taking over his face. And it feels good, far too good, as his dick rubs on your core, on your clit, shooting lightning along your nerves.

Once you’ve had enough, you pull away, kneeling on the floor between his legs. You run your hands along his thighs, appreciating the strength of them, while he just watches you through half-lidded eyes, his chest still moving fast as he keeps on breathing raggedly. Your eyes hold his gaze for a few more seconds before they drop to the imprint of his dick, and you gulp.

He’s big. That much you can tell despite the clothing, and when you run a hand along his length, you know he’ll hurt your jaw. Yet the way he arches when you touch him makes you want to please him, makes you want to hear the kind of sounds he’ll make when you’ll be choking on him, and you know you won’t stop.

“Can I take your pants off?” you ask, your eyes trailing back to his face.

“Let me help.”

He bends down, immediately pulling his pants off, though he leaves his boxers on. They’re tight, revealing even more of his dick, and you run your hand on his length again when his sweatpants are finally off.

“You took a shower today?” you ask as you crawl a little closer.

“Huh?” he lets out.

You cock an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side as you wait for an answer.

“Yeah,” he adds. “Yeah, I took a shower after the gym.”

You wet your lips. “Good boy.”

And then you bend forward, licking at his tip through the fabric of his boxers. You taste the salty precum that’s already stained the fabric, and you immediately want more. So you pull his boxers down enough to free his dick before wrapping a hand around his base.

His dick sits heavy in your hand, and it’s flushed with arousal, darker than the rest of his body. The head is stained red, looking ready to explode, and veins run up and down his dick, inviting your tongue. Most of all, he really is large despite not being too long, and you lose some of your confidence.

How are you even supposed to fit him in your mouth?

“Shit,” you let out.

“Mmmh?”

You meet his gaze for a few seconds before looking down at his dick. Before you reply, you slowly stroke him up and down, your tongue teasing his slit once.

“You’re so big,” you praise.

“Yeah?” He pushes your hair away from your face, holding it in a makeshift ponytail. “Don’t worry, baby. You can take it.”

It undoes you. It’s the way he says the word, with so much praise, yet so much barely concealed lust.

You want to please this man, and you won’t stop until he’s had his fill of your mouth.

You lean forward, swirling your tongue around the tip of his dick while holding eye contact. He doesn’t blink, only grunts lowly, his mouth falling open when you flatten your tongue and tap his dick on it.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath.

“How do you like it?” you ask, and you spit on his dick, using your saliva as lube so that you can jerk him off faster.

“I like it in your mouth,” he says. “Be nice for me, yeah?”

You tilt your head to the side, smirking. “Or what?”

You suck on his tip once, and his hips lift from the couch, seeking for more friction, yet you don’t grant it to him.

“You’re such a fucking brat.” It’s whiny, but the way his dick twitches in your hand tells you he likes it.

You tease his frenulum with your tongue. “Am I?”

His lips stretch in a thin line as he holds your gaze, and he curses, looking away. “Thought you wanted to suck my dick.”

“Oh, I definitely do,” you say. 

You dive in, wrapping your lips around him, taking as much of him in as you possibly can. But then you pull all the way out, stroking him fast instead, and San grunts in frustration.

“What are you trying to do?” he asks, and he lets out a small moan as you take him in your mouth again, sucking on his tip as your tongue teases his shaft.

You think the moan rewires your brain. Because it unleashes you, and you start bobbing your head up and down, your hand following the motion, and soon San starts guiding your head, his hips moving up to meet you.

It’s no wonder you choke on him, and he lets you pull out just long enough for you to take a breath, and then you’re back on his dick, sloppily sucking him dry. You’re drooling, his taste inebriating, and you feel it on the back of your hand, dripping down to his balls. 

It’s only when you get that thought that you pull away so that you can lick down his dick, pressing a kiss on one of his balls. He fucks into your hand, moaning again, and you look up to see that he’s thrown his head back on the couch, the tall column of his neck the only thing visible from where you’re kneeling between his legs.

“Do you want me to suck on your balls too?” you ask.

“Fuck, Y/n,” is all he answers, and so you lick a large stripe between his balls, more tentative than anything else. That snaps him back to reality and he leans forward, cursing loudly. “Just…” He takes a deep breath. “Just be careful, they’re really sensitive.”

You nod, and you gently lick at them this time, before going back up his shaft to swirl your tongue around his tip.

And then you sit back on your heels and ask, “Do you want to fuck my mouth?”

He wets his lips. “I kind of just want to fuck you.”

You shake your head no, sucking on his tip again. The heady taste of his precum coats your mouth, but you want more.

You think you’ll always want more with him.

“Just my mouth,” you say after. “I don’t want to have sex right now.”

That’s a big fat lie if you’ve ever said one - you just don’t want to know how good he can make you feel, not when you know you can’t do this again.

If he looks disappointed he doesn’t say. All he does is nod, and then he says, “Move back.”

You do, allowing him to get up. He’s huge like this, towering over you as he looks down at you, and he gently cups your cheeks. You open your mouth, tongue flat to allow him space.

“Fuck,” he curses again. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Wreck me, San.”

He doesn’t need you to say more. Indeed, he grabs his dick, taps it on your tongue as you just patiently wait there, your hands on your thighs. You crave to touch him, but something about the way he’s looking down at you tells you he likes to have his control, likes to be the one seeking his own pleasure.

And you want him to use you. Want him to come down your throat.

“Stop me if it’s too much, okay?” he says as he rests the tip of his dick on your tongue.

You lick at his slit. “Okay.”

“Fuck.”

His curse is all he says before slowly pushing in. Your jaw is stretched, eyes watering when he hits the back of your throat, and then he’s slowly pulling out, eyes fixated on the place where his dick disappears inside of your mouth. He’s so large you know he has to feel your teeth a little, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. 

Maybe because you’re trying to use your lips to not hurt him, and it seems the sensation is driving him insane. Because the next time he pushes in, he’s faster, a hard thrust that you answer with a moan, and then he fully loses it, shutting his eyes tightly. 

San establishes a quick rhythm, grunting and groaning as he fucks your mouth, drool soon covering your chin. He tastes good, something heady, and the sounds he makes are music to your ear. He’s impossibly hard, and you think of how he’d feel inside of you.

You’d see stars, that much you’re sure of.

“Fuck, Y/n,” San says. “Your mouth feels so good.”

You moan, and he looks down at you. His cheeks and neck are reddened, his hair falling in front of his eyes, but you still feel his gaze piercing through yours, so much so that you feel naked kneeling there.

And maybe you are, in a much more important way than the physical.

“I think I’ll be able to come,” he says, and he pulls out, slowly jerking himself off. “Where do you want me to come?”

You lean forward, sucking on his tip. “In my mouth?”

It seems he was still holding back. Indeed, his gaze goes feral, lustful, and you prepare yourself as he grips your hair in a makeshift ponytail again, his other hand landing on the side of your head. And then he smirks and says, “Open up for me, baby.”

You do. You fucking do, unable to be bratty anymore. Not when he’s looking at you like that, and especially not as you crave him already.

He doesn’t disappoint. San pushes inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat so hard you choke on his dick. Your eyes water, a tear slipping free, and he dries it carelessly before fucking into your mouth again.

This time, you hold in the gag reflex, focusing on flattening your tongue, and then dragging it on his dick as he moves in and out. San moans, and you echo it. He pulls on your hair, hard, and you sit back on your heels, a string of spit connecting your lips to his dick. It breaks when he taps his dick on your cheek, and you just keep on looking at him, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“I gotta admit,” he says, and he strokes his dick up and down. “I have trouble coming while standing. Do you mind going to the bed?”

There’s something cute about the way he asks, and you smile, chuckling. “Sure.”

Your voice is croaky from his dick fucking your throat, yet San doesn’t mention it, only smiles down at you before patting your cheek.

“Let’s go.”

He holds a hand out for you to take, and then he pulls you up to your feet. You wince - your knees hurt more than you were realizing - and San chuckles before gently leading you to his bedroom.

And the bedroom is simple, consisting of just an unmade bed with dark sheets, a small bedside table, and an open door that leads to a walk-in closet. San lets go of your hand, and then he plops down on the bed amongst the sheets, his eyes on you.

“Think you can suck me and make me come?” he says, a smirk on his lips.

So maybe he doesn’t need to be in control to come after all.

You move closer, kneeling on the bed next to him. San watches you as you run a finger on his abs, and then you hook it under the hem of his shirt, pulling up.

“Take this off,” you say.

He wets his lips. “And why should I? You’re still fully dressed.”

You cock an eyebrow, and then you take your shirt off, throwing it to the side. San’s gaze widens before dropping to your breasts, and you unclasp your bra, also taking it off. You put it on his abs, and then your hands return to your breasts. You pinch your nipples, making sure they’re all perked prettily, and then you say, “Better?”

“Much better,” he says, voice so low it sounds like a growl. “Can I touch you?”

He makes to sit up, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “No.”

He groans in frustration, yet lies back down, awaiting your next move.

“Tonight is about me making you come,” you add after. “I don’t want you to distract me.”

He takes a shaky breath in when you run your finger along his sensitive dick. You bite at your lower lip, trying to hold a smirk in, but it’s to no avail.

“Then get to work again, baby,” he says. “Better make me come.”

You bend down, blowing a breath on the tip of his dick. “Yeah?”

He nods, cursing underneath his breath, but then you dive in, and his eyes flutter shut as he lets out a small, pleasured moan. And though your jaw is sore, you suck him hard, taking as much of him in your mouth as you can. It’s easier to hold the gag reflex in when you’re in control, so you go up and down sloppily, your spit coating his dick thoroughly. 

San soon starts to groan louder, the sounds turning into breathy moans that have you soaking through your panties. It’s hot, sinful, and for a moment, you wish you could just sleep with him.

Wish he wasn’t your partner in that stupid project so that you could just indulge.

But he is, and he’s gripping your hair, guiding your movements.

“Shit, I’m going to come soon,” he grits through his teeth, and you look up to see his throat again, the flushed skin of his neck beautiful.

You moan, and his dick twitches once before his hands move to the side of your face. He thrusts up twice before stilling, and the taste of his cum fills your mouth as he comes deep in your throat.

You suck him through his high, suck him dry, only stopping when he pulls on your hair gently. You let go of his dick with a satisfying plop, sitting back on your heels.

There’s a moment of silence only interrupted by San’s heavy breathing, and all you do is watch him as he lies there, his eyes closed. When his eyelids finally flutter open, San meets your gaze, letting out a disbelieved laugh as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Holy shit,” he lets out.

You scrunch up your nose, holding a shy smile in. “You liked it?”

He chuckles again, tilting his head to the side. “I think you just sucked my soul out of my body.”

You laugh, your cheeks burning as he grabs your hand to pull you closer. You understand what he wants as he scooches over to make space for you, and you lie down next to him, laying your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you.

“I’m glad you liked it,” you whisper, suddenly shy at his proximity. 

Not that he wasn’t close when he was deep in your throat, but this feels different, more intimate, vulnerable.

It’s the kind of thing you don’t usually do.

“Of course,” he says, and then he sighs in contentment. “I gotta admit this is the first time a girl has ever made me come by sucking me.” He chuckles, and it’s a low rumble in his chest, almost like the purr of a cat. “So yeah, I loved it.”

“No way!” you let out, pushing m up on an elbow to look at him. “I don’t believe that.”

He cups your cheek, then just gently pats it. “Well, it’s true.”

“Don’t you… sleep around a lot?”

He must not like your words. He frowns slightly, eyes narrowing, and his hand falls away from your cheek. “What does that have to do with this?”

“Sorry,” you immediately apologize. “I did not mean it in a bad way at all.” You purse your lips, looking between his two eyes. His features soften slightly, but there’s still a wary edge to them, and you hate it. “It’s just that I didn’t think I was that good?”

You say it like a question, because it frankly is. You’ve had your share of partners as well in the past - an ex-boyfriend, and then a line of ephemeral relationships that didn’t last more than a few weeks to a few months.

It’s the college experience after all, isn’t it?

“Are you getting insecure on me?” San asks, and his features finally earn that teasing sparkle from earlier. “Confidence looks better on you, Y/n.”

You blush. You can’t help it - there’s something in the way he’s looking at you right now, holding your gaze, that makes you feel incredibly vulnerable.

You feel too seen.

“My bad, then,” you mutter, and you put your head back on his shoulder if only so that you don’t have to look him in the eyes anymore. “I know I’m the best.”

He snorts, and his arm momentarily tightens around you. The silence prolongs for a moment, and you just breathe in time with him, listening to the beats of his heart. He eventually sighs, shifting until he’s on his side, facing you.

It brings your face right in his chest, and the scent of him engulfs you deeper, like a blanket wrapping around you.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to make you feel good too?” he asks in a whisper.

You nod against him. “I probably should just go home for real, now.”

He makes a sound that you can only interpret as a groan. It’s cute, endearing, and at the opposite of what you’d imagined Choi San would be like.

“Why don’t you spend the night?” he suggests. “It’s getting pretty late.”

You wince. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Even if I sleep on the couch?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Even if you sleep on the couch,” you say. “We have a morning class tomorrow.”

“We?” he says, and you hear the smirk in his voice. It makes you want to roll your eyes, yet you’re too comfortable right now to truly be annoyed.

“Yes, dumbass,” you answer. “We.”

“I have a friend that records all the classes,” he reveals. “I could get you the recording and then you could stay and we could sleep in.”

It’s weird - does he really want you to stay that bad?

“Thank you for suggesting it, but I’d rather just go home and go to class tomorrow,” you say. “Another time, maybe?”

He’s pouting. You know he is, partly because he pulls his head back enough to meet your gaze. “That’s boring.”

You chuckle, a little embarrassed. You don’t even know why you are. You just sucked his dick like there was no tomorrow, yet you feel like you need to flee the scene, like maybe a crime was committed.

You wonder, is it a crime to hook up with your project partner? Surely it has to be.

“Well then, call me boring, Choi San.”

He looks like he’s considering it, but then he says, “Nah. I get it, today must have been a wild day for you.”

It… was. You’re glad he understands, even though some part of you does want to stay over. It’s mostly for that reason that you make your way to the door after having grabbed your stuff, and San follows you, his grey joggers finally back on.

“Thank you for tonight,” you say, offering him a small smile.

He smirks. “I feel like I should be the one to say thank you.”

“I meant for the cake.” You roll your eyes as you speak, and San just laughs cutely. “And for actually being a decent project partner.”

He narrows his gaze. “What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know,” you say, and you chuckle. “I think I’m just getting really tired.”

He nods in understanding, and then looks behind himself. “Do you want to say goodbye to Byeol before you leave?”

“Yes please!”

You must be beaming because San grins, laughing lightly as he turns around to seek out the cat. He comes back with her, her tail swishing in the air, and you gently pet her, cooing at her like you would to a baby. San lets you do it, his smile everlasting, and when you’re finally ready, you look up to meet his gaze.

He’s close, and for a moment, you want to kiss him again. Want to stay, want to return to his bed so that he can hold you in his arms. The emotion is so strong you have to take a step back, and you awkwardly clear your throat, your gaze dropping to the ground.

“So,” you let out.

You don’t find anything else to say, and San saves you by saying, “Do you want to meet again on Wednesday to work on the project some more?”

“Yes.” You nod, relieved he found something to say.

Relieved he wants to meet again.

“Yes, let’s meet at the library,” you add. “Just to keep things…” you trail off, chuckling awkwardly.

“Are you afraid of what’ll happen if we’re left alone again?” he asks teasingly.

“Gosh, San.” You chuckle awkwardly. “You’re annoying.”

“I made you cake!”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re annoying.”

He pouts. “You’re mean.”

You look up to the ceiling, but it’s to no avail - there’s no salvation on San’s ceiling.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe that’s why I sucked your dick.”

He bursts out laughing, and it’s a little loud, so much so that he startles Byeol and she jumps out of his arms before trotting away.

“Right,” he says after having watched Byeol leaving. 

There’s another pause in the conversation, and it slowly fills with tension as you once more just share a look that seems to hold so many words unsaid you can feel their weight on your shoulders. It brings a light blush to your cheeks, and you look away, pulling at some dry skin on your lower lip.

“So I’ll see you on Wednesday?” you say.

He nods. “Yes. But also in class before then.”

“Alright then, Choi San. I’ll see you in class.”

He offers you a gentle smile, one that reminds you of why you kissed him initially - you wanted to feel alive, and you think his smile carries life, warmth, breathing vitality to your soul. It chases away the shadows from the memorial earlier today, and reminds you that you’re breathing. That your heart is beating, and that your neurons carry little sparks of electricity to make you into the full, functioning human that you are.

It’s comforting, reassuring, and you can’t help but echo the smile.

Later that night, when you’re finally in bed, you can still feel the ghost of that smile on your lips, and you fall asleep to the memory of Choi San’s lips on yours.

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[nationpop]

Ateez vem ao Brasil para apresentação única; veja preços e datas

No dia de hoje, 06, o grupo Ateez liberou valores e datas referentes a sua apresentação única no Brasil. Eles se apresentam em São Paulo, no Allianz Parque, no dia 26 de agosto, com a turnê THE FELLOWSHIP: BREAK THE WALL.  https://twitter.com/30ebr/status/1664636848247906310?s=20 Então, a venda acontece no dia 13 de junho pela Eventim às 10h e no dia seguinte às 11h na bilheteria oficial, os valores dos ingressos foram divulgados pela produtora 30E nesta manhã. 

ATEEZ em São Paulo Data: 26 de agosto de 2023 Local: Allianz Parque (Av. Francisco Matarazzo, 1705 – Água Branca, São Paulo – SP, 05001-200) Ingressos: PIT A - R$ 990 / R$ 495 (meia-entrada) PIT B - R$ 990 / R$ 495 PISTA - R$ 690 / R$ 345 CADEIRA INFERIOR - R$ 390 / R$ 195 Um pouco sobre a história do grupo: Histórico! Ateez será o segundo grupo de K-Pop a se apresentar no Allianz, por isso, vamos entender um pouco mais sobre a história do grupo e todo amor que os Atinys nutrem por eles.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SszP3hlQ55Y Primeiramente, Ateez é um grupo de 8 membros formado pela empresa KQ Entertainment, seus integrantes são: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung e Jongho. Em seguida, eles debutaram em 2018 e em 2019 assinaram contrato com a gravadora dos EUA RCA Records. São conhecidos pelo sucesso internacional desde sua estreia, sua primeira turnê em 2019 - The Expedition Tour passou por várias cidades como Nova York, Chicago, Dallas , Atlanta e Los Angeles no EUA com todas as datas esgotadas, além disso foi estendida para Austrália, com shows em Melbourne e Sydney. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlnMDttgTbk A segunda turnê mundial de Ateez, The Fellowship: Map the Treasure, estava programada para começar em Seul em fevereiro de 2020 e iria novamente passar pelo EUA e também pela Europa, porém teve que ser adiada pelo agravante do COVID-19. No entanto, durante o período da pandemia eles lançaram alguns álbuns e hoje totalizam mais de 2 milhões de ouvinte mensais no spotify e já tem comeback marcado agora para 16 de Junho, você pode acompanhar pelo canal oficial do youtube da KQ ou pelas redes sociais do grupo: instagram, twitter e tiktok. Read the full article

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it was just like a movie; it was just like a song

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VlsE0Jm by touchhertrigger Because the best and the worst things about these break-ups are that they were amicable ones. And everything that comes after is part of the great unknown. (Or the one in which the public sees San and Wooyoung as the new Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney, and Yunho and Seonghwa deal with noise and silence in their own ways) Words: 6393, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Choi San (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), ATEEZ Ensemble, Bangtan Boys | BTS Ensemble, TOMORROW X TOGETHER Ensemble, xikers Ensemble Relationships: Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho/Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Show Business, Romance, Drama, Comedy, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Baggage, Slow Burn, Jung Wooyoung is Bad at Feelings (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa Needs a Hug, Protective Choi San (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho is Whipped (ATEEZ), Time Skips, Flashbacks, Post-Break Up, Past Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Siblings Jeong Yunho & Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Best Friends Jung Wooyoung & Kang Yeosang, Best Friends Choi Yeonjun & Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VlsE0Jm

[worldaccordingtomshyde]

Pawn to King

synopsis: Lies and betrayal have taken a toll on the oldest member of BTS. The only people he can trust are his best friends, Sejin his manager and his family.

Jin had it hard in BTS, everyone yelled at him though no one acknowledged that they made mistakes. Jin was just their housekeep who cleaned and cooked for them. But that Jin is now longer a pawn in their game of chess. The worst was Jungkook he wanted to be king, but he is just a knight no better than a pawn. "I was your PAWN, now watch me be your KING."

A New Day

Sejin had made breakfast for everyone. “What are your schedule like today?

“Off today” Christian, Yuri and Sunghoon said.

“I have an interview then free after.” San said.

“I’ll need some help today, Christian can you accompany both Jin and I to Hybe. As you can see he’s in a cast and he can’t walk, Jin has a meeting and I managed to get him out of practice and after today we can go live in the house. Also next week we have a premiere to attend and it would be nice if some of you can attend with him.

Everyone look at Jin as he tried walking in, “what? Haven’t you seen someone in a fake cast? Don’t get me started or it’ll be the death of all of you!”

“Jin how did you end up as a vocalist and not a rapper? Damn you are faster then Yoongi.” Yusei said with a chuckle.

“I know right, he makes my rap look like shit.” Christian laughs.

“Christian, if you coming with us I need you to remain cool, this is the end of my career as a member of BTS. I refuse to be in the same group with them, they lied daily for more than 2 years and I highly doubt Jungkook will be there. But either way we will walk in there with class and dignity.”

“Watch out Jin hyung is going to lay them all out!” Sunghoon cheered.

“Oh and after next week we all are going to Sydney for a long over do vacation. Sejin already check with your managers and you all are good to go!” Jin smiled.

“Mate! Are you serious?!? I haven’t been home in about a year, this will be perfect I get to show you around.” A very excited Christian told his crew.

The morning progressed, Sejin had the lobby call them if jungkook was around. “Alright it’s time to go, Christian can you grab Jin and I’ll grab the other stuff.”

“Hey we aren’t going to miss this, San said he’ll meet us at Hype!” Yusei told Jin.

“Jin, we are family and we will stand with you. No one will come close if they try I will unleash my cute pitbull San after them.”

Jin appreciated the support from his friends, he knew that they would never betray him.

Christian walked into Hybe carrying Jin, flanked by Sunghoon on their right, San and Yusei on their left, with Sejin walking in front of them.

Yeonjun was in the lobby talking to a woozi when he noticed Jin being carried, he quickly called Jimin.

“Hey jun. what’s up?”

“Hyung what happened to Jin why didn’t you guy tell us?”

“What do you mean Yeonjun?”

“I’m in the lobby and Christian Yu is carrying Jin, Sunghoon from enhyphen, Yusei, San from ateez are with him.”

“Where are they? Heading to the elevator and they all look pissed. Just thought I’d give you a heads up.”

“Ok, let me talk to joon and I’ll let you know.”

“Joonie, did they inform you that Jin Hyung is injured?”

“What?!!”

“That was Yeonjun, he said that Hyung is in a cast and he’s being accompanied by Christian Yu, ateez’s San, Enphyen’s Sunghoon, and the singer Yusei from the Japanese group Fantastics.

Hobeom walked into the practice studio, “practice is canceled we have an urgent meeting with Bang Pd. Where is Jungkook?” He needs to get here asap.”

Namjoon was pissed, “he better not be fucking someone right now!”

“Ill try calling him Joonie” Hobi said.

Jimin, Yoongi and Tae were standing in the back when Jungkook came running in.

Taehyung was over Jungkook behavior, “can you keep your fucking dick in your pants! We have an emergency meeting with bang PD and we are late.”

Hobeom walks in “let’s go, I can’t believe it jungkook. What has gotten into you? I hope that fuck was worth it.”

Jungkook looked at his members and all he could see was disappointment.

And to believe that Jin hyung was in love with your cheating ass.”Yoongi mumbled.

That hit Jungkook hard, he never thought his members would be like this. “I don’t get why your upset, I’m doing whatever I want as long as Jin doesn’t find out.”

Jimin had enough with this shit. He walks straight up to Jungkook and punches him in the face. “You are a disgrace to this group”

Everyone walks into Bang PD’s office, “we have to wait for one person then we can start.”

Everyone sat quietly waiting, various managers were talking and the guys kept hearing Jin’s name being mentioned. “Hobeom how did Jin hurt himself?” Minsung asked.

“To be honest I don’t know, I’ve been too busy cleaning up Jungkook messes that I don’t have time to inquire about the other members.”

“We knew he was a handful, but when we saw him walk out of one of the studio’s with 2 other idols and how they were toward each other. I thought he was in a relationship with Jin.”

There was a knock on the door, Sejin entered followed by Sunghoon, Yusei, and finally San and Christian entered with Jin.

“Hyung! What happened” Jimin asked.

“Don’t worry about it, this has nothing to do with any of you.” A very distant Jin answered.

“Jin where do you want to sit?”

“San can you sit over there and I’ll sit next to you and Christian sit on the other side.”

“Jin, I received word that you called this meeting. What’s going on?”

“I’m going on a hiatus until further notice.”

“Jin?”

“I will not participate in any activities pertaining to BTS until Further notice. My health is more important than the bullshit I’ve been dealing with for more than 2 years.”

“Jin?”

Christian tried to control himself he couldn’t look at Jungkook with his pathetic act of being concerned.

“Jin, is there anything I can do to help?”

“Ya, sign my release. Sejin gave you everything with proof since asked for it..”

Jungkook couldn’t believe that his boyfriend was walking away. “Is this a joke to you? Do you think you can get up and leave? You owe this group we tolerated you fuck ups.”

Jin closed his eyes, Christian and San tried to keep their composure but in the end they couldn’t.

“Jin owes this group what? You all made it clear that he was nothing, that he had no value in this fucked up group. And you know what’s worse is that your leader did nothing to stop it. No one did, yet the only one getting mad is the guy who has been cheating on his boyfriend for more than 2 years, shit you’ve been cheating since the moment you got with Jin.”

Jungkook laughed, “says the man who has no group.” Sejin walks up to Jungkook and hands him a folder, then gives the rest of the members a folder. “See what you don’t know, is the Christian has more awards than bts has earned, even if you combined Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok’s songs they have composed, Christian has more songs composed under his name.”

“Open the folder and there is all the proof needed and how BTS covered up his cheating and lied to Seokjin.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to let Jin go. He loves him with all his heart.

“Hyung? Jimin calls out.

“No. I am not your hyung nor your friend, all of you betrayed me by covering up his cheating. Yet no one had the courage to tell me. You are no worse than Mr. Jeon. For all I care you all are dead to me.”

Jungkook saw how Jimin broke down, Jimin respected Jin he looked up to Jin and now Jin wants nothing to do with anyone. Yoongi tried comforting his boyfriend but was hurt also.

“We told you to get your shot together or break up with Seokjin, but you kept telling us to mind our own business. I fucking told you to grown up to stop this shit and you laughed. Now look at what you created.” Taehyung yelled.

“I don’t give a shit, I never wanted this.” And before he realized it Christian was punching him.

“Don’t you ever come close to Jin again, you’ve done enough damage that we don’t know how he’s still alive.”

“What are you talking about? Jin what is he talking about?”

Sejin walks up to Bang Pd and tells him that Jin needs time away from everyone especially his ex boyfriend. “Jin doesn’t want this to end up on the social media, if it does Jin will release all the photos to the public and BTS will cease to exist.”

Jungkook remembers sejins warning, this is the hill you want to die on suffer the consequences. “I fucked up” he whispers to himself.

“Jin, go and I will contact Sejin so we can discuss this matter further.”

“I’ve cleared out my room at the dorm, I want peace and kindly ask to be left alone. That includes you Mr. Jeon, if you come to my apartment you will be arrested.”

“I want to go, I have nothing here for me anymore.”

[aeraras]

1. kpop concert i've been to/want to go to concert

i've gone to a skz's concert in sydney and some groups i really wanna see are ateez, seventeen, boynextdoor and nct 127!

2. idol that has same aestethic

hmm im pretty sure that my aesthetic is quite similar to yujin from ive, we both dress similarly and give off the same vibes

3. kpop songs that should have more recognition

unconditional by jaehyun rendez-vous by baekhyun fast pace by seventeen

4. talk about an interesting hobby

i love writing lyrics that come up to my mind randomly, i would love to make my own music one day. i also enjoy reading books that spark my interest.

5. kpop songs that everyone likes except you

here's some i dislike! - touch by katseye - ditto by new jeans - celebrity by iu

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mimi's mini game!

1. Name a kpop group that you've been to/want to go to a concert

2. Name an idol that has the same aesthetic as you

3. Name a kpop song that should have more recognition

4. Talk about an interesting hobby of yours

5. Name a kpop song that everyone likes, except you

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Tag 2 or more people so I can send this ask and participate in the mini game

(sorry if something is wrong, my english is basic)

1. kpop group that want to go a concert

i've never been to a kpop concert but next year I'll go see skz!! ^^ the groups that I would like to go to a concert are twice, kiss of life, babymonster and nmixx

2. idol that has same aestethic

my clothing style/aestethic changes all the time hahaha but the one that is most similar is chaeyoung and jihyo

3. kpop song that should have more recognition

GENTLEMAN, SORRY I LOVE YOU, FUNNY VALENTINE AND STRAWBERRY CAKE

4. talk about an interesting hobby

I really love to sing, since I was little I have always been interested in music, I want to learn to play various instruments and if any I can produce my own music and be a great singer

5. kpop song that everyone likes except you

It's not that I don't like it, but that I get so tired of listening to that song because it appeared all the time in my ads... it's tippy toes by xg 😞 (i know xg is not considered kpop but well)

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KANG YEOSANG + floorwork (2019-2021)

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