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nightmare-niko · 5 months ago

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ATEEZ responses to “What are we?” [Hyung Line]

Warnings: NON IDOL ATEEZ!! NO MENTIONS OF Y/N!! GENDER NEUTRAL READER!! a lot of lying down and doing nothin! Mentions of weed!

A/n: I found this prompt list on Pinterest! I can link my Pinterest page on my master list!! Also you can def tell which members are my favorites😅 sorry not sorry!!

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

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Kim Hongjoong:

You would spring the question. on him randomly one night while hanging out in your room. Both of you in baggy pjs, limbs tangled together on your bed.

The room was dimly lit by the purple LED lights lining your nearby desk. You were calm, too calm. That’s why you popped your head up to look at the man next to you.

“Hongjoong, what are we?”

You watched as the corners of his mouth curled up, “You know what we are. You just wanna hear me say it.” He lifted his hand up to play with a lose piece your your hair.

Guilty. You blush, “maybe i do, Maybe I don't…”

He let’s out a content sigh, “you’re mine, l'm yours. Sound good?"

“Sounds perfect.”

Park Seonghwa:

The two of you have been friends for a while. Most of your hangouts consisted of you hogging Seonghwa’s bed while he sat at his desk while he played legos.

Every once in a while you would show him a funny post. After a while, your mind started to wander. You found your eyes falling onto Seonghwa. He wasn’t paying attention to you, all of his focus was on the LEGO set taking up his whole desk. You had bought it for him not too long ago.

The cashier had asked you if the set was for you. Not bothering to lie, you told her they were for your friend. But was Seonghwa just your friend? Buying a boy a set of legos was practically marriage in this day and age!

…Were you and Seonghas a couple— or just friends? You didn't know for sure.

“What are we?" You broke the silence with your intense question.

You heard him chuckle at your question, “I don’t thing that’s up to just me, now is it?”

You were taken aback at his honesty, "well I don't know? Do you like me?"

"Of course,” His voice was as calm as ever while you felt your heartbeat slowly rise. “Do you like me?”

You hum, "sometimes.” You joke.

“Wha-!" He whips his chair around, fake betrayal painted on his beautiful features.

"I'm Kidding!" You smile at him.

Seonghwa crosses his arms across his chest, pouting cutely. "I take it back I don’t like you anymore."

Jeong Yunho:

[a/n 2.0: I use the terms pen and vape interchangeably but I’m talking abt a normal weed pen🤓]

You and Yunho were best friends.

All best friends have rituals, some may shop, or play videogames. But for you and your best friend, it was smoking weed in your room. Yunho wasn’t allowed to smoke at the dorm due to Seonghwa’s rules, he lucked out that his best friend had their own place.

You balanced all of your stacks on top of eachother. Slowly making your way to your bed where Yunho layed sprawled out. You dumped everything onto him before kicking off your slippers and moving him out of the way.

“You take up so much room, bro." You complain, taking out your pen and clicking it five times to turn it on. Before you could even take your first hit of the night, Yunho was taking the pen out of your hand and taking one long hit.

"Thanks babe," he throws the vape back into your general direction.

You groan and cursed at him under your breath, Flustered at the nickname. You were thankful for the dim lighting. Finally taking your first hit, you take a moment to take in Yunhos apperence.

His face bare, his sort black hair fell perfectiy over his forhead. The hood From his hoodie was pulled on, he looked beautiful, but when did he not?

Too busy staring, you forgot to exhale your puff, the burn becoming too much before you let out a nasty cough. Gasping dramatically you reach out to Yunho who nonchalantly opens a water bottle before putting up to your lips to drink.

"Thanks baby." You blow him a kiss, and he giggles softly. God he was perfect.

As the night went on, the two of you got higher, passing the pen back and forth. Maybe it was just the weed (definitely wasn’t), but your best friend was looking too hot for your own good.

Here the two of you were, shoulder to shoulder on your bed, Sharing snacks and drinks. Almost as if the two of you were a couple. More times than not you felt like a couple, how come the two of you hadn't had the conversation?

“What are we?” Your hand flies to slap over your mouth. It was too late, your didn't mean to say that out loud. “wait no-I didn't."

His laughter rung out in your otherise quiet bedroom. Yunho turns on his side to face you, you mirror him, “whatever we are, I wouldn’t ask for anything difterent.”

The two of you couldn’t keep serious at his cheesy line. Immediately breaking out in loud laughter, “Mr. Cool guy over here!!” You tease him, hiding your face against his chest to conceal your laughter.

Smiling ear to ear, his large hand wraps around your arm gently, pulling you back to look at him. "I just wanted to seem cool, you made me nervous!”

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang wasn’t the biggest fan of physical affection. But for some reason he can't fathom the thought of sleeping with out you in his arms. The two of you didnt live together, not technically.

That didnt stop the two of you from being in the same bed everynight. When you weren't together, he would text you to tell you he couldn’t sleep. Then the next day one of his roomates would text you about how grumpy your boyfriend was.

Wait- Boyfriend? No - Yeosang wasn't—was Yeosang your boyfriend?!

When you heard your front door open and close, your heart sunk. He had a hey, of course he did. What if he got out of work when you weren't home? Going back home to an empty bed was a big no for him.

You stayed on your bed anxiously, his footsteps grew louder as he approached your room.

“Hey, Yeosang. How was work?” You croak out timidly.

Letting his bag flop of his arm he furrows his eyebrows. "Yeosang?" He questions.

"That's your name last l checked,” you chuckle.

"Not to you? Is something wrong?"

You sigh and smile at him, “no Sangie, nothings wrong,” you try your best to reassure him, "Go shower quickly and come back. You’re all sweaty

“Okay..." He looks at you suspiciousy, not convinced your not mad.

One quick shower later and Yeosang was back in your room, excitedly making his way into his Side of your bed. You cursed yourself mentally for being so freaked out about something stupid it was freaking Yeosang out.

“Are you sure nothings wrong…?”

“What are we?” You blurt out, looking at the boy next to you. He looked stunning, his hair pushed away from his face, under his hair you could still see his birth mark.

"Whatever you’d like us to be, silly." He smiles gently.

You pause for a moment, somewhat surprised at how calmly he answered you. "So…boyfriend girlfriend?"

"That's fine by me, darling. But I’m tired so let’s sleep.”

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armpirate · 1 month ago

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Until You're Mine || Choi San | Ch. 1

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Pairings: Mafia!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, obsession, mafia love

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, explicit language, mention of drug and guns, violence, rough sex.

Summary: San, a notorious and feared mafia boss, has always lived in the shadows of power and violence. When an ambush leaves him wounded and on the run, he finds refuge in an empty event hall. Inside, Y/n, a rising star in the world of event planning, is nursing her own wounds -a career on the line after a confrontation with a powerful client. The last thing she expects is for her night to take a dark turn when San stumbles into her life, bloodied and dangerous.

Despite the fear and uncertainty, Y/n can't turn away. She helps him clean up, binding more than just his wounds in the process. What begins as an intense, chance encounter spirals into a dangerous obsession. San, used to being the hunter, becomes fixated on the one woman who dared to help him, even in his darkest moment. Meanwhile, Y/n, caught in the mystery of that powerful man, finds herself tracking his every move, unable to shake the dangerous allure of his world.

Neither knows that their fascination with each other is mutual. In a city teeming with danger, power, and deceit, their secret obsessions will pull them deeper into a deadly game -one where love, power, and obsession intertwine, and nothing is as it seems.

Chapter duration: 20 minutes

Chapter warnings: Violence, shooting, mentions of blood and drugs

The night had gone according to plan: the cabs were on time, the guests started arriving -with a significant amount of people showing up for the event-, the cloudy sky only showed its black tone with some shining starts standing out -at least, what the city of Detroit allowed-, which meant the cocktail would be held on the outside as planned.

Everything was going according to plan… until it didn't.

Y/n's fingers trailed absently over the clipboard, eyes scanning the banquet hall for any last-minute hiccups. The small awards ceremony had flowed as smoothly as she'd envisioned -perfectly timed speeches, lights dimming at all the right moments, and not a single technical glitch. The guests were enjoying the short colloquiums, the awards were safe and taken well care of before handing them to their owners.

She had everything under control… until the cocktail hour came.

The shift to the cocktail reception felt like a descent into chaos.

Y/n's gaze darted to the far end of the adjacent room, where a tall, chubby woman -one of the night's winners- was animatedly arguing with a waiter. A simple mix-up over her drink order had somehow spiraled out of control. The brunette was waving her arms, her voice rising over the soft chatter of the crowd, her complaints turning heads. Y/n felt the knot tighten in her stomach as she hurried over, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

Those situations always made her nervous, but it wasn't something she hadn't seen before or something she wasn't able to find a solution to.

—Look at what you've done —the woman snapped, her frustration palpable—. Do you have an idea of how much this dress costs?

It was a trivial mistake, one that could have been handled discreetly, but that ended up having the attention of half the room.

—I'm sorry, miss. I'm sure it was an accident, she was trying to get through… —Y/n said in her calmest voice, attempting to calm down the situation— Let me help you clean you up.

—Are you blaming me now?

—No, no —she quickly shook her head—. I meant that she didn't do it on purpose, these things happen. There's a trick to clean wine up.

—I don't need your boorish tricks —the woman pushed her away before Y/n could even attempt to help her—. Shit, this dress cost eight hundred dollars. Are you going to pay for it?

Y/n's body tensed after hearing the price. That woman paid for her dress the same amount Y/n paid for her rent, which she thought was expensive just a few hours back, while discussing with one of the hostesses back in the hall.

That woman was making a big fuss, when she knew s\well he had no problem buying another one if she wanted to. Hell, she probably had that same dress in different colors back home.

—Miss, again, the waitress was trying to get through, but you were in the middle of the way. I'm afraid the company can't pay for the dress, but…

—Not only do you ruin my dress, but also call me fat?

—What? No, of course not. I never meant it that way.

Y/n was trying everything in her hand to calm the woman down and keep her from making a scene, but it was too late. All eyes were already on them as Celia Curry kept ranting about her dress, ignoring all her attempts on making damage control. Some guests whispered behind their hands, and others simply watched, relishing the drama of someone else's accident.

The situation kept scalating out of her control, feeling like every word she said only helped to make things worse.

It didn't take long for Y/n's boss, Darnell, to appear beside her, his towering frame and stern expression making her stomach clench.

Darnell was a man of few words, but when he spoke, his tone carried weight. His skin was as dark as the fitted suit he wore, his eyes sharp behind his glasses as he fixed her with a disapproving look, before he took control of the situation that she wasn't able to, moving away with the problematic lady.

Eventually, the situation was handled, but the damage was done. The smooth control Y/n had so carefully maintained all night was shattered.

Darnell was chatting with the few guests left, while the only people left were those working for the catering company -and who were picking up all the tables spread all over the room-, and the three hostesses that were chatting between them.

She hoped that conversation would last forever, because she knew what would come next for her wouldn't be good news.

—Y/n —he said, his voice serious—, you need to handle situations like that better. You're supposed to put out the fire, not to make it worse.

Her stomach twisted. She was convinced it wasn't that bad, but she guessed wrong.

—I know what you're trying to say, but she only calmed down because it was you who spoke to her —she tried to explain.

—I have to pay eight hundred dollars of my own money, just so she'd stop making a scene. You've been working in the industry for long enough to know that it's always better to just nod and let them rant than say something else that could get us in trouble.

—It was an accident. The waitress didn't want to ruin her dress. What did she expect us to do? To call out someone who was doing her job? It was her fault for being on the way…

—I don't want excuses —he cut her off, his tone sharp—. Celia was going to hire us for one of the parties she hosts, and we almost lost that opportunity because you still don't know what are the right words to say in situations like these. I won't let it pass another time.

With that, he walked away, leaving her standing alone in the now quiet venue, her confidence shaken.

Y/n stayed behind, even when everyone that formed the staff left, needing the time to process and, more than anything, catch her breath.

The venue was eerily quiet now, the earlier noise replaced with the echo of distant footsteps and the soft hum of the lights. She glanced at the bar, where leftover glasses and discarded napkins remained.

She sighed, sinking into one of the chairs in the now-empty hall. It was supposed to have been her night. A flawless event to prove she could handle anything. Instead, she was left picking up the pieces of a mistake that never should have happened.

Alone with her thoughts, Y/n's mind wandered. Little did she know, her night was just getting started.

San stood at the edge of the abandoned ceramics establishment that once belonged to his family, the dim light from a single hanging bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with tension, and the scent of dust and humidity filled the room. It was a place where deals were made in silence and sealed with blood.

That night was supposed to be no different.

He had chosen that place himself -an isolated part of the docks, far from prying eyes and the ears of law enforcement. No one in that part of the city spoke about what they saw, even less if he was involved.

His black suit clung to his form with a precision that matched his meticulous nature. Everything was always under control.

Behind him stood Mingi and Jongho, his most trusted men. Mingi's height alone made him intimidating, his broad shoulders like steel doors guarding a vault. Jongho, quieter but lethal, had eyes that missed nothing. The two were formidable, their presence an unspoken warning: Do not cross us.

San's gaze was fixed on the men standing opposite him. Four of them, each dressed in leather jackets and cheap denim, their eyes darting nervously between him and his men. They had the look of street thugs -greedy, reckless, but not entirely stupid. Their leader, a man named Lucas, had swaggered in as if he owned the place, a false confidence that grated on San's nerves.

It had been an important deal, one San had personally overseen. This wasn't just another routine drug exchange; it was one that could tighten his grip on the city's underworld, push his operations to new heights. But from the moment the other group had walked in, San had sensed something was off.

The bags of money and drugs were in place, stacked neatly on a table in the center of the room. The terms were clear: a large shipment of high-grade product for an equally large sum of cash. But the other men -they were stalling.

San narrowed his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping the handle of the gun hidden beneath his jacket. He didn't like delays, and he liked hesitation even less.

—What's up, Lucas —San's voice was calm, but it carried an edge that made people pause.

He didn't need to shout to be threatening. Power, he had learned long ago, was in restraint. When you had it, you didn't need to flaunt it.

Lucas glanced at his men, shifting on his feet. His cocky demeanor faltered.

—We just… we need to make sure the product's pure, you know? No offense, San.

San's jaw clenched. He didn't like repeating himself. The product had already been tested, vetted, and verified. These kinds of second guesses were a slap in the face, especially after the reputation he had built. But Lucas' behavior wasn't just about caution. It was something more.

—You're wasting my time —San said, stepping forward. His voice dropped lower, a dangerous warning—. It was already tested. Are you implying I'm trying to fool you?

—It's not about trust, but I guess you already know that.

Lucas fumbled, gesturing to one of his men to check the drugs despite the first rejection, but San's focus wasn't on the drugs anymore. It was in their hands. Fidgeting. Twitching. Lucas' right hand, tapping rhythmically against his thigh. The unmistakable sign of a man on edge -one waiting for something.

It clicked in San's mind: This isn't just nerves. They're uneasy for a reason.

His instincts, honed by years in the streets, screamed danger. Without a word, San's eyes flicked to Mingi and Jongho. The two moved imperceptibly, hands ready on their weapons, their muscles coiled like springs, waiting for his signal.

—There's the money —Lucas insisted, his voice cracking slightly as he pulled a gun from his waistband, waving it casually like a prop.

A bad attempt to look tougher than he was, while trying to distract the man in front of him.

San didn't flinch. He never did.

—Test the fucking coke —he said coolly, nodding toward the product—. Do the job you came for. Unlike you, I know you don't have the balls to trick me.

Lucas hesitated. His men shifted, their gazes bouncing between each other. It was a subtle tell, but enough for San to know what was coming.

They've already decided.

San's eyes hardened. His blood surged with the cold realization. He didn't wait for the first move -he made it.

In one fluid motion, San drew his gun, his aim deadly accurate as he fired at Lucas' man who reached for the drugs. The shot rang out, the deafening crack of the gun a declaration of war. The man crumpled to the floor before he could draw his own weapon.

Gunfire erupted from all sides. Lucas' crew had been waiting for that -ready to steal both the drugs and the money. Bullets ricocheted off the metal beams, and the sound of shattering glass filled the room as chaos took over.

San moved with precision, his body a blur as he fired off two more shots, dropping another of Lucas' men. But in the frenzy, Lucas and the remaining two scrambled for the table, grabbing the bags and making a break for the exit.

Blood pulsed from a sudden, sharp pain in San's side. He looked down, seeing the dark stain spreading across his shirt. He'd been hit.

He stumbled backward, bracing himself against a pillar. His vision blurred for a second, but he forced himself to stay standing. He could hear Mingi and Jongho taking down more of the traitors, but it wasn't enough. Lucas had slipped through their fingers, dragging the stolen goods with him.

—Boss! —Jongho was beside him in an instant, eyes wide with concern—. You're hit!

San waved him off, anger fueling him more than the pain.

—Go after them. Now.

—We can't leave you here —Mingi insisted.

—I said go! —San's voice was steel, leaving no room for argument.

He wasn't going to bleed out there while his enemies walked free with what was his. He could still feel Lucas' smirk in the air, and that thought alone sent a fresh surge of fury through him.

Mingi and Jongho hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. They bolted after the escaping men, their footsteps echoing as they disappeared into the night.

San stood alone in the now-silent establishment, breathing heavily, his hand pressed hard against the wound. He could feel the warm blood spilling out between his fingers. Soon the police sirens reached his ear, making him curse in between her teeth, before he chose to escape through the back door.

He needed to get out, find somewhere safe, but the pain made each step harder.

Dragging himself through the alleys, he pushed forward, determined to stay conscious. After what felt like an eternity, the dim glow of a nearby venue caught his eye. He didn't know what it was -a bar, a club- but the lights were still on. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere he could stop the bleeding, and somewhere where he wouldn't be found, because the police wouldn't look for him there.

Without another option, he stumbled toward the door, pushing it open with what little strength he had left.

And that was when he saw her.

Y/n jumped, startled by the sudden crash of the door slamming against the wall. A man stumbled inside, his tall figure nearly crumpling as he lurched forward. She froze, her breath catching in her throat, eyes widening in shock.

He wore a gray suit, or what was left of it. The jacket was torn, stained with something dark -blood. A long, black coat hung loosely from his broad shoulders, but his sharp features were marred by the ghostly pale complexion of someone who had lost too much blood.

His dark, almond-shaped eyes scanned the room, his lips pressed into a tight line of pain. The man was hurt, badly.

Too much blood.

Her hands trembled as she shot to her feet. Instinct screamed at her to help, but fear paralyzed her for a moment. Her mind raced, panicked, as she saw the crimson seeping through the fabric of his suit, the gaping hole in his side.

—Oh god —she breathed, stepping back, her eyes glued to the growing red stain.

The man's knees buckled, and he stumbled forward, grabbing onto a nearby table for support. His gaze locked onto hers, sharp despite the pain.

—Help me —he rasped, his voice deep and commanding, a raw edge to it.

Her first instinct was to reach for her phone, call an ambulance so he'd get the help he needed, but he stopped her before she could get her purse.

—Don't call anyone.

—What? —Y/n blinked, not fully understanding— But you're bleeding…

—I said don't call anyone —he repeated, this time stronger, more forceful.

His words cut through her panic, grounding her. His eyes, dark and unreadable, pinned her in place. It wasn't a request; it was an order.

—Please… —his tone softened, just slightly, almost pleading, but the command remained. He leaned harder against the table, fighting to stay upright.

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She moved toward him cautiously, instinct taking over despite the fear gnawing at her insides. He was a stranger -dangerous-looking, clearly involved in something violent- but something in his voice, his gaze, pulled her closer. She couldn't just leave him there.

—I… I don't know what to do —she stammered, glancing at the blood soaking his side. Her mind screamed at her to run, to call for help, but instead, her hands hovered over his coat—. You need a doctor.

—No doctor. So I guess the only thing I need right now is you.

—But… —Y/n hesitated, eyes wide.

His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist with surprising strength, making her gasp. His fingers were cold, but his grip was firm, insistent.

—Check my back —he ordered, his voice rough but steady—. Is there a hole?

Her stomach turned at the request, but she nodded, swallowing back the lump in her throat as she slowly stepped behind him. Her trembling fingers lifted the edge of his black coat, revealing more blood. It was everywhere. She winced as she saw the tear in the back of his suit -another bullet wound.

Oh God, there's another one.

Her knees nearly buckled at the sight of it, her breath catching in her throat.

—There's… there's another wound —she whispered, panic rising in her voice.

—Good. That'll make it easy —he mumbled—. Just… clean it. Stop the bleeding —he ordered again, his voice hoarse but laced with the same cold authority.

Y/n nodded, her movements stiff and robotic as she grabbed a towel from one of the tables. She didn't know what else to do -there was no medical kit, no real supplies to help someone who had been shot. But San moved first, clenching his jaw to omit a whine when he attempted to take off his shirt. She could hear the tremor in her own breathing as she pressed the towel to his back, feeling the warmth of his blood soak through the fabric.

He winced but said nothing, his jaw clenched as he leaned against the table, his chest heaving with labored breaths.

—You're losing too much blood —she whispered, pressing harder to stem the flow—. I don't think I can…

—You can —he interrupted, his voice low but firm—. I'll tell you what to do. Just… focus.

Y/n bit her lip, forcing herself to breathe, to calm down. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her under his wet bangs, even as she worked to stop the bleeding. He was staring at her -his expression unreadable but intense, almost like he was sizing her up, gauging her resolve.

—Who are you? —she asked quietly, glancing up at him through her lashes as she pressed the towel harder against his back— What happened?

He didn't answer. Instead, his eyes darkened, his face tightening with pain as he leaned more heavily against the table.

—That's not important right now.

Y/n swallowed hard, feeling the gravity of the situation sink deeper into her bones. That man, whoever he was, wasn't just hurt. He was dangerous. The way he commanded her, the way he dismissed his injuries, like this was just another day -it wasn't normal.

And yet, there was something about him, something magnetic, that kept her rooted in place. Even through the fear and confusion, she couldn't look away.

—Please —he said again, softer this time. His voice cut through her racing thoughts like a blade—. Help me.

Y/n pressed the towel harder against his back, her hands shaking as she tried to stop the bleeding. The man's breathing had become shallower, each breath coming in ragged, painful bursts, but he still didn't let up. He gave her instructions with a calm authority that unnerved her.

—Press harder —San murmured, his deep voice steady, though strained with pain. His dark eyes flicked between the wound and her face—. You're doing fine.

—I doubt you're doing fine though —she swallowed back the panic clawing at her throat, focusing on his words. Her fingers trembled as she tore strips from the tablecloth, fashioning them into makeshift bandages—. I'm not a doctor—. she whispered, her voice shaky—. I don't know if this is enough.

—It's enough —he said with a certainty that silenced any protest.

His hand rested against the table, steadying himself, while his gaze lingered on her face. His sharp eyes softened just for a moment as he noticed her red, puffy eyes -evidence of the tears she'd been shedding before he barged in.

San's brow furrowed slightly, an unfamiliar feeling rising in his chest. He wasn't used to caring about anyone else's emotions, let alone a stranger's.

—You were crying —he said, the statement coming out more like an observation than a question.

Y/n froze, blinking rapidly. She hadn't expected him to notice -he was the one bleeding out in front of her, after all.

—I… it's nothing. Just a bad day.

—A bad day? —his voice held a hint of something she couldn't quite place… curiosity? Amusement? His gaze darkened as he watched her work, her delicate fingers moving swiftly despite the fear in her eyes.

He was used to seeing fear. He'd seen it in countless faces before, but it was different. Her fear wasn't for him -it was for herself, for something else entirely, like she was scared of hurting him more.

—What kind of bad day makes someone cry alone in an empty venue?

Y/n bit her lip, trying to suppress the tears threatening to return. This wasn't the time to break down again. Not in front of him.

—Work —she muttered—. It's… complicated.

His eyes narrowed as if weighing whether to push further, but then a wave of pain hit him, and he gritted his teeth, letting out a low groan.

Y/n's heart pounded as she moved in front of him, her hands trembling as she pressed the makeshift bandages against the wound in his side. She could feel the heat of his body when directly touching his torso, and the smell of blood lingered in the air.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and for a moment, everything seemed to still.

His gaze was locked on hers, unblinking, as if he could see straight through her. Those dark, intense eyes sent a shiver down her spine, and she found herself unable to look away.

—Thank you —he murmured, his voice softer now, almost intimate.

He reached up, his fingers brushing lightly against her wrist. The touch was subtle, yet it sent a surge of warmth up her arm, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

—You didn't have to help me.

She blinked, her pulse racing. Why does his touch feel like this?, she thought. She couldn't understand why that stranger -that dangerous, bleeding man- was making her feel so vulnerable, so exposed.

—It's not like I had a choice —she whispered, though she wasn't sure if that was entirely true.

She could have run, called for help, but something about him -something about the way he looked at her- had kept her there, as if she were drawn to him by an invisible force.

San's fingers lingered on her wrist for a second longer before he pulled away, his eyes still locked on hers. The tension between them thickened, and she could feel the air grow heavier. She had saved his life, but in doing so, she had become entangled in something much larger than herself.

—Your name —he said suddenly, his voice a low rasp—. What's your name?

Y/n hesitated for a split second, then answered softly:

—Y/n.

—Y/n… —he rolled her name over his tongue, as if tasting it, memorizing it. It sent a strange thrill through her, one she couldn't explain.

He took a deep breath, wincing slightly from the pain, but his gaze never left hers.

—I won't forget it —and he was so damn sure he meant it—. It's a beautiful name.

Something about the way he said it made her heart skip a beat. She wasn't sure if it was a promise or a warning, but she could feel it -a connection, sharp and undeniable, forming between them in that moment. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in the dimly lit room.

Then, without warning, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered.

—I owe you one.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing as his words sent a shiver down her spine. His closeness, the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze -it was all overwhelming. She should have felt afraid, but instead, she felt something else entirely.

Before she could respond, his hand gently cupped the side of her face, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. His touch was both gentle and possessive, as if he were claiming a piece of her in that moment.

—Don't cry for them —he murmured, his voice low and dangerous—. They don't deserve your tears.

Her breath hitched, and before she could process what was happening, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers. The kiss was brief, just a brush of warmth, but it ignited something deep inside her. A spark. A hunger she hadn't known existed.

When he pulled back, their eyes locked, both of them breathing heavily. In that moment, Y/n knew that she was no longer just a bystander in his world -she was a part of it now.

San's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if memorizing every detail of her face. Then, with a grunt of pain, he straightened up, his movements slow and deliberate. He adjusted his coat, his hand pressing against the wound one last time.

—I'll find you —he said quietly, his voice full of an unspoken promise. And with that, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving her standing there, her heart pounding in her chest.

She had been so lost in his aura, that she hadn't been aware of the car parked outside, and that San had called while she was in the bathroom making the napkins wet.

As the door closed behind him, Y/n stood frozen, her fingers brushing her lips where his had been. She should have been terrified, but all she could think about was the way he had looked at her -the intensity in his eyes, the way his touch had made her feel alive.

She didn't know his name. She didn't know what kind of danger he had just brought into her life. But one thing was certain:

She needed to see him again.

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moonwos · 3 months ago

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Bound by fate

･.｡.:*･ pedido de capa pessoal (22/08) para a maravilhosa da @xmaeve. Em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos créditos. Abra aí pra pegar uma melhor resolução, e tirando as teias do portfólio pra sumir depois 🤝

#moonwo #lgbtqia #capa para fanfic #capa wattpad #capa para wattpad #capa de fic #capa de fanfic #capa para fic #capa watt #capa design #design simples #banner de capítulo #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #seongjoong #pedido pessoal

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l-loserlover · 3 months ago

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Todas as suas (im)perfeições

pedido pessoal.

20/09/24

caso se inspire, dê os devidos créditos.

eu tava morrendo de saudades de uma capa de wattpad 🙈

#capa manipulada #capa manipulação #capa wattpad #capa para wattpad #wattpad cover #wattpad #wattpad covers #capa para fic #ateez #ateez fanfic #woosan

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halatzjoong · 8 months ago

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(a primeira está para doação!! alterações: titulo e user)

#design #capa para fanfic #fanfic #capa para wattpad #capa wattpad #capa manipulada #capa de fanfic #ateez #stray kids #halatzjoong #kpop

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portlicat · 2 months ago

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15.10 – dentro de campo: rivais... e lá fora?

capa entregue pelo @desiresdesigns, para @zelosnation

#diabolicat #capa de fanfic #capa spirit #ds #capa clean #capa romântica #capa divertida #capa e banner #capa dark #capa manipulada #tentativa de manipulação #manipulação #capa ateez #ateez #capa wattpad #capa para fanfic

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gukxcviie · 7 months ago

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↪ Gatinhos e um novo amor

09.06.2024

Para: @marsgrapphics

Dê os créditos em caso de inspiração 💛

#ateez #capa wattpad #capa de fanfic #gukxcviie #capa clean #capa fluffy #capa com manipulação #kpop edits #cover design #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #ibispaintx

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amazegallery · 25 days ago

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Capas entregues em novembro e dezembro pelos blogs @wonderfularchive e @stellaruniversestaff Post: 03/12/24

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seawithoutpearl · 10 months ago

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★ 'Vejo você na Avenida do Destino', pedido pessoal.

#capa de fanfic #capa para fanfic #capa #capista #capa para wattpad #yeosang #hongjoong #ateez

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gyustarzzi · 1 year ago

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ateez react to you flinching in a argument

☆ hongjoong

- was about to grab his jacket to leave after the argument which scared you when he lifted his hand up to grab it behind you - heart shattered when he saw you flinch - would try to apologize but couldn't because you already ran off to your room - leaves the house to collect his thoughts

" Please just..give me some time "

★ seonghwa

- when seonghwa was about to put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, it was so fast that it scared you a little - his anger quickly metls away when he sees you flinch - feels so bad that he starts to cry - you hug him instantly and you both apologize - you guys would go to bed and try to forget about it

" I would never hurt you in a million years, please don't think of me that way "

☆ yunho

- doesn't know how to feel when you flinch from his big movements - stands there staring at you with tears in his eyes - can't look you in the eyes because he thinks of himself as a monster - has to have you comfort him to calm him down

" I don't want you to think of me as a monster "

★ yeosang

- never usually gets angry so this is first time you've seen him yell at you - was trying to point out his opinion with hand gestures which freaked you out and made you flinch - he feels absolutley horrible since he made you feel that way - would try to comfort you as much as he can

" I know I might seem scary but the truth is, I could never lay a finger on you "

☆ san

- when he was running his fingers through his hair out of frustration - you flinch back covering your face - steps away from you since he doesn't want to hurt you/think he's going to hurt you - cries knowing he couldn't make you trust him - would hold you close when you hug

" I failed as a boyfriend and I'm sorry for that "

★ mingi

- since he has a loud voice he gets really loud in a argument, which kinda scares you - quiets down when he notices that you flinched - stares at you hurt like you just died - instantly apologizes and hugs you - cries in your embrace

" I don't know what got to me but I'm really sorry. Will you ever forgive me? "

☆ wooyoung

- he gets to carried away and can say some hurtful things and can get a little over hand - almost hits you which scares you, making you cover your head with your arms - when you tell him to leave he feels heartbroken yet hatred for hisself almost hurting you - would wait outside until you come out looking for him - cries like a baby when you guys lock eyes

" I thought I almost lost you, and I hate myself for almost hurting you"

★ jongho

- he's very muscular which scares you about what he could do - when he points his finger at you, you flinch covering your face - when you open your eyes he stands there motionless, almost like his soul has left his body - you hug him apologizing and saying that you knew he would never hurt you and that it was just a reflex - still can't get over it

" I could never hurt you, even if it was a big argument, I would never put my hands on you "

#ateez #reactions #wattpad repost #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #atiny #fanfiction #kpop #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gyustarzzi #preferences #ateez reactions #ateez preferences

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nightmare-niko · 26 days ago

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Guess [Jung Wooyoung x reader]

word count: 1958

a/n: based on the song by Charlie XCX- duh! pretend that for the sake of this story Woo has a lower back tattoo hehehe😋 this one’s pretty long lol

warnings: dom! Reader, smut!! Sub! Wooyoung, orgasm denial, overstimulation, some name calling (slut/whore) oral (m!rec)

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

It's no surprise that your boyfriend, Wooyoung was a huge tease. Some would even dare call him a slut, knowing him he probably enjoyed it too. Wooyoung was almost always looking for a way to get under your skin. Over the years of dealing with his antics, you've learned to ignore him when he acts up, and he hates it.

He hates that no matter how much he tries to get on your nerves, you give him no reaction. What did he expect you to do? Pull him away from his members and set him straight in a nearby bathroom every time he acted out?

That's exactly what he wanted you to do. And after trying (and failing) way too many times to get you to snap. Today was the day.

You knock lightly on the apartment door— alerting your boyfriend to your presence. The door swings open and you're quickly bombarded by a bone-crushing hug.

"The fun has arrived!" Wooyoung cheers, and you trudge behind him into the living room. “oh yeah Y/n’s here too.” He gestures over to you.

You playfully swat his arm as you take a seat, greeting Yeosang who stands chatting with San in the kitchen.

You spent many nights like this. Chilling with your boyfriend and friends was one of your favorite ways to spend your days off.

Usually, you'd just hang out in Wooyoungs room, but today he insisted on hanging out in the living room— who were you to say no to that?

You had almost missed what Wooyoung was wearing— loose sweatpants that hung extremely low on his hips, and a cropped shirt loosely hung on his torso. It wasn't unusual for him to dress a little more on the scandalous side. But this—

You watch as he makes his way over to you. A seductive sway to his hips and a mischievous glint in his eye, “I missed you baby~”

As he sat down beside you— you could perfectly see his lower back tattoo, in fact, in this outfit, you could pretty much see every one of his tattoos. Pretty slutty thing to wear around your friends but... What else to expect from Wooyoung?

“You saw me s few days ago,” you laugh softly. Cuddling into his side.

“That's too long, I was going through withdrawals.” He burrows his face into your neck, biting the area teasingly.

“Oh I'm sure,” you pull him away so you can lean in to leave a soft peck on his cheek.

He hums gently, hand hooking under your chin to capture your lips in a quick kiss. “I'm gonna get a drink, you want anything?”

It doesn't take long before he's walking back to you, two sodas in hand. As Wooyoung turns around to take a seat on the couch beside you, something else catches your eye. Poking over the top of his pants-- black lace panties. A pair you had bought him.

What on earth was he doing wearing those right now???

You felt yourself begin to zone out as your slut boyfriend cracks open his can and takes an obnoxiously loud sip.

“Hey we're gonna order food, you guys want anything?” You hear San call out from the kitchen. You think Wooyoung responds— you weren't paying attention.

How are you gonna get your boyfriend into his bedroom without his friends immediately noticing??

A warm hand on your thigh snaps you out of your trance, “You okay baby?”

"Hmm?" Your gaze snaps to his face "Why don't we go in your room?” you whisper to him.

How foolish of you to think he'd let it be that easy.

“My room? Why?” he questions, a bratty pout appearing on his lips. You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend, who just bats his eyeliner-smudged eyes at you. But before you can question him, Yeosang walks into the room. Which gives Wooyoung a perfect escape, calling him for a chat.

You were too busy thinking about everything you were gonna do to your boyfriend once you got him alone to pay any attention to the converstaion unraveling before you.

The way his cheeks flushed when you touched and teased him. How he whimpered when you lick and bite on the sensitive part of his neck. Damnit-- if you were alone you would have had his cock down your throat by now.

You let out a dramatically loud sigh. You hadn't even noticed that Yeosang made his way back out of the living room- leaving the two of you alone.

“What's on your mind, sweet thing? You keep zoning out on me." Wooyoung tucks a stray piece of hair away from your face. His voice is innocent, but the look in his eyes is anything but.

“Just tired, that's all.” You lie— if he wasn't budging, neither were you.

The two of you had picked a movie to watch while eating whatever food San had ordered. It wasn't like you were paying any attention to the movie though, all of your thoughts were occupied by whatever your boyfriend was up to.

On top of that, Wooyoungs hand didn't leave your thigh. Rubbing mindless circles, he was driving you crazy. While he did occasionally have his arm thrown over your shoulder, he knew better than to pull any kind of stunt in front of his friends.

You try to stay calm as your hand moves down on top of his. Giving it one harsh but quick squeeze to signal him to cut it out. You find yourself paying no attention to the conversations going on around you. You heard the guys talking, and you could hear something that sounded like your name, shit— was someone talking to you??

You looked around, your boyfriend was the only one looking "I'm sorry what?” You ask.

"You wanna go nap in my bed baby?" Wooyoung bats his long eyelashes at you. You nod silently, feigning tiredness so as to not cause suspicion. Standing up from the couch, he offers his hand out for you to take.

You drop the facade the second the door is closed behind you. “How stupid do you think I am, Wooyoung?” You put your hands on your hips, frustration finally bubbling out.

Wooyoung plops down onto his mattress, his shirt falling off of his shoulder seductivly. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Don't play dumb with me.” You step towards him, “You think I didn't see those pretty panties poking out from your pants?” You accuse.

He rolls his eyes, looking away from you. “What? I'm not allowed to wear clothes you got me?” He mumbles

“What if one of your little friends saw you, huh?” You grip him by the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him to look up at you. “How would you explain to them that you're just a pathetic little whore?”

You watch the blood rush up to his cheeks, “I am not--”

You scoff, “You know that if you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just asked~” You gently push him onto his back, climbing onto his lap. Bunching his shirt up to reveal his toned abs. You could feel him through your clothes— “What are we going to do with you?” you tut, kissing his neck and running your manicured fingers down his chest— leaving angry red marks in their wake.

He writhes under you, greedily searching for any kind of relief. He knew that the likeliness of you letting that happen was slim— but it didn't hurt to try.

“You know what happens when you misbehave, right?” You question. He shakes his head, “Use your words.” You bring your hand up to pinch at his hardened nipple.

“No! Please, baby I- I'm sorry!” He cries out.

You cock your head to the side, “sorry for what, baby?”

“I'm sorry for being bad— I won't do it again!” He whines, warm hands grabbing at your thighs.

You coo, “Oh it's too late for that now, my love. Sorry just isn't gonna cut it.”

“Just touch me! Please!” Wooyoung begs.

You giggle maliciously, “I am touching you silly.”

“Y/n please…”

“Do you really think I'm gonna let you have your way right now?”

You push yourself off of him so you can pull his sweatpants down. His hard cock lay leaking tucked into the lace panties. So worked up from virtually nothing.

Sure, you were just as needy as him right now. But were you going to give your boyfriend the satisfaction of knowing that? Hell no. You pull him out and run your thumb over his raging tip, causing him to moan loudly— so loudly you're sure his roommates could hear.

“Any louder and I might as well open the door for everyone to watch,” You taunt. “You know the rules baby,” You lazily stroke his cock, “no cumming until I say so~”

Wooyoung whines something unintelligible as you get to work on him. Licking a stripe up his length has him panting. You lazily tease him with your tongue— relishing in the way he falls apart completely while under you.

Sure this was technically a punishment. But you both knew that you were enjoying every bit of this equally. After all Wooyoung had planned for something of this nature to happen today, really it was just a matter of when.

You regain your focus on Wooyoung as his already high pitched noises become louder. He was close— but he wasn’t gonna tell you that. Not that he needed to, you could read him like a book. Stopping your actions, he curses in frustration

You sloppily kiss along his inner thighs, leaving bites whenever you please. You honestly didn’t care if you left marks… you never did.

Without warning your hands were back in his angry member. But instead of kitten licks, you take him fully into your mouth, tip touching the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” He yelps, hands gripping the bedsheets under him until his knuckles start to turn white. You can tell it’s taking all of his energy to not buck his hips up into you.

You hum lazily, “ do you like it like this, or should I go slower, baby?”

You swear he almost screams, "No! No please!”

"Wooyoung!” you take your hand from his away from his leaking cock. "I said keep your voice down. Do you want me to stop?”

“No baby please, i'll be so good, i'll be so quiet, i just need you—”

You groan, “you're so bratty today…” You go back to your motions of stroking him.

Oh how pretty the looked, completely ruined under you.

You begin trailing gentle kisses on his hips and thighs, leaving fresh red love bites in their place. Purposefully neglecting putting your lips where he really wants.

By now you've grown impatient. Suddenly you take him fully into your mouth. Your nose making contact with his pelvis. The weight of him in your mouth makes you groan. The vibrations making the man under you Curse incoherently. You pull back off of him until your lips are wrapped around his tip.

"Baby I think I'm gonna—” he cries out one last time before his hot seed spills in your mouth and down your throat.

You pull off of him with a loud pop. "You know next time you could just ask, right?”

Wooyoung sits up from his place on the bed, "oh but what's the fun in that?”

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