#ateez x gn!reader

[stayteezdreams]

Scenarios: First Realization of Love

Scenarios: First time they realize they love you + drabbles

Part One: Hongjoong/Yunho/Mingi Part Three: Yeosang/San/Jongho

Pairings: Park Seonghwa x Gn!Reader; Jung Wooyoung x Gn!Reader

A/N: I got two requests for the rest of the members with this Scenario (with one emphasizing on wanting Seonghwa and Wooyoung). So this will be for Seonghwa and Wooyoung, and then I will do a final part for the last three members.

Warnings: Kisses in both.

Words: Seonghwas: ~1.2k; Wooyoungs: ~1.1k ; Total: ~2.2k

Seonghwa:

When he thought you were in a relationship...

You had suddenly begun acting different and he couldn't help but notice.

You were keeping a secret, which was weird, you never kept secrets from him.

Called you one day to see if you wanted to hang out.

You whispered into the phone that you were busy and it would have to wait.

He could hear someone talking in the background, it sounded like a guy.

His heart started hammering in his chest as his mind raced.

'Are you on a date?' 'Did you have a boyfriend?'

He convinced himself he was overreacting, you might be doing something for work.

But then it happened again!

He wanted to hang out again a few days later, on the weekend, when both of you were free.

Yet, you were "busy". With something you apparently couldn't, or didn't want to tell him about.

Thinking more about the fact you might be with another guy made his chest tight. Sitting down to relax, he started to wonder.

'Why am I so upset about them being with another guy? I should be supportive right?'

The more he thought about you with someone else though, the more he felt jealousy, worry and fear filling him.

Then it hit him.

It was because he was jealous, he was worried, he was afraid. That you would be with someone that wasn't him.

Unable to deal with the fact that he might lose you now that he just figured out he wanted to be with you as more than a friend, he was off and on his way to your apartment.

When Seonghwa got to your apartment, only for you to not answer he cursed himself, just now remembering that you weren't event home. You said you were out so you couldn't hang out.

Sighing to himself, he resolved to wait. He needed to see you, to tell you how he felt. So he would wait here, for as long as he needed too.

After pacing for what felt like forever, reciting everything he wanted to say to you, he grew tired, and sat down in front of your door.

Finally hearing someone approach, he looked up to see you walking towards your door. Your steps slowed as you noticed him, your face contorting with confusion and worry at Seonghwa's slumped figure in front of your door.

Seonghwa's eyes fell to the bags in your hand. Did whoever you were with take you shopping? He could do that too, he could spoil you if thats what you wanted.

Kind of hiding the bags behind your back you approached Seonghwa. "Seonghwa? What are you doing here, what's wrong?"

As he rose from the ground, everything he had planned to say to you vanished from his mind. He stared blankly at you for a moment as he swallowed, before stuttering out a single question.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

You blinked a few times. "Huh?"

He glanced down at the bags, "You've been secretive lately, and haven't been able to see me. I just wondered, if maybe..."

"If I was in a relationship and wasn't telling you about it?" You completed his thoughts for him.

He nodded and you saw the guilt and worry in his face. Your heart began pounding at his reaction to his own worries.

"I wouldn't do that Seonghwa."

His eyes seemed to brighten a bit, "So...you're not?"

You let out a soft laugh as you pulled out your keys and began unlocking your door. "I am not in a relationship."

He couldn't keep the relieved smile off of his face as the weight on his chest lightened. He followed you inside and you set your bags on the couch with a sigh.

"But I was keeping something from you."

He frowned and you smiled softly, "I wasn't going to tell you until your birthday, but since you got yourself all worked up..." You reached into one of the bags before pulling out a large Lego set, one that Seonghwa recognized immedietely.

It had been a limited addition one he wanted desperately. It was only available in stores, and you had to queue up physically to get it, which in his position was not a good idea.

His eyes sparkled in realization and he looked at you with a bright smile. You smiled, "Happy Birthday Seonghwa."

Approaching you, he took the box out of your hand, set it on the couch and embraced you. You let out a soft huff of air in surprise as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. Your heart was pounding at his reaction, but you slowly hugged him in return.

"So the secret activities you were out doing, and the whispered phone calls were all because you were trying to get this for me?"

You nodded with a soft chuckle, "Took me three different stores and hours of queuing. But it was worth it."

He let out a soft sigh, "I thought I lost you."

You hummed, "What do you mean? Did you think that if I got a boyfriend I would drop you or something?"

He continued to rest his head on your shoulder, "Yes...No. I thought..." trailing off, he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

They were glossy and you saw emotion behind them you had only ever seen reflected in your own eyes in the past.

Leaning forward he pressed an unexpected, and soft kiss to your lips before pulling away again. "I thought I had lost you."

You were shocked, staring blankly at him for a moment before you took in a soft breath.

"Seonghwa, I- I..." You stuttered out, uncertain of how to respond.

He smiled softly as he gently brushed his fingers across your cheek. "I thought I lost you to someone else before I could ever be with you. Not just as your friend, but as your boyfriend. I'm sorry it took me until now, until I thought I lost you, to realize how much I wanted you all to myself."

You bit the inside of your cheek, so many thoughts rushing through your mind without knowing how to react. Relief, excitement, and shyness all rushed over you as you stepped forward and pressed your face into his neck. You were overwhelmed with the sudden confession and Seonghwa could see it all over your face.

He gently cupped the back of your head as he pressed a soft kiss to your head before whispered into your ear. "I can't really tell if you are accepting my feelings or not."

You chuckled into his shoulder as you nodded, before pulling away. "I am. I'm just..." You let out a bewildered chuckle "I wasn't expecting it."

He smiled as he cupped your face again. "I'll give you time to process it." Leaning forward and he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, smiling at the way it obviously made you feel shy.

Taking your hand in his he chuckled softly. "How about we talk it over while building this." He tapped the box and you chuckled and nodded.

"Okay."

He grinned at you as he squeezed your hand. "Okay."

Wooyoung:

When you cooked especially for him...

Wooyoung had been so busy recently with the groups upcoming album that he had been surviving off of snacks and take-out.

You noticed this, and knew how much he loved a home-cooked meal.

So you decided to surprise him one day when he actually got off practice early.

You went to his dorm (you have a key) and made him all his favorite dishes, ready to surprise him.

Wooyoung was tired, as usual, but had promised to hang out with you tonight. And no matter how tired he was, he would not cancel on you.

He missed you.

He hadn't been able to see you apart from the occasional coffee break when he had free time the last week or two.

You said you would meet him at his dorm, but when he saw no sign of you he was disappointed, the excitement of seeing you having built up on his ride home.

Entering his dorm, he was immediately smacked with an abundance of amazing smells.

His stomach immediately woke up as hungry quickly filled him.

Walking into the kitchen in curiosity. His eyes landed on you as you were chopping up some vegetables.

Looking up, your eyes caught his before a bright grin spread across your face.

"You're back! Hungry?"

Wooyoung's eyes stuck to you, as though he was seeing the most beautiful piece of artwork to exist.

His heart skipped and his breath caught.

Were those butterflies in his stomach?

You were wearing one of his aprons, some unknown smears on it, as well as a few spots on your face.

The grin and bright-eyed look you gave him felt as though he was feeling the sun for the first time in years.

Finally his eyes dropped to the table, where various ingredients and dishes sat.

"Wh-what is this?" He finally muttered out, an incredulous smile forming on his face.

"Dinner! You told me you haven't been eating very well recently, and you wanted to hang out so I thought I might as well cook for us, then you can do both!"

Wooyoung set down his bag as he approached, looking at all the familiar dishes, some he taught you how to make. Seeing the smile on your face as you continued he couldn't look away from you.

"This wont take much longer, go clean up!"

"This is a lot, don't you want help?"

You shook your head fervently before shooing him "Go go, I got it."

Wooyoung reluctantly made his way to his room, looking back almost the whole time to watch you, his heart fluttering in his chest as his neck and ears burned.

Wooyoungs exhaustion took a back seat as excitement and infatuation took over. He always wondered if his feelings for you were stronger than friendship. Sometimes the lines blurred when you two were together, when the tension felt different. But neither of you acted, and he never fully tried to figure it out. Fear of it being unrequited, or ruining your friendship caused him to avoid acknowledging it completely.

But now, how his body and mind were reacting, he knew for sure, he was in love with you. He probably had been for years.

After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, Wooyoung came back into the kitchen to find you setting everything up.

You grinned over at him, "Good timing!"

Wooyoung approached you from behind before wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you, pressing his face into your neck.

He felt your body freeze and stiffen against him, your heart beating faster, before relaxing as you chuckled.

"What is this?"

"You cooked for me."

You chuckled, "Yes."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you want to help me finish setting it out?"

He shook his head, "No. Not yet."

You stood still, waiting for him to let go, your heart pounding and ears burning hot. When he didn't move you let out a soft giggle as you lightning pushed against him, "Wooyoung."

He whined in your ear and wrapped his arms around you tighter, causing your heart rate to only spike again. You knew he was touchy, you often found him cuddling against you, but this was a bit much. You couldn't handle the extended contact, your heart racing too much.

"I love you."

His voice was soft, a whisper that almost went unheard by you. You froze, "Wh-what?"

He had told you he loved you before, he was your best-friend, it wasn't unusual. You always said it back, because of course you loved him too. But he would never know you loved him a little but differently.

For some reason, the tone of his voice, the emotion behind it this time, felt different. You swallowed telling yourself it was just the same Wooyoung you tapped his arm gently. "I love you too, now let go so we can eat."

Suddenly spinning you around to face him he pulled you into his chest, holding you firmly. "No. Not until you understand what I mean."

Your chest was tight, heart beating crazy, breath uneven. "What?"

His mouth brushed your ear as he spoke again, "I love you. I'm in love with you."

As your chest began to tighten you found yourself unable to breath. Wooyoung pulled away from you and gently gripped your arms as he moved his face to rest his forehead against yours, your noses brushed as your eyes met.

You took in a sharp breath, "For how long?" You asked, your voice a whisper.

"A long time, I think. It's been slowly building up, but I can't push it away anymore. I don't want too."

"And if I don't feel the same?"

You saw his eyes waver before he spoke slowly. "Then I'll wait until you do."

"And...if I do feel the same?"

A soft smile ghosted his lips, "Then I will never let you go."

There was a moment of silence, as tension built between you before you finally whispered in response,

"Promise?"

His eyes brightened at this, telling him not only you did feel the same, but you wanted to be with him. A smile spread across his face before he quickly leaned in and kissed you. The kiss was short, but intense, when he pulled away you could tell it was reluctant.

He met your eyes again with a bright smile. "I promise."

xx End xx

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[asherthehimbo]

Older brother Hongjoong comforting you after a nightmare

notes: Nothing abt reader is specified, reader is adopted, age 15/16

warnings: mentions of nightmares, reader has traumatic experiences with their old family, reader has some sort of trauma regarding an older brother, meantion of panic/ anxiety attacks, sh kind of? reader scrathes their neck during a panic attack, not a warning, but the reader has an attachment to a stuffy, Hongjoongs kind of feels guilt, the reader being uncomfortable being acknowledged/ thanked for gifts

His parents had adopted you about a year before he debuted with Ateez. You were 9 at the time, and he remembers his mother calling him to tell him the news. You had been the kid of an old high school friend of hers who died a while ago, and recently something happened that caused you to be taken away from your family.

Hongjoong didn't pry. His mother clearly didn't want to talk about it. He guessed you would tell him when the time was right. Only now, it's six years later, and Hongjoong still doesn't know the full story. What he does know is that if he ever runs into your biological big brother, his career as an idol won't still be intact after what he'd do to that man.

Hongjoong had first met you 2 months after his parents took you in. He had been living at the dorms, and since his group would debut soon, he was quite busy. The members had all been given time off, and he was very nervous to meet you. Of Course he's seen pictures, he gets updates from his mom once every week, but he's never actually spoken with you except for the video call where you were sat with his mother as she talked about all the happenings at the time.

Hongjoong didn't know how to interact with children, especially nine year olds who were clearly traumatized. He decided that the best course of action was to give you a plushie upon your first meeting. It hadn't been anything special, a black, grey and white bunny, according to his mother you liked darker colors, hated anything too bright.

Ever since he gifted it to you, Hongjoong doesn't think he's seen you anywhere without it. Even at the age of 15, you take it with you everywhere, and Hongjoong finds it adorable. Pictures posted on your friends' social media accounts (you refuse to post anything yourself, and Hongjoong needs some way to keep himself updated on your life, so he follows the two close friends you have), the dinner table, when your family goes to get him at the airport. The stuffie is always with you, hidden or in plain sight. It's always there. According to his mother, you had named it Topaz. He cried when she told him.

You didn't talk to Hongjoong, from what he knows you don't talk much at all, you're homeschooled and have two friends, at first he was worried you may have some sort of speech impediment, until his mother told him that you were just a very quiet kid, even at the age of nine. For two years, the only words he would ever hear from you were soft greetings or thank you's when he did something for you. The part that broke his heart was the fact that he's heard you apologize more than anything else, even for things you couldn't control.

You were 12 when he realized the extent of what your previous family had done to you. He had been home after a comeback, and there was a soft knock at his door right before he went to bed. When he opened his door, nobody was there but looking down he found a letter and a tiny keychain replica of the bunny stuffie he gifted you. The letter was short and simple, congratulating him on the success of their recent comeback, and an apology that you couldn't vocally express the excitement you felt for him.

He had gone to your room after he received the gifts and knocked on your door, letter in hand. He wanted to have a conversation with you, wanted to become closer. When you opened the door, you looked so frightened. There were tear marks on your cheeks, eyes wildly analyzing his frame as if he was some sort of threat. He brought his hand up to try and get your attention, opened his mouth to speak but before he could you had screamed.

It was such a terrible sound. You had fallen to the floor, scratching your neck, hyperventilating, and you muttered out apologies and begged him not to hurt you. He didn't know what to do. Luckily, his father did. The man had sent Hongjoong to his mother and guided you deeper into your room before closing the door.

Hongjoongs mother had, through tears, explained to him that when you got like this, when you had your panic attacks, his father was the only one allowed around you, he knew how to calm you down. When Hongjoong explained what happened, she had told him you don't like being thanked for a gift. You had a fear that you would be punished if the gift wasn't good enough. His mother had worked out a system and gave you a star sticker every time you did something for them. You seemed to enjoy that.

She had told Hongjoong that the keychain he received was one you made yourself, led him to a room that he recognized as your study, where you would usually take classes, showed him all the art materials you had, from paint, to fabric, to beads for jewelry. She told him that when you heard Hongjoong liked art forms, you had become interested as well and found your passion for it along the way. She also showed him pictures she took of you working late into the night to make this keychain for him. She showed him all the previous attempts that you threw away because they weren't good enough. He had no idea you put in all this effort for him, only for him to be the cause of your panic attack, and that broke him completely.

"[Name]'s been through a lot. They're quiet because there was a time they needed to be. They admire you more than you know Joong, but they're too scared to show it. Scared that you will laugh at them. Its hard, but you have to let them come to you. Let them acknowledge you first."

Hongjoong did exactly that. Your gifts had started to become more frequent after the incident, a letter of a creation you made given to him every time he came home. He had boxes he kept them in. He would also take photos of them, write the date at the back of the printed out polaroid, and put the photos in a binder. He takes the box and binder with him to the dorms every time he goes back so that he can remember you.

He figured out a system of his own, much like his mothers star sticker, he started giving you bunny stickers, different expressions and sizes of the animal would be left at your door every time you gifted him something.

He remembers the morning after he had first given you one you had walked into the living room and sat next to him with a smile on your face. It was probably the happiest he'd ever seen you be.

You two had settled into this routine. You never got too close to him, always being next to him but making sure to leave space between you. He was fine with that, never the most physically affectionate person.

All of this was what made the moment that you finally asked him for help so much more precious. It had been late, Hongjoong was visiting home, it was about twelve pm he was cooped up in his room working on an idea he had for a track until he heard a knock at the door.

That was weird, you had already given him something this visit, nevertheless he waited a few moments, to allow you to go back to your room as you always did, before walking to the door to open it. Only instead of looking down at a creation you had made, he looks at you.

You're looking at him with glossy eyes, red and puffy showing that you were crying. You were shaking, clutching onto Topaz for dear life. Hongjoong didn't know what to do. You both just stood there until he slowly reached out his hand to pet your head. He didn't miss the way you flinched, but he relished in the way you melted into his touch.

"Can I sit with you while you work?" Your voice is cracked, clear signs that you had been crying a lot longer than he thought. He turned around and walked into his room, motioning for you to follow. You grabbed his hand, and Hongjoong swore his heart would beat out of his chest.

He knew this wasn't the right time. Something was very clearly bothering you, but his little sibling is actually seeking him out for something. His little sibling is holding his hand!

He had sat down by his desk, pulling up another chair for you. You had sat down in silence next to him, clutching Topaz and watching as he explained what he was doing to calm you down. It worked. Soon enough, the fear you had felt earlier had lessened. You were safe with Hongjoong. He was kind.

"Oh, are you sleepy? it is 2 am already, we should probably get you to bed" You didn't want to go, he was safe, you didn't wanna leave the safe space, but you wouldn't push to stay here. You never pushed for anything you wanted. It only ended in hurt.

Hongjoong was observent, though. He noticed your hesitance. "Hey, you know, walking all the way down the hallway to your room is gonna take soooooo long. Why don't you just sleep here? we can have like a fun little sleepover?"

You knew Hongjoong was lying. Your room was barely 5 feet away from his own, but you wanted to stay here with him. You nodded your head in agreement before he led you to the bed. "Do you wanna talk about it? Why you're here?" Hongjoong questioned through the dark.

"Had a bad dream. Safe brother got taken away by the bad one. I wanted to make sure you were still here." You mumbled sleepily, curling up to Hongjoongs' side, clutching his arm instead of Topaz. "Brother is safe, good. Don't want him to take you away."

Those were the last words you said before dozing off. You called him brother, for the first time in 6 years you called him brother and Hongjoong could feel the water well in his eyes. You called him safe. You felt safe with him. While he didn't know who you were referring to that would take him away, he would make sure it never happened.

"Brother is here, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be by your side forever. I'll protect you from the bad one"

notes: wrote this cause ive been having nightmares and missing my older sibling lately, it was supossed to be headcannons for all the members, but Hongjoong's part ran so long I decided to just leave it as is, might make another one with another member. Feedback is appreciated!

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[03jyh23]

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☕️┆more than just coffee

kim hongjoong x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where hongjoong finally makes a move

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none

│roulette prompt 4 + hongjoong

You were sprawled across the sofa in Hongjoong's studio. Being his best friend meant regular visits to his studio were mandatory - especially when armed with his favorite iced coffee. Though if anyone asked you, the coffee was just a bonus - you were the real gift, a fact you never failed to remind him whenever he pretended to be annoyed by your surprise appearances.

"...and the deadline is in two days! TWO DAYS! How am I supposed to finish this track when the company keeps changing their mind about the direction?" Hongjoong ran his fingers through his blue hair, sprawling on his chair.

You watched him with a small smile playing on your lips, finding his passionate rant endearing. His dedication to his work was one of the things you admired most about him.

Mid-rant, he caught your expression and stopped abruptly. "What?" he asks as your smile only widens, making him suddenly self-conscious. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

You smile. "You're just really cute when you talk."

Hongjoong's face flushes a deep red, and he quickly spins his chair back to face his computer screen. "I-I'm not cute," he mutters, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink. "And stop distracting me, I need to work."

You got up from the sofa. "Alright, if you really want me to go..." you tease as you take your bag.

Hongjoong's head snaps up immediately, his eyes widening. "Wait, no - I didn't mean..." He trails off, looking torn between his work and not wanting you to leave. "Just... stay a bit longer? Please?"

"Only if you'll agree that you are cute," you say as you come close to him, ruffling his blue fringe. It always surprised you how he maintained his hair so soft while bleaching it at least twice a month. He takes your wrist, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want you thinking I'm cute," he almost whispers, tone suddenly serious as the atmosphere changes. "Y/N... do you really see me only as your cute friend?"

Your heart skips a beat at his question, at the intensity in his gaze as he still holds your wrist. The playful atmosphere from moments ago has shifted into something charged with unspoken feelings. You open your mouth to answer, but the words catch in your throat.

"What do you mean?" you ask softly, though your racing heart tells you that you know exactly what he means.

Hongjoong's grip on your wrist loosens, but he doesn't let go. His thumb traces small circles on your skin, "I mean... when you look at me, when you come here with coffee and make me laugh even on my worst days, when you stay despite my workaholic tendencies... what do you feel?"

You let out an awkward laugh, the sound coming out more like a puff of air than anything else. Your heart is thundering in your chest.

"I..." you start, trying to find the right words while fighting the urge to deflect with humor like you usually do. Your palms are sweaty, and you're terrified of ruining years of friendship with what you might say next. "I come here because..." you pause, swallowing hard. "Because I like being around you, you’re my best friend..." The last part comes out barely above a whisper, and you can't quite meet his eyes.

Hongjoong's hands tighten slightly around your wrist, and you can feel him tense at your words. "Best friend," he repeats, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. "Fuck it," he mutters, rising from his chair abruptly. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you closer, leaving barely any space between you. His eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "Maybe this will change your mind," he whispers, and before you can process what's happening, he closes the remaining distance.

His lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, soft and hesitant at first, as if he's giving you a chance to pull away. But when you respond by sliding your hands up to his shoulders, he deepens the kiss, one hand moving to cup your face while the other wraps around your waist.

You pull back, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. "Well," you say with a nervous laugh, "I don't remember this being in the friendship contract. Did we miss a clause somewhere?"

Hongjoong rolls his eyes, giving you a light push. "Really? That's what you're going with right now?" He drops back into his chair, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout. "Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you make dad jokes."

"It's part of my charm," you say, but your voice wavers slightly, still affected by the kiss.

"You're impossible," he mutters, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching, fighting a smile.

"I like you too," you blurt out suddenly, making Hongjoong freeze. "And not just as a friend. I... I've liked you for a while now."

His eyes light up, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "Yeah?" he asks softly, reaching for your hand.

"Yeah," you confirm, intertwining your fingers with his. "Though I have to warn you, the coffee deliveries might get more expensive now that we're dating."

Hongjoong's eyebrows shoot up, and he gives you an incredulous look. "Oh, so we're dating now? Just like that?" He leans back in his chair with an amused smirk. "I don't remember being asked on a proper date yet. The audacity!"

You laugh, squeezing his hand. "Are you saying you want me to woo you, Kim Hongjoong?"

"I'm just saying," he says with an exaggerated sniff, "that a person of my caliber deserves at least a proper dinner invitation before being claimed as someone's boyfriend."

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes fondly. "Kim Hongjoong, would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe somewhere that serves better coffee than what I bring you?"

His face breaks into that bright smile you love so much. "Now was that so hard?" he teases, pulling you closer. "And for the record, no coffee tastes better than the ones you bring me."

You pull him into another kiss, softer this time, filled with all the unspoken feelings you've held back for so long. When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his, both of you wearing matching grins. "So, about that date..." you start, but Hongjoong's already reaching for his coat.

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[blutyuyu]

a wife’s wooyoung’s duties

in which the only thing that can ease your tense shoulders after a long day at work is the comforting sight of your wif— i mean, uh, your boyfriend, cooking up his famous seaweed soup

pairing — clingy!bf!wooyoung x tired!reader

word count — about 1k

genre — fluff, suggestive at the very end (?)

details — long haired wooyoung (teehee), wooyoung being wooyoung (freaky and handsy), reader is kinda on autopilot but wooyoung helps them out of it, open ended closing but it’s implied they get freaky (!!!!)

a/n — not proofread but i hope you enjoy my first fic on here !!! lmk how i can improve and what i should write next, asks are open :3

it’s been a long day. longer than the recent shifts it seems, ever so present in your bleary eyes and slouched posture. while stumbling your way onto your floor of your apartment building, bright fluorescent lights do little to aid your blooming headache. a harsh blink manages to refresh your groggy mind as you trudge down the familiar worn down carpet of the hallway. your feet start to slow down in stride as the plain door of your apartment comes into view from down the hallway. a soft smile paints your features as relief inches closer by the second, a sweet release that you can find no judgement in: your home.

with a jingle of your keys and a swift twist of the wrist, your brows finally relax and you all but melt into the floor; exhaling all your pent up stress into the welcoming ambient lighting of your apartment, where a busied wooyoung yells to you over the slight commotion of the kitchen.

“babe? you home finally?” he leans away from the simmering pot in front of him, straining his ear to hear a response. when his call falls on deaf ears, he eyes the pot briefly before stepping away completely to find you lazily kicking your shoes off onto the welcome mat. he looks you up and down with a playful scoff, hands on his hips as you drop your weight onto the wooden floor with a hefty sigh. heavy eyes pry themselves open to silently greet the man before you, not being able to help but crack a smile at the familiar sight.

“hiii,” he all but coos at you, scooting closer to retrieve your work belongings and set them aside for you, “c’mon, dinners almost ready.” he smoothed a hand over your back, as if he was consoling an upset child. he knew better than to expect a response when a few seconds of back rubs later you hoisted yourself up from the floor and was essentially dragged into the kitchen, leaving any remaining thoughts of work at the door.

wooyoung barely managed to slow his stride as you both shuffled into the small tile-covered area. his calloused fingers brushed a stray hair from your face before pressing a soft kiss to your temple, the softest smile gracing his features before he gestured to the pot, “soup for dinner.” he seemed to find it funny, and you couldn’t deny him that, your faint smile growing into a wider one. he was always good at taking you away from your thoughts, very welcomed after such a suffocating day at work, the labor-induced strain slowly but surely loosening its grip from your shoulders.

wooyoung gave your face a once over, face scrunching into an understanding smile once he found that you weren’t particularly in a mood to talk right now. he was alright with that. “if you wanna sit at the table, dinners about to be ready n’ then I get to have you all to myself,” his words quieted into a whisper, dawning his usual playful smirk before pressing another peck to your lips. a soft giggle bubbled up from his chest, vibrating against your lips.

———

wooyoung let out a rather loud, satisfied groan, rubbing his stomach as he slouched back in his chair. “damn,” you softly chuckle from across the table, eyeing his now emptied bowl in front of him, “was it good?” he gave a content smile, slowly nodding, his face resembling a slice of freshly made bread.

rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you finished up the last of your bowl, almost subconsciously standing from the table and going to put both of your dishes into the sink. you turned on the sink, the cool water wetting your hands as it cascaded down to sweep up the left over debris from the soup. suddenly, warm arms wrapped around your front, followed by a firm chest against your back. you welcomed the embrace, but went on with your duties even as wooyoung nuzzled his defined nose into the back of your neck, your insistence to keep up with chores eliciting an impatient whine from the man behind you.

“yes?” you softly asked, suds of soap foaming in the sink, trailing up your hands. he answered with silence as he saw your hands still working to scrub the bowls, instead relying on his actions just this once. he turned the water back on, softly rinsing your hands and the bowls, almost impatiently setting the dishes into the drying rack before snatching up the nearest towel to pat down your hands. you watched him in curiosity, eyes honing in on the veins that deliciously decorated his forearms as they flexed, continuing to dry your hands.

only when your hands were rid of water did he speak, “sorry if you didn’t hear me earlier, but i was kinda looking forward to having you all to myself.” he scrunched up his face as if it was a question, tilting his head. your mouth opened, an equally sassy statement on the tip of your tongue but quickly stifled as wooyoung held a finger to your eager mouth, “dishes can wait, hell just let me do it, but you’ve had a long day, no?” his hands rested at your shoulders, massaging the tense muscle beneath his fingers. you fell speechless, slowly nodding in response, the sensation of his hands making you want to melt into his arms.

his features softened at the sight of yours. his sweet baby didn’t even know what well earned rest they continued to deprive themself of. every instance of this even when you were simply friends never sat well with him, and he was determined to be the one to remind you of your worth every time.

“i guarantee i’m better at hogging your time than some stupid chores.” his lips ghosted past your ear, a soft chuckle slipping from his mouth as his hands moved down to massage your sides. he could feel your need to let go, and here he was to catch you after he made you fall head over heels for him all over again.

a/n — YAYY first fic done !! ik this ending was kinda abrupt but lmk ur thoughts !! (pretty please) see u soon !!!!!

[woncon]

➳ sick duty.

➶ poly!ateez x gn!reader (yungisang focus) ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ Yunho is sick, and you and Yeosang are on sick duty. When the others still haven't arrived with jelly, you decide to go to the nearest shop in the raging storm and buy some, because Yunho really wants them.

➴ genre: slice of life, sickfic, estabilished relationship, polyamory, non-idol!au

: ̗̀➛ warnings: yungisang focus, but everyone gets screen time, poor yunho has a fever, one sexually suggestive offer, petnames, nudity

⌨ :: 3.5K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ This idea came to me when I saw a double rainbow in early June while listening to Golden Hour Pt1. It was supposed to play in the summer, but I never got to the end. Now autumn came and I decided to write it. But in this rainy, gloomy weather it seemed better to set it in a more autumnal setting. That changed my basic idea a lot, but I'm happy with it as it is.

⁀➷ My lovely @wonsheep, I'm still sorry the rain poured on you so heavily on Wednesday. :( But it was very motivating, as you can see. Many thanks for reading through the story and founding my silly mistakes!

➳ mlist

I'm hot.

I want tea.

I'm cold.

The sickly season of the autumn-winter months spares no one. Yunho, who is hard to dislodge from whatever well-endowed giraffe's legs he has, is now curled up in the middle of the bed, disconsolate because he didn't pull on a thick enough scarf, or was carelessly underdressed in the living room, or simply spent too much time around a co-worker who has been lurking with some virus. Whichever the case, the poor guy is in a terrible mood.

"I want medicine," he whispers his next wish.

You look at your watch.

“One more hour before you can take the next one,” you say, brushing his hair away to touch his sweat beaded forehead. It's still as warm as underfloor heating.

Frustrated, he rolls to the side and buries his head fully into the pillow. You drop your hands back into your lap, helpless. It's simply exasperating to watch him suffer, to listen to his snotty, ragged breathing mix with the rain beating against the window.

“Do you want something to help?” you ask, when he turns to you again and raises his feverish eyes to you. The skin around his nose is flushed from all the blowing.

“Jelly.”

Yunho is convinced that jelly sweets can help him. Or at least when he's sick, he likes to eat sweets. Other times, not so much. Unfortunately, you guys weren't prepared for Yunho being sick in the near future. Plus, there's a storm brewing, the kind you haven't seen in a long time. It's been raining steadily for a week now, sometimes more, sometimes less. The others went to do the shopping with the car, leaving Yunho behind with the promise to bring him some jelly. He responded with a small, grateful smile.

Now, looking at his tortured expression, you would give a lot to see that smile again, the hope in his eyes. You reach out and take his hand. You sigh. Gently, slowly, you caress the back of his hand, knowing how sensitive he is to touch when he has a fever. You don't want to overdo it and hurt him, but at the same time you want to let him know physically that you're there for him.

"It's on the way." You really hope it is. The last time Jongho called, they were already at the checkout. Your youngest friend boasted that they were bringing five full bags of jelly beans. That was about twenty minutes ago. No news since then. It bothers you that you can't offer an immediate solution to Yunho's every wish.

Before Yunho can ask any more questions, the door opens. Yeosang arrives with a tray holding a steaming mug and something wrapped in napkins that you can't identify yet. With cautious steps, he moves to the other side of the bed among some discarded clothes - because Yunho didn't want to shower this morning, just threw everything off the bed he'd chosen as his regular place - and then takes a seat, placing the tray safely on the bedside table, gently moving Seonghwa's half-finished book.

“I've brought the tea," he says to Yunho. "And I found some biscuits to go with it."

Interested, the patient moves up on the pillow, but still looks vulnerable. Yeosang holds the cup in his hand and gives the man small sips. Meanwhile, you get up and gather up the laundry strewn around the bed and take it to the bathroom. On the way, you hear a conversation emanating from the kitchen, from which you hear the word 'jelly bean' clearly spoken at one point. So after throwing the laundry in the hamper, you go to the kitchen instead of the bedroom. The room is filled with the smell of hot water and tea leaves. Mingi is putting away the tea ingredients. The call is already finished, his phone is on the counter.

Originally, Mingi wouldn’t be on sick duty today. Today's subordinates are you and Yeosang, Mingi just didn't want to leave the apartment in this crazy weather and he’s helping you instead. It's not like this sick duty thing is strict in your relationship, and it's set in stone that Mingi can only nurse Yunho on Mondays and Fridays and holidays or anything. That said, there are rules. For example, Mingi usually only needs one nurse when he gets a cold or something more serious, but at such times it is Yunho for most of the time. Then there's Jongho, who, if he falls ill, no matter what the schedule, has all eight of you at his disposal twenty-four hours a day. Or, again, there's Seonghwa, who hides the fact that he's sick until it's too obvious, and you're all freaking out as to why he won't let you take care of him.

Yunho usually hardly gets sick. When he does, even a mild cold will get him down. And when he is ill, he's even fussier than the sick Wooyoung, and only one lover has a hard time coping with his demands. Usually two people are enough to care for him if there are jelly beans nearby. Which, for now, there aren’t.

“Are they on their way home?” you ask Mingi, who's packing honey. 

"It's worse downtown than here," he says. "The traffic's bad. They're just moving towards home inch by inch."

You both look out of the window, and the tapping of the rain remains as unrelenting as the fever that plagues Yunho.

“Is the tea to his liking?”

“I'm sure of it,” you smile at him. Mingi is usually insecure when it comes to Yunho's well-being. You suspect that the boy's illness was a more significant reason for Mingi to stay home than his desire not to get wet. “But you can ask him.”

You return to the bedroom with Mingi at your side. You remind yourself that this room now functions as a ward. The patient is huddled near the edge of the bed, munching on biscuits soaked in tea, so that they don't scratch his throat.

“It's not jelly,” he mutters, then pulls away from Yeosang and lies back on the upholstered cushions.

You look at Yeosang. Your theory is that you're thinking the exact same thing. If jelly beans are the only thing that helps your boyfriend, you'll do anything to get them. You're even willing to go to the convenience store in the pouring rain, because when you are on sick duty, Yunho mustn't lack anything.

"We'll go and get jelly beans," you say. Yeosang nods his head in commitment.

“We'll go?” Mingi looks terrified. “All of us?”

You can't leave Yunho alone in this state. It's a good thing that Mingi is here, in addition to Yeosang and you, ready for action, and not stuck in traffic with the others downtown. 

“No. You stay here with Yunho and look after him.”

Mingi continues to blink. 

“We'll be quick, don't worry, you don't have to multitask. Yuyu will probably fall asleep soon.”

"It's not me I'm worried about," he protests, "You'll get wet and cold."

"The store is not far away. We won't have enough time in the rain to freeze to death."

Yeosang wraps Yunho in a blanket and kisses him on the head.

"Mingi?" The man folded in a burrito addresses the worried individual.

“Yes?”

“Gimme a hug.”

Mingi doesn't resist, but climbs onto the bed, swapping places with Yeosang, who pats his shoulder as he passes. Before you even leave the room, you hear Mingi apologize and ask for Yunho's forgiveness.

Yeosang sticks the umbrella out the door. Just a little to test how much it rains. There's really barely any surface out, but the wind immediately grabs it and tugs it further. He pulls it back in time before the umbrella swings out or the wind wins, and you close the door with a great struggle, which also wants to jump off its hinges from the violent gusts of wind.

“I think this will stay here,” Yeosang says, and then drops the solid black umbrella behind you.

You zip up your raincoat. It occurs to you that maybe Mingi is right, and you'll be so wet you'll get stuck in a puddle of icy water. Yet the idea doesn't discourage you, doesn't make you stay, because Yunho needs the jellies.

Yeosang adjusts his hood, then holds out his hand. You embrace him tightly. You check your wallet stashed in the waterproof pocket one last time and place your hand on the doorknob. Then you push it down. The door swings open, and you let it drag you along with it. The back of your coat gets soaked immediately. The rain doesn't fall, it instead pours down from behind in a wave with the wind. Clinging on to Yeosang in vain, it's hard to keep up your own pace and not lurch forward like a rag doll. It's a wonder your boyfriend can close the door.

Although the shop is indeed a block away, at this time it feels like you're wandering for eternity. For one thing, the scenery is completely different in the rain, it's harder to navigate, especially in the raging, commanding wind. Around one corner, Yeosang has to pull you in, because out of nowhere a car appears, its wheels gallantly splashing a full puddle onto the pavement.

Somehow, you do reach the store. As soon as the automatic door closes behind you, the storm is out of the way. Inside, the weather is pleasant. Only the clothes clinging to your skin and the small puddles and mud stains on the floor left by other shoppers are reminders of what a doomsday is happening outside.

“Huh,” you sigh in relief. The first game of the war against weather is over. You only have one more to go to succeed in the jelly bean mission.

“We're crazy," Yeosang shakes his head in disbelief. Then he smiles up at you, sweetly and lovingly, because he's proud you're crazy. You return it.

Insanity is part of sick duty to some extent. Last time San must have used up thirty tissues a day, and ran out in the middle of the week. Hongjoong ran so fast to replace the used-up packets that he was almost hit by a truck. And when you were sick and craving nothing but a mug of hot tomato soup when all the shops were closed and there were no tomatoes at home, only ketchup... Well, Jongho tried.

You purposefully seek out sweets. Luckily, you don't have to wander around and scout the place, you'll often find yourself here. You take off two bags of Yunho's favourite flavour, sour apple. You remember again how pitiful your otherwise healthy and cheerful boyfriend looks.

“This will help him,” Yeosang says encouragingly, as if he's reading your mind.

You nod, then head for the cashier. You get in line. From here, you can see the window and the rain pouring down.

For the first time since the jelly bean plan was born, you have time to think about Mingi's excuse when he cuddled up to Yunho. It's my fault. I'm sorry. But how could it be his fault that Yunho caught a cold?

You're rewinding the previous two weeks. Yunho was in home office the whole time. He really enjoyed it, and when he wasn't working, he was playing video games. He didn't put his foot out until one time when he had to pop down to the shop for something. It didn't rain so heavily that day, just a gentle drizzle. Maybe Mingi had taken off Yunho's blanket one night? It couldn't be, either, because they'd been sleeping far apart lately.

It's your turn, so you suspend your musings. When you get back, you'll ask Mingi and hope it's not too embarrassing for him not to tell you. If he feels guilty, you could help him and reassure him that it's not his fault.

You and Yeosang pay. You put the bags in your coat pockets. You pull the hood up, not that it matters. You cling together again, then step out onto the soggy pavement. 

The way back is harder. This time the wind brings the rain from the front. Each blast smacks you in the face. Neither of your hoods can stay up. Your hair gets wet, the rain drips under your coat. You successfully step into a puddle, literally splashing in the muddy water, and the inside of your boots get soaked. You're wet everywhere, from your elbows to your toes. It's really annoying, but you don't falter, clutching Yeosang's arm until you reach the sheltering door of your home to drop in like two wet rags on the threshold and with a combined effort you shut out the cold, ominous wind. Yeosang slides along the door, his hair leaving a wet streak on the wooden panel.

“We did it,” he sighs, and proudly rattles one of the jelly beans he pulls out of his pocket. The bag is intact, of course.

“We did,” you agree, and pull him up off the ground.

Suddenly you're faced with the problem of not knowing what to take off first because everything is equally soaked. It's almost as if your clothes are the cool part of your skin, plus outer layers. Finally, following your boyfriend's example, you throw your coat on the floor first, then your shoes on the doormat, and socks after.

Before you reach for the next layer of clothing, there is the sound of footsteps. You think Mingi is coming, but when he sighs, you realize it's not your tall lover.

“You guys are adorable and dedicated, but silly at the same time," says Hongjoong with crossed arms.

“But at least Yunho’s jellies will hold out until he heals,” answers Yeosang, taking off his shirt.

“When did you arrive?” you ask.

“About a minute ago. But we'll talk later. Now go take a shower before you too end up feverishly next to Yunho,” Hongjoong advises, then retreats and San steps forward. He unconcealedly runs his eyes over Yeosang's naked torso, and yours, which still has your shirt stuck to it, rather tightly, so it might even be useless.

“If you get sick, I'll be on sick duty every day. The thing is, the adorable, dedicated, silly people are just my type” he winks.

“Move over, Sanie," Wooyoung appears and nudges the other one in the side, "You promised to help hyung pack up.”

San hums and walks away, but still smiles in your direction. You all love to oblige Hongjoong and Seonghwa, and that goes for when there's an opportunity to flirt as well.

“You two are sexy, all wet,” Wooyoung admits. “If you need help with the shower, let me know. I'll be within earshot.”

“We'll consider it,” you promise. Wooyoung nods with a grin, and he also retreats to the kitchen.

You pass through the hallway, but before you can go to the bathroom, Jongho stands in front of you with a plate of jelly beans. “Here. I thought you should be the ones to give it to him. You made a greater sacrifice, and most of us stayed dry. Except for Hwa hyung, who opened the door and held the umbrella.”

“Thank you,” you say at the same time. While Yeosang takes the bowl, you press a kiss on Jongho's cheek.

When you retire to the bedroom, the scene is quite cozy. Yunho is in bed, hugging Mingi, craving jelly beans, and you offer him what he craves most, and what you fought Mother Nature for.

“We got it,” you report.

Yunho snaps his head up. The mere hope brings life to his sick features. You stand by the bed, careful not to get rainwater on it.

“Here, hyung," Yeosang hands the bowl to him in a soft whisper.

“I hope you weren’t too desperate, baby. We hurried as much as we could.”

“You're the best," says Yunho, touched, between bites. “I love you.”

“We love you too, giant baby. Very much,” you assure him.

And he smiles up at you. The mission is a complete success. Whether all that time and getting soaked was enough to put you to bed remains to be seen. In the meantime, you bask in success.

Mingi sneezes. Then he reaches under the pillow and takes out a handkerchief. “My throat may be a tiny bit scratchy.”

“Should we set up someone on sick duty for you too?” Yeosang offers readily.

“Our poor boyfriends,” you sigh, watching them. Yunho in the midst of illness, Mingi as he probably slips into a state of flux.

“I deserve it,” murmurs Mingi, looking ruefully at Yunho.

“Why do you think so?” you ask the question that has been nagging at you for a good twenty minutes.

“When we ran out of milk last week, Yunho and I went to the grocery store... I offered to make out with him in the rain. It didn't rain much, and there was no wind. Still, that's how Yunho got cold.”

"Come on," the other protests hoarsely. He sucks on a jelly bean with great enthusiasm. You wouldn't believe he can taste it. “You offered, I agreed, I could have said no, but I didn't. All in all, it was worth it.”

“Worth it?” Yeosang raises his eyebrows. “You were dying before the jelly arrived.”

"If you haven't kissed Mingi in the rain, you won't understand," he declares, then turns to Mingi. “Want a jelly, princess?

Yeosang and you leave them alone, let them romance each other in the infirmary. Barefoot, you stomp off to the bathroom. You open the door, and a thick, fragrant steam rises from the room. A pleasant warm breeze reminds you how cold you are. You hurry inside. Yeosang closes the door to keep the comforting steam from escaping.

Seonghwa is already drying his hair and got dressed. You look at him expectantly, ready to be reprimanded. But he has no such plans. He takes your face with one hand and Yeosang's with the other. “I am proud of you. Take a bath, then we can watch a movie. We made a whole list while we were stuck in traffic.”

Yeosang hums, you nod in response. Good idea. At this time of year, there's no point in doing anything other than curling up on the sofa together.

You bask in Seonghwa's soft touch until the last moment, and the knowledge that he's proud of you. It's really enjoyable to play good cop, bad cop with Hongjoong, and they don’t scold you twice. Regardless, you need to figure out a way to cheer up that boyfriend of yours who called you adorable, dedicated, and silly all at the same time. 

“So he probably caught it while kissing,” you acknowledge what you've heard by tugging your trousers down after Seonghwa has left you alone.

“Interesting.”

“And understandable. Sounds romantic.”

“Do you want to go back?” Yeosang glances up at you as he pulls towels out of the closet. The look in his eyes is willing. It embarrasses you to know that he would take a single word from you and go back with you into the pouring rain to fulfill that desire.

“I wouldn’t do it in this weather. But, for example, standing in a cool summer drizzle, refreshing after the heat. When me and my partner won’t be so likely to have a fever for a week.”

“Last summer Woo did it with someone. I think it was with Sanie, but I'm not sure. Maybe he caught Hongjoong hyung in a moment of weakness.”

“Really? Is it fashionable to kiss in the rain in our relationship?”

“A bit.” Yeosang undresses completely. 

Your hand is over the laundry basket, you've dropped the last of your clothes in it, yet you don't move. You’re looking at Yeosang. At his naked back, how rainwater is dripping from his hair, onto his delicate muscles. The line of his shoulder blades as his back narrows, ending in the lovely hips you'd hold in your hands for days. And of course you can't neglect his ass or his thighs or his whole being, because once you start looking at him, one part of him is not enough, and the whole of him is overwhelmingly wonderful.

He turns back to you. “Are you coming?”

“Sure.” You follow him into the bath. You take his face in the palm of your hand and kiss him on the lips. “Wooyoung was right.” 

“About what?”

"You're sexy when you're wet," you explain, and at the same time you probably reveal that you were just staring at him.

"He didn't just say that to me, love," he replies, pulling you close. Then he opens the water. The warm, soothing drops fall on your head and drip down your chilled skin. Like rain.

“I have an idea. Let's kiss here like it's raining.”

“Oh,” Yeosang smiles sweetly. His thumb caresses your cheek. “Okay.”

And you shower until the hot water runs out.

[sxcret-garden]

Ateez Reaction ღ When you take care of them after a long day

ღ Ateez all members x gn!reader ღ words: ~200-300 per member ღ genre & warnings: reaction, domestic fluff, comfort ღ reader: no descriptions of reader's body, no pronouns used

a/n: shout out to @desirehorizon for inspiring this!!!

Hongjoong:

now this guy here will overwork himself if he isn’t stopped, and fortunately the best way to stop him is to spoil him so well, he just can’t say no to some rest

so when he enters your apartment late at night as you’re about to go to sleep and he’s mumbling incoherent phrases to himself, still caught up in his own thoughts, you immediately know what to do

you greet him with a kiss, and when he quickly tries to pass you by, probably to do some more work until the morning hours, you hold onto his wrists tightly, not letting him go

“Baby, what is it?” he asks with a smile, but you can see the exhaustion behind his gaze

“Did you have dinner?” - the way he averts his gaze at your question tells you he did in fact not have dinner, and so you’re quick to sit him down at the table and make him something

even him whining about how you don’t have to do this doesn’t stop you, and once you’ve made sure he’s well fed you pull him along with you, over to the couch, where you two sit down side by side

you give him more kisses, running your hands through his hair and up and down his chest, and you mumble to him in between how he should go take a shower and then let you cuddle him to sleep

and at this point you’re making him feel so loved that he can’t bring himself to say no

he will still pout about it, acting like you’re being unfair, but eventually, once you two are snuggled up to each other in bed, he’ll whisper a barely audible “thank you” to you, and let himself drift off to sleep in the safety of your embrace

Seonghwa:

you come home late, having been out with some friends, when you’re surprised to see the light in the kitchen on

“I’m home!” you announce as you approach your boyfriend, who’s standing in front of the sink doing a huge pile of dishes with a serious expression on his face

“What’s up with you?” you ask, and upon getting a closer look when you come to a halt right by his side, you find the stress plastered all over his features

“Been a long day…” Seonghwa finally answers, no traces of his usual gentle tone that you adore so much

you’re not sure exactly what happened to him that day, but you do know that he badly needs some rest

so, without thinking much, you tell him to move aside and you take over washing the remainder of the dirty dishes yourself

he merely watches in confusion as you don’t let him help you, and when you tell him to go sit down somewhere he hesitates to leave

you finish up the dishes, and when you ask him whether he’s eaten you’re surprised to hear he hasn’t

so you offer to make him something, and now the guy is almost gaping at you as he sits there, watching you

needless to say he’s thankful when you prepare him a quick meal, and as he’s about to take the first bite you can see his features soften

“Thank you…” he finally says, and as you make sure to pamper him for the rest of the evening, he finally lets himself relax as he feels safe with you

Yunho:

he’s surprised to say the least when he comes home after an especially long day at work and he finds you waiting for him in front of a fully set table, his favourite dishes all spread out in front of his eyes

“Y/N… what is this?” he asks and gives you a tired laugh, but you just tell him to sit, saying you figured since he’d be coming home late today he must be hungry

he seems shy as he sits down, his eyes taking in all of the food laid out in front of him, and then eventually he gulps as his mouth starts to water

you think he looks really cute like this, yet you wish he didn’t have to work to the point he’s coming home this exhausted - and you know he’s more tired than he looks

“Thank you…” he says eventually and you two start eating, while he keeps stealing glances at you, and when his stares linger you call him out on it

“Sorry…” he mutters, his ears turning red, “I just feel taken care of… I’m thankful.”

and no matter how tired he is, he’ll insist on giving something back afterwards, even if it’s just in the form of some cuddles in front of the tv, with him letting you rest your head on his chest and holding you close

though as his eyelids start drooping, it turns into you giving him little kisses all over his face and eventually convincing him to go to sleep together

Yeosang:

he doesn’t even realize how much of a toll the last few weeks have taken on him

only when you await him with flowers, some good take out food and his favourite movie as he comes home at the end of yet another long day does he realize how long it’s been since he’s gotten some proper rest

and though he’s taken aback by the effort you made to grant him a few relaxing hours, he’s not one to refuse your care

gladly lets himself be spoiled a bit, genuinely enjoying the time spent with you, and after finishing the movie you two stay up just chatting until he’s too sleepy to focus on a proper conversation

“Let’s get you to bed,” you whisper as you’re sitting behind him on the couch, giving his shoulders a thorough massage and you can feel the way his body tries to succumb to the urge to sleep under your touch

“...mhm…” he merely mutters, only half awake at this point, but as soon as you get up to move to the bedroom he takes a hold of your hand

“I love you.” - the words are merely a whisper, and next thing you know he’s pulling you in so he could kiss you softly, conveying to you just how much he adores you

San:

it’s when he immediately spreads his arms to wordlessly ask you for a hug once he steps inside your home that you know he’s had a rough day

you can feel his weight leaning against your body when you wrap him into a comforting embrace, and eventually you have to remind him that he’s kinda heavy, or he probably wouldn’t have let go of you for another few hours

even then, he peels himself away from you very hesitantly, and you let out a soft laugh when you see the pout on his lips

“Wanna come cuddle on the couch and tell me about what happened?” you suggest, and who is he to say no to that?

though you end up mostly cuddling and not talking very much about his day

“It was just a lot… how was yours though?” he speaks so very softly as he asks that question, sleepily gazing up at your face in an attempt to pay attention to what you’re saying while you play with his hair

you can see in the way he looks at you alone how much he adores you, and how comfortable he feels in your presence

enjoys the way you baby him like this every once in a while, and will definitely not leave your side for the rest of the night

Mingi:

when he comes home that day he just sits down on the couch and immediately spaces out

you really don’t have to ask about it to know he had one hell of a day

you sit down next to him and pat your lap to invite him to use you as a pillow

Mingi sends you a weak smile and then immediately lets himself fall into your lap

you chuckle at his actions and then you watch as he begins to relax under your touch once you start running your fingers through his hair

you know he enjoys having his hair played with like this, so when he first closes his eyes you think it’s just because he finds your touches so comforting

however, eventually you notice how his breathing calms down and the tension leaves his shoulders fully, telling you that he quietly drifted off to sleep

you know that you can’t stay in this position forever though, plus he should really spend the night in bed and not on the couch

for now you enjoy the sight of your boyfriend sleeping peacefully in your lap, finding the occasional quiet snoring that escapes him cute, but after a while you decide to wake him up by softly shaking him by the shoulders and calling out to him

this guy is not fully here as he gets up, and so you make sure to hold onto him as you lead him to the bedroom just in case

there, he crawls into your arms immediately, wrapping his tightly around your waist, and sleepily asking for more head rubs, which you of course grant him, as he slowly enters dreamland once more

Wooyoung:

for the past few days you’ve seen this coming - you know how Wooyoung gets when everything’s a little too much at the moment: he bears it and pulls through

however, tonight he seems irritable when he comes home, and when he gives you a snarky answer when you ask him a simple question you can’t say you’re surprised, but it still startles you

he apologizes immediately, regret washing over him to the point he can’t look you in the eyes, but you’re quick to reassure him that you understand he’s just having a hard time right now

he does show some resistance when you try to convince him to just let you take care of him for the rest of the evening, but once you pull him towards the shower and help him undress his tired body just gives in

you help him wash up under the warm water, and when his back is facing you as you wash his hair for him, you can hear him letting out a big sigh, leaning into your touch

“Better?” you ask, scattering a few soft kisses across his back

“Better…” he mumbles, suddenly sounding very exhausted

you make sure he has a decent meal too, and that he’s in bed on time, and when you’re both all cuddled up under the blanket, he sleepily presses a kiss to your jaw and you hear him mumble a quiet “thank you, I love you”

Jongho:

you’re surprised when he walks inside your shared flat looking completely exhausted, and he can’t bring himself to give you more of a greeting than a mumbled “‘m back home.”

you know he’s had a long day, but you’ve never seen him this tired before

so when he walks straight towards the bedroom after kicking off his shoes, you follow suit, knocking on the door just in case and asking if he’s okay before you enter

you find him already curled up on top of the blanket, without even having changed his clothes and his back facing you, and at this point you’re starting to get a bit worried

so you ask again if he’s okay and if you can join him, and when you see him weakly nod and he mutters something about this day having almost killed him, you feel a sense of relief, as he really seems to have “just” had a bad day

so you lie down beside him, wrapping your arms around his figure from behind, and you offer to take care of him for the evening

but even when you ask if there’s anything he needs, anything he’d like you to do, he just shakes his head

instead, you feel him reaching for your hand that’s resting on his shoulder, grasping it tight, before he whispers,

“Let’s just stay like this for a while.”

however, he will let you spoil him a bit eventually - if he doesn’t simply fall asleep before that, that is

[jnginlov]

you’re hongjoong’s bias

when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you don’t anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you

⇀ pairing idol!hongjoong x idol!reader

⇀ genre fluff, idol au

⇀ style one shot

⇀ word count 8.6k

⇀ warnings brief mentions of idol life difficulties, food, hugging, kissing, this is basically all fluff

⇀ reactions from the gc “IM GONNA JUMP OFF A MOVING TRAIN” “Ooohhhhhhh Oh Shit” “You love to torment us with this don’t you”

note this is written completely gender neutral, all of your group members use they/them pronouns and have unisex names so you can imagine any type of group, there’s a mention of makeup but all genders wear makeup in the entertainment industry, also here is a little playlist inspired by the group in this fic if you’re real delulu like me

your group, eclipse, had been enjoying your recent promotional period, your fans, lovingly termed starlight, had been working hard to promote your latest comeback and for once your company had been able to do the same. eclipse wasn’t particularly unknown before, you’d already had your first music show win and been recognized at several korean music award shows, but this was certainly your most successful song and mini album yet. you, as the main dancer and oldest, had particularly enjoyed all of the interest from idols that had asked to do the dance challenge with you for tiktok and instagram. it allowed you to meet a lot of people in the industry who you had admired and wanted to get to know before but didn’t know how to approach. of all the idols you had done the challenge with there was certainly one that stuck out in your mind, kim hongjoong, captain of ateez and dj on idol radio.

your group had gone onto the radio show as part of your promotions, something not unusual for you all as you’d been on an episode when youngjae and young k were the hosts, as well as one with joohoney and hyungwon as djs just over a year ago. this time, however, felt very different. maybe it was the nerves from how much more attention your group was receiving that was making you feel a little fidgety in your seat or maybe it was the fact that one of the djs couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

for the first ten minutes of your time at idol radio you’re scared that there’s something on your face, trying to subtly glance at any reflective surface to parse what could be causing someone to pay so much attention to you.

when yunho and hongjoong both seemed to be completely focused on another one of your members, asking something about the recording process for the album, you try to subtly place a hand on the arm of your group’s leader, nuri, sat right next to you.

as you lean away from the microphone in front of you, your leader turns to you, and you breathe out the word “makeup” in hopes that nuri will find whatever smudge caught hongjoong’s sharp eye.

unfortunately, they only shake their head, eyes darting around your face but returning to your own once they don’t find anything. they squeeze your hand gently with their own before turning back to the interview, a subtle gesture to both comfort you and let you know that they will definitely ask why you were concerned later.

as you retract your hand from nuri’s arm, you turn back to face the center of the table, which was conveniently set up so that your and nuri’s seats were directly opposite hongjoong and yunho’s, respectively. meaning that when you turn back to refocus on the matter at hand you instantly notice how hongjoong nervously looks away from you, suddenly finding the side of his co-hosts face extremely interesting.

“so, your latest mini album is called,” yunho begins, looking at the card in front of him to guarantee he doesn’t mispronounce it, “close orbit. this is the end of the orbit series in your concept right?”

nuri nods eagerly next to you before beginning their usual spiel about the members' roles in the creative direction of your group.

often times you’re deemed as the second in command, filling in the gaps your leader may miss, and therefore you’d like to think that you’re pretty good about turning on professional mode no matter the situation. however, from the corner of your eye you see hongjoong’s gaze flitting between you and nuri every few seconds and his behavior has begun to have you a bit nervous, fidgeting with one of the rings your stylist had given you that morning. you desperately try to pay attention to what nuri is talking about but, with the combination of the fact that you already know everything about what they’re saying and the heat that’s creeping up your neck as you try to push the thoughts of hongjoong’s behavior from your mind, you find your own thoughts wandering to hongjoong and his weird behavior.

yunho calls your name suddenly, once nuri is finished, shifting your attention back to the interview at hand and beginning to talk about your involvement in eclipse, aside from simply being a member of the group.

you try not to flick your gaze over to hongjoong too often, who now seems to find the cards he’s surely read over several times before intensely interesting, as yunho acknowledges your skills as main dancer and notes for the audience how involved you are in your group’s choreographic process, which already has a warmth blooming in your chest as you’re aware he’s the main dancer of his own group and you always find recognition from other group’s dancers to feel extra special, but the warmth is quickly transferred to your cheeks only a moment later.

“it’s kind of funny,” yunho starts and you tilt your head in interest as he peaks over to his co-host, “you’re hongjoong’s bias.”

from the look that takes over hongjoong’s face, a mix of shock and embarrassment, and the way he turns quickly to look at yunho with slight anger, you assume that this fact was supposed to stay secret, although you’re partly thankful that you have a seemingly good explanation for why hongjoong hadn’t been able to look away from you since you stepped into the studio.

you’re sure your own shocked expression comes over your face before you’re schooling it quickly, although you hear your maknae, star, sat right next to you, snickering softly under their hand, and you shoot star a quick side eye that seems to remove the humor from the situation for them.

“uh, thank you,” you say with a bow as low as the table in front of you allows, “it means a lot to hear that from a senior like you. thank you for your support.”

“of course,” hongjoong speaks suddenly, mirroring your bow as much as he can before stuttering out a statement about how you’re “so inspiring” and “light up the stage”. his face is getting redder by the second as he digs himself further into a hole but you can feel that your face is heating to match his own.

yunho seems to sense the way he’s pushed the interview off the rails and interrupts to bring attention back to your group entirely and your comeback.

through the next few minutes of the show, you’re noticeably and uncharacteristically distant as you now find yourself to have almost traded positions with hongjoong, subtly staring at him as much as you can manage without drawing immediate attention from your fans or members.

in opposition, hongjoong had now taken to looking at pretty much anything that wasn’t you after yunho had shared his little secret. unfortunately, maybe fortunately, you found that you can barely tear your gaze from the blue haired man across the table.

you were obviously a fan of ateez, being able to appreciate a lot of aspects about their talents and skills, but you’d never really gotten too much into the members themselves, aside from knowing who was who and what they each did. you found that as an idol yourself it could feel weird to try acting like a normal fan of a group, making you almost hyper aware of your own fans and their habits as you would try to focus on just one video that wasn’t related directly to the group’s music or performance.

this had meant that you had no ateez bias, although you knew a decent amount about the members, but now you’re rethinking your whole ideas of being a fan as an idol.

as you think to yourself, you attempt to rationalize the past few minutes, assuming that yunho was just joking around, trying to make fun of his hyung or maybe meaning something different from what your group’s fans meant when they said they biased you. however, every time you’ve managed to start convincing yourself, you’re just reminded of hongjoong’s reaction in the moment his member had said something.

your spiraling thoughts are only serving to distract you and suddenly, feeling a hand on your shoulder to bring you back to reality, you realize that they had started playing one of the songs from your album, letting you and your members grab snacks and wave to the fans through the window. the member with their hand on your shoulder, one of your best friends in the group, eunjae, looks at you with a mix of worry and bemusement, although you hear the slight smirk they wear in their voice as they ask if you’re okay.

you wave eunjae off before you head over to the window, not feeling particularly hungry, and hope that maybe seeing your fans will help to ground you, just as they always do.

as you’re waving through the window at several people with headbands of your and your member’s names you feel a presence beside you, much larger than any of your members. you turn to find yunho near you, not crowding you but obviously intentionally in your space, most likely to draw your attention without suspicion.

“sorry about that,” he says as you turn to him and he gestures toward the snack cart closer to the corner.

you know what he’s doing, trying to make it seem like you two are just talking about the food so as to not make fans question your interaction and so you follow him to the snack cart as you ask, trying not to show any of the question on your face, “about what?”

“making you uncomfortable,” he supplies. “hongjoong had asked me not to say anything but i didn’t think about the fact that he may have been asking that for your comfort rather than his own” yunho says in barely a whisper and you can see a light blush dusting his cheeks.

you’re thankful that your members had basically switched with you, greeting fans after clearing away from the snacks.

“don’t worry,” you reassure. “i'm not uncomfortable, it was more shocking than anything” you tell him, and as you say it you realize it’s the truth.

as an idol you often have to sacrifice your comfort for others but in this moment you aren’t saying it out of necessity but as the truth, and when you glance behind you at hongjoong, who’s intently avoiding all of your members as he also waves to the atiny that are mixed in with your fans, you feel something sparkle in the pit of your stomach. it’s a pleasant feeling, something reminiscent of admiration but more complex, deeper.

you’re not afraid to admit to yourself that hongjoong is attractive, undeniably handsome and, from everything you’d heard, genuinely nice to those around him. you could admire him as a leader and creative, knowing how much responsibility he had and that he still managed to enjoy what he did, but, with both of you working in the industry, dating could be next to impossible.

in all honesty, you’re not sure the last time you’d even had time to explore any sort of romantic interest in anyone, and maybe you were simply deprived of that experience so your brain was running wild with even the slightest exploration of thought. however your company had no dating ban and maybe it wouldn’t hurt to venture into that side of a normal life.

bringing you back to the present moment, yunho lets out a heavy breath and hands you a random piece of candy off the cart that you accept with a slight bow, convincing everyone that might be watching that you were talking about the snacks the whole time.

soon after your interaction concludes, everyone is quick to gather back around the table, taking your seats as your song fades out in the background. the next segment goes smoothly, yunho and hongjoong leading your group in a little game about how much your members know each other.

throughout the game you can’t help but sneak glances at hongjoong, your mind still working through the thoughts you’d had during the break. he appears to be trying hard to not notice you looking at him, but he manages to slip up occasionally and you try to send him a warm, if not slightly teasing, grin each time your eyes connect.

though your original intention with the gesture wasn’t to fluster the man, you find the way he reacts each time to be endearing, the blush returning to his cheeks and even starting to spread up to his ears. every time your gazes meet you feel that same tingle in your stomach begin to spread up to your chest, his expression each time feeding it, and you start to find a bit of comfort in that sensation as you feel like you’re getting to admire hongjoong who you’d been avoiding at the beginning of the show.

you’re starting to have a bit too much fun with this little game you made for yourself when yunho introduces another one of the songs from your group’s album and it starts to fade in, bringing an end to your antics.

this time, as the break starts, you intentionally take a moment before standing, pretending to stretch in your seat and standing slowly as you see hongjoong moving toward the fans out of the corner of your eye. you, as subtly as you can, move toward the fans and in the general direction of hongjoong, trying to get the opportunity to talk to him since he had been shying away from speaking to you ever since yunho’s little slip up. he seems too distracted by an atiny that’s mouthing something to him through the window to notice how close you manage to get.

once you’re sufficiently within speaking range, but not too close, always careful of fan suspicion when you’re in the presence of other idols, you try to casually greet him with a simple “hi” but you’re unprepared for the way he quickly flips around to face you, looking almost like a deer in headlights.

you’re both a bit stuck, just staring at each other before you hear a very obvious fake cough coming from both yunho and nuri that seems to snap you out of it and you each try to play it off with giggles and laughs, mostly for the camera and fans that had been intently tuned in to the strange interaction between the two of you.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” you say as you move toward the window, pretending like it had been your intention the whole time to simply say hi to fans once again.

“oh no, uhm, i’m sorry, i don’t know why i reacted like that,” he answers shakily with a nervous chuckle and turns back to the fans as well.

for a moment you both just wave out at the fans, genuinely finding interest in those that had come to support you. after what you deem to be enough time of interaction you finally speak up.

“i’m not uncomfortable, by the way,” you mention casually, hoping hongjoong understands what you mean.

“oh, really?” he sound’s surprised, and you peak out of the corner of your eye to see that he’s trying to hold back the surprise from showing on his face.

“yeah,” you admit. “i’m actually flattered,” you add, turning to hongjoong with a soft smile before you move to the snack cart.

you miss the way his shoulders seem to visibly relax and the grin that spreads onto his face as you leave. fan’s will chalk it up to the fact that he was relieved to be a further distance from you, hongjoong being know to keep his space from the idols that come on as guests, but yunho is quick to spot that it looks more like the expression his captain wears after a satisfying performance or successful interview.

your break is quick to wrap up after that, this song being shorter than the one they’d played earlier, and you’re all back to your seats. you start to readjust in your seat, getting comfortable for the next portion of the show, until you’re passed a head mic and remember that you’re going to teach, along with another one of your members, insoo, yunho and hongjoong the point choreography from your title track.

you’re excited to be back in your element, almost forgetting everything that had happened with hongjoong as you and your member run through the choreography to demonstrate before you’ll teach the boys.

the choreography is nothing too difficult, as your company is always sure to remind you that easier point choreo is more marketable, but it involves a great deal of interaction between you and your member, them starting the section standing directly in front of you, and you manipulate them until they have to squat in front of you.

yunho is quick to decide that he will do your part, claiming that because you’re both main dancers it makes sense as well as sighting the height difference, although the height difference between you and insoo is almost negligible compared to yunho and hongjoong’s height difference, but hongjoong doesn’t put up a fight, the gaze he’d had on you at the beginning of the schedule returning with a different undertone, one you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

the choreography wasn’t particularly sexy, your group not one to lean too heavily into those kinds of concepts, but it was certainly powerful and this particular song made you feel confident, considering you got to be center for the point.

you blame hongjoong’s shift on your own perception, but his gaze certainly reignites the buzz in your stomach, now fully formed into butterflies whose wings brush against the inside of your ribs, longing to be released.

you try to shake it off and step into teaching mode, familiar comfort seeping into you as you take on the most usual role for yourself. you quickly teach yunho your part, and as expected he catches on quickly, and insoo tries to demonstrate what hongjoong should do as best they can, although their part is hard to describe as insoo often goes off of your energy and cues.

when he stumbles out of the ending squat to fall on his butt all three of you that are standing are quick to rush over to him but he just chuckles in slight embarrassment before picking himself up and you all laugh together.

“hm what about you try it with him and i can do it with yunho,” insoo suggests quickly, looking like they just thought of the best solution to hongjoong’s learning difficulties.

you’re a little surprised but agree nonetheless as yunho adds that he’s sure his hyung would be fine with that, but once hongjoong is standing right in front of you it’s not so much hongjoong you’re worried about.

you try to back up a bit, trying to give yourself a bit of distance between you two, but are quick to realize that the choreography won’t work if you’re any further apart and so just as you take a step toward the man in front of you he also takes one into you, realizing that you had both started to get too close to the table now behind him.

your hands are quick to come up to his chest before you can fully fall into him and you jump back as quickly as you can, pulling your hands away as though he burned you.

the same look of shock as when you’d come up behind him during the break is present on hongjoong’s face, and he’s glad there are no cameras that face him right now to see it, but all you can pay attention to is the warmth that you had felt on your palms at the contact between you two.

the whole interaction had felt to you like it was minutes long but in reality it was barely a couple seconds, and you’re once again trying to slip back into the dance teacher role as well as you can when you’re so acutely aware of how close hongjoong is to you in this moment. you can just smell the fading cologne he’d applied earlier in the day, a mix of linen and leather that feels like it turns your brain to mush as you try to remember what you were supposed to be doing with him standing in front of you like this in the first place.

his surprise melts to a look of concern as he sees you shake your head, hoping to clear your thoughts as though they were being physically blocked by all your senses screaming hongjoong.

“so you start like this,” you supply quickly, trying to ignore the way hongjoong won’t drop the worried expression from his face.

you need to move quickly, the man in front of you is starting to make you feel dizzy and you aren’t sure your company, or your members, would enjoy you passing out for seemingly no reason while on a live program.

normally when you dance this part, you make full contact with your member but you can’t bring yourself to touch hongjoong completely, partially fearing you won’t want to let go once you do. instead you ghost your hands along the places you might normally drag them and float over the places you might normally grab.

as you move him slowly into the final positioning you’re realizing that it may have been more torturous to avoid touching him then to just give in to your desire to connect with him, every time your skin makes the lightest contact sending a jolt up through your arms and your breath catching in your throat, if for a moment.

“so that’s it,” you nod, trying not to sound as breathless as you feel and hongjoong looks up at you almost expectantly. you’re waiting for him to move, looking back down at him, and you feel his gaze almost peering through you, like he can see every deep breath you’re taking to try to calm your heart, like he knows exactly how you’ve felt for the past few minutes as you tried to teach him the movement, like he knows exactly what he does to you.

it’s kind of funny how you could feel so small compared to a man that you’re currently looking down on but it’s kim hongjoong who’s looking back up at you, in your clouded brain it seems to make sense.

you’re not sure who speaks up but you hear yunho and insoo moving next to you, although the dull ringing in your ears hasn’t fully subsided. you feel yourself, as though in a daze, move away from hongjoong, something you’re not actually sure you even want to do but your body has decided for you.

as insoo reclaims their place in front of you, you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you’d had that entire encounter with hongjoong in front of, not just your friends, but your fans, your managers, and several live cameras. you feel redness creeping up to consume almost your entire face and you’re glad insoo is blocking you. they give you a slight look of concern and you just clear your throat, pushing the thoughts of hongjoong down until they meet the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, taking a breath to urge them to calm down as well.

the rest of idol radio seems to pass in a blur. you’re even more distant than when you were lost in your thoughts earlier, although this time it seems as though your mind is absolutely blank. if you had wanted it to shut up before, now you’re wishing for it to just go, the image of hongjoong squatting in front of you the only thing you can seem to focus on.

you don’t fully come back to your senses until you’re sat in the car that’s set to take you, and your members, back to your dorm, your schedules for the day complete, and although you thought that distance may have aided your situation you were certainly wrong. your mind has taken to replaying the moment you’d shared with him over and over, not sparing a single detail and you feel as though you’re reliving the interaction again as you practically sense the heat radiating from his skin under your fingertips.

“are you, like, good?” star asks, placed once again right next to you. you look at them with what you hope is a convincing smile as you nod gently, before turning back to watch seoul pass in a blur through the window.

that night, you and your members, seven in total, gather to eat the takeout your manager had ordered as congratulations on a good day of promotions and suddenly you feel several pairs of eyes on you.

“what?” you ask, looking between all the members that weren’t currently too focused on their food.

“what was that between you and hongjoong?” insoo asks with a smirk, noddles almost forgotten on their plate.

“what was what?” you ask, trying to will the blush that creeps up your neck away.

insoo rolls their eyes in response, seeing right through your act and very clearly remembering what they had seen when they were stood right in front of you.

“y/n’s crushing on hongjoong,” star sings cheerily before someone’s foot, likely eunjae’s, makes contact with their shin under the table and they hiss.

you scoff at the statement, trying to play dumb to the way all your members were clearly seeing through you. “i do not,” you state indignantly, taking a big bite of your food as you glare at star.

“whatever you say,” star shrugs, a teasing smirk on their face.

luckily the conversation is quick to shift away from you and you’re able to enjoy your meal without any more interrogation.

later that night, as you prepare for bed, you hear a gentle knock on your bedroom door and open it to find nuri.

“hey, what’s up?” you ask, noticing they’re already dressed for bed.

“here,” they say, holding a piece of paper out which you take from their hand with some hesitancy.

“thanks?” you state, although it’s more of a question as you wonder what’s on the slip of paper now in your possession.

“hongjoong’s kakao id,” they say with a nod toward the paper and you blush, clearing your throat quickly. “it’s fine to have a crush by the way,” they continue and your face only grows warmer. “i’d just appreciate it if you'd tell me if you end up dating. easier for me to help.”

you don’t say anything as you just nod your head in understanding, closing your door quickly and pressing your face into your hands in embarrassment.

you place the slip onto your desk, glad in moments like these that you got the only solo room, and debate about adding him. i mean, you hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences to each other, but what could really be the worst that could happen?

you try not to think about how nuri got his id, wondering if maybe they already knew each other and praying they hadn’t asked him for it just for you today, as you add him on your kakaotalk, tossing around ideas of opening messages. eventually you settle on a simple “hi, this is y/n” and send it quickly before you can overthink.

you don’t expect a reply immediately, noting how late it is, but almost as soon as you lock your phone the screen is lighting up with a message back.

hongjoong: hi

hongjoong: i wasn’t sure you were actually going to text me

hongjoong: i mean i know you told me you weren’t uncomfortable but still

a smile stretches across your lips as you realize hongjoong gave his id to nuri to give to you specifically and you scold yourself for being so out of it that he couldn’t give it to you directly.

you: i meant it when i said i was flattered

you: it’s a huge compliment to be admired by someone like you

you try to err on the side of caution. maybe he just wanted to talk to you about work, music and dance, so you tried not to be too informal, ateez and hongjoong being your senior. although you did try to hint that you were interested past a professional, and even platonic, relationship, but it had certainly been a while since you’d flirted with anyone, outside of fan service.

hongjoong: i wanted to ask you something

you: ask away

hongjoong: we have a new song coming out soon and i wondered if you’d be interested in doing the dance challenge for it

hongjoong: with me

you could feel the butterflies awaken inside of you once more, excited at the prospect of being able to see him again and the fact that he asked you specifically about doing the challenge.

you: i’d love to

you: just text me

with your agreement you both wrap up the conversation, bidding each other good night, and you go to bed with your thoughts full of hongjoong and stomach full of butterflies.

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the rest of your own promotional period flies by, successful and rewarding as the support from your fans results in several music show wins and lots of recognition from all over the world. the whole time you try to focus more on work than your recently budding friendship with the leader of ateez, but it’s hard when you find yourself just as excited to end your day and finally be able to message him as you do when you can see your fans or perform. your members have certainly noticed a change in your demeanor, eager to shut yourself in your room to be alone, and some fans have commented about how happy you’ve seemed lately. luckily, your interaction from idol radio is barely recognized, only a few of the usual shippers making theories about your or hongjoong’s behavior that other fans are quick to brush off as a reach.

hongjoong: happy last day of promotions! i hope your schedules go well today

he doesn’t normally text you in the morning but you’d been telling him the night before about it being your last day to promote your comeback and so you check the timestamp on the message to find it was sent around 3am, probably when he managed to actually get to bed considering he’d told you he was working in the studio on ateez’s next comeback.

you shoot him a thank you text back, doubting he’ll see it until he wakes up a little later in the day, and get ready to head out for your schedule.

you were performing on the show again today, a music show that one of hongjoong’s members, yeosang, was an mc on. you didn’t even think much of the fact as you arrived and got ready with your styling team, having interacted with yeosang as an mc during this promotional period already. although as you sat in the hair and makeup chair, ready for the usual routine, a light knock sounded against the door of your dressing room.

after a quick check that everyone was decent, nuri approached the door. you couldn’t see who was on the other side, nuri discussing something with them and bowing as you assume the other person handed them a plastic bag.

you were slightly confused, none of your members or staff having ordered delivery, as nuri closed the door, taking a peek into the plastic bag before heading in your direction.

“here,” they said as they placed the bag onto your lap and you gave them a questioning glance.

“what’s this?”

“from yeosang who said it’s from a friend,” they explain with a wink and you try not to blush at the implication.

nuri walks away without saying anything else and you glance into the bag, seeing a few of the snacks you’d mentioned craving to hongjoong just last night. you push around the items and find a little note, similar to that which had held his id on it, and open it in the bag to avoid suspicion from those around you.

i know how hard it can be to eat during schedules so i hope this can help. good luck today, text me when you win

you try to ignore the way your heart picks up at the thought of him caring this much for you but it’s hard when you know that you’re already so infatuated with him. his confidence in you and your group was also just so heartwarming, something that was certainly making you fall deeper for the man you’d so recently grown attached to.

you munch on the gift as your hair gets styled, a smile unable to leave your face as you debate texting him to thank him. unfortunately you don’t get a chance as you’re thrown into the whirlwind of performing and preparing for a potential encore stage, your group loving to do silly little things for starlight whenever you win.

of course, like most times, hongjoong is right and your group wins for the final time this comeback, celebrating on stage with your fans and members. throughout your encore, your mind drifts to hongjoong, how you can text him and celebrate together.

as soon as all of your members arrive to your dorm, shoes discarded in the entranceway and takeout being served on the table, there’s a sudden ring of the doorbell and half of you freeze. the other half continue on with their tasks as nuri offers to get the door, handing off the serving task to insoo who is more than happy to take responsibility.

“y/n!” nuri calls from the door only a moment later and a few of your members give you a confused look as you shrug and make your way to your leader.

“yeah?” you ask as you approach, turning the corner to see two bouquets, not too large but very beautiful, in nuri’s grasp, the front door closing as you assume the delivery driver leaves.

“this is for you,” nuri says with a grin and you don’t keep the surprise from your features as they hand you the smaller of the two pieces, noting that they are your favorite flowers and spotting the little card in the center.

y/n,

congratulations on your win today. you always look so beautiful when you dance.

hj <3

you don’t try to hide the blush that blooms over your cheeks, your mind hyper focused on the little heart at the end of the message, and turn to nuri.

“what does that one say?” you ask, gesturing to the other bouquet that contains a mix of flowers with your group’s official colors.

nuri turns the bunch to you so that you can read the card.

eclipse,

congratulations on a successful comeback,

ateez

you nod as you turn back to the flowers in your hands, nuri pushing past you to join the other members in the kitchen. you can hear them explain who the flowers are from and mentally thank nuri when they don’t mention your personal bunch.

you manage to sneak the flowers to your room before you head back out to the table for dinner, shooting hongjoong a picture and a quick thank you.

hongjoong: i’m glad you like them

hongjoong: and i meant it, you looked breathtaking today

you suppress your smile as you read his response, trying not to catch the attention of any of your members, but you glance up to see nuri looking at you with a knowing, if not approving, smile.

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you’ve been following ateez a little more closely now, their newest comeback, bouncy, releasing just last week and doing amazingly on the charts. you’d been sending hongjoong little things like snacks, coffee, and meals to keep him motivated and show your support and he’d been showing his appreciation by sending you pictures of him eating or just selfies of him during schedules.

you were certain that your relationship was headed in a more romantic direction as you both became more bold in your texts. you’d also begun video calling when you were able, sometimes just doing your own things while you were on a call together.

you were eager to possibly try taking the next step and actually go out on a date but with ateez still in the midst of promotion you understood that hongjoong’s free time was limited. so you left it up to him, not pressuring hongjoong by asking him out or even alluding to wanting to date.

“do you know the challenge or do you want me to teach you?” hongjoong had asked one night when you were on video call.

he’d brought up your promise from months ago to do the challenge and you assured him that you were still interested.

“i mean i sort of know it just from watching it a bunch, but if you want to teach me i’m not opposed,” you said with a cheeky shrug and hongjoong grinned.

“i don’t have to teach you babe,” he says with a light chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine.

that was another thing that had started recently, the pet names. hongjoong had accidentally referred to you as “babe” over text one time, rushing to apologize when you had taken just a second too long to respond, but you assured him that you weren’t upset just trying to be able to actually think again when the name had short circuited your brain.

“fine,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “i want you to teach me,” you admit with a slight wine. “there, happy?”

he chuckles again with a nod and an “okay” before you’re setting up the best day for you to meet at the kq company building, having to end the call soon after so that he can actually get some sleep.

the next few days have you on edge as you anticipate being able to see hongjoong in person for the first time since your appearance on idol radio. you even plan your outfit a day in advance, feeling almost like you’re going on a first date as you ensure your hair and makeup are perfect.

“have fun,” nuri says with a knowing wink as you leave your dorm and you don’t give them your normal embarrassed look, too focused on the excitement of seeing hongjoong.

you arrive at the kq building right on time, a staff member greeting you in the lobby and taking you to the practice room where you’ll be doing the challenge. you’d seen this same room plenty before on video, ateez dance practices being one of the few contents you’d watched before getting to know hongjoong.

“he should be here in a second,” the staff says, glancing at her phone, and you nod with a grin.

“its fine,” you assure. “thank you.”

just as you start to observe the room a little more, looking around and comparing it to your own practice room, the door opens and hongjoong enters.

even though you’d seen him on your screen almost everyday for the past week, nothing can compare to the way he looks in person, especially since he’d changed his look. atiny had been going crazy over his newly silver hair and you were no different, texting him how much you loved it as soon as you found out.

“hi,” he says with a smile as soon as he spots you.

you reach out your hand and repeat his greeting, bowing as you shake hands to imitate a sense of formality in front of the staff member.

you don’t want to let go of his hand but you pull away anyway, taking a step back to put some distance between you two and hoping to calm the urge that bubbles in your chest to take him into your arms.

“so, would you like for me to teach you the challenge?” he asks and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop the laugh that builds in your throat at the question, knowing you’d already asked him to teach it to you a few days ago.

“yes please,” you nod and hongjoong gestures so that you can move toward the mirror.

honestly, the choreography is pretty easy to pick up, especially since you’ve watched it so many times already, but you relish in the way hongjoong watches you and decide to just mess around with him a little. it couldn’t hurt to ask a few questions you already knew the answer to right?

“so, is it here or out here?” you ask with an innocent quirk of your brow, placing your left hand out, palm flat and moving it back and forth between two positions.

you see hongjoong’s eyes narrow just slightly, as he had clearly seen you get it right the first time, and you know he’s picking up on your little game. his eyes flick to the staff member in the room, noting that she’s on her phone in the corner, looking away, before he takes a step toward you.

instead of just answering your question he reaches around you, keeping his body on your right and wrapping his left arm around your back to grasp your elbow. he moves your arm into the proper place and you feel his other hand place itself on your waist. as you try to focus on anything but the way his fingers press into your skin he leans his head down slightly, enough so that you can feel his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and across your cheek.

his proximity has your heart pounding and you almost hope he can hear it, wanting him to know that what he’s doing is working. you want him to know that this is exactly what you wanted, that you wish this is how close you could have him all the time.

“right here,” he says, barely a whisper, and just as you start to lean into him, longing to be completely consumed by his warmth, he steps away and his presence is replaced by the cool air that blows through the vent above you.

you clear your throat as you try to shake away the lingering warmth his touch left against your skin and slow your heartbeat as you go back to rehearsing the movements, for real this time.

you try to ignore the smirk that paints his face as he watches you practicing, a blush painting your own cheeks that starts to match his the longer he stares.

“okay, i think i got it,” you say after a few more rounds of practice. “what do you want to do for the outro?” you ask. “or do you just want to end it after the ‘fly’?”

you turn to hongjoong who looks around the room in thought.

“we could do the ending pose from moonbeam,” he suggests, referring to the title track you’d been promoting on idol radio, and you’re taken aback for a moment.

you’re not so much shocked that he would suggest something to do with your group but that he would choose that pose specifically. it would normally involve you and eclipse’s main vocalist, gam, standing while everyone else sat around you, leaning on each other. you and gam would be staring just past each other as your right arms were tangled in front of you in a sort of love shot position.

“oh, sure,” you say taking a moment to picture you and hongjoong in that position and your blush darkens. “i guess.”

“we don’t have to,” he says, sensing your hesitation. “we can do something else.”

you shake your head as you reassure him, “no, no, it’s fine.”

hongjoong just nods and you run through the challenge once more, practicing the final pose as well and trying to not let the proximity that the pose forces you into affect your face, of course you have no control over how it affects your heart and mind.

“great,” he says, mostly to himself, before calling over the staff member who directs you where to stand and prepares the shot.

the shooting of the challenge itself goes well, you both switching easily into professional mode even if you can see his eyes watching you through the mirror the whole time. you do a few takes, allowing the company to pick whichever they deem best, before you’re done and thanking hongjoong and the staff member for their time.

“oh,” hongjoong perks up before you can begin to head out. “i got you a thank you gift for doing the challenge but i left it in my studio.” he turns to the staff member and asks, “would you mind going to grab it?”

she nods before making her way out of the room, leaving you and hongjoong alone.

your eyes follow her as she leaves but before you can even turn back to hongjoong he’s pulled you into a hug, arms wrapped securely around your waist as he looks into your eyes.

“hi,” he greets with a chuckle, absolutely beaming as you snake your hands around his shoulders.

you giggle in response, your expression mirroring his own, as you finally get to see him how you wish you had for the entire time you’d been in his presence.

“i’ve been waiting to do this for the last half hour,” he says, practically reading your mind.

“so do you actually have a thank you gift or was that just an excuse?” you ask with a tick of your head to the door where the staff member had disappeared.

he looks almost offended as you ask, a humorous disbelief shining in his eyes. “of course i have a gift,” he says and you can hear a slight whine lacing his tone.

“of course,” you say with a chuckle and a shake of your head.

“i would’ve invited you to lunch but the staff would’ve been suspicious,” he adds, “so this is the next best option.”

“i can feed myself you know,” you joke, truly more than happy to have hongjoong buy you meals.

“not if i can help it,” he insists, wrapping his arms tighter and pulling you closer.

you don’t fight against him, your chests now pressed together as you simply wade in the comfort that surrounds you both.

you debate about leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek, wanting to feel the soft skin against your lips, but you don’t. instead you let your cheek fall to his shoulder, resting your head against him and letting the scent of his cologne wash over you.

“what are you doing tomorrow?” hongjoong asks, one of his hands starting to trace along your spine, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“mm,” you hum in thought as you try to remember your schedule. “we have shooting until five and then eunjae wants to watch a new movie,” you say before lifting your head from his shoulder. “why?”

he lets out a breath and his hand comes to a stop on your back, both of his hands gently holding either side of your waist. the smile he gives you seems nervous now, not quite reaching his eyes.

“i wanted to ask if you’d like to get dinner with me tomorrow night,” he explains with a gentle squeeze of your hips. “but if you’re busy we can do it a different night.”

you shake your head quickly, face red and smile as wide as your lips can manage. “eunjae can wait one more day for that movie,” you giggle and watch as his own smile grows.

his hands move from your waist and you start to pull your own arms away when his palms are suddenly on your cheeks, holding your face, and your own hands fly up to cup his. neither of you speak as you glide your hands down to wrap your fingers around his wrist gently, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as his eyes flick between your own.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, trying to see any form of discomfort that might appear on your expression.

“yes,” you respond and before you even finish he’s bringing you into him, lips pressing against your own as softly as he can.

it barely lasts a second before he’s pulling away, his eyes once again searching your own for any hint as to how you’re feeling.

“again?” he asks with a smirk when he notices your lips still puckered and chasing his.

he doesn’t wait for your response this time, diving back into you with an eagerness that challenges your own.

his lips move in sync with yours, one of his hands shifting to the side of your neck and the pads of his fingers pressing into the skin there, sending a shiver down your spine that you're sure he notices by the way you feel him smile against your lips. hongjoong hums gently, the sound vibrating from his own chest to yours and causing you to melt into him further.

you try to pour all of your appreciation for him into the kiss, desperately grasping onto his biceps like he might just vanish at any moment. you hope that he can understand just what you’re trying to tell him, that in this moment, and every moment you’ve shared, he’s made you feel normal. when you were with him, talking to him, you weren’t an idol and neither was he, you were both just you, human and flawed, and in love.

he pulls away after a moment more, placing a few light pecks against your lips before separating completely, and you try to chase his lips again but his hold on your cheek keeps you in place. instead, he presses his forehead against your own, eyes closed as he focuses on steadying his breathing while you flit your gaze around his face, trying to commit each feature to memory.

after what feels like an hour of just existing in the comfortable silence that has engulfed you both, hongjoong pulls away from you, his eyes opening slowly as his hands return to your waist, your own grip on his arms loosening.

“so tomorrow?” he asks, biting his lip before you bring your thumb up to pull the flesh from between his teeth and he places a gentle peck against your finger.

“it’s a date,” you confirm, leaning in to place a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth.

he smiles and says, “i’ll text you,” before he takes a few steps back, forcing you both to separate and you immediately miss him even though he’s still stood right in front of you.

only a moment later the staff member from earlier is stepping back into the room, carrying a bag of your favorite delivery food and making a beeline to you.

you bow in thanks when she hands it to you before doing the same to hongjoong, showing your formal appreciation for the gesture, and the staff member is offering to guide you out of the building.

you’re quick to bid hongjoong goodbye, worrying that you might never leave him unless you go now, and the staff leads you back out the way you came in.

as soon as you make it back to your dorm you feel your phone buzz in your pocket, a text from hongjoong lighting up the screen.

hj<3: can i officially say i’m dating my bias?

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note this started as delusional texts in the group chat based on the specific instagram photos in the header and turned into this

tell me your thoughts

[hwastarxo]

Hongjoong as your boyfriend x chubby reader

Hongjoong would love to simply rest his hands on the softness of your body, rubbing gentle circles on every surface and smoothing around the patterns of your stretch marks.

He touches them and looks at them as much as possible, eyeing you in all of the best ways, his eyes light up at those stretch marks on your body, he views them as constellations and you can tell by the way he looks into your eyes, his eyes bold and sparkling as if you hold all the answers to the universe. He pouts if you even get a thought that your body is anything but beautiful, he’ll punish you with kisses everywhere and little nibbles across your body to remind you of how loved you are.

When he gets too busy with work in the studio he sends you baskets of your favorite things, stuffed animals, flowers and your favorite snacks, and he always makes sure to leave in a heartfelt letter. He often feels he doesn’t do enough to show his love as he’s always busy with his leader duties, but you’re quick to remind him of how much you always feel it.

When he gets time off he likes to just lay in bed with you, he likes to be big spoon so he can rest his hands on your tummy as he kisses up and down your neck, the softness of your round stomach and how it’s so squishy just melts him into pieces, he wants nothing more than to lay with you forever.

You’ll be left with nibbles and  hickeys all over your body when he’s done with you, he doesn’t just do it in a sexual way but just wanting to be close to you and show his love.

He’s a romantic to his core and tries to hide away his reddening face as his group members tease him for how whipped he is for you. His perfectionism makes it hard to give his love out so you know he really cares everytime you’re with him. 

[cherrykpawp]

Heat // Ch 1

Rating: Explicit, Mature (M)

Summary: On his way home, Yunho stumbled upon someone with a pained voice. Curiosity winning the better of him, he found you, a calico hybrid, and decided you were his responsibility moving forward. Little did you know your life would change drastically, making new hybrid friends along the way, and becoming more adventurous than your old life with new experiences.

Pairings: Yunho x reader, Mingi x reader, San x reader, Wooyoung x reader, Yeosang x reader, hinted San x Wooyoung, hinted Mingi x Yeosang, hinted San x Mingi, hinted Wooyoung x Yeosang, hinted San x Yeosang

This fic includes: hybrids, Afab!reader, reader-centric, smut, fluff, angst, minor mentions of death, Dance instructor!Yunho, Owner!Yunho, Vet doctor!Hongjoong, Fashion designer!Seonghwa, Owner!Seonghwa, Vocal professor!Jongho, Calico hybrid!reader, Black cat hybrid!San, Dobermann hybrid!Yeosang, Husky hybrid!Mingi, Maine Coone hybrid!Wooyoung, switch!reader, Soft top!Yunho, switch!Yeosang, switch!San, Top leaning!San, switch!Mingi, switch!Wooyoung, Sub leaning!Wooyoung, cunnilingus, polyamory, threesomes, slow burn, nipple play, unprotected sex (WRAP IT!), creampies, breeding kink, blowjob, throat fucking, Consensual Somnophilia, possible established relationships, teasing, overstimulation, heats, begging, pet names, praise kinks, size difference, some dirty talk, hair pulling, sex toys, face sitting, fingering, voyeurism, squirt, swearing, bondage, slight possessiveness, choking, biting, love bites, eye contact, shower sex, floor sex, cockwarming, alcohol consumption, masturbation, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, scent kink

W.C: 7.6k

MDNI!!

“Thank you, please get home safe!”, It was a late and cold winter night in January. Snow barely stuck to the ground after weeks of its downfall allowing easier travels home instead of praying you wouldn’t slip on any black ice. Yunho stayed for ample time in his dance studio, wrapping up his playlist for next week’s classes and ensuring everything was clean for tomorrow's lesson. 

Exhaling, he could see how cold it was from the condensation he released. It just made him wrap the scarf around his neck even tighter, he can't afford to get sick right now. ‘The guys are most likely gonna want hot chocolate as an excuse for the cold’, he thought. Luckily, there was a convenience store on the way home from the dance studio, where he could pick up some snacks too. Yunho shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged down the sidewalk, most places are closed at this time considering it’s almost 11 pm. The only places that should be open are certain restaurants, clubs, and 24/7 convenience stores. Walking into the store, the clerk automatically greeted him as Yunho became a familiar face around here. Because of that, he’d get discounts if they felt extra nice that day, and if this specific clerk was in today.

“Busy night tonight?”, the clerk asked. Yunho subtly smiled, “Very. Booked classes for the rest of the week, I’m grateful though that I only have to teach 3 of them before I’m allowed to rest for a few days”, he stated matter of factly. The clerk empathized with him before allowing him to browse around the store. Yunho picked up the guy's favorite hot chocolate with marshmallows, cough drops, tea, limited edition snacks he hadn’t seen before that he felt they would like, and hand warmers. He always thinks about the ‘what if’ possibilities as he hates getting sick, he detests it. Yunho brought everything to the counter and swiftly paid for everything, thanking the store clerk for his hard work and wishing him a safe trip home. “Tell San and Mingi I said hello”. Yunho waved his goodbyes before proceeding his way to his house. 

He’s grateful that where he lives, his dance studio, and everything he needs are near him. One of the benefits of living in a city. He didn't live in the busiest parts of the town, maybe an hour or so away from the main part of it but it has its perks. He gets to live a quiet life, well semi-quiet considering he lives with two loud beings but other than that, it was silent for the most part. It was so hushed on the way home that he could hear a pin drop, except what he heard wasn’t exactly a pin. It sort of sounded like a mewl of some kind. He glanced behind him to see if maybe he was just hearing things or a stray animal. Furrowing his brows, he steered towards the alleyway in his direction and looked in it, squinting his eyes. It was dark, hard to make out anything until he heard the mewl again, louder this time.

“Hello?”, Yunho investigated, his words ricocheting off the walls. He second-guessed why he even said hello as if a stray animal could respond but waited for a reaction or response. Yunho tilted his head and almost proceeded to walk off until the mewl he heard this time sounded more painful. Curiosity getting the better of him, Yunho pulled out his phone and turned the flash on in the alleyway. He saw a woman with her head down, looking towards the ground, hair the length of her mid back and shielding her face, knees facing away from where he stood. Her palms faced upwards on either side of her body, registering that she was breathing slowly, She kept mewling in pain, appearing like she wanted to move but couldn’t. Yunho’s flight or fight activated immediately as he rushed towards her, “Excuse me mi-”, something he didn't see from his original position was that this lady had a long tail and cat ears, adorned with black, white, and orange. She’s a hybrid and from his knowledge a Calico type. She had bandages wrapped around her chest down to her midsection and her pelvis down to her mid-thigh, her tail wrapped around her arm, and ears flat on her head. She bored her eyes at the ground towards her legs.

“Are you hurt?”, Yunho questioned, inquisitively, trying not to alarm the hybrid before him. The nameless hybrid looked up, finally making eye contact with the golden-blonde male. Her lifeless and unreadable countenance gave little away, eyes dull and sunken. She switched from eye to eye, looking back at her lap in defeat. Yunho couldn’t understand why but was determined to get her to safety as the situation seemed grave. “Are you able to speak?”, he didn't get a response right away but she nodded timidly. “Do you want to speak to me right now?”, she negated which was more than understandable. “It’s cold out here, I can’t have you sitting outside by yourself like this. Do you mind if I bring you home? It's warmer there than out here”. She raised her head back up, looking at him wearily. Her eyes were glossy, something clearly must've happened to this hybrid considering how apprehensive she was, “I know a great doctor that specializes in hybrids, I can get you some help as well as food in your stomach, clothes, and a place to sleep if you allow me to bring you there. I don’t that far away”.

The calico hybrid hesitated again before nodding, giving her approval. Yunho wasted no time pulling up his contacts and calling his very close friend who’s a doctor. “Hongjoong hyung, it’s an emergency….No, it’s not about San or Mingi but I need you to come to my house as soon as possible”.

‘Hongjoong, San, Mingi…’, jotting down the names you heard him speak on the phone. You don’t exactly know why you were so trusting of him, allowing some stranger to take you home but you had to admit it was freezing. He seemed candid and didn't smell like bad news which gave you some reason to believe he would help you. Maybe you were desperate. Embarrassed and submitting yourself to him, you evaded your eyes from him as he got off the phone. You were uneasy because of your whole ordeal, currently in a vulnerable state, exposed to about anyone and anything and this stranger was finally the one person to stumble upon you to see you like this. 

“Are you able to stand?”, the stranger asked, you shook your head. Your legs feel dead after walking for so long without rest. You're convinced that your soles were bleeding or bruised. Suddenly, warmth surrounded your body. The stranger put his coat over your shoulders, it was long enough to cover your calves if you stood. He also removed the scarf he wore and wrapped it around yours to guarantee you wouldn't get sick. The stranger turned his back towards you, still kneeling, “Please hold on to my shoulders, I’ll bring you home”. Considering he’s risking his health for you, you held on with a tenacious grip. He carefully wrapped your legs under his arms, alleviating some pain before standing up and walking with you on his back out of the alleyway. As soon as the two of you left the alleyway, a gust of wind hit instantly. You felt terrible 

like you were burdening the man with these harsh temperatures. You attempted to wrap his coat over the both of you so that he wouldn't get blasted by the cold.

“I’m okay, don’t worry about me. We’re not too far, I promise”, he appreciated you being solicitous about him. You rested your cheek on the nape of his neck, letting yourself be carried to wherever. “Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, My name is Yunho. Hopefully, I can learn yours in time”, he spoke apologetically. Another name to jot down for later.

“....Y/n”, it came out as a whisper from how dry your throat was. Yunho turned his head slightly, eventually looking back in front of him. He was shocked that you spoke earlier than he anticipated, Yunho thought he’d have to wait a while to hear it. He would’ve honestly waited for however long it took for you to get comfortable to speak anyway, his heart warmed up instantly. “Y/n. What a pretty name”, he complimented you. Yunho couldn't tell but you feigned a smile. Happiness wasn’t something you could fake, especially in the condition you were in now. But you’ll fake it just this once, still on a thin line of trust with this stranger you just met….well…Yunho.

He at least wasn’t lying when he said he didn't live that far. It took him about 10 minutes to reach home. The whole time he was walking, it was rather quiet. Probably because he didn’t want to startle you or anything, preferring that it was for the best. Yunho rang the doorbell with his forehead since his arms were preoccupied with you and a bag in his grip. Five seconds passed before the door swung open. 

“Hyung do you know how late it…..is…”, you heard a male voice at the door, not bothering to look up, loathing at your current state. “Yes San-ah, I’ll get into details soon but I need you to do me a favor and prepare a glass of water. If there's any soup, please make some. Hongjoong hyung is on his way over soon”, Yunho strolled into his house, and the male who opened the door for him closed it as soon as he brought you in. 

“What smells like spoiled fruit?”, you heard another voice emit from somewhere, a more baritone voice. Much deeper than the first voice you heard at the door. Yunho sat you down on the living room couch. You gripped his coat tighter around your body since you were in an unfamiliar setting. “I’m not sure what you mean by that, we don't have fruit lying around and I feel like I would have smelt it”, Yunho placed the bag he was carrying on the table in front of the couch, “then again you do have heightened senses so.” Yunho kneeled before you, your eyes laser-focused on him, too scared to look up at the others surrounding you. “I’m gonna get a washcloth to wipe you down a bit. After my Vet friend gets here, I'll make sure you get a real bath”, Yunho reassures you, leaving you in the living room.

“She's the one that smells like spoiled strawberries and sour lemon”, the voice of the first male uttered to the other. Your ears, if possible, flattened even more on your head at his comments, “Oh no I’m sorry. I was just letting Mingi know where it was coming from”, if Mingi was the one that asked, you could mark off this voice belonging to San. “Way to go, idiot”, the deeper voiced male scowled, causing a huff from San because he made things awkward. He should've just kept his mouth shut. A thought came across your head, heightened senses? How did they know what your distressed scent smelt like? You took it upon yourself to finally face the two men, their appearances finally making sense. 

Yunho has two hybrids; one being a black cat hybrid and the other a husky hybrid. The Black cat hybrid dressed in a black shirt that laced up from the bottom up and molded along his burly body, exposing a bit of his chest, and wore black jeans that hugged his thighs beautifully. His hair appeared so silky, almost glinting against the fluorescent lights. A side part exposed some of his forehead and a pronounced beauty mark on his cheek. His ears were just as shiny as his hair and tail which swayed behind him. The husky hybrid was on the taller and broader side, not as much in the shoulders as the cat hybrid but he was colossal. His hair had a mix of white and black, his ears and tail mimicked those colors. He also had a beauty mark, it was more pronounced in your opinion than the cat hybrid next to him, pinpointed below his eye and on his cheek by his jawline. His lips were luscious and fleshy, not chapped in the slightest. He settled for a black shirt with a dark denim-washed jacket and baggy black jeans but he was decorated with jewelry. Chains around his neck, rings on his fingers, and bracelets to match. He appeared like the more flashy type out of the two. Their looks truly humbled you, you probably looked disgusting to them feeling more distressed and eyes glossing again.

“Hey hey, don’t be upset. San sometimes doesn't know how to read the room”, Mingi put his palms out, ears flicking as he earned a ‘Yah!’ from San. “You pointed it out first, I was just clarifying”, San pouted, his tail swaying low. San forgot the cup in his hand and handed it to you, “Are you able to drink this by yourself? Do you need a straw?”

You shook your head from side to side, gratefully accepting the glass of water. Learning that San and Mingi were hybrids comforted you, the fact that they were well taken care of showed that Yunho is probably as trustworthy as he seems. Downing the glass of water instantly, you smacked your lips a couple of times, exhaling deeply. “Another?”, San asked and you timidly nodded. He took the empty glass and refilled it, he decided to bring the pitcher of water in case you needed more. You took the cup from him again, taking smaller sips this time trying not to come off as desperate. “What’s your name?”, San inquired, he positioned himself on the floor with Mingi following along. They displayed high regard towards you, distancing themselves so you’re not uncomfortable. 

“Y/n..”, announcing more confidently this time since your throat isn’t dry and allowing yourself to relax. “Sorry for burdening you with my scent, I know I don’t smell all that great..”

Mingi pursed his bottom lip, “You don’t need to apologize for that. You’re tense and your stress signals are all over the place. May I ask what happened?”, Now it’s Mingi’s turn to look foolish as you look down at the glass. “Way to go”, San mocked Mingi, his tail hitting Mingi behind his back. Mingi tried hitting him back with his tail but it could only reach so far considering he isn't a cat hybrid, so he settled for just hitting his arm. San almost started bickering until Yunho approached with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. You finally took in his outfit, he wore a cream-colored top with a buttoned V-neck shirt and black jeans. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the protruding vein along his forearm and beautifully long fingers. 

“Boys, move away from her. You're probably suffocating y/n”, Yunho scolded them but not really, imperative that you aren’t. They listened well, moving from their spot on the floor just a few feet farther from you near the TV, having you still in their sight. Can you blame them? They were curious about you. “Sorry about them, they like meeting new hybrids so if they were bothering you please let me know”, the blonde male gave you a warm smile. You attempted to give a small one back but it quickly dropped. “I’m gonna wipe your face first”, he informed you in advance.

The warm washcloth ran across your face, removing any dirt or grime that could have been on it. He made sure to get around your eyes and under your chin. You honestly wanted to purr but fought the feeling. Moving your hair out of the way, he tended to your ears and neck, thoroughly cleaning the area before dipping the cloth back in the water. “Do you mind removing the coat so I can wipe down your arms and legs? I won’t do too much since I still plan on running you a bath. It’s just to make sure you feel more comfortable”. Taking the coat off and laying it next to you, Yunho mouthed to Mingi to put it away so he could continue tending to you. Mingi put the coat away swiftly, taking his previous spot back on the ground by San.

San and Mingi noticed you had bandages wrapped around your torso and pelvis but didn’t pry, rather waiting to find out when you were well acquainted. Yunho ran his cloth over your hands first noticing the scratches on them, getting in between your fingers and wiping away at any dirt he saw around your arms, chest, and back; whatever exposed skin he could get to. He hummed slightly, in his own world as he got everything he could. Lastly were your legs and feet, you had a slight bruise on your knees most likely due to the concrete. He didn't want to press the matter until Hongjoong arrived since he was not a medical professional. The bottom of your feet were also scratched and slightly swollen, making sure to wash off all the debris to remove any chance of infection. Once pleased with his work, he got up to throw the water out and put the washcloth in the hamper. 

You sat on the couch, feeling exposed in front of two hybrids whose tails swayed behind them out of curiosity as they watched you. Your hair covered half of your face, back, and chest. Your hands were in your lap, eyes darting back at the cup and the table fixed in front of you. You weren't sure where to look or what to do anymore without Yunho as a distraction. Ears were in it’s “airplane” mode and your tail wrapped tightly around your waist, too nervous and trying to comfort yourself. Luckily, the doorbell rang and Mingi shot up to answer it, “Hello, Hongjoong hyung”, he greeted, San waved from where he sat, now looking in the direction of where Mingi and the doctor were.

“Hi kids”, he said endearingly, San smiled genuinely at the nickname. Cautiously, Hongjoong walked to where you were and pulled a chair by you, “And hello there miss”, he greeted you with a heartfelt smile. You pulled your eyes from the glass in front of you. Was everyone around here handsome? His hair was a lighter blonde than Yunho’s and similar lengths to Mingi’s but the sides were shorter. He sported a black turtleneck and brown slacks with a bracelet or two on each wrist. His ears were decorated with multiple piercings and he had such a pretty nose. “What’s your name?”,

“Y/n”. San answered jovially, making Hongjoong hum. “Thank you so much for letting me know”. Yunho returned from the restroom, sighing in relief seeing that his close friend reached in time.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for you to come and stop by. I saw her outside and couldn't leave her. I know you feel how cold it is out there”, Yunho seemed perturbed for how long you were in the alleyway. “Of course no problem. However, considering how late it is, I’m staying the night. Don’t worry, I’ll take this couch and leave in the morning. I just don’t feel like traveling home so late. The trains aren’t coming for the next 40 minute intervals”. Yunho agreed with his friend.

Hongjoong opened his case of medical supplies, reaching for gloves first and putting them on before grabbing a sterile metal pan on the table, “Now Miss Y/n, I will be examining you and asking you some questions. I know that there are lots of eyes on you right now in the room, would you like them to leave to allow you some privacy?”, he queried, placing a liner pad on top of the metal tray as he assembled all the necessary equipment for your check up. You scanned around the room, although you didn’t fully know them yet, you weren’t that uncomfortable. So you shook your head, assuring him that you were fine. Yunho had grabbed a chair himself and placed it on the opposite side of Hongjoong, arms crossed as he examined everything Hongjoong was doing.

“First things first, how old are you miss y/n”

“23”

“From what I see, you’re a calico hybrid, am I correct?”, you confirmed. “How long have you been outside?”

“About…3 months, almost 4”, you revealed, Hongjoong visibly perplexed, “you were out in this weather for that long?”, twiddling your thumbs, a small ‘yes’ escaped your lips. “How did you get in this position, Hun?”, he already gave you a nickname, how comforting. Honestly, the question itself was hard enough to answer but you’d rather answer it once than reiterate.

“My previous owner passed away” you started slowly. “They were going to take me away but I didn’t want to return to the hybrid center because I wanted to be wherever my owner was. Plus, as you may know, the older a hybrid gets, the less likely they’re chosen to get a home anyway. I didn’t want to risk that”, looking down at your hands, you closed them and placed them on your knees. “I was naive to the outside world as I was mainly an indoor cat so I easily trusted others….”

Hongjoong noticed how minuscule your voice got after that, he didn’t want to push anything out of you that you weren’t willing to share. “May I ask why you're wrapped in bandages? Did you get injured while outside?”. “No. My clothes had torn while traveling. I found these bandages after searching for food and had to cover myself some way. These are a month old now”.

Hearing this broke Yunho’s heart, he couldn’t fathom what it must’ve been like if he were in your shoes. The hybrids wore a saddened expression, ears flat on their heads. You noticed it right away and felt self-conscious. Yunho saw how you reacted, “San, is the soup done?”, diverging the attention from you so that Hongjoong could continue with questions. San immediately clocked what Yunho was trying to do, mentally slapping himself for making you feel bad unintentionally. 

“When was the last time you ate a proper meal that wasn’t scraps?”, Hongjoong hung the stethoscope around his neck, he was forbearing as he waited for your answer. “....about 2 months now”

‘I see”, Hongjoong jotted everything down, “considering you don’t want to return to the hybrid center, we’ll figure something out for you. In the meantime, I’m going to do the procedures now and take blood samples, okay?”. You hummed, acknowledging him. 

Hongjoong instructed you to plant your feet on the ground and to sit upright so he could wrap the blood pressure kit around your arm, squeezing the pressure ball. You felt it tighten and tighten before he released the pressure. Removing it from your arm, he clamped an oximeter on your finger and brought a thermometer under your tongue. Yunho kept a watchful eye on numbers, having seen this done several times for the boys, and to remind Hongjoong in case he forgot although he doubted he’d forget. He removed tools, wearing the stethoscope, and brought the metal to your chest, “Deep breaths”. You did what he asked, watching him move it to different parts of your torso and back. Hongjoong removed it and put it away. “You have a slight fever, especially since you've been out in this cold for a while. I’m glad it’s not pneumonia or anything worse so far. Your blood pressure is higher than it should but I’ll mark it off of you being stressed unless the blood work says otherwise”.

Nodding, you watched as he grabbed a tourniquet and tied it around your arm. Hongjoong wiped the area with an alcohol wipe as your vein slowly protruded before sticking a needle in it. You winced at the prick but you're confident you've felt worse. He grabbed a couple of vials and collected your blood to sample in his office later, after he was done he covered the needle mark with a bandaid. “Before I proceed with this next needle I must ask, when was your last heat?”

Sheepish, you answered him. “3 months ago”. A shocking revelation to the hybrids behind Hongjoong and Yunho. San had returned a while ago after checking on the soup, he was just naturally discreet. 

“Ah, really? That’s not good”. “Why? What will happen?”, Yunho expressed concern. “Heats are usually every other month. But with her position, stress levels, and possible trauma, her body wasn’t granting her to have one. All this means is that her next heat will be worse than what a hybrid usually experiences and it will last longer”. Hongjoong frowned, looking at his friend. “We’re going to have to decide what we’re going to do now before I administer this next shot.”

You watched the two blonde males before you waiting for an explanation. The doctor starts, “So miss y/n and Yunho. I’m going to need consent from both parties but mainly y/n. Would you allow Yunho to adopt you if the proposition was given to you? If you decline the offer, I can’t help but have to send you to a hybrid clinic but for older hybrids so you wouldn’t feel as terrible about getting adopted.”. Your heart started racing a mile a second about having to return to a hybrid clinic, “Yes, I would allow him to adopt me if it wouldn't be too much. Especially since I feel like I’m already invading the privacy of San and Mingi”

Mingi tried to play it off cooly like he wasn’t delighted to have another potential hybrid friend in the house, “you’re not invading our privacy at all, we’d love you here”, he feigned excitement as if his ears weren’t pointed up and his tail wagging ridiculously behind him. It hit San several times but he ignored his cries to relax. You genuinely smiled this time at how silly they were, now San’s tail is swaying faster because he adored your smile.

“Would you be interested in adopting y/n, Yunho?”, Hongjoong asked his friend. Yunho didn’t have to think hard about it, reverencing your wishes on not wanting to be put in a clinic. But you’d have to be the last hybrid he gets because he doesn’t have enough space after you. “Of course”, he respectfully bowed to you, displaying his gentleness for you. You bowed back.

“Great. Then it’s settled. I have the adoption papers in my case for you both to sign and then I’ll bring it to my office tomorrow to place you in the system.”. He halted the last bit of the procedures, removing his gloves to hand you the paper so you could examine the consent form and see if you agreed. You signed after reading it all, giving the paper to Yunho, signing his signature.

‘Hyung, we have a new friend’, Mingi exclaimed enthusiastically to San, causing Yunho to shake his head at them and chuckle, wrapping up the signing. 

“Trust me miss y/n”. I’ve known Yunho for a very long time, he’s the kindest spirit around and a gentle giant”, Yunho playfully brushed off Hongjoong’s sappy words, “as for those two knuckleheads over there” earning a ‘hey!’ from Mingi, “you’ll be more than entertained. They love making friends and meeting new hybrids. They have two other hybrid friends that you’ll most likely meet soon. However, I do have to let their owner know to give you some time to adapt before you meet them because one is known to be a handful and doesn’t know what personal space is. I don't want you to get suffocated by him.”, he mentioned candidly. Two more hybrids? You wondered what breeds they would be.

“For the last three procedures, I do have to check your urethra and insert an IUD. Urethra to make sure there isn’t any blockage and IUD considering I don't know how you’ll plan to handle your heat but I doubt Yunho would want kittens running around. It’s also mandatory until you are 100 percent sure you want them, then he’d have to accommodate”, Hongjoong stared him dead in the eyes, “you’d have to accommodate her”.

“Hyung, I heard you the first time”, Yunho chuckled. “I know, I just like to reiterate. Especially since she’s officially your first female hybrid. I’ll leave a list of heat hotels and prescribe suppressants in the morning to have them sent expedited the same day because we don’t know when her heat will come”.

Hongjoong put on new gloves, grabbing the contraception and an alcohol wipe. He cleaned a spot in your inner forearm and carefully inserted it inside your arm. It hurt of course but you handled it like a champ, earning a ‘good girl’ from Hongjoong. Finally, he picked up a needle full of clear liquid, releasing any air bubbles. “This is a pheromone enhancer. I wanted to do this last because she’d be more easily persuaded to do things she probably wouldn’t have wanted to do in her normal state. That’s why I asked for her consent for the adoption papers and such”, he educated Yunho since he never had this done to San and Mingi as they never needed it. Hongjoong turned to you, “It’s gonna make you more sensitive but only for a while. It will wear off in an hour or two. It will relieve any stress you are experiencing and amplify pheromones but will make the urethra procedure more comfortable. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do. But my scent isn’t that great right now, I don’t think San and Mingi want to smell spoiled fruit any longer”, you winced at your own words. ‘That’s what Mingi meant earlier’, Yunho mentally noted.

“One, they can live”, Hongjoong said abrasively yet playfully. “Two, It will return your scent to normal instantly and when it wears off it will stay normal until your levels of distress are heightened again so there’s no need to worry hun”, he smiled towards you. You were relieved, giving him an ‘okay’ to administer the shot. He cleaned a spot on the top part of your other arm, injecting it in. Immediately, your arm felt hot. “Yunho, something I need from you”, you began to purr softly, tail unwrapping from your waist and swaying behind you. Your ears were raised and your skin felt raw but in a good way.

“Oh…”, Mingi’s tail stopped swaying fast and instead lowered a bit, swaying slower. San’s tail swayed softer, inhaling the new scent you were releasing. “She…she smells of..”, San started but Mingi finished, “chocolate musk and strawberry”. You blushed at their reaction, looking at Yunho’s eyes, not bothering to tear them away from him.

“Yes hyung?”, Yunho stared back for a bit, seeing how your personality changed from one shot. 

“Get those two out of here. I’m not saying they’ll do anything, it's more so that the urethra procedure is more exposing. Bring a towel, run a warm bath for her, and prepare fresh clothes. You’re going to have to buy her clothes of course and toiletries like pads and tampons. I know you have an extra guest room, that should be hers and she’ll need a lock on her door in case there are times she wants to isolate and be by herself. She also just deserves her privacy. Her meal plan for the next week will have to be light soups, noodles, and oatmeal before you give her solids because she is malnourished. And in case her heat comes and she doesn’t want to spend it with anyone, please get her some heat toys. It is safer for her to spend her heat with someone though”, Hongjoong finished laying down a whole list for Yunho. 

He got to work right away seeing as your purring became more audible. Your tail wrapped around Hongjoong’s arm, catching his attention. He pet your head, making you lean into his touch. “Boys, head to your room, come on. You’ll see y/n tomorrow”. Mingi and San stood up, wishing you a good night before heading to their rooms. Yunho grabbed a towel for Hongjoong, gaining a ‘thank you’ from the older male. He left you alone so Hongjoong could finish the last of the procedures. A warm bath was run for you upstairs, venturing to his room to find clothes small enough for you. He felt bad, wishing he prepared better but how would he have known you'd come into his life suddenly. From his closet, he reached for a black long sleeve, boxers, grey sweatpants, and socks. He brought the clothes to the bathroom down the hall, placing them on the toilet seat; the hybrids have their bathroom downstairs but since the guest room is upstairs, you might as well share the bathroom upstairs with him. He provided an extra toothbrush for you, the one thing he was grateful for was that his body wash was vanilla scented. He didn’t like the harsh scents that were considered “overly manly” because they never appealed to him.

Yunho heard his name being called from downstairs, marching his way downstairs. Hongjoong took his gloves off and packed his tools away. “Everything’s done, her urethra isn’t blocked luckily. Again, I’ll be here on the couch and plan on leaving early in the morning to give in these samples and hand in the adoption papers. You can take her to bathe now, but make sure she eats after her bath. I don’t want her sleeping with an empty stomach”. Hongjoong pet your head again, “have a good rest sweetheart”.

“You too”, you replied. The towel Yunho brought downstairs was wrapped around your waist, Hongjoong had disposed of your old bandages from your pelvis but kept your top one on. Raising your arms, you reached for Yunho to carry you since your feet were still out of commission. Yunho gladly picked you up bridal style so the towel wouldn't slip off you. After the two flights of stairs, he sat you on the edge of the bathroom tub and locked the door behind him.

“So…”, he clapped his hands, his ears turned red.

“So…”, you repeated his words, tail still swaying behind you.

“Are you comfortable with me washing you or would you like to do it yourself? I’ll be right out the door if anything.”

“You technically did earlier, I don’t see why not”, you shrugged, no longer feeling uncomfortable. You’re not wrong but you get why he’s asking, “I’m fully aware of what’s happening you know so don’t feel uncomfortable or feel like you’re taking advantage of me”. 

Yunho eased a bit after that. “Okay. I’m going to remove these bandages now”. He grabbed the end piece of the bandage, unraveling it off your chest until it fully exposed you, chest and all. He turned around and discarded the bandage into the garbage. Yunho turned your legs to dip them into the tub, removing the towel from your waist to submerge yourself in the warm water. It reached your chest, making you want to relax deeper into it. You close your eyes and immerse yourself in this experience that you haven’t felt in a while.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now”, Yunho chuckled, he dipped a washcloth into the water and poured some vanilla body wash on it. Feeling him scrub your back felt amazing, it felt like it’s been a millennium since your last wash. Your purrs amplified even more, only because you felt content. You let him run the cloth over the front of your chest and down your torso, almost placing your head on his arm. Yunho grabbed your arm, scrubbing both of them, “am I being too rough?”

“Not at all”, Your chest vibrated, “It feels amazing”. Yunho blushed at your words, happy to see you more serene than on edge like earlier. You could see how reluctant he was to go any lower, “I could do it if you don’t want to”, grabbing the cloth out of his hand. 

“Thank you”. Yunho gathered water to pour it over your head, placing a hand over your forehead to shield your face from the water. One thing he forgot to reach for was his shampoo and conditioner. As he got up to grab it you cleaned your lower half, wanting to react but didn’t want to startle him. You were still sensitive to the shot given by Hongjoong. 

Yunho carefully washed your scalp, thoroughly getting every inch before grabbing a comb and combing from the bottom up to untangle. He’s never had hair this long but he’d rather take his time detangling it than ripping it out. 

“Yunho..”, you peeped after minutes of silence. “Yes y/n?”. “Thank you for finding me and taking me in. It doesn't feel right for me to invade your home but you never made it seem like I was a bother and you’re very gentle just like Hongjoong had mentioned earlier. I would’ve been fine with the check up from him and put back outside”.

Yunho frowned at that statement, “I wouldn’t have allowed that. Hybrid or not, I still would’ve helped you because that's just human decency. I know people in the world lack it but it’s something engraved in me since I was small”.

“That’s a beautiful trait to have. We need more of that”, your eyes fluttered, staring at the wall. He could sense something was still wrong but you’ll open up eventually he pondered. Yunho washed the rest of the conditioner out of your hair, “are you able to stand for me to dry you?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course”

“No. My feet are pretty beat up, I’m so sorry”, you felt pathetic.

“No need to apologize, seriously. I’ll take care of you till you can and so will the boys”. You’re glad your intuition was right about trusting him and lucky enough to see that he had hybrids himself. He helped you sit on the tub’s edge again, pushing the mat by it to catch the water before swinging your legs over and onto it.

Yunho grabbed a separate towel, briefly squeezing the water out of your hair, and wrapped it in it. The other towel he had prepared for you was used to dry you. “I hope you don’t mind the boxers or oversized clothes. This is all I had. We can order some stuff in the morning”. You nodded, you weren’t bothered at all by the clothes. It’s better than bandages in the cold. He dressed you quickly, admiring how the sleeves bunched so much around your arms and pants legs. He acknowledged that the pants weren’t hybrid friendly but you didn’t seem bothered. Yunho was going to brush your teeth for you but you wanted to do it yourself since it’s something you can at least do. He settled for blow drying your hair so you didn’t go to bed with wet hair.

After everything was done, he lifted you bridal style and brought you back downstairs to eat something at least. He knew brushing your teeth before eating was redundant but you had to eat. Hongjoong was dead asleep on the couch, snoring like some old man. Yunho sat you at the dining table a couple of feet away from the living room area so he could prepare some soup in a bowl for you. You admired his house layout, it was a bit bigger than your previous place but the ceilings were a little higher. Pieces of artwork were displayed throughout the house and had a nice backyard with a sliding glass door that was fenced off. The dining table was made of black and white marble so it looked expensive, you wondered what he did for a living.

Yunho came back with a decently sized portion of soup and noodles. Placing it in front of you, you thanked him and drank some of the broth first with a spoon, indulging in the rich flavor it offered. He took a seat across from you, watching you eat. You seemed so focused on the soup, eating desperately because this was the first home-cooked meal in months.

“I might have to call out of work in the morning to watch over you”, Yunho considered, he didn’t want to leave you immediately without seeing what your first day in a new setting would be like. “I wouldn’t want to risk getting income because of me”, Yunho shrugged at your comment.

“I wouldn’t be coming home until later again and I’d rather hurry and get your necessities. Plus, my other dance teacher will live without me”

Your ears rose, learning something new about him. “You’re a dance teacher?”. Yunho nodded, which explains why he’s so lean. Tall too, at least an inch taller than Mingi. “That’s interesting. I wouldn’t have imagined”

Yunho’s ears turned red, “what did you think I was?”.

“An actor”, you deadpanned, “you have such a handsome face, handsome people are usually actors”.

Yunho smiled at the compliment, “Acting was one of my dreams but dancing was always my passion and now I get to teach it”, pride swelling his chest.

“Must be lovely to live your dream”, you complimented, finishing half of your soup. 

“Do you have one?”, he questioned

“Hmm..”, you knew what it was but it was sort of unrealistic because it wasn’t a common thing, “I did like drawing growing up but my passion has always been singing. I always wanted to be a singer but it’s not common amongst hybrids”.

“Why not still do it anyways? You can sing at open mics or karaoke or write your own music. I have a friend who is a singing teacher, he can help you with anything you need”.

“Do you have friends in every job field?”, you chuckled.

“No but it sure does feel like it sometimes”, Yunho rubbed the back of his neck, “plus I don’t have that many friends, I would rather have a small group than a whole group of fake ones”. You respected that, finishing your soup. Yunho noticed the bowl was done, “would you like another bowl or are you good for tonight?”

“I’m good for tonight, if there’s more in the morning I’ll eat some then”, Yunho grabbed the bowl and put it in the sink, washing out every residue before placing it in the dishwasher. Making his way back to you, he lifted you bridal style and led you upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Inside the room was a queen-sized bed with blue sheets, a blanket and pillow set, two nightstands with a lamp on either side, a dresser, a closet, and a push-out window. “This will be your new room. We’ll get to decorate it how you want it soon but please, get as comfortable as you like”. Yunho placed you on the soft bed, slightly sinking into the plush mattress. It's been a while since you’ve laid on a bed, in a nice room and its warmth. It was hard to take in that you’ll no longer be on the streets. “If you need me, my room is two doors down, right next to the bathroom. Please do not hesitate to call me, shout even. I will be there”. Yunho had a serious look on his face, he’d risk not only his health but sleep for you if he had to. “Do you need anything before I leave?”.

You shook your head, feeling the effects of the shot wearing off. “No, please get some rest, Yunho. You've done more than enough for me”, you said honestly. Yunho gave it a second thought but he pet the top of your head anyways, “Goodnight y/n”. He turned around to walk out the door to save himself from potential embarrassment. 

Before he walked out of the room, you called his name. Yunho turned his head to face you, “Goodnight”. He placed his hand over his heart and bowed before leaving the room.

Ultimately, you were left by yourself in a foreign room that was now considered yours. Did you imagine this is a million years? No, not for a million more at least. But you’re more than grateful to have been brought in. You hadn’t called Yunho before he left to tell him goodnight, but because you wanted to sleep in his bed with him for comfort. You just couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Although you’ve been reassured many times that you weren’t invading, bothering, or being a burden to anyone, you always felt like that inside. So you planned on handling yourself independently before asking him for comfort, he’s been nothing but sweet anyway. Instead, you’re looking forward to what the next few days, months, and hopefully years will bring for you. You can’t wait to officially meet Mingi and San properly and their other two hybrid friends. You haven’t had this many hybrid friends since….

Well… that’s enough for right now. You decided to try and sleep, it's been days since you slept properly. Placing the blanket over your shoulders with your head hitting the soft pillows, you attempted to fall asleep. You’d soon realize that tonight’s sleep would shortly be another unsuccessful one.

[st4ytiny]

Mirror sex with wooyoung? Him being really chatty and lowkey a brat as he teases the reader to look into the mirror?

I can't get that picture of wooyoung out of my damn mind.

Mentions of manhandling, bratty Wooyoung, Switch Wooyoung / swtich reader, teasing, cursing, hairpulling, choking, feral Wooyoung, bruising/marking, limit pushing, mirror sex, PWOP, tiny mention of his lip bleeding?

No gender or bodyparts specified either.

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Brat Wooyoung who pushes all your buttons and won't ever shut up unless you gag him. He's a fucking freak. No matter who you are, he will tease you by saying shit like "Oh (Name)? Can't you even dom me properly?" or "Do I really have to do it myself?". Except he does know that he cannot do it himself because last time that happened, he started sobbing halfway and begged you to do it instead. (That was probably the only time he ever gave up his bratty act without you doing anything)

Brat Wooyoung who loves it when you tell him to fuck you himself. This man growels. He is the biggest switch ever so he won't say no to a challange. Everytime he fucks you, it starts off with you on your back, usually in missionary. He LOVES manhandling, bending and stretching you into all kinds of positions. He has the audacity to act like a dom until you draw the line, wrapping a hand around his throat and he backs down immediately.

Brat Wooyoung who doesn't give one fuck about the curses and complaints falling from your lips. He knows you know your safeword and that you aren't afraid to use it.

Brat Wooyoung who has you on all fours then pressing your chest into the mattress. Fucking into you harder and pulling your hair, forcing your head up to make eye-contact with yourself in the mirror. He's biting his own lip so hard, it's almost bleeding before his eyes roll back into his skull. Lewd moans and words spilling from his mouth. He loosens his grip on your hair, focusing on your hips, making sure to reach all the delicious spots in you.

"Oh (Name)〜 Come on pretty, look into the mirror for me. Look how good you look all tangled up with me"

His annoyingly sexy voice whispers into your ear as his lips place open-mouthed kisses behind your ear. You curse while moans contionue falling from your lips. Wooyoung knows exactly how to tease and rile you up. It feels so good it almost hurts. He roughly pulls your hair back, making you have eye-contact with your reflection and you bite your lip in response. Your eyes dart up to Wooyoung's fucked out expression. His jaw is clenched, eyes dazy, brows furrowed and he has a hand gripping your hip so hard its about to bruise. Your eyes trail down the marks he has left on you.

Songs I listened to while writing

BTBT - B.I 〜 GIVEN-TAKEN - ENHYPEN 〜 DRUNK-DAZED - ENHYPEN 〜 CRIMINAL - TAEMIN 〜 LOVE KILLA - MONSTA X

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An Honest Mistake

Plot: During an ordinary Halloween party, your evening and life are changed when a stranger mistakes you for someone else.

Prompt: They mistake you as their friend at a costume party and accidentally kidnap you.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Gn!Reader (strangers to ???)

A/n: I was super vague about the reader's costume, so just imagine you are dressed as whichever masked hero you would prefer. Also, do people actually use the term "pursue"? Or is that just a show thing?? lmao

Words: 2.1k

Wandering through the party, you waved at some people that were looking at your costume. You were dressed as your favorite superhero, mask and all. The costume itself was good quality and you liked it, however, the downside was with the mask on, you had to practically yell for anyone to hear you talk.

This led to you taking the mask off a few times throughout the night to save your vocal cords from the strain.

It was getting late in the night at this point, and you were considering going home. Walking from room to room, you were looking for the host, a friend of yours, so you could say goodbye before leaving.

Entering the main room, where a lot or people seemed to converge to dance and play various drinking games, your eyes caught on someone walking your way.

He was attractive, his hair was tied back, and he was wearing an old style royal outfit. It suited him.

You began growing more and more confused as his eyes locked on you before they widened in recognition. He waved at you and began approaching you quickly. You hesitated in your steps out of confusion.

Did you know him? No, definitely not.

Stopping in front of you, he smiled widely, his features even more attractive close up. You tilted your head in confusion as he spoke to you.

"There you are! I've been looking for you!"

"Huh?"

Your heart started pounding as he took your hand in his and began dragging you along to follow him.

"Come on, we should go!"

You shook your head in confusion, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

He frowned as he looked back, "What?"

Before you could speak again, he spoke to some other people that greeted him as he passed.

You were growing more and more confused. You tried to pull your hand away, but he kept his grip tight. You tried calling out to him again, but between your mask and the loud party around you it was pointless.

You continued to doge various people as he pulled you along, never hearing your questions, and his grip never loosening enough for you to pull your hand away.

Seeing he was heading towards the door, you let him finish leading you there. It would be quieter, and you could finally figure out what the hell he was doing kidnapping you in the middle of a party.

As soon as you stepped out of the door, you yanked your hand away and he looked back surprised.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

He furrowed his brow as he heard your muffled voice, not recognizing it. He watched as you pulled your mask off, revealing the confused face of a stranger.

"Oh!" He yelled out and you stared at him stunned.

"Oh?!"

He rose his hand to his mouth, now understanding why you were trying so hard to pull your hand away from him. And why he thought he kept hearing you try to talk through your mask.

"I'm so sorry! I thought you were my friend!" He looked you up and down, his face full of surprise and guilt, "You're wearing the exact same costume."

You frowned at him, unsure if you should believe him. But seeing the look on his face, you couldn't help but give him the benefit of the doubt.

Running your hands throw your hair to fix it, knowing it was probably wild after being in your mask, you missed how the stranger's eyes raked over you.

Wooyoung had to admit, you were very attractive. "I am sorry!" He said again as he repressed a light laugh.

You caught this and looked at him dumbfounded. "Did you just laugh?" You tried to sound serious, but amusement was evident in your own voice.

He shook his head, "Sorry, sorry, it's just... It's not every day I accidentally kidnap someone."

You let out a laugh, feeling a bit less tense at his humor at the situation. It could have been a lot worse.

"Well, it's not every day someone accidentally kidnaps me."

He grinned, and you felt your heart flutter. You cleared your throat, "Why don't you try calling your friend instead?"

He let out a sigh. "My phone died, and I can't remember their number."

"Ah." You stood there in silence for a brief moment, "Well. This was fun, but I should-" as you gestured that you were gonna head back inside, he suddenly stepped forward.

"Wait!" You paused and he smiled softly, "What's your name?"

You thought for a second, "You first."

He smiled brightly as he waved his hand at you in greeting, "Wooyoung!"

You held back a giggle at his actions, he had a much brighter personality than you were expecting.

"Y/n."

"Nice to meet you Y/n, sorry for dragging you out like that, I must have scared you."

You saw guilt flash across his face, and you smiled, "A bit, but it was a misunderstanding, so it's okay."

Another moment of silence passed between you, before you let out a soft breath, "I'm gonna head back in, I was looking for someone too."

He grimaced a little, "Sorry." He started to follow you back inside, "I should try to find my friend again."

You gave him a small head nod before you walked into the crowd. Wooyoung felt an urge to stop you, but let you go, ignoring the instant regret that washed over him as you disappeared in the crowd.

Your heart was still fluttering as you weaved through the crowds, looking out for your friend. Should you have talked to him more? You shook the thought away as soon as it came.

Suddenly, your eyes caught on a figure nearby, dressed exactly like you. You let out a soft laugh as you walked over to them. Tapping them on the shoulder, they looked over at you. You gestured for them to lean in. When they did you spoke up loud enough for them to hear.

"Your friend Wooyoung is looking for you!"

They looked over at you and you gestured to where you had left him. The stranger gave you a thumbs-up before you waved and left.

Just as you were about to give up hope of finding your friend, you spotted them across the room. After saying your goodbyes, you headed back to the front door, ready to go home after a fairly eventful night.

As you made it out the front door, you began walking towards the road before you heard your name called. Looking back, you saw Wooyoung, and his now unmasked friend standing nearby.

He ran up to you and you felt your heart flutter again. "Oh, hello again."

He grinned as he stopped in front of you. "My friend told me you found him in the crowd and pointed me out." You nodded and he continued. "I told him what happened, and he smacked me." He rubbed the back of his head as he said this, and you chuckled.

"Hey, uh, this might be a bit out of the blue, but.... do you think I can get your number?"

You felt your brain short-circuit for a second as your breath caught. "You want my number?"

He nodded with a shy smile, and you felt your heart skip. You bit the inside of your lip before you nodded softly, "Okay."

Wooyoung repressed a grin as you took his phone, typing in your information. He was jittery all over as excitement radiated through him. He really wasn't expecting you to say yes. Maybe you felt the same thing he did when you met earlier.

Handing his phone back, you smiled softly at him. He happily looked at the phone and you couldn't help the butterflies that filled your stomach.

"Do you know the host well?" You nodded and he seemed to grow a bit more exited. "Are you going to their party in a few days?"

You let out a soft breath, "Actually I offered to help set it up, so yeah I'll be there."

He grinned, "I'm going too! Do you mind if we meet up during it?"

Your heart was now hammering heavily in your chest as you shook your head, "I don't mind."

"Awesome." He grinned.

You couldn't repress your smile at his bluntness in showing how he was really feeling. "Anyways, I'll let you go." He began stepping away from you, smiling one more time, "See you later."

You smiled and waved, "See you later, Wooyoung."

Walking away and getting ready to call an uber, you glanced back one time to see Wooyoung still watching you. Your heart jolted as you quickly turned back, your neck heating up from the interaction.

Your mind seemed to linger on Wooyoung for the next few days, the frequency rising as the part grew closer and closer. He messaged you the morning after you met, and consistently over the next few days. Casual conversation and various questions, as he seemed fairly interested in getting to know you.

When the day of the party finally came around, you helped your friend set the party up, all the while you nervously counted down when Wooyoung might arrive.

The party was more of a casual gathering, taking part during the day and focusing more on Autumn than Halloween, though everyone was expected to wear a costume.

This time, you came without a mask, deciding to dress up as another one of your more casual-appearing favorite movie characters.

As you set up various pumpkins on the porch, you weren't aware of the person watching you from nearby. Not until you accidentally snapped off the stem of a pumpkin and heard a soft muffled giggle behind you.

Looking back, your heart jolted at the sight of Wooyoung, dressed in a military-esque outfit. It suited him, of course.

"Wooyoung! Why are you here so early?"

As you rose, he approached you, his charming smile captivating. He hummed softly as he stopped in front of you, his smile becoming a bit shyer.

"I may have asked if I could come early so I could see you."

Your heart jolted in your chest as you repressed a grin, "But you were going to see me later though."

He nodded but smiled almost slyly, "But I couldn't guarantee I'd get you all to myself."

You were a bit stunned by his blunt response and he chuckled softly at your reaction. "Too much?"

Letting out a soft breathy laugh you shook your head, "No, not too much, just a bit unexpected."

"I just wanted you to know my intentions."

You peered at him as you bit back a smile, "Your intentions?"

He hummed and nodded, "Yep."

"And those would be what exactly?"

He smiled slyly as he took a small step closer to you and leaned in, as if he was going to tell you a secret. "That I intend to pursue you."

You almost choked, as you met his eyes with a stunned gaze. He chuckled as he raised his brow, "What?"

"You- you don't even know me!"

He laughed, "I know, but I know enough to know where I want this to go. And we'll get to know each other along the way."

You let out a bewildered scoff as you bit back a bashful smile. Wooyoung could tell you were a bit overwhelmed and smiled almost proudly.

"Plus, we have a good meet-cute story."

"You mean when you basically kidnapped me?"

"It was an honest mistake!" He defended himself, making you laugh. "And it was a mistake I don't regret making." He added on softly, making your heart flutter.

"Sure you won't regret it?"

He nodded his head confidently. "I'm sure."

You hummed teasingly, as if you weren't convinced, and he tilted his head and smiled softly, "I'll prove it."

"Oh really?"

He nodded, "Mhm." He leaned in again, and spoke softly, making your heart beat heavily. "Will you let me?"

You remained silent for a moment as your eyes met his. His gaze both challenged you, and told you his words were in earnest.

You bit the inside of your lip, before you spoke softly, your tone betraying your feelings as you tried to sound equally challenging. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

He grinned at your response, his eyes grazing across your features, making you feel nervous under his gaze as he remained close to you.

You were both challenging each other in a way that excited you. Neither of you fully understood these strong feelings for someone you barely knew, but somehow, deep down, you knew it was gonna last.

xx End xx

The second half sucks, I am sorry. I forgot about this and am hurrying to write it the night before it goes out.

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[10:14 pm] — Choi San ᡣ𐭩

please enjoy this little blurb about moving in with san, and trying to get your cats to bond with each other…or, more accurately, me using that scenario as an excuse to write about soft, domestic san

choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you so much choi san i love you s-

“I think they’re getting along,” San mutters, leaning back into the couch, shoulders pressing into the firm cushions. Your gaze wanders over his big shoulders, just admiring the gorgeous man that you get to call yours. Your eyes meet his, heart warming at the way he sweetly smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the sides as dimples form on his soft cheeks.

“Yeah,” you respond, plopping down next to him after he patted the spot beside him. He extends one arm over your shoulders, gently bringing you even closer to him. You happily nuzzle into his warmth, throwing your leg over his lap as you do so, your head resting on his chest.

You both look at the sight in front of you; your cat and his sniffing at one another. When your cat nuzzles against Byeol (San’s cat) and is met with a similar nuzzle, the pair seeming to approve of one another, you grin. “They’re definitely getting along,” you hum happily, resting your chin on San’s chest as you look up at him. He looks at you, hand rubbing over your back. “I love you,” you say, merely a whisper.

“I love you,” he responds, nuzzling his nose against yours in a way that’s reminiscent of your beloved pets, and god, everytime you genuinely think you can’t fall any harder for this man, he doesn’t something like that, and you fall deeper into your abyss of pure adoration for him.

You press your lips against his, the two of you sharing a short, sweet kiss. Just when San goes back in for seconds, a thud sounds on the couch, and there Byeol is stepping up on San’s thigh, clearly wanting attention. In a similar fashion, your cat follows in Byeol’s steps, sitting at your feet.

“That’ll have to wait, we have kids to tend to,” San says playfully, pecking your lips before turning his attention to Byeol, petting the purring cats’ head sweetly. You push yourself off of San just to scoop your own cat up, and soon, the four of you are snuggled up on the couch.

Nothing else in the world could bring you the very happiness and contentment you feel in this moment.

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🏠┆home in your arms

song mingi x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where mingi missed you

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none!

│roulette prompt 6 + mingi + galactic

You put the key into the lock, making sure you're quiet enough not to wake Mingi up—your flight was delayed and you landed in the middle of the night. You were about to turn the key when the door suddenly opened. Mingi stood there, his hair disheveled. You smiled at him and wanted to say hi, but before you could open your mouth, Mingi pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. He breathes in your scent, and you can't help but smile against his chest.

"I missed you," he whispers, arms tightening around you. "Don't go away for that long again."

You laugh. "Baby, it was only three days," you say as you gently pull away to peck his lips, but he only pulls you back in, burying his face in your neck.

"Three days too long," he mumbles against your skin, and you can't help but melt into his warmth.

He hums contentedly, swaying you both gently from side to side in the doorway. The cool night air wraps around you both, but you can barely feel it with how warm he keeps you. His fingers trace patterns on your back, and you can tell he won’t let go even for a moment.

"Will you at least let me close the door?" you ask yet your arms tighten around his waist.

Mingi chuckles, "Fine, but only if you promise not to leave my arms for the rest of the night." You smile and nod against him, letting him shuffle backward just enough for you to kick the door closed behind you.

You lock eyes as you stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. He smiles into it and pulls you closer to kiss you, slowly, lovingly.

"I missed you too, love," you say, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. His eyes are filled with so much love and adoration that it makes your heart skip a beat.

Mingi pulls back slightly, a pout forming on his lips. "You better have missed me just as much," he teases, his eyes twinkling. "I might be devastated if you tell me you didn't think about me every single second you were away."

You giggle, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Every single second? Even when I was sleeping?"

"Especially when you were sleeping," he says with mock seriousness. "I expect detailed reports of all your dreams about me."

You laugh, playing along. "Well, there was this one dream where you were a galactic cowboy, riding through the stars on a glowing space horse..."

Mingi's eyes light up with amusement. "A galactic cowboy? Do tell more."

You can't help but giggle at his eager expression. "You were wearing this ridiculous sparkly spacesuit with cowboy boots and a hat that had little twinkling stars all over it."

He bursts into laughter, the sound warm and rich. "Sounds like quite the fashion statement. Maybe I should try that look sometime."

"Please don't," you say through your giggles, burying your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head, and you both stay like that for a while.

"Come on," he whispers, tugging you gently toward the bedroom. "Let's get you to bed. You must be exhausted from your flight." You nod sleepily, finally feeling the tiredness settling in now that you're home. As you both curl up under the covers, his arms still wrapped protectively around you, you know that no matter where you go, coming back to him will always feel like coming home.

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Ateez Reaction ✧ Finding out their s/o has self harm scars

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: reaction, comfort ✧ warnings: mentions of self harm/self harm scars

Author's note: I've been wanting to write something like this for a long time and always hesitated to do it because I was afraid of any unkind reactions. However, I figured that we all deserve to feel neutral and okay about our scars, so I hope that this can be a comfort to some <3

Hongjoong:

when he first happens to catch a glimpse of your scars on accident he's pretty sure that they're self harm scars

but he'll keep quiet about them, aware that he probably wasn't meant to see them, and in no way does he want to pressure you into talking about something you're not ready to

however he does make sure to drop a "you know you can tell me anything" as soon as he gets the chance for it

once you do decide to tell him though, he'll try his best to just listen and to make it clear that he would never ever judge you for something like this

won't ask too many questions so as not to overwhelm you - instead he'll convey to you that you can always come talk to him about this if you want to

definitely the type to caress and kiss your scars a lot (if you're okay with that), in order to make you feel that you don't need to be ashamed of them or hide them

he will do a lot of research on the topic as well, and will try to find ways to help spread awareness and destigmatize self harm scars

Seonghwa:

when you open up to him about your self harm scars he can't hide the shock that creeps onto his face

words aren't enough to describe just how worried he is, and even before figuring out how he should react, he'll be reaching out for your hands to wrap them tightly into his

it'll take him a while to process what you just told him, but he'll find the right words eventually

"I'm here for you if you need me. Always. Okay?"

thankful for his sincere words, you just nod, and as you're tearing up because he didn't react badly and you can feel just how much you can trust him, tears well up in his eyes as well

attempting to hide them, he offers you a warm hug instead, wanting nothing more than to make you feel protected

after that, you feel like he'll prioritize your wellbeing even more, doing his best to always be there for you and to support you in whatever way possible

he will also take having deep conversations about your feelings even more serious now, and at time where you're feeling down he will become very protective of you and pamper you as much as he can!

Yunho:

he's not sure how to react when you confess to him that you have self harm scars

you can see that he's internally panicking, because whatever he imagined this conversation was going to be about, he would've never considered this option

"A-are you okay?" - the question just bursts out of him as it's the first thing that came to mind, and it's so blunt that it almost makes you chuckle a bit

you assure him that you're okay currently, and he lets out a massive sigh of relief

but as he starts thinking about it some more, he comes to realize that he actually has a lot of questions

he desperately wants to understand your reasons and how you feel about your scars now, etcetc, so he starts carefully asking you about everything that's on his mind

tries his best to understand you as you start explaining, and if you hesitate on a question he'll immediately tell you that you don't have to give him an answer if you feel uncomfortable

talking to you about it definitely makes him feel relieved, and he also won't hesitate to ask about how to help you in a time of crisis, and how to best support you should the urge to hurt yourself return

Yeosang:

he doesn't want to pressure you to talk about them when he first sees your scars, and he's really good at pretending he doesn't know about them, but in a way that also makes it a bit harder for you to finally talk to him about them

and yet when you do manage to tell him, he's still as shocked as if he hadn't already known about them

he doesn't know how to react, so after some consideration he simply asks you how you feel about them

he really wants to know how comfortable you are talking about them, showing them, etcetc, so that he can react more appropriately

will make sure to match your energy on this - if you're uncomfortable he'll go slow and offer that you can talk about them whenever you want to, while also assuring you that you don't have to; if you're comfortable he'll let himself be a bit more curious

either way he will trust you on what you tell him, and when you assure him that he doesn't have to worry he will believe you

instead, he'll offer an open ear whenever you need it, and he will prove to you that it was the right decision to open up to him about it

San:

fears the worst when he catches a glimpse of your scars one day, but tells himself he shouldn't ask about them and instead wait until you're ready to talk about them yourself

but of course this guy will be worried sick within only a few days, until he ends up very carefully asking you about them

and when you confirm his assumption about your scars, he becomes so worried and at the same time so sad that you had to go through such pain that you would resort to hurting yourself

will approach you very slowly, and then cup your face in his hands to get a good look at you, and you swear nobody has ever looked at you with such pure and deep love in their eyes

"If there's anything I can do to make it better... please tell me. I'll do anything."

you nod, and you let him pull you into a loving kiss that he doesn't seem to want to break as his lips linger on yours

aside from the initial shock, he deals with it quite well, but he definitely becomes more protective of you from then on

makes sure to check in with you whenever you seem down or stressed, and reminds you to take care of yourself just as much as he offers to be there for you whenever you need him

if you're okay with it, he will make a habit of tracing your scars mindlessly, while whispering promises about how he'll do whatever he can so that you would never have to feel this bad ever again

Mingi:

the first time he sees your scars he won't know how to react immediately

however, he's sensible enough to figure that he should try to stay calm first of all

but he also knows that if he doesn't ask about them, he will probably lie awake at night, unable to stop worrying about you

and so he somewhat awkwardly asks what those scars are, and when you give him an honest answer he'll be both relieved and shocked

relieved because it means you trust him a lot, and shocked because now he's wondering what kind of pain you must've gone through to make you hurt yourself

this guy immediately offers you open arms in case you want a hug, and when you accept the embrace he'll tell you that whenever you're having a hard time, he'll be there to protect you

doesn't ask any questions and won't make you talk about it, but from then on you notice him checking up on how you're feeling just a bit more frequently, and he makes sure to make you feel that you always have someone to lean on with him, even during difficult conversations

over time he will definitely start giving your scars a lot of attention, especially when you’re cuddling, tracing them with his fingers and kissing them, while repeatedly whispering to you how much he loves you

Wooyoung:

his first thought when he sees your scars isn't that you caused them yourself, but rather that someone else hurt you

so he's understandably upset, and will immediately reach out for you, asking about who did this to you

until it dawns on him that something's not quite right, because now you're staring at him in shock, and eventually you manage to whisper a "me"

he lets go of you and apologizes for reacting like he did, and you can undoubtedly see how he's calming himself down in order to reassess the situation properly

"Do you... want to talk about it?" - he eventually figures he should just ask, and let you decide what to do with this situation

will listen intently in case you say yes, and when you explain to him why you hurt yourself he will make you promise to come talk to him instead, should you ever feel the urge again

gives you kisses and headpats and hugs and anything else you might want after you make the promise, and when he brings you in for a tight hug he'll whisper a thank you for trusting him enough to tell him about it

Jongho:

he won't make it obvious, but by the time you tell him about your scars, he already has a good guess about what they are, based on the few glimpses he's caught of them so far

will control his reaction to your confession very well, so as not to make you worry about his feelings and to focus on you

acknowledges what you choose to tell him about it, and will listen to what you have to say rather than asking questions about it

"You know if there's something you want to talk about, you can always tell me." - will assure you of that while brushing a thumb against your cheek

however, it will soon become obvious that he's more worried than he initially allowed himself to show, because now he refuses to leave your side if you're not feeling well, and somehow you feel like he's more reluctant to let you go when he hugs you

as you talk more about it, he'll trust that you will come talk to him before doing anything stupid, but still he'll stay at least a little protective of you and offer to help distract you in case you feel the need to hurt yourself again

he too is the type who will find himself touching your scars every now and then (if you give him the okay), kissing them or tracing them with his fingertips in hopes that one day you would associate them with something positive as well

[woncon]

poly!ateez fake texts:

you want to date a stranger???

📱poly!ateez x gn!reader

📱warnings: misunderstandings and no bitches

📱a/n: i always wanted to do a smau / textfic. the time has come. i hope you'll enjoy it as much as i did! <3

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Ateez Reaction ღ Their s/o experiences verbal shutdowns

ღ Ateez all members x gn!reader ღ words: ~200 per member ღ genre & warnings: reaction, comfort, a hint of angst but everything turns out well ღ reader: no descriptions of reader’s anatomy, no pronouns used

a/n: I'm not 100% satisfied with how these turned out, but I wanted to post them anyway, in hopes they'll be a comfort to some^^

Hongjoong:

he’s a little confused to say the least when one day you decide to tell him about your verbal shutdowns

he’s never actually heard that there’s a term for this, neither has he considered this as something that simply happens to some people and isn’t something that can really be overcome

so after the initial shock he decides to just listen to what you have to say first of all, wanting you to explain it in as much detail as possible so he could understand

and you’re mostly telling him this so he won’t worry too much and know what’s going on when it inevitably happens in front of him for the first time

so when he asks about how to help you in such a situation, you’re caught off guard

he makes it clear that he really wants to support you, but since he’s never experienced this himself, he wouldn’t know how to do that intuitively

and when you stumble over your words trying to come up with an answer, he ends up chuckling at you being so flustered all of a sudden

“It’s okay, we can take this slow.” - he reassures you

once you’re calm and collected again, he listens intently, and in case you’re not actually sure what would help you the most during a verbal shutdown, he also offers to do some research with you and help you figure that out

Seonghwa:

listens very intently when you tell him about this, and also takes you very seriously

he’s curious to know everything about your verbal shutdowns and how to help you whenever you experience one, but he also doesn’t want to overwhelm you with questions

so after the initial conversation about it, he makes sure to do a lot of research, looking up other people’s experiences, tips, etc…

he wouldn’t forgive himself for accidentally saying or doing the wrong thing and making matters worse, so he’s very dedicated to learning whatever he can about this

and he will be so supportive, suggesting using communication cards, or some kind of signal only the two of you know about for when you lose the ability to speak temporarily

and once it does happen, he proves just how well he researched the whole topic, because he’s quick to understand what’s going on, and he doesn’t pressure you to speak in any way

instead he leads you somewhere where you can recollect yourself, and he gives you the space you need to feel comfortable and safe with him

Yunho:

gets so worried the first time you have a verbal shutdown in front of him

you were mid-conversation about a bit of a difficult topic, and suddenly you go completely quiet, so he immediately figures something must be wrong

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he calls out to you, but you can’t react, because you don’t even know whether you should nod or shake your head

he comes closer and carefully reaches out to you, resting his hand on your upper arm as he observes you closely with furrowed brows and helplessness reflecting in his eyes

“Did I say something wrong?” he throws another question at you, and this time you manage to shake your head

and thankfully he decides to just wait it out and stay right by your side for now, because after a few minutes of racing thoughts you finally succeed in conveying to him that you can’t talk right now

tells you it’s okay and that it’s enough if you just nod or shake your head, before offering you a hug which you gladly accept

once your speech has returned to you and you explain to him what exactly happened, he will listen intently and make sure to ask about how you want him to act if it happens again, so that he can properly help you through this

Yeosang:

he gets so worried the first time you have a verbal shutdown in front of him that he doesn’t know what to do

he tends to struggle with figuring out how to deal with unexpected situations like this too, and especially when it’s about seeing a person he cares about suffer while not knowing how to help, he just panics internally

manages to stay calm on the outside though, and once some time has passed he will definitely ask you about this, because this guy will literally be unable to relax until he knows how to deal with such a situation

and when you explain to him that sometimes you simply can’t speak no matter how hard you try, everything clicks in his head

“Oh my god… I thought I said something wrong and upset you…”

now that he knows what’s going on he’s relieved

and he’ll feel even more at ease when you tell him what you want him to do (or don’t want him to do) in a situation like this

but even if you haven’t fully figured out yet what helps, he’ll be more than happy to try anything you suggest

though he will still worry, but at least like this he won’t freeze up anymore and can actually support you!

San:

another one who’s worried sick when he first witnesses you in a verbal shutdown

a thousand thoughts are racing through his mind at once when you suddenly stop answering upon him asking you a bit of a sensitive question

he’ll immediately think it’s all his fault and that he has accidentally hurt you deeply, and seeing the guilt on his face is eating away at you, especially because you currently lack the ability to explain yourself

so you do the only thing that feels possible right now, and you shake your head vigorously as tears of helplessness well up in your eyes

and that’s when he decides that comforting you should be the top priority right now

so he offers you a hug, and when you accept it right away, he’s a little relieved

“It’s okay…” he whispers close to your ear, “You’re okay, I’m here.”

will sit you down somewhere comfortable, get you a glass of water, and stay by your side for however long it takes you to get out words again

and even if you haven’t spoken after a while, he’ll eventually figure it might help to also get you a pen and paper, in case writing down your thoughts is something that’s possible for you in that moment

Mingi:

he isn’t looking at you as you’re talking to each other, facing away from you and having most of his attention on his phone - or so you think

because when he brings up something that causes you to shut down and become unable to talk, it takes him mere seconds to realize something’s off

turns his head to find you staring at him, completely frozen up and struggling with all the words circulating in your head that just won’t come out

instead you begin tearing up because you hate that this had to happen now and at the same time you feel guilty about it

you watch as Mingi gets up slowly and approaches you

“Y/N…?” he quietly calls out to you, the worried expression on his face only causing you to feel worse

however, this guy isn’t stupid, and he’s seen this happen before

and although he didn’t understand what was going on the first time, he’s starting to get it now

“Can’t say it?” he assumes and you nod, still fighting your tears

“That’s okay… I’ll just stay here until you can.” 

stays beside you and eventually starts rambling about how he understands that sometimes words can be hard and it can happen

and just listening to his voice like this eventually helps you feel at ease, until eventually you manage to speak again, thanking him for being by your side

Wooyoung:

this guy here does not understand what a verbal shutdown means when you first explain it to him

“Huh? If you have something to say… just say it?”

he feels it's best to encourage you to get over whatever's stopping you so you could talk anyway - which is less than helpful to you, knowing it doesn't work like that

so when you lose your ability to speak when you're out with him and some friends upon him asking you just the wrong question, you get anxious about how he would react

however, as soon as he sees the panicked look on your face and realizes that you really can't say anything, even after he repeats his question, he begins to understand

excuses himself and you and then takes you away to a quiet place where you two can be alone

offers you a hug and when he sees you nod he holds you tight, not letting go of you until a quiet "thanks" slips from your lips

needless to be said, now that he's starting to get what's going on, he is very curious to know more about it, and how to best support you during a verbal shutdown

Jongho:

when you’re in the middle of an important conversation and you suddenly stop replying, his first reaction is confusion

he can feel himself getting frustrated with you, because you were talking about a topic he feels the pressing need to get answers to, but when your reaction to seeing the hint of anger on his face is to take a step back to get further away from him, it starts to dawn on him that your silence is probably not about him at all

calls out your name in an attempt to appease you, and when his expression softens, some of the tension leaves your shoulders

still, you can’t talk

so you stand there in silence for a while, with you unable to look at him, so what you don’t notice is that in his head he’s going through all the different ways to handle this situation, trying to figure out how to help you

in the end he simply pulls out his phone, opens the notes app, and holds it out to you

“Maybe you can type it out…?” he suggests, and when you realize that he’s not mad at you or disappointed, tears start welling up in your eyes

“Oh my…” 

offers you a hug with open arms, and when you close the distance between you to accept it and to bury your face in his chest, he makes sure to comfort you first and foremost as he pats your head and holds you close