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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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Ateez: Another Member Doesn't Like You

Kim Hongjoong:

Hongjoong couldn't understand why his best friend didn't seem to take a liking to you. He thought Seonghwa was just shy and that's why he avoided you. But every time he said you were coming over, Seonghwa would only roll his eyes or let out an angry huff. Hongjoong preferred not to tell you, he didn't want to make you upset. And he didn't know how to talk to Seonghwa about it.

But you weren't stupid. You noticed the glares Seonghwa would often direct at you. You decided to do something about it. Every time you came over, you made sure to clean up all the mess the boys made, not wanting to stress Seonghwa out more than he was. If dishes needed to be done, you offered to do them, making sure to arrange them the way Seonghwa liked, not messing up the system he had. He did notice your efforts and he felt like an ass for being rude to you.

"I'm sorry for not being very welcoming to you at first Y/N. Truthfully I was just cautious of you, I'm just overprotective of my friends, but that's not an excuse for my behavior. Thank you for all you've done for us, for Hongjoong. You make him really happy."

Hongjoong overheard your conversation when you two were cleaning the kitchen one night and he felt very happy to know you two made peace. He felt lucky to have someone as understanding and patient like you. He ended up talking about it with you when you were alone.

"I'm sorry I never said anything to Seonghwa, I should have told him to stop since the beginning. But thank you for not getting angry with him or losing your temper. And it means a lot to me that you are getting along now."

Park Seonghwa:

"Seonghwa, I think Hongjoong doesn't like me." You told him one day.

"Awww come on. I'm sure it's not like that. He's just been stressed out recently, it's nothing." Your boyfriend tried to assure you.

But the more he paid attention, the more he realized there might be some truth to your words.

"Going out with Y/N again?" Hongjoong asked him one day he saw Seonghwa was getting ready.

"Yeah, we're going on a date." Seonghwa told him.

Hongjoong scoffed. "Whatever. Just make sure to pick up some milk on your way back. It's almost out."

Seonghwa noticed the tone in Hongjoong's voice and didn't like it one bit. Putting down his brush, he turned to his friend and crossed his arms.

"Ok, what the hell is your problem?" Seonghwa finally asked him.

Hongjoong only shrugged at him. "It's whatever, just go on your fucking date and get it over with."

Seonghwa walked up to Hongjoong and made him face him. Soon it was nothing but yelling between them two, Seonghwa accusing him of hating you for no reason.

"It's not your fucking girlfriend/boyfriend ok?! It's how much time you spend with them! I get it, you're not in charge of producing music for the group, I am, and I get you don't get to see Y/N that much and every second with them is precious to you, but I already have a lot of stress on my shoulders and I used to always count on you to help me take care of the others, but now I have to do that as well cause you barely have time anymore and it's too much for me."

Seonghwa felt bad for his friend, he finally understood that Hongjoong was just stressed and pressured too much.

"I'm sorry Hongjoong. Truly I am. I didn't know you felt that way. I promise I'll try to find a way to make things easier for you. But you shouldn't have taken it out on Y/N, they're not at fault here."

Hongjoong nodded. "Yeah I know. I'm sorry. I'll apologize to them when they come over."

Seonghwa smiled and put his arm around Hongjoong's shoulder.

"Why don't you come along with us? You look like you need a break."

Jeong Yunho:

Yunho remembers the day you met his group members. He also remembers the faces you and Mingi made when you saw each other.

"You?!" You both exclaimed at each other.

As it turned out, Mingi and you had a past of being enemies when you two were in school. Always trying to one up each other and making the other's life miserable, you both ended up in detention together several times for all the antics you pulled.

"Baby come on. I promise Mingi isn't the cocky, annoying jock you knew."

"Mingi, I promise Y/N isn't the stuck up, bratty goody two shoes teacher's pet you knew."

That's what he would constantly tell the two of you and often tried to make you two get along, always failing and resulting in you two arguing over the tiniest of things. Yunho always felt sad when it happened. He just wanted the two people closest to him to get along. He often tried to play off your banters with humor, but you both noticed the sad tone in his voice.

So one day, you called Mingi over, deciding to put an end to it.

"Look, we both messed up and we're being immature. We're adults now and our actions are only hurting Yunho and he doesn't deserve that. So ..... even though it'll be hard, can we try to have a civil relationship between us so he doesn't feel bad?"

"For once, I actually agree with you."

You and Mingi shook hands, your agreement finally in place. And Yunho couldn't be happier than finding out you two left your history in the past. He was ecstatic.

"Yay! Maybe now Mingi could join us on our dates!" Yunho suggested.

"Absolutely not. Don't push it."

"I am not about to be the third wheel here!"

Yunho laughed. "Ok, a little rough patches still, but at least now you guys are agreeing more than before. Right?"

Kang Yeosang:

If there's one thing that made Yeosang happier than chicken, it was you. He was so happy he found you, he felt like he finally found a piece of himself that was missing. So of course, he was excited to have the members meet you. They all seemed to love you and enjoy your company.

All except Wooyoung. For some odd reason, he didn't really seem to enjoy your company. He became oddly quiet when you were around, giving you weird looks whenever you got close to Yeosang. Later on, it turned to snappy comments.

"Yah! Stop hovering all over poor Yeosang. He doesn't like that stuff."

"Don't pinch his cheeks, he hates it."

"Don't pet him like that! He's not a puppy!"

Honestly, no one knew what the heck was up with him. Seonghwa only smirked every time you two talked about it.

"Don't you see? He's jealous." Was what he told you one day.

Neither one of you understood what he meant. Jealous of Yeosang or you? And why?

Seonghwa rolled his eyes at you two and your cluelessness.

"Wooyoung has been your friend for almost 6 years, yet you've never allowed him to show you affection, you've always pushed him off. But you display all forms of PDA with Y/N and it makes him mad cause you're not like that with him. Get it now?"

That's when it finally clicked with both of you. It all made sense now. To keep peace, you both limited your PDA in front of the others and you even suggested to Yeosang to allow Wooyoung to hug him every once in a while.

"Let Wooyoung hug me?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah. And even let him cuddle you sometimes."

Yeosang stayed silent, thinking about it for a bit.

"I'm.....not sure."

"Oh come on! How bad can it be? It's just Wooyoung." You assured him.

"Yeah, Wooyoung. Do you not know how clingy he is?"

Choi San:

San was at a lost. Jongho was usually well behaved and never caused problems, so why was he being like this with you? No he never insulted you or was outright rude to you. But he often decided to leave the room if you were there, even hearing San talk about you seemed to put him on edge. Jongho was fine with you at the beginning, so what the hell happened?

San once asked you if you and Jongho ever argued, to which you said no and honestly, you thought you rarely saw him because he was busy or tired. You didn't think that he was avoiding you on purpose.

San sat the maknae down one day when they were alone. He straight up asked him if there was something wrong, maybe there was a misunderstanding between you two. Jongho only sighed and looked down at his feet.

"I'm sorry Hyung....."

San was taken aback by his words.

"Sorry for what?"

That's how Jongho confessed everything: how he was avoiding you and all conversations about you because he realized he started developing feelings for you and he felt it was inappropriate and disrespectful to you, to San and to your guys' relationship. San was in shock at hearing him say that, he was speechless for a while. Jongho felt so bad, he actually teared up.

"Hyung I really am sorry. I swear I'll try to get over it and I'll never come between you two."

San nodded his head, he understood where Jongho was coming from. He wrapped an arm around him.

"Hey it's ok. I get it, we don't choose who we end up falling for. Thank you for being honest with me. I'm not mad. I swear."

San himself teared up at seeing the boy's tears. He gave him a tight hug, and assured him that he wouldn't tell you about this, Jongho didn't want you to know.

"I'll get over it. I know I will."

"Don't worry. One day you'll find someone too." San smiled at him.

Song Mingi:

"What do you mean you two already know each other?"

It was quite shocking to everyone to find out Yunho and you knew each other. But yes indeed you two knew each other. Both of you used to be in different dance schools, often meeting in competitions and let's just say it wasn't exactly a friendly environment. The rivalry between your teams was strong every time and there was never room for any hint of niceness between any of the members.

So naturally, both of you were on defense mode every time you two interacted. No harsh words were ever said, you two just stared at each other, silently cursing the other for coming back into your life.

"How bad could Yunho have been? He's practically harmless!" Mingi asked you one day.

"He always made fun of us with his friends! Often criticized every move I made."

Mingi also asked Yunho his side of the story.

"They were snobs. Often looking down at us just cause their dance academy was more fancy and expensive."

Mingi wasn't upset or angry that you two didn't get along. It made him more determined to get you two to get along. You both shared a passion for dancing, so why should it matter about what happened before?

Which is why he often dragged Yunho on your dates, it was awkward not just because you were rivals, but who the heck brings someone to third wheel on their date willingly?

His persistence paid off though when he invited you to one of their dance practices. They were all amazing, but you could definitely tell Yunho was on another level and that's exactly what you told him when they asked what you thought.

"You're really great. I can see why you're the main dancer."

"Thanks......do you wanna teach me that one choreo you guys performed at the last competition we were in? I really enjoyed it and you were amazing."

You smiled and agreed, both of you now relaxed and putting your past behind you.

"Omg! That's a great idea! Let's do it Friday! How's that sound?" Mingi exclaimed, overhearing you two.

"I don't remember including you? Do you Yunho?" You teased him.

"Nope." Yunho played along.

"I'm your boyfriend! And you're my friend! I have double reason to come!"

Jung Wooyoung:

Yeosang didn't like you and he made it clear as daylight. He'd often scoff at anything you said, roll his eyes at you or throw in one of his sarcastic comments at you. Wooyoung played it off as that's just how he was to anyone new he met. But days stretched to weeks, then months and he was still being an asshole to you.

It was a particularly bad day for you once and Yeosang made a comment that finally made you break and you started crying, startling everyone. Wooyoung was beyond furious at his so called best friend. After calming you down and taking you home, he sat Yeosang down.

"You're an asshole, I hope you realize that. Y/N has done nothing to you have they?"

Yeosang was silent cause that part was true. Wooyoung demanded an explanation for his behavior.

"I'm mad cause they're taking you away from me ok? I get you're in a relationship but you never spend time with me anymore and every night, you just talk and talk about how wonderful your boyfriend/girlfriend is and I..... I feel lonely ok? I miss my friend... and I felt they were taking you away from me..."

Yeosang finally got that out of his chest. Although Wooyoung understood his friend, that gave him no right to take it out on you. After more serious talking, Yeosang agreed to apologize to you, which he did the very next day. He even bought you your favorite food to make it up to you. He didn't immediately start hanging out with you though, he knew you probably needed space first. But after a while, the three of you started spending more time together. In fact, Yeosang and you had so much in common, you two ended up spending more time together than Wooyoung felt comfortable with.

"Hey! This isn't a 3 way relationship and much less between you two! So stop being so close cause I will get mad!"

Somehow Wooyoung doesn't know if it was a good idea making you two make up.

Choi Jongho:

As soon as San and you locked eyes, it was tension between you two. You tried to avoid him, or if he was around you tried to be as civil as possible, but everyone could tell how awkward you were around him. San however was very stoic towards you, or extremely formal. He wasn't rude, but it was really clear that your presence bothered him.

Jongho asked you two often why, but neither of you wanted to say anything. He was at a loss. He talked about it with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, and they themselves couldn't get an answer out of them. So what the heck was it? Why are you two so tense with each other?

Wooyoung was nagging so much one day when you were all together. He kept asking why you two hardly talked and avoided each other, pestering you two on if you knew each other before and told you guys to be friends. It was so incessant that San finally cracked.

"Stop! Do you think either one of us want to talk about the fact we dated in school and had a rough break up?!"

Everyone went silent at the confession, you hid your face in one of your hands. Jongho was stunned and looked between you two.

"You....and San Hyung?" He pointed to you two.

"Yes Jongho. San and I dated before he became a trainee."

That was all you two were willing to say, neither one of you wanting to recall what happened before in the past. Jongho suddenly felt threatened. What if you still had feelings for him? What if he had feelings for you? What if you left him?

But those concerns were laid to rest when you both assured him it wouldn't happen.

"Look Jongho, what happened between us two stays between us, and it's in the past. This is the present and now you and Y/N are together. So don't worry about it." San assured him.

"Yeah, and if you want, we'll try to get along. Start like new. Is that ok?" You asked him.

Jongho felt relief. He wasn't going to lose you and he didn't have to worry anymore about you two being uncomfortable around each other. It was going to take time, but all of you were mature and were willing to make things work.

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wonglix · 4 years

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➺ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ: ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘᴏsᴇᴅ

⤷ fluff, lil‘ angst

*•.¸♡ hongjoong ♡¸.•*

he was incredibly upset and mad, hating the fact that you were just outed like that - his main concern being you and how it would affect you. the main reason you weren't already in a public relationship were the fans that had some sort of entitlement to them; an obsession that made them feel like they deserved to decide what was going on in their lives. the fact that it's precisely those people that caught onto you made him feel sick to his stomach; he'd love to be sincere, and he'd love to think that people would be accepting, but he knows that that really won't be the case - so he tries his best to cover it up until he can't anymore and is forced to come out with the truth. once hongjoong couldn't cover it up anymore, he'd write a letter; expressing how much he loves and cherishes you as well as his wish for them to just let you be. he won't flaunt the relationship around in hopes of everyone just settling down and accepting it one way or another.

*•.¸♡ seonghwa ♡¸.•*

his initial reaction is confusion - there's no way they caught onto you, absolutely no way. imagine the anger that boils in his veins when he realises that someone indeed did out the two of you, compromising pictures being posted along with the accusations; he knew that there was no way he'd ever get out of this - he had to be honest. seonghwa would try his best to be genuine and convey just how much not only he but also the other members loved and treasured you. he's hoping to appeal to sensible fans which hopefully will be able to make the angry fans realise that's it's neither of your faults for falling in love. he'd avoid talking about you much after that, hoping that it'd become just another fact about him rather than a topic of discussion.

*•.¸♡ yunho ♡¸.•*

yunho hates it, he's mad and boiling inside, but my god does the idea of doing little live streams with you or being able to talk about you openly excite him. whether he'd be able to pursue his fantasies is up to you and the company, yunho secretly loving the idea of going public. would he have preferred to be the one to break the news instead of some obsessive, delusional fan doing it? yes, of course. did he still somewhat enjoy the prospect of introducing you to his fans? yes, absolutely. his next actions would 100% depend on your opinion on the matter, as well as the company (since he can't decide something like that without their permission). if you ask him to keep your relationship under wraps, he absolutely would, but if you choose to give in to him and go public, you better make yourself ready for some cutesy lives he's going to (lovingly) force you to take part in.

*•.¸♡ yeosang ♡¸.•*

yeosang was one of the more angry ones, the idea of ill-tempered fans taking their frustrations out on you making a cold shiver run down his spine. he always made sure the two of you were cautious whenever you met, so this was a punch in the guts for him. yeosang contemplated whether an excuse would work in your guys' favour or not; if people would believe it if the company released a statement that denies your alleged relationship. depending on the way the relationship was outed, if there was definitive proof or not, he'd either own up to it (but still keep it lowkey) or would beg the company to cover it up. yeosang didn't want to apologise because he felt like there was nothing he did wrong - he fell in love, and that shouldn't be anyone's business. he would probably end up writing a small apology if the situation does turn out to be against you two, hoping to ease the worked-up fans and ensuring that they won't take it out on you.

*•.¸♡ san ♡¸.•*

as mad as he was at the saesangs that outed your relationship, there still was this small part of him that was somewhat thankful. don't get me wrong; he was still incredibly angry and upset that saesangs took away his choice whether you guys wanted to go public or not - but san didn't like keeping you a secret. he wanted to be able to talk about you openly since you're such a big part of his life; you're the one that keeps him sane when things get stressful again, and he wants his fans to know that. san would probably want to be honest and admit that the rumours were true, though he'd never act without you agreeing - he wanted to be open about your relationship, of course, but not at your expense. should you agree to be in the public eye with him, he'd essentially do summersaults and jump around, the excitement of showing you off getting to him. san would make it a rule not to bring you up unprovoked though, realising that the news of him dating could be painful to some fans.

*•.¸♡ mingi ♡¸.•*

the panic that spread through him made him feel like he was about to explode. his hands were sweaty, he was pacing around the dorm, and none of the other members were able to calm him down. mingi doesn't know what to do; should he just own up to it and put you on the spot for toxic fans to threaten and send hate to or should he just lie in hopes of people eating it up? he always thought that you were careful, that there was no way someone would figure it out - he didn't account for a salty staff member that decided to take out their anger not only on mingi but also on you, though. he could've taken a rumour about him, but now that you were thrown into the mess he didn't know what to do. it makes him so angry that someone would go this far, especially when it's a well-known fact that partners of idols arent particularly liked - he's mad that it had to come that far, but he's also sad because now he's scared. scared because now you didn't only have to accept that he barely has time, that work always will be a priority, but also that there are thousands of people that have an unreasonable hatred towards you for merely loving him. mingi will talk to you about the options you had and would agree to whatever you decide on - desperate to do even better as your boyfriend now that people would hate you for it.

*•.¸♡ wooyoung ♡¸.•*

the news couldn't have been spread at a worse moment; wooyoung was doing a live when the comments all of a sudden were asking him about his relationship, who he was dating, if it was another idol, how he met them. to say he was confused and maybe a little scared would be an understatement. wooyoung would try his best to play it off, joking about it and denouncing the pictures without hesitation. in the end, he might've made the problem a lot worse than it had been to begin with, clips of him trying to desperately come up with a joke being spread along with the initial pictures. at that point the news had spread to you, the other members, the higher-ups at the company - it was too late to release a statement denying the rumours now, the majority of people already having bought into the news. wooyoung would leave it up to you if you'd like to step into the spotlight with him, or if you'd prefer to be the mysterious y/n wooyoung was dating, which no one really knew anything about.

*•.¸♡ jongho ♡¸.•*

this would probably be one of the most stressful events of his life, to be honest. jongho was convinced that the two of you always were thoughtful of when and where you met, not daring to take many risks - which made the fact that someone outed you ever the more surprising to him. he'd try to figure out when you slipped up, or if it may have been something neither of you could've foreseen. as mature as jongho is, and this would definitely catch him off guard; he'd probably depend a lot on you and his members while trying to figure out if this situation was fixable, and if so, how exactly you two could get out of this. if you guys somehow manage to get out of this, you'd probably be quite lowkey for a while; avoiding dates outside and preferably staying inside, spending a lot of time on face time rather than meeting up in person. should all efforts of covering it up go to waste jongho'd try his best to be mature about it, deciding to be the one to take all the heat and hate comments. he'd definitely be taking the time to write a letter as well as doing a live stream to explain the situation. he'd try to keep you out of the spotlight though, not wanting the negative comments to get to you as well.

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atinydise · 4 years

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“It’s all your fault.”

❦ Genre: Angst.

❦ Pairing: San.

❦ Word count: 885.

❦ A/N: Day 5 of “Ateez New Year Writings, Edition 2021” 🦋

The bell rang again. All your classmates rushed to pack their stuff on their bags and to leave without even saying goodbye to the teacher. You noticed that he was ready to leave too. It was Friday, everyone had probably something to do. Like taking a train to join their family, preparing to go to the club, or just hanging out with their friends or significant others. "Y/N, you are not leaving?" Asked your classmate. You looked at your desk. All your books, pen and highlighters were still spread out on it. You smiled a bit at the boy. "I resolve this equation and I'm heading home." You replied, stretching your arms up. "Well, okay." He raised a brow. Before leaving, he stared at you one more time. "You are sure that you don't want to come to Yuju's party tonight? It could change your mind a bit. It's not really good to stay alo-" "I'm fine." You cut him straight. "Don't worry about me and have fun there." "Y/N..." "I'm fine." You insisted, getting a little bit angry. Knowing that you wouldn't change your mind, he left instantly. When the door closed, you buried your face in your arms. You felt bad for talking to him this way, but you hated the pity look he had on his face. Your boyfriend broke up with you. Okay it's bad, but you don’t deserve those constant stares coming from everyone.

You and San had been dating for 3 years. You met him when you were working as a waitress in one of the most famous restaurants in Seoul. The group was celebrating Yunho's birthday and you had the chance to serve them. You had an intense eye-contact with San. At the end of the dinner, you were almost flirting in front of the members. He managed to sneak his phone number with the bill. You texted him right after the work. This night, you texted each other until the sun rose up. The conversation wasn't really interesting, but just knowing that it was only him and you, made the thing totally different. After few secret dates, he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. And from this passed probably the 3 best years of your life. San was so nice, sweet, caring and fun with you. Of course, as every couple, you had your arguments, but nothing too serious. You were clearly living the lovers' dream life, until everything changed. Because of university and work, you were really stressed. You had so many exams in a short time that you couldn't see anybody, including your boyfriend. Probably because of the stress, your behavior and personality completely changed. You developed anxiety and low self-esteem. When people were bothering you during your revisions, you were aggressive and mean. It happened with San so many times that you can't count anymore. Even now, you are wondering how he lasted so long with someone like you. When he wanted to help you, you were shouting at him to leave you alone. One day, you were so furious because you failed your exam that you screamed at him terrible things. The look in his eyes made you hate yourself even more. Before you could apologize, he left. That was the last time you saw him or even talked to San. "Can you stop bothering me? If you were listening to me instead of doing whatever you want, I would have enough time to hang out together! I hate you!" This sentence was turning around in your head. How could you say something this mean? You rubbed your face with your hands, trying to think about anything else. But in vain, your brain was focused only on San and how you treated him. "Y/N." You glanced at your classmate, standing in the door frame. "Why are you still here?" You asked. "And I'm sorry for the way I talked to y-" "You should apologize to him instead." He cut you off. "He deserves the best apologies ever. Nobody should be treated the way you treated him." You gulped. He was right. You thought few times to apologize, but you didn't find the courage to do it. Maybe he would be mad at you and you couldn't imagine him hating you. You were totally fine by ignoring how he feels toward you. "Regrets are the worst things ever." He revealed before leaving again. You grabbed your phone and searched for his contact number. Without hesitating, you stuck the phone against your ear. You could hear your heartbeat in the entire room. It was so stressful that you could faint in the moment. ["Hello it's San! I'm not available for the moment. Call me later or leave a message! Bye bye"] You tried once again, your lips shaking and already few tears sliding on your face. "Please... answer me." You whispered, biting your thumb's nail from frustration. ["Hello?"] Hearing his voice again made your heart jolt in your chest. ["San? San! It's me Y/N."] You almost yelled, not controlling your emotions anymore. ["Sorry, I'm busy I need to-"] ["Wait, I just need 2 minutes! Only 2 minutes."] San sighed and you heard it well and it felt like a dagger right in your chest. ["Listen Y/N, I think you've been pretty clear."] He started. ["During your exam or whatever phase you were going through, you didn't need to be this mean and rude. A bunch of people were just trying to help you and you rejected them one by one. Even me."] ["San, I'm really sorry, but I-I was really stressed, and my teachers were pressuring me so bad, I was lost and confused."] ["Because you think I'm not stressed too? My career is stressing, my ENTIRE life is stressing. But I never been this mean to you."] He stated angrily. ["San, I'm really sorry. I swear this wasn't my attention."] You sobbed, tears falling one by one on your textbook. ["I need to go."] ["San! San wait! You can't leave like this."] ["I have nothing to say to you Y/N. You said everything the last time."] ["I was just furious of myself. Not you. Only me San, I promise."] You claimed. ["Sorry to hear that, but it's too late."] ["Tell me what I can do to apology."] ["Y/ stop. We are done and it's all your fault. Just forget me."] He claimed before hanging up. This conversation was exactly what you dreaded. He was more than mad. He was sad, angry and worst of all, hurt. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your eyes were already puffy and shiny. Your chest was rising and falling unevenly as you gasped for breath. Air wasn't entering your lung anymore, you felt like slowly dying inside. Even though you couldn't see well, you tried to call him back. ["Hello it's San! I'm not available for the moment. Call me later or leave a message! Bye bye"] Well before you could hear the 'bip', you threw your phone on the blackboard in front of you and busted in tears. Loud sobs and cries were resonating in the room. You didn't even care if you could be heard outside. The only thing that matter was San. It was more than crying, it was the kind of desolate sobbing that comes from an empty soul.

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ateezmakemeweep · 5 years

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four in the morning.

yunho x reader; strangers to lovers

word count: 11k

angst, fluff, smut

10:05 p.m.

you never wanted a public proposal. you had told your boyfriend every time you saw someone get down on one knee in times square on new year's eve or in front of cinderella's castle at disney world that you would absolutely die if he did that to you.

and maybe it speaks to your naivety, to your complete disregard of just how shitty he's treated you over these past five years, that you thought that would ever be a problem in your relationship. because he's the guy who ditches you for his friends and religiously forgets date night, who falls asleep right after extremely unsatisfying sex that has you faking orgasms, who doesn't answer your texts all day but freely like posts on instagram.

and evidently, he's also the guy who breaks up with his girlfriend in the middle of dinner.

because one second the waitress is putting down the dessert, a tiramisu cheesecake you were drooling just thinking about all night, and then the next, before she's even out of ears reach, he blurts out, "we should break up."

you don't even say anything at first, just stare blankly and shake your head because he didn't just that. he wouldn't say that. not today on this day and not right now in this setting.

"wh-what?"

but he doesn't miss a beat.

"i've been thinking about it for a while, y/n," he says to you, leaning on his hand like this whole conversation is about to be a bore. "i just...we've been together for so long and i'm really kind of...sick of it."

"you're... you're sick of it?" you squeak.

"well yeah, i mean it's been four years and i don't wanna lie and say i feel like i'm still in love with y-"

"five."

"what?" he asks, looking at you in pure and utter confusion and you don't know if you feel more heartbroken or angry at this very moment.

"five. we've been together for five years," you tell him, voice too calm and composed for how you're feeling inside. "in fact, today marks our fifth year together. but you didn't remember that, did you?"

you think you would've felt better if he showed some sort of regretful or guilty reaction, his mouth dropping open or face lighting up like the date sent off alarm bells in that stupid little head of his. but nothing. just a thoughtful nod, like you told him the food was good or you needed another drink.

"oh," he says with a small shrug, "well five years then, even longer than i thought. see, y/n, i'm just over it. i'm over this relationship and i'm over being someone's boyfriend."

"hm....hm," is all you hum because you refuse to make a warner and elle woods type of scene in this restaurant right now. but your burning throat and shaking hands want so badly to do something. to scream and curse at him or throw that cake right in his face or maybe even slap him for being so cold and harsh and detached.

"are you mad?"

a laugh bubbles out of your mouth now and anyone around can probably hear how unhinged it sounds, like you're a second away from having some sort of breakdown or bursting into tears and screaming.

"am i mad?" you ask, a cold edge finally seeping into your tone. "am i mad my boyfriend just broke up with me, in public, at our anniversary dinner? are you seriously fucking asking me that?" you grunt out the words through clenched teeth, lowering your voice when you let the profanity slip out.

"well...yeah," he says dopily, "i still care about you as a person. i just- don't wanna be in a relationship anymore. i kind of figured i was making it obvious these past few weeks."

"then why wouldn't you have just told me the second you had these thoughts!" you spit and now the volume of your voice is considerably louder. "why make me wait and then do it at this very moment!"

"i-i don't know, i didn't really know how or when was a good time to tell you."

"oh, well thank god you waited, this was truly ideal," you growl sarcastically.

and then, like he has any right to be offended or upset, he lets out a scoff. "look, i'm sorry but this is what i want....i'll still pay for dinner if that's what you're-"

"you think i give a single fuck if you pay for dinner!"

you finally break whatever composure you were channeling, voice breaking and raising and causing the several groups of people to look in your direction. some of them are subtle with their side-eyes and whispers while others are full on staring, mouths agape with looks of pity and you wouldn't be surprised if you find a video of this on the internet later.

"what is your problem," he says, "i said i'm sorry but you really can't be that-"

"leave," you tell him, quietly now, with your head down and eyes on the table. "i'll take care of it. just please...get away from me."

there's a few beats of silence before he mumbles something along the lines of "whatever," deeply sighing like this is actually causing him any distress, like he's the one who has to stay here with lingering gazes and pitiful stares. you think he might take a breath to say something else but then ultimately decides against it, the squeaking of a chair and heavy foot steps walking away indicating you're finally alone.

and it's during that time your tears start falling, your head hung and hand cupping your forehead so the people around you don't get more of a show.

maybe a part of you knew deep down that the relationship was gonna be over, that it really should've been for your sake and you were just too scared to accept it. but it was just the manner in which he did it, so coldly and out of nowhere, like the past five years didn't mean anything to him. and you can't deny the sickening parallel to years of you telling him you didn't want him to fucking propose to you in public and then going and dumping you at one of your favorite resturants.

"i'm so stupid, oh my, god, i'm so fucking stupid," you mumble out, voice wobbly and wet before you feel the presence of the waitress at your side. you peak up at her as she bends down holding out a packet of tissues, a sympathetic look on her face that has you realizing she probably watched the whole thing go down.

"you're not stupid, baby, don't say that," she says, placing her hand on your arm comfortingly.

you thank her quietly for the tissues, taking one out and dapping at your wet face. "i'm sorry, this is so embarrassing," you squeak out, "i'm gonna pay the bill don't worry, i just...i needed him to leave."

"no, i'm so sorry that just happened. i can't believe he thought that was okay."

you sniffle as you scrunch up the tissue. "i-i know," you say, "i mean i knew he was an asshole but he really just...our anniversary dinner! and during dessert! i was so excited for this cake."

she laughs softly at your sad whine, placing down the tissue packet and moving the plate closer to you. "well, you can still be excited. don't you dare let him ruin this tiramisu." you're pleastantly surprised when a small chuckle leaves your mouth, wiping at your face with your wrist.

"you're right, he can't taint it," you say before catching the side glances of people surrounding you, "but i think i have to get out of here before i cause any more of a disturbance."

she nods her head sympathetically, urging you to take a few bites and that she'll bring the check right over.

you keep your head down as embarrassed tears threaten to fall again, the feeling like a milllion eyes are on you making you feel even more awkward and unsettled; you're sure it's just paranoia but you swear you can feel eyes boring into the side of your face, someone probably laughing and mocking and feeling so incredibly sorry for your pitiful situation.

sorry enough that when the waitress comes back, she tells you someone has already paid for your bill. your eyes widen upon hearing the news, looking around curiously and stuttering out incoherent bits of sentences.

"who?" is the only clear thing you're able to ask.

"i don't know, he just left," she tells you, "brown-haired guy. very tall. cute, too." you feel her hand on the back of your chair when you stand up. "and i'm sorry again, honey. i didn't charge you for the cake but i hope to see you in here again enjoying it," she adds on quietly.

you give her a grateful smile and nod, assuring her you'll definitely be back before rushing out to catch up with the mysterious man who just dropped well over $100 on two complete strangers. and luckily, you don't have to look very far. because there he is, all dark hair and broad shoulders, leant against the side of the building with a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.

he sees your teary-gaze meet his and his lips quirk up ever so slightly before he flicks the ashes and begins to turn around. but your low "hey!" stops him in his tracks. he cranes his neck back to look at you, the sky dark around you both but the light from the streetpoles clearly showing both of your expressions.

his is unnervingly blank, only a flicker of soft sympathy in his eye while your own, still heartbroken, also holds a curious, maybe even a wary look. because why would this stranger do that? could he have felt that bad?

you make your way up to him, feeling slightly intimidated when he fully turns around and you see just how much he towers over you. but it's funny because his face is shockingly...sweet looking, like a fresh-faced boy you'd see in church or volunteering at a nursing home.

but then his large stature, the shoulders you can't stop eyeing, his all black attire mixed with the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne makes for a very strange contrast. even his voice, when he finally mumbles back a "hi," is sweet sounding.

"why did you...the waitress said you paid my bill." your tone is quiet and small but still manages to sound accusatory.

"i did, i'm sorry," he says and you're wondering if the pink flush on his cheeks is from the cold. "i hope you didn't mind." you find yourself staring at him blankly, eyebrows pinched together because...did he really just apologize for that?

"i...well no but..i..it was probably expensive," you eventually get out, "you didn't have to do that."

"well, neither did he," yunho mumbles and you can tell by the airiness in his tone he didn't mean anything bad by it. but it doesn't stop your face from dropping slightly, lips pressing into a firm line to distract yourself from your stinging eyes.

"i'm sorry, that was insensitive," he winces, the sincerity in his tone only confirming your thoughts. "but i just... i wanted to pay for it. why should you have?"

you swallow the lump in your throat, shrugging your shoulders lightly because you don't really know what to say back to that.

"because i'm the one who got dumped," you squeak out before a humorless laugh bubbles out of you. "dumped on our anniversary. how pathetic is that?"

"it's pathetic of him," the boy grunts out and you cock your head to the side at how mad he sounds.

"i-i guess..." you say after a few quiet seconds before words start pouring out of you. "i just.. can't believe it. i don't know what i'm gonna do now. i've been with him for so long and got so used to him and then he really went and-" your voice breaking cuts off your sentence, like it's finally hitting you that the relationship is over.

because no matter how bad it was, it was still something you put years of yourself into. years of effort and years of memories and you feel so stupid for feeling this upset when there's far more bad than good.

"i'm sorry, you definitely don't wanna hear this," you laugh out humorlessly as tears sting your eyes. "but...i just wanted to thank you for paying the bill. i wish i could make it up to you somehow, it was probably expensive."

you meet his gaze to see him smiling slightly at you, even though you're on the verge of a breakdown and talking far too much.

"you're welcome," he says before hesitantly continuing. "i was gonna go walk around for a bit. do you wanna join?"

when you look up at him with a wary expression, he puts his hands up in defense, eyes soft and wide as he shakes his head. "it might clear your head a little, that's all."

your fragile heart warms at the gesture but you find yourself declining, insisting you're not the best company right now and that'd he probably regret inviting you.

"i don't think so," he says and his voice is just so kind that you're questioning if he's even real, questioning why on earth this stranger seems to care about your wellbeing. and when he sees you're still teetering, teeth sunk into your lip as you look at him with conflict in your eyes, a sweet smile spreads across his face.

"c'mon, you said you wanted to make it up to me."

your lips purse to the side, eyebrow raised ever so slightly before letting out a quiet sigh. "okay... but don't say i didn't warn you."

his smile widens as his long arms come out to showcase the sidewalk in front of him and you find yourself giggling slightly at his dramatics. you take one last look back at the restaurant before exhaling sharply and feeling his looming presence next to you as you both begin to walk.

"so....were you there with friends tonight?" you chirp, hoping to distract your impending nervousness with conversation.

he tells you he had met his mom there for dinner, who brought along his new step-father he can't help but detest. but he sat politely all throughout the appetizer and main course until one too many ignorant and snappy comments had him putting the man in his place.

"he was also mean to the waitress which is why i eventually snapped," he tells you. and by snapped, he means lowly speaking for him to either find some manners or piss off. "my mom asked for the check so fast and they left within five minutes. so i stayed for a drink."

"i could so use a drink right now," you laugh out, "but it sounds like you were in the right. you're just all types of chivarlous, huh?"

you peak up at him to see a smirk cross his face, his eyes falling to you at the same time and pink covers both your cheeks at being caught. but you and him will pretend it's because of the harsh winds whipping through the city; yes, the whipping wind, definitely not the soft curious gazes and arms bumping into each other clumsily.

"what made that obvious?"

you shake your head as another giggle falls from your lips, tightening the sweater around your body when a particularly harsh breeze pelts into you again. and of course, the boy next to you immediately notices, hears the clattering of your teeth and sharp intake of breath.

"you cold?"

"no, i'm okay," you squeak out. but you already see his movements from the corner of your eye taking off the black bomber jacket.

"please don't give me your coat, i can not-"

but it's already placed around your shoulders before you can finish your sentence, a knowing smirk on his lips when you huff at him, exasperated.

"....i was gonna say your name but it appears i don't even know it."

his deep chuckle rings through the air, stopping his feet so he can properly put his hand out.

"i'm yunho."

"y/n," you say back, taking his large hand in yours and what an innapropriate time for you to admire its sheer size and the length of his fingers. "you're... nice, too nice."

his smile widens looking down at you, hands still intertwined as he cocks his head to the side. "because i gave a cold girl my jacket?"

"and paid for her bill. and welcomed her on a walk," you say, "i'm wondering how much more i can get out of your very obvious pity."

his smile falters, eyebrows knitting as he shakes his head. "i'm not doing this out of pity."

the firm way in which he says it has you lowering your head shyly, eyes on the concrete as you take the hand in his back. all of your emotions are out of wack tonight, your chest not knowing how to feel, broken and aching over that awful dinner but also...slightly warmed by the actions of this random boy.

"then why are you doing it?" your voice sounds so small and it makes a frown cover his face now.

"can't i just be nice to you?" he asks, "why do i need a reason?"

"because we're...strangers," you say, looking up at him hesitantly and pressing your lips together nervously, "and you don't know me."

"everyone's strangers until they're not," he retorts, stepping just a smidge closer to you and it makes you swallow down the dry patch in your throat. "and maybe i want to know you."

when you can't find the words to respond, heart racing and throat clogged, he speaks up again.

"let me distract you tonight."

your eyebrow raises, head turning to the side because you don't know what to make of that comment. because you know you're vulnerable right now, know you should probably go home and cope normally in the form of crying and ice cream.

but you trust him for some reason. trust his soft voice and kind eyes and the way he seems so genuine and pure despite his dark appearance.

"what do you have in mind?" you find yourself asking, stomach fluttering and whether it's from nervousness or his bright smile, you don't know.

"could you still use a drink?"

12:22 a.m

"okay, i think....this is a weeeee bit unsafe!" you say as you stumble up the stairs behind him, his hand pulling you carefully by one of your fingers.

"probably," he says, "but we'll be okay."

the sound of a door squeaking open is the first thing you hear, the harsh whipping of wind the next as your hair blows back and coldness envelops your body. yunho bends to stick a brick in the door before guiding you to the middle of the rooftop.

the dark sky is lit by faint lights shining from apartment buildings and bulletin boards, the only sound an occasional honk of a horn making it's way up the 20 stories. you disconnect your hands to stumble over to the edge, placing them on the cold concrete to peer your head over. you take in the sight of tall buildings and taxis and little figures of people walking the streets.

"heeelllooo!" you scream down at them, your hands cupping your mouth in hopes someone will hear you. yunho's laugh echoes through the sky, quickly walking over to place a hand on your lower back.

"be careful."

you turn around, back now resting on the ledge as you poke his chest lightly. "you're the one that said we'll be okay," you mutter, lowering your voice to imitate his words. "because i'm big and strong and a suspiciously nice boy."

"okay, nice you told me," he says, voice teasing as he stares down at you with bright eyes. "but big and strong, you say?"

"very big and very strong," you say, letting your finger travel from his chest to his shoulder. he watches your eyes follow your hand, roaming from one side of him to the other before meeting his eyes. and it's like his gaze acts as an electric shock, your hand immediately falling from the black material.

"and i had very too much drink."

he smiles down at you, making sure to stay close because he'd be lying if he said you being so close to the edge didn't make him nervous. and perhaps this wasn't his best idea, bringing you up to the roof of his apartment complex after you had one too many beers.

but it's a nice place to clear your head, to take in the sights of the city in a less noisy and crowded way. and he thinks you could use that after the night you had, after the night he couldn't help but hear take place as he sat alone at the bar.

he had ohad a perfect view of you all night. you caught his eye the second he sat down, your shy smile and the way you fidgeted nervously with your hair making him not being able to tear his gaze away.

but then he'd heard the bored tone of the guy across from you, the way he was barely entertaining the conversation and just avoided all your softly spoken questions. he had tightened his grip around the beer bottle one too many times, sick and tired of asshole men who never learned how to respect other people.

"i just wanted my cheesecake."

your sudden whine rips him from his thoughts and he can't help the smirk creeping up on his face.

"which one? the tiramisu?"

it's your surprised gasp and bright eyes that has a smile stretching across his face and your own heart warms upon seeing it. because he is super cute.

"yes! oh, my gosh, yes!" you giggle, "have you had it?"

"every time i go," he chuckles out, "except tonight."

"me too," you say and the sudden thought that he wants to kiss the pout off your face comes into his head. but that would absolutely absurd because he's only known you two hours and you just got broken up with and you're a bit tipsy; there's just far too many reasons for him not to do it.

so he lifts his hand to your mouth, his thumb and pointer finger lifting your face into a smile. you giggle against his hand, opening your mouth playfully and pretending to bite it but he quickly rips it away.

"hey!" his voice is deep but teasing and it makes you squeal as you drunkely trot away from him. in fear that you'll somehow stumble over the edge, he chases after you but the sound of his feet causes you to speed up. your laugh echoes on the rooftop, his own deep chuckles and pleas of "stop!" ringing through the air.

and he wishes you would've listened because no less than ten seconds later do you trip over your shoe lace, stumbling and crashing down right on your side. he yelps your name, rushing over and is grateful to see your head didn't ricochet off the concrete.

"oops," you giggle out, rolling onto your back as you rub at your side. he kneels over you, assessing your face for any injuries and sighing in relief when you're unscathed. but then you sit up, looking around in a daze before your eyes land on the untied white lace.

"okay so not my fault....my shoe was untied."

"i see that," yunho laughs out, tapping his large hand on his knee. you look at him with a small unsure smile.

"let me tie you up."

your eyes widen for a split second, mouth dropping open and you see how bright red his face his face gets even in the dark.

"your shoe! let me tie your shoe up! so you don't fall again." you plop your foot down with a nervous laugh and watch his long fingers double knot your laces before gently placing it down. "next one," he says with a smile, "just in case."

you purse your lips to the side to hide your own, sticking your foot on him before laying back on the cold ground. he plops on his butt after he finishes tying the second shoe, watching you lay there and he hopes you don't fall asleep.

a few moments pass before he hears your quiet voice.

"what'd you say?" he asks, leaning his head towards you. but now it's his eyes that are widening, your hand pulling him by his sweater and if he didn't put his arms out, he probably would've fallen right on top of you. his large figure rolls off, laying right beside you just as you speak again.

"stars," you slur, "i wish we could see them here." because you're just staring at the black abyss, the crescent shaped moon the only thing beaming down at you. but what you'd give to see a sky full of twinkling stars, because there's a sense of wonder in them that always makes you feel better.

"i know, that'd be nice," he sighs. and it's a thought he's also had when he'd sneak up here. whether it was after rough days or okay days or great days, he always found solace up here. but he always thought, especially on those particular nights he felt gloomy, that the stars would've been good company.

"what made you take me up here, anyway?" you hum curiously.

he moves his gaze, watching you look at the sky and he feels his chest tighten. because it's like the moon is reflecting in your eyes, the only source of light shining down on you as you look up and take it all in. and even though your cheeks are red from the wind and tears and your hair is windblown and knotty, "you're beautiful."

he says it so lowly that you wouldn't have heard it if a harsh blow of wind whipped through the air. but because it didn't, because everything up here is now still and unmoving, you crane your neck to look at him.

"what?"

his cheeks flush ever so slightly because he did not mean to blurt that out. but he got lost in his admiration, in the way you looked so angelic and at peace and content and now he really has to work on answering you.

"i'm sorry," he says, voice sounding breathy and flustered. "i meant....i mean, i don't know, really. i just think it's a nice place to get away for a bit."

he thinks he might've scared you off by his compliment, watching you turn your head back to the sky and remain silent for a few beats of time. his brain is screaming at him now that you're gonna jump up and run away and think his intentions were anything but pure. but then his brain and body relax when your soft voice begins to speak up.

"it is," you squeak quietly, "i...think this was a good first choice."

"first choice?"

your head snaps to look at him again, a smile on your face at just his presence next to you. because he's the type of person who has a light around them, who makes you feel at ease and whose soul you just know is good.

"well yeah," you squeak out, "i have you as a distraction all night, right?"

a big smile of his own brightens his face and you feel your heart flutter, jumping and shifting at the way he just looks so happy.

"you do."

"well, i have our second place in mind. but we might have to take a taxi," you explain to him, "on me, of course."

"no need," he says, "this is actually my apartment building. my car is downstairs."

you huff out as your eyes roll and he chuckles when you stare at him with a pained expression.

"what?"

"you're too chivalrous!" you whine, smacking his chest lightly as you cross your legs. he only smiles as he shakes his head at you. but his heart hurts because the bare minimum for you would probably seem like an act of chivarly.

"fine. i'll drive myself there and you can walk," he teases, poking your kneecap lightly when he says the word 'you'.

"deal," you giggle and he bites his lip at the sound, placing his large arm behind his head before you continue. "but first..."

he watches you unzip his jacket, fishing inside of it before whipping out two beer bottles with a smile. "i'd like to finish these, if that's okay."

"did you smuggle those out?!" he asks, humor in his tone as he leans up on his elbows.

"well, i paid for them of course!" you squeak, cheeks heating up at the way he's looking at you with his soft eyes and red cheeks. but then it occurs to you why his poor face is probably bright red. "and since we're at your house now....can i please ask something of you?"

he raises his eyebrow at you.

"please get yourself a jacket."

2:38 a.m.

he'd been driving for a little over an hour when you quietly alert him that you've almost arrived. he'd been led to a suburban area, brick houses lined with garden gnomes and mini vans in a quiet town. he smiles when he drives around the corner and sees a fenced in playground, two jungle gyms equipped with monkey bars and slides as well as a swingset in the farthest corner.

"ah, so this is destination 2?"

"yeah..." he hears you mumble quietly, "do you think it's stupid?"

he looks over at you when he hears the almost whispered tone in your voice, eyes staring down at your lap with your hands tucked into one another tightly. it seems like you think he's gonna berate you, like you're reliving some sort of bad memory and expecting history to repeat itself.

so without thinking, he reaches out with his hand and places it over yours. the unexpected warmth causes you to jump, looking up at him with glossy, hazed eyes.

"of course not," he says softly and you swallow the lump in your throat. "i'm pleasantly surprised. i haven't been on a playground in forever."

the smallest of smiles makes its way on your face, whipping your head back to the park and wiggling your feet. "me either," you mumble.

"then let's go, shall we?" he hums, removing his hand from yours as he turns off the car and opens his door to get out. you just manage to place your hand on the handle when five seconds later, he's opening and holding the passenger side door for you.

"i'm not even gonna say it," you mumble before thanking him quietly. he chuckles as he follows you to one side of the park, a gaping hole in the fence that easily allows the average sized body to slip through. but it proves a bit more challengingly for him, a giggle leaving your mouth as you take him by the hand and pull him the rest of the way in.

"i forgot you're a giant."

he scoffs playfully at you, running past you to get to the swings first. but you're sluggish in your movements, teetering and eyes heavy because you really shouldn't have had those two drinks. you were hoping it'd liven your spirits, make you more fun and playful.

but it appears when you're as sad as you are, the fun parts of drinking get skipped over and the sorrow you're feeling only heightens. and the boy smiling at you on the swing is making it easier, the way he talked and laughed with you in the car, the way he's parading you around and keeping you company so you're not lonely and sad. but you still feel it, feel like you're being crushed by the pain in your chest and torn in two different directions.

"i shouldn't have drank," you whine, taking a seat on the swing and leaning your head against the cool chain. your statement immediately has his eyes widening, his feet stopping on the gravel and looking at you.

"why?" he asks, slight panic in his voice, "are you gonna puke?"

"no," you giggle out slightly as you shake your head. "i just...i know my company's about to get pretty depressing." you swallow the lump forming in your throat, feeling tight and like you're about to choke on it. "your distractions have been....great but i'm still feeling so- i don't know why i'm-"

you feel his hands on your knee, the warmth radiating through your pants as he's bent down and looking at you with those kind brown eyes.

"hey, it's okay," he says softly and it has tears stinging behind your own because he looks at you nicer than he ever did and here you are crying over that waste when you could be getting to know him. "it'd be unusual if you didn't, y/n, it just happened."

your teeth dig into your lip to stop it from trembling, sniffling against the cold air. "i guess...i brought him here once you know."

"yeah?"

his heart wrenches seeing you stare down at your lap dejectedly, moving your foot in small circles that his thumbs micmic on your knee. and that's the way you stay for a while, in the cold silence together as he stays bent down rubbing your knee, your eyes trailing from your lip to his long fingers that have such a gentle touch.

"when we first started dating," you finally say quietly because it was probably one the first red flags that he wasn't gonna be the best boyfriend. you'd been dating for two months, driving back into the city after his first time meeting your parents when you asked him if you could show him one of your favorite places.

and you don't know why you were so surprised when he laughed at you, raised an eyebrow and scoffed because 'why would a grown adult wanna go to a playground?'

"did he like it?" he asks, seeing that you're in your head again.

"of course not," you laugh out humorlessly, "he thought it was so stupid. asked why either of us would even wanna go here when we're full grown adults. but i...i don't know, i came here all the time when i was younger and wanted to show him. i though it'd be fun."

he forgets he's holding onto your knee so you look down when he squeezes it between his large hand, eyes tight and jaw slightly clenched as he shakes his head.

"he's the stupid one," yunho bites into the cold air, "you wanted to show him something meaningful and he couldn't see that."

you shrug as a quiet sigh leaves your mouth. you don't even know why you keep talking but words just keep falling out of you, making you even more mopey and sad and you know he's absolutely regretting this. regretting spending his night with a whiney loser who can't stay out of her own sad head, who doesn't ever know what to say back so you lapse into silence while uncomfortable thoughts plague your mind.

"would you break up with someone like that?" he hears your voice ask lowly and his stomach twists at your question. because it was so random and out of nowhere, he knows you've probably been mulling over everything for these past few silent minutes.

"would you just spring it on a person like that? at a restaurant in front of people?"

he doesn't even have to think about his response.

"no," he mumbles truthfully, "i...don't think i could ever."

you sniffle because you had known that would be his answer. he's nice and kind and everything you wanted your boy....ex-boyfriend to be.

"but i've also never broken up with anyone before," he shares quietly.

you wipe at the lone tear that finally escaped your eye, cringing when you see your makeup on his jacket.

"oh? but you've had a girlfriend before, right?"

when he doesn't answer, your eyes widen and you quickly correct yourself when you meet his gaze. "or boyfriend..."

a small smile crosses his face as he shakes his head. "it'd be girlfriend..." he says teasingly, "but no... i've never really dated anyone, officially. just flings and stuff."

"why?" you squeak out and his eyes flicker to you, roaming your face to see an avid curiosity in your wide, glossy eyes.

"i don't know," he says honestly and he wishes he had a better answer for you. "it's not like i haven't wanted one...i just never found the right person, i guess."

you can only hum thoughtfully, nodding as you take in this new bit of information. because how is it possible that he can't manage to find the right person?

"well who would that be then?"

when he looks up from your knees, he sees you looking down at him with your head back against the chain. and if was anyone else, he'd think they were asking coyly. like they were trying flirt or be tempting.

but he knows that's not the case, even if he wants it to be.

"someone good," he says after thinking about it for a second, "someone i can have fun with but also be serious with. just someone...genuine and sweet, who i know deserves the best."

"you just described yourself," you mumble and he can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him.

"yeah? i thought that kind of sounded like someone else here," he responds lowly, his deep voice causing your gaze to meet his. you bite your lip nervously at the eye contact and any other time it'd make you nervous and fidgety. but now, because you're in the state you're in, you can't look away.

and it's a state he knows you're in as well which is what causes him to look away and stand up, moving himself behind you until his hands meet the middle of your back. you jump in surprise, craning your neck back to look at him.

but before you can ask him what's happening, you start flying into the air. you let out a small squeal as you tighten your hold on the chains, his large hands pushing on your back as you swing.

"don't fall again!"

"well, a warning would've been nice!" you squeak before another uncontrollable laugh cuts you off.

"that's not as fun."

he continues to push you until you whine for him to sit down next to you, pumping your legs as you two fight to get higher. but when he leans his head back a few minutes later and catches a glimpse of the dark sky, he's halting and grabbing you to stop the swing.

"what're you doing, cheater! i was winning!"

"come with me."

he grabs your hand and leads you over to the jungle gym, guiding you up to the highest platform before craning his neck up.

"what're you doing?" you ask as you mimic him before a gasp cuts you off. because the exposed ceiling of the playground shows off the sky full of bright twinkling stars, the lack of light pollution from the bustling city allowing you to see just what you're robbed of every night.

"the stars!" you squeal, looking at him excitedly and he feels his chest constrict like it has every time that bright smile comes out. "they're so pretty."

"they are," he mumbles, watching you plop down on the cold floor and lay out to stargaze. he smiles softly before joining you, bending his legs so he fits on the platform. and just like on the rooftop, your arms press together but neither of you make any attempts to move them.

and then if your head somehow ends up grazing his shoulder, he only peaks down with a smile that matches your own.

4:10 a.m.

once the cold got too much, lips chapped and hands red, you both ran to the car and waited anxiously for the heat to crank up. there was a sense in the air that your time wasn't over yet, neither one of you mentioning going home or ending the night despite the early morning hours creeping around.

so it's why you ended up picking up food at a 24-hour conveience store, crumps of snacks and water bottles littering the floor of his car. why you're both just pulled over on the side of the empty highway, the occurence of another flashing pair of headlights rare.

"so what do you usually do on a friday night?" you chirp as your feet rest on the dashboard, "you know, when you're not accompanying a weepy dumpee?"

"don't call yourself that," he laughs out, "but usually just at one of my friends. we're a boring bunch so you've actually spiced up my night."

"now i know that's a lie," you quip, poking his arm lightly and the sound of his deep chuckle has your cheeks heating. he is cute.

"it's not," he assures turning his head to the side to throw you a wink. "and thank you."

your body freezes as a gasp leaves your mouth, snapping your head to look at him. he doesn't laugh because of how wide your eyes are, how shocked and horrified you look that you just said that aloud, but he really wants to.

"i...i didn't say- oh, my god."

"what's so bad about that? i blurted out that you were beautiful two hours into meeting," he says, embarassment laced in his tone.

your cheeks heat at the memory, a shy smile on your face as you look down to hide the bright blush. it's daring on his part, daring to reach out and lift your face, rub his thumb along the warm skin and smile softly as he does so.

"why are you hiding?"

"because you're crazy," you say lowly, quietly, and you're cursing the dinner and the way this sweet boy affects you for your low self-esteem ruining the car's atmosphere.

"fine, i'm crazy," he says, "but you're still bea-"

"i'm not," you interupt quietly, before he can say those words and warm your heart and make you wanna kiss him. because that would be a terrible idea. even though you want to, even though you've developed the fastest crush in history and it would be so easy to just scoot over a few inches, move your head in just a little and-

"why? because he broke up with you?"

you bite your lip at the reminder, roaming over his face that's unwavering and serious. dark eyes looking into yours, focused on nothing but you with his hand still on your cheek. you swallow the ball forming in your throat as he waits for you to answer.

"yes," you mumble, feeling your eyes gloss over before you move your face to look back out the window. he sighs next to you and you can feel his gaze on you, boring into you and the tightness in your throat is almost suffocating you.

"i'm sorry, y/n, but you have to know-"

"stop it," you mumble brokenly, "please stop."

"why," he says softly and he's surprised by himself for pushing you. but he can't help it, not as he watches your fleeting moments of happiness fade in and out the way they have all night, sees your eyes water and hands start to fidget.

there's only a tense silence in the car for the next few moments, your eyes out the window and his on you as he watches your fingers fold into each other.

"he didn't deserve you," he suddenly says and you look up with your eyebrows furrowed, a humorless laugh leaving your mouth.

"how could you say that, you don't even know him," you mumble, hating that you're sitting here and defending him. and for what? you already knew he was the worst.

"from the things you've told me. from what i saw and heard with my own ears," he tells you quietly. "i...he acted as if he wanted to be anywhere else but with you. and i just couldn't imagine why. because you seemed so... sweet and happy to be there with him."

you swallow nervously at his intense gaze and words, reaching out to fumble with the heat because it just got uncomfortably warm in here.

"why are you saying these things?" you ask suddenly, snapping your head up to look at him. "why are you still being so nice to me?"

he lets out a strangled sigh, his hard eyes looking you over and it makes something in you burn.

"i get it, you feel bad and wanted to play the knight in shining armor for a pathetic girl. but i can't take it, tonight. i can't take you...saying these things to me and not meaning it. just saying it out of pity."

"that wasn't why i did it," he's quick to say and there's something building in the air, a light buzzing as you become more snappy and he becomes more adament to prove himself to you. "and how do you know i don't mean it? i never felt pity for you."

"because it doesn't make any sense," you squeak out brokenly, "you're...you and i'm just some sad girl who can't keep her boyfriend interested enough to remember their fucking anniversary. can't keep her boyfriend happy enough to wanna stay with her and instead be dumped at-"

it's his large hand grabbing your jaw that starts it. halts your words and connects your gazes and has shaky, strangled breaths leaving your mouth. has him mumbling "stop it," through gritted teeth and you snarling a firm, "no."

and it could've been him bringing you forward or you pulling him closer but somehow, after a few beats of lingering gazes and breathy sighs, your lips connect.

at first neither of you even realized what happened, lips instinctually moving against one another and eyes shutting. his hand moves to your cheek and yours move to his shoulder, squeezing it lightly to ground yourself, make sure this is really happening because apparently the warm tingly feeling in your body isn't proof enough.

but it's what makes him rips himself away from you, chest heaving up and down from the adrenline of acting upon the feelings and actions he wanted to the moment he saw your smile on the rooftop.

"i'm sorry," he breaths out, eyes trained on the steering wheel, "i shouldn't have done that."

and if he thinks he shouldn't have done that, then you certainly don't think crawling over the console to straddle his lap would be the next appropriate move. but you do because it's like the second your lips met, you realized just how much you wanted and needed that.

his body freezes, back pressed right up against the black leather seat when watches you climb over. he looks down at you, dark eyes with a mix of agony and surprise and he's trying so hard to remain the nice, gentle boy he's been all night.

but then you bunch his shirt up between your hands, pull him down a few inches from your lips and mumble a plea to kiss you again against his mouth that has your lips crashing into one another again. his arms wrap around your waist hesitantly, your back arching when you feel how big his hands feel on your back, the warmth from his skin penetrating through your shirt. and it's all the encouragement he needs to tighten his hold around you, part his mouth and allow his tongue to sweep across your lips.

you stiffle a moan at the intrusion, meet his with yours as you slightly roll your hips on him. "y/n..." he groans against your lips but you only hum against them, body buzzing and the sound of heavy breathing fanning throughout the car only is only making you more willing to kiss him, to press yourself against his body and give yourself over to him.

but he quickly stops again, disconnecting your lips and squeezing your hips lightly. "wait..we shouldn't ...i don't wanna make you-"

"please," you say breathlessly, almost like a whine because your desire had been harboured by sadness but you now you don't even care. not with the feeling of him under you and the taste of him lingering on your lips and the way he's looking at you. "i want you."

"this isn't how how or why i wanted to distract you," he grunts out, "i swear i didn't-"

"yunho," you say, eyes boring into his and when he looks at you with wide, questioning eyes, you place a peck on his lips. "shut up."

and shut up he does when you bring his face down to yours, grinding his hips up into you at your eagerness and a tiny moan leaves your mouth at the feeling. because you feel the hint of a bulge and now arousal is just pounding through you.

your hands move to his hair, pulling and tugging and grinding against him and you hadn't realized how pent up sexually you were. and like the man under you has transformed into a new person, you just about faint when he disconnects your lips and mumbles against them, "he wasn't fucking you right, was he?"

your hazy, half-lidded gaze moves to him and you swallow at how different he looks. messy hair, red lips, dark eyes looking at you with such an intense, lustful gaze. and his voice, his deep and almost condescending tone causing wetness to pool between your legs.

"no," you whine out frustratedly.

"i can tell," he mutters teasingly and the way he says it makes your stomach flutter. his lips trail against your neck, kissing down and down as you lean your head back and bite your lips to suppress a moan.

"i'm gonna make you feel good, make you moan my name and come on my tongue and then fuck you right," he says pulling away from your neck to make you look at him, "is that good, baby? is that what you want?"

his dick twitches when he sees your roused hair and flushed face, eyes glossy and lips abused from his kiss and your teeth.

"hm?" he mutters again when you can only stare at him as your chest heaves.

"yes," you moan out and you can't believe how quickly you've fallen so needy and wet, "please."

"yes what?" he growls, "say my name."

"yunho. yes, yunho, please."

he lays you down on the seat, sliding it all the way back until he has just enough leg room to crouch down by the floor. he snakes his hands up your legs and thighs slowly, rubbing along your core and smiling when you thrash and twitch on the seat.

"are you gonna be wet for me, baby? i hope that's what i'm gonna see."

"yes, yunho," you repeat and he sharply inhales at how quickly you've learned to listen, how eager you are to respond and how you're already widening your legs.

"you're such a good girl, you know that?" he hums, undoing your pants with his fingers and you make sure to crane your neck to watch him. and it doesn't get lost on him either, smirking as his tugs your pants down to mid-thigh and you moan in response. your eyes roll back when you see his long finger trail against your wet lace thong and he has to surpress the growl in his throat.

"look at these," he hums moving them to the side just a little to graze your wetness and licks his lips when he feels his fingers get slick with your arousal.

"you," you gasp out, desperate for his touch or his tongue or just to feel him do anything but teasingly have his finger on you. "for you."

"yeah?" he mumbles, slowly moving around your dripping slit and you swallow down a loud moan. "you know. i wanted to kiss you all night," he hums, sliding your soaked thong down slowly and kissing in your inner thigh, "but i didn't think i'd get this lucky."

and with that, his hair grazes your stomach as he dips his head and places his tongue on your clit, lapping over it before trailing down to lick and taste more of you.

"holy shit," you gasp out and it only causes his tongue's assault to build frantically, sucking and licking and moaning against your wetness as he mumbles how good you taste. your hand moves to his hair, pulling and twisting the strands of hair and then gripping it harshly when you feel his finger slide into you.

"yunho," you screech out and you catch his eyes looking up at you, the image of him right between your legs, his mouth grazes over your burning core causing your own to roll back.

"look at me."

his deep voice commands it with such deep authority, so different than his sweet soft-spoken words, that you roll your head back to look at him with hazy eyes.

"i want you to watch me. watch me eat and finger this tight little pussy until you're screaming my name," he growls, bringing his other hand up to squeeze your bare thigh. "understand? i want you to watch me."

you nod your head frantically and you think you would've agreed to anything just for his tongue to go back on you and his finger to start pounding into you. and when it does, when he finally starts again between your legs, you bite your lips so your eyes don't roll back again.

because his tongue lapping over your clit, his long finger pounding up into you as looks right at you is quickly becoming too much. you can't ever remember a time oral felt like this, felt so consuming and had you making the sorts of moans and whines vibrating throughout the car.

"oh my god," you whine lowly, rolling your hips over his face but it only causes the hand not in your pussy to pin you down by your hips.

"hey," he warns lowly, his wet lips retracting from between your legs, "you've been so good for me, baby. what happened?"

"i'm sorry," you whine, "it just feels so-" his tongue laps at your clit teasingly and you screech "good, feels so good," when he sucks it into his hot mouth.

"i think i need to sit you on my cock," he says and the pride that floods through him when you clench around his finger is all consuming. "what do you think?"

"yes, yunho," you say, trying to remember how he likes you good, "please, i wanna sit on your cock." and it pays off because one second your laid out on your back, the next your pants are at your ankles and he's flipped you guys so you're straddling him again.

you feel his hardness under you, peaking down and your eyes widening when you see his sheer size. "whoa..."

your cheeks flush when you hear his deep chuckle, his hand running through your sweaty hair as he lifts your head.

"i'll be gentle."

but in a bold move, you spit on your hand and jerk his cock causing him to sputter in the seat below you. "i hope not," you mutter, eyes teasing and voice low and he squints his eyes at you.

"oh no?" he hums, "then sit."

thighs wet from the arousal dripping out of you, you swirl the tip around your slit teasingly and throw your heard back with a moan. and it's the only reason he humors it, because the way you look with your head thrown back, chest heaving and mouth hung open, is enough to make his already throbbing cock ache for you even more.

you move it to your clit, pressing him into it and grinding as a whiney cry leaves your lips. "oh my god," you squeak, your eyes shooting to his and you connect your lips again. he meets your kiss with the same fervor, taking his cock from your hold and lining it up with your entrance.

"i need to fuck you now," he growls, "please, baby."

"yes," you mumble against his lips, groaning out against him when you feel him enter you and stretch your walls. you both let out breathy moans when he fully enters, him because "you're so fucking tight" and you because "you're so big, yunho," and it's all the motivation you need to start grinding your hips onto him.

his hands dig into your hips, urging you on with coos of pet names and expletives that have you grinding and bouncing and moaning out. and if anyone were hitch hiking on the side of the road right now, it wouldn't take an expert to know just what was going on inside.

because both your deep moans and grunts are echoing throughout the car. your heavy breathing and sighs have fogged up the windows of the shaking car from your rolling and grinding and his thrusting to find that spot within you.

the spot he finds only a few minutes later that has you falling forward into the crook of his neck, bouncing your wet heat on him because you hear his strangled breathing and loud grunts until the familiar hot feeling of him releasing inside you has moans ripping out of your chests in unison.

it takes a while for your breathing to turn even, for your shaking legs to simmer and the ringing in his ears to stop. but when it does, he kisses the top of your head still buried in the crook of his neck and gently places you in the seat next to him.

he fumbles with the glove compartment and takes out a wipe, gently dabbing between your legs as you lay your head back on the leather seat.

"you okay?" he quietly laughs out seeing you still in a post-orgasm daze.

"i'm....good, great," you say, a laugh bubbling out of you before shyly thanking him for cleaning you. because even in the car, directly after an intense sex-crazed adrenaline rush, he still remembers aftercare. and you think if it was possible to fall in love with someone in a night, with a heart as fragile as yours, he'd be the person to make it happen.

"me too," he says quietly, throwing the wipe in the empty plastic bag before he looks over your face. "i...that was uh great, really great."

his face burns when you turn away to laugh into your shoulder, his deep of groan of "stop!" only making you giggle more. and like it wasn't the cause of what just happened in the first place, you mumble again that he's cute.

"also," you say, when your laugh and his red cheeks subside, "it'd probably be a good time to mention i'm on the pill."

6:49 a.m.

you're half asleep in the front seat of yunho's car, the familiar sounds of horns honking and the bustling city keeping you from falling into a full slumber. he had asked on the way back if he could bring you to one more place before you called it a night (even though the birds were chirping and sun was rising). and who were you to say no when he had smiled and asked so softly.

you pop your eyes open, hands under your cheek as you watch him silently bob his head to the soft music. he's at a red light, one hand atop the steering wheel as he looks over to see you staring.

"hey sleepy," he says, reaching out to fix your slightly messy hair. "i'm sorry, i know you're tired but we're almost there."

"s'okay," you mumble, meeting his soft eyes with a smile, "i don't wanna leave you yet anyway."

"oh no?" he hums softly and his heart tightens when you sees a shy blush cross your face.

"i didn't mean to say that," you sigh out sleepily and his small chuckle rings through the car.

"i was hoping you did," he says, hand moving from your head to pink cheek, "because i don't wanna leave you yet either."

the sound of a honk promptly ruins the moment, yunho's eyes moving to squint into the mirror before he drives off. you giggle as you shut your eyes again, burrowing yourself further into the leather.

he shakes you awake a few moments later, his hand on your shoulder as he looks down at with you soft brown eyes.

"we're here."

"where?" you mumble, sitting up and peaking out the window to see a small bakery.

"let me show you."

he gets out and meets you around the passenger side door, opening it for you and extending his hand out to you; you take it without a second thought and he smiles as he intertwines your fingers.

you walk up to the bakery door, the fresh smell of baked bread wafting through the empty store. the faint welcome from the worker is drowned out as your eyes peer over the shelves, bread and cookies and cakes lined up behind the streak-free glass.

you look up at him curiously when he leads you over to the cakes, tightening his hold on your hand when you guys stop in front of the display.

"pick anything you want."

you cock your head to the side before your eyes roam over the selection, squinting your eyes to read the script in front of every pastry when a tiny gasp escapes your lips.

"is that a-"

"tiramisu cheesecake," he confirms, "i heard it's really good here."

you stare at the glass as your heart tightens in your chest and you can't believe you have any tears left to sting behind your eyes today. but you don't wanna cry, even if they're happy tears, so it's why you lean your head against his arm and press your lips into a firm line.

"and i don't know if it's as good as that one," he says lowly, "but i figured it could hold you over until we....until you go back."

you lift your head to stare at him and he pouts upon seeing the one on your face. but before he can ask what's wrong or if he overstepped, your arm is wrapped around his body as you press your head into his chest.

"thank you," you choke out, "i....thank you." because if you try to say anymore, your hope that not even happy tears escape your eyes will be gone to shit.

and it's like he knows that. so he presses his lips to the top of your head and asks for a slice, your body still attached to his when he pays and ushers you out to the car.

and that's where you tell him you're so thankful for this cake but you also wanna enjoy the other one too. and at first he doesn't understand, his eyebrows furrowed together as he nods his head hesitantly.

"so i was thinking....maybe not this week, so i don't show up with a new boy right away...but next week, maybe we can go to-"

"yes," he blurts out and a big smile makes its way on your face when you see he can barely hold back his excitement. and he doesn't even care too.

because as he takes you home, you excitedly talk it over and exchange numbers. and he's quick to tell you you can start out as friends first, that he doesn't expect anything from you and will take this new found relationship at whatever pace you decide to set.

but you hope the smirk you throw his way shows him that you know within a few weeks time, you'll completely forget about the boy who made you so upset and dropped you into his lap, now filling you with such an excited, hopeful feeling even in your sleep deprived state.

you direct him to your apartment building and you thank him again for the night, sweet smiles and lingering gazes as you both delay separating.

but because that time has come, you gather your cake and open the door after teasing him that he better not get out and do it for you.

"so, i'll see you next week?" you ask quietly, a small shy smile on your face.

"next week," he says, watching you with a smile and light heart as you barrel up your apartment stairs and he gives himself two hours before his fingers start itching to text you.

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Yandere! Ateez! Reaction finding out that their s/o is a yandere for them

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Warning: this reaction contains yandere behavior, a toxic relationship, maybe some abuse and mature stuff

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Hongjoong

He was stalking you like usual

Taking photos of you how you change and how you shower, how you sleep and how you learn

But he never saw what you did in a strange room with no windows

He tried multiple times to see what you are doing there

One time he was determined to see what happen in this room and he breaks into your house

And as soon as you came out of the room, he walked inside and he sees thousand pictures of himself

Some slef drawn pictures

But there are pictures of him stalking you and his heart would miss a beat

As he tried to leave the room, he saw you standing in the door, slowly closing the door a smile laying on your face

And at this point he falls in love with you a second time

Because you are just as sick and twisted as himself

,,Hongjoong.. Baby. I never thought I would see you so soon here." your angelic voice rings in his ears and he looked at you with a small smile. ,,See. I don't want to scare you with this pictures but.." Slowly and like a predator you walked towards him. ,,I think you understand why I have them right? You know why I have to take all of them.." as soon as the words slipped out you wrapped your arms around his neck. ,,And even if you want to leave now.. You can't.. You are mine" To say that he was smiling and happy is an understatement.

Seonghwa

Hate love relationship with your yandere side

Because he loves how possessive you are and how easily he get you jealous but

At the same time he hates how dominant you are

How you want to make rules

To control him

He is in control and you could never tell him what to do

You often argue because of this

Seonghwa is violent and you will easily submit to him when he starts to threat and hurt you

But that doesn't change the fact that he does things you hate

,,No! Fuck of Seonghwa! I saw how you talked to her." you shouted at him and narrowed your eyes at him. ,,so leave me the fuck-" he harshly pushed you against the wall and walks near to you, his tall body hovering over yours. ,,If you ever try to set rules again. I will gag you and chain you in the basement, I will torture you and if you start to be bratty like that again I will cut off your tongue. Are. We. Fucking. Clear." Seonghwa spoke darkly and emphasized the last words.

Yunho

He would love it

You are loving him just the way he loves you

He would never leave you and you would never leave him

You would never tell him that he is sick or a psycho because of his behavior

You will do everything so he loves you

You submit easily to him, do what he wants and show him the affection he wants

It is paradise for Yunho

,,Y.. You don't want me to go outside Yunho? " you asked innocently and you felt how your face turned red. Does he really care that much about you? He really is the perfect boyfriend for you. He loves you endless and you never have to think about him leaving you. His voice snapped you out your thoughts and you looked up, in his smiling face. ,,Yes baby you could hurt yourself, so please stay inside and I go out for you today. Be a good little girl/boy for me."

San

He would love that more than everything else

Why?

Because he can use that as his advantage

He can tease you, make you jealous and be violent and careless all the way he wants and you still love him endless

You have rules for him and he will easily break them, because San you can't punish him

He is on top

He is more dominant than you and he will easily put you back in your place

If you see him flirting with someone you will kill for him

And he loves it

Loves how you look covered on the blood from someone else

San is a demon who lives to manipulate you

If he really wants to punish you

When you flirt with someone, because you want to make San jealous, he will ignore you

You will crave his attention

You need his attention, his love just as much as he needs you

,,Kitten you look so good in red." your boyfriend told you, while he licked over his lips, his eyes scaning your whole body. Your cheeks turned red because of his comment and you looked at the corps infront of you. If he really compliments you after you killed one of his flirts, he is not only more perfect, but it makes him more attractive. ,,D.. Daddy please, don't do this again.. Even if I love to be covered in blood for you."

Mingi

Submissive yandere

He would do everything for you

Doesn't mind your yandere side at all

You want him to stay home? Okay

You don't want him to meet anyone else? He doesn't do it

You can do whatever you want the only thing he wants in return is that you have to love him

He is your only one and you will never leave him

But since you are so deeply in love with him, it doesn't even bother you

Because you are a yandere, he doesn't have to punish you

And you don't have to punish him

So it's win win for both of you

,,Mingi? What did I say about going out alone? I don't want you to go out.. " You said to your boyfriend with a pout on your face. ,,Ohh? I'm sorry little one! Would you mind to join me then? And don't forget to hold my hand yeah?" Immediately you took his and and kissed his cheek. ,,Of course my big boy."

Yeosang

Like Seonghwa he would hate it

You tried to cut of his social contacts and tried to lock him in

And he hates it

I mean yes you crave his attention, his love and his presence but

You try to control him

And he is in charge

So if you aren't submitting, he will hurt you really bad

He is sadistic, so never and I mean never try to set up rules and tell him what to do

He will leave you alone, lock you in and tell you all the horrible things you don't want to hear

If he is mad he will tell you how sick you are and that he would never love someone like you

But at the same time he love sit that you would do everything to get his attention

He wants you to kill someone? No problem you will do it

Torture someone he hates is on the table too

He use your love as his advantage

Oh and don't worry he would never actually leave you

He loves you more than everything else

,,Y.. Yeosang! Stay with me please I.. I need you!" you yelled at him, at the love of your life, but he didn't even turn around again before he closed the door of the basement. Your hands are tied and tears streamed down your face as you realized that he really left you here alone. ,,Y.. Yeosang please I'm sorry. I won't d.. Do it again! Please come back! "

Wooyoung

He saw how you killed someone he talked earlier to

And he can't help but to think it's hot and so dann sexy

You covered in the blood from someone who flirted with him

He loves it

Loves how you do everything so he is yours

And just yours

And of course you love how he does everything so you are his

And just his

Because both of you understand each other it isn't that complicated for you to do what the other one wants

Both of you don't talk with someone else

Or meet someone else

Both of you don't have to punish each other and the best point is

No one of you will ever leave the other one

,,W.. Wooyoung..p..pleade let me explain it isn't how it looks like..I-",,You really want to say that you didn't kill her because she flirted with me earlier?" His look doesn't show any emotions as he walked towards the corps and your bloody self. ,,Because if you really want to say that I would be truly mad at you." It takes some seconds till you realized what he said and with a confused look on your face, you watched how he stopped his movements in front of you. Suddenly he leaned down and kissed your forehead, a small smile laying on his face now. ,,You look absolutely stunning like that baby."

Jongho

How he found out that you are a yandere?

Easy

He woke up Ina strange basement chained to a chair and a gag on his mouth

His vision was blury but after some time he realized that you sit on a chair across the room

Looking stunning like ever and with a smile laying on your face

Then you got up and walked over to him, telling him everything you ever want to tell him

How much you love him

And how much he has to love you too

to say that he is more than willing to do everything verything you say is an understatement

He is so happy that he can't stop smiling as soon as you take the gag out

Of course he had to tell you how much he loves you too

, You know I love every single small detail about you. I love the way you talk, walk and sing. I love the way you look then you are sad, angry or in pain and I.. - " softly you kissed his cheek and smiled at him, a sadistic glimpse in your eyes. ,,Want to be the reason why you are happy, sad or in pain and.. Because I can't be sure that you're not lying to me as soon as I take off the gag. I have to make sure you will see the consequences of this." With a smooth movement you take a small knive out of your pocket. ,,I'm sorry for that."

#ateez #ateez san #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez jongho #ateez mingi #ateez reactions #ateez wooyoung #ateez yeosang #yandere ateez #ateez yandere #ateez hongjoong #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez ff #ateez fic

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hwahawt · 3 years

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My new cat | j.w

Non idol! ateez, gn reader

TW: mentions of d**th, cats (?)

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: My first piece in tumblr, my writing feels shitty but oh well :(

Wooyoung, your first love, probably your last too. The short relationship with him had been filled with kisses of all types: passionate, cute and innocent, aggressive, and apologetic. You can still feel the last kiss you shared. What hurts the most is that neither of you knew it would be your last.

The tears escaped your eyes for days until you there were no more left to shed; the constant pain in your chest, the emptiness hurt, the silence in your home was deafening. You needed a distraction, something that could fill the void in your heart and home, even though you knew that whatever you decided for, it would never be as loud and filling as Wooyoung. For once his screaming and excited squeals were missed, the pain you felt when he shouted in your ear long gone; you could only hope one day something could bring you that happy pain again.

~~~~~~~~~~

"A cat? I don't know Lia, I want a loud animal, I need a strong distraction, cats are too independent, don't you think?"

"You're delusional, cats are responsible yet caring, you just need to remain open and let the cat choose you not the other way around. Or you could pick up the first cat you see and have a little demon to accompany you, it wouldn't be too different from Woo, would it?"

You sigh, you don't know whether to laugh or be angry at her, however, she was just trying to remind you of the everyday Woo you fell in love with. You were scared of forgetting him, forgetting your life together.

"A cat will do I guess" you give up, Lia was as stubborn as Wooyoung, you would never win.

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"You have a cat!" An excited San rushed past your front door to get his hands on Mew Mew.

"This ailurophile I swear to god," A tired Hongjoong said while hugging you, shaking his head in disapproval before he shouts "leave the cat alone, we would like to make it out with no scratches!"

"Sorry about them Y/n, you know how they are, an obsessed man and a cocky one who doesn’t miss the chance to show off his vocabulary” Seonghwa engulfs you in a big cozy hug and you hadn't felt so warm in months, his motherly nature really was a blessing.

Meow you feel something stepping on your feet and scratching your legs.

"Mew Mew? Need something baby?"

To say your cat was demanding was an understatement, your cat was the clingiest one in the entire universe, it reminded you of Wooyoung constantly, and although at first, it hurt, you started to feel glad that you could remember him without feeling so much sorrow. You were at peace with his absence, most of the time.

"Hello Mew Mew, I'm Mingi" Your sunfish best friend saluted the cat in your arms, from the corner of your eye you see Hongjoong’s left eye twitching at the action thinking how come no one respects me like that?

"Step aside, I want to pet him," Yunho softly pushes Mingi and extends his giant arm to pet your companion "wait! Mew Mew is a boy, right? Omg, I might have misgendered your pet, I'm so sorry Mew Mew!" he starts bowing in apologies and the tips of his ears turn red in nervousness.

"Calm down, he's a boy, no one is misgendering anyone" You snatch Mew Mew from Yeosang who had quietly coaxed the cat into going to his arms.

"Hey! That's my best friend!" He exclaims with the most adorable pout you had seen on him. Without you noticing, the boys glare at Yeosang to shut him up. You didn't know yet, and you might never know, it's up to your one functioning brain cell to get a hint, but even that could take a few lifetimes.

Jongho walks to the couch while humming, his unbothered persona balances the room, a moment of silence settles to appreciate his vocal cords, that is until Yunsan start bickering about what movie they'll watch.

All of you are now spread out in the living room, some laying on the couch, others on the floor over tons of blankets, while Seonghwa decided to take two chairs for Hongjoong and him. They really are like grandmas you think.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Thank you for this wonderful evening Y/n" Hongjoong reaches out for you to hold you against his chest, the warmth coming out of him reminding you how grateful you are for still being alive, lucky to be surrounded by so many bright and warm stars.

"It was my pleasure having you all here for the day, I missed you guys a lot," You say after letting go of Hongjoong "I also wanted you to meet Mew Mew, especially you, Sannie"

"Thank you, I loved spending time with him" San shows a blinding smile while muttering an imperceptible again.

"Life is a special gift Y/n, we're glad you are making the best of it" Jongho pulls you into a hug, you quickly melt in his embrace until you realise what you're doing. You could only remember being hugged by him four times, his arms feel like ambrosia, healing the last broken bits of your heart.

~~~~~~~~~~

While washing the dishes, you see a brown-black fluffy ball jumping up the counter and walking towards your busy arms. "I can't hold you right now Mew Mew" you reject him softly, the cat is stubborn and climbs up your arms to your shoulders, settling himself there with his tail going behind your neck to give warmth to your other shoulder.

You scoff, what a clingy cat you got, but at least you're reminded that you're loved, "I love you too, baby" you reassure him and he purrs in return. Pleased with your affection and warmth, he rubs his head against your neck.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Wooyoung! Stop pretending to be tired and help me with the table please"

Not receiving an answer back you frown, about to call for him again, reality slaps you in the face. Wooyoung is gone. However, before any tears slip down your cheeks, your new companion purrs and jumps up the table, he sits down beside a used napkin and looks directly at your eyes. While the time you spent with your cat felt like years, it had only been a few months. His constant affection made you forget he wasn't a human, and sometimes it was hard to believe a cat was so loyal and tuned in to your emotions than your own therapist.

Looking into your cat's eyes always led you down a rabbit hole full of love and gratefulness, however, this time was different, looking into his cat eyes you could see emotions you had never felt in him before, very human emotions in your opinion. Mew Mew seemed to be sorry, "don't pity me now Mew Mew, I'm not delusional, I just forgot for a sec". The cat meowed and jumped in your arms, that was when you had a crazy idea.

"Yeosang! Hi, I'm sorry are you too busy right now? Ok, what about the boys, can they come over for a bit too? Perfect, thank you!" You look at the cat that now sleeps soundly over your piano. He's still as cute as you remember him.

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"What's the matter Y/n? We were worried you called so suddenly" Yeosang throws himself at you, hugging you while checking for injuries.

"I'm alright, don't worry. Come, let's sit down, ok?"

The room is quiet, and the only thing you can hear is the soft snores coming from the impostor laying shamelessly on your piano. Your eyes naturally drift towards him and a smile is painted across your face without you intending to.

"He's Wooyoung, isn't he?" The question makes every man in the room panic, the person in question quickly jumps off the piano and runs towards your lap.

"Well, it's not like you're not allowed to know. We just weren't expecting you to catch up so quickly" San says while reaching out to caress the cat and whine something about broken agreements and betrayals.

"Now I understand why you called him your best friend," Yeosang's cheeks are dusted with a fluffy pink colour, “at the time I was so immersed in my pain that I forgot that you all were hurting too. For that I'm sorry."

"Your connection to him was different, you were kind of left alone but we still had each other" Hongjoong reassures you while taking your hand in his.

"That's why he decided to stay with you, not us. San had seen him in the street a few days after Woo passed, he brought him back home of course," Seonghwa rolls his eyes at the memory, even though his face fails to show any annoyance at San's actions, "after spending time with the cat we felt like Woo was still with us, Yeosang and San realised first, after all, they were the closest to Woo back then. We started calling for Wooyoung and the cat would always respond, he would look at us like he knew what we were asking for."

Without you noticing, there are tears running down your cheeks and wetting Wooyoung on your lap. The feeling of knowing that you didn't lose him forever was unexplainable, a mixture of relief and sadness because it took you so long to understand your cat's affection.

"It might take you a bit to get used to having him with you again, especially as a cat, but we know you love Mew Mew nearly as much as you love Wooyoung, so don't think you're going crazy at some point, because you're not" Jongho softly states with his signature gummy smile and Mingi pats your head.

"We're glad you're back" Mingi whispers to Wooyoung, and the latter purrs at Mingi in response while wagging his tail playfully against his thigh, the usual gestures he did as a human.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Woo wake up! Time for lunch!" Your voice bounced off the walls, and in a matter of seconds, you heard the rushed steps of the boy (technically cat) in question. Excited sounds coming out of him.

Once you settle your plate, drink, and cutlery on the table you look at the cat who was staring at you, pretending not to be tempted by the food on the table. Glaring at him playfully and doing a motion saying that you're watching him, you go back to the kitchen for his food, and once his plate is set next to the wall, you sit down and start to eat, however you're interrupted by hissing.

"You're hissing at me? How dare you, little brat!" Wooyoung hisses again and proceeds to push his plate with his snout, "ok I'm kidding baby, come up here" You take the plate and place it on the table so you both can eat together. Your cat is bratty.

~~~~~~~~~~

"I love you baby, thank you for coming back to us, back to me" Your cat purrs and snuggles into your chest, rubbing his body softly against your shirt to keep his smell there. Your cat is clingy.

I'm happy to be back with you Y/n

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lunnanunna · 4 years

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Reaction to Yoori Crying

ATEEZ Extra Member AU

[Requested]

A/N: I’m sorry. I feel like this is crap. I wrote this up at 2am, so I feel like that’s why. Hopefully, you enjoy!

Requests are open! Tell me what you think.

Hongjoong:

He goes into parent mode when she starts crying.

He can see it coming. He sees the wobble of her lip, and knows to jump into action.

She doesn’t need much to be consoled.

With him, he’ll have her sit with him while he works on music.

She’ll hold onto his arm and snuggle up to him, and he’ll smile and let her, even if his arm is falling asleep.

He’ll never push her to talk, but he’ll let her know that he’s there.

Depending on what or who made her cry, he’ll get angry.

Seonghwa:

He kind of has a sixth sense when it comes to her about to cry. He’s always at the ready.

He’ll find her crying in her bed. He’ll pull her sheets off, even though she’ll fight to keep them on.

Wraps her up in one of his hoodies and pick her up.

Places her on the couch to watch a movie or anime, while he goes to the kitchen to grab her one of her favorite snacks.

Most of the time, he’ll grab some unfinished Legos and they’ll work on it.

She’ll still be crying, but it’ll slowly die down.

Like Hongjoong, he won’t push her to talk.

Yunho:

He gets sad whenever he sees that she’s crying.

Hugs tightly and carries her throughout the dorm.

If it’s in public, he’ll have a stash of candy in his bag and will give them to her.

Will actually feed her the candy if she’s too sad to grab it herself.

Pets her hair, and sings to her until she starts to calm down.

Once she’s calm, she’ll sit on his lap, latching on.

He never asks what’s wrong, and she’s grateful. Sometimes she prefers not to talk.

Yeosang:

He never knows what Yoori needs.

Like he’ll try to ask her what's wrong and she’ll get moody with him, because she doesn’t want to talk.

Or he’ll give her alone time, but she actually doesn’t want to be alone.

Yoori’s noticed this, so she’ll seek him out when she needs him.

He’ll get frustrated with this, because he just wants to help.

They’ll mostly just cuddle.

He’ll bring her one of her many stuffed animals and they’ll probably end up falling asleep.

San:

Ready to throw hands.

Yoori normally doesn’t cry for simple things. It’s normally when someone has hurt her.

He’s known Yoori for so long, that he’s always been there for her, and has seen her at her worst.

Yoori knows how angry San can get and gets scared, so she prefers not to go to him.

But sometimes she just really needs to be held by him.

He’ll offer her Shiber, and she’ll take him and snuggle him.

Works on making her feel better, then afterwards goes and deals with who ever made her cry.

Mingi:

He’s always worried when she cries.

Gets nervous and kind of doesn't know what to do.

So he’ll pull out her snacks that she has hidden.

Then he’ll just hold her, petting her hair.

Tells her stories of his childhood, because she likes to hear about it.

Sometimes he’ll kiss her tears away, making her giggle.

She’ll ask him to go to the arcade with her, to take her mind off whatever upset her.

Wooyoung:

If the others are around, he’ll pick her up and deposit her in the nearest lap.

If it’s just him, he’ll put their banter aside and hold her.

She tends to face him when she’s in his lap, burying her face in his shoulder.

He’ll whisper comforting words, rocking her softly.

Yoori giggles at the act of him being nice, and he’ll complain about the whole thing and try to push her off.

She’ll latch on even harder with a shrill giggle.

He’ll pretend to be annoyed, but he’ll actually laugh, enjoying the fact that she’s happy again.

Jongho:

He, like San, will get angry at whoever made her cry.

But he’ll try to control himself because he knows that she hates it when he gets worked up for her.

Even though she’s older, he feels the need to protect her.

He’s not one for cuddles, but he’ll hug her, knowing that it’ll make her calm.

Offers to watch some Studio Ghibli movie.

Grabs Sakura and hands it to her, smiling when she smiles and thanks him.

Slowly gets her to talk about what happened.

Yoori’s Masterlist

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kvngjoong · 5 years

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yunho + nsfw a-z

can i preface this by saying i am soft for yunho only and i have never imagined him doing anything nsfw so sorry if this turns into soft hours for yunho. i love him with all my heart and have tried to make this as nsfw as i can. alas, it was hard :(

A: Aftercare

yunho, best boy of the millenium, does everything to make you happy and keep you comfortable. he will ask you if you need anything, forget about anything he wants and needs, and will just do whatever you say you want him to do. whether it’s sitting beside him for a while, or if you want to eat something (and he’ll have you sat on the kitchen side as he makes something you want), or if you just want to lay there because he really took it out of you, he’s on it. yunho accidentally became the aftercare king of the millenium too

B: Body part

this was the last part i did because i can’t pick out just one thing he would like about you…. he really does like everything. but if he really had to pick, it would be your lips. he likes how you kiss him, he likes how soft your lips are. he likes looking at your lips. as for him, he probably doesn’t think one part of him is all that good but since everyone hypes him for it, he likes his hands - especially the way that look wrapped around you (let’s not think about his hands around your neck hm?)

C: Cum

he doesn’t cum that much, to be honest, which is a good thing because then things don’t get messy and he likes it that way. since he doesn’t make too much mess he will prefer marking you with his cum. maybe on your face or your chest, or even your stomach, depending on what the position was or what he was doing beforehand

D: Dirty Secret

he will often act like he doesn’t get affected by pictures you send him, and he’ll often message you back that you look so beautiful or something that is typically yunho, but he does keep all the pictures you send and he does look back to them when he is feeling a certain kind of way - especially when he misses you. he has a secret folder full of your pictures you’ve sent to him. his favourites are when you’re wearing nothing but his big shirts and a thong

E: Experience

not all that much, enough to know what he’s doing and enough to be curious about it. something says he will feel a bit dirty looking stuff up so just asks questions. will definitely like someone who is experienced, or at least knows a lot of stuff, so that he can learn too

F: Favourite Position

his vanilla ass probably likes something basic, like missionary, but he’s into whatever. like i said, he’s curious about everything and wants to try everything so if he notices there is a specific position that you like, he will stick to it. likewise, if you say you want him in a certain position then he will assume that position for the rest of the time, or until you tell him to do something else. if you’re into trying everything too, he’ll probably end up liking something a bit more elaborate that involves different manoeuvres that he wouldn’t care to explain

G: Goofy

whilst he is very intimate, he can take a joke and isn’t all that serious when you’re doing anything sexual together. he knows that it isn’t all a joke or anything, but if you make a joke he’s not gonna glare at you or get angry. he likes that its not too serious between the two of you. it’s all smiles when you’re with yunho, and it wouldn’t be right if you didn’t crack at least one inside joke

H: Hair

probably doesn’t groom that much, and doesn’t expect you to either, he probably didn’t have that much of an idea what he was supposed to do. if someone told him he should shave, he will, but otherwise he will just kinda shrug it off

I: Intimacy

he is the KING of intimacy and no one can top him when it comes to intimacy. everything he does is intimate. even if he’s got a whip in one hand and a vibrator in the other, he will look to you with nothing but admiration and wonder for how much you’re enjoying it. for him it is the most trust and love someone can put into another person, and for you to let him see you in this position he has massive heart eyes. or this is all wrong and he’s a freak. he’s still an intimate one though

J: Jack Off

doesn’t really do it… not more than anyone else at least. he will jack off when he misses you and he’s in that kinda mood, but it’s not like every night or anything. he can go at least a few days and it’s not the end of the world if he doesn’t do anything. he’s a big bundle of love, not sexual advances

K: Kink

we always imagine the concept of the ultimate switch, but yunho is the ultimate switch. it will all depend on you. he can go either way. you’re into shibari? he’s got the rope delivered that evening. you want him to be the one tied up? well, he’s not sure how it will work, but he will make it work for you. he is naturally more vanilla, but he’s definitely curious about sex and will work with what you’re offering. a switch would be good for him so that he could experience some more of both sides, but if you’re either side then he can definitely work with you!

L: Location

prefers it in a space where he has some room to work, so doesn’t like anywhere cramped (and isn’t the biggest fan of shower sex if it’s a small cubicle type thing). he may be a bit traditional and prefers the bed, since it gives him a whole space of his own and he knows his boundaries etc. plus the bedroom door has a lock. he can stop people from getting into his room, not into the kitchen

M: Motivation

without sounding basic, it really is you. something like, his mind drifting off to something you did or said which sends a shiver down his spine and he’s texting you to find out what you’re doing later. he’s a big fan of when you initiate something, especially when you tease him a little, since he can spend the day in anticipation

N: NO

nothing really stands out as an obvious no for yunho… maybe the extreme stuff, because he doesn’t like the thought of hurting you. like if you want him to spank you, he’s fine, he’ll try it, but if you start to actually hurt he will see that as a big no no. also age play. he seems like he wouldn’t be into that much, at all. as before, he’s curious and likes to try things no matter how weird they seem, but he probably has some limits he’ll find along the way

O: Oral

he’s a pleaser, so he likes to give a lot but wants you to tell him what you want exactly. he likes it when you pull his hair as he eats you out and moan his name a little, so he will always go back for more if you’re treating him like that. in terms of receiving, he’ll never outright ask, but he will always be thankful for it (and he’s on the gentler side when you give him head, so he’ll have his hands it your hair but never pull - unless you do that for him)

P: Pace

on the slower side, because he would be worried to hurt you. if you want him to go faster he will, but he will have a natural setting on somewhere between ‘normal’ and slow. he’s heard you say too many times that he’s too big and has a bit of a guilty conscience if he goes too quickly. given he’s a touch vanilla, he’s not gonna wanna be making you hurt anywhere the next day

Q: Quickie

if you ask him for one, he’s happy to comply, but he will pout a little and ask if you can do something for real later because it won’t be as good as it could be. for yunho, his main goal is to show how much he loves you. there’s nothing overly bdsm in him and he really doesn’t want to rush anything, plus his libido isn’t over the top so he can wait, so he wouldn’t be the one asking

R: Risk

it wouldn’t be a turn on for him or anything. he’s be worried more than anything, he doesn’t want someone to walk in and see you in a compromising position more than anything. he doesn’t particularly care if they see him, but you?? he’d feel so bad. he probably wouldn’t mind doing anything when other people are home, but he’d lock the door and make sure they were doing something that kept them distracted

S: Stamina

It’s a bit obvious that people who have to perform have good stamina, so of course he can go for a while, but that doesn’t mean he wants to. Overstimulation isn’t a big thing for him and he would rather do one round of things being amazing and everything you wanted, compared to different rounds of you cumming in ten minutes. That being said, if you’re an hour in and only just cumming, but you want to continue, he’s game

T: Toy

again, he’s more on the vanilla side. if you want to use them on him, go ahead. if you want to have them used on you, you will have to show him what he does with them or the poor boy will be lost. he will look at you with wide eyes like ‘what is that for’ and listen as you show him. wouldn’t ever suggest using them, would wait for you to bring them up. but he wouldn’t mind using them if you liked them!

U: Unfair

he isn’t the tease - that’s all on you. when he wants to show you some attention he won’t tease you at all, he’ll just take it slow and that’s natural to him. so maybe you’ll ask him to go faster or do something else but he will listen to you and do it straight away. likes to be teased though. thats where his submissive tendencies come from

V: Volume

definitely quiet, sometimes so quiet you’re left wondering whether he fell asleep twenty minutes ago. but no, he didn’t, he’s just naturally a quiet one unless he knows that no one else is going to be around and he will unleash what he has inside him - aka, he will give you a groan or two. don’t be sad, it’s not you, it’s just how he is

W: Wild Card

surprisingly, yunho enjoys phone sex. you didn’t expect him to, but when you suggested it to him he was all for it. he knew exactly what to say and how to push your buttons and it was enough to have you cumming multiple times before he even seemed phased. what’s more surprising is that he starts asking you for phone sex (as in, when he’s not at home, he would rather be with you in person) and will literally practice what he’s going to say to you before it all goes down. it gets him super excited

X: X-Ray

he’s a big man. you’ve seen him. i’ve seen him. we’ve all seen him. there is no way that he is, in any way, tiny. he’s not gonna be anything for the record books but, maybe your own personal record book. expect to be surprised the first time you see him. definitely thicker than average and definitely longer. big. i’m leaving it at that

Y: Yearning

he loves you and everything about you, and for him this is a deep act of intimacy and he will always want to show you how much he loves you… but he knows when it’s right and when it’s wrong, and he won’t be too much to hande. he can control himself, and he can definitely wait a few days if he has to. no pushing you up against walls (again) because he remembers you saying you wanted something a bit rougher and he misses you

Z: ZZZ

likes cuddling after sex, so he will probably fall asleep with his head on your shoulder, smile on his lips, hair a bit messy, and arms around you. he doesn’t have to sleep afterwards, and he wont ever fall asleep straight away, it will be more like a lets chat for twenty minutes then imma peace out kinda thing. unless you want to get up and do something. then he’ll do that

#yunho smut #yunho reactions #yunho scenarios #yunho imagines #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez #a-z

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catboymingi · 4 years

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forgiveness - in this life and the next chap. 6

navi/masterlist

story masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: angst, a little fluff; soulmates & reincarnation au

word count: 6.3k

warnings: language, insecurity, slight trauma (from emotional neglect)

a/n: @ the itlatn anon i hope you will like mingi more now… he is trying his best i promise he is

forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting, and forgiving doesn’t mean acceptance. but forgiving can lead to a new start

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

it was yunho that spoke, and that made it obvious to you that mingi must have followed him without him knowing. you were relieved by that, relieved that the blond hadn’t betrayed you the way you’d feared he had when you first saw the other tall frame in your field of vision, a tall frame you wished you hadn’t recognised as easily. your friend had taken a few long steps towards his friend, staring him down angrily while he was telling you that he hadn’t told mingi anything about this, and for once it seemed like the brunette didn’t fuck up with his words, because he reassured that this was on him only, that he’d figured out yunho was going to meet you even when he hadn’t said anything about it and even when he’d told him time and time again to not fuck this up for him.

“mingi, i told you to stay the hell away. you can’t just turn up here. you can’t just fucking stalk me just so you’ll… so you’ll what? what even was your plan?”

he didn’t know what to say, completely taken aback by his friend’s angry outburst. yes, he’d fucked up again, but this was almost worse than when he’d yelled at him about having broken your heart. he hadn’t even yelled like this when you’d run away from them, feeling too empty to be angry like that. now, he was almost scary.

“you don’t even know, do you? you just do things without thinking, i can’t stand it. i want you to leave. i want you to move out.”

this was definitely new. no matter how much they’d argued, yunho had never told him to move out. he’d never even hinted at it. so mingi was just staring at him dumbfounded as you watched their interaction, and when yunho told his friend to move out you gently grabbed the taller boy’s arm, trying to get his attention.

“don’t, yunho, it’s fine. you’re friends, don’t ruin that, please.”

and only because it was you who was the one actually affected by mingi’s behaviour did he give in, glaring at the other man before moving closer to you protectively, making it easy for mingi to tell that he was going to lose his best friend to the girl he’d already lost if he didn’t fix things, and fast.

“thank you, y/n. and i’m sorry.”

it looked like he might mean it, but you weren’t about to get your hopes up again when it came to him. you weren’t about to get your heart broken again.

“you’re not sorry for me”, you replied, trying hard to keep your voice neutral, to keep it from shaking. you knew he cared about her only, not about your feelings, and while you wanted to pretend it didn’t it still hurt you.

“i am, though. i get you won’t believe me, but i am. i’m sorry for what i said and i’m especially sorry for how i acted.”

yunho was protective, making himself as tall as possible as he stared mingi down, because he felt you tense up at his words, trying so hard to not believe him because you knew it was just lies anyway.

“do you want him to leave?”, because he knew you wouldn’t tell mingi to fuck off yourself, but he had no hesitation to do so. and you nodded, avoiding to look at the brunette whose heart was breaking even though he should’ve expected this, because you had made it clear that you didn’t want to hear from him, not now and maybe never. but, to his surprise, you spoke up again before yunho could kick his ass to the other end of the continent.

“can you give me his number? so i can call him somewhen and hide mine.”

the blond nodded before sending a glare his friend’s way that made it obvious that he was no longer wanted here, and when mingi actually left you sighed in relief, letting out the breath you’d subconsciously been holding as you feared they’d start fighting.

needless to say, the rest of your meet-up with your friend wasn’t very relaxed after that.

mingi spent the entire rest of the day at his flat, the flat that no longer felt like theirs because he’d now accepted that she was gone, logically and emotionally, though that didn’t make it hurt less. he sent a message to yunho apologising for having fucked up again, though at least he hadn’t fucked up so bad that you’d leave their lives entirely now, and told him that if he did want him to move out he shouldn’t let their friendship stop him, because he deserved it, objectively. then he waited, nervously, anxiously, both hoping and fearing you would call him.

when his phone lit up with a secret number calling him he near dropped it when he tried to pick up, and you were almost about to hang up when you heard his voice, seeming out of breath even though he was very much just sitting on his couch, forcing out a “y/n?”

“yeah, it’s me.”

then it was silent for a little, because you didn’t know what to say, and neither did he.

“are you going to say something?”, you asked after about a minute of the two of you just breathing and thinking, a sharpness in your voice that hurt but was deserved.

“do you want me to say something? i want to apologise, but not if you don’t want to hear it. i’ve fucked up enough with saying things i shouldn’t have.”

he seemed genuine to you - he was -, and you gave him a chance to say what he had to say.

“just do it”, though your voice was still cold, because you were hurt and because he’d proven, just today, that he was unable to respect your space, so you weren’t going to get your hopes up now about whatever apology he was going to half-assedly (as you were convinced it would be) force out.

“i’m sorry. for everything, for the things i said and the way i acted, i’m sorry i even thought those things. i was hurting, sure, but that didn’t give me the right to hurt you. and i don’t expect you to forgive me, i just want you to know that i really am sorry, and i’m sorry for showing up today, too, but again, yunho didn’t know. i basically stalked him because he always has his location on and he’s not good at lying. but he didn’t say anything, so if you want to be angry at someone, don’t be angry at yunho. that’s what i really ask of you, to not blame yunho for my fuck-ups. please.”

he hated that he was almost crying now, but he deserved the pain he was feeling right now. guilt hurt, guilt sucked, guilt felt horrible, but that was how it worked. that was how it was supposed to be, because if guilt felt nice people wouldn’t want to change their behaviour. and he really needed to change his behaviour, even now, because he knew that it hadn’t been right to go after yunho, it hadn’t been right to stalk you like that, none of what he’d done had been right.

“i’m not angry at yunho. i don’t even know if i’m angry at you. i’m just hurt, you know?”

he knew. he couldn’t even blame you - his behaviour had been unacceptable, he had even hurt himself with it, so he couldn’t imagine how much worse it must have been for you.

“i know, and i’m sorry. i really am. and i’m so thankful that you still called me. god knows i don’t deserve it.”

mingi was really close to crying now, and while he tried to keep his voice steady you could hear him sniffle, something that, despite it all, made your heart hurt even more than it already did.

“do you have anything else to say?”

you couldn’t help sounding so cold, you were just trying to not let your weakness, your hurt show, because you were scared it was only going to get worse if you did.

“just- i’m sorry. there’s not much more to say. i can’t even say i didn’t mean it, because i did, in the moment, but i don’t think like that now. i was… i don’t know what to call it, i was kind of unable to really think about what i’m thinking because i was just happy and mourning and i was glad it was you of all people but i shouldn’t have said any of the things i did. it’s probably unforgivable, but if you could forgive me, or even just allow me to see you again or talk to you again so you can see that i’m not that fucking stupid anymore… i’d- i’d be so endlessly grateful.”

it was him who was crying this time, and you who was overwhelmed. you couldn’t stand the way he was sobbing into the line, so you hung up, a stupid and hasty decision, but you hung up, leaving him to fear he’d fucked up even worse now than he already had.

you weren’t able to listen to him cry because of you when you hadn’t even been able to figure out how you felt about him. and, most of all, you didn’t want him to hear you cry, because you’d been close ever since you called him, and when he’d started crying your tears had started to run down your cheeks, too, and you knew it would only be a matter of seconds before you’d be sobbing into the line. you didn’t exactly want to do that, so, instead of saying anything, you’d just hung up, and your hands were shaking too hard now to even text him. not that you would - you wanted your number to be secret, still, not sure if you were ready for him to reach you yet.

you kept crying, long, took a shower to calm down and were about to call him again when you started crying again, unable to stop because you were still so incredibly hurt, and you weren’t sure if his apology had made it better or worse. he seemed to know that he’d fucked up, he seemed like he was trying to change his behaviour and the thoughts he shouldn’t have, but that hurt, too, in a way, because now you couldn’t even be as angry at him anymore; if he knew what he’d done was wrong, if he regretted it, you couldn’t find it in you to hate him the way you pretended you had these past weeks. you couldn’t find it in you to cope through anger, and the only other way to cope was through sadness. you didn’t know if you liked this any better.

anger was easier, it was easy to direct your emotions outside and not have to deal with the pain his behaviour had caused, to not have to deal with the heartbreak and the feeling of just not being good enough. but he didn’t deserve the anger anymore, you thought, he didn’t deserve to feel as bad as he seemed to be feeling. surprising even to you, you didn’t want him to suffer from the guilt, even though he had all reason to.

so, when you’d finally stopped crying, heartbeat steadier and breathing even, one in the night, you called again.

of course mingi was still awake when you called, having texted yunho, who hadn’t really been able to reach you, either. you’d shot him a message saying not to worry and that you just needed a little time right now, and he could understand, really, telling you to text him when anything was up and threatening mingi with ending their friendship immediately if he dared to hurt you again even just once.

though, in all fairness, the brunette hadn’t even expected to have the chance to hurt you again. he hadn’t expected to ever hear from you again after you’d hung up on him like that, although he was hoping you’d call again, of course. and you did.

he near dropped his phone for the second time that night when his phone screen lit up again, a secret number calling once more, but this time he managed to pick up sooner, although his voice gave away that he’d been crying about as much as you had, hoarse and somewhat weak.

“y/n?”

“mhm.”

and though you hadn’t actually said anything he recognised your voice, immediately, and he was so relieved that you’d called him again, so incredibly relieved.

“you called again.”

“mhm.”

“i thought you hated me.”

“h-m”, because you couldn’t get yourself to say no, but a rise-fall-intonation hum would do the deal, being a no except you didn’t have to say the word “no”.

“i’m sorry.”

“mh.”

your one-word-replies left him uncertain, self-conscious, scared he was fucking up the more he said.

“can you please say something?”

but if he’d known what you’d say and the near heart attack it would cause him maybe he would’ve asked after a little more of your single-syllable conversation.

“i missed you.”

you had no idea why you said that, and mingi almost choked on the breath he was taking in anticipation, coughing into the line.

“you… what?”

he didn’t mean for you to repeat it, that wasn’t his intention, he was just not sure if he’d even heard you right, but your reply sounded slightly angry, as if he’d tried to get you to reveal your emotions again so he could hurt you all over again.

“i’m not going to repeat that.”

“no, of course, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean… i just didn’t expect that. i missed you too. i still miss you.”

your confession had made his thoughts go crazy, so he wasn’t thinking too much about what he said, the same mistake that had driven you away the first time, and when you replied he was scared he was doing it again.

“don’t say that, mingi.”

“i’m sorry, i just, i should think more. i just didn’t expect it. i don’t want to hurt you again.”

you could tell he was overwhelmed, and you pretended it was that and not the fact that you still missed him, too, that made you tell him that it was okay. that you were fine. that you hoped he was, too. you pretended you didn’t still care about him.

“thank you, i… i’m getting there, at least. slowly.”

you nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and he took a deep breath, unsure of what to do. he was tired, but he didn’t want the call to end, he was scared that if it did he’d never get to hear from you again. he was scared of losing you when his heart had given him the stupid idea now that he might get you back if he just acted right, if he showed you that he meant it.

as if you could read his thoughts you quietly told him that you were tired, and he subconsciously held his breath, fearing that this was it, that this was your goodbye, but you surprised him again.

“can we fall asleep like this? on the phone, i mean.”

he hadn’t expected this at all, and it took him a moment to even realise what you’d said, what these words meant, and another moment before he could react at all, but in those two moments you’d already come to regret suggesting it because you were scared he thought it was stupid.

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t-”

“of course we can-”

talking at the same time, and mingi immediately continued before you had the chance to think he wouldn’t want to.

“i’d like that, falling asleep like this. you need sleep. but can i ask something?”

“what?”

“can you please wake me up before you hang up? if i’m not awake yet. i want the chance to say goodbye.”

he wasn’t at all expecting you’d ever talk to him again afterwards, so this was important to him, having the chance to say his goodbyes this time, maybe get some closure. he didn’t want you to just be gone again.

“i’ll wake you up. now i want to sleep.”

this time it was him nodding and you not seeing it, but you didn’t have to, you just continued speaking.

“i’m already in bed, so i’ll just try to fall asleep now. if you still need to get ready, do that, no need to turn the mic off or anything. just… don’t hurt me again.”

how he could on a phone call you didn’t know, but you were scared. you were vulnerable and you were giving him more than he could ever have asked for with this call, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up.

“i won’t. goodnight, y/n. sweet dreams.”

laying back down, both of you, and pulling the blanket up to your chins.

“goodnight, mingi.”

and you fell asleep to his even breathing on the line, while he took another thirty minutes to get over his fear of you being gone the next morning, because he needed sleep, too.

despite being so anxious this was the best sleep he’d had in ages.

the next morning you accidentally ended the call when your alarm rang, swiping on your screen half-asleep and panicking slightly as soon as you noticed, calling mingi again right away because you didn’t want him to think you’d not keep your word.

“y/n?”

his voice was hard to interpret, left you unsure if he was upset, so you went to explain.

“my alarm rang and i accidentally ended the call. i’m sorry if i woke you up, but i didn’t want you to think i’d just hung up.”

he was surprised by your thoughtfulness, but he appreciated it.

“thank you. and good morning.”

“good morning.”

then it was silent, because he didn’t know if you still wanted to talk to him and you didn’t know what to say at all, what to make of this situation you hadn’t at all expected to ever find yourself in, but here you were, with mingi on the phone, each staring into thin air silently as you wondered what to do.

“i think i need to hang up” was how you disrupted the awkward silence, mostly wanting to hang up because you didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts while he was still on the line. you didn’t want to risk starting to cry again when he could hear you. you didn’t want him to see - or rather, hear - you be weak.

“oh, oh okay. goodbye.”

he hoped for nothing more than for this goodbye to be a “see you”, but he was certain it wasn’t. you were tired of him, of course you were.

“i’ll text yunho. goodbye.”

and you hung up, sighing loudly and deciding to text yunho right now so you’d at least have this over with.

[y/n]: i know it’s a lot to ask, but can you play messenger pigeon for me with mingi? i don’t want him to have my number, but if i want to call him i want to know he’s free, so could you text him in my place and ask if he is?

the reply came soon after, leaving you only a couple minutes of anxiety.

[yunho]: of course. just try not to get hurt, okay?

you smiled at this, knowing that even if you did get hurt he’d be there to support you, as he’d been the entire last one and a half weeks.

[y/n]: i’ll do my best. can you let mingi know? that i might call again, i mean

the blond could and would, asking you how you felt after and making sure his idiot of a friend’s stupid behaviour hadn’t upset you too much. he cared, you could tell, and you were grateful for it, grateful to have an actual friend that really did care about you and wanted you to be okay.

and you cared, too, asking him how he was doing and if he was okay and telling him that you hoped you hadn’t ruined something you could tell had been a very close friendship before you came in, telling him that he shouldn’t be angry at his friend on your behalf, that you didn’t want to affect their friendship, and making sure he didn’t feel so protective of you that it affected himself negatively.

[yunho]: dont worry, its my own decisions and tbh he really would deserve an ass kicking

[y/n]: i mean, he would

[y/n]: but kicking his ass is my job

then, because you missed the shelter and because you missed dancing, you sent another message, entirely off topic.

[y/n]: do you think that if i start volunteering again mingi would come after me and try to see me or has he finally got it

he left you on read for a moment and you knew he was thinking. but then his reply came, relieving you a little.

[yunho]: i think he got it. looked like a beat puppy when i came home yesterday, waiting in front of my door to apologise

[yunho]: and id guess he apologised to you again too

[y/n]: yeah he did

[y/n]: i hope youre right, i missed the animals

and because you really did you wasted not a single minute more, calling the shelter where you’d said you’d had a health emergency that kept you from being able to work when you warned them about not coming for a while, and they seemed more than happy to have you back. you could come today already, they said, if you wanted to and if your health allowed it. something you most definitely would - you wanted nothing more than to play with the dogs again. so you got ready to leave right away, telling yunho you might not reply a lot because you had a few puppies to love.

when yunho had let him know that, if he was lucky and didn’t fuck this up, you might call him again, using the blond as a messenger pigeon to make sure the time fit, mingi near couldn’t believe it. he’d given up hope, in all honesty, willing to accept that he’d fucked up too bad to get you to forgive him.

and when you called him a day later, while he was cleaning his apartment and changing it some more to be more him and less them, he was considering getting carpet floor for the entire apartment because sooner or later he would drop his phone and it might not survive it.

“hey”, you greeted him when he’d picked up, “i hope right now fits, yunho said it does.”

“of course, of course. i’m just at home right now.”

it was his home again, though he still spent a lot of time at his friend’s place, too. but he lived here now. it was his home again.

“okay. how are you?”

you were obviously trying to make smalltalk, but it was okay. it was better than not talking at all. and the situation was awkward, so he just joined in on the smalltalk.

“i’m good. how are you?”

“good, too. feeling a little weird about calling you, though.”

of course you did. he couldn’t blame you - you hadn’t been in contact for weeks, and now barely for two and a half days.

“i get it. it’s a little weird, to be honest. but what’s up?”

“not much. if i tell you what’s up, promise you won’t randomly show up again?”

the barking in the background had let him know from the start that you were at the shelter, so it wasn’t a secret to him, but of course he wouldn’t just show up. he knew the risks, he wasn’t going to take those again.

“you’re at the shelter right now, aren’t you? i can hear the dogs bark. i won’t show up though, don’t worry, unless you want me to.”

a stupid comment, wishful thinking, but he hoped you’d see it as him being respectful of your space and wishes.

“i guess you could”, and mingi would definitely need to get carpet floor, because it was last second that he caught his falling phone, trying desperately to prevent it from falling to the hard wood.

“right now? or when do you mean? do you even mean it?”

he didn’t want to pressure you, but he couldn’t help the hopeful tone that snuck into his voice. maybe you’d actually want to meet him, maybe you’d give him another chance. maybe you’d forgive him.

and he felt like a red bull advertisement, ready to fly, when you told him that he could come over if he left right away.

you couldn’t believe yourself, couldn’t believe that you actually let mingi join you, but you didn’t regret it when he came to the shelter, smiling at you awkwardly before kneeling down next to you to pet the little dog demanding attention.

“i’m glad you’re back here. i know you haven’t been in a while, i came here once to tell them i wouldn’t be here to help anymore and they told me that you’d said the same. but i know you loved this place”, he told you after a few minutes of just paying attention to the animals and not talking.

“i was scared you’d show up, honestly.”

he nodded - he hadn’t come there, but you couldn’t have known that. now you were back, though, and still as in love with the animals as you’d always been. you’d missed them, the little sweethearts brightening up your day as soon as you got there.

“i’m not going to stalk you or anything, don’t worry. though i probably kind of ruined that for myself, you believing me, i mean”, a lopsided grin because he was still embarrassed about just having shown up like that.

“you can prove it if you only show up invited”, you let him know, and he stared at you with an incredulous expression on his face. had you just implied that you might want to meet him again? he’d thought he’d fucked that up, and had kind of already accepted that any crumb of affection was something to be cherished, because it could be the last time you paid any attention to him at all.

“don’t look at me like that”, you then whined out, and it almost sounded like the way it had when you’d still been friends. maybe you could be again, if he’d understood you right.

“i just didn’t think you’d actually ever invite me again.”

“if you fuck up you know i won’t repeat that, so don’t.” a warning that was supposed to hide the fact that you were scared he would, but he saw through you.

“i’ll try my best.”

you hoped he would. you hoped he wouldn’t break your heart again, because your heart couldn’t handle another crushing, another breaking. you hoped he knew that, and you hoped he’d remove himself from your life if he couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t hurt you. you hoped for a lot of things, but most of all part of you hoped you’d be able to be friends again. especially when he gave you his sweet smile, trying to reassure you because he could tell you were anxious. you hated to admit it, but his smile still made some butterflies appear in your stomach, butterflies you tried to swallow down because the fear they caused you made you nauseous.

despite that, you gave him a chance. you texted yunho a few times after that to arrange the calls, then you gave mingi your number, telling him that he could text you but not overdo it. you were going to be friends again, maybe, if he kept up the way he was acting, if he kept treating you with respect, if he kept acting like a friend.

and because you were trying to be friends again you picked up dancing again, though you found your long hair to be annoying - you’d found that when you first started, too, but had forgotten about just how annoying it was -, so you decided it was time for a change again.

you’d buzzed your hair, he found out when you met up at the dance studio again, and mingi thought it looked great. especially with your dancing clothes you looked like you belonged in the studio, you looked cool, and he found himself cursing his stupid actions again because if he’d just fucking waited, if he’d just waited with making a move until he was ready to and until he was able to accept the fact that he’d caught feelings for you, then maybe he’d be able to call you his. but now he wasn’t, having no one to blame but himself.

still, the fact that he was able to dance with you again was more than he could ask for, the fact that he had your number and that you let him talk to you. the fact that you seemed to become friends again, slowly because you were cautious and because you still expected him to fuck up, but you were becoming friends again. you slowly allowed him back into your life, and he couldn’t have asked for more than to get to spend some time with you.

you let him join you at the shelter regularly again, too, thinking that he deserved a second chance, and you met him sometimes outside of both dance classes and shelter volunteering, going on walks and talking. you still avoided the topic of what had happened to cause the need for a complete rebuild of your relationship, though, because it hurt you and mingi knew that, and he didn’t want to hurt you any more. he’d apologised, and he couldn’t do more than that other than show you that he meant it and that he liked you for you, always had, that he’d just been stupid, fucking idiotic to not show it right away. to not even realise it right away.

the topic remained taboo until one evening, when you were hanging out with him, your parents asked you if you wanted to come over on sunday (which was in two days), and that they’d make your favourite food, except they didn’t list your actual favourite food. and even though you liked to pretend you were over it that hurt, and you asked mingi to bring you home right away because you weren’t able to hang out any more after that and he didn’t want you to go home by yourself if you were upset like this, and because he’d never even asked for your address before you knew he wasn’t doing this just to inconspicuously stalk you, so you agreed.

he hadn’t planned to do more than make sure that you were okay, but then you pulled him into your flat, telling him that you didn’t want to be alone and telling him that if he still wanted you to make him forget you could do that, because you in all honesty wanted to forget, too. you wanted to forget who you were so you could maybe fit the mold other people had set out for you, even though it had been a honest mistake from your parents, but you were near traumatised from the lack of affection this mold of the daughter they used to have had caused before you’d run away and now you were scared it was going to start all over again.

“i won’t do that. i know you don’t actually mean it, so i won’t. but i can stay anyway, if you want me to.”

you did. god, you really did. you wanted someone there, to hold you and tell you it was okay, so after both of you had kicked off your shoes you pulled him to the bed, and he was about to protest, but then you just dropped yourself in his lap, face hidden in his neck, hugging him as if your life depended on it, as you finally let out the tears you’d held in not just today, but the entire past few weeks, maybe months. there were so many feelings you hadn’t realised you still had, and he was here right now so he’d have to deal with it.

“no one’s ever going to think i’m enough or even like me”, you sobbed against him, and he stroked your back, the other one of his big large hands holding your head in an attempt to bring some comfort.

“you’re enough. i think so and other people do, too. and i like you, even though that’s not that important anymore, hm? but yunho likes you, too, he really does, and he’s been there all the time to like you, hasn’t he? he’s never acted like you weren’t enough. so if you can’t believe me, believe yunho, because he really cares. he’d love you if you let him.”

because mingi had noticed, of course he had. he’d noticed that yunho had fallen for you, maybe just a bit, maybe really deep, and just didn’t say anything because he knew his best friend cared about you and that you cared about the brunette, too. but yunho did care about you, it was obvious from the way he was willing and ready to beat mingi up if there was as much as the smallest chance that he was hurting you, and if your happiness meant bringing you into yunho’s arms so someone could love you that hadn’t ever made you doubt that you were enough and that you were important then he’d do it, even if it hurt. even if he wanted to be the one to make you happy. even if he wanted to be the one to erase your doubts. what he wanted more than his selfish desires was for you to be okay and maybe even happy. and he knew that, just like him, his friend would do everything he could to make you feel okay.

in that moment, however, you didn’t want anyone like that, you just wanted a hug and to cry and to be told that it wasn’t your fault that everything was so bad.

“i just thought they’d actually realised i’m a whole person again but they keep slipping up on the small things, and it makes it so hard to not feel like they still don’t care. to not feel like you still don’t care, either. what if it’s just an act? what if it’s all just a fucking act to get her back and it’s not about me, you don’t care about me, not even as a friend, i don’t know, i don’t know”, and now you were pushing yourself off with your hands against his chest, and he let go immediately but hesitantly, scared of what you’d do or say.

“i can promise you that that’s not it. do you want me to leave?”

your sobbing stopped for a moment in surprise, not at his first words but at him asking if he should leave, because he wouldn’t be asking that if he really didn’t care, because it would be so easy to take advantage of you right now, but he didn’t, instead he asked you what you wanted even when he obviously didn’t want the same. and that made you think. did you want him to leave?

“no.”

he nodded, somewhat relieved, mainly because he didn’t feel like he should leave you alone like this.

“do you want another hug? what do you need, y/n?”

instead of a reply you climbed back into his arms, hiding your face again, and he held you tightly, rocking you back and forth and whispering sweet nothings, telling you that you were enough, that you were a beautiful individual, that you were unique, that people loved you, all the things you so longed to hear and that he genuinely did mean, and then, because you seemed to slowly have calmed down and because it was getting late, he told you that you should sleep, and you asked him to stay the night and just hold you, and he said “okay” and pressed a small kiss to the top of your head.

he hadn’t thought about it. he hadn’t planned it. he hadn’t even noticed the spot he chose to softly press his lips against as he hugged you, trying to comfort you and make up for all the hurt he’d caused. it was an apologetic kiss, a thankful kiss, a comforting kiss. it was a spontaneous kiss.

but then the birthmark he’d adored that he was able to see through your buzzed hair started to fade, expand a little before it shrunk into itself, turning a little more vibrant in colour right after he’d kissed it, and he realised that it hadn’t been a birthmark. it was your soulmate mark, he just hadn’t realised it because he hadn’t been able to see it before. but now it was disappearing, right after he had pressed his lips to that spot, and he knew what it meant. he knew he was in some deep shit now. but this time, he wasn’t stupid like he’d been the last time that the soulmate business had left him unable to think straight. this time he controlled himself, until you’d turned off the light and were fast asleep next to him and he could be sure you wouldn’t notice his panicked state. he texted the only person he knew would be able to think clearly and give decent advice: yunho.

[mingi]: i kissed y/ns head and her birthmark disappeared what the fuck do i do

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ATEEZ Reaction: S/O injured at practice

I don’t really do reaction requests because of the amount of work I have, but this is a quick one for @hauntedbubblewriter since they injured themselves :( hope you feel better!

(I do take time stamps requets tho hehe)

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Hongjoong

When you texted him that you were currently in the hospital getting your knee checked out after practising the whole day he wouldn’t panic too much. He’d keep his leaderism? under control and quietly dismiss himself for the day to take himself to your location.

At first, he’d scold you a little because both of you know how annoying he got always warning you to be careful, especially at practice. Yet as he saw you were in some pain, he’d let it slide and he’d soften the strict act up. He’d sit beside you, stroking your hand gently as he waited patiently for your visit to be over. He'd also silently coo at you, teasing you about being scared of needles and hospitals. He’d go back to normal pretty fast and talk to you as if it was a normal day and you weren't injured.

At home he’d act normally for the most part, helping you if you asked him for it or if he saw you struggling.

Seonghwa

Tbh because of how dramatic (more like stubborn because he always warned you) he could get sometimes, you wouldn’t even call him after you injured yourself because this guy is Hongjoong times 10, you didn’t want to hear him whine annoyingly. Yet when you called he knew better than to tease you because his heart stopped when he heard your voice in pain. He wouldn’t be as good as Hongjoong to hide his concern.

He would ask to leave earlier, trusting Hongjoong to fix anything they needed. He’d lowkey rush home to where you were in bed. He’d give you a scolding look but no scolding words would leave his mouth, only a sigh. He’d use cheesy lines to cheer you up saying “when you’re in pain, I’m in pain”.

Would melt down even more after a while of observing you, to a point where he’d be close to babying you. He’d make you food or drinks, make sure you’re comfortable and give you company as you watched youtube or something.

Yunho (I know)

The “calm outside, FREAK OuT inside”

When a staff told him that you had called from your training centre saying you had hurt yourself he’d zone out, staring at the manager with big eyes like an owl. He’d be thinking of what to do, he couldn’t leave but he wanted to check up on you too. Once the manager let him leave, he’d rush off like a bolt. Stops to buy candies

Would pout when he sees you, whining at how you should be more careful because when you asked him to be careful, he was, but you didn’t listen. It’d be like a big baby whining ok. Would want to hug you or something but would be afraid so he’d cuddle your hand, lol, just your hand. Would kinda forget you’re injured after making sure you weren't at any big risk.

Yeosang

Would handle it quietly. When he got to know, he’d text you during his breaks, but since you reassured him you’d be ok, he stayed at his own practice. He’d be quieter than usual, if someone questioned him, he’d reply shortly, yet I guess a little like Yunho I know he’d also freak out on the inside.

When he came home that day the first thing he’d do is to calmly just observe you and how bad you were feeling, deciding on how much concern to really show you. If you were in bad pain, he’d sigh and stroke your hand gently, cooing at you all the positive and fun things you’ll do after you recover. And if it wasn’t that bad, he’d add a sassy “I told you so” but would 11/10 cuddle right after that, telling you about the new comeback (WHICH IM FREAKING OUT OVER)

San

Would be the member to be most visibly upset (even if he thought he was slick and “strong” by acting tougher) Wouldn’t be able to concentrate well on his dance nor singing and positions. The members agreed they’ d let him leave and he would be very thankful for that.

He’d be on the phone with you during his way home and even as he came in through your door it’s like he hadn’t talked to you in years. He’d be scolding, then whining and cooing and mixing all of it together as he pouted. He’d carefully embrace you, not to hurt you, and would tell you why you needed to be so careful, because his heart clenched anytime he thought of you injured, and you could only do the same to him too. Would let you watch any movie and order take out (bc he tried cooking for you before ...and eh you were really hungry today)

Mingi

Would be so confused about what to do. You texted him but he didn’t respond right away nor tell anyone either, not really knowing how to act. He’d become unfocused and texted you back, “OMG BABE WAT” type of text. The guys wouldn't ask him to explain and let him go.

He’d go home like usual, yet he braced himself to see you covered in bruises or blood yet when he was met with you simply lying on the couch he sighed deeply. He would whine with his deep voice about scaring him and about the scary images in his head. You'd have to scold him back for overdramatizing it so much.

Would make you some tea as you watched youtube on your TV. Would sneak glances every five minutes at you to make sure you were still feeling ok.

Wooyoung

Kind of like San would not really conceal his concern but he’d also be one of the members to get most upset about it, not liking at you didn't take his words to heart. Yet he knew getting angry wasn’t the way to go because he also likes to practice hard.

Would ask to leave early as he scolded you mildly over text, but as he entered your home he’d be all soft mode, switching between scolding to babying. Would baby you more than Seonghwa (not quite as much as San tho) Would probably offer to massage whatever was hurting you, if it was massage-able.

Would warn you strictly, but also be chill and over it pretty fast, just chilling with you on the couch with your legs on his lap.

Jongho

Actually more mature than anyone would expect, maybe even on Hongjoong’s level. Would handle it pretty calmly, knowing you weren’t at life risk. I believe strongly that Jongho is the cool and calm person who melts for his partner only, so in front of his members, he’d act pretty chill, nothing unusual. Yet the messages on his phone would be filled with sad emojis as he was texting you he’d come over soon and be with you.

Would ask if you needed anything from the store, would still get snacks if you said you didn’t want anything.

When he was home he would let out a loud whine of your name as he marched in on you lying down on your bed. Would examine how bad it was before jumping on the bed right beside you (normally he’d crush you by jumping on top of you but considering the circumstances...) This is one of the times where soft Jongho would come out, and you’d love it. He’d jokingly examine you like a doctor and show you the snacks he bought.

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deadlygoddess85 · 4 years

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Eternal Soul - Serie

- Part 3 -

Chapter 3 - The Meeting

Pairing: OT8 x The Witches

Words: 1445

Genre: Fantasy.

Song suggestion: Nothing is at it seems - Hidden citizens

Characters presentation -The Vampires

Characters presentation - The Witches

/ CHAPTER 1 - THE BEACONING /

/ CHAPTER 2 - THE COVEN /

Not used with teleportation, the sisters arrived at Ateez manor, shocked and confused. Andri, who was already weakened by the fight, almost fainted. Quickly Jongho wanted to bring her to Yunho’s laboratory, but Nina stopped him, grabbing his arm tightly:

“Where are you taking her?” she asked, her voice was shaky, the idea of Andri being so weak after this fight terrified her. Andri was the most powerful of the three. San put a caring hand on her shoulder.

“Please, Yunho will take care of her, I promise.” he replied smiling. Nina looked at him, his smile was weirdly comforting. She let go of Jongho grinning back at San, even if she had just met the Ateez clan and even if they were vampires, she was trusting them and their intentions.

Jo looked around her. They were standing in a large room with a very high ceiling made of a beautiful wood. The walls were decorated with the same wood, expensive drapes and gorgeous paintings of ancient members of the family. Two luxurious couches were facing each other with coffee tables at their ends. The only source of light were sumptuous chandeliers adorning candles of all sizes. The witch felt like she had time traveled into another century. Everything looked so ancient. Even the smell was different. It was a mix of dust and mold, the same kind of smell, he was use to when she was digging in her grandma’s personal chest. All of this was weirdly comforting.

“Please, sit!” Hongjoong’s voice startled the young woman. Jo looked at her sister and they both complied, sitting on one of the couches. The vampire leader sat in front of them, on the opposite one. Seonghwa imitated him, while San sat on the arm of the furniture and Jongho stayed up next to his master.

The sisters heard footstep coming from the hallway, soon three more men made their way in the vast living room.

“Awww, boys, thank you for joining us!” Hongjoong spoke. He presented his brothers to the witches as he did before with Seonghwa, San and Jongho. “Ladies let me present you to our precious Yeosang”

Nina gasped seeing the young man. He was ethereal. His features being close to perfection, statuesque even.

“Good god!” she whispered, eyeing the man in front of her. Her whisper was loud enough for Jo to hear her. The older sister pursed her lips to prevent from laughing. She knew her sister too well, Nina, although she wasn’t promiscuous, enjoyed the presence and attention of handsome men in her life. And right now, she was obviously enjoying herself.

Yeosang shyly waved at the two sisters before sitting next to his master. Hongjoong smiled at his protégé than turned back to the others

“Here’s Wooyoung, our fragile soul.” He said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Jo turned toward the young man in question. Just like all the other men in this house, he was unbelievably handsome with blond hair and piercing green eyes. But something about him was a bit off. Jo could feel overwhelming emotions hovering around him: sorrow, melancholy, and grief. The young man smiled softly and took place next to Jongho.

Then the girls were presented to a tall smiling young man with bright red hair. He waved at the girls and sat next to Seonghwa.

“Here’s Mingi! And Yunho will join us once your sister is feeling better” Hongjoong said pointing at the tall vampire. Mingi grinned, his eyes forming perfect little crescents and suddenly two roses flew in front of the two girls. Amazed by the giant’s power, Nina got super excited:

“Oh my god! This is so awesome” and she used the same power to fly the flower back to him. The young man sat straight on the couch, a surprised expression on his face.

“Wait! You can do that too?” Mingi asked Nina. The young woman nodded cheerfully, Mingi burst out laughing happy to have found someone with the same abilities as his.

Hongjoong cleared his throat in a sign of annoyance and Mingi’s smile disappeared. Obviously, these men knew who the leader was and they were clearly respecting him. Hongjoong’s eyes went back to Jo’s. The witch shivered, there was something about him.

“So, Moonlight sisters. I fought the Red Moon War with your great-Grandmother and her coven.” The master started, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees: “I didn’t know some of you were still alive” he said tilting his head.

“Yeah! If I recall the story; once the war was over, you and your clan betrayed the Moonlight sisters and killed every witch in the coven, or so you thought.” Jo said sternly.

Silence fell in the manor as Hongjoong and Jo considered each other with an unspoken tension. Nina put a loving hand on her sister’s shoulder, in a way to try to cool things off. The vampire master smiled, leaning back on the couch:

“It is true. I was a different…man at the time. I’m terribly sorry for all the harm my clan could have done to your coven in the past.” He said softly, his right hand on his heart.

Jo was about to reply when Nina cut her straight:

“We accept your apologies. We are sorry for the mistrust. What happened in the past stays in the past” the young woman said looking at her older sister, pressing her to stay silent and accept the master’s apologies.

“Thank you.” Hongjoong replied smiling.

Nina crossed her legs, leaning on the arm of the couch for support:

“You said, in the alley, you want to talk about some serious issues?” the young witch asked, her sweet voice felt like honey to Yeosang’s ears. Strangely, the young man could feel an odd connection between Nina and him. Somehow, he felt like he knew her.

“Yes!” Hongjoong exclaimed “You see our precious Yeosang had a vision yesterday. A vision involving Nightshades and some sort of blood ritual.” He stated.

“And why should we be involved?” Jo asked bluntly.

“I’m not sure what this whole ritual is all about, but I’m convinced we’ll need all the power available to fight whatever is coming” Yeosang replied, his hazelnut eyes set on Nina the whole time.

“Wait, you want us to ally with you?” Nina asked to Hongjoong. To which the master replied by nodding softly.

“And how can we be sure you won’t betray us once the fight is over?” Jo asked crossing her arms over her chest.

Furious, Seonghwa got up: “Be respectful toward the Master” he yelled.

Jo got up as well, standing her ground: “Your Master is not mine!” she replied disdainfully, her hands clenches into two fists and pure force energy started hovering around them. Nina stood up next to her sister to stop her:

“Jo! Please, sit down!”

Seeing the witch trying to use her power on him, the vampire made one step closer to her, ready to attack:

“Seonghwa, stand down!” the master’s voice resonated in the manor, making the chandeliers and the bookshelves shake under its force. The blue-eyed vampire glanced at Hongjoong before his stare made its way back to the witch. He unwillingly made a step back, listening to his leader’s order.

“Jo, please!” Nina begged to her older sister. But the witch would not budge, angry at Hongjoong for killing her family and insulted that he asked for their help to fight in another great war.

The energy floating around her became so great, San and Jongho stood before their leader to protect him. Nina looked at Yeosang, sorry for her sister’s attitude.

Jo moved her hands, gathering the force in one huge ball and she was about to release it on the Ateez members, when a voice behind her stopped her dead:

“Johanna Isodora Knox! Sit down!”

Startled by the voice, the force dissipated as Jo looked over her shoulder. There, in the door frame was stranding Andri, her hand extended toward her sister ready to use her own power against her. Behind her, was standing another tall vampire, but this one had gorgeous yellow eyes, he awkwardly smiled and waved at everyone:

“Well…this is going to be an interesting night!” he said amused.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez story #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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atinydise · 5 years

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Hate me more

❦ Genre: Angst/Fluff.

❦ Pairing: San.

❦ Word count: 9k7.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

You were a longtime friend with Yunho. He was your neighbor since you moved to Seoul when both of you were kids. You grew up with each other. Every time you needed something he was there. When you were sad, he would run to you and made sur to comfort you, even if it meant that he will need to stay 2 days at your side. When he needed advices about girls, you tried to do your best to help him. You did it so well that now he was a perfect boyfriend material for everyone. But the best thing that happened to him was when you almost forced him to audition at KQ Entertainment. His friend Mingi was the first one to try and Yunho wanted to follow him but being an idol would be hard and stressful. Luckily, you were there. You stayed up with him till late to help him to practice for his audition. When he was accepted as a trainee, you were so happy for him. He would go through hard moments, but you would be there. It’s been almost 1 year and a half that you didn’t see each other for a whole month. He always did his best to meet or hang out with you. Sometimes, he would invite you to their dorm. When you went there for the first time, you met his teammates. They were all nice to you. Hongjoong and Seonghwa asked you so many questions to know you a bit more. Mingi was teasing you anytime he could just go annoy Yunho. Yeosang, Wooyoung and Jongho were trying to know some funny fact about their member’s childhood. The only one who was distant with you, was San. There was like an awkward atmosphere between both of you. He was barely talking to you. You couldn’t know if you did something bad.

One day, you were at their dorm to celebrate Seonghwa’s birthday. Hongjoong’s offered to order pizza for the dinner. San would be the one to go get it. You took the opportunity to talk a bit with him. “Can I come with you? You won’t take 6 pizzas by yourself?” You smiled. “If you want...” he simply replied, grabbing his coat. You followed San the whole way to the pizzeria. He was walking in front of you, hands in his pocket, ignoring you. You tried to talk to him. “So... San, how was your day?” He glanced at you for a second and stared back in front of him. “Boring,” he replied coldly. You gulped, “long day huh?” He signed and just hummed back to you. You couldn’t give up so fast, he would be a part of Yunho’s life, so you need to get along. “What is your favorite song, of your new album? I like ‘Precious’ the most!” You said, enthusiastically. He stopped and said, “If I would be here to chit chat, I’ll bring Wooyoung with me.” Okay that was rude, you thought. He started to walk back without looking if you were following him. To be honest, he hurts your feelings. You just tried to be nice, but he was clearly mad at you. You stayed quiet till you got in the pizzeria. San was nice and cool with the waitress. He was smiling so bad that it could hurt his jaw. But when he handed you the pizza boxes, his smile faded away. “Can you hold this, or I need to do it by myself?” You looked at him, mad. “Why are you so mean with me?” He rolled his eyes, “I’m not. Can you hold it or not?” You scoffed and grabbed 3 boxes and left the pizzeria not waiting for him. The thing you were not aware of was that San felt bad. He needed you to believe that he hates you. Why? Because he was falling for you. The first time he saw you, he felt his heart race a bit more than usual. Every time you were with them; he was falling in love for you a bit more. But he couldn’t ask you on a date or confess his feelings toward you. Simply because you were Yunho’s friend. Before debuting, they made a pact; they would never fight for a girl or date a sibling or a good friend. Yunho was like a brother, he doesn’t want to lose him and get the group in bad condition. When he saw you, leaving the pizzeria, he realized that he hurt you a lot. He sighed and followed you without saying anything. Since this day, you hadn’t talked to San. You were trying to avoid him every time you could. When you were alone with him in the same room, you just focused on your phone, trying to forget his presence or just by going in another room till someone come back. San noticed how you put a distance with him and felt bad a lot more. Yunho too, he asked you few times what was going on, but you just replied that nothing happened between you and his friend.

This lie worked for 2 weeks. But everything changed when you went at their rehearsal for their concert in Seoul. They were performing ‘Win’, you were cheering all of them and dancing messily with them at the additional stage. San couldn’t get his eyes off you. You looked so happy. Your smile was illuminating the entire hall. He was so hypnotized by you that he fell off the table he was supposed to perform on. All the boys rushed to him to see if he was fine and hoped that he didn’t hurt himself. “Are you okay San?” Asked Wooyoung crouching down to him. “Yes, I’m fine...” he sighed. “What happened? You should have stay on your side,” asked the leader. He couldn’t say that it was because you distracted him so much with your happiness that he couldn’t focus properly on the choreography. “San?” Called Mingi, seeing that his friend wasn’t answering. “Huh-,” he grunted and finally lied, “it’s just that...” Everyone was looking at him, even you, worried for him. “Y/N is nonstop moving in front of us. I can’t focus. She’s distracting me!” “Wha-“ “Yes! Can you go backstage because you are not helpful right now!” He shouted. “San, calm down,” ordered Yunho, angrily. “She’s always distracting us with her screams and terrible fanchants.” He pointed at you. You were so disgusted that you could feel your lunch stuck in your throat. You were so sad and mad at him. “Why do you hate me so much?” You yelled at him, frustrated and angry. “No-, he doesn’t hate y-“ said Yunho calmly. He does!” You wiped the tear sliding on your face. “He’s not talking to me. When I try, he just rejects me!” San looked at you, he felt so sorry that you felt like that. “Whenever I try to interact with him, he just...,” you sighed. “Whatever... I should go.” You get down off stage and grabbed your jacket. Yunho wanted to follow you but San did it first. When you exited the building you couldn’t see anything, the sun was right on your face and the tears increasing in your eyes, blurred your vision. You heard someone calling your name behind you, but you didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. As an escape, you wanted to go at the opposite side of the concert hall, but you instantly regretted it when you heard the car horn coming from your left. You knew that it was too late when you saw the car lights right in front of you. Right before the impact you felt the pain & heard your heart beating so fast. San’s voice resonated in your head. His scream was high, and you could feel how scared he was for you. When you turned to see his face, you got the impact and the last thing you saw was his feet, running to you.

San called the emergency right away. Yunho got the feeling that something bad happened and left the rehearsal. He wasn’t expecting to see your body on the floor. Blood was sliding at the side of your head. He froze. This was his worst nightmare. The taxi driver was warning people to slow down and covered your body with his jacket. San was shaking your body, begging you to stay awake. Yunho saw that he was crying. His cheeks were red and his whole body was shaking. San hugged you tightly, trying to keep you warm as possible. “Y/N...” whispered Yunho. Tears dripping off his chin. “Y/N!” He screamed and ran towards you. San looked at his teammate, running to you. “What happened San?!” He crouched to you, rubbing your cold cheek. “I- I don’t know... I tried to stop her, but it was too late...” he explained, wiping his tears with his sleeve. “Y/N, you will be okay huh? You are a warrior.” He smiled at you. You were looking at him. You wanted to smile at him like slays but the pain was insane. “The emergency is coming okay. You will be fine.” He held your hands. “I’m so sorry Y/N,” apologized San, “I shouldn’t have been an asshole with you.” Yunho looked at San. “I was scared to show you my feelings. I love her,” he confessed. His voice cracked. Your best friend was speechless and couldn’t say anything. When he tried, the siren resonated on the street. At this moment, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You were too exhausted; it asks you so much effort. “Y/N?” Called Yunho. “Y/N!” That was the last thing you’ve heard.

These last days were terrible for Yunho. He needed to perform at their concert and act like if everything was okay, but he was devastated. During all the VCR, he was busting in tears, worrying about you. But he knows that you were the strongest girl ever and that you will be fine. He was sleeping at the hospital next to you at night and went to his schedule the day. He tried to keep his fake smile with his fans, he couldn’t make them worry. Right now, he was focusing on every line and ‘bip’ coming from your heart monitor. And when he wasn’t, he stared at you. Praying that you would open your eyes. He almost had a heart attack when someone knocked at your door. Probably your friend. She was always making sure that you were okay. “Come in!” He stood up frustrated when he saw San. “What are you doing here?” He said angrily. San sighed; seeing Yunho mad at him was the worst thing ever. “I wanted to see her...” “Okay you did, now go away San.” Ordered your best friend. “Look Yunho... I know that it was my fault, but I really need to explain why I acted like that.” “You’ve done enough San.” “Yunho please,” begged his member. Yunho rolled his eyes and sat back on the couch, “I give you 5 minutes.” “Thank you.” San took a deep breath and stared at you. “When we met Y/N for the first time, I liked her instantly. She was happy, polite and funny.” Yunho raised a brow. “I know that I would fall for a little more every time she would come.” He wipes his eyes, “but we made this pact: none of the team member would date-“ “A sibling or a close friend,” finished Yunho, knowing San’s dilemma. “I had no choice to act like I didn’t like her. Because it would ruin our friendship.” “San, you should have told me.” Said Yunho. “I know. But I acted like a coward and now everything is my fault...” he grabbed your hand in his. He felt so bad. He wished to change your place with him on this hospital bed. “I wouldn’t be mad if you date her... you are a really good guy and I trust you.” He smiled, “thank you but I don’t think she will talk to me ever again.” “W-why I wouldn’t?” They both stared at you. “Y/N?!” Yunho rushed to your side. You smiled at him, “it’s me.” “I want to pinch you so bad! You are irresponsible! You need to be more careful! My heart can’t handle this!” He scolded you. “Sorry mommy,” you laughed weakly. “I- I should call the doctor,” said San. “Wait San. I will go. You have many things to talk about.” Winked Yunho. San blushed, not daring to look at you. “I’ll come back in few minutes okay?” He kissed your forehead. When he exited the room. An awkward tension settled, like before. But for the first time, San talked first. “So... are you okay?” You giggled, “I feel like someone who got hit by a car, but I’m fine.” “I’m so sorry...” “It’s not your fault.” “I shouldn’t treat you like I did...” “It’s okay. I’m happy that you don’t hate me that much, finally.” He pecked your hand, “It’s quite the opposite of how I feel.” “Really?” You smirked. “I think I like you.” “Like me? Only?” You asked, outraged. “Okay... I might love you a littleeeeee bit,” he confessed. “Interesting.” You smiled. “And you?” You yawned, “I’m so tired. I should go sleep.” “Wait what?! Y/N! You need to tell me! That’s unfair!” Shouted San. “I’m falling asleep...” you faked. San grunted but sat on the couch. He was impatient but he couldn’t be any happier. Yunho kind of gave his benediction and he would made sure to not ruin anything this time.

#ateez #ateez san #ateez choi san #ateez angst #ateez happy ending #ateez cute #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez x atiny #ateez writing #ateez reactions #ateez requests #ateez imagines #ateez oneshot

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