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Down and Out

Feveruary Day 1 – How did you end up like this? Fandom: ATEEZ Sickie: Yunho Caretaker: ATEEZ + manager Content: Concussion, Flu symptoms, short term memory hiccups, vomiting, ambulances / hospitals

I make no promises on how many fics y’all are gonna get out of me, but I found something in the drafts… Let’s see how far we go!

“Yunho-ya. Yunho-ya!”

“Mm?”

Yunho doesn’t open his eyes, but his head turns in the direction of his name. His limbs feel heavy, and his head, for some strange reason, is throbbing. A migraine? He tries to open his eyes, wills himself to, but the pain worsens, and he knows to stop. He can feel moisture forming behind his eyelids, tries to squint it away.

“Ssh, Yunho-ya, it’s okay. Can you speak to me?”

…Hongjoong.

There’s commotion going on behind him, someone’s shouting—then silence, for a solid moment—then Yunho hears his name again.

“I’m ‘wake,” Yunho mumbles. “My… head hurts.”

Hongjoong sighs softly. Yunho feels gentle hands press against his cheek, calloused thumbs swiping across his face gently. “There we go. Does anything else hurt? Your back?”

What else… does hurt? Yunho can feel the throbbing in his head, but as he tries to move a limb, his body just feels… sore. “I’m… achy. And… m’ head. Mm. What…?”

“You passed out,” Hongjoong answers. “And you probably hit your head. You went down hard. How did you end up like this, baby?”

“Wh…at?” That’s when Yunho finally forces his eyes open. The light makes him cringe, unshed tears releasing down his cheeks, the sides of his face, vision blurred, but relief comes in the form of Hongjoong’s hand blocking his eyes from the overhead lights. Hongjoong leans down to look into Yunho’s eyes. Yunho can see the crease of Hongjoong’s brows looking down at him. But seeing his leader there, he feels a little better. Even if he’s still a little lost on what happened, at least Hongjoong is there.

“You might have a concussion. Just keep laying down, we’re going to wait for the med staff, okay?”

“Stay?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stay.”

Yunho smiles, eyelids slowly fluttering closed. He blinks them open when he hears Hongjoong shout his name, his eyes looking a little wild and panicked. Yunho hasn’t seen him look so shocked in a while. When they make eye contact, Yunho can see relief flood Hongjoong’s face.

“You gotta stay awake, Yunho. Keep looking at me, okay?”

“O… okay.” That will be hard. His eyelids feel so heavy, and it hurts more. But for his captain, he’ll try his best. Yunho opens his mouth to speak again, but his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. The noise around him adds to the pounding in his head.

“Do you remember where we are, Yunho?”

Yunho blinks at him, and he feels Hongjoong’s thumbs brushing under his cheeks again. “We… A film set?”

Hongjoong nods. “Do you remember what song?”

“Mhmm,” Yunho grumbles. “It’s… it’s…” His tongue moves, he says a word, he’s not even sure if it’s Korean. Doesn’t think it’s Japanese either, but it definitely doesn’t sound right. “That one.”

Hongjoong nods. “That’s not it at all,” he laughs.

Hongjoong’s chuckle makes Yunho smile, and his eyes close for a moment. Trying to open them takes energy. “I don’t remember the name… But I’m… blue.”

“Yeah, you’re in blue.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Blue.”

He hears Hongjoong shout his name again. When did he close his eyes? But Hongjoong sighs again, before looking away. Two blurry forms appear above him, and by the time he blinks again, he’s strapped onto a stretcher with a nice young woman telling him he’ll be okay. She’s pretty, and her smile makes him feel like she’s telling the truth. He tries to give her a smile, but he feels a pressure focused on his cheeks and an odd smell approaches his senses. Weird… A beeping behind him slows down to something simpler, and he tries to turn to look at it—but he can’t move his head at all. So weird.

“Yunho-ya… stop trying to move.”

When he blinks open his eyes, he sees Hongjoong next to him. He feels his captain’s small hands holding onto one of his and squeezes it gently. The squeeze has Hongjoong smiling softly.

“That’s a good sign. Just keep still, Yunho-ssi.” That was the woman’s voice again. “Your head is strapped onto the gurney, and you’re buckled onto the stretcher for safety. We’re going to let the doctors at the hospital look at you.”

When Yunho’s eyes shift to Hongjoong, he sees his friend’s frown return, glancing up at something behind him. The beeping picks up, and fades into ringing in Yunho’s ears.

“Yunho… Yunho, breathe… breathe.” Hongjoong’s voice floods around the beeping. Yunho forces himself to take a deep breath, and the sound fades. It’s nicer… but this smell is odd. When he squints, he can see something’s rounded by his nose. Something in the back of his head tells him it’s an oxygen mask. His vision fades, but comes back to see Hongjoong talking to the woman. Their words don’t make any sense from what little he can hear, but he tries to glance around at his surroundings while they talk. Hongjoong’s grip is tight in his own, and every few moments he can feel him squeezing his hand. It’s comforting, in a way. The area… is bright, but he can see bits of metal here and there. He’s not even sure.

When they arrive, things make a little more sense. Yunho groans when the lights flood his view, but it dawns on him that they’re at the hospital. He has Hongjoong trying to shield his eyes from the overhead lights, but he moves back and his hand shifts away, and a man in a lab coat appears. He introduces himself, but a flashlight soon shines in Yunho’s eyes and he groans, eyes shutting. Or at least as best as he can; the man pulls his eyelids up and apologizes. “I just need to check your pupils; I really am sorry.”

Yunho whimpers in pain. But a few moments later, the pain fades. His consciousness fades along with it.

Yunho awakens to a different chemical scent and it makes him think of antiseptics. His mouth feels dry and sour, and his body just feels heavy. His nose feels stuffed. When he turns his head, he groans. The noise gets Hongjoong’s attention, where he can see the captain has moved to sit in the chair next to his bed. Hongjoong leans in.

“Don’t move too much, Yunho-ya. You’re going to bump your bruise.”

Yunho opens his mouth, experimentally—and his voice is rough, but his tongue doesn’t feel like lead anymore. “What… what happened?”

Hongjoong smiles, rather relieved at the sound of Yunho’s voice. “You fainted, and gave yourself a concussion on the way down.”

“…uh?” He fainted. Why does it sound like Hongjoong’s explained this before? But also… why does his mouth taste so raw? His lips are stiff, probably chapped. There’s an odd, metallic taste on his tongue.

“Let me get you some water. You look parched.” Hongjoong spends a moment grabbing the lidded cup for him, and pulling the straw tap open. He holds the cup’s straw to Yunho’s lips, and the taller one sips it carefully before he moves his head back.

“You got sick shortly after we got here, a few times. Honestly… you’re actually sick, too.”

Yunho sighs. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry,” Hongjoong comforts gently. His small hand reaches up to smooth back Yunho’s bangs, and the vocalist smiles as he leans back against the pillows again. “The doctor said you have the flu. Do you remember what happened earlier? When we were filming?” Then, before Yunho delves into it, Hongjoong adds: “If you don’t right now, it’s okay. You’ve been out of it for a while, it’s okay if you don’t remember right away.”

Yunho can’t decide if that helps him feel better or not. But trying to think too hard just makes his brain feel foggy. He closes his eyes for a moment, but hums softly so Hongjoong knows he’s still awake. What he remembers last comes in odd waves, odd little blurbs of their filming. He remembers dancing, and fighting his legs to stay on beat, and trying to sharpen his movements when the director instructs them to. He remembers Seonghwa giving him water; he remembers telling Seonghwa he was fine, just a little tired. But he knew, and he chose to ignore it, and now his body wavers with the consequences of his own actions. When his frown grows. Hongjoong’s hand stills, and he shrinks more against the blanket as the realization dawns over his captain.

Hongjoong’s next question has a razor-sharp edge to it, holding back his own lecture, but it comes with a warning: do not lie to him. “Yunho… did you know you were sick when you woke up this morning?”

He hesitates, but then decides to admit the truth. It would be better in the long run. It can’t get any worse than it already has, if this already landed him in the hospital. “I… suspected I was getting sick. That’s… that’s why Yeosang and I ran a little late this morning. I hit snooze a couple of times and just slept in… accidentally slept in past my latest alarm.” And by then, all they did was go go go. Hurried out the apartment, rushed to the filming location, hurried to makeup. He hadn’t actually eaten anything besides a granola snack and water, which also didn’t help. The silence that falls over the two is so thick Yunho feels like he’s suffocating. He whimpers a little, along with a small grunt as his hand moves to his throat. Hongjoong moves the cup back to his mouth, and Yunho sips carefully from the straw, slowly chewing it about in his mouth.

“Yunho-ya… You should have come talk to me,” Hongjoong says softly. “Even if we couldn’t stop filming, I could have helped.” The older man sighs, moving the straw back when Yunho sinks back from it. His hand reaches over to pat Yunho’s shoulder softly, and Yunho wants to cry at how kind he’s being. Their captain has always been so caring, it sucks feeling like he’s letting him down like this. “You don’t have to hold things in on your own, you know. If you didn’t want to come to me, you should have told Seonghwa. Mingi. Anyone. We could have given you medication so you wouldn’t have felt as bad by yourself.” Hongjoong sighs, finally leaning back. He pours himself a glass of water from the pitcher at the bedside table, into one of the paper disposable cups. They had those too?

“You’re all going to worry me into an early grave, I swear!”

“I’m sorry?” Yunho looks up at him. “Don’t—”

“Don’t be sorry,” Hongjoong cuts him off. “Just… feel better. I hope you actually remember this conversation, though.”

Yunho blinks. What?

“Oh… right.” Hongjoong smiles, bringing the straw cup back to Yunho’s mouth, encouraging him to sip a little more. “When we first got here, you asked what happened… And when I chewed you out over it, you threw up all over your lap. You woke up maybe twice more? Both times trying to figure out what happened, but then you’d get sick and complain that your head hurt. They had to switch the oxygen mask to the one under your nose because you threw up on it… They’ve put so many medications in your IV all I know is it’s working. This is the most we’ve talked since we got here.”

That… explains why he felt so thirsty. He groans, leaning back from the pillow again to cover his face. “I’m so sorry, hyung, I… this… That’s so much!” He feels embarrassed, and rightfully so. It feels like he’s been part of a circus since he got here. But when he hears his captain laugh, a weight lifts from his shoulders; at least he knows Hongjoong isn’t mad at him, at least not for long. He may not have spoken up, but he’ll try and be better for the next time.

Hongjoong makes him sip a little more before his energy finally feels sapped, and he falls into an easy sleep. He wakes once when the doctor rouses him, a nurse changing the medication in his IVs, and answers a few questions before asking for where his captain was. Hongjoong is right by his side, and it’s enough to help him fall asleep again to the sound of his captain talking with the doctor. He wakes again at one point to go to the restroom, but his third rousing and it’s with his manager, Hongjoong and Jongho this time.

“Come on, you big baby,” Hongjoong teases him as they sit him upright.

The world swirls into view and Yunho feels nauseous for a moment but swallows it away. He’s shaky, and he can see Jongho frowning. “All the color drained from his face. Is it really a good idea to let him leave, hyung?”

“Leaving sounds great, honestly.” Yunho doesn’t want to stay in the hospital. Even if he didn’t realize they were actually getting him out of there.

Their manager answers him carefully. “They said he might still have side-effects for a few days, but he’s medically cleared, no lasting damage.” When his manager appears into view, the man’s hand brushes against Yunho’s face near his temple and the younger one grimaces as a sharp pain throbs from the touch. “Sorry, Yunho-ya. The doctor said you might have some sensitivity, didn’t know it was that much.”

“It… it just stings.”

“Oh, I bet! We’ll ice it on the way home.”

“Mm… kay.”

Jongho’s arms find his waist and ease him from the bed and onto shaky knees. He feels Hongjoong grip him more, and with the manager’s help, they ease him into a wheelchair. Hongjoong helps lift his feet onto the footrests. “There. Just sit tight, we’re just going back to the van.”

As a precaution, they hand him a travel sick-bag, and when they notice Yunho staring blankly at it, Jongho just wraps his fingers around it and moves his hand to his lap. It takes Yunho a moment to place it, in which he grimaces. He can hear his dongsaeng chuckle, reaching over to pat his elbow.

They wheel him towards a secure back exit, where another one of their other managers sits in the driver’s seat. It takes all three of them to comfortably ease Yunho into the van, and he finds himself laying against Hongjoong while Jongho sits in the front. Their manager climbs in next to them in the back seat just in case, securing the doors. Yunho doesn’t remember the drive home, but he does remember reaching the dorm and discovering he’s actually at Hongjoong’s apartment. He also remembers throwing up in the entryway, and crying about it.

Wooyoung wipes his face off and helps him change into his pajamas while Hongjoong prepares the bed and Jongho and their manager clean up the mess.

“Ssh, ssh,” Wooyoung coos softly. “It’s okay. You’re sick. It happens.”

“I—I just…”

Wooyoung shushes him again, helping him lay down on his side. At some point, he has an ice pack pressed on his head, right where the bruise lays—and it feels, oddly, very nice. He doesn’t realize he falls asleep again until Wooyoung shakes him to help him to his feet. He and Jongho lead him to Hongjoong’s room and tuck him in, and he curls up to Hongjoong’s side. The captain hugs him gently, and Yunho just drifts into a deep, deep slumber.

Yunho wakes up a few hours later to Hongjoong shaking his shoulder, calling his name softly. When he blinks open his eyes, the first question he gets is: “Do you remember your name?”

What an odd question. Yunho stares at him for a moment, eyes blearily trying to blink consciousness back into them as he tries to unpack the question. “Am I being pranked?” he asks—mumbles, really, deep and gravely as he rubs his eyes.

“No, just have to ask.”

“Jeong Yunho, and I’m tired, hyung.”

Hongjoong smiles a little. Yunho feels Hongjoong’s hand brush through his hair, smiling as his eyes fluttered closed. Hongjoong’s hand stills.

“Yunho-ya, don’t fall asleep yet. Wooyoung went to get you some more cold medicine. Your fever went up.”

Yunho looks at his captain for a few moments, trying to place what he’s telling him, but he decides it doesn’t matter enough. His head hurts, and he feels so groggy, he’s not sure if it’s from the illness, the injury, or the exhaustion. Wooyoung appears at bedside sometime before Yunho reopened his eyes, and he groans as the two help him sit up. They make it easy for him—the medication is in syrup form, way easier to drink down even though it tastes awful. And when he’s done and grimacing at the lingering taste, he gets a straw of apple juice, and he sips lazily at it until he nearly falls asleep with the straw.

He wakes again when he feels too hot, Wooyoung pressed against his side, blanket wrapped around him. He doesn’t mind the cuddling, but the heat makes him nauseous. He wiggles, trying to push the blanket away as carefully as possible without waking the younger member, but his movements feel sluggish and coordinated. It’s all for naught, he realizes, when he hears Wooyoung chuckle beside him.

“Too hot?” But instead of waiting on an answer, Wooyoung moves his leg away to help Yunho push the blanket down. Yunho kicks it off the rest of the way, but shudders with a chill and turns into Wooyoung’s side. Wooyoung throws his leg back over his own legs, and Yunho sighs.

“Better?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good. Go back to sleep, it’s still too early.”

Yunho closes his eyes. And he tries, but the stirring in his stomach has him wiggling a little in discomfort. The nausea hasn’t passed yet, and he’s irritated. He just wants to sleep. Wooyoung hugs him tighter, as if trying to smother him into keeping still. Usually, it’s comforting. But this time it just makes his stomach churn more.

“Woo—hold on—” Yunho tries to move back. He feels Wooyoung’s hands guide him to his side, the leg removed from his again—and he’s cold and he hates it—but soon the telltale heat of thick bile works its way up his throat, and he leans over the side of the bed, regrettably preparing to make a mess of the floor. Ah… Someone left a bucket. Yes! Yunho just leans in and lets himself be sick and mercifully avoids making any major mess, soothed by the hand rubbing circles on his back. It takes a few minutes before he finally feels done, only to have Seonghwa right in front of him with a cup of water.

“Sip,” Seonghwa encourages softly. “Rinse your mouth out, sweetheart.”

Yunho does as he says, glad Seonghwa’s still holding the glass. His hand is trembling. When he finishes rinsing his mouth, Seonghwa helps him take a few sips before Wooyoung eases him to lay back down, long nimble fingers resting on his forehead, careful not to brush against his bruise. They feel nice, and Yunho sighs softly at the sensation.

“Sorry you feel so rotten,” Wooyoung whispers. “Think you can stomach anything more to drink? You probably need more medicine.”

Yunho groans. “Don’t want any more… ‘m tired.”

“I know.” Seonghwa’s hand reaches over to rub his stomach softly. “We’ve got to keep your fever down or we have to take you back to the hospital. And I know you don’t want to go back.”

He didn’t remember most of the last trip the day prior—hell, he wasn’t even awake for most of the time he was there, according to Hongjoong—but he’s sure he doesn’t want to go back. Honestly, he doesn’t even want to leave the bed. But he lets Seonghwa help him drink another tiny cup of cough syrup, drinks almost a third of the water, and curls back into Wooyoung’s side. The younger one wraps himself around him, and the warmth settles him down easily.

“He kicked away the blanket?” Seonghwa asks softly.

“I think it got hot. I’ve got him, hyung, he’s a good cuddle buddy.”

Seonghwa laughs. Yunho can hear him give a soft kiss, presumably to Wooyoung, before feeling lips on the uninjured side of his forehead giving him one as well. He smiles at the sensation. The two talk for a moment, and Yunho soon feels an ice pack press against his bruise again. Sighing into the cool temperature, he falls asleep easily. He ends up sleeping most of the day away, waking up only to use the bathroom and that was only because Hongjoong began worrying about dehydration. They can’t get him to stay awake long enough to eat a full meal, but a few spoonfuls of broth, another set of questions and a new dose of medication, and Yunho goes back to bed, curled up this time around Mingi with Hongjoong on the edge of the bed next to him. He wakes the next day to their manager holding the ice to his bruise, and the older man smiles at him.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Ah… good morning.” The young idol smiles at him, before letting out a heavy yawn. “I slept through everything?”

“Through the night, at least. It’s good, all you need to do is rest right now.” His manager assures him that the others are just at the studio working on various schedules, and he’s not missing anything he can’t catch up later. They’re rescheduling the second day of photoshoots for when he’s cleared by his doctor, which right now is in two weeks for now, depending on how well he heals. “Breathe, Yunho… It’s okay. We’re just going to relax, and take it day by day. You’ll be okay.”

He didn’t even realize his breathing had picked up until the manager had him follow his breathing. He already felt drained, but he just woke up. The manager laughs when Yunho yawns and mumbles, “Hyung, I don’t want to be tired.”

Their thoughtful manager gets Yunho to get out of bed and they shuffle on a long, lazy walk down the apartment hallway. Yunho clings to the older man’s arm a little too hard, and they stop a few times when he begins to feel woozy, but he feels a little better once he makes it back. By the time Hongjoong returns, Yunho’s curled up in a blanket on the couch, using their manager’s leg as a pillow as he sleeps once again.

“He ate a little bit of soup,” the manager informs him, smiling. He gently rubs Yunho’s back. “We started watching a movie, he stayed up a little longer than you said yesterday.” It’s a good sign, and Hongjoong sighs in relief. Small steps forward count for progress, and he’s happy for that. Hongjoong sighs at the answer, feeling a lot better knowing that. He sits on the couch next to their manager, who pauses to check his wristwatch. “It’s almost time for his next dose, I think.”

“But he looks so peaceful,” Hongjoong murmurs. The medication’s already on the coffee table, so all they have to do is wake Yunho. Hongjoong looks at the manager with the saddest puppy-eyes he can muster, and the manager laughs; he knows Hongjoong doesn’t want to wake him, so he takes it upon himself to do it. He lifts his hand to pat Yunho’s shoulder gently, then moves his fingers up to brush hair from Yunho’s face.

“Yunho-ya… kiddo, can you wake up for me?”

Yunho grumbles, eyes scrunching as his shoulders curl in. The manager pats his back again.

“Come on… your captain wants to say hi.”

Yunho leans his head towards the sound of Hongjoong’s whispery giggle, smiling when he feels the small hands smoothing back his hair. “Good morning, Yunho-ya.”

“It’s not morning,” Yunho grumbles, as he slowly blinks open his eyes. “Welcome back. How was…” His voice trails off, but his brows furrow as he lays his head back down, as if trying to think. “Today was… practices?”

Hongjoong nods. “Right. Just practices. Today I had a vocal lesson and we did some hip-hop practice in the studio.”

Yunho smiles, his eyes closing again. “I love hip-hop practice. What song?”

“Tipsy. It’s fun, you’ll like it.” Hongjoong says with a smile. He reaches over to pat Yunho’s shoulder himself. “Come on, stay awake?”

Yunho tries to swat his hand away. He has no coordination with his movements, and his hand flapping misses Hongjoong’s by a mile. “Hyung, make him let me sleep!” he whines to the manager. Their manager just laughs, but ends up helping Yunho sit up, to the younger man’s dismay. With another whine, Yunho sits up and rubs at his eyes. “Why…”

“Medicine time,” Hongjoong answers softly. “Do you want to try and eat some more soup?”

Yunho thinks about it, but then shakes his head. “Stomach feels kind of off, actually…” He frowns a little, leaning back on the couch. Not too shocking to either of them. The manager checks his fever again before Hongjoong passes over the cup of medication. Fever holding steady, but not too high. Yunho downs the medication like a bad shot, then revels in the cool water bottle the manager hands him afterward. The manager just helps him stand up, and both of them lead him back to Hongjoong’s bed. Curling back under the blanket, Yunho falls asleep quickly.

His fever drops by the fourth day. Yunho stays awake a little longer, enough to watch a few episodes of a romance drama with Jongho, to which both complain about the protagonist for a little over some terrible decisions. Hongjoong comes back to Jongho handing Yunho a small plush, only for him to throw it back at the television screen.

“I’m going crazy if I keep watching this!” he gripes.

Hongjoong laughs. “This drama is nuts. Jjong-ie loves it.” But what Hongjoong loves is the bright smile on Yunho’s face he can see. Yunho’s looking more lively, and even with the fever-flush still living across his cheeks, his laugh when Jongho throws the stuffed animal at him is all the more worth it. Yunho ends up napping around the fourth episode in, curled up against Jongho’s side on the couch, and Jongho dutifully ices his bruise until the skin feels too cold under the touch. It’s looking better, and Yunho isn’t wincing too much upon touch. It’s small steps forward, but it’s still good.

Yunho wakes up around dinnertime, with an appetite he hasn’t had in at least a week. Mingi spoon feeds him some miso soup, and when he realizes he isn’t likely to throw it back up, he eats two salty crackers to keep them down.  He’s curled up on the youngest’s side, idly staring at the comedy show on TV when he catches Jongho running his hand through his hair in a rare form of physical affection.

“You’re looking better,” Jongho says softly as Yunho nibbles on a third cracker. “Not feeling as warm, either.”

“Good,” Yunho answers. “I miss eating… I like food.”

Mingi laughs. “When you’re feeling better, we can go to barbecue, okay?”

“And Yunho can treat us all for taking care of him for so much.”

With a small snicker at the maknae’s words, Yunho leans his head down and gives them a thumbs up. He’s ready; he’s smelled meat numerous times this week and he wants some too!

Mingi and Jongho help him take another bath after he complained about feeling gross, and they help him into Mingi’s bed this time. Yunho already feels steadier on his own, brushing his teeth without holding onto the counter for balance. Mingi’s got his medication and a water bottle ready for him when he’s ready, and he leads the sleepy vocalist into bed once he’s properly dosed up. Yunho curls up to Mingi’s side, tucking his face into his shoulder.

“Warm,” Yunho mumbles, smiling at Mingi’s chuckle as he drifts to sleep. He’s so thankful for his friends; it will probably be a few more weeks before his flu leaves, or for the symptoms to go away, but he knows his seven bandmates and best friends will see him through it.

[whats-k-popping]

Cuz you're amazing. Wooyoung in his Bouncy era and the prompt “I got your hair, it’s okay.”

Thanks for requesting Anon! 🧡🧡🧡

Pairing: Wooyoung x Hongjoong - platonic intentions, but open interpretation.

Words: 1916

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Stomach Ache

Inspiration: Bouncy Era Wooyoung. (Using content from the MV filming with creative liberty).

“Cut!” The director calls out and all eight members drop their characters, trying to regain their breath after filming the group dance scene. “That’s a wrap for this location. San-ssi and Wooyoung-ssi, you’re off to the next location to film your scenes. Everyone else, filming resumes tomorrow.” Crew members hustle around the set to collect the equipment. Meanwhile, the members all walk back to wardrobe to get back into their street clothes. 

Wooyoung and San are quickly ushered away by the managers toward the van waiting to take them to the next location. Hongjoong tags along as well. If anyone asks, he just wants to monitor their progress. But the two 99z know Hongjoong’s going to keep an eye on them. And they can’t blame him for it. Not since their last solo shoot. 

“Can we get food on the way?” Wooyoung asks whoever is listening. “I’m starving.” He emphasizes, rubbing a hand over his stomach with a defined pout. 

“Wooyoung-ah, you still have to film. You don’t wanna dance on a full stomach.” Hongjoong reminds, “You’ll make yourself sick.” 

“Just a little something? Please,” the youngest pleads, “It’s mostly acting in the next scene. I don’t really dance. And my outfit’s loose too.” 

Hongjoong reviews the plans for San and Wooyoung’s solo shoot, reading over the notes. And Wooyoung’s right. There isn’t any choreo to film. So he doesn’t see why Wooyoung couldn’t eat something before the shoot. He sighs, “I guess there’s no reason you can’t get a snack.” 

Wooyoung’s pout morphs into a wide smile. “You’re the best, hyung!” He hugs the leader, much to his displeasure. 

Wooyoung chooses tteokbokki as his snack, despite Hongjoong warning him that something spicy might not be the best idea. The youngest 99 disregards the warning, reminding the leader that he loves spicy food. And he can totally handle it. Hongjoong’s skeptical, but the satisfaction on the younger’s face as he slurps up each rice cake eases him. 

“Spicy,” Wooyoung exhales slowly as he swallows the last bite. 

“Cheon-yang gochu vibe” San sings in response. Even Hongjoong has to laugh at the remark. 

When they arrive at the set, the three members separate. Wooyoung is set to shoot first, so he rushes off to wardobe. San’s directed to make-up to start applying his fake injuries. And Hongjoong reviews the set to make sure everything’s in order. He chats with the director and other crew members while he waits for Wooyoung to join them. 

Wooyoung’s not a man of many regrets. He trusts his decisions and makes choices passionately, even if they aren’t always the best choices. He sees no point in reflecting on the past or thinking in hindsight. And he always looks for the bright side of every situation and doesn’t try to assign blame. 

But this time. This time he thinks he’s made a mistake. His stomach gurgles while he’s getting his hair done. He knows something is wrong, and he hasn’t even moved around too much. Even though he’s not dancing on the set, he’s still moving around. And the remnants of his tteokbokki snack will be sloshing around with him. He finds himself wishing he hadn’t chosen such a spicy dish for his snack. 

They’re on a tight filming schedule. So he’s going to have to push through the discomfort and get in character. A few deep breaths and he’s ready to head out to the set. Wooyoung immerses himself in the character in order to suppress his angered stomach. 

The first few takes go on without a hitch. He has to suppress a few sour burps here and there, stifle hiccups every now and then. But there's not much movement. He just needs to sit in the van and let his expressions do all the work. 

He stands close to Hongjoong as they walk toward the boxing set. He contemplates telling his leader about his upset stomach, but he fears the barrage of 'I told you so's and 'I tried to warn you's that he's sure the leader would unleash upon him. So he fidgets with the hem of his button down and listens to Hongjoong's voice as they walk. 

Hongjoong is actually praising him. Or rather, praising his character, as they walk on. "This concept really fits you, Young-ah. The long hair really compliments your visuals." The leader plays with the ponytail, "I think Atiny will really like it." 

Typically, Wooyoung would bask in his leader's praises, even if it's just complimenting his consistent visual role in the group. He would usually bat his long lashes to get more attention. Or tease Hongjoong for showing any kind of affection. But he can't even force a smile. It's taking all of his effort to swallow the growing nausea and keep it at bay. 

The rapper also notices that Wooyoung's not responding to the compliments in his typical fashion. He had suspected that something was wrong during the van filming. He'd caught the younger member grimacing between takes with a fearful look in his eyes. He figured it was just nerves. So he's trying to boost the younger's confidence. It doesn't seem to be working. "Wooyoung, are you okay"? Before he even gives the other member time to answer, he continues, "You know to tell me if somethings wrong." 

A few seconds of silence pass between them and Wooyoung fidgets more. Hongjoong has to stop him before he rips a button of the shirt pulling at the hem like that. "Hyung, I-" he's about to confess when the director calls him to the set. His whole demeanor changes. "I'll tell you later." And he scurries to find the director. Hongjoong sighs as he goes to stand by the monitors. He ensures to keep an eye on Wooyoung and pull the plug if anything seems out of sorts. 

Wooyoung doesn't have any specific role here. He's just supposed to move around the boxing ring. They'll cut the best clips for the video later. It's both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he doesn't have to move too much. But on the other, it leaves too much time for self-awareness. 

"Can't you give it more passion, Wooyoung-ssi. You're lacking energy." The director scolds. Wooyoung's movements aren't exactly aligning to the beat of the song. Wooyoung is obedient, so he starts jumping around the ring, all smiles and sexy expressions as if his stomach isn't tumbling inside of him. 

"Much better! Keep it up," The director praises. After who knows how long, the director calls a cut. "Okay, how about some shots jumping on the ropes?" The camera crew rearranges to shoot the far corner and Wooyoung gets into position. He turns his back to the camera and rubs his stomach, pleading that it holds out until after the filming. 

He does what he's asked to do. If he were feeling better, he might actually enjoy swinging and jumping around the ropes. But his stomach has had enough of it. The burps are coming more frequently, and they're getting harder to stifle. And each one brings back the spicy flavor of the tteokbokki that he's trying to forget. 

While he plays on the ropes, he feels his hair tie loosen, and with the next throw of his head, the strands fall around his face. The director quickly cuts the cameras and calls for the hair crew on set. 

Wooyoung jumps off the stand and runs off set. Hongjoong assumes at first he's rushing to the monitor to review, but the younger member sprints past the monitor area and past the crew. The leader watches as the long strands of hair bounce as he exits the stage. Before the director can yell at him for unprofessionalism, he apologizes and assures to bring the other back quickly. 

Hongjoong chases after Wooyoung, not with anger but with worry. He follows the patterned button down shirt all the way to the bathroom. "Wooyoung-ah!" He shouts to get the younger’s attention. 

Wooyoung can't turn around, too fixated on making it to the toilet in time. He hovers over the nearest sink with his lips pressed tightly together. As he stares down at the drain, he watches his long strands of hair dangle around what would inevitably be the splash zone. He tries lowering his head, but his hair just ends up sitting in the sink. And that's objectively worse. 

A long belch nearly tears his lips open, filling his mouth with foul tasting sick. But he manages to hold it back with a muffled whimper. He clenched his eyes shut and shakes his head, frustrated with the whole situation. He vows he'll never eat tteokbokki again after this fiasco. 

It's the calming voice of his leader that soothes his nerves. Long, gentle fingers scrape against his hairline, pulling the long strands of hair back. Hongjoong tightly grips the strands to keep them out of Wooyoung's face. 

"I've got your hair. It's okay." He coaxes the younger, placing his free hand over one of Wooyoung's against the edge of the sink. "You can let it out." 

It's embarrassing vomiting like this in front of their leader. But Hongjoong is the only person he feels like he needs right now. He parts his lips just enough to let the sick he had stored in his cheeks fall into the drain. Undigested chunks of tteokbokki fill the sink, too large to fit down the grate. The sight and the smell force another wave before he even has time to breathe. 

While Wooyoung catches his breath, Hongjoong guides the vocalist into a stall. He's easy to maneuver, relinquishing all control to the captain. The rapper situates him in front of the toilet and readjusts his grip on Wooyoung's ponytail. When Wooyoung doesn't immediately puke again, Hongjoong speaks, "Do you think you're done?" 

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders. He certainly hopes so, but there's still a sour feeling in his stomach. 

"Do you think you can finish the filming?" He asks. He releases Wooyoung's hair, tucking the strands behind each of Wooyoung's ears just so they're out of the way. He makes a mental note to redo Wooyoung's ponytail once they're out of the bathroom. 

Wooyoung knows he doesn't really have a choice in the matter. "Can Sannie film now? I'll finish, I just need a few minutes." 

Hongjoong nodded, "I'll talk to the director. I'll let him know you're not feeling well, and see if they can film San's scenes now while you rest." 

"Thank you hyungie." Wooyoung cuddles against the elder. Hongjoong doesn't shy away despite his distaste for skinship or the putrid odor clinging to the vocalists lips. 

Once Wooyoung's stomach feels settled, he and Hongjoong make the journey back to the greenroom. "You know, this wouldn't have happened if-" 

Wooyoung cuts the leader off, "Hyung, no!" He whines, drawing out the last syllable. "Please no 'I told you so's. I don't feel good. I can't sit through a lecture right now." 

Hongjoong chuckles at the whiny member clinging to him as they shuffle through the studio. "Alright, I'll save it for later," He pets the younger's hair as they walk, thinking to himself about how much he likes the long strands. "kind of like you should have done with the tteokbokki." 

Wooyoung's stomach gurgles at that and a small burp jolts his body, like the mere mention of the food is enough to make him sick, "Hyung~~~." 

"Okay, okay." Hongjoong soothes, "You just rest, Young-ah. Hyung will take care of everything."

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A/N: I had tried listening to Bouncy on repeat while writing this, but eventually had to stop because I kept getting distracted by the chorus choreo. I had to stop. If this song isn't my Spotify #1 song, I will be legitimately surprised. I listen to Bouncy at least 5 times a day. I also watched the music video a ton and took notes from the MV Filming to include in this request. To say I'm obsessed with Bouncy era would be an understatement. So thank you for the request!

As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 12: "You're not fine, you're throwing up."

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Yunho (stomach bug)

Caregiver(s): Jongho, with some Hongjoong

Word Count: 912

Jongho woke up to a sound he wasn't able to identify. He rolled over, hitting his phone screen. 7:30am. He sat up, frowning as his brain attempted to make sense to what he was hearing. That’s when it hit him: the distinct sound of gagging over the roar of the shower. 

Jongho was up and outside the bathroom door in seconds.

“Hyung?!” Jongho knocked. The only response was another gag. The youngest member pushed open the door, crossed the room in two steps, and ripped back the curtain. Yunho was on his knees, at the mercy of his body, throwing up in the shower. “Oh, hyung,” Jongho muttered. He reached over and turned off the water.

“Nooo.” Yunho reached a hand up towards the tap before he was cut off with a violent cough that turned into more retching. Jongho knelt on the floor outside the shower, rubbing at Yunho’s spine as he coughed up another wave of sick. 

“It’s okay,” the younger man soothed quietly. 

After a second, unproductive cough, Yunho sat back on his heels, scrubbing at his face. “Water was helping.”

“Helping with what, exactly?”

“Cleaning…” 

“That’s the last thing you should be worried about right now, hyung.” Jongho’s hand hadn’t left Yunho’s back, massaging up and down his spine. He felt the dancer’s body contract once, twice, before he was leaning over again, at the mercy of his stomach, but bringing up nothing. 

“This sucks,” Yunho whined.

“I know, I know. How long have you…?”

“I don’t know. What time is it?”

Jongho consulted his watch. “7:36.”

“Then I’ve probably been here for about fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes?!”

Yunho waved his hand. “Not… not the throwing up part. I came to take a shower fifteen minutes ago, got sick maybe… God, I don’t even know.”

“Well, at least it wasn’t fifteen minutes cause that would be a problem.” Yunho smirked at that. He closed his eyes, appreciating the feeling of Jongho’s hand on his back. The cold air hitting his wet skin, though, was less welcome, sending shivers through his body. “We should get you out of the shower.” 

“Okay.” Yunho didn’t move. Jongho squeezed his shoulder before standing up himself. He offered his hands out to the older man, carefully pulling Yunho to his feet. It was then that Jongho noticed that that dancer still had his boxers on. “Hyung, why were you wearing your underwear in the shower?” 

Yunho shrugged. “In case I passed out.”

Jongho blinked at him. “So you knew you weren’t feeling good, and you got into the shower? The most dangerous place to slip and fall?”

Yunho shrugged again. “I thought the water would feel good.”

“Did it?”

Yunho nodded. “Until I threw up, it was heavenly.”

Jongho nodded, restraining himself from sighing as he helped Yunho out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around the older man’s shoulders. “Think you can make it to your room to change, or do you want me to go grab you clothes?”

“I can make it,” Yunho replied, curling deeper into his towel. “I actually feel a lot better. Puke and rally, right?”

“Sure, hyung.” Jongho rolled his eyes as soon as Yunho moved past him and through the doorway. He would see to it that there would be no rallying for Yunho; Jongho could feel his fever plain as day while they sat in the shower. 

Still, there was work to be done. Jongho texted the group: no one use the upstairs shower for a bit. He then peeked under the sink to see what cleaning supplies were currently on hand. He didn’t find what he wanted, and resolved to simply turn the water back on and wash the shower out first, then go back with the disinfectant later. 

Hongjoong appeared a moment later. “What happened?” 

“Yunho threw up in the shower, so I want to clean it before anyone else uses it.” 

“Is he okay?” 

Jongho shrugged. “Definitely feverish. He should not be practicing today.”

Hongjoong nodded, pausing as Yunho rounded the corner from his room, dressed in his dance clothes.  

“What the…?” Hongjoong shook his head. “Yunho, what are you doing?” Jongho peeked his head into the doorway. 

Yunho shrugged. “We’re going to dance.”

“No. We’re going to dance. You’re going to bed,” Hongjoong relied. 

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up,” Jongho insisted. 

“No, I threw up. Past tense. I’m good now.”

“That’s not how it works, and you know that,” the leader explained, moving forward to place his hand against Yunho’s forehead. “You have a fever, bud. That means no practice for you.” Yunho whined, shoulders slumping forward. “I know, I get it, but you know the rules.”

“But I wanna dance,” Yunho said in reply, attempting to hit Hongjoong with his most convincing puppy eyes. 

“And you’ll be able to dance a lot better sooner if you take today to rest your body,” the leader insisted, patting Yunho’s shoulder affectionately. “Besides, no one wants to see you puke in the middle of the practice room.”

Yunho gasped. “I would never!”

“Well let’s not tempt fate, shall we? Bed.” Hongjoong pointed towards the room, and Yunho shuffled off, all the fight leaving him. Hongjoong sighed. “In your professional opinion, Jongho, should he be left alone?”

“Probably not,” the youngest chuckled. “I don’t mind staying with him.” 

“You’re the hero we need.” Hongjoong cuffed Jongho’s shoulder before walking away to notify their manager of Yunho’s upcoming absence. 

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🧸You are my Starlight

Title from Light (ATEEZ)

Summary: Wooyoung's emetophobia flares up when Jongho is sick.

CW: emeto

Sickie: Jongho Whumpee: Wooyoung Caretakers: Seonghwa + Hongjoong + Yeosang + San

“If you don’t play you lose. Kawibawibo!”, Wooyoung shouted in excitement which was swiftly turned into disappointment as he and Seonghwa both ended up losing out on first shower privileges.  San giggled in joy and danced around happily, having won the game and therefore able to shower first. They had just returned to the dorms after a long dance practice and all of them were hoping to wash off the sweat as soon as possible. As San tried to get closer to Seonghwa, who looked less than impressed, the oldest shoved him off gently.

“Sannie”, he groaned, “just go take your shower.”

“Yes, hyung”, San replied, still grinning and sticking his tongue out at him as he was out of reach. He even walked backwards to make sure his oldest hyung saw it.

Teasing Seonghwa was fun. As he made his way to the bathroom San heard him complain to Hongjoong who was less than sympathetic, having wanted to go back to the studio as well.

“I wanted to take a short shower and sleep”, the oldest muttered, but it seemed like he had resigned himself to his fate. “As if you have ever taken a short shower in your entire life”, Hongjoong teased.

Once done with his shower and feeling much refreshed, San stuck his head in the room he shared with Yunho, informing him that it was now his turn. His hyung thanked him and gathered his stuff up from the bed leaving quickly. Not quite knowing what to do with his free time, San wandered into the kitchen, where he found Wooyoung preparing dinner.

“Need any help?”, he asked. Wooyoung turned around and mustered him up and down. “Sure. You’re not Yunho”, he jabbed. San grinned and took the knife he was given.

Sometimes he wondered why anybody in ATEEZ allowed Wooyoung of all people to hold sharp objects but at least Wooyoung wasn’t a hazard in the kitchen unlike San’s roommate.

San had always been a deep sleeper, never really waking up in the night and it was difficult to get him to wake up in the morning. He always told his members that the only reason was the comfort his plushies provided and how would he abandon his warm bed and Shiber for a cold morning? The members always teased him for it but for some reason if anybody ended up sharing San’s bed with him they never wanted to get up too.

Well, back to Yunho’s kitchen adventure. San had woken up from deep slumber a not so long time ago to the sound of the fire alarm blaring, Mingi’s panicked yelling and Hongjoong’s angry yelling. From what he had gathered in his sleepy daze Yunho had tried to make himself and Mingi late night ramen and for some obscure reason the pot had caught on fire. San had pitied his captain who had just returned from a late producing session to find the dorm nearly burning down. But in the end Hongjoong had helped them hide the damage before Seonghwa had returned from visiting his parents in the morning. Even Hongjoong was afraid of what Seonghwa would do to them if he found out what had happened. Now Seonghwa still couldn’t solve the mystery of where his favourite pot had gone. Since everybody faked innocence he till now hadn’t found out but not for lack of trying.

Slowly the meal took form and it was Wooyoung’s turn to shower, leaving San with strict instructions. 

Hongjoong joined San to keep him company. Though he soon regretted it when Wooyoung returned dripping wet and shaking his wet hair over poor Hongjoong who just got dry, all the while cackling loudly. Hongjoong rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Wooyoung, why don’t you wake up Jongho-yah? It’s his turn to shower after you. He fell asleep on the couch and we all know he always needs a little time to wake up.”

“Sir, yes, sir”, Wooyoung replied, offering a two finger military salute, and crossed into the living room to wake up the older man.

San rolled his eyes as he heard Wooyoung sing “Get up” by Na Sangdo on top of his lungs. He had just gotten that song unstuck from his head after performing it with Yunho during the Salary Lupin episode.

What he didn’t expect was the sudden scream from Wooyoung and then silence. Hongjoong also turned around from the stove at the sound and they both looked at each other in confusion before Hongjoong turned off the stove and they both ran to the living room.

⌛

Nothing could have prepared San for the view he was greeted with. Wooyoung was standing frozen in the middle of the living room, mouth open in shock and whole body shaking. Jongho was still lying on the couch, though hanging his head over the edge and there was a disgusting, chunky, yellowish puddle of vomit coating the floor. And Wooyoung’s socks and lower pants. 

Shit. This was not ideal.

“Jongho-yah, you could have told us that you felt sick before”, Hongjoong said weakly, probably mentally trying to prepare himself for the next hours. His voice dripped with sympathy for their youngest, clearly worried.

“Wooyoungie?”, San whispered, reaching out to his best friend. He felt bad about leaving the sick youngest to Hongjoong alone but he needed to get Wooyoung out of the situation ASAP.

“Wooyoungie?”, San tried again as he got no answer. Cautiously he stepped forward, turned Wooyoung away from looking at Jongho and knelt down next to his friend, trying to assess the damage. He definitely didn’t want to touch their makneas’s puke with his bare hands, so he slipped off his own socks to use them as a barrier.

He helped Wooyoung stay steady as he gently pulled down his right sock and helped Wooyoung balance as he got the shaken but obedient man to lift his foot. Then his left sock was off and San tossed them as well as his own to the side. He got up and said: “Your trousers?”

Wooyoung showed no reaction, silent tears flowing down his cheeks. San heard a whimper behind them, not sure if that meant Jongho was about to be sick again but wanting to avoid that in Wooyoung’s presence. He grabbed Wooyoung’s hands and pulled him to the door. 

Miraculously - and very unhelpfully - none of the other members had been alerted by the commotion.

“Hongjoong-hyung, I’m taking Wooyoungie to the bathroom”, he called out to his captain-hyung, getting a nod in approval. Hongjoong was talking quietly to Jongho who was still really pale and swallowing visibly, having pulled a trash can close. San ignored them in favour of yelling for Yeosang, knowing he needed the other man to help with the shaken youngest of their trio.

Yeosang stuck his head out of the door of his room and gasped. Immediately Seonghwa appeared behind him, both of them looking like comic characters with just their heads showing at different heights. San would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so dire. Wooyoung was clutching his hand with all his might, eyes clenched shut and still trembling like he was going to fall apart.

“Wooyoungie is sick?”, Yeosang asked and ran over to check on their friend. San shuddered – that would be a nightmare. It had happened once that Wooyoung got the stomach flu despite all their precautions and none of them really wanted to remember how much he had suffered under the illness and the constant panic. He shook his head as they led Wooyoung into the bathroom. “Jjongie is sick.”

“Oh”, Yeosang frowned, then turned his attention to Wooyoung. He didn’t even spare a glance at Seonghwa now, who told them he was going to check on Jongho. “Let’s sit you down on the toilet seat, okay? We can take off your trousers and then we can take a shower, okay?” 

Wooyoung showed no reaction, so Yeosang just unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, before helping their unsteady friend to sit. Carefully they tucked the soiled garments over his feet and as San continued to hold Wooyoung’s hand, Yeosang started to strip out of his own clothes. There was no way they would let Wooyoung shower alone right now.

Carefully Yeosang and Wooyoung stepped into the shower, their youngest compliant in their hands until San tried to pull away. Panickily he clutched San’s hand tighter, not wanting to give up the little comfort it provided. San shushed the little whimpers he let out. It was the first sound Wooyoung had made since the scream and it broke their hearts to see their always happy friend reduced to tears due to his phobia.

Yeosang started the shower; the new, comforting input was enough to calm Wooyoung down so that San could step away to throw the clothes into the trash can to dispose of them later. There was no way Wooyoung would ever want to wear them again.

San took off his own shirt, not wanting it to get wet when he helped Wooyoung in the shower. But before that he quickly washed his hands, knowing he hadn’t touched the dirty parts of the clothes but wanting to give Wooyoung (and himself) a little relief. Maybe it was more for his own benefit - he wasn’t sure if Wooyoung was even aware enough of his movements. Still, he wanted to return to Wooyoung’s side as soon as possible.

⌛

Once the water had washed off all traces of sickness Yeosang and San helped Wooyoung sit down on the shower floor. Yeosang took out his own precious body wash, pushing out a generous amount and started to lather Wooyoung’s body in bubbles. San stayed close, one hand holding Wooyoung’s ankle to ground him.

They stayed in the water for as long as Wooyoung needed to feel clean again, knowing that while it wasn’t rational and he was already clean, it helped him to calm down to stay for longer. They wouldn’t take it away from him.

“I wanna sleep”, Wooyoung mumbled, nearly fifteen minutes later. He had rested his head against Yeosang’s shoulder and the tension in his body had slowly subsided.

“Alright”, San whispered and while Yeosang shut off the water he got a fluffy towel to make a Wooyoung-burrito. As he said it aloud, encouraging Wooyoung to step out into the real world again, the younger one even giggled a bit. It was far from his normal laugh that everybody loved but it was a start. San hugged Wooyoung close all the while rubbing him dry, as Yeosang got himself dried up.

“What do we do?”, Yeosang asked quietly. “We can’t have them share the dorm like this. The walls aren’t really soundproof - if Jjongie … well, we’ll all be able to hear. Wooyoungie can’t handle that.”

“What if we take him to the managers’ dorm?”, San suggested. While most of their managers had family, there were always at least one or two managers staying the night in the apartment across from theirs to be available to the group. It had been quite useful in the past.

Yeosang tilted his head in contemplation. “Yeah, that might work. Will you call Hyunseok-hyung?” 

San nodded, already pulling his phone out to call their manager who was scheduled to stay the night. Yeosang turned back to comfort Wooyoung, while San stepped out into the hall.

“Hi, Sannie. What can I do for you?”, Manager Hyunseok asked as the call went through.

“Jongho threw up”, San said, sparing no time for formalities, “we were wondering if we could take Wooyoung to your apartment so we can keep him separated from Jongho? He already had a panic attack once.”

“Yes, yes of course”, the manager agreed. They all knew about Wooyoung’s phobia - it wasn’t the first time a member was sick after all. “Do you need anything? Should I come over to help with something?”

“No, it’s okay, thank you. We’ll be over soon,” San said before hanging up hurriedly. They needed to get Wooyoung to safety and free the bathroom for their sick youngest swiftly.

So San stepped back into the bathroom and lifted the exhausted Wooyoung, still wrapped in the towel, into his arms. Wooyoung gave a content sigh and cuddled closely, resting his head on San’s shoulder. Yeosang wrapped his own towel around his waist and peaked outside the bathroom, giving a thumbs up. San, holding on tightly, followed him to the room the other two shared and set down Wooyoung on Yeosang’s lower bunk.

“Let’s get you into comfy clothes”, San suggested and moved around to find him a new set of pyjamas to wear, as well as a new shirt for himself as he had abandoned his old one in the bathroom. Wooyoung whined a bit at the loss of contact but as it was the norm for him so San wasn’t as worried as before. Yeosang meanwhile also changed into pajamas so they could go over to the manager’s dorm quickly.

Once Hyunseok let them in, they spread out on the big couch in the living room, cuddling close to each other. Yeosang would probably fall off the couch in the middle of the night, not quite as fast as San to claim the backrest side. Well, that would be Yeosang’s problem - for now they could rest.

⌛

Seonghwa rushed to the living room as soon as he heard that their youngest was sick. He was a bit confused about what had transpired but the state of Wooyoung was enough evidence that he knew something bad was up. He found Hongjoong kneeling on the floor at one end of the sofa, one of the older blankets they had meant to donate sooner or later thrown over an obvious puddle of sick on the floor. Jongho was lying on the couch, a trash bin by his head and he looked positively awful. Pale, sweaty and incredibly nauseous.

Seonghwa took a moment to observe Hongjoong and Jongho without being noticed, smiling to himself at how far they both had come. Hongjoong was brushing back Jongho’s red hair in obvious worry, gently shushing the now mostly silently crying maknae. Listening closely he could make out the phrases ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘Wooyoungie-hyung’. Seonghwa felt bad for the poor maknae, always trying to be so strong and who had now very unintentionally without being at fault at all hurt his beloved hyung in one of the worst possible ways.

The oldest watched the tender moment between captain and youngest play out before stepping forward.

“Wooyoungie is going to be fine, makdoongie”, Seonghwa said, knowing that he was in good hands with Yeosang and San. “Sannie and Yeosangie are taking care of him.”

Jongho didn’t reply, still shaking, but from the way some tension left his shoulders he seemed to have heard him. 

“What happened?”, Seonghwa asked, curious but also wanting to understand. “Have you been feeling sick for longer, baby?”

“When Jjongie woke up from his nap he immediately got sick”, Hongjoong explained in Jongho’s stead, not mentioning Wooyoung at all to keep the maknae calm. Seonghwa could put the pieces together anyways.

“Do you know what is wrong?”, he instead asked. Hongjoong opened his mouth to answer but was shoved aside as Jongho lunged for the bucket.

The maknae’s face had a slight green hue to it and he was gagging dryly, the sound of it terrible. He coughed and then another wave of stomach contents fell from his mouth, landing in the receptacle with a disgusting splat. Hongjoong sighed and rubbed the maknae’s back. From the fullness of the bucket Seonghwa guessed it wasn’t the first time that Jongho had been sick after the disaster on the floor.

“I have no idea”, Hongjoong said with another sigh, “he just can’t stop throwing up. I was hoping it had stopped for now but… I … could you get some cleaning supplies and maybe his bed covers? A thermometer? Anything to make him more comfortable?”

Seonghwa nodded and walked into the kitchen to grab some cleaning stuff. But before he could make it to the cabinet, Mingi and Yunho appeared in the doorway with the same looks of confusion.

“Shouldn’t dinner…?”, Mingi started, but Seonghwainterrupted him. “Maknae threw up. On Wooyoungie. Dinner is cancelled unless you make it yourself.”

Yunho grimaced at the explanation. “Shit. Okay. What’s the plan?”

“I’m gonna get some cleaning supplies and a fresh bucket. Could you go and find the thermometer and medications and bring his comforter and pillow?”, Seonghwa asked. Both nodded and left.

With a sigh, Seonghwa took out the cleaning supplies and a new bucket - the actual designated puke bucket, not the living room trash bin that was now a casualty of war. With gloved hands he returned to the living room where Hongjoong was softly talking to Jongho, a soft hand on his upset stomach. Jongho had his face buried in his captain’s shoulder, clearly still not feeling great. 

Seonghwa replaced the disgustingly full bucket, puke sloshing around and handed it to the very unhappy Yunho who had returned with Jongho’s blanket at just the right - or in Yunho’s case the wrong moment. Hongjoong spread out the comforter over their maknae, patting his back. 

With his thumb and index finger Seonghwa lifted the towel from the floor and, wincing, stuffed it into a trash bag, setting it aside to be thrown away later. Then he went over to mopping the floor and disinfecting it.

Meanwhile Mingi had returned with medications and the thermometer, giving both to Hongjoong. “You’ve got a bit of a fever, Jjongie”, Seonghwa heard Hongjoong mumble. “Do you want to take … no? Okay, just rest for now.”

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Once everything was cleaned, Seonghwa joined Hongjoong in sitting on the floor by Jongho’s side. The maknae had his eyes closed now, head resting on the pillow. He looked incredibly young that way, much younger than he actually was.

“Hyungs? I feel awful”, the maknae whispered, his voice rough from all the vomiting. 

“I know, baby”, Seonghwa mumbled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Jongho’s ear and kissing his forehead. “I know. But we’ll be here with you, okay? Even if it’s all night. Even if it’s tomorrow too. Even if it’s forever, hm? We’ll take care of you.”

And so they rested. Until the sound of the fire alarm broke the silence...

Notes: This is a rewrite + finally finishing one of my first ATEEZ fanfics from over a year ago. I think it shines through in the writing style but I still hope you like it!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - ATEEZ

[themaiddefender]

Little Wooyoung 1

Wooyoung who gets so stressed over their new comeback that he just slips, but it's okay because Hongjoong is there and Wooyoung knows that everything will be alright if his favorite hyung is here so he walks to him and tugs at his sleeve, eyes big and shiny with unshed tears because the music is so loud in the practice room and everyone seems mad for no reason. Can't they all be friends and play? 

Hongjoong turns to look at Wooyoung, frown in place, not understanding why Wooyoung has stopped dancing.

However, when their eyes meet, he softens instantly and he's quick to cup Wooyoung’s face with his hands, bringing him closer to kiss his forehead.

“Little pumpkin," Hongjoong says, hugging the younger.

"Hyungie, Yuyu hyung yelled at me," Wooyoung mutters, lower lip trembling 

They don't know what can trigger Wooyoung to get into little space, but the leader glares at Yunho anyway. No one yells at his little pumpkin. Of course Yunho blushes, embarrassed at being scolded.

Despite not being very strong, Hongjoong picks Wooyoung up and lets the boy hug him like a koala, deciding it's late to train anyway and heading home.

As Wooyoung’s main caregiver, Hongjoong makes sure Woo gets a nice bath (that he leaves for Mingi and Jongho to clean) and puts him on his most comfortable pajamas before sitting him on the couch, ready for dinner.

Yeosang prepares Wooyoung’s plate with a bit of everything and makes sure he swallows the food (he has the habit of leaving it stored in his cheeks and fall asleep with food in his mouth).

Wooyoung refuses to go to bed (even when San hands him Shiber so he can hug the plushie) so they put on Pororo that Wooyoung only watches when he's sit on Hongjoong’s lap it's after ten minutes that Hongjoong carries a very asleep Wooyoung to bed and tucks him in so he can go out and work a bit, when a hand takes his wrist.

"Hyungie, don't go," Woo slurs, half asleep.  

Hongjoong is only human and Wooyoung is incredibly cute, how can he refuse? So he gets in bed and hugs the boy until they fall asleep.

[sp4ceboo]

Second Chance: Jeong Yunho x Reader

A/N: i honestly feel like i went through multiple divorces writing this

tw: alcohol, swearing, HUGE angst, eventual fluff, people are drunk, there's a party (yes that deserves a warning), gets a little smutty at the end, mention of marriage (twice), could be kinda ooc near the beginning because i started writing this within a month of stanning

wc: 5.3k

The second you step through the doorway, you're already regretting conceding so easily to Wooyoung. He's got his nagging technique perfected - you'd probably be curled up on your sofa binging your favourite movies, surrounded with snacks and fluffy blankets and the comforts of your own home if he wasn't nearly as persuasive as he is.

Instead, here you are, at a party you're not very... invested in, half sulking as San welcomes you in, wishing you were at home, watching the Star Wars prequels back to back with Seonghwa.

San is already half drunk. It's easy to tell; his face and the tips of his ears are blushed a rosy pink, and he's giggling at nothing in particular as he hangs off your shoulders, clinging onto your shirt as if he'll lose you in his own semi-crowded living room. You anticipate another five minutes of clingy San, punctuated by tipsy zoomies, before the alcohol he had (probably just a few shots, to be honest) kicks in, and he begins to feel sleepy. With practiced ease - yes, you've done this many times before - you steer him towards the sofa, grinning at Yeosang as you dump San next to him.

'Nooo...' San mumbles. 'Where are you... where...'

You pat his shoulder. 'I'm not leaving yet, don't worry. Yeosang will look after you.'

Retreating into the small crowd before said man can protest at this forced role of caretaker, you wade your way over to Seonghwa and Hongjoong; greeting both, you have a quick exchange about the former's outfit - one he altered himself - before briefly summarising your wishes about watching Star Wars with the latter. In response, he nods sympathetically, but you can tell he's got his eyes fixed on a girl somewhere over your shoulder, so you move on quickly, searching for Wooyoung.

Vaguely, you spot Mingi towering over almost everyone in the corner, but knowing that the one person you're trying to avoid today may be with him, you look away before your eyes seize the chance to find him.

'Look who showed up!' A voice crows behind you.

You turn around, rolling your eyes. 'And whose fault is that, Woo?'

'He's looking out for you,' Jongho tells you, appearing beside Wooyoung. 'Maybe you needed to get out of the house and - '

'And talk to you-know-who,' Wooyoung finishes.

'No,' you snap. 'Absolutely not.'

He pats your head. 'Here, have a drink. Maybe after it you'll be more open to the idea.'

Reluctantly, you take the cup from him. 'Thanks, I guess.'

Wooyoung and Jongho begin talking about some trend on TikTok that they're planning on roping Mingi into doing with them - in truth, it doesn't quite capure your attention as much as the tall, achingly familiar silhouette across the room does. Before you can stop it, your gaze snags on him, on the angles of his jaw and his elbows, on the curving slope of his shoulders. Inhaling sharply, you quickly look away.

And then you glance over at him again.

Just once, and just long enough to see if he's with anyone.

If he's with a girl.

You know he's perfectly capable of it. You know many people at this party who wouldn't say no to him, even if they knew it was just a rebound. You tell yourself you wouldn't really care, it wouldn't really bother you, but it would. Especially if it was her. Somewhere deep inside you, he's still yours; yours to covet, yours to touch and kiss and love.

But he's not, and he brought that upon himself.

'Hey,' Wooyoung says, waving a hand in front of your face. 'You in there?'

You smack his hand away. 'I wish I wasn't.'

Jongho raises his eyebrows. 'You should just talk to him, if it's bothering you that badly. It's almost been three weeks, you know.'

'Or if you don't want to talk, you can get as drunk as San,' Wooyoung adds helpfully. 'You would definitely forget everything. I don't think our Sannie even knows his own name right now.'

You glance down at your cup, and your stomach twists. 'No thanks.'

Wooyoung wraps an arm around you and squeezes you tightly, smiling sadly. You know he just wants you to cheer up, and this realisation makes you painfully aware of the way you're ruining the mood, of the pity in your friends' eyes as they look at you, of the stifling press of bodies that aren't even that close to you. Handing your drink to Jongho, you tell them that you're heading to the toilet.

You take the long way around San's living room. It's partly to avoid the area that you know he is in, and partly because you can feel Mingi's eyes boring into the side of you head. Skirting around the sofa - which is somehow crammed with triple the amount of people it's designed to fit - you wave at Yeosang, who's glaring at you from where he's half squashed under San.

In the bathroom, it's a lot quieter, the thumping bass from Hongjoong's playlist and the hum of voices muffled by the closed door. You glance at yourself at the mirror; you're confronted with your own slightly downturned mouth.

Well, you promised Wooyoung you'd come, not that you'd be happy about it.

After a few minutes, you deem it time for you to emerge again. Schooling your features into something a little more cheerful, you step out of the bathroom, only to be ambushed by the one and only Song Mingi. You sigh. You know what he's here to say, you know he's your friend and he means well, but still, you can't help but feel the beginnings of annoyance bubble up within you. Immediately, you push it down. None of it was Mingi's fault.

'Hi, Mingi,' you say, unable to erase the hint of tiredness in your tone.

'How are you?' He asks, concern bleeding into his features.

'I'm doing alright,' you reply, knowing he sees through you easily enough. 'Haven't been sleeping too well, though.'

Scratching the back of his head, he looks at you apologetically. 'Look, you know what I'm going to say.'

You sigh. 'Go on.'

'You're both my friends,' he sighs. 'It sucks to see you both sad. Yunho's been beating himself up about it for weeks, ever since it happened, and... I know you miss him too. Please, just give him a second chance.'

You blink. It's the first time someone's mentioned him by name tonight, and the pain wells up in you again, fresh and cutting, ripping away the hazy walls of apathy that you'd struggled so hard to build around yourself. Maybe it's fitting that Mingi is the one who causes them to crumble; before everything went to hell with Yunho, it was always you three who hung out together the most, who relied on each other and supported each other, no matter what. It was the closest thing to perfect you've had in your life.

Then Yunho had to ruin it.

He was too heavy handed when he had your heart in his grasp, he was too careless with the trust you'd put in him. Of course you miss him, of course it hurt when you tore him out from he'd been embedded in your life, nestled into the softest part of you heart. Of course you hate avoiding him, but you hate how you let him hurt you more. You refuse to let him in again, just to make the same mistake.

Slowly, you shake your head. Swallowing around the bitterness on your tongue, you look up at Mingi, a deep sadness springing up inside you at the despondency in his eyes. Your voice sounds disembodied, the words far away as you speak.

'I'm sorry, Mingi. I don't think I can do that.'

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After your talk with Mingi, you begin to see getting as drunk as San in a more favourable light. You let Wooyoung shove exactly two shots down your gullet before you realise that tonight, alcohol isn't going to help you; the shots are acrid in your throat, and the deep throb of the bass - which you normally enjoy - is beginning to give you a headache. Defeated and deflated like a rather morose balloon, you tell Jongho that you're going to get a glass of water.

You realise you've misplayed as soon as you step into the kitchen.

He's there.

Yunho.

Digging your nails into your palms, you jerk your head aprubtly to the side to avoid his eyes as they search for yours. There's no way you're backing out of the kitchen because he's here, there's no way you're so weak that you can't stand the sight of him. Determined, you turn your back to him, reaching into the cupboard to grab a glass, filling it up and sipping at the water. You can feel his eyes burning into your back, and this time you can't help yourself.

A glance over your shoulder is all it takes for the sudden onslaught of memories. Months of dates and years of friendship flash before you, tugging your heart this way and that. He stands there, propped against the counter, his brown eyes anchored on you, his lips half parted as if he's about to speak, and all you can see in him is scene after bittersweet scene: Yunho holding your waist in a crowd, Yunho dancing with you around the living room at two in the morning, Yunho making you laugh until you can't breathe, Yunho holding you tight as you cry, Yunho with his pretty lips on yours, Yunho with his beautiful hands on your body, Yunho telling you that he loves you, Yunho, Yunho, Yunho.

And then it's Yunho, bathed in morning light as he lies in bed beside you, his features serious and solemn and deceptively honest as he tells you the sweetest words you've ever heard in your life.

Finally, it's Yunho the traitor, seen across a crowded, badly lit club on the same day, Mingi beside him, disbelieving as he gapes at your boyfriend kissing a girl, a girl who is not you, who could not even be mistaken for you. You've replayed the scene many times in your head, the way he looked up, catching your eyes as you turned to walk away. He caught up with you in the street, and you had the worst arguement of your life in a seedy, dark alleyway, refusing to let him touch you as you cradled the broken pieces of your heart to your chest - it was no longer his to have.

Looking at him now, he looks different; like your Yunho, but tired. There are bags under his eyes - at least you aren't the only one losing sleep - and his hands clench and unclench at his sides, his jaw working as he searches for words. Carefully, you set your glass down on the counter, crossing your arms.

'I...' He starts, but trails off.

Something ignites in your chest as you watch him fumble over words, stumbling over unfinished sentences. Anger burns bright inside you, a potent mix of frustration and longing and bitter sorrow welling up like poison, making you want to hurt him like he hurt you, demanding retribution. All you can see his lips on hers, and it fucking stings.

'Why are you talking to me?' You ask lowly, voice frosty.

Yunho takes a step closer. 'I - I'm sorry. I miss you - so fucking much. I want you back, I need you. I just wish I could make it right so we could - '

'If you want me back so badly, why did you kiss her?' You hiss. 'Did you forget about me in that moment? Or did you just not care?'

He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. 'I, I know I fucked up, badly, and - '

You scoff. You're too angry, too raw, to care about the anguish on his face. He doesn't understand: he doesn't understand that he broke your trust and your heart and you, he doesn't understand that his apology is too late - it was late the moment he touched that girl.

'Fucked up badly?' You snap, incredulous. 'Just badly? Do you remember what you said that morning, on the very same day, while we were still in bed? Do you remember what you told me? You said that you were really serious. You said that one day you were going to marry me. Do you know how happy I was, thinking that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me?' You throw your hands up in the air. 'Well, I guess it was all a shitty lie.'

Yunho staggers back as if you actually punched him. His eyes are wounded as they search yours, and he steadies himself against the counter, gripping it so hard his knuckles bleed white. Clenching his jaw, he stares at you, speechless, and you know that you succeeded in your mission to hurt him. It doesn't feel as good as you thought it would.

Then, the kitchen door swings open.

A swell of music spills inside, along with a very tipsy looking girl. Laughter floats through from the living room. Both you and Yunho just look at her, forgetting that you were arguing in San's kitchen, at a party, and she returns your gazes, bewildered as she looks between the two of you.

'Uh, sorry, I didn't know I was interrupting something. I'll, I'll come back later?'

You force yourself to smile, despite it being the expression your features least want to make right now, your voice surprisingly steady. 'Don't worry, you're alright, come in. We should probably go somewhere else.'

'Yeah,' she mumbles, quickly retreating and firmly shutting the door despite your words.

You glance over to Yunho. His hands are shaking as he lifts them, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes, and all the fight leaves you at the sight. For all the years you've known him, he's cried maybe four or five times. Your stomach churns with guilt. You caused his tears.

'Hey,' you say softly. 'Do you want to go somewhere more private?'

He nods, his voice thick when he speaks. 'Y - yeah, my car's two minutes away. It's in the multi-storey car park.'

'Okay,' you sigh. 'Let's go.'

He's silent as you rinse out your glass and put it on the dish rack, wiping your hands on your trousers. Ducking your head, you weave your way to the front door, slipping past Wooyoung and avoiding Yeosang and Mingi's eyes as they stare at you, surprise evident in their features as they spot Yunho trailing you. You don't want to consider what they must be thinking at the look on his face. There's no chance that they won't miss the pain in his expression, and you feel sick, burdened with the knowledge that you were petty enough to sharpen your words to deadly points and wield them like weapons.

You remain silent as you walk with him to the car park - he doesn't keep in step with you, instead hovering a few paces behind. The quiet swallows you whole, smothering any rage left in your system, and you hold the lift for him, retreating to the opposite corner as he reaches out to press the button for the top floor.

Out of the corner of your eye, you study him in the scratched mirror. Although you don't dare look up at his face, you can feel his gaze, and a lump forms in the back of your throat, thinking of how many times you've been tucked under his arm in the lift to his apartment, his long fingers stroking down your side.

Harshly, you swallow, reminding yourself that you can't let him in.

You can't open your heart, just for it to be broken again.

Despite this, you find your gaze straying over his reflection. He must have left his jacket at San's, because all he has on is his black t-shirt and jeans, the former of which is slightly damp down the front - someone probably spilt their drink on him, and the fabric clings to his skin in a way that makes you yearn to press him against the wall and kiss him until you're both dizzy. One of his hands is shoved in his jeans pockets; you desperately wish that you could slip your fingers in with his, just to feel his warmth and his skin against yours. Even under the crappy lift lights, he's beautiful, as beautiful as ever. It's how you've always seen him, how you always will.

The top floor of the car park is open, and during the time you were in the lift, it's begun to rain. You begin shivering, and out of your peripheral, you see Yunho lift his hand before he pulls it back quickly, as if he was going to reach out to you and tug you close before he thought better of it.

His car is the only one there, seeing as it's well into the night, and he unlocks it as you walk towards it. Hesitating with your fingers on the passenger door handle, you pause, debating with yourself - he hovers on the driver's side, watching as you deliberate before choosing the backseat.

You don't want to admit it, but you want to be closer to him.

Within seconds, you're sitting next to him in the back of his car, and you're faced with the looming need to pick up your disaster of a conversation where you left off; raising your eyes to find his, relief washes through you to find them steady, the emotions in them whirling and a total mess, but not too overwhelming.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself to ask the question that's been on the tip of your tongue all night. You tell yourself that you can do this, that you can pretend this doesn't hurt as much as it does, but it's quickly proven a lie when your voice comes out weak and smaller than you'd like.

'Why - why did you do it?'

A haunted look enters his eyes as he scrubs a hand over his face.'I... I don't know. She pulled me down, and I just didn't move, I just let her, because it was nice to feel wanted - ' His voice cracks. ' - even though you had always given me so much more than that. You loved me and I fucked it up. I took you for granted and - '

Harshly, he swallows, cutting himself off. His words are rushed, tight, his hands fisted in his lap as he looks away for a second, breaking eye contact and staring out into the car park as he steels himself. You're reeling from his words, from the painful honesty that laces them, like poison on a blade. There's no doubt that, even with your walls up, you still love him, because his desperation is like a knife twisted in your heart - hesitantly, you reach out, wanting to touch him, to comfort him somehow. In response, he grabs your hand, almost crushing it in his grip.

'Please,' he whispers brokenly. 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I - I just need you to let me love you again. I never wanted to hurt you, I - '

'But you did, Yunho,' you reply softly, grief making your voice thick and unsteady.

His face crumples. Bringing his trembling hands to his face, he turns away to hide the tears spilling down his face, and regret shoots through you like a bullet through the heart. Gripping his hand, you pull him to face you, but suddenly you can't stop, won't stop, tugging him closer until he's in your arms. It feels so right to share space with him, and you wonder why you ever tried to get over him and push him away when he's all you ever wanted, when he's your home. Sobs wrack his body, and you press your lips to his forehead, your own tears running down your cheeks into his hair as you tighten your arms around him.

'You hurt me, Yunho,' you choke out. 'I can't deny you hurt me. But it hurt because I loved you, and I love you now. I loved you when you kissed her, and I hated myself for it, but I guess my heart knew who it was made for, because I never stopped loving you.'

His chest heaves, a great shudder running through him, and he trembles, a giant felled by your sweet, healing words. He presses his lips against your shoulder, tasting the salt of his own tears in the wet material of your shirt; his fingers twine into your hair, and you can feel the effort it takes for him to get his words out between his rattling sobs in the strain of his voice, but he does.

'I - I missed you with every breath I took while you were gone,' he says. 'I lost the best part of me when you left. I love you, I'm a fucking fool, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry - '

Gently, you press a finger against his lips, making him look up at you. His words don't matter any more, not while he's in your arms and not while you know that you should have never let him go, that you should have never let either of you try to live without the other.

'I missed you too, Yunho,' you murmur. 'And I will never stop loving you.'

At your words, he goes completely still. He's frozen for a moment, his face inches from yours. A shiver runs down his back, and his eyes dart down to your lips.

'Can I - fuck - I need - '

He's taut as a bow string, thrumming with energy, and you can see the desperation on his face - he needs your lips on his as much as he needs to breathe. And yet, he still asks. You know then, with every fibre of your being, that he's what you want, that he's the only one you'll ever want, ever love.

'Yes,' you breathe. 'Yes.'

Cold moonlight limns his features as he leans in, but there's nothing cold about the look in his eyes. One hand cups your jaw, the other cupping the nape of your neck, his long fingers warm against your skin - his breath flutters softly against your lips before he closes the gap between you. The breath is knocked from you; he's never kissed you with this sort of aching tenderness, and you sink into his touch, eyes drifting shut.

You feel like you're falling again, the way you did the first time, when you'd rant to Mingi for hours about the smallest touch or moment you shared with Yunho, except this time, you lean into the tug of gravity with an eagerness you've never felt before. Like before, you teeter on the edge of a precipice, except, this time, you know what's at the bottom; you know the exhiliration of the fall, and the deep, aching love that awaits.

You jump, arms outstretched, knowing Yunho will catch you.

After you kiss Yunho for what seems like hours, running your hands up his back and burying them into his hair, pressing him closer to you and drinking him in, he drives you home. You're still drunk on his taste as you curl into him on your sofa, talking to him about nothing in particular, just soaking in the euphoria of being in his arms again; truly, you don't notice that your words become further and further apart, and that your eyes are drooping - you're too busy listening to the soft timbre of his voice.

Nothing matters to you in this moment. It's just you and him, wonderfully relaxed against each other, not allowing an inch of space between you. Honestly, you're unsure where you end and Yunho begins.

Your heart is overflowing.

You're home.

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Yunho isn't quite aware what the words leaving his mouth mean. He's too busy studying the tilt of your neck and the way your lashes fall against your face, relearning the essence of you. A smile tugs at his lips when you finally succumb to sleep, head flopping against his chest. It reminds him of the many occurences when you'd fall asleep on him while watching movies: the times before he asked you out, when he'd carefully hold you, his heart pounding in his ears, and the times after, where he'd cradle you to him, peppering kisses all over your face.

Gently, he gathers you up in his arms and carries you to your bed, laying you down and tucking the blanket from the sofa over you - he knows you hate to get under the sheets without a shower and your so called 'outside clothes' off. Planning to quietly return to his car, Yunho straightens, but a small tug at the bottom of his shirt prevents him from standing up all the way. A glance down finds your fingers fisted in the hem of the black fabric; blearily, you blink your eyes at him, peeking out from beneath the blanket.

'Stay,' you mumble. 'Please.'

Yunho's heart flutters in his chest. You're beautiful, even with your hair a mess and your eyes and face still a little red from crying, and he could never resist you. He thinks he'd do anything for you, if you'd dare ask.

This time, he's determined that he's going to marry you. He wants to be yours forever - he wants to wake up by your side every morning, he wants to come home to you, he wants to tell you he loves you in your every waking moment.

Sitting down on the mattress beside you, he lets you clamber into his arms and snuggle into his chest.

'Whatever you say, my love.'

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When you wake up the next day, you're utterly relaxed. It's as if your body knows that you're in the safest place you could ever be - in Yunho's arms. His breathing is still deep, his hair a mess, the way it always is in the mornings. You don't think you've ever felt this comfortable; the mattress seems to cradle your back, the blankets a warm cocoon around you, and Yunho is draped over you, his long limbs tangled with yours.

Smiling dumbly, you kiss his fluffed up hair, carding your fingers through it. A soft laugh leaves you when you realise his mouth is half open and that he's drooling on you, his cheek pressed against your shoulder.

Extracting one arm from beneath the blankets, you scrabble around your bedside for your phone. Yunho makes a soft sleepy noise, a frown digging into his forehead, and you hush him, rubbing his back soothingly; you're terribly relaxed right now, and you don't want to get up just yet.

In fact, you're pretty sure you want to stay like this forever.

Quickly, you snap a few pictures of him on your phone, unable to resist. Scrolling through your notifications from last night, you find a text from Mingi, asking how you are - he doesn't ask why you left the party with Yunho yesterday, or how it went, but his curiosity is still evident. You open the chat, a grin making its way onto your face.

Second chance granted, you type.

And then you throw your phone back onto your bedside table, ready to enjoy your morning with the man stirring in your arms. Yunho huffs quietly as he surfaces from his dreams, his long arms tightening around you; he buries his face into your neck, pressing a sweet kiss there, then another and another. Threading your fingers into his hair, your eyes close as he mouths at the hollow of your throat. He shifts so he's more comfortably situated between your legs, and you kiss his temple.

'Mm,' you hum contentedly. 'Morning.'

'Morning, love,' he replies.

His voice is raspy - deep and familiar as it always is in the morning. A memory comes to you: one of the many mornings you spent with him in bed, the sheets tangled around your legs with his skin on yours, and your stomach flips, warm longing bubbling up inside you. Gently, you tug at his hair, and he responds immediately, something that you suspect was already semi-hard nudging at your core before he shifts back quickly.

You frown as he pulls back a little. Searching his eyes, which have brightened a good deal since he first blinked them open, you examine them for any caution, but all you find is a deep seated fire.

'What's up?' You ask softly, cupping his face.

He turns his head so he can kiss your palm. 'I - I want to... but I don't want to do anything too fast if you don't want it. I know I hurt you.'

Leaning in, you press your forehead against his. 'Fuck going slow, Yunho. I love you. You know I do.'

It feels wonderful to say. The infatuation soaking the words is sweet on your tongue, magnificently domestic, something you missed saying to him every day, whispering it into his hair and against his lips like an oath. You feel like you're floating, a thrum of heat flushing through your body at the look in his eyes. He's tense, his muscles rock hard under your hands, his gaze transfixed on yours. Slowly, his lips part.

'Sweetheart,' he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your neck. 'You're driving me insane.' His touch travels to your cheek, his breath ghosting over your skin. 'I love you. More than you could ever know.'

He holds your gaze for a moment, and you find yourself mesmerised by him - his hair's a mess and his t-shirt is rumpled and emotions burn in his eyes, setting you on fire.

Fuck, he's glorious.

You grab his chin, fitting your lips to his. Yunho reciprocates like a man starved, his tongue licking into your mouth, hot and wet, his fingers curling around your waist and bringing your body snug against his - your head falls back against the pillows, eyes drifting closed when his hands trail teasingly up your body to cup your breasts, pushing up the hem of your shirt. Dipping his head, he nips at your skin, and you wouldn't stop the way your hips buck up into his even if you could.

A soft noise leaves your throat when his fingers ghost over your core, and he chuckles softly; you groan his name, nails scratching lightly at his shoulder, spurring him on as gently, he pushes your legs open, smoothly moving down the bed so that he's framed between your thighs.

He keeps his gaze on yours as he slips your underwear off you, a smirk tugging at his lips when a shudder wracks your body at the first touch of his fingers on your slit, your back arching - you'd be embarrassed, but there's liquid fire in your veins, and all you can think of is him.

'Fuck, Yunho,' you choke out. 'Fuck.'

'You like that?' He teases, slipping a finger inside.

A whine rips from your chest. You clamp tightly around him, vice like, and he begins to pump his fingers in and out, his lower lip trapped under his teeth as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Wickedly, he curls his fingers inside you, sending bolts of pleasure shooting white hot through you, his carnal expression turning almost sadistic, as if he's studying the exact angle at which your eyes roll back.

On your bedside table, your phone dings once, then three times more in quick succession. You know it's Mingi.

You ignore it. There are more pressing matters at hand, slotted right between your legs and littering feather light kisses on your thighs.

[seventhcallisto]

Chapter VI — "lips & hips."

Deep down.

Toc/cw: mdni!!!!!!!!! MATURE CONTENT!! Kissing. Cuddling. Unprotected shower sex(don't worry, men have unrealistic birth control). Fingering. Biting. Knotting. Grinding/humping. Orgasm w/o penentration(?) Idk how to cw. Orgasms x2(f. Receiving) hwa is a moaner and loud. Overestimming. Slight ooc hwa. Seonghwa is a hard dom for 00.2 sentences. slight angst. Crying. Love confession sort of. Fluff. I probably forgot some (I'll check later).

Pet names/nns: angel, mega, omega(yours) hwa(seonghwas) joongie(hongjoongs)

Wc: 12.3k

The Morning is already tiring, you're a jelly mess as seonghwa helps guide you to the bathroom. You're hardly carrying yourself as soon as you cross the threshold of your door, exhausted and spent.

Your legs ache and seonghwa mentions how they have to stop putting your knees over their shoulders so you aren't so sore. How the hell does he know? Seonghwas hands guide your hips, pushing you forward. You stop to watch wooyoung beg to be let pass,

Yunho leans against it to block you from view like some type of bodyguard. The sight is sorrowful and funny, wooyoung is begging and as an older member, yunho has the upper hand. Seonghwa is urging your wobbly legs forward before you can say anything.

Finally you're standing at the base of the wide tub, watching a pink bath bomb dissolve. The glass doors are slid to the side so you can step inside. Petals floating to the surface as the water turns a soft pink. It's cute. Your smile captures seonghwas fancy.

“Yeosang put that in,” he hums, closing the door. Of course he did, yeosang is your squishy love bug. From years of sharing hotel rooms and bathroom routines that consist of you two brushing your teeth at the sink and wearing face masks.

You, teaching him about how your products work for your own skin compared to his. He already knew but his small smile as he watches you explain tells you he didn't mind listening. You smile at the memory of it all, the isolated heating keeps all the warm air in. You're beginning to sweat at how hot it is in the bathroom.

Seonghwa decides to help you strip, of course, he loves playing caretaker. He asks before he does- having you sit on the edge of the tub while he tilts your hips up to slide off the briefs. You groan at the twist. More sore from the angle. A sorry smile stretches across seonghwas features, tossing the briefs in the dirty laundry basket.

You have half a mind to be embarrassed, but your shirt somehow falls over your areas and blocks him from looking. Just as you realize your shirt needs to come off next. So sudden, your stomach is twisting intensely, the feeling is familiar. But not so much so you realize what it is.

Seonghwa bends down in front of you, you don't move, you hardly make a sound. He tilts your chin up towards him with his pointer finger to get you to notice him. Leaning his hands on either side of you, against the tub. “I can leave if that's what you want.” He says sincerely. You shake your head quickly. His scent pushes out to calm you.

And for some reason you now feel completely bendable to whatever he wants you to do. You know that feeling. When you got it with yunho and even as soon as hongjoong made it obvious what he wanted.

Your hands reach out to grab him, pulling him close. Before you realize what you're doing, your mouth is attached to his neck, just resting there for a moment. Hands kneading and twisting into his hair pass the dark locks. Seonghwa laughs gently. His pulse thumping where your lips meet. He twists his arms behind your back. letting you know he's there, even when your scent begins to shift and grow heavier.

When it gets sweeter and leaves him swallowing thickly. And just for a minute you calm down at him being there. Calm down when his neck is latched between your lips like a leech. You place a kiss on the spot after unhooking from it. You don't want to let go of seonghwa. So, as a way to say that, you wrap your arms around his neck. Holding him for a moment.

He lets you, and God- does it make your heart skip. Seonghwa, who usually pushes away any super affectionate touching, is letting you latch onto him like some touch starved girl. Which, you feel as if you are for the moment. His embrace eases that feeling. Tough and soft at the same time.

“I love you” you mumble, sincerity dripping off your words. He hums, rubbing his thumb up and down on your back. “I love you” he inhales softly as he pulls back, your hands strain to let him go. He looks you in the eyes so deeply, you have a hard time not feeling the sincerity of them. “I love you more” you grin. Giddy. He laughs gently, a soothing sound.

He doesn't argue, but he has a look that tells you he loves you the most. Lovesick and sweet, if his eyes could. They'd be heart shaped whenever he looks at you. He helps you take off your shirt, playing with the tip of it to avoid peeping. You subconsciously wrap your arms around yourself.

It's not that you're shy being naked. Actually. Yes, it's exactly that. Wearing revealing stage outfits and performing in front of millions is nothing when you're naked in front of seonghwa. He's the only eyes you care about at the moment. Yet he doesn't seem to care about your nakedness. Tossing your shirt away with the briefs. He turns back to you. “Want me to wash your hair?”

You almost laugh at the innocence of it. Your face lights up instead. “Yes please” he helps you step in, telling you to lean on him for guidance. You watch seonghwa take a seat outside the bathtub. His knees must ache from the hard floor. Frowning, you pull your knees to your chest. “Aren't you getting in?” You swirl the petals around, they follow in sporadic patterns after your fingertips.

It's photographic, you look very imaginary to seonghwa, eyes wide with that sparkle, beckoning him to join you. If he's the sexiest member, then you're the most ethereal. He blinks, once, then twice. The question is odd but he wants to indulge you. “no- I'm getting in” he breathily says, quickly. He nods to hide it, gulping back the lump in his throat.

Close proximity like this makes his heart skip. You aren't usually so needy for affection. Seonghwa has known that about you for years. Yet, you want him as close. It's intimate. It's strange. But, he loves you. So he doesn't care if you'll be embarrassed about it later. He likes when you're needy. He knows you're still in a different mindset. A mindset that's almost truth-inducing. Letting your thoughts come to the surface and have light shed on them.

He strips his black shirt off first. Neatly, he folds it and lays it off to the side of the counter. Back turned towards you. Any jewelry, which has already been taken off earlier from cooking. He hears the slap of the water as you move, turning and swishing the water around with your body.

As soon as he's done unbuttoning his pants and stripping everything. He's lowering himself into the spot across from you. The water is hot, not burning, but soothingly hot. You've turned away from him to give him decency.

“Hand me the shampoo” he tells you. You do as he says, leaning up to grab it on the edge. It's an inexpensive but very trustworthy brand, not really scented. Your fingers caress as you hand it to him over your shoulder. “Should I wash yours?” You ask.

Seonghwa looks up from the lather on his hands to the back of your head. “I washed my hair this morning,” he hums. Fingers threading through the top of your scalp to bubble the shampoo. Your eyebrows furrow.

“Why did you get in with me then?” You say back. Now you wonder why you even asked him to join you. Heat of the moment? You can't see it but he's smiling at your pouty tone. “‘Cause you asked” he answers, his forehead creasing as he focuses on working his fingers through your hair, rubbing the base of your neck. You shudder, pulling your knees closer. A reactive thing.

“You didn't have too” you huff, leaning your head back towards him when he pulls gently to spread it through the top of your head. He stands up to grab the showerhead from his side of the bathtub. “I wanted to,” he simply says. Your heart leaps. Heat creeping to your ears, should that even affect you that much?.. no. It really shouldn't. You're sharing a bath together. You jump at the sound of running water.

You're in the bath. Together. Seonghwa leans the shower head against your hair. It's not hot, a bit cold, you know it's because he didn't want to burn you. You shiver at the coldness. The squeak of the knob protests as seonghwa turns it warmer. Ever so keen on your reactions, so very attentive.

The prickle of tears pokes the corner of your eyes. Now you feel- well, you're crying. Why, though? You don't really know. You don't think you've ever been this doted on- Don't know the last time someone took care of you. Rather than you taking care of yourself. Actually. You don't know the last time you let someone take care of you.

Yes, how could you be so dull. Many times, your members have tried. And jongho? He's so obvious about it. You've got idols coming up to ask you if you're dating based on the attention he shows you. He wants to take care of you so badly. He takes your baggage at the airport but stops when you say no.

He gives you his jacket whenever he has one. Even letting you hang back with him instead of participating, lets you lean on him when you're anxious before an interview. He lets you get your way. Let's you use his card even when you have your own, so adamant about proving he can take care of it.

And yunho, you can't forget him dropping everything to help you, can't forget he willingly came to see you and stopped your clingy ex from making a scene, even made you laugh to cheer you up. You obviously can't forget the way he looks at you like you're the world and everything great about it. And he even buys you food when he gets his own, tells you all the time he just got extra.

Who claims his spot next to you any place and time you have to sit for interviews, said so because he likes how it makes you look so small. Maybe you really are delusional- and Hongjoong. You love joong so much. From many nights spent together working until dawn on songs and repeating lines.

To being the only trainees in the entire company, two trainees who didn't speak the same language, and yet still finding a way to communicate. For years together. You know he works hard, knows he doesn't have to see you every morning before he checks out to the studio.

But he does anyway. You know he's got a lot on his shoulders, yet he still makes time to check up on you. Include you in his projects. Lets you listen to all of his demos. Takes your feedback to heart. Encourages you to get a producer tag. Goes as far as to give you any of his passwords so you can use his production aquitment.

Even buying clothes he knows you like the texture of just so your hands cling to him more. You're beginning to realize the same goes for yeosang, purposefully leaving his hoodies around so you wear them and smell like him. Even that first moment yeosang looked at you wearing his shirt after he asked you too, his sharp eyes clouding.

You realize none of them had asked that before. Was it because they were too scared to ask you? You have always been private with your affections before lately, it had been drilled into you not too. Somehow, yeosang was the first person to ask and he never mentioned it again, never hinted at anything about you wearing his clothes ever.

Now, he's much more touchy and vocal. His pretty mouth always complimenting you under his breath. Eyes always scanning your features when you passionately talk. Letting you hold his hands and never pulls away. You don't know if the sudden change was because of your assigned sex but you believe he just got more comfortable knowing you're okay with it, knowing you're reciprocating it.

With all of them being there. And you are. You're finally able to let someone else take care of you.

And even lately. Mingi is so clingy, you love that type of attention even if you don't say it. Mingi who has given you space because the guys told him he's too rough, who's waiting his turn patiently- when you know he's so eager and never ever patient. Mingi, when he gets food and gives you the first bite.

In your comments every live you do with atiny. Pokes and prods for any type of affection and praise. Uses his aegyo to get whatever he wants from you. Says he'd marry you because you're a full package and you take care of him well. His words, unprovoked.

When asked to choose between all the members. He said your name asap. When stranded on an island. He said he'd take you. And, you find that hilarious, cause he could have taken anything else, water, a boat, food, a way to get out, but he said he'd take you.

San, you'd never forget how he follows you backstage everywhere. Whines whenever you spend too much time with another idol. Clings to you when you're getting your face done because he knows you can't shrug him off, or you'll mess up your makeup.

When he stares at you, and it's so often, you have to tell him to stop before someone gets the wrong impression. When San ‘accidently’ scares other idols off because well- he's built compared to how he was when he was a couple of ages ago. When not long ago he wasn't able to pick you up, and now he does it whenever he wants too. And you let him cause his grip is so tight and his smile is so big you can't help but give in.

Not excluding how he acts up on stage, or during your parts together, he can't get that sly grin off his face, or won't stop staring at your lips when you're singing- or rapping right in front of him.

Aswell as when wooyoung clings to you, wraps his strong arms around you and doesn't let you go until you give him what he wants. Says you're his soulmate, even when you mention yeosang or san, he says you're his other half, and he can't live in a world with only half of himself.

Even happily leans in to almost kiss you in front of a crowd just because you pouted at him. Begs for your attention when you don't respond to his questions, even if he said it two seconds prior. Literally can't breathe without you in his proximity sometimes.

His words, not yours, he said it so boldly behind the scenes you two had together. Like it was nothing. Woo, who you know watches your solo fancams. Cause you caught him once. And the only thing he said was “I'm supporting my girl friend” grinning so proudly and pretended he didn't hint at the connotation behind it. “I’m not a girl, I’m a woman” you'd casually say, shutting the door and cutting off any more communication.

Wow, for the first time in years. Maybe you're realizing they haven't sought you out —even though they love you— because you were pushing them away. Not giving them the time of day and continuously denying their affections. You did notice, but maybe you pretended it wasn't true. Didn't think you could have a happy ending with them if you went through with it. But they're here, and they're even telling you they love you, they've been telling you. because they do, they love you.

Seonghwa is proving that to you right now. Feeding you, bathing you, caressing you, letting you hug on him so much so you know wooyoung would be jealous. Taking care of you. Seonghwa pulls his hand back from your scalp, the sorrowful smell is coming from you and he's starting to rapidly think he did something wrong. His hand lands on your shoulder, his head peeking past your hair as he bends forward, water sloshes when he does so.

“What's wrong?” He says so sweetly, your tears begin to flow the most now. You hate crying, why do you do it so much nowadays? “Nothing, I'm just- I'm happy” you huff out, swiping at your tears as you lean your head back on his shoulder. “Oh Angel,” he coos, grabbing your chin, his thumb rubs a soothing stripe, his fingers encasing your neck. “I know it's something else” he stares between your eyes. You feel embarrassed, of course he was gonna know. Of course he's noticing it's something else, cause seonghwas got a perfect sense of smell when it comes to you.

“I'm sorry I'm noticing so late” you cry gently, lip trembling. “I'm sorry I didn't notice it sooner, I was scared” you turn away when seonghwas hand falls away, rubbing up and down your arm. “Scared you wouldn't like me back, I was - upset cause- I knew- I thought you all wouldn't be okay with it.. I wanted to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend. All of you. I didn't know I could have that.” You sob through words.

Seonghwa would say this sudden rush of emotion is partially because of your heat, it's also you. Something you've built up and finally is popping due to some tlc. His arms wrap around your waist, maneuvering you to face him. You let him do so, lighter in the pink water. In all your nakedness, your completely vulnerable in front of him.

Telling him exactly how you feel and trusting him with it. He places two heavy palms against your face, caging your cheeks in. He stares, and stares. So many thoughts, words, and things he could do in the moment. “I've wanted you for so long” he says instead. Pushing out a memory from years ago to the surface.

“When we were both younger- Especially when I was first joining, you were the first person that I wanted to see most often.” He tugs on his bottom lip. “I thought you were the prettiest person ever. Cool too. I had never seen someone like you before. I thought “is she from a different place?” I didn't know you could exist. I thought you were something else entirely.'' he nods into his words, you hiccup.

Clenching your palms around his wrist tenderly. “I've been in love with you since I met you. I would have followed you anywhere. I still will. I’ll gladly share, it just means they notice how amazing you are. And so does atiny. You're worth everything to those seven guys out there. And me. I promise, you could have been decades late and i still would have said yes.” maybe Seonghwa is spilling his guts here. But how your eyes sparkle with unshedded tears, face so puffy and lips so dainty, he feels the need to be honest.

Images flash over the years, you in different hair colors. Outfits, stages. He's got everything about you memorized. You're addicting and your personality gives him whiplash. Good whiplash. The type that makes him so flustered on camera if he catches you watching him talk.

The type that makes him feel so bold on stage, letting loose. The type of good whiplash he's getting from watching you. Honest for the first time in years. He loves this, he shouldn't, but he does. He loves holding you, loves having you lean on him emotionally. Just so he can tell you everything he completely means.

He wants to show the world he loves you. Tell the world he wants you to be his partner for life. He wants to be your mate. He knows he can't have that luxury yet, you're hardly even dating and you're still both so very young.

Got many years ahead, yet he wants it sooner than ever. He knows he can't show you off like that or else it's a scandal and the media would flip.

Your hands surround his face, holding his jaw. Your eyes slot close as you pull him into your puffy lips, telling him everything he needs to know with your fragile kiss. He breaths into you, capturing you into him ever so gradually. When you pull away, he's leaning his head into your neck and you do the same. Staying there for a second. Pushing his scent out for you.

There's no need to talk when seonghwa threads his hands through the rest of your hair to evenly spread the conditioner. You're scrubbing your body free from the actions of this week. You're feeling cleaner, but more exposed without yunho, or hongjoongs scent on you. Thankfully, yunho and hongjoong have a thing for biting.

The marks are evidence that they were there with you. Your finger passes over the scabbing bite on your inner thigh. Seonghwa peppers your shoulder with kisses when he pulls your hair over to rinse it. Soft and innocent. The feeling is homely and docile. He pats your hip to have you stand up so you can both rinse off the remnants of the bath water and soap.

The shower head connects to the top of the tub. You watch the marble pattern of white and pink drain from under your feet, letting the warmth from the new water beat down on your shoulders. Seonghwa is just outside the water, standing behind you and moving your hair around to rinse it. You pull it from his hand, turning to face him.

“aren't you cold?” You ask. Squeezing the ends. He shakes his head. “No..” he trails off looking away, too shy to meet your gaze. Although you both are naked, having been in the bath for a bit longer than you should have, he's still trying to be respectful and avoid looking at you inappropriately. “Liar” you laugh, sticking your hand out to grab him and pull him under the stream with you. He closes his eyes with a smile, water cascading down his face. You're closer because the stream of water doesn't spread far. You squeeze the last soapy drops out of your hair.

Something about seonghwa just letting the water fall over him has you staring. Water that flicks off his closed eyelashes and drips over the curve of his lips. When he pulls his hands up to push his hair back. You watch his biceps flex. His lips part to blow away the water that drips into his mouth. Missing you by a centimeter. Like some type of commercial, seonghwa looks beautiful just pushing his hair back. His eyes part, as if he feels you staring.

A piece of his black hair flicking over his forehead, his eyebrow raises. Your lip tugs up, caught red handed. “sorry” you bite your lip looking away. “You're staring” he blatantly says. Sharp eyes scanning you, he steps back from the shower stream so you can have it. “I know, it's hard not too” you mumble, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach, closing your eyes under the patter of water.

You flick your hair once, then throw it over your back. Seonghwas hand finds your waist, flat as he palms it around your back, tugging you into him so you both are under the water. His humming is a buzz against your chest. You part your eyes through the water, lacing your hands around his neck. It's cute, it's nice. Not something you'd ever think you'd indulge in. You flicker water over his face when you blow it out of your mouth.

Apologizing quietly as he closes his eyes and grimaces. “sorry” you swipe your hand against his face, he's acting as if you spat on him. You laugh when he turns away from your palm. “You spat all over me” he groans, still holding onto you. Both hands this time pressed against your back. “no I didn't, it's just water” you gleam, lips parting as your smile grows wider.

“‘Just water’ that came out of your mouth” the smile behind his words has you knowing he's playing with you. “Are you saying my mouth is gross?” you go to pull back, playing as petty as you can. His hands shoot up to lock you back into him, hands holding your arms there. A singular one of his eyes pops open.

“No, Your mouth is perfect,” he says clearly, leaning down to peck your lips. You pull away before he can, his lips landing half on your cheek. “Why kiss me if my mouth is gross?” You huff, stomping your foot. Seonghwa doesn't pull back, as if intentionally meaning to land there. He trails a kiss over your jaw, down the junction of your neck, and right over your primary glands. You tilt your head for him. Basking in the way his lips part the droplets of water on you.

“Fine, I'll kiss you everywhere else then.” He mumbles against your collarbone as his head dips. Your hands thread through his wet hair. Breathing heavier when he starts sucking. Already creating a hickey right above your collarbone, opposite of where Yunho bit you, he's nipping lightly with his two front teeth, teasingly. His hand trails, water cascading down his fingertips. His fingertips just scan the plump of your butt. And move over your hips. He kneads the skin there, dipping his fingertips to pull you further into him.

You're already beginning to shift your thighs. Needy, so needy. Seonghwas left hand slides down to lightly swipe your inner thigh so they open. You part them, sighing heavily when he pushes his digits through your heat, already pushing two into your wet core. He pays no mind to your clit, knowing the lack of stimulation will tease you.

Slowly dragging his fingers in and out, until the tip of them is in and he's drilling them back up. You wiggle, trying to hook anything against your most sensitive area, it's not enough. Your whimper has seonghwa smiling against the junction of your neck, he trails back up, sloppy kisses as he sucks and leaves ribbons of red splotches. He kisses your jaw and hovers just over your lips.

You want to lean up to catch his lips in yours, you whimper again when his fingers dig into your hip. You begin to unlatch yourself from his shoulder to trail your hands somewhere else. One hard flick of his wrist against your insides has your eyes clenching close, he stops not a second after, and you wiggle at the loss sensation building.

“don't move,” he says with a heavy tone, staring down at your expressions. So close, he's teasing you with his lips. “if you move, you don't get me” he pinches your chin between his fingers. Squishing your cheek with the hand that was just on your hip. He works his fingers slowly again. His palm slapping against your bud. You twitch forward into him. Trying to plant your feet so you aren't moving. His eyes dig for every reaction you have, soft drops of water trailing down his face and into yours.

It's hard to reach a high like this, but you're so desperate, he knows that. Hanging off every curve of his finger, every bend of his digits as they slip into you. Getting wetter with each slap of his palm against your bundle. So close, yet so far, you're not there yet, but you're trying to be.

The water is an added stimulus, dripping down both of your faces, and his palm. Flicking back on you and mixing with your slick. You're clenching. Trying to push that high closer. One more prod of seonghwas finger has your gasp getting stuck in your throat. A third finger slipping into you. He wiggles it with the other two, the fit is tight, you spread open further to take it. Seonghwa groans at that, glad at you presenting and opening further for him and just him in the moment.

You clench down again, and almost as soon as he stuck it in, the tightness loosened with more of your slick. He watches for every twitch of your eyebrow, every quiet moan. His eyes lidded. No attention to his aching cock straining against his stomach. Your fingers keep him grounded. Tugging at the end of his long hair. He gives in when he looks down at your wet lips.

Taking you into him with a singular breath. He moans into your mouth, as you do him, tugging and pulling into each other. His tongue slips in, pressing against your own. You taste how he'd imagine, so sweet, so willing. His fingers stop their antics.

It's enough prep for seonghwa. You clench one final time as he pulls them out, swallowing your whines. He pulls away to suck on your exposed glands. His hands falling away to grip your thighs, he tugs once to signal he's pulling you up. Your arms wrap around his shoulders tightly, lifting your thigh up against his hip so he can pull you in. He lifts you with ease, slotting down to his knees in the tub.

The press of his cock slides between you, it has you arching into it. Hard and throbbing for attention against your clit. You want it. “Hwa” you whine, grinding up into him. He slaps his hand down on your thigh, you jump into him. Continuing his assault on your neck with a strangled moan. Sloppily, his teeth scan over your gland, your head falls slack. You're puddy.

When his teeth are there, you're so tempted to beg him to mark you, mate you in your most delicate area. “Please hwa,” you grind up again, the ridge of his cock pressed between your folds, thighs flexing against his hips. Holding onto him close, he doesn't spank you that time. “Go on, use me” he whispers, teasing his teeth against your gland. You grind up again, with the help of his hands.

“Should I? Take you right here, make you mine.” His tone is heavy with desire. Your clit throbs and you buck, letting his cock catch against you. You clench around nothing, not yet filled, but so close to cumming from his fingers moments ago. You sob “Yes, make me yours'' you bite down on your tongue.

The water is nothing compared to the sensation of seonghwas cock burying between your folds and teasing your hole with every stroke, his hips stuttering up into you at your words. He knows you don't mean it, knows you're caught in the heat of the moment. Everything you say can be taken with a grain of salt. You twitch forward, grinding down, your clit drags against the top vein on his dick. His tongue lapping at the spot on your neck.

He helps you, guides you to press down with his fingers digging across the top of your thighs. Soft breaths at the humping of you. Your mouth falls over his shoulder, biting against the same spot you had him in earlier. Whimpering against his skin. He knows this is torture, for both of you, but he can't stop. You feel so good like this, and he knows as soon as he slips in, it's gonna be hard for him to wait for you to adjust.

“Hwa, I want you inside, please, please alpha” you beg. He doesn't answer. Your climax is arriving without you noticing it, gasping into his shoulder. His teeth scrape against your glands as he moves to bite just below it, making it prominent in the spot he chose. His jaw locks, you stutter up. A painful and sudden orgasm as you cum from just humping against him.

You huff and pant. Seonghwas hand prys between the both of you, gripping his cock tightly. He hisses, lightly guiding it back and forth so it presses against your hole.

You're still coming down when he pushes inside, moaning into your shoulder. He fits all the way to the hilt with a single drag of his hips upwards. Letting your walls flutter. You whine at the fill, he's big- big like yunho, display of veins that throb when he fully sheaths inside, you tremble from the extra stimulation. Panting against seonghwas ear.

His large hands pry against your thighs, and move up to your hips. He swings them forward for you when you lean against his chest. Breath stuttering. “‘s too much” you gasp, whimpering at the overstimulation. His head falls back. His eyes flutter close at the way you wrap him in, lips parting to breath. “You can take it” he bites back, “I know you can” his hands fall over each of your cheeks, pulling you as close as possible.

The water bill is gonna be high. But Seonghwa doesn't think about it. The water is just an extra sensation when the best one is your cunt so tightly sucking him in. He moans once more when you pull yourself forward and back. Helping him with the swirl of your hips. Still begging for more when you just came. He tugs his lip down into his teeth.

Might as well get you here if you're both being cleaned off. His thighs snap up against you as he buries back in again. Cock pounding against your cervix. A heavy rhythm of water sloshing between you two. Your hands pooling over his lean shoulders as you fall into him with every hard thrust. Your first orgasm is gone but your second one is building.

Seonghwa can feel it, you pulse and twitch. Squishy walls pulling him in and attempting to milk him. His cock throbs every so often. His hands pulling your ass forward with every pound of his pelvis. Your whimpers are dragging him on. Your lips pressing against his own scent glands.

The sting of his thighs aching so wonderfully as he feels himself building up with you. Your mouth latches against the gland, cutting off your moans. He snaps up, and your teeth drag against his skin. “Come on angel, I know you want to,” he moans. “bite me- auh- mark me as yours,” he whimpers, his eyes clenching. You moan too. Cunt clenching in response. The tip hitting your cervix. It has him airily chuckling and huffing curse words. “do it, do it-I want you to do it, ah- shit. ‘make you the happiest girl in the world” he bucks, knees sliding forward as he does so.

You must be tempted to do so. Your teeth prod into his flesh, not yet breaking skin, not even enough to leave a mark. Your hips swirl forward messily. Clit catching against the small patch of rough hair he has growing against his lower stomach. “I'll do you good omega, take care of you every night like the perfect mate-ah” his words trail off into a strangled moan.

“No- mmm- protection like this, no shitty- fuck- birth control, whenever we want” he stutters up, water dripping off his face as he turns it down to look at you on his shoulder. Mouth lulled open and eyes closed tightly shut. “hope it takes- give you some- shit-” you clench again, thighs squeezing on either side of his hips as he swirls you forward, using all his strength to pound his cock up into you. “Hwa- give me it’ all of it- plea- ah!” You get cut off as he pulls all the way out to just pound back into you. “im gonna give you it-” his hips snap up as yours snap down, full weight being pressed onto him.

“wanna pump you full of my cum until you're leaking- until you smell like me all the time- fuck- give you my all” he ruts up into you, knot beginning to grow. Watching the way you suck him in. Images of you every night, waiting for him floods his imagination. He has you here now, in the shower. Desperate to have you cumming hard, and marking him as yours. Muffling your moans in his neck.

“‘m gonna cum soon hwa-” you pull up to tell him, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, he watches the water drip from your forehead and over your lips. “I want to mate- please- please mate me- meant to be yours- all of yours” you whine out between heavy pants and moans, staring back up into his eyes. Water pouring over your features as you struggle to swing your hips forward. He wants it so bad. Wants to make you his and give you everything you want, spoil you like his perfect little angel and have you whenever he wants.

The tense feeling in his stomach pops, his knot shooting out to interlock inside you. Hot spurts of cum as well splatters against your silky walls. You twitch and come just as quickly after, he moans into you as he falls back over your shoulder. He bites hard, doesn't even recognize where he does, but he knows it's not your primary spot. His hips rutting into you as he guides your hips for you. His free hand shoots out to hold onto the side of the tub as he doubles over into you. You wheeze loudly, biting into his shoulder. Hard enough to bleed, you twitch just as hard. Pulsing against the warmth surrounding your cunt.

He chants your name as you drain the last of his energy and cum. Biting on his tongue to quiet down. The water beats down on his back and falls over your face. Droplets that are clear and showcase the climax you just went through. He pants hard over the bite, opening his eyes gently to peer down at it. So close, so damn close to piercing your sensitive spot.

His knot stops growing in the quietness, the pattern of water padding down your back, legs still interlocked around him to keep him inside you. Intentionally or not, seonghwa wants it to be. He meant it, he wants his cum to stick and leave you full of him, his scent, his being.

He digs his nose into your neck, smelling you deeply in his lungs. His hands are tight around your back. Palms spread wide to keep you close. Breathing in tandem as you both come down from your highs. For a second he lets his hand reach out to pull up the bath plug so the water fills the tub. Water drips from the tip of your heads. Chest to chest.

He can feel your heartbeat thumping loudly. His knot is definitely thicker and bigger than yunhos. It's hard to even move because of it. A heavy and thick weight in the pit of your stomach that presses towards your clit when you wiggle.

You whimper from the sensitivity. Seonghwa Hushes you softly. “I know, it's a tight fit” he groans with you, pulling back to glance down. You're not bleeding, which is a good thing, you shouldn't be. Seonghwa had prepped you enough. It's still a hard squeeze for you. He avoids the connection with his eyes.

It's not a good idea for him to pop another boner when he's still inside. Your arms fall around his chest, pulling him back closer. Face pressed against his left peck. Your eyes are squinted close, lips pouting. Seonghwa smooths the damp hair from your face, caging your body into him with his other hand.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning down to see you. His eyebrows are furrowed, your eyes part, nodding tiredly. “‘m good. perfect.” you pout your lips out for a kiss, seonghwa indulges you. Cupping your cheek in his palm and wrapping his top lip into yours. You sigh into the kiss. Seonghwa fucks hard and fast, your hips ache so sweetly. Although you tried to move as much as you could, you let seonghwa use you like you did him. And you're happy he did, cause you'd be aching again. His knot isn't as tight anymore, a slow deflate that makes you miss it.

As it goes, you lean yourself into seonghwa. Appreciation lingers off your lips when you kiss up into him, and your other arm curls around to land behind his neck, playing with the hair there. His hands rub up and down your arms. Comforting you without words. His bottom lip sucking into yours.

Sweet and strong, hints of coffee on his tongue. His eyes part open when he pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth once more. His hands caress down, over your shoulders, spine, lower back, hips, then thighs. His fingers ply the fat at the top and work on massaging his thumbs into the inner part, soothing the twist and ache in them.

“I shoulda been more careful, I'm sorry angel” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You shake your head into his shoulder. Pulling back enough to kiss the mark you left. “Don't be sorry, I liked it.” you mumble, thoroughly blissed out. The tub sloshes when seonghwa begins to lean back, taking his knees out from under him. He keeps you close. Never breaking the knot in the middle that connects you two.

His hands are soft and comfortable, stroking along your spine and hips as his knot proceeds to shrink. He's already got a cloth between his fingers, rubbing away any spit from your neck and padding the coolest part over your warm forehead. His eyes look down at you with so much adoration you begin to feel shy.

You close your eyes to cut his stare off. The cloth flops down into the water when he lets it go. He thumbs your chin, propping it on his fingers, his thumb swiping along your bottom lip. You blink open your eyes, tiredly. You need a nap. Seonghwa can tell. “Do you want to go back to your room? We can lay around in the living room too. You don't have to, though.” he nods into his words. Caressing your chin with his thumb.

“All of them will be there.” he mumbles the rest, quietly over the running bath water. You nod your head, a smile coming to the surface. “yes, that sounds nice” you huff. A nice comfy couch full of your boys completing surrounding you? Sounds like heaven. “Okay angel, we'll go,” Seonghwa smiles, his eyes guiding to your lips. He lands a soft kiss there.

Seonghwas clothing fits like a glove. After he cleaned you up, and you both rinsed off once more, he took it upon himself to dress you in his comfiest clothing. You would know. You steal the same clothes often. His oversized fluffy white sweater is spacious enough you don't feel claustrophobic. His white loose pants have a silky texture, something you know will give you some freedom to move. Along with your matching bra and undie set, you don't know when he picked it out.

His cheeky grin is something you shake your head at. And lastly, a pair of socks. He must truly be trying to make you look like an angel, cause you're dressed in all white currently.

“Are you trying to make me look like your angel?” You ask, teasingly, leaning your head back against his shoulder, his hand threads through your scalp. Quick kisses placed along your chin, circling around and then your lips. He's dressed in all black, a contrast to you. Seonghwa knows his colors. He grins into his kisses.

“Maybe, or you look good in white” he doesn't give you a proper answer, his hands wrapping around your waist and pushing you forward. The door swings open thanks to you, it's a lot colder in the hallway than it is in the bathroom. Your hand falls over his on your waist, threading your fingers over his. A slight chill crawling down your spine when he pushes you two on.

As soon as the living room comes into view. You're scanning, the only person on the couch is Yeosang. He seems to notice you two, sitting up to lean against the couch, a pleasantly surprised look on his face. Seonghwa unwraps his hands from your waist,

Equally confused that all of the guys are gone. You're bouncing on the ball of your feet. Making your way over to yeosang with a shy grin. “Hi” he says, eyes gleaming with fondness. He's reaching his hand out, subtly, fingers wiggling over the arm rest.

You crawl under his lean arms, fully burying yourself into his side and breathing his scent in. You're very comfortable until he turns away, taking his attention with him as he addresses seonghwa. The said male turns to look over his shoulder just as he's about to enter the kitchen.

“Hongjoong told me to have you call” his hand falls over your waist, tugging you gently into him some more. He's telling you he's still here with you, subtly. “What for?” Seonghwas surprised voice echoes from the kitchen.

“Don't know, he didn't say.” he shrugs, turning back to look at you. A small but gentle smile crawling over his lips. “Hey, i missed you” he says in a small way. Shyly pulling his lips into a grin. You lean up to nose his jaw as close as you can reach. “Miss you more” you smile. “Where did the guys go?” You ask, snuggling into his side. His hand comes up to thread through your hair. “Out, they'll be back sometime soon” he answers you, looking down at your quickly relaxing figure.

Hongjoongs got a lot going on lately. It's pressure, a lot like usual. Immediately after you had been taken away for your bath and he got the guys separate from each other. His phone was buzzing, blinking the screen off the kitchen counter. He stalked over and immediately hit the answer button. Someone on the other side who he wasn't expecting. The security he had felt moments ago had been washed away in an instant.

How could schedule conflicts intercept your heat sanctuary booking? It makes no sense to hongjoong as he sits and thinks about it, phone pressed closer to his ear. He's leaning over the counter, head down. He doesn't know what to do exactly, would you want him to find you a different heat sanctuary? Or would you prefer the apartment? Home. The specific one seonghwa had picked out was completely secure, double, triple checked and official. Luxurious too. Most celebrities with omega sex use that specific heat sanctuary. It's completely secure. No press whatsoever.

But this is complicated now. Hongjoong has got to figure something out. He's got, a bit, of a plan. Search for heat sanctuaries and make sure they're safe for you. He's got jongho, yunho, mingi- for some reason he didn't trust mingi- wooyoung and San. The same goes for those two. Yunho's driving. Hongjoongs in the passenger seat, jongho behind the driver, wooyoung behind hongjoong, San in the middle, and lastly, in the final row, mingi is placed in the back. He lost the bet on the way to the van.

They've already visited about five places. Jongsik has taken time out of his day to help them look, he's got two places down so far. It's not enough, and it's not easy hiding identities. Hongjoong has already gotten the most stressed out he can be. He really doesn't know why he's so stressed. Maybe the possibility of making his potential-future-current ma-girlfriend upset has him uneasy. He's got to provide like you asked.

The buzzing from the guys in the back seat has joong anxious, drowning out their words in the back of his mind. It pools and it settles, eating away at his thoughts. The highway is a blur of bright sun and reflections gleaming off cars. His phone, the saving grace, rings.

“Hello?” he says, It's answered quickly. Seonghwas voice calls his name on the other side. Relief relaxes his bones. “Hey, where did-” “is she nearby?” He's begging for an answer. Seonghwa shuffles on the other side. “no, she's on the couch with yeosang” perfect. “Look, her heat sanctuary reservation got canceled at the last minute. They- they misbooked her for two months in advance- I don't understand how it-”

“Hongjoong.” Seonghwa stops his rambling with a hard call of his name. “We can figure this out, just come back, all of you.” seonghwa is convincing, cause then, hongjoong let's out the sigh he has been holding for a while.

Somehow mingi must have picked up on the call. He's already watching the car turn around and head home. Where they'll have to talk about it with seonghwa, your primary caretaker for your heat, and figure something out. Mingi didn't understand the sudden panic coming from the captain. Yes, it's stressful. But wouldn't you prefer being at home anyways? It would do you good to just stay in the comfort of the apartment in his opinion.

Unbeknownst to him, jongho is thinking the same thing. They've been at this for at least a solid two hours. You must miss them by now. And he definitely misses you. He misses not sitting next to sans bulky shoulders. He's going down the list of things he'd prefer than being in a cramped van, and you're most of them. He'd prefer being with you on the couch, cuddling, being touchy, maybe napping. Something ridiculous like that, Jongho didn't think he'd associate himself with domesticity. But he doesn't mind if it's you. He welcomes it, if it's coming from you.

Yunho has been the observer this while, quiet, unnervingly quiet, actually. Even Wooyoung and San debated a second ago about it. Ever since he asked his first couple of questions, he's stuck to just letting everyone else do what they're doing. This ride feels pointless but it's indeed Important. He just wonders why hongjoong didn't pull seonghwa aside and explain the situation at the apartment. But then again, Yunho realizes your heat is supposed to hit today. So that must be why the captain is freaking out. Trying to help in any way he can. There's really no guarantee you're okay with being at home. Yunho would hope you preferred the apartment. But it was your idea to be at the heat sanctuary. So, it's gonna cause chaos when they find out it's been canceled.

It really isn't his place to voice that though, he's not your primary caretaker. Seonghwa is. And if he has to say something then- he will. He'll say it to seonghwa. Because currently, hongjoong is sweating bullets in the passenger seat. Yunho doesn't want to stress him out anymore. The drive back is silent, buzzing with unspoken energy. Wooyoung and San are even whispering, debating, loud enough for everyone to hear. You are on the tip of their tongues as they talk. No one says anything about it, they're voicing the same concerns everyone has had up until that moment. “Do you think she wants to be home for it?” Wooyoung asks and san huffs. “I don't know, I can't read her mind” he sighs into his words, pouting.

Yeosang has been great company, he's perfect actually. He holds you close and talks about the movie with you, a jurassic park movie. One of the older ones, after scouring all of the apps, he finally took the remote from you and put one on. Dragging you into him, you've got your head on his lap. As he strokes your hair, watching the movie with focused attention.

With one of the throw blankets hanging off the two of you. Your eyes have already closed once, but when he moved his thigh you twitched them back open. Sleepily watching the movie. Behind your head, he has been watching you most of the time. Watching your shoulders fall with every breath. You shift your feet to curl up further, tugging your head closer to him. Sighing every so often. Yawning as well. Yeosang knows you're tired.

He'd never admit it out loud but he tried to block out every event from the morning, he's got a keen sense of hearing. He had to excuse himself already to calm down. Yunho popped into their shared room last night, and for a second, yeosang debated with himself on asking if he could join you two for some after time. He didn't though. And as Yunho left without noticing he was awake, he fell into a thoughtless dream after.

But this is what he needs. You, so very close. Clueless to the mess the guys are trying to fix. Just relaxing into him. He doesn't know the last time you actually relaxed. You've been chaotically stressed for- well- forever. He might even say you have anxiety. The way you have melted into them at any affection for the past week makes his heart swell.

You deserve affection and praise. Yeosang likes this a lot. Just existing together. He hopes you could do this for the future, just relax with him. Not worry so much about things. You're not even the captain and yet, you're the most. doting of the group. practically the one who holds the weight of the group on your shoulders before events whenever you notice any one of them feeling crowded.

Maybe- he thinks for a second, as his fingers caress over your neck, along your collarbone. Maybe you've always had this second sex deep down.

Bodies shuffle through the front door, the jingle of keys echoing as they clatter against the key dish. Your head doesn't prop itself from yeosangs’s lap. You're most definitely asleep. His hand goes to cover your exposed ear at the loudness. Looking up from over the TV to the entrance. Just as san rounds the corner, yeosang is gesturing him to being quiet. His face lights up when he sees you, contrary to the confused look he had before. He takes the spot opposite yeosang, towards the end of your feet. His hand sliding up to pat your calf. “How long has she been asleep for?” he never breaks his eyes from your face as he asks.

Yeosang does the same. “A bit” he nods to confirm. The couch begins to get crowded, Yunho pops up against the space behind the couch, reaching over to pull the blanket further up your shoulders silently. Jonghos next, standing next to yunho. His arms lean over the back of the couch so he can watch Yunho pull the blanket up. And then there's mingi. Who is loudly stomping through the door with wooyoung.

Both arguing about well- probably nothing serious. Your once serene sleeping face scrunches as the discussion meets your ears. Loud shushes come from the guys just as yeosang grimaces. Jongho leans away to scold Mingi. As san does the same. Getting up from his spot on the couch gently so as to not wake you. Hush whispers and apologies filling the living room over the volume of the TV.

Hongjoong is at seonghwa's door as soon as he sees he isn't in the living room. You're fast asleep and he did watch your face for a second before he left to talk to the dark haired guy. Seonghwa lets him in. As soon as he steps through the door hongjoong is explaining his point of view. Where they were. What they were doing.

“It's okay, I had a backup, they take last minute reservations.” Seonghwa reassures him. Reaching for the stack of papers on his bed. “We talked about it that day, remember?” It's a bit of a blur but. Yes, Joong remembers when they sat around your door that day. A phone call that lasted fifty minutes. He takes a seat on seonghwas bed with him. Confirming with a “Yeah, I do”

Seonghwa slips a piece of paper towards joong. Tapping on one of the lines. It's in seonghwas writing. Notes from that day. Contacts for the heat sanctuary, a line of three. Backups, he assumes. “I haven’t placed the reservation yet.” seonghwa, says. Biting on his bottom lip gently. Joong fiddles with the papers between his fingers.“I was thinking we could ask if she would want to stay here for her heat” hongjoong says.

Seonghwas eyes shoot open in surprise. He thinks for a second, nodding his head after. His eyes come up to make contact with hongjoongs.

“it doesn't hurt to ask”

Mingi stands completely rigid at the end of the hallway, the majority of the guys are the same. Standing back against the wall as they watch you work at tugging the blankets and pillows across the living room. It's a strange sight, you on your knees, tossing left and right. Your forehead creases with the amount of focus you're putting into it. He left for two seconds to find his phone and you're already awake.

“Is she doing what I think she's doing?” He asks first. Just as you're sitting on your knees, looking around at the circle of blankets uncomfortably. Yunho, somehow, is the first to say something when he notices your expressions. “She needs more blankets. Get blankets! Pillows! Clothes, whatever- go” he pushes bodies into the hallway, most of them bump into mingi and get to spreading out.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong are still in hwas's shared room when suddenly the burst of san and mingi interrupt their discussion. The clatter of people in the hallway has them concerned, doors swinging open and bouncing off the wall, stomping of feet, what the hell is going on out there? San is tossing his blankets over his shoulder, pillows as well. Mingi, well- Mingi is grabbing anything he can fit in his arms.

There's the sudden sensation of knowing exactly what's going on. Cause as they watch for seconds as their members frantically pull their own scent covered blankets and sheets. Seonghwa and joong shoot up to do the same. Hongjoong feet skid to a stop in the hallway. You're in clear view. Kneading and pawing at the blankets. A frustrated pout over your lips. It's a cute sight until he completely bumps into jongho and wooyoung.

Clothing spiraling out of their hands and mixing along the floor. Jongho isn't cursing out hongjoong, just in general when he bends down to pick up what he can. Dumping it just outside the sacred ring of your makeshift nest, like an offering. Wooyoung on the other hand, is whining about how his clothes and jonghos clothes are now mixed up. He hates that. As well as coming in second when he completely drops his clothes closest to the line that's your nest.

Jongho childishly sticks his tongue out at wooyoung. Wooyoung does the same. Pushing the younger members shoulder.

You reach out of the circle. Debating on whose clothing to grab first, your hand hovers. But it then pulls back to pry on your bottom lip. Thinking. Your eyebrows scrunch. You're very cute at this moment, jongho and wooyoung both think so. Wooyoung is a bundle of impatience while jongho’ hands twitch every so often together. When you reach out again, you grab both of their ankles.

Surely, they weren't expecting that. Quite literally did you pick both, you're now pulling them into the circle with tough yanks. They both don't waste a second, entering the sacred area that is your nest. They've never been let into a nest, so they really don't know what to do, standing awkwardly in a mix of their own scents. “Off” you point to their shirts.

Perhaps the freshness of their scents is why you want their shirts. You don't have to ask twice. Wooyoung almost sloppily pulls off his full top over his head, a graphic hoodie. Whilst jongho, completely pulls his shirt off with minor hesitation and hands it to you, you smile. Shoving your face into it. Wooyoung, finally able to, gets his hoodie and shirt off in one go.

He hands it to you as soon as you look up, face beaming up at him so brightly, he swears his heart skips a beat. You go to shove the shirts and hoodie into the outer layer of the nest, adding to the wall. You stop abruptly, looking back up at the two men who stare in wonder. The dropping of a zipper sliding against the wood floor has them jumping. “Why are you in the circle!.. where are your shirts-” San whines pointing fingers accusingly at the two men, a pile of his and mingis clothing and blankets stack like a mountain on the floor. Mingi is pouting aswell, bending down to look at you.

“Can I help?” He asks urgently, nodding his head, hand reaching out towards the edge of the nest. You take a second, staring, mingi is sweating. He wants to help, wants you to say yes, he can be good, can keep his hands to himself, he can provide like a good alpha. “Will you help me?” you bite your bottom lip. You reach for his hand, pulling him in. Mingi gets to work, lining up the edges with clothes he brought. “No fair! I want to help!” Wooyoung whined, dropping down to his knees in front of you. “Mega, I can help right?” “Me too!” jongho interjects, dropping down on his knees as well. Wooyoung shoots him daggers over his shoulder.

You smile, and hand them the clothing you've grabbed. San is busy pouting, arms crossed over his chest. He's got an ego at the moment and he doesn't feel like begging, too busy watching the other guys smooth out clothing. Your soft hands reach to pet over his crossed arms, unfurling them and pulling him inside the circle with the gentleness san is melting at. The others are too busy building the edges to notice he was pouting seconds before.

Lost in their own corners. You pull him down and tug him to the free space on the nest. It's big enough for everyone to have their own corners. Enough to have the space. “The furniture is in the way” you pout, grabbing his hands in yours. “Will you move it please?”

Wow, the way sans moves so quickly. You would have said he turned into the flash. His hands are pushing the extremely large center table. Yunho has to stop him with a hand on the other end, tossing his clothes to the side. San perks up, hands on his hips as he stands tall opposite of the other alpha. “She asked me, not you,” he brags, it doesn't cause any harm. Yunho laughs.

“I'm sure she doesn't mind, right ‘mega?” You perk at his call, looking over your shoulder from next to mingi. “don't fight” you huff, pouting. They shake their heads. “We'll play nice” San waves his hand, trying to push your worries away. He's actually thankful that Yunho showed, he might have thrown his back out if he didn't. Yunho helps san as the center table is pushed as far to the wall as it could go, as well as the couch, pushed towards the window to make room. As soon as they're done they're joining you in the nest, bumping shoulders to open the area.

Yeosang, seonghwa, and hongjoong come last. Meticulously chosen clothing and blankets in hand. “I'm glad I vacuumed '' seonghwa grimaces, the floor isn't the best place. In his opinion, you all should just move just because he doesn't deem it good enough for you. That really is the alpha in him talking. Hongjoong moves on, doesn't even acknowledge it. He places his clothes down as he squats, calling your name for your attention. He reaches his hand out.

“Joongie'' you smile, fingers slipping into his own. Your pupils are blown, must be in omega mindspace cause as soon as you grab him you're digging your face into his neck, he giggles at the sensation. You pull back and peck his lips. Rubbing your nose against his. “Come!” You beckon seonghwa and yeosang as well, making a grabbing motion.

You've got a giant circle going, it spans almost the entire living room. The sheets are the first layer in the center. Followed up by piles of clothing on the edges, and lastly blankets folded for comfort. no one questions how everyone has removed their shirts. You've got all of their missing clothing in your grasp, draped across you as you work your fingers at pulling a blanket over the tilted sideways couch, it's like a little cave, big enough for two just in case you want to hide out in there.

You're making excited noises by the end of it. Like you just decorated and finished your most important project. Smile so big, that everyone is copying you. Watching you with fondness. You've told each of them at a time that their spots are perfect. They love the praise.

“You did amazing omega, It looks perfect” yunho scoots on over, pulling himself around your back, hands wrapping around your waist. He can't help it. You're just so giggly and cute at the moment. So squishy. He loves it. He kisses the junction of your shoulder and neck. You lean back into him, curling your hand around his hair. Preening at the affection.

Hongjoongs head falls on your lap, laying between your thighs. “You put a lot of work into it. Didn't you?” he praises, clapping his hand over your face gently. Pulling you down into him. A type of upside down spider kiss ensues, innocent and sweet. And maybe the other guys are staring, it's hard not too. You're beautiful. You're breathtaking.

You're relaxed. It's rare to see so. The only time you've looked relaxed in a month is when you're borderline sleepy or banged out. Which, only one of those things has become common recently. Sex really is a good stress reliever. Or maybe it's being close to them. Letting yourself feel comfortable with the affections of your group members.

You haven't left the nest since it was made, seonghwa has to lure you to the corner so you don't get any snacks or crumbs on the pile. Each guy has come and gone in it, most recently San who pulled you onto his chest so he can nap, safe to say it was the best nap in his life. Jongho is asleep across from you in the little couch cave. Yeosang took sans spot next, painting your nails with scentless polish, just talking with you.

He's got a soft orange to match his own black nails. Halloween-esk themes. You watch his face as he does so, focusing hard. The background chatter of the guys makes you buzz with comfort. Wooyoung has a hand on your thigh as he watches his phone. Scrolling mindlessly.

“Yeo” you call softly, the top of the nail polish being placed on the bottle as he looks up through his eyelashes. He twists it tight, tapping and shaking it in his hand. He hums to answer you, you smile gently. His hand has a soft hold on your own, showcasing the tips of your fingernails to him. “Can we.. Can I..” You mumble on, a bit flustered. Yeosang nods gently, encouraging you on. You look down at his lips. Squishy and plush from him biting on them while he focused. Your hand reaches up, the one he holds. He tugs it back between you before you can place it on his face.

He's leaning down before you can ask, softly applying his lips to yours. Sighing into you. He's been waiting for this. So long. His own hand curls around your arm. Keeping you grounded in front of him as he leans in. Guiding your kiss with his own slow paced one, lips moving in tandem. He's soft and gentle, letting you relax into him. He pushes you back more with his own movements, but his hand holds you close.

He pulls away, eyeing your reaction. Just a small smile afterwards, the tiniest of grins. He's shaking the polish again, gripping your right hand so he can paint that side. Your face feels hot, flush. You'll never get used to kissing, possibly, ever. Not when they're so romantic about it.

“What about me, huh?” Wooyoung speaks up, his fingers pulling at the bottom of your pants. You turn to look at him, almost forgetting he was there. He sits up on his arm expectantly, tilting his head, a smirky pout on his lips. You huff. Leaning forward. He happily closes the distance. Taking your face in his larger palm.

Wooyoung kiss is much faster than yeosangs. He's got you parting for him before you can react, swallowing your sighs in his greedy mouth. Even though you're the one leaning down to kiss him, he's got you doing what he wants. Nibbling on your bottom lip and sucking air every time he pulls back. He's messy, sloppy, licking up the saliva he pulled from you. One more sloppy kiss on your glossy lips. Before he pulls his mouth away and smirks. His finger swipes along your lip. Glancing between it and you.

What do you do with yourself now?

“Hot” Wooyoung smiles at your reaction. Bingo. He's got a massive ego. You're dazed, eyebrows shot up and licking the gloss from your lips. He pats your thigh, turning away to go back on his phone. Satisfied. Yeosang huffs under his breath, a soft laugh. Before he's pulling your hand back between his and guiding the tip of the polish down your fingernail again. It takes you a second to recoup. Hot and bothered. The contrast between the two of them shows.

Mingi decides it's his turn to step into the nest, carefully walking over the wall of clothes with his massive body. He takes his seat behind you, watching his lanky arms, his head falling over your shoulder. “Seonghwa wants to know how you're feeling,” Mingi asks, a bit flushed when he looks down at your hands. ‘How you're feeling’ really means ‘do you need dick now or later?’ And, maybe that urgent feeling is crawling back up. Just resting in the pit of your gut and bubbling. “Mm.. I'm okay for now” you shift, turning your head at him. A few seconds ago, you would have said differently. “You sure?” He looks up through his lashes as he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder. Certainly smelling your scent and how it's more prominent.

“For now” you repeat. Smiling shyly. You kiss his temple, as far as you can reach. He leans his head up to nudge your nose with his, capturing your lips easily. He's leaning down into you, taking your breath away. It's a simple kiss, a soft dance. He pulls away. He can't indulge right now. But he wants to. He kisses your neck once, standing up to take his leave and report back to seonghwa and hongjoong.

A lot has just happened, you're sure this confirms everything so far. You mean- everything you hope.

“i.. are we dating now?” wooyoung's phone audibly stops. Yeosangs finger stops the brush. You gulp, don't even look up from the brush on the edge of your fingertip. It's not a second later that wooyoung laughs. “we're practically married,” he huffs, shuffling to lay his head on your thigh. A contrasting smile to your shocked face. “you can't get rid of us now” yeosang’s grin can be heard through his words, continuing to work the brush, gathering the glooped polish.

And maybe wooyoung does want to marry, there's nothing wrong with it. He didn't see himself getting married anytime soon. Mating either. He'd do both of those things with you in a heartbeat. He followed rumors of you as a trainee. Even leaving hybe to join the same entertainment as you. He was determined to meet you. Because of it, he got yeosang to become a secret fan of you as well. Maybe, wooyoung is a bit of a creep, but he really, really liked you, even before debut.

Yeosang knows this, how his best friend was almost completely infatuated with you. A giant crush that made yeosang join him. They're probably your first fanboys. No, they're definitely your first fanboys.

Mingis walk to the kitchen is a giddy one. He feels the taste of you on the tip of his tongue. Buzzing him with electricity. He's a starved man, dying for your affection. Any type of crumb gets him excited. Like he's about to perform. He takes a deep breath before he enters the kitchen. Glancing at Hongjoong sit at the counter, laptop propped up on his lap. San is helping Seonghwa cook. Yunho as well. All of them are doing their own thing.

It's the domesticity that gets to him. He really doesn't see his life any other way. This is his pack. Forever. Joongs eyes catch mingis, popping half a strawberry in his mouth. “What's with that look?” Joong asks. But he knows. Mingi knows he knows. Cause that subtle look on his smirking features is a dead giveaway. “Nothing,” Mingi mumbles, scratching the back of his head, turning an eye so as to avoid his question.

“How is she?” Seonghwa asks from over his shoulder. “she said she's okay for now” he enhances the end. There's a huff of laughter coming from joongs end. “For now” he repeats, turning in his chair. Everyone in the kitchen glances at him, different swirls of emotions on each of their faces. “What does that mean?” San asks. Cluelessly.

Yunho laughs. Airy and deep. Preparing the side dishes for dinner.

“Means she's gonna need taken care of soon”

Semi-proofread c': thank you all!

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eight alphas, one omega

ot8 mafia! alpha! ateez x omega! reader

guys why did this take me so long 😭

taglist: (comment to join) @likeathunderoverflow @pixie0627

word count: 428

warning: reader is sexually abused, (not ateez) but it doesn’t go into detail, reader bites hongjoong.

in a different world, there are alphas and omegas.

alphas are dominant, and are IMPOSSIBLE to tame. omegas are submissive, and so easy to tame. alphas and omegas are NOT defined by gender. there are female alphas and male omegas. alphas will ALWAYS have the ability to breed omegas, regardless of gender. omegas are always available to be breeded, regardless of gender. but. there’s one rule you have to remember. if an omega is marked by an alpha already, they cannot  be breeded by any other alphas. an omega  has to be marked in order to breed an alphas’ children. you are an omega. you were born in an alley, and  were dropped off in an adoption center. and since then, you have waited for someone to adopt you. the owner of the shelter’s son, an alpha manipulated you into being attached to him and forced you to suck his dick and used to fuck you. he didn’t mark you because he was scared. because when an alpha marks an omega, it’s announced to the alpha and omega community. and he did NOT want that at all. that was until they came in. the mafia alphas. ateez. they were looking for an omega for them to share. and they found you. wooyoung was especially attracted to you, and would come to visit you daily.but the rest of the members were still on the fence about adopting you, but the that was until they found out you were being abused by the owners son. you had overshared with wooyoung about what the son was doing, and he went home alarmed. he told the members and they realized adopting you was a MUST. they got it done immediately. but there was one issue. your “caretaker” the owners son, told you that those 7 men were bad. because you told him wooyoung was your friend, he said he was okay. so that’s why when hongjoong picked you up, you bit him. it didn’t hurt, but they realized they had to train you to be nice. but that was two years ago. now you are snuggled up in yeosang’s lap while mingi is stroking your hair. “look at you bunny. all snuggled up with us. i remember when you used to bite us.” seonghwa says. “sorry hwahwa” you say, which makes all the guys melt. “don’t worry bunny. it didn’t even hurt.” yunho says, looking at you lovingly. san kisses your forehead as he sees you falling asleep and jongho covers you in your favorite blanket. everything was at peace. for now.

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mommy!! i saw this on x and immediately thought of you🤭 💕

https://x.com/lownelyyyyy/status/1862796246257123354?s=19

bunny hwa for the win🤧🩷

Want a Hwa bunny, my dirty little ones?

We can do that, but can you handle my bunny Seonghwa, or rather the Park triplets?

Hongjoong hires you to be the caretaker of his elite, rare bunnies hybrid while he travels the world for his job.

And the bunnies are absolutely gorgeous, but Hongjoong forgot to tell you a few things:

They are very tactile

They have a passion for luxurious lingerie and silky clothes

And most importantly, these bunnies have an incredible sexual appetite.

Or, you deep throat the cock of the pink-haired cutie Hwaseong, while his twin brothers - platinum blonde Hwa and burning brunette Seonghwa - greedily lick your pussy.

[james-is-here]

Well needed ✨WIP LIST✨

For your sake and mine 😅 Just makes it easy. (Shit, I have more than I realized 😳)

Blue is in progress, Purple is TBD, Pink link is finished

From or For @succubus-hansol

Hyunlix dance practice smut

Feminine JiLix smut (Mentions poly skz)

Agere Seungmin with caretaker reader fluff

Jeongin in a skirt with Seung-Mn smut

Binnie brainrot smut

Seungmin, Jeongin, Minho, and reader smut

Puppy hybrid Seungmin

manhandling Seungmin

Jeongin & Mn comfort Seungmin fluff

Maknae Mn takes care of his Seungmin Hyung smut

Jeongin goes live and Seung-Mn tease him smut

Hyunjin brainrot

From Anons and others

Ceo Mn x Hongjoong from 🎀

Goody Felix x bad boy Mn from 🪽

Mn and Innie date night smut from 🩷

Pirate Hongjoong x Siren Mn from 🖤

Kingdom au for 🖤

Mn w/puss x Seonghwa from 🐈‍⬛

Agere Mn x Chan from 🐈‍⬛

Hyunjin and Minho make it up to Mn smut from 🐰🔪

SeungBin smut from @heartbinn

Sugar Daddy Felix fluff from anon

pwrbttm Mn x Princess Mingi from anon

Jisung & Mn have been apart for too long smut from anon

Mute Mn x San Soulmate au angst/fluff from anon

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Take Care of Me Chapter 2: Remember when?

Chapter mood board:

Chapter word count: 10.2K (I'm sorry I was on a roll lol)

Chapter warnings: Cursing, trauma, tox relationships, toxic men, emotional abuse, gaslighting, abandonment, family issues, pregnancy, Seonghwa was NOT a good person in the past sorry lol

Smut warning: Masturbation, kissing, assisted masturbation, use of sex toy, oral sex (Fem recieving), cum eating, squirting, begging, breast play, fingering, heavy yearning, tipsy sex mentioned

Minors DNI

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This had to be a joke, right? No way was this real life. No way was the guy that was just knuckles deep in your pussy 2 days prior standing at your doorstep about to become your new caretaker. You stood there silently then Jonathan spoke again.

"Is everything okay Ms. Y/N ? Were we disturbing you, because if so, we can come back later."

"Um...no I just, thought your nephew looked familiar at first but nope I've never met him ha-ha." You said frantically "I'm working from home today so I'll be around to help your nephew so you can head back Jonathan." Thank goodness you had the option to work from home or from the office when you so pleased. When Rina originally told you about this you didn't really care since you spend the day doing the same boring thing but, in your PJs, instead of work clothes which sounded worse.

"You're all dressed up though Miss, are you sure?"

"Yes, yes we'll be fine, Wooyoung come in."

Wooyoung continued to smile as he stepped past his uncle into the house.

"Uncle John I'll be fine; I'm sure Ms. Y/N will help me with everything I'll need."

Jonathan’s face became relieved, he was afraid that the two of you wouldn't get along, but your warm facade has tricked him good, he waves the both of you off and leaves, you and Wooyoung see him off with a smile then you close the door.

Wooyoung softly bites his lips and pushes you into the door.

"Well princess looks like I got you to myself once again, shall we finish what we started that night?"

You slowly pushed him back.

"Yeah no, that's not what's going to happen, why the hell are you here?"

"My uncle didn't tell you? He needed a replacement and I just mo-"

"Yes, Jonathan told me, but it still doesn't explain why the guy that I did that kind of thing with is now my caretaker."

"Oh, you mean because we were about to fuck?”

You shook your head at Wooyoungs vulgarness, trying to wake yourself up from this dream or nightmare.

“Look, I’m not sure how long this is going to be the arrangement but starting today we are going to forget that that night ever happened okay?”

Wooyoung once again smiled with his foxlike face and stepped back putting his hands up in a surrendering pose.

“Fine Beautiful, I’ll play along.”

“Thank you-“

“Though it sure will be hard for me to forget how good you taste.”

“Sh-shut up, and it’s not playing along, this is nothing more than a professional relationship got it?”

You started to get a bit flustered, you needed Jonathan the sweet old man to hurry the hell up and get back. You sigh and gather back up your work bag and head over to the door.

“Where are you off to lovely?” Wooyoung said while picking up Mister.

“I’m going to work still, and enough with the nicknames, I told you this is a strictly professional relationship.”

Wooyoung giggled at you.

“Right, professional, have a good day at work boss.”

You walked out the door and headed to your car, instead of heading into the office you decided to go over to Rinas house since most of the days during the week she worked from home while Hongjoong was home and not traveling. You got to her front door and knocked, when the door opened you expected it to be your long-term friend but instead was greeted by your favorite frenemy, Hongjoong.

“Y/N, what’s up?”

“Hello, is Rina here?”

“No, she ran to the store, but her car shut off, I’m on my way out to grab her but she is the only one with a house key since I lost mine. You wouldn’t so happen to have the spare one she gave you, would you?”

“Oh no I don’t I leave that at home in my drawer.”

Hongjoong sighed and said, “Of course you do.” Under his breath.

“Look, do you mind just waiting here at the house until I get back with her? Then you two can have all the girl talks in the world.”

Hongjoong was kind of a dick but unlike his brother he was open and honest with his ways, he is the kind of guy that’s only nice to his mom and his girlfriend, which you kind of respected. Even Hongjoong and Seonghwa didn’t always get along, Hongjoong being the honest and blunt one while Seonghwa could lie and convince an orange that its purple. Hongjoong never liked his brothers’ sneaky ways, but he was always going to stick beside him because that is his brother, and he always puts family first. When Seonghwa told Hongjoong that you two had broken up because you didn’t support his dreams and because you were a selfish whore Hongjoong immediately knew that his brother wasn’t telling the full truth, however Hongjoong did watch his brother spiral into a deep depression the entire week before he left for Europe. He was so afraid Seonghwa would do something stupid while he was away all because you broke his heart. Ever since then he was convinced that you broke up with his brother because you were probably just hurt that he was leaving because he knew you to be clingy to Seonghwa. He didn’t know you were clingy because Seonghwa made you feel like he was all you had in this world. You never bothered trying to explain everything to Hongjoong because the next time that you seen him, him and Rina had started dating, you’d much rather not stir the pot between the two of them and just left him hating you as is.

“Yeah, sure I’ll wait here.”

You walked in with your laptop bag and Hongjoong left out, you figured you’d get some work done while you waited. About 45 minutes goes by and you hear a car pull into the driveway, you thought that that was fast and was just happy that Rina was okay. You didn’t hear a second car or a tow truck, so you assumed that the couple had Rina’s car taken to a mechanic. You continued to work then the door unlocked and opened you were seated in the living room and got up to head over to welcome your friend home in the cute way you two usually do.

“My love you’ve returned home safely.”

You entered the foyer of the house and your eyes got wide, the person that had entered your friend’s house was Seonghwa he was taking off his shoes and looked at you with his gorgeous smile.

“Well, hello dear, thank you for the warm welcome.”

“Seonghwa, I-I thought you were Rina…”

“Aw well that sucks, and here I was getting all warm inside hearing you call me your love again.”

The embarrassment hit you like a ten-ton truck but all you could do is move forward.

“Right, sorry about that, have you heard from your brother and Rina?”

You said walking back to the living room to sit down and calm your embarrassment, you picked your laptop back up and continued to work. Seonghwa followed you into the living room and sat next to you giving you some space on the couch so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, they said they were waiting on AAA to come and see what the issue was with the car.”

Silence filled the room because you didn’t want the conversation to continue and you and your ex end up the same way you were in the club on Saturday, gazing into each other’s eyes and you losing your self-control.

“What are you working on on your laptop?”

“I’m just getting caught up on this project from work.”

“Ah, I see, Rina tells me you and her work at the same marketing firm, and you have a really high up position, I’m happy for you Y/N.”

 “Thank you.”

“…She also told me that you told her that we broke up because we “Couldn’t see eye to eye” about me going to Europe.” He said with finger quotes.

You again chose to stay quiet on the matter, what were you meant to say to that statement? “Yeah, I lied so everyone doesn’t know that you’re an asshole?”. You felt like there was no right or wrong answer to that, so you stayed silent while typing on your laptop. Seonghwa accepted your silence and waited for a moment before swallowing and continuing.

“She told me that when we broke up you were devastated for a while and shut yourself out…she said that you really missed me and have only dated one person since we broke up and you changed a lot of yourself.”

God dammit Rina how much did you tell this guy? This was just something you had to deal with honestly, Rina was a hopeless romantic that only wanted everyone she loved to have a love story too. You loved her harmless attempts at making sure you find the love of your life, a year after you and Seonghwa broke up she started setting you up on blind dates, with either guys she met at the diner, guys at the office or one time even one of Hongjoongs friends. Yeosang from work thought he had to go on the date, or he was going to be fired, but once you explained he had a choice he let you know he wasn’t interested, Mingi, Hongjoongs friend was loud and flashy, your exact opposite, he ghosted you after 2 weeks and told Hongjoong you were kind of boring. Then the guy from the diner, Yunho, He was sweet and actually stuck for a bit, you two started to casually date, even got as far as you two having sex twice then he told you that he felt like your heart wasn’t in the relationship, turns out he just wanted to get back with his ex. After that you told Rina to stop trying to set you up and that you’d find a guy when the time came. 2 years later and you’re sitting here with your ex, days after letting a stranger that ended up being your caretaker finger you until you couldn’t see straight. Wow, what an awesome love life indeed. Closing your laptop, it’s no running from this conversation anymore, you had to deal with this now.

“Yeah Seonghwa, I did take our breakup hard how else was I supposed to feel.”

“You know we didn’t have to break up though Y/N.”

You rolled your neck and shook your head.

“We didn’t? So, tell me what choice did I have? It was either stay with you and throw away the years I spent working on my future or break up.”

“You’re right…and I was wrong for making you choose between me and finishing school, but we could have worked something out.”

“Yet instead of working something out, you chose to berate me one last time before flying thousands miles away.”

He looked down as he recalled the things he said to you that day, Seonghwa then and Seonghwa now were 2 very different people. When Seonghwa flew to Europe he was still hurt about you breaking up with him, but he had to keep moving forward, about a week later he started his internship and got to work. He made friends and life went was going well, he started to meet new people, new business connections and best of all new women. He started the cycle of meeting women, sleeping with them, and disposing of them when they no longer piqued his interest. When that got boring, he wanted to try to take someone seriously he started to date a woman by the name of Alice, a very beautiful European woman he met during his internship, she did whatever he said and didn’t fight or question him. He even accepted a job at the company he interned for just so he could stay, but then the time passed, and he felt like something was missing. Alice didn’t make him happy; she slept with him and did everything for him, but the feel just wasn’t there, she just wasn’t you. During the most recent year he felt himself start to become bored of his life. A good paying job, a nice apartment, a dog, a beautiful woman, yet none of this compared to the feeling that he got when he was with you. He decided to see a therapist after him and Alice got into a fight and he called her your name, he realized that he hadn’t changed and needed to see someone about it.

After many sessions, Seonghwa knew what he had to do, he asked his brother about you and when Hongjoong refused to help you get back together, he knew his next step was to tell Rina that he was coming home to get you back. He flew in the day before and arrived at his brother’s house that night. He exclaimed that he needed to get his baby back and nothing could stop him. When he saw you sitting there in V.I.P all alone all he wanted to do was run over and kiss you and tell you how sorry he was and that he loved you, but he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He knew that this would require time and effort and hard work to get you back. When he spoke to you, hearing your voice again made him see heaven, his earth angel sitting right in front of him yet so far out of reach. He was determined to make you his once again, even if that meant proving to you that he was a changed man.

“Y/N, the things I said that day, they weren’t right and I’m sorry, you never deserved to have to deal with how I treated you all those years and I understand why you probably hate me, but I’ve changed really I have-“

As Seonghwa was talking the front door swung open and Rina burst into the living room.

“Ah, my eggy, my love, my queen you were here waiting for me to come home like a good wife.” She ran over to jump on you and hug, as she nestled into you, she looked over and realized that Seonghwa was there too, that’s when the heavy tension in the room hit her like a sack of bricks.

“Oh- sorry was I interrupting something?” She said as her eyes darted between you too.

Hongjoong walked in carrying Rinas shopping bags, looking annoyed and tired.

“Don’t be ridiculous Rina this is our house.” 

"Joongie stop being mean!"

He drops the bags by the door and enters the living room, huffing and puffing from having to lug all of Rinas shopping bags in.

"What do you have a tracking device on her or something? Why are you here all of a sudden Hwa?"

He said sternly.

"Hey that's not nice HJ, for all you know I could be here to see my favorite baby brother."

"1 I'm a grown man drop the baby and two we both know that’s a lie, what is it?"

"Joongie, you're being rude, stop it."

You looked around the room a bit confused, you felt tension in the room other then you and Seonghwas. Little did you know that Hongjoong and Seonghwa were not on the best terms. Prior to Seonghwa flying back home he called his brother that he only talked to 3 times a month to tell him how he wants to fly home just to get you back. Hongjoong had 2 issues with the plan though, 1 it involved you and 2 it was going to be a waste of time. Hongjoong hated wasted time or unnecessary efforts, he was a realist, if it didn't make sense to do why do it? He understood putting in efforts for love, he tried his damnedest to be home as much as possible to be with Rina. However, you and Seonghwa weren't him and Rina, you were two people that just shouldn't be together.  He just wanted you two to get over each other and move on, because that was better for everyone involved, that was healthier for everyone involved. Liked you or not he didn't want Seonghwa to hurt you again just as much as he didn't want his brother being hurt by you again.

"Listen Hongjoong, I'm just here to congratulate you two, I'm happy for you."

Your concerned looked turned to a puzzled one, congratulate them for what?

Rina got up and hit Hongjoong in the shoulder.

"Joongie, you told them already; I was going to wait for the ultrasound pictures, ugh why do I spend all that time showing you Pinterest boards."

"Ultrasounds?" you whispered to yourself.

"Ultrasounds? I meant congrats on the engagement, Rina, I didn't know you were pregnant."

"Engagement?" your eyebrows was arched as you stood up feeling like you're the most confused one in the room of mixed emotions.

"En...gagment?" Rina said, seemingly in a state of shock.

Hongjoong stood there staring at his brother in pure anger, he knew Seonghwa only said this to take the heat off himself, he sighed and rolled his eyes while shaking his head, not much to do but commit now.

"Yeah Ri, engagement." He walked off to the back room that they converted into a studio for Hongjoong to work from home and he came back with a small velvet box. He got down on one knee and you were speechless, what the hell is going on today?

"Rina, Marry me, okay?"

Rina was more speechless than you, she just stood in silence then timber she falls backwards, you swiftly moved in to catch her from behind while the two brothers stood in shock. You moved her over to the couch and laid her down.

"I'll go get her some water." Seonghwa said as he rushed to the kitchen.

Hongjoong walked over and kneeled to be by Rinas side.

"Careful with her stomach, she’s pregnant."

And there it was, the confirmation, your best friend was pregnant and became a fiancé all at once, well technically almost fiancé but the logistics don't matter right now. Rina started to come too, her site blurry and she started to get up while holding her head.

"Careful baby, take your time." Hongjoong said holding Rinas other hand.

"Joongie, was it a dream or did you really ask me to marry you?"

"It's true baby, I want you to marry me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and knowing that you have my baby in your belly right now just makes me want to be with you forever. I love you, Rina."

Hongjoong really loved Rina and it made you smile, if a hard ass like him can find love and figure it out maybe you could too. Rina hugged you and cried on your shoulders.

"Eggy, I'm getting married."

You slightly laughed at Rina and rubbed her back.

"I know Rina but I'm not the one you should be hugging right now and give Hongjoong a proper answer."

She released you then wiped some of her tears as she turned back to Hongjoong.

"Of course, I'll marry you Joongie I love you so much." She lounged and knocked him down on his butt as she continued to cry into his shoulders.

Seonghwa came back with the water and set it down on the coffee table. You took this moment as your time to head back home, you started to gather your things and headed toward the door, once you put your shoes on you Seonghwa was right behind you.

"Let me walk you out."

"Actually Hwa, hang back I have to talk to you." Hongjoong said from the living room. You chose not to get involved and left the house to go home.

"Rina, how about you go upstairs to wash up so I can take you out to celebrate."

Rina once again wiped her tears and nodded her head, looking almost child-like. She got up and headed upstairs to fix herself up and scream at becoming a fiancé. Hongjoong got up and as Seonghwa walked back into the room Hongjoong pushed him.

"Dude what is your fucking problem? I told you if you're going to really pursue Y/N again don't let it affect me and Rina. Why would you say something about me proposing? And don't say something dumb like you really thought I already did it."

"I know I shouldn't have, I'm sorry HJ but I didn't want Y/N knowing I was only here for her, I needed it be seem random."

"So you reveal my plans to propose to cover yourself? I thought you said you changed."

"I have but sometimes even trained dogs can pee on carpets." Seonghwa said shrugging his shoulders because he was out of excuses.

"Fuck you Hwa, don't do it again."

Hongjoong sat down on the couch and relaxed his tense body.

"Didn't you and Y/N fuck again already, how are you still trying to win her back."

"No we haven't done anything yet, but god I'd love too, do you see how she's built now?"

"Wait, if you and her weren't fucking, what happened to you two on Saturday?"

"We took one shot then she ran off to go to the bathroom."

"That’s weird, when she came back, she had this really fucked out expression on her face and her hair was kind of messed up. She said she had gotten sick from the drinks, but her face and behavior said otherwise."

Seonghwa scoffed at his brothers’ accusations.

"As if Y/N would fuck some guy at the club over fucking me, your trust issues are showing little bro."

"Maybe, but that doesn't explain where the hell you went."

Seonghwa sat down at the other end of the couch and scratched his head.

"Weellll about that, you know Rina’s friend Yuna? Well when she said she had to leave early because she forgot to feed her cat she actually took me back to her place and well."

He shrugged his shoulders in a comical way.

"Wait I thought you came here for Y/N, why are you banging other chicks, and why the hell would you fuck someone else in the friend group?"

Hongjoong said as he slow panned toward his brother. No matter how hard he tried he just could not understand what could possibly be going on in his brother’s mind.

"Hear me out okay, when Y/N left VIP, Yuna came over to get another drink and we introduced ourselves, I made sure she had no ties with Y/N, and it was smooth from there. Just because I'm pursuing Y/N doesn't mean I can't get my rocks off too."

Hongjoong shook his head once again.

"Whatever man, I'm going to get dressed so I can take my Fiancé out, once again thanks a lot dick, are you staying here?"

"No, but I'd love it if you gave me Y/Ns address so I can finish talking to her."

"Come on with the creepy shit Hwa, and why should I help you after today?"

"Come on bro, help your big brother out, I would hate for Rina to find out what happened when you came to visit me a year ago in Europe."

Hongjoongs eyes got wide as he was reminded of the horrible mistake he had made when he went to Europe to visit his brother. Rina and Hongjoong were on a small "break" because they weren't seeing eye to eye, during the break they agreed to not see anyone else and wait for each other. To help get over the small heart break Seonghwa invited his brother and some of their mutual friends to hang out with him in Europe. They partied, drank, and enjoyed their time there, on the last night Seonghwa invited a girl he was talking to at the time to his apartment told her to bring some friends. Her and her friends came and at first Hongjoong wasn't into it, he just wanted to be home with his Rina, one of the girls came to sit next to him and asked him why he looked so sad. Hongjoong normally wouldn't open up to people he doesn't know but 2 beers in you would do a lot. 1 conversation about how Rina is wrong and Hongjoong should be with a woman that does whatever he says and 4 beers later Hongjoong was putty in the girls’ hands. He was tipsy but he was coherent, he knew what he was doing and woke up the next day regretting it. Little did he know it was his own brother that organized this, he told his lady friend to bring a girl specifically for Hongjoong, he told her to go over and talk to him and even gave her a condom. He made sure his brother was drunk and could still consent and when he saw them leave the living room and go down the hall, he knew his plan worked.

It was nothing against Rina or the relationship, he just was a miserable person. You and him didn't work out, none of his other relationships worked out, why should anyone get to be happy when he couldn't. Looking back Seonghwa regrets letting it happen, but he still utilized the situation in this moment because in his logic, desperate times calls for desperate measures.

"Fine...but this is the last thing I'll help you with in this whole dumbass situation." Hongjoong said as he pulled out his phone and sent Seonghwa your address.

Seonghwa smiled as the notification noise dinged on his phone, he headed to the door.

"Thanks baby bro."

Once he left, he was on his way to you.

Meanwhile at your house, you pulled into your driveway and just sat there thinking about everything that has happened today. Your new caretaker has made you cum, your ex that made that caused you major trauma is back home and trying to prove he has changed, and your best friend was pregnant and engaged? This was the most eventful Monday you've ever experienced. As you're decompressing in your car Wooyoung comes out and knocks on your car window.

"Welcome home boss, you okay?"

You sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine, how was everything here?"

"It was fine, Mister is in the back playing and dinner is ready."

You looked at Wooyoung confused and checked your apple watch on your wrist, you now see that it was going on 6pm, you didn't even finish your work for the day but at least you're going into the office tomorrow.

"Wait dinner is ready? What did you order?"

"Yeah, my uncle says you like to order dinner from the same place every night but that’s gotta be boring after a while, so I just made something."

You grabbed your laptop bag and got out of the car and started to walk to the door.

"Look Wooyoung, I know you're supposed to be your uncle’s replacement but that doesn't mean I want you changing my routines."

You opened the door and walked into your home; an amazing smell of food hit your nose.

"I know but routines are no fun, besides won't you feel loved if you have a sexy man such as myself waiting with a hot cooked meal for you every day."

You turned to Wooyoung, and he winked at you. You looked around the house and was shocked to see everything still in one piece. You walked over to the kitchen and saw a pot on the stove. You removed the lid, and the smell of the dish made you want to dive into it and start swimming.

"That's Jjigae, it’s like a stew we make back home in Korea."

"...it smells good."

He brushed past you to get a bowl and a spoon.

"Go sit, I'll make you a bowl."

You sat down in your usual seat on the couch as he started to plate the food. When he came out, he stopped.

"No boss sit at the table."

You got up and sat at the table, Wooyoung put the bowl down in front of you and gave you your utensils. You thanked him for the meal and started to eat.

"Wow this is good, did you make this?"

He smiled at you as you enjoyed the food.

"Yeah, my mom taught me how to cook because she said she didn't want me to be useless when I get married."

"Well, she taught you well."

While you finished Wooyoung let Mister in the house, and you cleaned your dish in the sink, you decided to get changed into your usual lounge clothing of shorts and a sweatshirt with your college on it. When you returned to the living room Wooyoung was gathering his items to head home.

"Wait I don't hear your uncle outside, where are you going?"

"Oh, yeah I'm taking the bus home."

He looked over too you as he put his bookbag over his shoulders and started to put his shoes on.

"Well, I deposited your money into the account that your uncle gave me."

"You can cancel that, send it to my uncle still he needs it more than me."

"Wait but what will you do for money? Your uncle told me you needed this job for honest work."

"Aww boss are you worried about little ol' me? Seeing you in those shorts is already getting a rise out of me."

He shot a flirty smile your way and you won't lie it made your heart flutter a bit, damn was he handsome.

"N-no, I'm just making sure doing this job is worth it."

"Don't worry beautiful coming to see you every day is very worth it, plus I have my job at the club. I do more than finger sexy women in distress."

You met Wooyoung at the door to let him out and just as you were about to open the door, there was a knock. Who could that possibly be?

You opened your door to see Seonghwa with a small bouquet, great 2 guys that have been with you intimately in one room, just what every girl dreams of.

"Seonghwa?" you said in a shocked voice. How the hell did he even get your address.

"Y/N, are you busy? I wanted to talk to you about something." As he was looking at you, he looked up from you and saw the young man behind you.

"Who's this Y/N?" He asked instead of introducing himself, a sense of possessiveness washed over Seonghwa.

You turned to face Wooyoung and stuck your hand out to introduce him.

"This is Wooyoung, he's my caretaker, he helps around the house with my plants and dog and stuff."

Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a fake smile and wave, he remembered that name, that was the ex that made it possible for him to meet you that night.

"Hi, I'm Wooyoung"

"Seonghwa, Y/N can I have a moment with you...alone?"

Wooyoung walked past Seonghwa and out of the door.

"Don't you worry, I was just leaving, See you tomorrow Y/N, and Seonghwa, thanks for all your help."

He walked down the walkway and Seonghwa walked in and shut the door, confused on what the last part of Wooyoungs sentence meant, meanwhile it made you even more flustered.

“I got you these, I hope you still like carnations, I know they are your favorite.”

He handed you the bouquet, you took the beautiful flowers from him and with a slanted lip.

“My favorite flowers are peonies, but yeah come in I guess.”  You said as you walked over to the kitchen to grab you and him some water.

“Have a seat on the couch, I’m assuming you came here to talk to me?”

“You know me so well.” He said as he took a seat on the couch, Mister came over to sniff him.

“You got a dog and he’s black just like mine was when I lived in Europe.”

You walked back over with two cold bottles of water and handed on to him as you sat down, you were confused by his statement.

“What do you mean when you lived in Europe? Don’t you still live in Europe?”

Seonghwa took a deep breath and exhaled, he needed to lay everything out on the table now.

“Look Y/N, I’m going to get this all out now, I love you more then you know, hell more than even I know… how I treated you when we were together was not okay at all and I can’t ever excuse my actions and if I had the ability to take them back I would, but I can’t. That’s why I’m here now, here to say…”

He paused, he was hesitant about what his next words should be, but he couldn’t risk coming all this way for nothing, Seonghwa wanted his girl back.

“To say what Hwa?”

“To say…I need you back Y/N. I sat in Europe for these past years regretting letting you go, I had to come back for you, I packed up and got a job in town and found an apartment. I want us to work Y/N, there is no one out there for me except you.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, was this really happening? This wasn’t some kind of dream or nightmare. Maybe you could pinch yourself to see if you would wake up. Was the man you spent 4 years of your life loving unconditionally sitting her asking for you back after breaking your heart and leaving you behind?

Prior to Seonghwa leaving for Europe, back when you started your Senior year of college, things had become a bit rocky in the relationship. Your schedule had lightened up since you took on extra classes in the summer so you could spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend, Seonghwa had gotten a small job working for a local company and an apartment that was 45 minutes away from campus. He never bothered trying to come see you on campus because he was “Too busy with work” or “too tired from work.” He did however find the energy to come on campus to go to parties that he never told you he attended, usually Rina or your other friends would tell you he was there and would be shocked that you didn’t know. He would tell you that wasn’t him or that he was only stopping by to see a friend. It’s not like you could attend the parties to even know if he was there, you stopped going to parties after Seonghwa saw one too many guys eyeing you in a skirt you just bought, which he said it was your fault for wearing it just for attention. This didn’t stop you or drive you away though, not even the many times you’d wait hours and hours for his text or calls. The text would be short and dry, and the calls were mostly silence and you telling him you missed him. Occasionally you would take the bus to his apartment to see him, the bus ride turning the 45-minute drive to a 2 hour one with 1 train and 2 buses. You had picked up an on-campus job as a lab assistant and started saving up for a car just so you could see Seonghwa. When the time finally came for you to buy a car after 3 months of eating ramen and saving you got an old car that could get you from point A to point B, nothing fancy. From there you started to see Seonghwa a lot more since he didn’t have a car he would ask you for rides, having you drive him around from time to time, to on campus parties and even to work sometimes, you’d ask if you could get a key to go back to his apartment to finish sleeping until your afternoon classes and he said he didn’t want you to lose it.

One night you were on the way to pick Seonghwa to go to a huge party that was happening on campus, you were all dressed up since this was one of the rare occasions Seonghwa chose to not be upset about you showing skin. While you were driving your car started to violently shake, you pulled over and the car stopped completely unable to turn back on. You called your insurance company to get the car towed and called Seonghwa afterward.

“Hey, baby my car stopped and had to get towed, so I can’t pick you up, could you possibly get me an uber or something to pick me up? I’m about 15 minutes away still.”

You could hear him pause then sigh.

“Y/N I have bills now that I’m on my own, I can’t spend money on getting you rides, that’s why I get rides from you.”

“But…I’m here by myself and the last of the money I had went toward gas to pick you up.”

“Don’t do that, don’t make this my fault, you could have easily told me no, no one told you to spend the last of your money.”

“Seonghwa I can’t ride with the tow truck driver because my car is being taken to a shop, so could you please just come get me so I’m not alone on the street?”

You started to get upset and hurt that you even had to ask twice, and you started to elevate your tone.

“Y/N, you’re yelling at me and it’s not helping me or you, I guess I’ll be the mature one and talk to you tomorrow when you calm down.”

Before you could respond he hung up, leaving you there in the cold night. You felt the tears well up in your eyes as they started to stream down your cheeks, ruining the make-up you did for the night. You had to end up calling Rina to come pick you up and take you back to your dorm, you skipped going to the party all around and stayed home in bed in the dark. When you were watching snapchat videos you saw one of the girls from your marketing class, she was taking pictures of everyone and there he was, Seonghwa in the back with a drink in his hand. So now as your sitting here on your couch listening to the same man that left you there that night on the street, the same selfish person that left you in America alone, the same selfish bastard that didn’t even bother contacting you until now, ask for you back. You sat there, frozen in shock, what was there to say? The most logical answer was to tell him to go to hell and kick him out your house…but you weren’t a logical person. The feelings you felt for Seonghwa were real and true, you never experienced something so intense in your life, never had this kind of love for someone. You were already 28 and Seonghwa was your only real relationship.

“So…what do you say Y/N?”

“Seonghwa…I don’t know…I-“

Your statement was interrupted by your front door opening, that’s when you noticed that it was raining cats and dogs outside, there was mentions of a rain and thunderstorm on the radio but there was so much going on today you completely forgot. Both your heads turned to see the reason the door opened; it was Wooyoung soaking wet.

“Sorry to interrupt Boss but, I forgot to give you back your house key so I started walking back and wouldn’t ya know it, it started raining.” He walked into the house and closed the door not actually caring that he was interrupting you two. He didn’t have respect for Seonghwa because even though he didn't know him but what he did know about him, lead him to believe he wasn’t going to gain respect for him. “Could I stay here till the storm calms down?” You shook out your stunned state and got up.

“Sorry Seonghwa maybe you should head home for now, so you aren’t caught up when the storm gets worse.”

He signed, in that moment he wanted to just hear you say yes to him, he was tired of being interrupted and tired of you running but he knew that his time would come, he had an advantage with you, but so did someone else. The young man currently smirking like a sly little fox was that someone, Wooyoung may not have had the advantage of history like Seonghwa, but he did have the advantage of giving you a memorable orgasm. Wooyoung did technically need to come back that day to give you the key, he knew he could have kept it or even given it to you tomorrow but no. Even though you two had just met Wooyoung, he took his job as your caretaker seriously. The night he met you in the club meant a lot more to him then you know.

Seonghwa stood up and headed to the door as you followed behind him, he put on his shoes and turned to you.

“Can I at least get your number so we can meet up this weekend?”

Though you were hesitant you still gave him your number, who doesn’t like a free meal right? You (and Wooyoung) waved Seonghwa off as he headed to his car, and you closed the door.

“Well, I thought you’d need some saving, when he came it looked like you seen a ghost.”

You sighed and once again dropped down on your couch face first groaning. Wooyoung walked over to stand over you.

“I guess I was right huh? Is that the guy you were telling me about in the club?”

“Yeah…” you said with your face still in the couch, so the words came out muffled.

“Want a long hug from a wet and sexy man?”

“Shut up. The bathroom is down the hall go take a shower so you can change, I’ll put your clothes in the washer.”

“Look who’s taking care of who now.” You rolled your eyes and Wooyoung went to take his shower while you loaded his clothes in the washing machine. The rain showed no signs of letting up, so you went to get at a shirt and a pair of pants for him to wear for the night. You knocked on the bathroom door.

“I have some clothes for you I’ll leave them in front of the door.”

When you finished, you kneeled to put the clothes in front of the door, before you could get up the bathroom door swung open, and steam came out. Wooyoung stood at the door with only a towel on that covered him from the waist down, his bare chest was showing, water droplets still falling from it, his wet thin gold chain sat perfectly just below his collarbone and his hair was dripping wet with a slight curl. You were stuck, speechless, frozen in time, truly how can one person have this much sex appeal? He had to be a son of Aphrodite; he was just too gorgeous.

“Come on boss you’re making me shy just staring like that.”

You exhaled deeply and got up with the clothes in hand, you felt your face get so hot you probably could melt ice. You shoved the clothes in his hand.

“H-here’s some clothes, put these on and you can stay in the guest room its upstairs and down the hall on the right, the room on the left is mine, just knock or text me if you need me. You know where food is if you’re hungry. Goodnight.”

He giggled at you and damn even his teasing laugh was sexy.

“Good night boss.”

You went up to your room and took a shower in your personal bathroom. You put on your night dress and laid in bed as you tried to decompress. This was the most eventful Monday of your life, with everything going on you had texted Rina congrats and that you loved her, but she hadn’t responded, she was probably tired from spending the day with Hongjoong. You plugged your phone up, it was not 11:21 at night, maybe your life was going to go back to normal tomorrow. As you laid in bed you closed your eyes, not even 20 minutes had passed before the thumping began. Tonight, was a bit more understandable though, your sexy ex missed you and you had a sexy caretaker across the hall, nothing to be done now though. You hadn’t heard Wooyoung come up the stairs yet, so you figured you had a bit of time. You dug in your bedside table drawer and got out your black vibrator wand. You snuggled your self deeply into the covers and bent your legs as you spread them nice and wide. You slide your free hand under your short night dress and on too your unclothed core. You rubbed your hands over your sensitive pussy, you were already wet from thinking about Wooyoung shirtless, what were you some pervy old lady gawking at the sexy boy next door? Even something as simple as that got you this wet? You chose to keep thinking about him as you turned the vibrator on to the 2nd highest setting so it wouldn’t make noise. You lightly placed it on your clit and let out a small yelp, trying to stay quiet so you wouldn’t be heard. You moved the head of the vibrator up and down your folds while your eyes were closed tightly. You started to think about Wooyoung fresh out the shower again, wishing he would have yanked you into the bathroom and bent you over the sink and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight, how would he fuck you? Would he be slow and sensual or fast and rough. You’d do anything in that moment to find out, but you knew you couldn’t, you knew fucking him was taboo, but how turned on you were, you didn’t care one bit. Though the fantasy was fun and the feeling of the vibrator on your throbbing nub felt good something was missing. It felt good but it couldn’t get you to finish, you continued trying your best to stimulate yourself enough that the thumping would stop, and you could get some rest. Little moans fell from your lips as you held the vibrator in place on your clit, without you even noticing you even slipped up and said Wooyoungs name a few times. You started to buck your hips as you felt a building up sensation, was this finally your climax, just as you could see the light at the end of the tunnel a knock was heard at the door. Your eyes shot open, and you hurried and turned off the vibrator.

“Y-yes?”

“Boss, can I come in for a second?” Wooyoung said from behind the door.

“Um…yeah that’s fine.” You shoved your toy under your other pillow and fixed your dress as you got up to open the door, you immediately walked back to sit by the head of the bed, you knew not stand up for long because your clit was throbbing like crazy after you accidently just edged yourself. You sat back down at the edge of the bed and Wooyoung walked in the room making the situation even worse. He had on your sweatpants that you gave him that were a bit too small, so it showed an obvious print you gave him one of your Nike compression work out shirts and it just showed his perfect body, were you trying to kill yourself?

“What is it Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung came in and shut the door behind him, stopping in front of you, your face was flushed, and your heart was beating at almost getting caught.

“I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here tonight, I know we are still technically strangers, but I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah of course, your Jonathan’s family so I trust you.” You gave him a speedy reply just so you could hurry and get him out your room so you can finish your task at hand. Wooyoung noticed your flustered face and how you were talking and raised an eyebrow.

“You sure? You seem uncomfortable saying that, the rain is still going but I can leave if you want.”

“NO” You abruptly yelled, and it made Wooyoung wince, you didn’t want Wooyoung to leave the house because he was the main thing driving your orgasm right now, if you were being honest, you didn’t even want him to leave the room.

“I-I J-just mean that, no I don’t want you to leave because I’d feel bad if something would happen to you.” You said trying to save you, you were frustrated and dizzy at this point, your head was spinning because the achiness of your core was driving you insane, his vary presence was making you want to scream, you opted to crossing one of your legs over the other to give yourself some sort of friction your leg bounced. Wooyoung put on his sly grin again, he knew exactly what was going on and exactly what you were doing. Due to his past, he moves around very quietly so he could enter a room and you’d never hear him. He had got dressed in the bathroom and went upstairs since he heard you lock up the house and set the alarm system. Once he made it to the second floor, he had forgot which room you said was his, he walked over to the room on the left, your room, just as he was about to open it, he heard a consistent buzzing noise start. Now he was no fool to anything sex related, he knew what you were doing, he could hear you fighting back your moans and shift around on the bed. He was going to let you continue and go to sleep, he didn’t want to seem like a creep if you caught him listening but then he heard your sexy and whiney voice call his name, that was the straw that broke the camels back. He could feel the blood rushing to his rod as it started to get stiff in the sweatpants you gave him. He was going to walk away, really, he was, but this opportunity was just too good to pass up.

“Are you sure that’s the reason?” He said smiling down at you as his slightly curled split bangs covered his low eyes.

“Y-yes, I’m sure.”

He smiled then tsked at you.

“Now boss” he said as he sat next to you on the of side the bed.

“Why don’t you tell me the truth? Tell me that you don’t want me to leave because you can’t stop thinking about how bad you want me to fuck you.”

That’s when you realize you were caught red handed.

“Th-that’s not true.”

“Aww boss, I can’t give you what you want if you don’t admit it. Should I work it out of you then?”

You didn’t answer and he took your silence as a yes, he lifted you into his lap, placing you down as you could feel his semi-hard on on your ass. He wasted no time and started to leave wet kisses on your neck.

“Ah, Wooyoung, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer you and continued to kiss your neck, one of his hands reached in front of you and started to grope your breast, you never wore a bra or underwear to bed, and you were very grateful to yourself for that in this moment.

“Woo~ please”

“If you want me to stop all you have to do is tell me to stop, I’ll get off you and go right to bed.”

He stopped and waited for your answer, his hands even stopped massaging your breast, you thought to yourself for a moment, did you want him to stop?

“Please…touch me more.”

He chuckled at your neediness.

“Of course, whatever you say boss.”

He slid both the straps of your dress down and began to play with your two fleshy mountains. You leaned your head back on his shoulders as he began to lightly tug on both your hard brown nipples, little whimpers fell from your lips. He spread his legs which in turn spread yours, one of his hands eased down the side of your body and on too your thick thighs. He slid his hand up, moving your short sleeping dress up your hips, he began to rub your bare heat slowly.

“Wow boss, you’re this wet thinking about me?”

He was still playing with your nipple in one hand as he waited for your reply.

“I wasn’t.”

“Aww, and here I was thinking you were going to be good for me and tell me the truth. Come on boss tell me how bad you want my dick in you.”

His two fingers started to DJ your swollen clit and you let out a throaty moan, you needed him so bad but fuck you can’t admit that. He smiled watching you come undone with only a few simple gestures, he wanted to push you even more.

“Naughty boss, you can’t admit you want to fuck me but you’re so wet for me. Let’s see how far I can push you. Where is the toy you were using?”

“…under my pillow”

He took his hand off your burning heat to reach under the pillow, you let out a pouty noise in dissatisfaction. He took out your black wand, then without saying a word pressed the button a few times, turning it to the highest speed. He asked you if that was how high it could go and you said yes, his lack of words made you nervous. He took his other hand and move your chin to turn your head to the side. He planted your lips onto his as he maneuvered his tongue into your mouth, the kiss was so lustful you began to buck your hips because your pussy was begging to be touched. As he continued to explore your wet, hot mouth you didn’t even notice him slowly lowering his hand that held the vibrator until you felt the vibration hit your clit softly. You moaned into his mouth and tried to shut your legs, but his muscular legs made that hard for you to do. He gave your clit a break but only for a second as he started to move the vibrator up and down your dripping wet pussy, he pulled back from the kiss and moved his other hand down to spread your pussy lips apart so the vibrator could really be felt on your plush folds.

“Fuck-“ was all you could get out, you’ve been masturbating for so long and it’s never felt this good, it reminded you of the sensation you felt the first night you met Wooyoung, your entire body felt hot, and his touch was driving you insane.

“Boss your hips are moving like a little slut that wants to get fucked, are you sure you weren’t thinking about fucking me?”

He continued to move the toy on your needy pussy, he held it on the ball of your clit then slid in his two fingers. Your head slung back onto his shoulders.

“Ah fuck, oh my god I’m going to cum, please.”

You begged him for your release as your hips bucked back and forth on the toy and his fingers. You felt dizzy as the rope in your mind felt like it was about to snap, is it possible to be dick whipped for a dick you haven’t even had yet?

“Oh, Boss you’re so cute, begging your caretaker to let you cum. Don’t worry I’ll give you what you’re begging for.”

Wooyoung pushed his fingers deep into your velvet walls as they pulsed around them, he kept going in and out while rubbing circles on your clit with the wand, you were seeing stares.

“Woo, I’m going to fucking cum please.”

He sped up the pace of his fingers and pushed the vibrator into your throbbing nub, thank God you didn’t live in an apartment but if still it didn’t matter, you screamed his name as you came around his digits, but not just his digits, you came on the wand, his legs, the carpet, and the bed. When you were done breathing to calm yourself down and your ears stopped ringing you could hear Wooyoungs amused giggling as he turned off the toy and removed his fingers from inside of you, you looked up at him.

“What is it?” you said with an expression of confusion.

“Look down Boss, you squirted for me.”

You looked down in shock seeing everything wet with your release, this was the first time you ever done something like that, then again this was the first time in a while you’ve ever felt that good.

“That’s so fucking sexy Boss, I’m glad to know you can do that.”

“I didn’t even know I could do that.” You said in a lowly tone, somewhat embarrassed.

“Aww don’t be shy, here I’ll clean you up.”

He slid you off his lap and stood up, his erection being more then obvious now, you assumed he was going to the bathroom to grab a towel, but he did something much worse. He kneeled in front of your legs, hooking his hands under your thighs to pull you all the way to the edge of the bed, the force and speed made you fall back on to the bed, you started to question what he was doing, and it was too late. Wooyoung started to lick long stripes up your pussy, you silently moaned as the overstimulation started to kick in. Your pussy was so sensitive you could have sworn you could feel the taste buds on his tongue. You reached down to grip a hand full of his hair and he flicked his tongue on your nub.

“Oh, my fuck Woo please, I’m going crazy.”

He sucked your clit into his mouth, and you inched up away from his mouth, he sucked it back in and a pop was heard when you pulled yourself upward again. He once again yanked you back down to his mouth, you looked down and you were met with his sharp fox eyes, a serious look in his lustful. He removed his mouth from your pussy, your wetness covered his chin.

“Don’t fucking run from me, understood?”

You were so intimidated, yet so turned on, that was so fucking sexy.

“Y-yes Woo.”

“Good girl.” He went back to lapping up your sweet wetness, you groaned from the sensitivity and gripped the sheets, you wanted to run again but chose to save disobeying him for another time. Another time? Will there be another time? Should there be another time and why were you hoping there would be another time? You were pulled from your thought when you felt Wooyoung slip his tongue into your hole, making you yelp. His tongue started to fuck your pussy just like his fingers did a few moments ago and you started to feel the pressure in your core rise. He removed his hand from under your thigh and placed it on the hood of your pussy, he used his thumb to flick your clit as he continued to dart his tongue in and out of you. You once again grabbed his hair as you bucked your hips, babbling curse words and his name mixed in. As you were about to reach the top of your peak you could feel your mind going blank that’s when you said exactly what he needed to hear.

“Ah FUCK! Woo, I need your dick so bad!”

You came around his tongue, he started to suck all the cum rushing from your pussy like it was his job, which I guess it is since he is hired to “take care of you”.

Once you came down from you high Wooyoung dropped your other leg and got up. He lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe off all the cum that covered the bottom half of his face, he looked so primal, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there into the bed with no mercy.

“So, you admit you want to fuck me huh?”

You paused for a moment, there was no lying, hiding, or running, you had already said it, nothing to do now but to double down.

“Y-yes.”

“Mm, good to know, night boss.”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and left the room.

What the hell kind of Monday-, you grabbed your phone to look at the time to see it was not 1:51am, Tuesday was this?

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[whats-k-popping]

Hello! For the prompt list, could you write 5 & 49 with Seonghwa as the sick one and San as the caretaker? I love their brotherly dynamic~ Thank you!

I'm so sorry this request is about 9 months old! If you're still here, anon, I hope you enjoy this fic. I really did enjoy writing it and I love the dynamic between these two!

Pairing: Seonghwa x San - platonic intentions, but read as you please

Prompts: "Try and get some food down. Anything" || "Sorry. I'm… I'm really dizzy" 

Words Count: 2489

Warnings: Illness || Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Sickness

San doesn't usually wake up in the middle of the night. He has a very thorough nightly routine that he completes meticulously each evening. He spends upwards of an hour in the bathroom each night, completing his skin care and dental care and emptying himself of anything that might disturb his precious hours of uninterrupted sleep. He swears by this routine. Sleeping in his own bed is a luxury these days, so he doesn't even want to waste 1 precious minute on something as trivial as using the bathroom. 

So he's naturally disgruntled when he wakes in the middle of the night unable to quickly doze back to sleep. Despite his nightly rituals, he still finds himself having to pee at half past 3 in the morning. He blames it on drinking Mingi's leftover coffee. Can't let precious caffeine go to waste either. He only feels a hint of remorse. 

Begrudgingly, he throws the covers off of himself and hustles down to the bathroom. If he's quick, he might be able to get it done without losing the fuzzy feeling of sleep. In and out, then back to sleep. That's the plan. 

That plan comes to a screeching halt when he enters the bathroom to find Seonghwa draped across the toilet seat, skin white as a ghost. And if the sight isn't enough of a clue, there's an overpowering stench of vomit lingering in the air. 

"Hwa-hyung!" San exclaims. He stands petrified in the doorway, like he's awaiting further instruction. He's not really sure what he's supposed to do. Seonghwa is the caretaker of the group, how is he supposed to take care of him. 

Seonghwa lifts his head to look at San, a pained expression on his face and a vacant look in his eyes. He shushes the younger, "You'll-" He cuts himself off with a nauseous burp, "You'll wake Mingi."

Of course, even draped helplessly over the only toilet in their apartment, looking minutes away from comatose, Seonghwa is still thinking about the others. San clicks his tongue. And Mingi, of all people, a historically heavy sleeper. The building could be mid-demolition and he'd be none the wiser. "No I won't," San says confidently. Still he lowers his voice just for good measure. 

The remnants of sleep are gone and he's on high alert now. He knows he won't be able to go back to sleep knowing that his hyung is feeling so miserably unwell. So he enters the small bathroom and closes the door behind him for privacy. He also turns on the bathroom fan, to hopefully ventilate some of the smell out of the room. 

"Don't come any closer, San-ah." Seonghwa stops mid-command to gag. It's unnaturally loud, echoing in the now sealed room, but unproductive. "I might be contagious." 

"I don't care." San replies without thinking, like it's the most natural response in the world. "You need help." 

Seonghwa shakes his head, not making any eye-contact with the younger. "I can take care of myself." He says in such a way that San can't help but be skeptical. "You're younger than me. I'm not your responsibility." 

"You're my hyung," San stands his ground, already resolved to help Seonghwa. At least through the night, he can let Hongjoong know in the morning and they can work out a more long-term plan from there. "And my family is my responsibility." 

Seonghwa looks like he has another objection queued up, but before he can respond he bows his head into the toilet bowl when the formerly unproductive gag returns. This time, a slurry of sick pours out his open mouth. The oldest whimpers and moans as he stomach convulses to get every last drop out of him. 

San notices it's mostly clear and speculates that Seonghwa has been throwing up for so long that he's empty. Since they all ate the same thing, he concludes it's likely a stomach bug, not a lone case of food poisoning. While Seonghwa continues to stare into the bowl, San takes the opportunity to approach his hyung. He crouches down next to him and runs a hand along his back, "You're okay. Get it out. That's good." He whispers sweet reassurances until the episode is over. 

All the tension leaves Seonghwa's body at once, leaving him slack against the toilet seat. San's hand on his back distracts him from the cramping in his stomach, so for now he stops trying to shoo the younger away. The attention actually feels kind of nice, reminds him of home, of being the youngest in the family. Reminds him of how much he misses it. 

The porcelain seat is cold, but San's body is teeming with warmth. He craves that warmth, the comfort that comes with physical contact. It's more alluring than the ceramic bowl. It takes way more effort than it should, but he pushes himself off the toilet seat and into San's open arms. 

San sees Seonghwa's intention and helps him settle in, wrapping his arms comfortingly around his hyung. He uses just enough pressure so that he's hugging, but not squeezing. "Poor hyung, you really must not be feeling well." He soothes, pressing a kiss to Seonghwa's sweaty temple.  

Seonghwa whines, a long drawn out sound that might be an affirmative. He mumbles something about "hurt" and "cold" but all the words are muffled against San's shoulder. 

"C'mon, why don't we get you back to bed?" San suggests. He contemplates getting his hyung in the shower, but decides against it given the elder's weak state. Maybe when some of his energy returns, he'll push for a shower. 

"Couch," Seonghwa counters. 

San's eyebrow raises in curiosity, "You don't want to sleep in your bed. It's much more comfortable than the couch." He recommends, "If you're still worried about waking Mingi, don't be. His door is closed." 

Seonghwa shakes his head the tiniest bit. If San hadn't been critically analyzing his hyung's every movement, he would have missed it. "Not about Mingi," Seonghwa insists. His eyes start to water and his lower lip quivers. "Please, just couch." He begs through a sob. 

Though San doesn't totally understand why, he can tell it's a sensitive topic and surrenders. "Okay, okay," he hushes, "I'll take you to the couch. I'll set up a nice, soft blanket for you and get you extra pillows. Okay, how does that sound?" Seonghwa does like the sound of that, he affirms it with a small "mmhm." 

San pushes Seonghwa away just long enough to stand up on his own. Once he's on his feet, he holds out a hand to his hyung, "Can you stand?" 

Seonghwa holds the outstretched hand, squeezing it with all the might he can muster. He uses his other hand to hold into the edge of the sink, trying to get himself up. He makes it onto his knees, but can't make it any further. With a sniffle, he shakes his head sadly at his dongsaeng. 

San doesn't question it or force anything more from his hyung. He simply steps in and helps Seonghwa to his feet, shouldering much of his hyung's weight onto himself. "There we go, wanna try walking?" When Seonghwa doesn't object, San takes a tentative step forward, out of the bathroom. Seonghwa follows on wobbling knees. 

They make it to the entrance of the living room area when Seonghwa nearly throws himself against the wall. He clings to the wall, slowly sliding down until he's on the floor, head pressed against the wall. San crawls next to him, "What's wrong?" 

"Sorry, I'm… I feel really dizzy." He explains his sudden transition to the floor. "I just need a minute." 

There's a cold hand pressed against Seonghwa's forehead, something to focus on that will hopefully make his world stop spinning. Even with his eyes closed, he feels like he's riding a carousel at 160 kph. "You're burning up." The younger gasps like this is new information. Seonghwa has known of the fever for hours. "And you're probably dehydrated too. We've gotta get some liquid in you." 

A panic shoots through San as he scans the room, hoping that by some miracle someone might be there to help him. But he knows deep down that it's a lost cause. It's still the middle of the night. And the only other person in the apartment is sound asleep. So it's all up to him. "Stay here, okay?" He encourages, "I'm gonna get stuff ready for you." 

Seonghwa just nods, hand resting on his bloated stomach. Without San's cool hand to ground him, his mind is back to whirling around the carousel. He presses his head against the wall and whimpers until San's return. He has no way of knowing if seconds, minutes, or hours pass in his misery. 

San can hear Seonghwa's lonely cries as he passes through the apartment. He starts in the kitchen, setting on a kettle for tea and rummaging through the mostly barren cabinets, swearing up and down that he'd seen a sleeve of crackers lying untouched just a few days ago. When the crackers don’t turn up, San whispers out a curse and peers around for something else that would be easy on his hyung’s stomach. A bowl of jook would be ideal, but that will take a long time to prepare. Seonghwa needs nutrients now. 

He creates a tray of snacks, containing stray food they had in the apartment. He slices up every kind of fruit he could find, microwaves an instant noodle cup and set the flavor packet aside, and he borrowed one of Mingi’s favorite jello cups. San pours the whistling kettle over a peppermint tea bag and allows it to steep for only 1 minute, not wanting the tea to be too strong. Then he adds an electrolyte drink to the tray for good measure before carrying it out to the coffee table. 

He passes through the corridor again, paying Seonghwa little mind. It seems the older has started to drift off as he rested against the wall. San figures it just buys him time to finish setting up the living room. He takes a quick detour to his hyung's room to gather some additional supplies. 

Upon entering the room, San's hit with the smell of vomit. It doesn't take him long to notice the shallow pool of vomit beside the bed. He follows the trail up and sees another small puddle among the bedsheets. It's suddenly abundantly clear why Seonghwa was so adamant about not returning to his room, feeling too sickly to face the mess he'd made at some earlier point in the night. 

He decides to leave the mess for now, recentering his goal of getting Seonghwa nourished, medicated, and rested. He pulls out some fresh clothes for his hyung, figuring that his current outfit is either sweat soaked or vomit stained. Likely a putrid combination of both. 

He forgoes stealing the blankets off Seonghwa's bed and opts to take the bedding from his own room. But he makes sure to pick up Seonghwa’s Star Wars blanket for some familiarity and comfort. It's a child sized blanket. It hardly covers his torso effectively. But it's a great comfort to Seonghwa, especially when he's feeling sick or overly tired. 

Once San spreads out all the blankets to cover the scratchy fabric of the couch, he returns to find his hyung dozed off right where he's left him. He nudges the older awake. “Hwa-hyung, wake up.” He whispers, “You shouldn't sleep here.” 

Ever the light sleeper, Seonghwa rouses, though he immediately resumes his whimpers. “don't wanna get up.” A sob dies out in the back of his throat, “don't feel good.”

“I know you don't hyung,” San sympathizes, “but I have some things set up that will make you feel better.” He doesn't allow time for Seonghwa to refute before he's helping the older man to his feet and guiding him to the couch. 

Seonghwa's whole weight falls onto the couch, ready to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow that San had laid out for him. He draws the Star Wars blanket close to his face and lets out a relaxed sigh. It feels like home. 

“No, not just yet hyung.” San nearly shouts just to get his hyung's attention. “First, try and get some food down.” He gestures to the options displayed on the coffee table. “Anything, please.” 

“Sannie, my stomach hurts” The older man slurs. “I don't think I can eat anything.” 

“Hyung,” San's voice morphs into a gentle scolding tone. “You need to eat something.” 

“No!” Seonghwa whimpers. “I just need to sleep.” 

“You know if the roles were reversed, you'd be trying to make me eat something.” San doesn't back down, despite his hyung's bratty behavior. He gives up on asking, opting to use a bit more force. He picks up the electrolyte drink and points the straw to Seonghwa’s lips. “take a sip.” 

When Seonghwa opens his mouth to refuse, the straw slides between his lips. He manages three small sips before he pushes the straw out of his mouth. “Cold.” He whines. 

“How about some tea, it's nice and warm by now.” San replaces the drink bottle with the tea cup. “Sit up a bit, I'll help you.” 

Seonghwa finally does as he's told. Propping himself up enough so San can tip the cup against his lips. The tea is warm, sends a wave of comfort through his chilled limbs. And the weak peppermint flavor coats his bubbling stomach. Still, he pushes San away before he's finished the cup. He just found this new comfort, he doesn't want to risk it by filling up too fast. 

San sets the cup down, “jello or apples?” He offers, figuring that the noodles may be too much for his hyung's stomach right now. He's not ecstatic, but he's satisfied with the amount of liquid Seonghwa managed to take but just wants a few bites of food in him as well.

He decides on the jello, likely a result of his natural sweet tooth winning out. San spoon feeds him an astounding five bites before he purses his lips and puts a hand on his stomach. “Done.” The sick man insists. 

“Okay,” San confirms. “Take a little medicine, then you can sleep again.” 

Seonghwa nods and takes the pills San hands him. He only sips a bit more of the electrolyte drink to force the pills down. And finally, he lays back down, settling into the couch and curling himself into a small ball. “You'll stay?” He looks pitifully at San. 

“Of course, hyung. I'll stay.” He leans against the front of the couch, resting his head on his hyung's thigh. 

“Thanks, Sannie.” Seonghwa’s breathing starts to even out as sleep overtakes him, “for taking such good care of me.” 

“Sleep well, Hwa.” San also starts to drift back to sleep, the adrenaline of the past hour finally dying down.

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A/N: Sorry again for another long absence in sharing fics. I have a few more request fics I'm actively working on and some original ideas I want to flesh out. I know my motivations have been wavering, but I'll get through them in time. I'm finally starting to feel more like myself again, so hopefully, I'll get out of this funk soon. But I make no promises to timing. Just know that I'm still here, still writing as I'm able to. Please accept this overdue Ateez fic as a token of my gratitude.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. And please call me out for any errors you notice!

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A Likely Distraction

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Hongjoong (cold, snz)

Caregiver(s): San

Word Count: 1,553

Hongjoong had had a long day. ATEEZ had been on tour for a month, and they’d just arrived in Chicago, Illinois, their first stop kicking off the North American leg of the tour. The day had begun at 3am so that they could arrive at the airport earlier than most paparazzi were willing to wait for them. There had been the usual airport challenges of security and customs lines, and keeping track of all the members. Then there was the layover, the waiting that was simultaneously too long and too short. Finally, the second flight. But the day was far from over: right off the plane, they’d been taken to a round of interviews with a handful of US news sources. The company had tried its best to rearrange those interviews, but their wishes had not been granted. 

Luckily, the boys were the slap happy kind of tired rather than cranky and whiny. Those interviews were perhaps some of the most entertaining they’d given. As the leader, and one of the only members proficient in English, Hongjoong did a lot of the talking. Or the real talking at least; he was the one hyping up their concert, explaining their comeback concept, detailing their goals as performers. Of course the other members chimed in when they felt comfortable, especially Seonghwa and San, which Hongjoong appreciated. Especially because his throat had started hurting midway through their second flight, and it was only becoming increasingly more painful despite all the water he was drinking. 

Immediately after they’d bid goodbye to the final interviewer, the whole group’s energy dipped. An unusual quiet fell over the group as they shuffled to the van, suddenly too tired to even consider horsing around anymore. 

The drive to the hotel was mercifully short. Hongjoong could not wait to shower and fall into bed. A headache had begun to pound behind his eyes. 

The mangers had already divided rooms. Hongjoong had been paired with San. He didn’t mind that too much, although the leader had been hoping to room with Seonghwa. Hongjoong knew, despite his highest hopes, that he was coming down with something, and he wouldn’t have to hide that from Seonghwa; his fellow 98’ liner would be able to read him before Hongjoong even had the chance to pretend. He had no desire to worry San, and would therefore need to be a bit more cautious about his symptoms as they arose. Which wasn’t the end of the world, but was an additional burden nonetheless. 

But Hongjoong couldn’t stay mad after San shot him the brightest smile on their way to the elevators. 

“You wanna shower first?” San asked immediately upon entry to their room, flopping back onto the closer bed. 

“That would be great, if you’re okay with it.”

San nodded, propping himself up on one elbow. “Of course! That’s why I offered.” He grinned again. “I’ll find us some snacks.” Hongjoong wondered where all of this energy was coming from as San shot back to his feet and began rummaging in his luggage. 

“Did you pack snacks?”

“Duh!” San held up two boxes of said snacks. 

Hongjoong shook his head, laughing at his friend’s antics before snapping forward, “ET’Chuh!“ He blinked, his own body catching him completely off guard.

“Bless you!” San chirped as he continued sifting through the contents of his bag. 

Hongjoong flushed with embarrassment. “Thanks,” he mumbled before moving to his own luggage, quickly locating his shower things. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Take your time. I’m suddenly bursting with energy again.”

“Great. Looks like we’re in for some good bedtime stories then.” San turned back to him with a devious grin. Bedtime stories had become a tradition amongst the group whenever they were sharing hotel rooms. They’d collaboratively build stories together, becoming sillier and more ridiculous the closer they got to sleep. Sure, Hongjoong would rather just pass out tonight, but San was notoriously the best storyteller in the group. 

Hongjoong’s smile faded as soon as he’d closed the bathroom door behind him. He rested his back against the door momentarily. He sniffled against a sudden itch in his sinuses. Pitched forward with another “ET’Chuh!“ 

“Bless you!” San called through the door. Hongjoong knocked an acknowledgment, pressing a knuckle against his nose as he rushed to get into the shower. Hopefully the hot water and steam would help kick out whatever bug was attempting to overthrow his body. Especially this new itch in his nose. Sneezing wasn’t exactly an easy symptom to hide. 

The success of the shower was mixed. The hot water did wonders on his sore muscles, easing the ache in his head, and of course removing the sweat and layer of ick that Hongjoong always felt after being on airplanes. On the flip side, though, the steam had loosened things up in his head, and he wasn’t able to stop himself from sneezing a few times, praying the water was loud enough for San not to hear him. Hopefully, this was just his body’s way of removing the yuck now, his immune system doing what it needed to expel the intruder. Hongjoong convinced himself he’d been right as rain tomorrow. 

Still, after exiting the shower, he wrapped himself in the warmest sweatshirt he’d brought and pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks he’d stolen from Wooyoung before they left. 

“How was the shower?” San asked as soon as Hongjoong stepped through the door. The younger man was lounging on his chosen bed, watching something on his phone, a few snack wrapped on the bed next to him. 

“Heavenly.” Hongjoong scrubbed at his nose with his sweatshirt sleeve. The cooler air of the room was a bit of a shock after the steamy post-shower bathroom. 

“Oooo, I can’t wait.” San rubbed his hands together with cartoonish excitement as he collected his wrappers and hopped off the bed. Hongjoong chuckled a bit before he felt his breath catch. With just that little bit of warning, he was able to completely stifle a sneeze in his sleeve, absolutely silent. San had his back turned to him anyway as he dug through his bag. 

“You didn’t have your stuff ready?” Hongjoong asked around another laugh. He could feel the itch creeping back, and he held his sleeve up in warning. 

“Yeah, I got distracted by the snacks.” San was luckily currently still distracted by the quest for his shower things that he missed another stifled sneeze that bent Hongjoong at the waist. He couldn’t help the sniffle that followed, through, thick and stuffy. 

“Aha!” San cheered, holding up his shower bag. “Gotcha!” He turned back to Hongjoong with a brilliant smile that faded almost instantly. “Hyung, are you okay?”

“Ye-yeah,” Hongjoong breathed out before he gasped, once again snapping at the waist. “ET’Chuh! ET’Chuh! Heh… heh… HE-atCHUH!” 

San’s brow furrowed as he vaulted to his feet, abandoning his shower bag in favor of the box of tissues from the bathroom. He found the captain coughing roughly when he returned. “Here, here.” San snatched a handful of tissues from the box and forced them into Hongjoong’s hands. He waited, rubbing his back as his friend blew his nose, scrubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. “Bless you, Joong.”

The captain flushed, squeezing his eyes closed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

San shook his head. “For what?” he asked around a laugh. His hand moved up and down Hongjoong’s back. The older man wasn’t meeting his eyes. “Hyung, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re acting weird.”

“No, I’m acting tired.”

“You’re sick, aren’t you?”

“No…”

“You want me to snuggle with you?”

“No…”

“You know I’m a really good snuggler.”

“I’m not doubting you, I just don’t want snuggles right now.”

“Why? Is it cause you’re sick and don’t want me to know?”

Hongjoong turned to him with a weak glare. “Why are you so persistent?”

San’s lips quirked up. “Why do you feel like you have to hide it from me?”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about me…”

“Hyung, you not telling me makes me worry more!” Hongjoong shrugged, lacking a clever reply. San frowned. “And, if you hadn’t said anything, then I couldn’t have given you the cold medicine I have packed in my suitcase.” Hongjoong looked up at him with hope in his eyes. “See? It’s not so bad to admit you’re sick. It comes with perks.” 

“Doesn’t feel like it.” Hongjoong sniffled, pressing another tissue to his nose as it had started running again. San tossed the box onto the captain’s bed as he turned back to his suitcase to find the pills he’d packed. “But thank you. For the meds.”

“Of course. That’s why I bring them.” As San continued to rummage (he’d messed things up earlier looking for his snacks, and the hunt for the shower bag hadn’t helped.) As he watched, an adoring smile on his face, Hongjoong’s breath hitched again, and he caught another sneeze in his tissue. 

“Bless you!”

“You don’t have to keep saying that…”

San shrugged as he turned around, pill packet in hand. “I don’t mind.”

“I do.” 

A tiny smile spread on San’s lips as he noticed his captain’s face flushing red again, recognizing his discomfort. “Okay then. That last one will just apply moving forward.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

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mingi | art major

- knows he’s fine

- hopeless romantic

- delusional

- also a wave to earth lover

- believes that his wave to earth girlfriend is coming soon

seonghwa | art major

- the caretaker

- loves his life

- doesn’t let anyone mess with him or his friends

- the nicest out of all of them

hongjoong | psychology major

- the opposite of seonghwa

- might be going crazy

- fashion killa

- think he should be a pimp

yunho | biology major

- probably has the most composure

- the smile of the group

- gets the most girls

- THAT aesthetic boyfriend

yeosang | health major

- zoned out most of the time

- gets 2 hours of sleep everyday

- beyonce fan

- the richest

san | art major

- babygirl

- huge gamer

- hates on everyone for no reason

- thinks he gets the most girls

wooyoung | science major

- book smart but not street smart

- babygirl #2

- always has food

- chrome hearts lover

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- always relied on

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- the best cook

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TXT

Yeonjun:

Drabble - Emeto feat Beomgyu

Fainting + angst feat Soobin

Cold feat Soobin

Soobin:

Snz feat Yeonjun

Beomgyu:

Drabble - Emeto feat Taehyun

Taehyun:

Drabble - Emeto feat Yeonjun

Hueningkai:

Drabble - stomach ache feat Soobin

Emeto - day off feat Beomgyu and Soobin

Ot5:

TXT as sickies

TXT as caretaker

P1Harmony

Keeho:

Our dumb secret - Emeto feat Theo

Theo:

Jiung:

Emeto + homesick feat Keeho / Soul

Intak:

Soul:

Jongseob:

OT6:

P1h as sickies

ZB1

OT9:

Emeto headcanons