#hbd yunho!!

[hwaightme]

GUY.exe

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✏️ pairing: yunho x gn!reader ✏️ genre: fluff, crack, friends? to lovers, drawing? to lover ✏️ summary: you never expected for the character you designed for the newest dating simulator to be quite as realistic as this ✏️ wordcount: 5.0k ✏️ warnings/tags: questionable editing, unhinged crack galore, fever dream, digital artist / designer reader, shy boy best friend yunho, lowkey referencing the song the fic is named after (GUY.exe by SUP3RFRUIT) ✏️ taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ ✏️ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE MY NADIA @justhere4kpop !!! you are the kindest, funniest, sweetest person ever, i love you so so much and i am so grateful for every day because it means i can spend it with you <3 wishing you the best day, all the most amazing things, experiences, achievements and more!!

Another hour more, and you were going to scream. Hunched over your drawing tablet with bloodshot eyes and a cramping hand, you had been drawing and redrawing what seemed to be the same thing over and over again. But nothing gave you that magical feeling of completion and rightness when the abstract lines and shapes and shadows and doodles all came together on a page to form one whole. What you were experiencing was, in fact, very much the opposite. All because of these damn dumb brown doe eyes that you had decided to give to the character. Of course. What other eyes could the golden retriever type have, right? What other kinds of eyes would your boss approve of for the established archetype, the persona that you had ideated, storyboarded and proposed not only in front of your immediate team but also to senior management? That was right. None. No other. Only these doe eyes that you had been staring at and cursing profusely for the last four hours after having promised yourself that you would try to get to bed at ten in the evening instead of the less-than encouraging past midnight madness. But who were you kidding? 

Setting down the pen, you leaned back to stretch, hearing random joints crack and echo around your body, making you wonder if you have even been moving at all for the past few weeks. Having the opportunity to work from home during fast-paced sprints was, of course, a big benefit, but all too often for you, it also meant only ever walking from your home office to your kitchen and back, with the occasional bathroom break and a flop onto the armchair you had dragged into your office for designated social media scrolling time. Gone from the world, with your friends having nicknamed you an e-hermit in not one, but two separate chats. Zoned out and barely hanging onto the words spewed by your superiors, much like the rest of your fellow designers working on this same project, be it other characters, setting, clothing customisation options, accessories, or special items… as the main project lead, boss of the bosses had said: ‘whatever the user wishes for, should be there’. Who knew that a dating simulator could be that intense and demanding? 

Your drawing tablet was glaring at you, and so were the eyes on its screen, doubled onto your monitor watching your every movement like a painting at a museum would. They were meant to be kind and loving, crafted to complete the sunshine that this character was supposed to be, but the slightest misses in the lines were throwing the image off-kilter, and you could not pinpoint what was wrong. Reaching out for the now lukewarm cup of coffee off to the side of your desk, narrowly avoiding the clutter of sketches and notes you had made, you heaved a sigh, pondering if it would be the wisest to simply resign yourself to abandoning the task for today, and pick it up at work tomorrow. It was not like you would be punished for having the eyes be slightly off during an update meeting, after all, this was an ongoing process. But the perfectionist part of you was not letting go. You had managed to ideally depict everything else - the toned, tall physique with the stunning waist, torso and broad shoulders, the cheeks that made you feel a strong cute aggression, the tousled locks that could then be customised by a player’s colour preference, every other feature of the face that screamed ‘handsome’ and ‘appealing’... you did it all, and you would not be yourself if you could not overcome this little blip.

“One more try…” you whispered to yourself and searched for the file on your computer that contained a user story and profile of the character you had been agonising over. 

One click, another, and the document was up on the screen, revealing an initial concept sketch that you had made when you first proposed the man as a possible love interest for the main character in the simulator, as well as any facts about him, now being even further developed by the story-writers. Page after page, update after update the character in some ways felt more real than you, especially in your current deflated state. A gentleman, a sentimental soul, with what your colleague had called ‘four-dimensional’ traits and overall a funny, adorable sweetheart who at the click of a finger can turn into the sexiest man alive. There was nothing you did not like - aside from some details here and there that you were not sure who added but they had been approved so you had to deal with it, and that was problematic for your work since it meant that you were in the permanent state of wanting to do the character justice. You scrolled back up, starting at the brief, staring at the name as if it wasn’t already imprinted in your mind. Jeong Yunho. 

The dance instructor and choreographer. The talented and hardworking man who the main character would meet third, on her eighth day in Seoul. Born on the twenty-third of March nineteen ninety-nine in the city of Gwangju, moving to Seoul to chase his dreams and fight for them. Special talents… skills… favourite phrases… preferences… key memories… you read on, re-absorbing the details and rearranging them on imaginary shelves, trying to make sense of the information in the context of character design. How were you going to depict all of this in a pair of eyes? A part of you was confident that you were overthinking - actually, you definitely were. Not a single other designer was on Yunho's creation, and developers were going to look at him not as a persona, as a representation of a being that had become real in your mind, but as a task to execute, lines of code to make him move in predetermined ways, make him talks in predetermined ways, smile… yes, you were excited to see him be just that bit more alive, but at the same time, you were afraid of that moment - it would be right then that the world you had subconsciously built for you and him alone would be shattered, and your daydreams dispelled, maybe even crushed. So, getting the eyes perfect right now was the least you could do. At least your Yunho would be perfect.

Swearing under your breath, you picked up the pen once more and twirled it once around your fingers. His personality was fresh on your mind, heart racing, you could almost imagine him in front of you. With a final nod of encouragement, you dived back in, with more vigour and motivation than before, determined to get Yunho right, and to depict him how he truly was, how you knew he should be. The time ticked past, and so did the layers of doubt. Erasing themselves along with strokes of the digital brushes that dissatisfied you, you were unveiling the true character, and with a light heart, a smile on your face and a saved file, leaned onto your desk and rested your head on your crossed arms, just for a quick break to relish in the fact that you finally achieved the look that you had been searching for…

“Hey, good morning you worker bee, what did I tell you about sleeping at your desk?”

You never thought you could yell, right after waking up, as loud as you did at that moment. Jolting up from your seat, forgetting all the papers, equipment and stationery that was strewn about on the table on which you had been dozing, you bolted away from the source of the voice. It had resounded far too close to you for comfort, belonged to no one whom you knew, and was dangerously sweet and slightly lower-set. Pleasant. But who the hell was in your apartment and how did they break in when you almost always double-locked your door? After building up a bit of distance, you finally looked up and rubbed the last bits of sleep from your eyes. The figure was lean, toned, considerably tall, perhaps even very tall, definitely a man, with dark hair and a face that was a bit too similar to-

Jeong Yunho. Jaw-dropping, you darted back to your tablet and computer, practically shaking the mouse, forcing the entire digital system to begrudgingly awaken at your command. You searched everywhere. The open file, others, older versions… nothing. No luck in finding what you had been working on. It was as if the Yunho you had been spending weeks developing had never existed, and all that you were left with and were staring at was a blank page, and the character, no, a whole man, right in front of you, supposedly living, breathing and in your room. You stood up straight, giving the not-quite-a-stranger but still a stranger a once over, while he, confused, had an eyebrow raised and a sheepish smile on his face. He looked adorable that way. Abashed to the point of cuteness - you recalled a game developer on your team describing the planned emotional response functionality in that way; it had been a hit, and now you were seeing, in person, why. 

“Y-Yunho?” you whispered in disbelief, a hand hovering over your mouth while you were wondering whether you should officially report yourself to your boss for having succumbed to the delusions. Relief flashed over the beautiful man’s features when you mentioned his name, timidly, yes, but still, it was his name that you uttered.

“Yes, Y/N, that’s me, hey, don’t worry.”

“Y/N?” He knew your name. This was too real - a shriek erupted from what felt like the depths of your soul, and you shut your eyes, only to open them again and to see the same picture, but a little more zoomed in. He was approaching you. Code red, alert, alert, hot man of your dreams who you had been drawing all the time and were effectively being paid to thirst over was approaching you.

“Do you not remember me or something, are you okay? See I keep telling you to not sleep so late, it’s bad for you-”

“Look who’s talking, mister ‘time to text at two in the morning’,” It was a shot in the dark, a random recollection of facts that had been noted about Yunho, but that was true, since he stopped immediately, a dazzling smile on his face.

“Alright, alright, you got me. But hey, you answer me so we are in this together, right?” he countered, and winked. 

“Yeah… and I should stop drinking coffee that late, it gives me some cursed… abilities…” you concluded cryptically, though Yunho did not seem to care much about the wording, taking it as your account of how easily you had been spooked by him.

After the initial wave of ‘stranger danger’ had subsided, instead being replaced by the odd conviction that the man before you truly was just the representation of the character for the simulator, you crossed your arms and regarded him more slowly, calmly while he approached the book cabinet that was filled to the brim with manga, manhwa, figurines, dolls, action figures… effectively the best representation of what had inspired you and continued to drive you to do what you were doing in your life now. He was dressed casually, in a zip-up grey hoodie and dark grey jeans. He had taken off his shoes and was in black socks that he stuffed into a pair of slippers - so in this reality, Yunho clearly was a regular guest. Scratching the back of your head, you wondered if this was a storyline that had been updated and you were unknowingly hallucinating.

“Well, uh, if you… if you want me to come by another time I don’t mind. Whatever works best for you…”

Oh. It finally clicked in your head, and your heart fluttered. The moment was stark and aching in your mind, and you were barely able to contain yourself, the subconscious fangirl in you fully awakening. The light flush of pink on his cheeks, those damn doe eyes that were so perfect, and were now looking right at you as if you were Yunho’s entire world, it was all a telltale sign for what was to happen later, and the past disappointment at having been woken up and having no more documents to present evaporated. This was another life, it had to be. One where you did not have to worry about the endless story points, bi-weekly sprints and one deliverable after another. Only a very precious Yunho who, while toying with the sleeve of his hoodie was pondering if he was even welcome.

“Hey! No, we were planning to hang out and we are going to. Sorry, you know how work is and it got to me this time. What shall we do then? Go out, stay in?” you amplified your sociability, putting the fantastical aspect of the circumstances on the back burner for future pondering.

Laying down the pen that you had absent-mindedly grabbed for self-defence, you stepped around the desk and towards Yunho, never once breaking the visual exchange, except when his gaze darted to the floor under your intensity. You had the advantage after all, of knowledge. You could sense, and could confirm by your universe, what exactly was going to happen. He was pretending to not be affected by your closeness, looking at the cabinet again, though the tone in which he spoke was vulnerable, every bit the dream guy you were imagining all this time. You could barely resist the urge to pinch his cheek - in fact, you made a mental note to yourself to check if that was a playable option in the game or not.

“Can we… stay in?”

“Take out?” if there was something you would not quite let him do, it would be to give him full power over the kitchen. Perhaps another time, but not when the dream was so magnificent.

“You bet! I’m buying this time-”

“Yun, c’mon.”

“Technically I am still the guest.”

“You are much more than a guest-” a pause, a blur within which Yunho was attempting to pick out the meaning behind the words which you had purposefully left to be ambiguous, just to mess with him a little bit. It was too sweet, “I mean, you practically live here at this point,” he groaned and playfully rolled his eyes while continuing to tap in the order to what was for sure meant to be your favourite restaurant in the neighbourhood.

You followed him into your living room. Everything was just as you had left it. Even Yunho’s presence was beginning to feel natural, probably because it had already been pretty much just as constant as him now physically falling onto the couch and leaning back to stretch an arm out over the back of it. Hell, you had even spent some evenings sketching him in this same room. As you settled beside him, while still keeping a little bit of distance - just as friends who were feeling not quite platonic would do, you realised that indeed, you were that close. You did know him ‘since forever’, and whatever this fever dream was, you had every right to enjoy it. So upon pulling your legs onto the couch and under you, you settled in and with a soft sigh began to set up the movie you were going to watch. Just like you and Yunho would do had he been an actual interest of yours.

As the food arrived and was promptly devoured, and you were midway through the film, you found Yunho slowly but surely gravitating towards you. First, it was with an outstretched hand when he was trying to imitate a character on the screen, then with him sitting ever so slightly closer when there was supposedly a ‘spooky moment’ even though you knew full well that out of the two of you, you were the one who would not dare enter a haunted house again, and finally, under the pretence of ‘wanting to show you a funny meme on his phone’ he sat right next to you, thighs flush against each other, arm resting on the sofa right behind your head. You could not help but lean into the warmth, attracted to it, comforted. You knew Yunho inside and out, and if there was anyone who you would trust like this, it would be him. He had seen you at your worst - crying in the office bathrooms when during your early days at the company you had been humiliated by your old boss (who, thankfully, had been promptly fired), and had seen you at your best - your award-winning presentation and proof of concept for an innovative life simulation game, selected as a showpiece for the company at a major global conference. He was always there. Be it on your phone, in a sketchbook, or on your laptop - he was always there, cheering you on. There was no difference between then and now, except that now you could allow your head to rest against his broad chest, hearing the soothing beating of his heart behind the cotton fabrics, feeling how his hand dropped to trace random, intricate shapes on your shoulder while his eyes stayed glued to the television screen. 

You could sense that he was afraid to look at you, or at least of what he would think or do if he were to do so. He was warm. Very warm. Maybe too warm. You looked up, noting the adorable redness of his ears that appeared only in particular instances: either he just woke up from deep sleep which was not the case, or he had violently shaken his head and rubbed his ears - another no, or he was embarrassed and shy. Bingo. There it was. You nuzzled against him and swore you could feel his entire body stiffen. Just like when a cat makes a person ‘ the chosen one’ by lying on their lap and said person almost forgets to breathe, you nearly knocked consciousness out of Yunho, it seemed.

“What’s up?” you mumbled, noting that Yunho straightened his back, sitting in an unnatural position.

“I, uh, nothing, it’s nothing,” he responded, clearing his throat, still not daring to look to the side to face you. 

A pause. That was his character - you nodded to yourself. He had always been like this. Sympathy through the roof but when it came to his openness - he far from often strayed into that field. It would take quite a bit of coaxing, or, somehow easier, waiting for the right moment. So wait you did, comfortably resting against Yunho, insistent that he return to his previously unwinded state. Before you could snake your hand around him to pull his hood up, your friend suddenly shot up, mumbling something about it being too stuffy, or too hot, and tugged the article of clothing off.

All would be fine and dandy if he was not built how he was - and you knew it better than anyone, however strange it was to admit. After all, you had been the one to pick and sketch out his physique, knowing every muscle, curve and edge. As he fumbled with the sleeves, you took in his form, mouth agape as you saw what you had only perceived two-dimensionally, now in live action, and somehow being the one case of where the transition was impeccable if not better. If he were to turn at any moment, he would bear witness to your disturbingly dedicated scrutiny. But at the same time, what could a digital artist and designer do when a handsome man was right before them? Exactly. It was practically a duty to perceive; if not for personal interests (which you would be a liar if you were to say you did not have them), then at least for science. He looked too good in the dark grey graphic t-shirt, which, despite it being slightly oversize, did its beautiful work by revealing his perfectly toned arms. When you noticed him being in the process of turning back, you peeled your gaze away and back to the movie, not sure where in the storyline you even were, nor what the actors were saying. Patting the space next to you, you beckoned Yunho back. This time, he was calmer in his demeanour, falling back and letting you fall into him, with him, for him - and he was right there to catch you. 

Action scene after action scene turned into a blur, dialogue was static that you were not bothered to discern while you focused on Yunho’s breathing. Shallower than before, but still comforting. Who would have thought that you would be cuddling with your dream man when a mere few hours ago you were holed up behind your desk, with a cramped and stiff neck, an exhausted hand and equally tired eyes? Eyelids grew heavier, and you wondered if it would be long before you would fall asleep again, and wake up alone, as usual; a bitter smile settled on your lips when the realisation hit you, earning you a perplexed glance from Yunho and a poke in your side.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Definitely something, he turned to you, studying your every movement. The action led him to detangle himself from you, leading you to shiver a little from the lack of his body heat, “ah wait are you cold now? I- wait, here, hoodie?”

“Thanks.”

Him. In every thread. The scent of clean laundry, cotton, and fabric softener. There was something so magical in it, soothing. You wanted to float in the aroma and this moment forever. Pulling the hoodie tighter around you, you pretended to not notice the adoration that was blatantly obvious in Yunho’s expression. He watched as you pushed up the sleeves a little bit, crossed your legs and looked back at him.  Your friend, your muse and subject was nervous, and it did not need a trained professional to figure it out. The tale was climbing to a peak, and the main characters had to face it together. You waited for him, mellowness across your features as you played with one of the hoodie’s drawstrings.

Yunho looked at you, and something about the purity, and hopefulness within him made you think of the very first drawings you had made on post-its in the middle of a conference. Bored out of your mind, your mind wandered back to pondering the new project you had been assigned - the dating simulator. Idea after idea had been proposed for the characters, but not a single one stuck. Everyone was at a standstill until he came along. A breathtaking blessing, just like he was now. Silence settled like snow, only to be broken by a short hum, and Yunho taking the risk you had been wishing for.

“I… I know it has only been a few months but… I really don’t think I can be friends with you anymore, Y/N,” you tilted your head as he put his hands on his lap, fingers repeatedly messing with the material of his sweatpants - his attempt to soothe himself. You, on the other hand, were oddly calm. Simply waiting for the events to unfold and for you to embrace them with the fullest heart. While he was searching for the right words to say, you placed a hand over his, waking him from rumination. A weak smile was replaced by determination, truth spilling from his soul.

“I like you too much. Really. I would not be able to keep my distance even if I tried.”

“Well I think you are a bit too far away right now, Yun,” with a wave of boldness having washed over you, you acted on instinct, leaning towards the beautiful, infinitely precious man until he could not look away, captivated by your proximity, your glimmering eyes, your acceptance.

“Huh?” the sound was barely audible, an echo lost to the tension. You ran a finger over his jawline, instantly seeing his expression darken with another reverberating, deep sensation.

“We should seal the deal, shouldn’t we?” remaining cryptic, you inched closer and closer until you could pick apart the flicks of lighter mahogany in those stunning irises - you wanted to shake your hand for having persevered to finish them in the drawing. Truly, one of a kind.

“What-”

“Oh just kiss me already-”

That phrase you did not need to tell Yunho twice. Finally catching on, he was the first to destroy the distance between you, capturing your lips with his and letting his hand find purchase in your hair, digits running through it, caressing you, guiding you into a shared rhythm. He was as sweet as vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. An intoxicating, ecstatically overwhelming daze that consumed you whole. You saw the sketches flash before you, burning one by one to fuel the desire building for Yunho, for you, for the two of you together. It felt right, it felt real. Arms over his shoulders, you allowed him to pull you into his lap, embrace you and pepper the softest kisses on your cheeks, and your neck, finding the path back to your lips. You felt more alive than ever with the electricity coursing through your newfound intimacy. Nothing existed. This universe was Yunho, and you could not be happier. Better than in any story that you or your co-workers could develop, better than in any fairytale, the oddity transformed into eternity. This was a dream you wanted to remain in for as long as you-

Saying it was hard to wake up was an understatement. Your entire body had been aching from having fallen asleep in an awkward position over your drawing tablet, you had slept past your alarms and as such had only fifteen minutes to cram getting ready and leaving for the office, and upon checking your schedule you had the ‘pleasure’ of having three more meetings being crammed into it, reducing your lunch break to what was a near null. With a sigh, you moved away from your space, dragging your tired body to your first official interaction of the day after having sat at your desk for a couple of hours, already dreading it. The new CEO - whoever they were, was the ‘I want to know all the details and be one with the teams’ type, how joyful, you wondered how long that would last. 

It was hard to find the motivation, especially after a dream such as yours. It kept on revolving in your head, pressing down on you, making you reminisce the gentle caresses, the sweet words and actions, the delightful kiss that you had managed to just have the time to experience with Yunho. You were seeing your character in an entirely new light, already having reworked some ideas for the possible special event outfits and spammed your close colleagues who were working on the storyline with some ideas about how Yunho could have even better depth and as such, engagement from prospective users. Perhaps for this meeting with authority you just needed to tap into your delusions and it would be good enough - at least they were productive for once. 

While you were setting up the presentation, the rest of your immediate team began to file in, giving you excited waves that you returned with an unprecedented warmth. Pleasant chatter, discussion of possibility, mention of just how special it was that this dating simulator game project was the one the CEO had chosen to see today… you were feeling confident. Whoever this person was going to be, you were going to give your best and-

The door opened. Heads turned. Greetings, bows - all forms of politeness that could be expressed being delivered. People standing up, while you stood up taller by the board, the title slide behind you. You raised your head, only for time to slow down and freeze entirely. Your hold on the clicker tightened, and the only person aside from you who existed at that moment was the newcomer. The CEO. Greeting others with a smile and with equally as elegant bows. Every bit the gentleman in his tailored suit, hair swept back and impeccably styled. Jeong Yunho.

This had to be some kind of joke, right? Was this a dream? The stinging remaining after you pinched your arm slapped you back into reality. No. This Yunho was definitely real. But who was the one you-... the one you started dating? The one who you were way more than colleagues or friends with? Before your mind could accelerate into panicked rumination, his gaze stopped at you, and you could sense everyone else’s attention drift to you too. You were under his spotlight. Melting under what was nothing but kindness in his eyes.

“L/N Y/N, right? I heard a lot about you,” his grin was making you dizzy, memories of his taste resurfacing and sending heat to your cheeks, giving them a light dusting of pink.

“Good things, I hope?” you managed, he chuckled, and sent you a wink before sitting down on his chair.

“The best. I am really looking forward to this,” a playful tease.

“Glad to know this.”

“I heard you made quite a few new developments, how did that happen?” you knew what he was getting at, and that made you feel secure. So it was the same Yunho. That precious Yunho who had confessed to you, the one who had come to life and was now part of yours, by some odd twist of fate had appeared in your company, and was now right in front of you, eager and in love. You smirked while twisting to check the slide one last time, well aware that his only focus ever would be you.

“Came to me in a dream.”

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[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

its yunho day.

[faceglitchsworld]

It's the 23th of March, which means one thing...

It's Yunho's birthday! 🎉

So, have the pleasure to see the collage I made for him 😌

Didn't choose his most recent outfits, I know, I know, you can shame me, my family and my cow for this BUT I have my reason and my reason is that I loved this Halloween outfit on him and I wanted to put it in the collage. And I choosed the other one because is cute here. That's it.

Also I gave you the boyfriend material pics c'mon, you can forgive me now

And now it's time for the letter

Let's start with a little story time. When I started to search Ateez's pics my brain was a little...uhm, dizzy, to say the least. Maybe it's because they're the fourth group that I started stanning and my eyes weren't well "trained" as they are now but I clearly remember that my first days trying to get into them were about me trying to recognize the members and failing. I know, kinda strange now that I think about it.

What's Yunho's rule in all of this? Well, he was the second member that I immediately recognised and my reference point when I was watching Ateez's group pictures trying to recognize every member. I always started my little recognizing exercise by starting from him or my ult. He was an, uhm, anchor to say the least. I'm pretty sure that without him my brain would have exploded 🤣

This is why his personal tag has the anchor as a symbol, even tho I must admit that, in my opinion, this symbol can work perfectly for him like for everything. He's the perfect anchor for Mingi for example.

Look, if you followed me for a while, you know how much I love seeing idols being good friends with eachother and Yunho and Mingi's friendship is no exception for me. I love how they kept their bond after so many years, is something that it doesn't always happen. And, well, maybe it's just my impression but I think that if their friendship lasted so much is thanks to Yunho especially. The way he cares about Mingi, how he knows him so well, how Mingi sees him as someone where he finds comfort everytime...I don't know you, but yeah, Yunho is truly Mingi's anchor.

And I love how he shows his caring side even with the other members too. It's not always simple dealing with Ateez's 99 Line, they're capable to bring chaos if left without any control. But Yunho made what is the bravest thing ever, which is making sure that the 99 Line will do everything according to the plan. If this is not bravery than I don't know what it is exactly. This man should be praised and loved for what he does every time for the 99 Line, really. I wonder how much self control and patience he has sometimes.

And this self control applies even on his kind of humour, which is honestly one of the best humour in Ateez for me. Not much chaotic and loud, not much unpredictable, just him trying to be funny while being serious and making everything awkward. You don't have any idea how many times I watched his funny compilations and a big smile came into my face. I truly had some fun time with him.

Dear Yunho, I've come at the end of this letter and unfortunately I don't have enough lovely words to spend for you. I can only say that I will always be thankful to what you did and still doing for Ateez. From the way you care about the members to how you help and Hongjoong on Idol Radio by being a good charismatic MC. And, well, thank you for being my anchor when I was trying to get to know Ateez in the first place. I already said it, I know, but without you I would have never fallen in love with the amazing group you're part of. Thank you, really.

Hope you'll celebrate this day happily with the members and you'll receive amazing gifts from them, your family and Atiny too.

Happy birthday, my anchor ⚓

[seventhcallisto]

DENSE . (j.yh)

a/n: hbd yuyu (a lil something I had in the drafts!!!)

C/w : SMUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT fingering (r.rec), teasing, public teasing, soft dom yuyu, switch! reader (sorta).

Pairings : idol!bf!yunho x idol!(member)afab!reader

Synopsis : getting your boyfriend a little flushed isn't hard to do, but the consequences will always haunt you. (SMUT)

Yunho could be considered like his counterpart tyudeongi, cute and clueless looking.

Like a cute puppy, eager to please and wagging his imaginary tail whenever you praised him.

"I think I like when you're a little harder with me" you boldly admitted earlier in the day, and from right next to you, sitting on his phone with his legs crossed, yunho hummed. He was still dead set on texting whoever he was texting.

"Really?" his eyes split from his screen to glance at you, the familiar redness to the top of his ears coming forth the longer you both looked at each other. His lips quirked into an innocent smile, his single right hand on his phone. He squeezed your knee with the other, "I'll keep that in mind," he laughed lightly.

It really wasn't until later in the day, after a joint photoshoot, that you both get a break alone. Sitting in the car, yunho decided to take the backseat with you. He liked having you close like that. With a single hand holding your thigh and his other once again, typing away on his phone. The car was familiar with the darkness that you've encountered the last couple of sleepless nights. Packed schedule and all.

But you couldn't help the buzzing of your excitement the moment yunhos hand slowly began stroking up and down your thigh. Unconsciously, of course. Yunho had no idea what he was doing. You shifted from next to him, and the only thing he did was send a questionable glance at you.

"Are you tired?" He murmured, voice a bit husky from a long day. His deeper tone came forth due to the quiet he tried to keep. You tilted your head, thinking about it. "Just a bit," you sighed. He glanced down to your lips, then back up, pursing his own to begin talking again. "You can sleep on me until we get there," he smiled gently. And you had half an idea to feel guilty for thinking about the way his hand was slowly sliding to the innerside of your thigh.

You glanced down but quickly looked back up. "It's okay, I don't think I'll be able to anyways." And you wouldn't, not with the throb between your legs and the heat from yunhos palm on your covered thigh.

He hummed, a mumbled confirmation that the option was there always. Sweetly said, despite the way your perverse mind was still on his vieny and long hand clenched on your thigh. There was something wrong with your mind today.

Were you on something? Why were you suddenly so... needy.

You could recount the times the pulse between your legs took over for a moment. When you woke up this morning, curled up on yunho instead of your side of the dorm. His features- soft and free, and just.. so kissable. All puffed and his lips a bit dry, but the moment he opened his eyes and looked at you, did he finally wet them with a quick swipe of his tongue, his arms stretching over his head. Shirt riding up to reveal his tone torso. His eyes squinting shut from satisfaction. A quiet sigh from his throat- before he was tossing himself back over your side again, snuggling into your chest.

"You're staring," he mumbled.

Or when he was getting his makeup applied just before the shoot, his features enhanced by the work of the artist- applying a thin layer of lipstick to his plump lips. You could tell he was lost in thought, too busy focusing on the tickling feeling of the brush hair against his sensitive lips.

You were staring again.

Yunho gently shrugged his arms over you, his face mere inches from yours. The camera shuttered and clicked, and then suddenly, he was staring directly at you. His lean figure towering down to your level, his eyes taking on the familiar sultry look he always has in photos.

You couldn't help the way you stared back or when you continued to stare when he turned away to look at the photographer.

Your boyfriend was a little dense to the way he made you feel. Especially with times like this where it was so hard to convey that he was making you wet merely from the way he acts. The hand placed on your thigh or the casualness of his actions. His own tall body radiating heat next to you, or when he'd breath, and his already spread legs would bump yours mindlessly.

Your hand landed on his thigh, and he twitched as a response, glancing at you from the corner of his phone. But you were already looking away, taking interest in the outside view.

Just an inch did you move, pressing further up.. and then up until there was an audible clear of yunhos throat, his leg leaning farther into your grip. Yunho was sensitive, especially with your touch. You knew that.

"Jagi" he sighed, a bit pained, more so a whimper, followed by a barely audible gulp when you finally touched his crotch, just a slight graze of your fingertips over his strained jeans. He leaned further down into you, his phone tilted to the side- you could see the reflection from the glass you were staring out.

You began a pattern of touching, like strokes that made his hips twitch forward. You were trailing up to the path of his zipper, then his buttons, and finally, at his waistband.

Before you could press further. The driver door was being swung open, and you withdrew your hand. Yunho cleared his throat, his eyes a bit wide from the sudden interruption.

"Good job today guys," your sweet manager had said, unbeknownst to the action you had just done prior. He took his seat in the car, adjusting the rear view mirror. Then, finally, the sleek black car was in motion.

Yunho hadn't said a word, nor would he pick up his phone during the entire drive. His face was void, his jaw slightly clenched. You were in for it.

Rough palms gripped your hips the moment you stepped through the entrance of your dorm. Yunho, following behind with his heat radiating onto you. A heavy weight to his movement when he guided you forward after slipping off your shoes.

His fingertips digged into the ample flesh of your hips, his foot gently closing your bedroom door from behind you, the only singular room. He was spinning you around before you could say a word. His lips were on yours the next second, leading your arms to wrap around his neck. He picked up your weight easily, wrapping your thighs around him.

"You think you're cute?" He huffed sarcastically against your grinning lips, parting to breath from such an intense kiss, his eyes locking with yours. "I'm not the one who got a boner from just touching,"

His own grin made yours falter, a small breathless chuckle vibrating his chest. "Really? Come on, sweetheart." he trailed a kiss from your jaw down to your neck. His grin never left. "You don't think I didn't notice, right?" His hands were steady on your thighs to hold you pressed against him and the door, you wiggled from the friction of his hard abdomen pressed against your core.

"I know you've been waiting for this all day" he hummed against your neck, swiftly pulling away, you gasped as he took you away from the door, stepping away and placing you down on your bed.

He parted your thighs to place himself between them, continuing his assault on the hickey blooming on your neck. His larger body caging you in. "Come on, tell me you've been thinking about this all day" he parted from your skin, groaning into most of his words.

You panted softly. The ache growing between your legs the longer you had yunhos harsh jeans pressing into your clothed core.

"Been thinking about your cock all day yunho" you whined softly, threading your arms over his shoulder and into his hair. He hummed appreciatively against your neck, trailing down further. He pushed your shirt up, riding it higher so he could continue placing wet kisses on the new skin.

"Yeah? What else baby?" he encouraged with shuttered breaths, meeting just under your belly button with a single kiss. His thin and nimble fingers catch under your legging waistband and underwear to pull them off in one go.

You laid back gently, letting yunho take the lead. You sighed heavily. "I wanted you to fuck me all day- wanted you this morning too" yunhos breath finally reached you. You hips jolting from the coolness of the air.

"Fuck, you're ruined sweetheart, been wanting me this bad?" Yunho chuckled, parting your folds with his longest fingers. You shuddered from the friction, your clit aching for stimulus.

"Always want you this bad, yunho," you grumbled, moaning when he began gathering your slick and pressing against your entrance.

"Don't worry baby, tha' feelings mutual" he groaned, eyes locked on the image of your cunt in front of him. Slicked and sticky from the amount of arousal pooling in your underwear all day.

"Yunho" you whined the moment he pressed his thin digits into your cunt twisting them forward and stretching you out to take something larger.

He chuckled at your reaction, eyes lidded and full of desire. You could never get over that look. His fingers thrusting softly against your cunt and his palm ever so often grazing against your clit. The perfect amount of stimulus to make your already sensitive and neglected cunt spasm.

"You gonna cum from just this sweetheart?" Yunho murmured to you quietly, spreading your thighs out on his lap, knees keeping you spread open for his hand to work its magic. Your eyes were drifting every so often, biting back moans so you wouldn't wake any of your other members.

"Yes- yun- fuck" your head was thrown back in pleasure, that familiar sensation buzzing your entire body until it was too much. Each rub and flick of yunhos fingers inside you- stretching you out so good like he's done before. "C-cumming" you trembled in his grip, reaching for anything to hold you stable from the torture of a sudden and shocking oncoming orgasm.

Yunho was still thrusting his long, nimble digits when you began coming down, gummy walls fluttering around his pale fingers until you were trying to clench your thighs shut. Yunho pulled away with a satisfied sigh. Kissing your tummy on his way up. His eyes look up at you through parted lashes.

"Still okay?" He whispered, kissing the skin on your knee before he crawled up to land another soft one to your neck.

"Still good," you confirmed softly, wrapping your arms around your tall boyfriend. "Yunho," you softly called his name, twisting your legs around his torso and pulling him flush to you. He landed with a soft "oof" and laughed lightly. "What is it, sweetheart? Hmm? Tell me what you want"

"Yunho, I need you," you whimpered, yunhos shuddered breath reached your neck, a trail of kisses, soft and ticklish up your throat and to your own parted lips. "Say please?" The sly grin on his lips had you huffing, his eyes glued to the way your mouth fell open.

"Please yunho"

[cupidyeosang]

sensitive. [jyh x ftm!reader.] [18+ bulletpoint headcanons]

notes: reader is afab and on hrt, which means very sensitive bottom growth (aka a large clit, or t-dick) and very horny reader. no specifications on how long reader's been on t since that stuff doesn't fully die down lol. this is basically me rambling about my own desires oops. AND hbd yuyu!!

cw: teasing, edging, overstim, praise, he calls reader 'bunny'

yunho loves to tease you with gentle, barely-there touches

he would coo at you once you start moving your hips, trying to get him to press just a little harder

"ohhh look at you~ so needy~ i barely touched your dick and you're already begging for more~"

he could do it for hours, just holding your hips down while barely rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit

he just loves watching you squirm and whine for him to do something

yunho will touch you through your clothes just cus he thinks you're cute when you're needy :(

yunho also really likes it when you desperately hump his thigh

he's a really big fan of it, actually

he'll grab your hips and guide your movements too

"i have such a cute bunny, don't i? always so horny, hmm?"

yunho is also very fond of groping your crotch when giving you back hugs

regularly makes comments about how big your cock is too, esp when he's grabbing your crotch

"look at that, you have a bulge~ your dick is big enough to show in such loose shorts, amazing~"

yunho regularly overstims you, too

he loves your lack of a refractory period, and combined with how needy you are.... he thinks it's a perfect combo to spend time playing around with, really.

but despite all the teasing, yunho loves to praise you

he's constantly telling you how good you are, how good you look, calling you his good boy, how proud he is, etc

idk how to end these but, tl;dr yunho is a tease but makes you feel good ? asdhfjfk lmk if i need to add tags or cws ^-^ pls rb this if you like it 🥺

writing © cupidyeosang 2024 | banners © cafekitsune

[yuyu1024]

HBD

Pairings: Yunho × Y/N

Genre/tags: jealous bf, slice of life

Warning: Fluff, mention of violence and blood but not extreme

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words:

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: sorry havent written for a while. So this may not be as good or okay.

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While you were at your office getting ready to go home after a very... very tiring and long day, you suddenly received a phone call from Yeosang saying that there was an incident during the boys game.

He explained carefully to you what had happened. And you are stunned what and how it all happened.

"Thank you for telling me..." you tell Yeosang who is still on phone

"I figured he hasn't told you about it... knowing Yunho."

"Yeah... I have no freaking idea..." you say. You even sound disappointed coz how could you not notice. "How long has it been? I mean... when you all noticed this... and I don't..."

"Don't be hard on yourself. Yunho is good at hiding what he thinks and feels... we just know because we've known him for so long..."

"I know... but me being his girlfriend should be more... attentive..."

"Don't be hard on yourself. Just talk to him."

"Okay... I will... thank you."

"Okay... San and Seonghwa will drop him at your place."

"Okay..."

[End call]

****

The second you arrive at your place and getting out of the taxi, San and Seonghwa are parking by the curb. Seonghwa is driving Yunho's car while San is driving his SUV, where Yunho is at the moment.

Pretty sure, Yunho got an earful from San during the whole drive. Because out of everybody in their group he is the one who does not condone violence the most. Especially between their friendship group.

"Hi..." Seonghwa greets you as he shuts the door and presses the lock. "How are you?"

"Hmm..." you shrug.

He breathes out a small chuckle. "Yeah... who like to work late on a friday."

"Yeah... but atleast its the last overtime for this season." You say

"Glad to hear..." Seonghwa then hands you the key for Yunho's car. "But sorry that you have to deal with the aftermath." He adds referring to what had happened between Yunho and Mingi.

"I'll talk to him."

"Please do." Seonghwa puts both his hands inside his pockets. "It's just a misunderstanding... you know... boys..."

"It is." You sigh.

"This ends now okay?"

You and Seonghwa both hear San talking to Yunho with firmnesd as he assists him getting down the passenger seat.

"You two, are friends!" San adds

You watch your boyfriend get down quietly. He have a cut on the corner of his lips, a bleeding knee and knuckle. But you are glad its not as bad as you imagined. Coz you know how these boys fight if they have too.

"I can walk." He says in his lower register. Meaning he is still not in the mood. Though that didn't faze San from still standing by him in case Yunho shows struggle.

"He's fine. Physically." Seonghwa says to you. "He's just...."

"Not in the mood?" You finish his sentence

"Yeah..." Seonghwa pats you by the shoulder before you two go and approach the other two.

"We'll go now...." San says as he hands you Yunho's duffle bag.

"Thank you for bringing him here..." you say

"No problem." San smiles at you before his eyes goes to Yunho, who's already walking towards the door of your place. "Get well soon!" San yells

****

After Yunho's friend's left, you went inside and follow your boyfriend. He is limping but thats not what you worry about.

"Hey..." you put his bag down and yours while you follow him to the living room. "What happened?" You ask

"It's nothing..." he sigh as he sits down at the sofa, throwing his head back and eyes shut. "The game just got heated. That's all."

You then sit down next to him and observe. "I've been to your games before... this is not how intense you all play..." you begin. "Especially with your own teammates... your friends..." you add as you grab his hand to check his wound. "Talk to me..." you softly trail off

He slowly opens his eyes and stair at the ceiling. "I don't know what you want me to say..."

"Yunho..." you beg him. "Just tell me... or... do you want me to call Mingi and ask him?"

"No!" He then grabs your hand like you are about to leave even though you didn't even move an inch. "No... don't."

"Okay... so... will you tell me? Why you two fought?" He search for his face as he avoids eye contact with you. "Baby... please..."

He takes a deep breathe before he turns his head to look at you before looking down at your hand, the one he's holding.

"I was...." his thumb caresses your hand. "I am... jealous..."

"Jealous? What do you mean?"

His lifts his gaze to you. "I'm jealous of Mingi...."

"I don't understand what do--"

"I saw you two..." he cuts you off. "More than three times... this month..." he is struggling to get his words out. Like he can't believe what he's saying and accussing you off.

"You saw us...? And you... got... jealous?" You try to process what he's saying and trying to understand his perspective.

"You two were friends before 'us' happened." His grip on your hand got tighter. "You had a crush on him before... and...."

You move closer to your boyfriend and lean in to give him a reassuring smooch. "Mingi and I are friends... that's all." You cup his cheek and kiss him there as well. "And my crush on him... that was during gradeschool..."

"But... still..."

"You've known about this ever since we met... it was not an issue before..." you watch him look a bit down and embarassed now that he told you the reason. "Did I do something that made you feel this way?"

"Nothing...." he leans his back. "I just... I don't know... I'm not even sure why and how..."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

He looks at you. "Because I'm scared that if I contront you... you'll... leave me..." he mumble the last words as it hurts him to think that it is a possibility

"Why would I leave you? You're the man I love..."

"I know that... however... the two of you..."

"Yunho... Mingi and I work at the same company...so we are bound to see each other... but that's it."

"But I saw you two... outside work... you two look so happy..." he pouts, "he even bought you jewelry."

"Ahh... I see..."

You breathe a smile after he mentioned that one day you and Mingi went out.

"We did went out to get jewelry together... but it's not for me..." you give him another kiss on the lips. "And I asked Mingi for help..."

"Why him and not me?" He's frowning. "You know I have always have time for you... to help you and be with you..."

"I know, baby... but how can I ask you for help if it's for you..."

"Huh?"

You get up from the sofa and go over to where you left your bag. "Since... Mingi is your best friend... I had to ask him what are your preferences..."

You pull out a small box from your bag and nervously approach you boyfriend.

"I can't believe... I'm doing this now... when you're bleeding and being jealous over nothing..."

"I don't... understand..."

You stand in front of him, smiling and blushing a little while hiding the box behind you. "Jeong Yunho..."

He tenses a bit when you call out his full name. You don't usually call him that.

"W-why...?" Suddenly the serious tone in his voice disappears

"The reason why... Mingi and I... have been meeting or talking... more than the usual especislly this month... is because... he's been helping me... like I said..."

To his surprise, you slowly go down on your knees, smiling and then shows him the black velvet box.

"What's that?"

You take a deep breathe; excited to show him what inside and also nervous to actually say what you want to say.

"Yunho... my love..." you are nervously smiling. "Baby..." you open the box to reveal a silver band with a diamond on top. "Advance happy birthday... and... will you marry me?"

[conscbgb]

We are lucky to have a person like Yunho living on this planet 🙏 HBD Yunho 👑🙌

[ateezbiia]

bia day 2022

original photos are not mine but the edits are!

ateez’s letter !

TRANSLATIONS

hongjoong: AYOBIA! Happy birthday 😉😎 I love you little monster. Eat well and don't forget we love you ❤️❤️!

seonghwa: Happy birthday to our young and beautiful Yoojin! Please never forget our love 💞💞💞💞🐯🐯🐯🐯💫💫⭐️⭐️

yunho: 22 looks good on you/22 fits well 😎

wooyoung: (my) pretty pretty pretty sister~~ HBD 🤭

her birthday live will most likely come out tmrw. i’m quite tired atm..

[kstarmx]

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[jonghotual-blog]

WISH / jeong yunho

PAIRING / jeong yunho & (gender neutral) reader [ft. the rest of ateez]

GENRE / teeny tiny bit of angst, fluff

WORD COUNT / 1.1k

DEDICATED TO / @purincafe ☆ also to the birthday boy himself!! i hope yunho’s having a wonderful day and he’s getting lots of love!!!

SYNOPSIS / he thought that everyone forgot about his birthday, but boy was he wrong.

Upon entering the living room after searching every room in the dorm, Yunho’s smile had dropped. He woke up, excited to spend his day with his lover and his friends, only to be left alone in the dorm for who knows how long. He let out a sigh, plopping down on the couch and crossing his arms. “Happy birthday to me, I guess...” he muttered bitterly, glancing over at the clock. 10:25 AM. Where was everyone? Where had they gone? He would have appreciated it if they’d at least left a note to let him know when they’d be back, or better yet, if they woke him up to let him know.

He sat on the couch for a few minutes in silence before deciding that he wasn’t going to let this ruin his birthday. Besides, they’d probably be back any time now. It would be easy for him to entertain himself while they were gone; maybe he could play that game Yeosang had shown him a few days back, or he could watch a movie, or even make himself some breakfast! With the thought of food, he nodded to himself and made his way to the kitchen, rummaging around for a short while before deciding on a simple breakfast of eggs and toast.

Not even half an hour later, as he was sat back on the couch and switching through channels to find something to watch, the front door opened. The boys had immediately shut up when they saw Yunho on the couch, eyes wide as they hadn’t been expecting him to be awake as he’d gone to sleep late the night before and he told them he would be sleeping in.

They each greeted him, filing into the dorm and sitting around the room, some on the couch and others sitting on the floor.

“Hi guys! Where’d you go?” he questioned once everyone had gotten comfortable, “And where’s (Y/N)?”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong shared a look, the latter being the one to speak up for the whole group, “We went to run some errands, sorry we didn’t let you know. We thought you’d still be asleep by the time we got home, you said you were going to sleep in? As for (Y/N): They had something they had to do, they said to tell you they’d be back later today and that they love you very much.”

Yunho frowned at the vague response. What ‘errands’ would involve all of them? Seeing as no one had any bags with them, he could rule out shopping (besides, shopping was generally a two-person job in this dorm). He had no idea what they could have been doing... Maybe they were planning something? That raised his spirits, but the frown stayed in place. “Ah, okay...”

You normally told him when you had to go somewhere, or at least left him a note if you couldn’t tell him directly. He found the circumstances somewhat suspicious, but let the topic go for now seeing as none of the boys wanted to give him a proper explanation.

Two hours later and Yunho was bitter once again. Not one of the boys had told him happy birthday, and he knew it was selfish to be thinking like that, but he felt that they should have at least acknowledge the fact that it was his day. What kind of friends would forget his birthday? He said nothing about it, though, not wanting to come off as self-centered.

Yeosang had been the one to notice how he was acting and brought it up to Seonghwa when the two were in the kitchen, away from everyone else.

“Do you think Yunho feels bad because we haven’t said anything regarding his birthday yet...?” he questioned, a small frown etched on his lips. Seonghwa was silent for a moment, having just realized that Yunho was acting off.

“Maybe... But we can’t say anything, we’ll make it up to him soon. (Y/N) said they’d be back with the cake at 12:30, so we just have to keep this up for a little while longer.”

Sure enough, you’d shown up at the exact time you’d told the others you’d be there, cake box in your hands and a smile on your face. You did feel bad that you’d left Yunho to wake up with no explanation of where you’d gone, especially on his birthday, but you hoped he’d forgive you. The boys had kept Yunho away from the door so they could keep the surprise, Mingi being the one sent to distract him and get him to go into another room while you set up.

It hadn’t taken long to set up the living room for the surprise. You’d also brought a few balloons and streamers, which the boys were more than happy to put up while you placed candles on the cake and lit them. As you lit the last candle, Jongho ran off to let Mingi know it was okay for them to come back.

While the seven of you were setting up, Mingi had brought Yunho to his room and insisted on showing him some lyrics he had been working on �� they weren’t finished, so that was what had tipped Yunho off. Mingi rarely showed lyrics that weren’t finished, unless he was asking for help, and even then that was generally brought to Hongjoong. So they had been planning something all along!

When Jongho poked his head into the room, Yunho had pretended not to notice the silent conversation he and Mingi had before he disappeared once again, Mingi clearing his throat and putting the notebook of lyrics back in its place. “This is probably boring, sorry... Why don’t we go back to the livingroom?”

The second he set foot into the room, everyone broke out into song, the smile on Yunho’s face growing by the second when he saw that you were there. He’d begun to expect this was coming, so he wasn’t as suprised as everyone had hoped, but the joy on his face was enough to make them happy, especially you. You wrapped your arms around him as he came close, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as the song came to an end. “Happy birthday, baby~” you whispered, your voice only loud enough for him to hear.

“Did you plan this, or was it their doing?” he asked, kissing your forehead. At the nod of your head, he grinned once again, “I love it. Thank you so much, love.”

“Yunho! Come on, the candles are melting, come make a wish!”

He couldn’t help but think, with you in his arms and his friends around him, that he had nothing he could wish for that he didn’t already have.

[halahala]

99.03.23 ❤︎ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO VOCALIST, DANCER, PERFORMER, STAGE GENIUS, ACTOR, & TEDDY-BEAR RETRIEVER: ATEEZ'S JEONG YUNHO ✨

[ateezivy]

#instaupdate 220610 ‘hbd ivy’ from mingi

tags: @skzfairies @itzy-eve

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

Hi-Five Village 주민 소개 🏘️

[faceglitchsworld]

It's the 15th of June here, which means that it's Yeosang Day!

Happy birthday Yeo 🥳

Please admire the collage I made for him 🥹

I'm so so happy for the pictures at the corners like a lot. I wanted to put his vampire costume he had at Halloween but I didn't like the colouring and since I don't have Photoshop I went to other options.

You can clown on me for not knowing how to use editing programs in general tho 🤡

Enough with the explanation about the collage, have the letter.

Ok, remember when I said ages ago that I struggled a lot at recognizing Ateez in group pictures and that I had to do exercises before understanding who was who? Great, because Yeosang was like the third member I learned to recognise. I know, it's shocking.

And do you wanna know another funny thing about him? At first I thought he would have entered immediately into my bias line. I remember how I was watching his selfies and I was like "Mmmmh, this is another introvert, a sweet and soft one. He'll become one of my biases, I can feel it. We'll resonate a lot."

Well, now that some time has passed I can say that past me was wrong. Yeosang is one of my bias wreckers. The third one.

While you're taking some time to recover from the shook, I'll start talking about what I like about him. And I'll start from the most superficial thing ever aka his birth mark. If you've followed me for a while you know that I go crazy when an idol shows their moles, their freckles or they're barefaced because I really, really want to see their imperfections. I don't know, I feel much more attached to them when I see these things. So imagine my curiosity when I discovered that Yeo has a birth mark. But my curiosity allied with my recklessness and I thought that I could have seen it immediately in the first selfies I found. But I forgot that make up exists...Shame on me, I know. But then I found the pictures and, well, my heart melted and my mind went "aww he's so cute and pretty". I love so, so much his birth mark, you got it. I always giggle and smile when he shows it.

Ok, enough with me focusing on details regarding people's look, you're here for something more. And well, without further ado I'll just say that my instinct and my first impressions were right because I immediately resonate with his introverted personality like, excuse me, did you see how much he's sassy? Or how much he calmly talks on his vlogs in general? I swear he can even talk about the most boring thing he ever did today and I would be hypnotized by it. And how can I not talk about how he seems so zoned out sometimes to the point which made thinking that he's a person who gets distracted very easily? I think that sometimes he does it only for the sake of making Hongjoong's hard life as a captain even more difficult than it already is but on the other hand I think that he really zones out without even noticing it. Which makes him so loved and appreciated to me.

Also, uhm, I don't know if it will sound wrong or strange but I understood completely how he was so jealous and protective towards Wooyoung. I have a little circle of friends who are very dear to me and sometimes I have those moments where I get jealous of them because I'm just scared to lose them. So, I admit that I resonated a lot with his jealousy and protectiveness. But I'm glad that after a while he decided to be a little more open and became more open with San too. I don't know if I did the same honestly, I think there's still some room for improvement for me, but when I think that I never overcome this defect of mine I always look up to Yeosang.

Oh, uhm, last thing, I'm still waiting for the day the AteezMon plushies will be released. You know, those plushies based on his drawings. I want those. Especially FixMon.

Dear Yeosang, while I'm writing this, the next comeback is behind the corner. I'm pretty sure that these months and days have been so busy that you and the other members barely had time to catch a break. My only wish for you right now is to take your time and rest well. I really hope that this resting time will come as far as possible and that it will last for a very long time. You deserve it.

I hope this day will be amazing for you and that you'll spend some great time with the members. I'm sure that Atinys already wrote many love messages and sent you many gifts. Read all of them and treasure them dearly.

Oh, I was almost forgetting. I saw the special video you released today. I'm so happy that now I can finally hear your voice at your full potential. I really want to hear more covers from you <3

Happy birthday, Prince Yeo ❤️

[lveclouds]

yunho + one to all era

[yuyu1024]

° ATEEZ Masterlist °

🎯 - one shot

⭐️ - series/with parts

💖 - fluff

🌹 - smut

Hongjoong

Goodbye kiss 🎯💖

Need you 🎯🌹

Seonghwa

Jealous ⭐️💖🌹

I dare you 🎯💖🌹

Darling 🎯🌹

Hide and seek 🎯🌹

Take a chance ⭐️💖🌹

Vanilla 🎯🌹

Yunho

Two friends with benefit 🎯🌹

Falling 🎯💖

I love you, Two 🎯🌹

Won't you regret it? ⭐️🌹

I think... I love you ⭐️🌹

Roommate 🎯🌹

HBD 💖🎯

6 years 🎯

Yeosang

Those eyes 🎯💖🌹

Lost innocence 🎯💖🌹

Mingi

Two friends with benefit 🎯🌹

Wallflower 🎯💖

I love you, Two 🎯🌹

Kiss me 🎯💖

Won't you regret it? ⭐️🌹

I think... I love you ⭐️🌹

San

Do you want to f*ck? 🎯💖🌹

Chance 🎯💖

Attention 🎯🌹

12:05 🎯🌹

One and only 🎯🌹

Birthday Sex 🎯🌹

Cherry lips 🎯💖🌹

Good morning, Love 🎯💖🌹

Can't sleep 🎯🌹

Dating app 🎯🌹

Wooyoung

Reflection 🎯🌹

Breaktime 🎯🌹

Film 🎯💖🌹

Watermelon 🎯🌹💖

Jongho

Just kiss me 🎯🌹

We still have 15mins 🎯🌹

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