#hongjoong boyfriend

[mybelovedwoo]

sound of love pt.1

hongjoong x f!reader

fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, work rivalry/ wc: 4.1k

warnings: arguments, alcohol, kissing

note: this is part one of my first ever hongjoong fic. hope you all like it!! part 2 is coming soon. if you want to be tagged in any of my fics, you can apply here!

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The music store was a haven for audiophiles and professionals alike, a labyrinth of aisles filled with the latest equipment and vintage treasures. Hongjoong navigated through the store with purpose, his mind set on one specific item: the latest model of a high-end speaker that had been receiving rave reviews. It was the final piece he needed to perfect his home studio setup.

As he approached the display where the speakers were usually showcased, his heart sank. Only one speaker remained, perched precariously on the edge of the shelf. Quickening his pace, Hongjoong reached out to grab it.

Just as his fingers brushed the box, another hand darted out and seized it. Hongjoong looked up, startled, and found himself face-to-face with a young woman. She was about his age, with determined eyes and a firm grip on the speaker.

"Excuse me, but I believe I saw this first," Hongjoong said, trying to keep his voice polite but firm.

The woman raised an eyebrow, her expression unyielding. "And I believe possession is nine-tenths of the law," she replied, clutching the speaker tighter.

Hongjoong's frustration began to bubble up. "Look, I've been searching for this model for weeks. I need it for a project that's due soon."

"So do I," she retorted, her tone equally firm. "I've been saving up for this, and I can't let it go now."

Their argument drew the attention of other shoppers, but neither seemed to care. Each was determined to walk away with the speaker, and neither was willing to back down.

"Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement," Hongjoong suggested, trying to inject some reason into the conversation. "I'll pay you double what it costs."

The woman's eyes flashed with defiance. "It's not about the money. It's about principle. I got here first, and I need this speaker just as much as you do."

Hongjoong sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Okay, how about this: I really need this speaker for a client project. If you let me have it, I'll owe you one. I can help you with your project, whatever you need."

The woman seemed to consider this for a moment, her expression softening slightly. But then she shook her head. "I appreciate the offer, but I have my own deadlines to meet. I can't afford to wait."

Before Hongjoong could respond, she turned and walked towards the checkout counter, the speaker still firmly in her grasp. He stood there, stunned and speechless, watching her retreating figure.

"I'll never forgive her," he muttered under his breath, watching her leave the store.

-

Days turned into weeks, and the incident at the music store remained a sore spot for Hongjoong. His colleagues at the producer team had noticed his mood but thought it best not to pry. That was until the day their boss, Eden, introduced the newest member of their team.

"Everyone, meet Y/n, our new producer. She's exceptionally talented and will be a great addition to our team," Eden announced.

Hongjoong's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Y/n stood before him, the same girl who had taken the speaker. Their eyes locked, and recognition flashed in Y/n's eyes too.

"You?" they both said in unison.

Their colleagues looked between them curiously. "Do you two know each other?" one asked.

Hongjoong quickly composed himself and shook his head. "Only in passing," he said, forcing a polite smile.

"Yeah, just in passing," Y/n echoed, mirroring his expression.

Eden, oblivious to the undercurrents, continued with the introductions. "Y/n, let me show you around," one of their teammates offered, sensing the tension between Hongjoong and Y/n.

Y/n nodded eagerly, her enthusiasm evident as she followed her colleague around the studio. She marveled at the advanced equipment, asked insightful questions about ongoing projects, and eagerly absorbed every detail of her new workspace.

As they passed the recording booths, the sound mixers, and the editing bays, Y/n couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. This was where she belonged, and she was determined to make a mark. She took mental notes of everything, from the placement of the soundproof panels to the state-of-the-art software they used.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong watched from a distance, occasionally catching glimpses of Y/n's genuine excitement. Despite his initial resolve to maintain distance and rivalry, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the person behind the fierce determination he had encountered at the music store.

Finally, they arrived at the main studio room where the team often collaborated. It was a spacious area filled with instruments, computers, and a massive mixing console.

"And this is where the magic happens," their colleague said with a smile. "You'll spend a lot of time here."

Y/n's eyes sparkled with excitement. "This is amazing. I can't wait to get started."

Eden stepped forward, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, team, let's get back to work. Y/n, feel free to dive in and ask for help if you need anything."

As the team dispersed, Y/n found her designated workstation and began setting up her equipment. She was eager to prove herself, not just to her new colleagues but also to herself.

-

In the following week, Hongjoong and Y/n navigated their roles within the producer team with a mixture of competition and cooperation. While they maintained a professional demeanor during work hours, their interactions were often laced with subtle challenges and occasional disagreements.

"Y/n, I think this beat would sound better with a different tempo," Hongjoong suggested during one of their collaborative sessions.

Y/n frowned slightly, considering his suggestion. "I appreciate your input, but I think the current tempo captures the mood we're going for," she replied, her voice firm but not confrontational.

Their colleagues observed their dynamic with bemusement, unsure whether to intervene or let the rivalry play out naturally. Despite their differences, Hongjoong and Y/n's combined efforts yielded impressive results, garnering praise from clients and industry professionals alike.

It had been over a week since Y/n started working with the team, and she was gradually finding her rhythm. As the team gathered for their daily briefing, the door swung open, and Maddox, one of the senior producers, walked in.

"Maddox! Welcome back!" Eden greeted him warmly. "Maddox, meet Y/n, our newest producer. She joined us while you were away."

Maddox's face lit up when he saw Y/n. "Y/n! It's great to see you here," he said, pulling her into a hug.

Y/n beamed and hugged him back. "Maddox, I've missed you!"

Their colleagues watched the scene with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Most of them assumed this was the first time Y/n and Maddox were meeting, given that Maddox had been away when Y/n started. Hongjoong, however, found himself feeling puzzled and somewhat uneasy at their close interaction.

"You two seem pretty close," one of their colleagues commented, raising an eyebrow.

Maddox smiled, not missing a beat. "Yeah, Y/n's incredibly talented. It's great to have her on the team."

The team accepted this explanation without further questions, assuming that Maddox and Y/n had simply hit it off quickly. Hongjoong, on the other hand, couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to their relationship than met the eye.

As the day went on, Hongjoong found himself watching Y/n and Maddox more closely. They worked together seamlessly, finishing each other's sentences and sharing inside jokes that no one else seemed to get. It was clear they had a strong connection, and Hongjoong's curiosity only grew.

During a break, Hongjoong approached Y/n, trying to appear casual. "So, you and Maddox seem pretty close," he remarked.

Y/n looked up from her notes, her expression neutral. "Yeah, Maddox has been really supportive. It's nice to have someone like him around."

Hongjoong nodded slowly, not entirely satisfied with her answer. "You know, it's just... interesting how quickly you two have bonded."

Y/n smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Music brings people together, I guess."

Hongjoong didn't leave it at that. His frustration bubbled up, unable to hold back any longer. "Come on, Y/n. Don't give me that. There's clearly more going on here. People don't just bond like that overnight."

Y/n's eyes flashed with annoyance. "And why does it matter so much to you, Hongjoong? Why can't you just accept that we're friends?"

"Because," he snapped, "you're hiding something. It's obvious. And I don't like working with someone who isn't being honest with the team."

Y/n bristled at his accusation. "I am being honest. Just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it's not real."

Hongjoong took a step closer, lowering his voice. "Then explain it to me. What are you hiding?"

Y/n stood her ground, meeting his gaze head-on. "That's none of your business, Hongjoong. You don't get to demand answers from me just because you're suspicious."

Their argument caught the attention of their colleagues, who glanced over with concern. Sensing the rising tension, Maddox intervened, stepping between them.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Maddox asked, looking from Y/n to Hongjoong.

Hongjoong took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. "Nothing. Just a difference of opinion."

Maddox looked at Y/n, who nodded, her expression still tight with anger. "It's fine, Maddox. Just a misunderstanding."

Maddox didn't seem entirely convinced but decided to let it drop for now. "Alright. Let's focus on the work, okay?"

Y/n and Hongjoong exchanged one last glare before turning back to their respective tasks, the air between them still charged with unresolved tension.

-

The next day, the atmosphere in the studio was tense. Y/n and Hongjoong did their best to avoid each other, focusing intently on their own projects. Their colleagues noticed the shift, but no one said anything, hoping the tension would resolve itself.

However, Eden had other plans. Late in the morning, he called for a meeting in the main conference room. As everyone gathered, Eden addressed the team with a determined look.

"Alright, we have a new project that requires immediate attention," Eden began. "It's a high-profile client, and they want something fresh and innovative. Y/n and Hongjoong, I want you two to lead this project together."

Y/n and Hongjoong exchanged glances, both clearly unhappy with the arrangement but unable to voice their objections.

Eden continued, "I know you two have your differences, but your combined talents can produce something incredible. This is an important opportunity for both of you to show what you can do."

Hongjoong forced a tight smile. "Of course, Eden. We'll make it work."

Y/n nodded, her expression equally strained. "Absolutely. We'll get it done."

Eden clapped his hands, oblivious to the underlying tension. "Great! The client is coming in tomorrow for a briefing. I expect you two to be prepared with some initial ideas."

After the meeting, Y/n and Hongjoong stayed behind, facing each other awkwardly.

"We need to put aside whatever this is and focus on the project," Y/n said firmly.

Hongjoong nodded, though his frustration was evident. "Agreed. Let's just get through this."

They spent the rest of the day brainstorming ideas, their interactions polite but distant. The creative process, usually filled with excitement and energy, felt forced and mechanical. As the hours passed, the studio gradually emptied until it was just the two of them left.

Y/n glanced at the clock, then at Hongjoong. "It's getting really late. Maybe we should wrap it up for today and get some sleep. We can start fresh tomorrow."

Hongjoong looked up, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Are you serious? We have a lot of work to do, and you're talking about going home to sleep?"

Y/n frowned, taken aback by his tone. "It's not that I don't take this seriously. I just think we'd be more productive if we weren't exhausted."

Hongjoong stood up, pacing the room. "We don't have the luxury of time, Y/n. This is a high-profile client, and we need to deliver something exceptional. If that means staying here overnight, then so be it."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her temples. "I get that, but pushing ourselves to the brink isn't going to help. We need rest to think clearly."

Hongjoong stopped and faced her, his expression hard. "Maybe you can afford to take it easy, but I can't. This project is too important. If you're not willing to put in the effort, you can leave. I'll handle it myself."

Without waiting for her response, Hongjoong turned and walked out of the room, needing to clear his head. He stepped outside into the cool night air, taking deep breaths to calm his racing thoughts. He felt a mix of frustration and guilt, wondering if he had been too harsh.

After a few minutes, he decided to head back in, determined to push through the night. When he returned to the studio, he found Y/n's workstation empty. His heart sank, and anger flared up again. She really left, he thought bitterly. Just great.

He sat down and tried to focus on the project, but his mind kept drifting back to Y/n. Half an hour later, just as he was about to give up on any progress for the night, the door opened, and Y/n walked in carrying a bag of take-out food.

"I thought we might need some fuel if we're going to work all night," she said, setting the bag down and pulling out containers.

Hongjoong stared at her in surprise. "You... you went to get food?"

Y/n nodded, handing him a container. "Yeah. I figured we'd both be more productive if we had something to eat."

Hongjoong felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He had jumped to conclusions, assuming she had abandoned the project. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have doubted you."

Y/n shrugged, offering a small smile. "It's okay. We're both under a lot of stress. Let's just focus on getting this done."

They sat down and started eating, the tension between them easing slightly. As they ate, they talked about the project, bouncing ideas off each other and finding new energy in their collaboration.

Hongjoong found himself increasingly impressed by Y/n's dedication and creativity. He realized that despite their differences, they could achieve great things together. And for the first time since their argument, he felt a glimmer of hope that they might actually make this partnership work.

As the night wore on, Y/n and Hongjoong found a rhythm in their work. They shared ideas, critiqued each other's suggestions, and slowly but surely, the project began to take shape. The food had revitalized them, and the earlier animosity was replaced by a shared sense of purpose.

Around 3 AM, Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, stretching his tired muscles. "I think we have a solid draft."

Y/n looked over the screen, nodding. "Yeah, it's good. We'll need to refine it, but it's a strong foundation."

There was a brief moment of silence, the intensity of the work finally giving way to exhaustion. Y/n glanced at Hongjoong, her voice softer. "You really care about this project, don't you?"

Hongjoong sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I do. It's not just about the work. It's about proving something to myself, to everyone."

Y/n nodded slowly. "I get that. I care too. Maybe we just have different ways of showing it."

Hongjoong looked at her, his expression less guarded than before. "Maybe you're right. Sorry for snapping at you earlier."

Y/n offered a small smile. "It's okay. We're both under a lot of pressure. Let's just focus on getting this done."

Hongjoong nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Agreed. Let's make this the best project we've ever done."

-

The next morning, the team reconvened at the studio. Hongjoong arrived early, as usual, feeling the weight of the long night but also a sense of accomplishment. He was surprised to see Maddox and Y/n arriving together, stepping out of the same car.

Maddox waved at Hongjoong as they walked towards the entrance. "Morning, Hongjoong! How's it going?"

Hongjoong forced a smile, trying to mask his curiosity. "Morning. It's going well. You two came together?"

Y/n nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, Maddox offered me a ride. We live close to each other."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and suspicion swirling in his mind. "I see. Well, it's good to be early. We have a lot to cover today."

As they entered the studio, Hongjoong couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. He had always been good at reading people, and the ease between Y/n and Maddox seemed more than just friendly. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something he was missing.

They gathered in the conference room for a quick briefing with Eden. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as they prepared to present their progress to the client. Despite the previous night's tension, Hongjoong and Y/n managed to put forth a united front, their collaboration bearing the fruits of their hard work.

Eden glanced over their work, nodding approvingly. "This is excellent. You two did a great job. The client is going to love it."

Y/n and Hongjoong exchanged a look, both relieved and satisfied. It was clear that despite their personal differences, their professional synergy was undeniable. After the meeting, everyone returned to their individual tasks, the studio buzzing with renewed energy and optimism.

The afternoon passed quickly as they immersed themselves in their work. Each person focused on their projects, the usual hum of creativity filling the room. Around mid-afternoon, Eden called for everyone's attention with a broad smile on his face.

"I've got some fantastic news, team," Eden announced, his excitement palpable. "The client loved the music you created, Y/n and Hongjoong. In fact, they were so impressed that they've asked us to produce an entire album for them!"

A chorus of cheers and applause erupted in the room. Y/n and Hongjoong exchanged another look, this time filled with mutual pride and accomplishment. The tension between them seemed to dissolve in the face of their shared success.

"That's incredible!" Y/n said, beaming. "I'm so glad they liked it."

"Me too," Hongjoong admitted, a genuine smile lighting up his face. "This is a huge opportunity for all of us."

One of their colleagues clapped his hands together. "This calls for a celebration! How about we all go out tonight, have some drinks, and toast to our success?"

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement from everyone. The idea of unwinding and celebrating their hard work was appealing to the whole team.

"Count me in," Maddox said, grinning. "We all deserve a break after the week we've had."

"Absolutely," Eden agreed. "Let's meet at that new bar downtown around eight. Drinks are on me."

The rest of the day flew by in a flurry of excitement and productivity. As evening approached, everyone began to wrap up their work and prepare for the night out. Y/n and Hongjoong, despite their previous tensions, found themselves exchanging smiles and light-hearted comments, the success of their project serving as a bridge between them.

-

By eight o'clock, the team gathered at the trendy new bar downtown. The atmosphere was lively, with music playing and patrons enjoying their evening. The team found a large table and settled in, the mood festive and relaxed.

Eden raised his glass, calling for a toast. "To Y/n and Hongjoong, for their incredible work and for bringing us this amazing opportunity. And to the rest of the team, for always giving their best. Here's to more successes and good times ahead!"

"Cheers!" everyone echoed, clinking their glasses together.

As the night went on, the initial formality gave way to laughter and camaraderie. Stories were shared, and everyone relaxed, enjoying the rare opportunity to unwind together.

Hongjoong found himself next to Y/n, and he took a moment to acknowledge their recent journey. "You know, despite everything, I'm glad we managed to pull this off."

Y/n smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "Me too. I think we proved that we make a pretty good team, even if we don't always see eye to eye."

"Agreed," Hongjoong said, his tone sincere. "Maybe this project will be the start of something good."

Y/n nodded, feeling a sense of hope. "Let's make this album even better than the single. We can really do something special."

As the evening progressed, Hongjoong noticed Maddox and Y/n sharing a quiet conversation and laughing together. The ease between them was unmistakable, and Hongjoong's earlier suspicions resurfaced, but he pushed them aside. Tonight was about celebration, not secrets.

The night stretched on, filled with laughter, music, and a shared sense of achievement. The barriers between Y/n and Hongjoong continued to lower, replaced by a budding respect and the beginnings of a friendship. As the drinks kept flowing, the team grew increasingly merry. By the end of the night, most of them were thoroughly drunk, including Y/n. Hongjoong, however, had only gotten a little tipsy, careful not to lose control.

Eden, who was also quite inebriated, noticed Y/n struggling to stay upright as she laughed at something Maddox said. He turned to Hongjoong, his voice slurring slightly. "Hongjoong, can you make sure Y/n gets home safely? It's dangerous for her to go alone."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard. "Why me?"

Eden gave him a lopsided grin. "Because you're the most sober of them all, my friend. And someone has to make sure she's safe."

Realizing there was no point in arguing, Hongjoong nodded. "Alright, I'll take her."

Hongjoong gently helped Y/n to her feet, supporting her as they made their way out of the bar. Y/n leaned heavily on him, her steps unsteady.

"Where do you live?" Hongjoong asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Y/n blinked a few times, trying to focus. "Not far... just a few blocks from here."

Hongjoong nodded, guiding her down the street. The cool night air helped clear his head a bit more, and he kept a firm grip on Y/n, making sure she didn't stumble.

As they walked, Y/n glanced up at him, her eyes slightly glazed. "You know, Hongjoong, you're not so bad."

Hongjoong chuckled softly. "Thanks, Y/n. You're not so bad yourself."

She giggled, the sound light and carefree. "I mean it. I know we've had our... differences, but tonight was fun."

"Yeah, it was," Hongjoong agreed. "And we make a good team. We just need to remember that."

They reached Y/n's apartment building, and Hongjoong helped her up the steps. She fumbled for her keys, eventually finding them and managing to unlock the door. Before she stepped inside, she turned to Hongjoong, her expression more serious than he'd seen all night.

"Thank you for walking me home," she said softly.

"Anytime," Hongjoong replied, meaning it. "Get some rest. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

Y/n smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. "Goodnight, Hongjoong."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

She closed the door behind her, and Hongjoong stood there for a moment, feeling a strange sense of fulfillment. The night had taken an unexpected turn, but it had also brought a new layer of understanding between them.

As he walked back to his own place, he couldn't help but feel that their rivalry had given way to something far more valuable: a foundation for a true partnership, and perhaps even a friendship. And with that thought, he looked forward to what they could achieve together.

-

The next day, Hongjoong walked into the studio, still feeling the lingering effects of the late night celebration. He greeted his colleagues with a nod, making his way to his workstation. As he approached his desk, he noticed a neatly wrapped present sitting in the center of it.

Curious, Hongjoong picked up the gift, inspecting the wrapping. It was simple but elegant, with a small card attached. He opened the card first, reading the handwritten note inside:

"For your hard work. I hope you like it!"

His eyes widened in surprise. The handwriting was unmistakable—he immediately knew it was from Y/n. With growing anticipation, he carefully unwrapped the gift. Inside was the very speaker they had argued over at the music store.

Hongjoong stared at the speaker, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He couldn't believe she had gone out of her way to get it for him. He picked up the card again, reading the note once more, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Determined to express his gratitude, he decided to find Y/n immediately.

He headed to the section of the studio where Y/n usually worked. As he approached, he saw her through the glass window, deeply engrossed in her work with her headphones on. Hongjoong took a moment to steady his nerves before stepping inside.

Y/n was so focused on her project that she didn't notice Hongjoong until he was standing right next to her. Sensing his presence, she took off her headphones and looked at him curiously.

"What's this?" Hongjoong asked, holding up the card.

Y/n's eyes widened, a flicker of worry crossing her face. She stood up, her hands clasped nervously. "I'm sorry, I thought you would be happy about it."

Before she could say more, Hongjoong closed the distance between them and kissed her, the action sudden and impulsive. Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his shoulders.

Just as they were lost in the moment, the door to the studio swung open, and Maddox walked in. He froze, staring at them in shock and anger. "What are you doing with my sister???" he demanded, his voice rising in disbelief.

Y/n and Hongjoong broke apart, both of them turning to face Maddox. Y/n looked horrified, while Hongjoong appeared completely taken aback.

"Your sister?" Hongjoong repeated, his mind struggling to process the information.

-

(part 2 coming soon!)

[f4irys4n]

ateez! fake texts

bf!ateez drunk texting you

suggestive, smut, fluff, mentions of intoxication

requests are open <3

[yoongikapi]

as types of kisses || ot8 || drabbles

pure fluff

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hongjoong:

⟢ littering kisses all over your face!

> every time you share a kiss he genuinely cannot contain himself and peppers kisses all over your face

> he finds it cute when you laugh and tell him it tickles and he takes this as encouragement to keep going

> sometimes you’d try to pull away while giggling and he’d wrap his arms around your back and keep you in place so he can keep kissing you

<3

seonghwa:

⟢ needing to cup your face!

> this man loves to admire you

> before he leans in to kiss you, his hands find their comfortable place on your cheeks and his thumbs brush your face and he can’t help but smile down at you

> he gently kisses you and his mind races; he cant believe you’re truly his

<3

yunho:

⟢ hand kisses!

> we all know this man’s hands are severely hot; well he thinks the same about your hands

> he loves holding your hands in his big ones and caresses them, the feel of your soft hands in his does something to him

> he can’t help but kiss the backside of your hands and the act makes him feel like your prince

<3

yeosang:

⟢ cheek kisses!

> he loves kissing your lips don’t get me wrong, but there’s just something about kissing your cheek that sends him into a daze

> or when you kiss his cheek?? oh pray for him

> its a small, innocent act that he absolutely loves

<3

san:

⟢ touchy kisses!

> okay so every time you kiss, he HAS to be touching you in some way, whether that’s holding your hand or wrapping his hands around the backside of your neck to pull you in close

> his absolute favorite tho is wrapping his hands around your waist (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

> he loves how his big hands rest right above your hips and around your waist to pull you in, and he knows it drives you crazy

<3

mingi:

⟢ forehead kisses!

> this man towers over you which makes your forehead an easy target

> he smiles when he looks down at you and you glance back up at him, it makes his heart skip a beat and he can’t help but place a kiss to your temple

> he’ll never forget when you tried to place a kiss on his forehead, you pulled up a chair to reach and he ended up lifting you up instead

<3

wooyoung:

⟢ smiling in between kisses!

> he’s always been the smiley type, but it heightens when the two of you kiss

> the moment his lips touch yours he can’t help the big smile that spreads across his face, which makes you smile as well

> when his lips smile against yours you’ve gotten into the habit of deepening the kiss which makes him smile all the more

<3

jongho:

⟢ deep kisses!

> he gets so carried away when the two of yall kiss he physically can’t stop himself

> i’m talkin deep kisses where nothing else matters but the two of you

> when you pull away to catch your breath, his lips find yours immediately like he can’t get enough of you

<3

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Dreamers

Favourite moments in every Ateez MV 16/?

[reallychaoticwoo]

Hey darling <3 I just read your changbin fic where he hurts the reader and it was sooo good; if it’s ok with you can you write one where San is very frustrated and jealous so he has no control and y/n is so helpless and pass out??

⛓️ Heya babes!! Im so glad you loved my Changbin fic, i always get so insecure writing smut, but im trying, haha! I hope you enjoy this one as well, and thank you for the request and support 🖤⛓️

✨️ Helpless ✨️

📝 Word Count: 2,379

❤️Pairing: San x reader

⚠️Warnings: MNDI 18+ ONLY!! cussing, possessiveness and jealousy, rough sex, needy dom San, equally as needy bratish/sub y/n, oral (f receiving), edging, hair pulling, choking, use of pet names, y/n passes out, post sex conversation and cuddles, slight degradation, brief fingering, i think thats it but as always let me know if i missed something 🖤

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idols in any way‼️

🖤Hope you enjoy!🖤

You were out with San and his friends celebrating their new album release over drinks and some bar food. Wooyoung and Mingi were busy on the dance floor, prompting San and Yunho to join them. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were nowhere to be found, as they'd run into some of Joong's producer friends on the way in. Yoesang and Jongho had found themselves a cozy spot at the far end of the bar to chat. Leaving you at the table you'd all claimed an hour prior.

You'd been content sitting and watching your boyfriend and his friends happily lose themselves to the music as you weren't nearly as skilled as them (not that you couldn't shake some ass, but that's beside the point). But after an hour of sitting alone and your drink being long gone, you decided you should probably go get some more drinks. As soon as you were about to get up some guy scooted into the seat across from you. 'Here we go' you thought to yourself as he smiled at you. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing sitting over here all by yourself?" You tried to contain the eye roll, smiling politely back as you answered, "Oh, I'm not alone." He looked sideways as he scanned the table. "You sure about that? Doesn't seem like there's anyone else here keeping your gorgeous self entertained."

The chuckle that escaped you wasn't that of happiness, but genuine amusement. 'This guy thinks he has a chance.' "I've been plenty entertained thank you." You leaned forward, smirking, and asked, "Do you happen to know the group Ateez?" His face lit up triumphantly at your question. He thought this was his in. "I do actually. I used to work with them back when they were KQ Fellas." You cocked a brow, "Oh really? Well, then, I'm sure you're very aware of how protective the lot can be." Confusion spread across his face as he tried to understand what you were saying. "Uh, yeah? What does that have to do with anything though?" He questioned. You smirked and laid a hand on his shoulder as you whispered in his ear, "I guess you're about to find out."

Unbeknownst to this poor man, you'd already caught San staring daggers in your direction as soon as the man sat across from you. Instead of just telling him outright that you were very much taken, you decided to have some fun.

As if on cue, San made his way over to you, placing his hand territorially on your thigh as he sat down beside you. "Having fun sweetheart?" San asked, his voice laced with annoyance and possessiveness. You smiled sweetly up at him. "I am! This guy was just telling me how he apparently used to work with you and the others back when you all were still KQ Fellas." San cocked his head raising his brow. "Oh really? You don't look familiar to me, but then again, that was so long ago. Has my lady been treating you well tonight buddy?" His grip on your thigh tightened as he awaited the man's response. A silent warning that his answer would decide your fate later tonight. "She's been a sweetheart. You got yourself a temptress there, San." San chuckled at the man's words, his grip so tight it was sure to leave a bruise. "That I do." He replied before turning his attention to you. "Tell me, darling, were you enjoying your little chat? You two looked rather comfortable." You gulped and tried to reposition yourself to ease San's grip on your thigh. "It was fine. Wouldn't say I enjoyed it though."

A few minutes of San asserting his dominance later, the stranger finally came to his senses and left the two of you alone. You scooted closer to San draping your legs over his thighs, only to be pushed off. "You want to tell me what that was about?" He asked harshly. You cocked your head, "Uh, what? He sat down in front of me and kept coming on to me. I was just about to go get us some drinks." You tried to explain to no avail. "Mhmm." That was all you got as a response before San grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of your seat. "Babe? What are you doing?" You questioned. "Taking you home." He snapped.

After quickly letting Yunho know you guys were leaving so he could tell the others, you two made your way outside. San opened the passenger side door of the SUV you'd arrived in and gestured to the seat. "Get in. Now." You quickly listened, not wanting to upset him further. Once he was in the driver's seat, he did not look or speak to you as he sped towards the dorms. The 20-minute drive home was filled with nothing but silence and tension, leaving you only with your thoughts of what was coming once the two of you made it inside.

Parked in the lot behind the dorms, San opened your door and walked towards the house without a word. Your stomach was in knots. He'd been jealous before sure, but never this cold towards you, never this silent. You shut the car door behind yourself and followed him to the dorms.

Not even a second after making it inside San had you pinned against the wall, his arms caging you in. "You want to tell me what that was really about now? Or are you going to continue acting like you weren't enjoying yourself talking to some other guy?" You looked at him, your mouth hung open as you tried to think of a reply. You couldn't help the feeling that started to flutter deep inside you seeing him like this. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't think it was incredibly hot how jealous he was right now. "Sannie, I told you I was going to get drinks, and he just sat down and started asking me why I was sitting by myself. I told him I wasn't and hoped he'd get the hint and leave." He laughed darkly, "Oh yeah? I'm sure you really wanted him to leave when you were touching him. Tell me baby, who got you this worked up tonight? Me or him?" His hand had snaked its way down, lifting your skirt just enough to palm your clothed cunt. You shuttered at the feeling, wanting, no, needing more. "Y-you Sannie.." You said a bit breathlessly. He slapped your cunt once before removing his hand all too soon. "Go to our room and wait for me." He ordered. You quickly listened and headed down the hall.

It wasn't long before San made his way into the room. He'd tried and failed to calm himself down beforehand. "Take off your clothes." He said sternly, as he made his way to sit at the foot of the bed. You shakily stripped down to your underwear all too excited about what was in store for you.

Dissatisfied with the underwear left on your body San shifted towards you and ripped them right off your body. "When I said take off your clothes, I meant all of them. I highly suggest you listen sweetheart." You scurried to unclasp your bra and threw it somewhere in the room. San took a moment to just stare at your naked body laid out all for him on his bed. He knew he was being a bit much but he couldn't get over the fact you willingly touched that man. Your hand on his shoulder, you'd laughed at something he said and it made San's blood boil. "Spread 'em," San said a bit harshly. "I want to see my pretty pussy laid out for me and only me."

You'd be lying if you said this didn't excite you, that you didn't absolutely love when San was more dominating. Maybe that's why you decided to put your hand on that guy's shoulder. You'd hoped it'd rile up your boyfriend and it worked. You spread your legs as wide as you could and even scooted your way closer to the foot of the bed. A perfect platter for him to feast upon. "Now I need you to listen very carefully darling. If you ever feel like you need to stop and things get too much, use the safe word. Okay?" San made sure to reiterate this every single time things even got slightly rougher and you loved him for it but right now you wanted the roughness. "Mhmm" You hummed out, earning a heated glare from your boyfriend. "Mhmm? That's how you think you answer me?? Try again."

With a bratty smirk you shook your head no. "I already answered, it's not my fault you don't want to accept what I said." He. Was. Fuming. How dare you!? You tease another man tonight and now you have the audacity to be a fucking brat? "Baby.." His only warning, his only offer to correct yourself. "Yessss??" You smile up at him sweetly. "Seeing as you want to play fucking brat right now and act stupid, you'll be treated accordingly. You do not move, do not touch me, do not make a fucking noise, and most importantly do not cum unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" The command in his voice instantly made your bratty side flutter, but you knew tonight was the night to put her away seeing as he won't even let you moan when he usually wants you screaming. You nod once, "Yes sir."

Without so much as another word his lips where connecting to your aching bud, setting off fireworks deep within. It took every ounch of restraint not to gasp and moan at his licks and sucks. The way he way fucking you with his tongue was so unholy it'd make Satan blush. He laped and slurped until he could feel you starting to come undone and before you could he pulled away. This happened 4 more times before you were silently crying, trying your best to behave. On the 5th time he added his fingers. His tongue moving with expert precision on your overly sensitive bud as his fingers hit the spongey spot inside you at the perfect pace. You accidentally whined at the feeling as you tried to keep from begging him to let you cum. San immediately stopped at the sound. The second his lips and fingers pulled away any restraint you had completely shattered.

"Please daddy, please, please... I-I can't do it anymore I need you.. please sir use me however you want just please please let me cum" You begged in between shaking sobs. "So fucking desperate tonight. Can't even handle your punishment like a good girl. Fine. You can come. Just remember you begged me to use you." Was his reply as he swiftly flipped you onto all fours and positioned himself at your dripping entrance. Without so much as a warning he bottomed out in one harsh snap of his hips. He thrusts were relentless, hitting all the right spots in a painfully perfect way. "Finally being good and fucking obedient? Is all it took being edged and fucked?" His voice was condescending but it made your pussy flutter. You choked out an apology in between tears and moans. "I'm sorry daddy, i-i.. I'll be good. Just wanted daddy tonight.. I'm sorry." He laughed, LAUGHED darkly at your words. "Oh so my little brat wanted to be punished? Needed a reminder of who she belongs to?" "Y..yes.. s..sir" was all you managed to get out. His hand finding it's way to your hair and yanking your back to his chest. The new position making him feel even deeper, his dick making an outline on your low stomach. "D..daddy soo big.." You babbled as you looked and the bulge so close to coming undone.

Once he saw the bulge his dick was making, he lost it. He became animalistic in his thrusts, his hand no longer in your hair but wrapped tightly around your throat. Everything inside of you snapped as soon as he squeezed your throat and your vision went black. You release so overwhelming from being edged repeatedly. Your body went limp and he was only two thrusts behind before his cum was being pumped deep inside your spent pussy.

As San came back to he realized you hadn't tried to lay down yet. He laid you down gently and panicked as you didn't respond to him asking if you were okay, if he went to hard. He ran to the bathroom to get a cold wash cloth and as he came back in the room your eyes were open again. He breathed a sigh of relief and ran to your side pulling you into his arms. "Baby are you okay??" His panicked voice made you confused and worried. "I'm fine Sannie. Honestly that was fucking amazing. What's wrong?" You asked. "Y-you passed out.. I..I'm so sorry baby.. that was too much.. I'm so so fucking sorry.." His eyes were lined with tears as he held you closer to him. You could feel him shaking at the thought that he actually hurt you. You tried to reposition yourself to look at him better but he was holding you too tightly. Instead, you wrapped your hand around one of his arms and gave it a squeeze. "Sannie, I enjoyed it. I'm okay, I'm not hurt. You know I love it when you get rough, and that was perfect, the passing out was even perfect. I've never cum so hard I passed out. If anything you should be proud you gave me such a earth shattering orgasm." You chuckled slightly as you continued to squeeze his arm in reassurance. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself baby, but I don't think I want to go through that ever again.. I can't stand the thought of possibly hurting you." You smiled up at him. "That's fine, but you still better fuck me like that again. Or I'll just have to make you jealous again." His hug tightened and he stared down at you with a warning look in his eyes. "Like fuck you will. You're mine." You leaned up to kiss him. "I know."

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[horangslay]

top 5 craziest MATZ moments:

the psychic(s) telling them they were like a husband & wife (THIS HAPPENED TWICE!! 2 DIFFERENT PSYCHICS!!!)

Seonghwa: "I love babies." --- Hongjoong: "I will make you a baby." like wtf does that mean??

a teacher telling trainee Seonghwa about another student who was the same age & also a trainee who was working endlessly hard, that inspiring Seonghwa to keep going & that other same age trainee was Hongjoong

"angel baby joongnamie" *insert clip of Seonghwa's Angel Baby cover*

Seonghwa crying on his birthday live over Hongjoong's letter: "quieter than anyone else but when he spreads his wings he is more gorgeous than anyone. like a peacock." --- "I think because it's coming from Hongjoong it hits harder."

[mybelovedwoo]

sound of love pt.2

hongjoong x f!reader

fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, work rivalry/ wc: 2.9k

warnings: arguments, kissing

note: part 2 is finally here everyone!!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics, you can apply here!

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"Your sister?" Hongjoong repeated, his mind struggling to process the information.

The room fell into an awkward silence, the tension palpable. Maddox stood there, his fists clenched, glaring at Hongjoong. Y/n shifted uncomfortably, caught between her brother and the man she was just kissing.

"Yes," Maddox said, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "Y/n is my half-sister. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't mess around with her."

Hongjoong's eyes flicked back to Y/n, who looked at him with a mixture of worry and apology. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I... I didn't know," he finally said, his voice softer.

Y/n stepped forward, placing a hand on Maddox's arm. "Maddox, please, it's not what you think. We were just—"

"Just what?" Maddox interrupted, his eyes never leaving Hongjoong's. "This place is important to all of us, and I don't want personal issues to interfere with our work."

Y/n sighed, trying to keep her voice calm. "I promise, Maddox. This won't affect our work."

Maddox exhaled slowly, his expression softening slightly as he looked at his sister. "Fine. But remember, Y/n, I'm watching out for you."

Hongjoong, his mind still reeling from the revelation, took a step forward. "This won't happen again," he said firmly, looking directly at Maddox. "I respect Y/n and our work here. I won't let anything jeopardize that."

Maddox gave a curt nod, seemingly satisfied with Hongjoong's response, and left the room, the door closing behind him with a quiet click. Y/n and Hongjoong stood in the silence, the weight of the moment hanging heavily between them.

-

In the days that followed, Hongjoong made a conscious effort to stay away from Y/n. The complications of their situation were too much for him to handle. He was mad that the truth had been hidden from him and the others, and he was mad that he liked her very much.

Every morning, Hongjoong arrived at the studio early, hoping to avoid any interaction with Y/n. He buried himself in his work, headphones clamped over his ears, eyes glued to his computer screen. When she entered the room, he barely acknowledged her presence, offering only curt nods and monosyllabic responses.

Y/n, noticing his cold demeanor, tried to reach out to him several times. She approached him during breaks, hoping to have a private conversation. "Hongjoong, can we talk?" she would ask, her voice tinged with concern.

He would look up briefly, his expression blank. "I'm busy," he would reply, turning his attention back to his work.

The distance he put between them was palpable. In team meetings, he avoided sitting next to her, choosing seats at the opposite end of the table. During brainstorming sessions, he directed his ideas to others, rarely making eye contact with Y/n.

Their once lively collaboration had become a series of stilted, professional exchanges. The creative energy that had flowed so naturally between them now felt strained and mechanical. The rest of the team noticed the shift, their curious glances and hushed whispers only adding to the tension.

Y/n, frustrated and hurt by Hongjoong's behavior, found herself constantly on edge. She didn't understand why he was pushing her away, and the more she tried to bridge the gap, the more he seemed to retreat.

One afternoon, she cornered him in the break room, her patience worn thin. "Hongjoong, we need to talk," she said firmly, blocking his way.

He sighed, avoiding her gaze. "There's nothing to talk about, Y/n. Let's just focus on our work."

"Don't give me that," Y/n snapped, frustration coloring her voice. "You can't keep shutting me out. What's really going on?"

Hongjoong's eyes flashed with anger. "You know exactly what's going on. This whole situation is a mess, and I don't know how to deal with it."

"At least let me explain the situation," Y/n pleaded, her voice softer now.

But Hongjoong shook his head, his expression hardening. "No, Y/n. I don't want to hear it. Just leave it alone."

Y/n's shoulders sagged with defeat as she watched him walk away, the distance between them growing wider with each passing day.

-

As fate would have it, the team had a scheduled work trip to a cabin retreat for brainstorming and team-building exercises. The idea was to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and focus on their creative processes in a peaceful environment. The entire group was excited, but the tension between Y/n and Hongjoong cast a shadow over the trip.

They arrived at the cabin in the early afternoon. As everyone unpacked and settled in, Y/n and Hongjoong tried to keep their distance. Their interactions were limited to polite, strained exchanges, and the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air.

While everyone was busy unpacking the car, Y/n approached Hongjoong, determined to break the ice. "Hey, do you need any help with the luggage?" she asked, her voice tentative.

Hongjoong, struggling to lift a heavy music device, glanced at her briefly. "No, I can handle it," he replied curtly.

Y/n watched as he continued to struggle, the device clearly too heavy for him to manage alone. Before she could insist on helping, Hongjoong lost his grip and the device fell to the ground with a loud thud, causing him to stumble and fall with it.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked, rushing to his side to help him up.

But Hongjoong, his frustration boiling over, snapped at her. "I said I didn't need your help!" he shouted, brushing her off.

Y/n stepped back, hurt by his harsh words. Hongjoong stood up, wincing as he put weight on his hurt foot. Without another word, he limped inside, leaving Y/n standing outside alone.

Later that afternoon, the group gathered in the main living area of the cabin, the atmosphere a blend of camaraderie and creative energy. They settled into their respective corners with their instruments and equipment, ready to work on the music for the album. Drinks were poured, laughter echoed, and the cabin buzzed with the vibrant chaos of collaboration.

Y/n, seeking a bit of solace amidst the lively chaos, found a quiet corner with her piano. She gently pressed the keys, letting soft, soothing melodies flow through the room. Hongjoong, who was strumming his guitar nearby, glanced at her every now and then, unable to completely ignore her presence.

As the hours passed and the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow through the cabin windows, Y/n's playing grew more introspective. She began to hum, her voice blending seamlessly with the piano. The melodies were hauntingly beautiful, filled with emotion that tugged at the heartstrings of anyone who listened.

Hongjoong watched her from across the room, his curiosity piqued. He couldn't hear the words she was humming, but he could see the shift in her expression—eyes closing, brows furrowing, lips quivering. The music took on a melancholic tone, and Hongjoong's chest tightened with an inexplicable ache.

Suddenly, Y/n's playing stopped. She stood up abruptly, her face a picture of suppressed pain, and hurriedly left the room, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Hongjoong's heart sank as he watched her retreat up the stairs, disappearing into her room.

The room fell into an awkward silence, the previous joviality replaced with a sense of concern. Maddox, noticing his sister's sudden departure, frowned and glanced at Hongjoong, who looked away, guilt and confusion etched on his face.

"Should we check on her?" one of their colleagues asked, breaking the silence.

Maddox shook his head gently. "No, she just needs some time. Let's give her some space."

But Hongjoong couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to do something. He stood up, setting his guitar aside, and without a word, followed Y/n up the stairs. The hallway outside her room was dimly lit, the only sound the faint echo of her soft sobs.

He knocked gently on her door. "Y/n? Can we talk?"

There was a long pause before she replied, her voice shaky. "Go away, Hongjoong. I don't want to talk right now."

"Please, Y/n," he pleaded, his hand resting on the door frame. "I... I want to understand. Let me in."

The door creaked open slightly, and Y/n stood there, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked at him with a mix of sadness and vulnerability. "Now you want to talk?"

Hongjoong took a deep breath, his expression earnest. "Yes, now I want to talk. I know I've been distant and cold, but I care about you, Y/n. Seeing you like this... it hurts."

She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "So why did you keep pushing me away? Why now, Hongjoong?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Because I didn't know how to deal with my feelings. Everything became so complicated, and I was scared. But I don't want to keep hurting you."

Y/n looked down, her shoulders trembling. "It's been so hard, Hongjoong. I thought we had something special, but then you just... shut me out."

He reached out, gently lifting her chin so she would look at him. "We do have something special. And I don't want to lose that. Can you tell me what happened? I want to hear your reasoning."

Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes searching his face for sincerity. "Alright. Maddox and I are half-siblings. We share the same mother but have different fathers." She paused, then continued, "We agreed not to tell anyone about our relationship. We didn't want anyone to think that I got the job because he is my brother. I wanted to show my abilities, what I'm capable of. I wanted to be respected for my work."

Hongjoong nodded, his expression softening as he listened. "That makes sense. But why didn't you tell me once we got close?"

"Because," she continued, "I didn't want you to think less of me or to think I was hiding something important. And by the time I realized how much I liked you, it felt like it was too late to explain. I was scared you'd be mad, and it turns out I was right."

Hongjoong sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I understand now. It just hurt to think that you were keeping such a big part of your life from me. I felt like I couldn't trust you."

Y/n nodded, her eyes glistening with fresh tears. "I get that. I really do. But I never meant to hurt you, Hongjoong. I was just trying to protect my relationship with Maddox and keep things professional."

He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I was just overwhelmed and didn't know how to handle everything. But I want to try again, Y/n. Can we?"

A small smile broke through her tears, and she nodded. "Yes, Hongjoong. We can try again."

Y/n pulled him into her room, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the space. Hongjoong's eyes widened in surprise as she closed the door behind them. She stood in front of him, looking down, her demeanor suddenly shy and uncertain. "Now can we talk bout that kiss that happened between us?"

Hongjoong took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "Okay, let's talk about it."

She looked up, meeting his eyes. "That kiss... it was unexpected, but it meant something to me. Did it mean anything to you, or was it just in the heat of the moment?"

Hongjoong stepped closer, his gaze sincere. "It meant a lot to me, Y/n. I didn't plan it, but I don't regret it. It made me realize just how much I care about you."

She blushed, her heart swelling with hope. "I care about you too, Hongjoong. I was scared that my feelings were one-sided, and that maybe you kissed me out of anger or frustration."

He shook his head, gently taking her hands in his. "No, it wasn't out of anger or frustration. It was because I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer. I've been pushing you away because I was scared, but I don't want to do that anymore."

Hongjoong stepped closer, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. He reached up and gently stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing away a lingering tear. The tenderness in his touch made her heart flutter.

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in the moment.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and urgent as their emotions spilled over. Hongjoong's hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further. Y/n responded in kind, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.

They stumbled slightly, their movements uncoordinated but filled with a desperate need to be closer. Hongjoong's legs bumped against the edge of the bed, and they tumbled onto the mattress, their lips never breaking contact.

Y/n found herself lying beneath Hongjoong, his body pressing down against hers in a way that sent a thrill through her. She arched her back slightly, her hands roaming over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the strength and warmth of him.

Hongjoong pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Y/n..."

She smiled up at him, her own breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "Hongjoong, I..."

He silenced her with another kiss, this one even more fervent than the last. His hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves and lines that he had only dared to imagine before. She responded eagerly, her own hands caressing and pulling him closer.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they lost themselves in each other. The kiss became a conduit for all the emotions they had been holding back—fear, desire, hope, and love—all mingling together in a heady, intoxicating blend.

Eventually, they pulled back, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath. Y/n's eyes were bright with unshed tears, but this time, they were tears of happiness. 

They lay in each other's arms for a while, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. The warmth and comfort they found in each other felt like the beginning of something beautiful.

Hongjoong gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face and asked, "What was that song you played earlier on the piano?"

Y/n looked at him, her eyes softening with affection. "Do you want to hear it?"

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I'd love to."

They both stood up, and hand in hand, they walked downstairs to where the rest of the team was gathered. As they entered the room, their colleagues looked up, curious and slightly surprised to see the newfound closeness between them.

Y/n made her way to the piano and sat down, glancing at Hongjoong who gave her an encouraging nod. She took a deep breath and announced, "I wrote a song, and I'd like to share it with you all."

The room fell silent, all eyes on her. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as Y/n positioned her fingers on the keys and began to play. The melody flowed effortlessly, capturing the room's attention with its beauty and emotion.

Her voice joined the music, soft and haunting, as she sang the words that had been pouring from her heart:

"In the quiet of the night, I found a melody, A whisper of the stars, A secret symphony.

In the shadow of the moon, I felt a gentle breeze, A story in the silence, A heart's sweet release."

Her colleagues listened, captivated by the raw emotion in her voice and the poignant lyrics that seemed to resonate with everyone in the room.

Hongjoong watched her, his heart swelling with pride and admiration. The song was beautiful, a testament to her talent and the depth of her feelings.

"Every note a tear, Every chord a sigh, In this song of love, We will learn to fly.

Though the path is long, And the night is cold, With this melody, We'll find our way home."

As she finished, the last notes lingering in the air, the room erupted in applause. Y/n looked up, her eyes meeting Hongjoong's, and she smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment and connection.

Maddox was the first to speak, his voice filled with pride. "That was amazing, Y/n. Truly beautiful."

The others chimed in with their praises, each one expressing their admiration for her talent and the song's emotional impact.

Hongjoong made his way to her side, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You were incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words, and she leaned into his touch. "Thank you, Hongjoong. It means a lot."

As the night continued, filled with music, laughter, and camaraderie, Hongjoong glanced at Y/n, her smile radiant as she interacted with their colleagues, and felt a warmth in his chest.

In that crowded music store, he had been so frustrated, so determined to get his hands on that last speaker. But now, as he looked at Y/n, he realized how glad he was that he hadn't. If he had, he might never have met the woman who had changed his life in ways he could never have imagined.

It felt like destiny, like some cosmic force had orchestrated their encounter, setting the stage for a symphony of emotions, challenges, and ultimately, love. The rivalry that had sparked between them had been the catalyst for something beautiful, a perfect harmony that resonated deeply within him.

Hongjoong knew that their journey was just beginning. There would be more challenges, more disagreements, and more moments of doubt. But there would also be more music, more laughter, and more love. Together, they would create something extraordinary. 

-

taglist: @engentiny @abibliolife @k-zuzu @dinossaurz @blushiguro @ateezswonderland

[piratejoongie]

gamer yunho pt.2.

♏️ nsfw link, smut?

You're visiting your boyfriend, Yunho, at the dorms. You both watched some Harry Potter and ate delicious food, when his friends asked him if he could play Valorant with them. He asked you firstly if it's okay with you that he plays a little, to which you noded and with a little kiss on the nose, he got off the bed and started playing with his friends.

It's been 3 hours, and you're bored.

So you sneakily got to his desk when he wasn't paying attention, got under it, and found yourself between his legs. Carefully, you started stroking him over his sweatpants to get him hard. At first, he didn't think much of it until he felt cold air on his dick. Looking down quickly, he saw you smirking and taking his dick in your hands. You stated licking him from his balls up to his pretty pink tip, and since he was mid game, he could not do anything. Then you started sucking him while also stroking the rest of his length since he is big. He tried so hard not to moan, but you took him by surprise by deep-throating him, and he let out a moan. His friends asked him what's wrong and he said that his leg was cramping.

Such a liar.

You felt him twitching in your mouth, so you started licking and sucking more, deep-throating him a few more times until he came in your mouth. You picked him clean, and swallowing all of his cum. He loved the sight, and luckily for him, the game was soon to be over. Before you could get back to the bed where you were, you felt a strong grip on your hand, turning your head back, you see Yunho smirking.

"And what made you thought you could get away with this, darling? Being so naughty, sucking me off like that and making me hold myself back... do you know what bad girls like you deserve?" He asked.

You gulped. "P-punishment..."

"Exactly. Now bend over my desk."

You did as he said, bending over his desk, anticipating what he thought of...and suddenly, he spanked you...and he spanked you hard. He quickly took your clothes off, underwear along with it, sat back on his chair and admired his view for a while. He started glazing his delicate fingers along your folds, slowly adding one in you, making you squirm. Pumping his finger, he blew cold air on your cunt before licking you and greedily eating you out. You knew how much he loved it, having his mouth on you, savouring your taste and ravising you. Distracted by his sucking on your clit, he adds another finger, making you moan.

"Ah, Y-yunho.."

"That's it darling, let me hear who's making you feel good."

"Y-yun..." you couldn't hold it in, the sensation of him doing wonders on your clit, while hitting the sweat spot I side you made your brain turn into a mush. "Yunho, I'm gon-"

"Come on my face and fingers baby, I know you want to."

And with him encouraging you, you came and he cleaned up all your juices... but without a warning, he inserted himself in you, making you scream from pleasure.

"That's what sluts get when they're naughty. They get fucked. Rough. Hard. Merciless. "

You couldn't even respond back, you were just a moaning and screaming mess for him, as he had you roughly fucking while being bent over his desk. He quickly turned you around, making sure you're on the bed, laying nicely on your stomach as he inserts himself back in you, hitting that sweet spot with every stroke. You were seeing stars and were sure the boys can hear how loud you're being now.

"That's it slut, take my dick like that. Your cunt is so greedy, sucking me in like that, squeezing around me. I'm gonna fill you up, watch it leak out off you and fuck that cum back in, and watch it leak out once more."

His world made you moan, as you feel his dick twitching inside you, warming you up and filling you up full with his cum. He smacked your ass and watched his cum leak out, picking some up with his dick, he fucked his cum back in you, just to smack you other ass cheek and watch it leak out again.

"You good baby? Feeling alright? I wasn't to rough, was I?" He asked, looking at you with his big pretty puppy eyes.

"I'm fine Yuyu, I'll probably be sore in the morning. You were great sweetie." You reassured him and gave him a kiss.

"Good, let's get cleaned up and we can go back to watching movies. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect, let's to that."

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