#i love the idea of mingi with soft concepts so here we are

[bontentrio]

SO KISS ME

my first post ever! yay! and it’s because i saw this tweet and i just HAD to write about it. who knows? maybe i’ll just keep writing whenever i get ideas

tw: none + fluff! (not proofread, i’m writing this on a whim) + slightly suggestive in some of them?

keep in mind that is literally my first time writing so be nice if you leave feedback <3 plus english is not even my first language

SEONGHWA

“MWACK” “MWACK” “MWACK” sounds filled the room, followed by soft giggles that came from the beautiful man underneath you. the sun was going down, and the last golden rays hit seonghwa’s face just right, making him look so heavenly you just couldn’t help but kiss him. one thing led to another, and you ended up kissing every single spot of his face.

“love, what’s up with you?” he asked, brushing a stray of hair that fell on your face.

“you” *MWACK* “are” *MWACK* “so” *MWACK* “beautiful” *MWACK MWACK MWACK* you said between kisses.

“but so are you, it’s my turn now!” he exclaimed, switching positions so now he had you caged underneath him. you giggled, holding his face with your hand and caressing his cheek.

“how did i get so lucky?” you asked, more to yourself than him, interlocking eyes with him.

seonghwa’s eyes softened, and proceeded to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips. following the order of kisses you did on him.

“that’s what i ask myself every single day” he whispered, going straight back to your lips to taste you even more.

HONGJOONG

you missed him. you woke up in the morning and the bed was cold, no sign of your boyfriend nearby, just his shorts and random shirt he wore as pjs on the floor. you went to work, had coffee with a friend and went back home, just to find an empty apartment once again.

you weren’t mad, you knew hongjoong had responsibilities as ateez’s leader and music producer. and you were so proud of him for that, but it doesn’t mean you don’t miss him. so you decided to pay him a visit to the studio, where he said he was gonna be at, earlier by text.

you found him sitting cross legged in front of his laptop with his headphones on, moving his head slightly to the beat of whatever song he was working on. you smirked to yourself, and thought of a little revenge plan.

you sneaked up on him, wrapping your arms around his torso and kissing him loudly on his cheek.

“AH! baby what are you doing here? don’t scare me like that!” he exclaimed, taking his headphones off and turning his chair around to look at you. he wasn’t angry though, you noticed the little smile on his face.

“i missed you, i want cuddles” you said, pouting. his eyes softened, and his hands left his laptop to wrap around your middle, bringing you closer to him. you were towering slightly over him.

no words were exchanged, the way your eyes interlocked said everything. as if there was a string connecting you both, you leaned in at the same time and shared a sweet kiss. he broke the kiss after a bit, but you needed more. so you left little pecks along his jaw, corner of his mouth, cheeks.

“i missed you too” he smiled.

YUNHO

“babe i need your help with something!” yunho suddenly exclaimed, making you lift your head from your phone with a confused look. he had just finished getting his makeup done for the music video.

earlier that day he asked you to come with him to the venue of ateez’s upcoming comeback. he said you were his “good luck charm” or something, and looked at you with those pretty puppy eyes of his. how could you say no?

you stood up from your seat and approached him. he immediately wrapped one arm around you, while the other hand held a lipstick tube. you raised an eyebrow at him, not following what he meant.

“i need you to put this on and kiss me” he giggled. “the comeback concept is love, and we were asked to take pictures with kisses all over our faces”

“but-“ you attempted to say. “and i really don’t feel like having wooyoung or mingi kiss me when i have you, the one i love the most in the whole wide world, here with me” he interrupted, shaking you slightly as to dramatize the seriousness.

again, how could you say no? he was giving you the same puppy eyes from this morning. you took the lipstick tube from his hand and applied it to your lips. wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer and kissed him on his cheeks, forehead, jaw, chin and nose. eveywhere but his mouth.

“you missed a spot, babe” he said, pouting. “atiny will kill me yunho!” you argued, giggling. “fine, but take your pictures first, then i’ll reward you”

damn those eyes of his.

YEOSANG

you were convinced your boyfriend was an angel. like an actual angel that fell from heaven or something so magestic that you could cry. he wasn’t doing anything special per say, he was simply enjoying the sun on one of the balconies of kq’s building.

few moments earlier yunho had appeared and hugged him suddenly, earning a confused look from yeosang. since the cameras were rolling, you surpressed a laugh. specially when he didn’t notice said cameras, and simply appreciated the hug from one of his members.

when yunho and the cameramen left, yeosang went back to the balcony, returning to the same spot and enjoying the sunlight once again as if nothing happened. he didn’t notice you either! so you decided to sneak up on him from behind and pressed the cold drink you were holding on his face.

“y/n! you surprised me” he exclaimed with wide eyes. you giggled as he took the drink. you kissed his cold cheek in response, and enjoyed the sensation against your lips. so you kissed him again. and again. and once again just in case.

“what’s with everyone today?” he asked, blushing due to your actions, but turned to face you properly. “you are simply so adorable yeo” you said, kissing him on the lips.

he returned the kiss with a smile, blush impossibly more evident.

SAN

“5 minutes until you have to get on stage! get ready!” a staff member yelled. everyone was making the final touches to the outfits, mics, earplugs, makeup, etc.

“darling come here quick! i need my good luck kiss!” san suddenly exclaimed, and you hurried up to him with a big smile on your face. “you don’t need luck san, you always kill it up there” you said, kissing him slightly on the lips.

“give me a proper one! i didn’t even feel that” he argued, bringing you closer with one hand while fixing his earplug with the other.

you rolled your eyes at him and stood on your tippy toes, not wanting to bring him down to your height because a staff member was still finishing the final touches on his pants. you kissed him again, lingering a bit more than the last time.

“that’s more like it” he muttered “but i’d like one more, just for extra precaution”.

“2 minutes everyone! go!” the same staff member from before yelled. the one fixing his pants stood up and left, work done.

you quickly wrapped your hands around him and brought him down to face you. not only did you kiss his lips once more, but also you kissed him all over his face, carefully though as to not ruin his makeup. satisfied, you pulled away and rushed him to the door.

“done, now go! you’ll be late!” you exclaimed, smile not leaving your face. he looked a bit dizzy, a look of longing evident in his eyes. he was, in fact, not satisfied, and wanted more.

“SAN! it’s time!” seonghwa called from nearby. san shook his head and bit his lip.

“thank you for the extra measurements darling” he said before rushing to the stage.

MINGI

“i want to play a game” you said suddenly, sitting up on your shared bed and throwing your phone behind you. mingi looked at you with a raised everybrow, hand pausing the small touches on your leg, but sitting up nonetheless.

“you are like a math genius right?” you asked, smirking, knowing the answer. the questioning look was more evident on his face now. “i like math, i don’t know if i’m a genius though” he said.

“for every right answer you get a kiss. deal?” you asked, getting closer to him and wrapping your legs around his body. his hands immediately let go of the ipad he was holding and instead embraced you, nodding.

“let’s start easy. 6x3?” you asked. “18” he replied, miliseconds after your question. he earned a kiss on his cheek.

“4x5?” you continued. “20, come on baby you said i was a genius, give me a little more”.

you rolled your eyes and gave him another kiss, on his other cheek now. “fine, 6x7?” “42, i said give me more!” he exclaimed. you kissed his forehead.

“okay! okay, 7x8 minus 6?” you asked. he took two seconds at most to think, before replying “50. pay up”. you kissed his neck this time.

“5x9 plus 10 minus 7” you said. “38, you’re making this easy on purpose as an excuse to kiss me right?” he asked, smiling while bringing you even closer to his body. you giggled “maybe, who knows? i like smart people”, you said, kissing him on the lips now.

he immediately kissed you back, deepening the kiss. his hands started caressing the small of your back while your hands flew to his hair, tugging it slightly. after a while, he broke the kiss.

“hey baby?” he asked, pecking your lips. you hummed in response. “the answer i gave you was incorrect, the real one was 48. just tell me you want kisses next time”.

WOOYOUNG

“do you hate me?” wooyoung asked, crossing his arms. you laughed while you finished applying gloss over your lipstick. you looked at him from the mirror, he had a big pout on his face.

“babe you know i don’t but if i kiss you i’ll ruin my lip combo! and i have to leave in like” you stopped to check the time on your phone “7 minutes”.

you were going out tonight with a couple of friends, and ever since you started getting ready wooyoung has been clingy. not in a possesive “don’t go” type of way, he just genuinely enjoyed your presence. when you started applying your lipstick, he was entranced by how good the color looked on your lips. which led to him asking for a kiss. reason why, you now have a pouty wooyoung standing crossed armed behind you.

“enough time for kisses! you can apply your gloss again later” he said, caging you between the vanity and himself the moment you stood up from your seat. you turned around and rolled your eyes. “i’ll kiss you later! promise!”

“nooo, i need one kiss now or else i’ll die!” he said dramatically, earning a genuine laugh from you. his face came closer to you, and brushed his nose against yours “please?” he begged.

you can’t say no, not to him at least. you kissed his lips lightly, as to not ruin your lipstick too much. it was enough to leave a faint mark though. as to what happened next, you just couldn’t help yourself: you started kissing all over his face, definitely ruining the lip combo you worked so hard on. but he just looked so pretty with that color all over his beautiful face!

once you were done with him, wooyoung checked himself on the mirror and smirked. “tell your friends you’ll be late, i want to see how this color looks on other parts of my body”.

JONGHO

it wasn’t a normal sight to wake up from your nap alone, and find out that your boyfriend left your side to cook. in fact, you could count the times you saw him cooking with one hand, and it was usually food yeosang asked for.

the smell that came out from whatever he was cooking was amazing though, momentarily making you forget he was even there in the first place. but of course, not for long, since you had a clear view of him chopping some carrots while looking extremely attractive. how can this be possible? you asked yourself. never in your life had you felt so atteacted to someone who was cutting vegetables.

you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his neck. “that smells amazing love” you said between kisses.

“oh you’re awake? i thought i’d have to wake you up myself” he replied, pecking your lips before returning to the carrots. he also tasted heavenly, and it was just a small peck. so you turned his face back to you again, and kissed him deeper, your tongue tasting his lips more.

“the taste is so good too jongho, you should cook more often” you said, breaking the kiss and pecking his cheek. he started blushing, hard and unable to say anything back. every time you both kissed left him speechless.

“thank you” he managed to say. so you did what everyone should do when your partner is a blushy adorable mess: you started kissing him everywhere. cheeks, lips, nose, neck, shoulders, everywhere you could reach.

“yeah i think i should cook more often” he managed to say again in between your kisses, forgetting about the vegetables and the simmering pot, while wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to keep doing your mischief.

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Hallows Eve - {CS}

↪ Summary: Your friends trick you into doing a Halloween ritual that’s supposed to summon a demon. You never believed in demons but do it anyway just to please them. Needless to say you didn’t expect it to work, nor did you expect yourself to end up trapped in the underworld by a demon wishing to claim you as his.

↪ Pairings: Demon prince San x Female presenting reader

↪   Rating: M 18+

↪   Genre: Fluff/Smut/Demon Au/Arranged Marriage/S2L

↪   Word Count: 3.8k

↪ Warnings/Contents: Smut (MDNI), Hard dom/possessive San, Power dynamics (Use of "sir" and "brat"), corruption, unprotected sex marking/biting, multiple orgasms, and body worship, aftercare and San being super soft at the end.

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There is a common legend that makes its way through your town every October. The legend goes that if you go into the woods at midnight, light a jack-o'-lantern, and recite an ancient poem, that you can summon a deity known as The Demon of the Hallows. The legend then states that anyone who summons him with a kind spirit will be blessed with a special gift, but those without a kind spirit would never be heard from again. You wouldn’t call yourself a skeptic or anything but you were never one to humor the legend. It was something you brushed off as a dumb story high school kids used to scare their friends or younger siblings. Needless to say, never in a million years did you expect to find yourself standing in the middle of the woods with a poorly carved jack-o'-lantern and a lighter. Your friends were hiding behind the trees a few feet away from you, not wanting to take any chances in case this ritual did end up working. 

This had all started during a Halloween party you were attending with your friends. Yunho had been the one to bring up the legend to which Mingi and Wooyoung had insisted that you try it, just to see what would happen. They agreed you had to be the one to do it since you were the most “normal” out of the friend group and before you knew it you were being dragged out of the party and into the woods, Wooyoung stealing one of the carved pumpkins from the porch so you could complete the ritual. 

It was completely dark out, with the moon being the only source of light, barely allowing you to make out the shadows of your friends from where you stood. Your rather thin vampire costume doing very little to shield you from the cold fall breeze, and you didn’t bring a jacket as you hadn’t planned on going outside. Your dress fluttered in the wind and tickled at your legs as you shivered and rubbed at your arm to try and stay warm. 

“This is ridiculous!” you called back, “can’t we just go home, it’s freezing out here!” 

“What’s the matter?” you heard Wooyoung call back to you, “are you scared it will work?”

“I’m not scared of a demon, I'm scared of freezing to death!” you argued back which caused the boys to laugh. 

“You’re so dramatic!” Yunho teased. 

“We only have two minutes until midnight, just do it!” Mingi added. You really wanted to just leave them there and run back to the house, but you knew you would never hear the end of it if you did. 

“You guys are so dead once this is over,” you groaned, setting the pumpkin down on the ground and waiting for the cue to start. Once Wooyoung gave you the go ahead you quickly lit the candle inside the pumpkin and recited the poem as best as you could remember it. The light from the candle flickered in the wind as you waited a moment to see if anything would happen. As expected, nothing did and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you stood up and dusted yourself off. “I told you guys it wouldn’t work, can we go now?” you called out, only to be met with silence. “Guys?” you tried looking around but you could no longer see the shadows of your friends. You knew they couldn’t have left that quickly without you hearing or seeing them, so your first instinct was that they were hiding from you just to scare you. “Really funny, come on guys I want to go back,” you said, walking over to the tree only to realize there was no one there. The woods fell eerily silent as you began to panic, calling out for your friends and looking around only to find that no one was there, you were completely alone. 

“Why so scared little one?” you quickly turned around to see a figure standing in front of the jack-o'-lantern where you had just been. He stood just a bit taller than you, with wide shoulders and a slim but toned waist. His hair was long, mostly black but you could see white peeking out at the bottom, the strands perfectly slicked back behind two black ram-like horns. He was wearing a black suit with red trim and gold embellishments that matched the gold headpiece he was wearing. Tucked behind him you could just make out the outline of batlike wings, resting against his shoulders. His eyes were sharp as he looked at you, and when you moved closer you could see the red color and cat-like pupil, the charcoal style makeup he was wearing only served to help accentuate his features. If you weren’t intimidated by his presence, you would have found him to be insanely beautiful. 

“I-who are you?” you stuttered out as you walked over to him, causing him to chuckle. 

“You are the one who called me here and yet you don’t know who I am?” he questioned, clearly amused by the situation. You, on the other hand, were terrified as you struggled to form a proper sentence. 

“Wait so you are The Demon of the Hallows? I didn’t think you were real!” you confessed. 

“That’s the name people gave me over the years, but I find that title much too formal,” he mused, “call me San.” You blinked at him in confusion as he moved closer until he was only a foot or so in front of you, smirking to himself as he took a moment to look over you. “You really didn’t believe in me did you? Poor thing, I can sense your confusion from miles away,” he cooed with another laugh, “let me guess you were tricked into doing this weren’t you? Your friends dragged you out here then ran away at the first sign of danger?” Your eyes widened at his observation, staring down at the ground while you played with the hem of your dress. 

“How did you know that?”

“My Sweet Y/N I’ve ruled over these parts for centuries, I know everything. Also you wouldn’t be the first pure soul to find yourself in this predicament,” he explained, reaching a hand out to brush your hair out of your face. You flinched slightly from the sudden contact, but you couldn't deny there was a strange warmth behind his touch, a welcome sensation that nearly had you leaning against his hand as he pulled away. “I must say,” he confessed, “of everyone who has called upon me, you are definitely the most beautiful, and the most innocent. You are exactly what I have been looking for.” With a pleased smile, he stood up straight and offered you his hand, which you took after a moment of hesitation, “Come with me, it’s time I show you your new home.”

“New home?” you questioned, “what do you mean new home? And what do you mean I’m what you’ve been looking for?” 

“I have waited years for the right soul to turn up, to complete me and help tie me to the mortal world and I have finally found it,” San explained as he tugged you along, “you my darling, are going to be my bride.”

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You don’t remember much of what happened after San pulled you away, almost as if you had blacked out. When you woke up, you found yourself tucked into a large bed, having been changed out of your costume and into a red silk nightgown. Your hair was also down and brushed out and your makeup had been removed. You sat up slowly, hugging the black comforter against your body and taking a moment to look around the room. It was a large master bedroom, mainly decorated with black, red, and gold. The bed was on a carved wooden frame with a swirling pattern carved into it at the base. There were also black curtains surrounding the frame that were currently tied up to allow you to see the rest of the room. There were no windows, all the light coming from the chandelier that hung over the middle of the room, casting a warm glow into the otherwise black room. The rest of the furniture that you could see was the same carved wood as the bed frame, and the room was decorated with various paintings and trinkets. 

“I was wondering when you would wake up,” turning your head, you gasped as you saw San standing against the door, “I know the transition to here isn’t the smoothest, but I was starting to worry I may have lost you.”

“Where am I?” you questioned, curling up as much as you could. San looked no different than when you first saw him, and yet his gaze made you feel tiny. 

“You’re home,” he explained as he made his way to the foot of the bed, “and this is your new bedroom. Do you like it? I can always redecorate for you if you want me to.” The warmth in his voice didn’t match his gaze which sent shivers down your body. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to fear him or find comfort in him. 

“I don’t understand,” you whispered, causing him to smile. 

“I know you’re still confused, don’t worry it will all make sense soon enough,” he promised, “for now I want to take this time to really get to know you before I claim you as mine.” You were frozen in place as you watched him remove his suit jacket, his wings practically vanishing to avoid getting in the way. He tossed the garment carelessly to the side, rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt before climbing onto the bed and making his way over to you. You gasped as the comforter was removed and you were pinned to the bed, San crawling on top of you and resting his weight on your hips to keep you from moving. Your arms were pulled above your head, San pinning them above you before snapping his fingers and leaning back. You felt a cold metal appear around your wrists and glanced up to see black chains connecting you to the bedpost, the metal jingling lightly as you tugged at the new restraint. 

“Can’t have you running away now can we?” San teased, “I really did want to take my time with you at first but you have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment. I don’t plan on waiting any longer.” With that he leaned down and connected your lips in a rough but passionate kiss, biting at your lip as his hands eagerly explored your body. You were frozen in place at first, taken aback by the rough movements. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but most of your previous sexual experiences had been rather vanilla so this was a brand new experience for you. Eventually you were able to melt into him, slowly starting to kiss back and react which earned you a pleased hum from San. His hands trailed back up to the neckline of your nightgown and he quickly ripped the fabric from your body as his tongue slipped its way into your mouth. You gasped at the sudden chill that ran down your body, only to moan as you felt his hands return to your chest. 

“Look at you,” he groaned as he pulled away from the kiss, “such a pretty innocent thing in such a sinful position, I love it.” His fingers pinched at your nipples which had you arching your back and moaning softly. 

“San please,” you whined out, tugging weakly on your restraints. San gave you a questioning look and clicked his tongue, pinching your nipple harder to make you squirm. 

“What did you just call me?” he asked, before you could answer he reached up and grabbed your chin to make sure you were looking at him. “As much as I love to hear you beg for me, you are only allowed to address me as Sir, understood?” You nodded as best as you could with his grip on you which only made him huff, “Use your words brat.”

“Yes Sir,” you muttered out, making him smirk. 

“Good, now lay still and behave while I claim what’s mine!” He let go of your face and repositioned himself, gripping your thighs tightly and spreading them so he could fit between them. You knew you were going to have bruises later, but that didn’t matter right now as San began trailing kisses up your leg. He trailed kisses up the inside of your thigh before biting down, relishing in the way you gasped and squirmed against his touch. He sucked on the spot until he was sure a mark was formed before running his tongue across it and moving to the other thigh to give it the same treatment. He continued the action multiple times until your thighs were visibly covered in bite marks, each time relishing in the noise you made at the combination of pain and pleasure. You tried closing your legs but his grip tightened every time you moved to keep them open, forcing you to lay still until he was satisfied with his work. 

“You look so much prettier covered in my marks, maybe next time I’ll try spelling my name” he hummed, placing one last kiss on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your core but not quite where you needed him. The teasing made you whine which in turn caused him to chuckle. “Since you were so good for me, I’ll give you a little reward, tell Sir what you want,” he cooed, tracing his fingers across your hip.

“I want you to touch me,” you begged without hesitation, “please Sir I’ll continue to be good just please touch me!” 

“I know you will,” San muttered, reaching a hand down and running a finger teasingly between your folds, “already so wet and I’ve barely even touched you. I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle much more.” You were about to argue that you could when he slid a finger into you, wasting no time before moving at a moderate pace. Within seconds he had found that special spot inside of you, making you cry out as he rubbed against it every time he inserted his finger. “So sensitive and so tight,” San mused, inserting another finger, “I am going to absolutely ruin you.” Your moans grew louder as his pace quickened, making a scissoring motion with his fingers and adding a third to thoroughly stretch you out. You started bucking your hips and grinding against his hand as you felt your orgasm approaching, desperate for release. San noticed this, chuckling to himself as he pressed his free hand on your lower stomach to keep you from moving. The action also made you feel the pressure of his fingers more and pushed you over the edge before you could find the words to warn him. 

Sans pace never faltered as you rode out your orgasm, pushing you into overstimulation before quickly removing himself from you entirely. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, bucking your hips into the air as you tried to catch your breath and come down from your high. 

“I’m disappointed I thought you said you would behave,” San said flatly as he wiped his fingers off on his shirt. You watched as he crawled away from you and off of the bed and for a moment you were worried that he was going to leave you like that. Broken apologies fell from your mouth combined with pleas for him not to stop as you tugged painfully at the chains holding you down. San relished in your begging before quickly silencing you with a wave of his hand, “Because this is our first time I will be nice just this once, but I don’t want to hear any complaints if I continue, got it?” “Yes Sir I promise,” you reply almost immediately. You hear San mutter something under his breath briefly before you suddenly feel the chains around your wrists disappear. 

“Can’t have you hurting yourself,” he explained, undoing his pants and kicking them off before climbing back on top of you, “besides, you’ll probably want to hold on for this.” You do as he suggested and wrap your arms around his neck as you feel his tip at your entrance. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, placing one hand by your head to hold himself up as the other helped guide his length into you. It was hard not to let your eyes roll back as you felt him stretch you, feeling fuller than you ever did with your past partners. San groaned softly as he bottomed out, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he felt your walls squeeze around him. It took everything in his power not to just pin you down and rail you right then, but he didn’t want to hurt you. 

The second he felt you relax he started moving, gradually speeding up until he was thrusting into you at an inhuman speed. The arm that wasn’t supporting his weight moving to grab your hip and pull you against him with each thrust. By this point you had given up on keeping eye contact, wrapping your arms and legs around him as tightly as possible and burying your head in his shoulder to hide your sounds. San didn’t seem to care though, occupying himself with marking your neck as he continued his movements. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, so it didn’t take long for the second one to wash over you, making you scream against his shoulder as he continued. San slowed down his pace enough to help you ride it out before picking up again to chase his own release. 

“Sir please!” you whined, grabbing desperately at his shirt while your other hand moved to grab at his horn. San groaned loudly at the action, hips faltering for a moment. 

“You can handle one more,” he grunted, “just hold on for me.” It didn’t take long for him to reach his orgasm, groaning loudly and pulling you against him as he released inside of you. The feeling pushed you into your third orgasm as you went limp in his hold, almost feeling like you were going to pass out. 

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As if a switch had flipped inside of San, you felt him gently pull out of you and help you lay back before carefully rolling off of you. Before you could whine about the loss of contact he had rolled onto his back and pulled you into his chest, pulling the covers over both of you to keep you warm. He would clean you up and help you get dressed once he knew you had fallen asleep. For right now though he knew you were probably sensitive and he wanted to give you time to come down from your headspace before he risked moving you and making you uncomfortable. One hand began gently playing with your hair while the other traced down your body, occasionally stopping to massage a particularly sore spot. You allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, feeling his warmth and scent which almost reminded you of fall. You had almost fallen asleep when you heard him speak again. 

“I didn’t mean to actually go that rough,” he confessed, “I never want to hurt you. There’s just something about you though that awakens something in me. I knew it from the moment I laid my eyes on you, I needed to have you and I can’t let you go.” You couldn’t really process what he was saying, let alone a response, so instead you hummed contently against his chest. San couldn’t help but smile down at you, hugging you a bit tighter to him. “I know you probably can’t understand me and I know you may not like me very much tomorrow but I hope you will enjoy it here. I mean it when you say you are mine. The person I will marry and bond myself to, and the one I will spend eternity protecting.” By this point he was just rambling as you had fallen asleep, but he continued with all of his promises as if you would be able to hear and understand him. 

San had waited centuries for the right soul to find him the one that would finally complete him without being destroyed or corrupted, something that could truly tie him to the mortal realm. Spending every October being dragged around by people who were hoping for an eternal favor. He always gave them what they wanted, but normally they weren’t able to handle the consequences. It had become a chore for him at this point, at least until he was called to you. He could feel the connection in you immediately, calling for him. He would give you the ultimate gift, eternal life and youth, and all you had to give him in return was your love and loyalty.

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Witchboy!Mingi

hi friends! the witchboy!au i started for bts is back as ateez!! also sorry for the friends (if any) that wanted me to finish the bts version but idk if it’s happening lol

other members: yunho, san

so we all know that every witch has their grimoire,,,,,the book where they store all of their runes, spells, potions, etc

but mingi literally has so many that he’s lost track at this point

honestly san makes fun of him constantly bc he’s always got his nose shoved in a book instead of actually PRACTICING magic

mingi doesn’t mind tho

honestly everyone in town knows him as that pretty boy who’s always walking around town with a backpack that looks like it HAS to weigh him down

it’s constantly bursting at the seams so it’s got to be heavier than he is

tbh it probs is but we all know he’s put a spell on it to make it lighter than a feather

he thrives in the places he can blend in and hide away

he even has a little secret spot he likes to sit at in the park while he studies

there’s a little tree in the back part of the wooded area that has a huge knoll in the arms

first he looks around to make sure nobody’s watching

bc like this is a ~S E C R E T~ as hongjoong constantly nags reminds him

so he looks around,,,,just to be sure

and then launches himself into the air

just long enough for him to plop down in the nook of the heaviest branch

then the studying begins

he literally spends hours sitting in that damned tree, reading book after book after book

and it’s perfect bc since it’s so hidden away, he knows he can practice his magic freely

one day, this gorgeous man walks through the door at the library you work at and your jaw hits the floor

like seriously how can one man be so beautiful

and he comes right up to the front desk and ur hands start to sweat 

jfc he really really is coming up here omg

hi, my name is mingi. can you help me find a book i’m looking for?

you know you were supposed to be listening to what he just asked u but like

u forgot already

sorry, i don’t think i heard you,,,what were you looking for??

and mingi’s not an idiot

he know’s hes ~pretty~

so he just chuckles and repeats the question

but the book he was looking for kind of threw you off guard bc

???? really????? 

the pretty boy wants to read a book on medicinal herbs??????

but u shrug it off bc you’ve had weirder requests anyway

so you take him into the basement of the library where you keep all of the medicinal books

he finds a table and when you hand him the book your fingers meet

why are his hands so soft and warm omg don’t blush u can-

and he smiles and nods, puts his headphones in and starts to read

tbh it takes you a second of standing there like a moron for a minute before you walk away

and you didn’t notice but every time you spoke, he had to calm himself too bc

why are they the cutest person i’ve ever seen in my life omg i gotta go tell the guys

but he kept coming back every day

more books in tow

and he started to become your favorite regular

everytime he came into the library he would stop and ask for your help

it even got the point where he knew your name 

which made your heart do backflips bc

jfc he knows my name

but honestly he did the same thing 

he would run home after a study session at the library and burst into the house and be like

GUYS TODAY THEY -

yes yes we know they talked to you and they’re beautiful and perfect and-

so one day you’re walking down the street on your way to your shift 

and who’s in front of you,,,,,but mingi with an armful of huge books

oh shit oh my god

and he thinks the same thing bc

WHAT I’M NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

and he drops all of the books in his hand

oh here, let me help you

and he freaks out bc they’re literally all grimoires

specifically the ones about love spells and potions hehe

NO NO REALLY THAT’S FINE I GO-

and his heart stops as you pick up the grimoire and start flipping through it

you look up at him confused bc,,,,,,,the pages are blank????

mingi, there’s nothing in this book???

and he breathes a sigh of relief but also hoW IS HE SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN THAT SHE CAN’T READ THEM BC OF A GLAMOUR CHARM

uh, well, uh- you see, that’s my journal and i-uh haven’t started writing in it yet

and you immediately slam the book shut and get bright red 

bc omg you would never wanna invade his personal space so you basically throw it back in his general direction

omg i’m so so sorry i would never try and read someone’s journal omg

and he just laughs and runs his hand through his hair bc thank god she didn’t see the love spell 

that he definitely went home that evening and performed ehehe

[serendipityseulgi]

8 Ways of Love; Series Masterlist

– ATEEZ

According to the Ancient Greeks, there are 8 classified types of love. Here is a series that introduces each kind.

PARK SEONGHWA - PRAGMA; VERSION I

SYNOPSIS: significant milestones in yours and Seongwha’s relationship that show the kind of love that progresses and matures over a long period of time, and somewhat rare to find. 

GENRE: fluff, light smut, angst, progressive relationship, best friends to lovers!au.

WORD COUNT: 11.1k

to read PRAGMA, click here.

KIM HONGJOONG - MANIA; VERSION II

SYNOPSIS: the breaking point in your relationship where you give Hongjoong an ultimatum – to fix his toxic tendencies or to let you walk out on him forever. the kind of love that’s unhealthy but you don’t want to leave. 

GENRE: angst, extremely unhealthy relationship, toxic habits.

WORD COUNT: 11.3k

to read MANIA, click here. 

JEONG YUNHO -  PHILIA; VERSION III

SYNOPSIS: the moment you realize you’re absolutely head-over-heels in love with Yunho, the boy you’ve always considered a “brother.” the kind of love that started out platonic, but escalates into something more. 

GENRE: fluff, best friends to lovers!au, slightly suggestive.

WORD COUNT: TBD

to read PHILIA, click here.

*not yet released.

KANG YEOSANG - AGAPE; VERSION IV

SYNOPSIS: Yeosang asks you exactly why you love him so much and you realize it’s because of the love he has for everyone else that makes him all the more special to you. the kind of love that’s given to everyone.

GENRE: fluff, very sappy, soft.

WORD COUNT: TBD

to read AGAPE, click here.

*not yet released.

CHOI SAN - EROS; VERSION V

SYNOPSIS: the one where you and San started off using each other strictly for pleasure but later decide that you don’t care if your feelings get in the way anymore. the kind of love that’s passionate and fast, but claimed to burn out fast. 

GENRE: fwb to lovers!au, light smut, soft moments, mild angst.

WORD COUNT: TBD

to read EROS, click here.

*not yet released.

SONG MINGI - LUDUS; VERSION VI

SYNOPSIS: where Mingi flirts with you every chance he gets, and even though you never take him seriously, he never fails to make the butterflies in your stomach go wild. the kind of love where realize you really do care for him, and he clearly cares for you too. 

GENRE: fratboy mingi has a soft spot for reader, mutual pining, slightly suggestive, fluff.

WORD COUNT: TBD

to read LUDUS, click here.

*not yet released.

JUNG WOOYOUNG - STORGE; VERSION VII

SYNOPSIS: where you take on a nurturing, almost maternal, role for Wooyoung being the only constant he’s ever had in his life, but he falls in love with you. the kind of love that’s always been familiar to you both.

GENRE: mild angst, mentions of past trauma (could be triggering for some), friends to lovers!au, soft moments.

WORD COUNT: TBD

to read STORGE, click here.

*not yet released.

CHOI JONGHO - PHILAUTIA; VERSION VIII

SYNOPSIS: where Jongho loves you unconditionally but you hate yourself, so he lets you go so you can learn to love who you are before you can love him back. the kind where you put yourself first. 

GENRE: slight angst, mentions of insecurities, fluff.

WORD COUNT: TBD

to read PHILAUTIA, click here.

*not yet released.

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!!

Please note that me and the author @hyyunjins​ are using the same concept of the eight types of love. We each have created our own series using this concept, but the storylines and execution of our series’ are very different. We wanted to make it clear that this idea was not stolen from one or the other.

We both have worked hard on our own series for months and just so happened to post them around the same time as each other. 

In respects to the hard work she has put into her own writing and how incredible and amazing of an author she is, I highly recommend you check out her series as well because I find that it’s extremely important to give recognition where it is due. 

While my series is more independent and are stand alones, her stories are interwoven with one another and takes place within the same universe.

Here’s the link to her masterlist, I promise you won’t regret reading it too :)

Hongism’s Colours of Love Series

[sidereal-fantasies]

Sincerely, Not You

[Choi San]

03: Transparency

WARNING(S): None (just one curse word)

College AU in which Choi San and many others receive letters that threaten to break their already fragile hearts

“Patience and pride have never worked together nor will they ever give you the answer you are searching for.”

A few days has passed since the rather coincidental meet up between you and San. With the new revelation that you had also received a mysterious letter, the aspiring writer has made it his mission to meet you again to inquire about this predicament. However, for as thoughtful as San can be, his plan only consisted of patiently waiting until you hunted him down yourself if the letter was deemed to be so significant to your being. A hopeless yearning to satisfy childish meddlesomeness, one would have told him. A death wish if that letter seemed important, another would have warned. Yet, San stayed determined to pull himself out of the ambiguity that he was left with in this situation even if your lack of reaction from the first morning class you two shared appeared a little discouraging.

“Maybe it wasn’t that important then,” Yeosang concluded as San and him strolled the streets in search of a quick bite between classes.

San hummed. “Maybe you’re right, but I say otherwise,” he retorted, causing the brunette to raise an eyebrow.

For as long as Yeosang knew San, any doubt that crossed San’s mind only meant that a reckless plan was brewing inside the depths of his ever-so-busy mind. Any effort to steer him towards a path with less collisions in the near future would be useless at this point. He was silently stubborn, as Yeosang had learned over the years. Too stubborn to move away from the daydreams that sometimes distracted him from reality. Too stubborn to step away from the harsh truth he presents himself with in a quiet manner. Disaster only waited for San if he continued on with this skewed perception.

“By the way, Mingi said something about [Name] the other day,” Yeosang stated.

“Mingi knows [Name] as well?” San began, “I didn’t know they were that popular.”

“It’s not really that they’re popular, but Mingi said [Name] and him actually used to attend the same school, which is odd if you ask me,” Yeosang explained.

It was indeed a little peculiar for San remembered that Mingi hailed from a well known dance academy. Though every school still had its general subjects, he knew that many who chose to attend any performing arts school were specifically set on committing to an unknown future filled with obstacles that would challenge faith, devotion, and work ethic for the field always remained unpredictable in a plethora of ways. Performing arts school was a place where many were able to unleash their creativity freely with no worries about the future however, and yet here was [Name], a computer science major who expressed no fantasy or daydream and who continued on with a plain lifestyle, contempt in the box they built around themselves. In the mind of San, [Name] was someone who struggled to grasp the concept that art is another world of its own that is meant to be explored with passion and fervor. A blank canvas ready to be splattered with unpredictability. [Name] couldn’t have come from any performing arts school.

“If they came from the same school, then how come one ended up as one of the top dance majors and the other didn’t pursue anything similar?” San inquired.

Yeosang shrugged his shoulders. “I’d ask the same thing. I left it at that, though, because I wasn’t entirely invested in the idea that Mingi and [Name] had attended the same school before.”

San let a soft sigh pass his lips. Every unanswered question will eventually seek out its response. It just takes a little patience, which San was all too familiar with not possessing as much as his friend beside him.

“Another story to be unraveled, then—“

“Choi San!”

San immediately scrunched his nose in displeasure at the sudden echo of his full name.

“Seems that I need to take my leave now,” Yeosang teased. San rolled his eyes at the brunette before he stopped and turned to face your approaching form.

Your face remained impassive as you immediately extended your hand out to the ravenette. “I know you have my letter, so can I have it back?” You asked. A tiny simper pulled at the corners of San’s lips.

“You mean this?”

San held the envelope addressed with your name in front of you. “Quite an interesting thing to receive. Admirer?”

“No,” you answered bluntly, causing San to chuckle slightly. Your eyes quickly scanned over the envelope before you began reaching out to retrieve it only to have San hold it out of your reach. “What are you trying to do this time, San?”

It was a risky thought, for sure, but San craved to satisfy the ever increasing curiosity that plagued his mind. So, San held your letter in front of you with one hand before he began to rummage around his backpack with his other hand. He then pulled out a similar envelope with his own name scribbled in the middle of it.

“Seems like I got the same thing. How about we open it together?” San suggested.

You pressed your lips together, contemplating the offer as your fingers slowly wrap around your own envelope. Neither of you knew what the contents were inside, leaving endless possibilities of what it could be. Yet, it surely could be just that; admirers that felt the need to go the old fashion route to reveal a loveless confession. There was nothing wrong with writing a letter for it was a completely normal gesture of those who idolized the idea of cheesy romance built upon the everlasting influence of rom-cons, drama shows, and coming-of-age films. A waste of paper, you would have scoffed. But, perhaps it could turn into an inside joke, or another step into a steady friendship, granted you and San had a similar response to romantic gestures like love letters.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“Okay,” you responded, “we’ll open it and if we want to, we can talk about it.”

San beamed as he immediately ran a finger under the flap, ripping it open to reveal a similar off-white piece of paper folded inside. You carefully tore your’s open, pulling the flap gently before slipping the letter out of the confinement with a great amount of care.

“If it is just… admirers, what are you going to do?” you inquired. Out of your watchful gaze, you saw San’s broad shoulders shrug in response.

“Who knows,” he spoke as he quickly unfolded his letter. “Will you let me read your’s if it’s just that?”

“Who knows,” you mimed as you unfolded your letter as well.

An uncomfortable silence ensues within the first few lines of each letter, leaving you and San struggling to formulate any sentences as your gazes continuously scan over the letters. Visible gulps, shaky hands, and plastered frowns were the only things that your bodies could do to communicate that these letters were certainly not love letters. With just a few words, it seemed that the invisible pride you both held on for so long crumbled into dust.

“Did… did you write this?” You questioned in a low tone. San vigorously shook his head as he bit down on his lower lip. “Of course not. Did you?”

A shallow laugh escapes you as you crumple the letter into a ball suddenly. “That’s a lame question considering you’re the one who called me out for my lack of ability to even type an essay.”

Former romantic sounds just like you, though, San wanted to voice, pressing his lips into a thin line. For the ebony-haired student, it wasn’t hard to guess what kind of view you had on things that you would possibly deem as trivial and not worth the time to ponder over. As complicated as you presented yourself as, San knew for a fact that the mere idea of fidelity stirred a deeply rooted discomfort within you. Yet, you were so narrow minded when it came to a simple essay the other day. Doubt suddenly crossed his mind as his grip tightened. It makes perfect sense, he thought. The restrained view, the subtle dislike towards anything that could be understood as pushing the boundaries as friends; it had to be you.

“Will you still let me read that letter?” He carefully asked.

You peered down at the crumpled ball of paper in your hand before handing it over to San. “Do what you want with it. I have to leave now.”

“[Name]!”

You immediately turned back on your heel the moment San’s hand grips your wrist.

“Do you know who Song Mingi is?”

Well, shit. Your eyes shift elsewhere for a quick second before meeting San’s stern gaze once more. “He’s one of the dance team captains along with Jeong Yunho and Jung Wooyoung—“

“That’s not the answer I wanted,” San interrupted, gaze never faltering for even a second. “Let me try again. Do you know who Song Mingi is?”

A lump started to form within your constricting throat. “We attended the same high school, more or less. Why?” you asked as your free hand rested on the back of your burning neck.

“Do you want to tag along with me this weekend and meet up with him?”

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not you wanted to rip your wrist out of San’s iron grip. Your conscious was dancing on thin ice by now, carefully testing which idea would keep you from falling into the freezing water. It’s been a little over a year since you’ve last seen Mingi. It was unpredictable knowing how the dancer would react to seeing you on the same campus as him for you took so much caution to avoid the fiery haired man as much as possible. Fate, as it seems, had a way with making your future unclear.

“I’ll… I’ll give you my number then,” you finally answered.

San’s hand slipped away from your wrist just as the two of you breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m sure he’s been wanting to catch up with you for the longest time,” he assured you as he held his phone out to you. You could only force a polite smile though as your fingers reluctantly wrapped around San’s phone. Your patience was already thinned out as it is and your pride was shot, yet the universe remained unsatisfied with your pitiful state of mind. Hopelessly, you found yourself tumbling down a path full of misfortune and misery with San being the cataclysm of it all.

“It’s easy to tell you’re upset,” San noted as he took his phone back from you. You arch your eyebrows in response before motioning for the genius writer to continue.

“Stop worrying about it if it’s the letter. I’ll burn it if it makes you happy,” San chuckled softly.

“I… Look, I’ll just get going to my next class. Text me the details later and then I’ll decide whether or not I want to go,” you exhaled.

San remained wordless as he watched you scurry off with a frown etched into your features. He didn’t dare to say anything afterwards, knowing that it was probably best to leave the bitterly frustrating conversation unfinished. It was for the best, he noted. For both you and himself as he looked down to the creased paper known as your letter. Boundaries were tested and San had to face the fact that he may have pushed them too much for comfort. Nevertheless, he could say that he had, at least, tried. However, his curiosity remained and thrived, buzzing like a swarm of bees within his inner thoughts and consciousness.

The mysterious ink that stained your crumpled letter and caused your internal conflict was eventually shoved into the front pocket of his bag without another thought being dedicated towards it. His own letter followed suit with an exhausted breath escaping his lips. Perplexing, he would have remarked. Perplexing for a person who’s feelings are as transparent as glass.

“Let it be a mystery, then, [Name]. For both you and me to solve.”

[macchiatomingi]

stars

In which, maybe having a vampire boyfriend isn’t that bad of a concept after all.

“You’re gonna take me where?” you ask, incredulous at the fact that your boyfriend even thought this was a good idea.

“The castles,” Jongho started, “they’re pretty nice just really far and hard to get to for most humans,” he finished calmly, not even looking up from the lamp he was fumbling with.

You knew it was risky, he’d have to carry you while avoiding the stares from the villagers as he ran from roof to roof, and then once you two broke through the forest he’d still have to carry you since, on your last outing, you injured your ankle.

“You’d have to carry me the entire way though,” you say meekly, hands folding over one another in your lap, “wouldn’t that be too much?”

“My love, I’m not a human. You don’t have to worry about that.”

You really couldn’t argue with him, so you agreed. The two of you left that night, Jongho carrying you on his back as he silently made his way through the village via the rooftops. Conversation was sparse, Jongho was too focused on listening and making sure he was quiet enough so as to not notify the villagers of his presence, and you were too busy focusing on the stars up above. 

It didn’t take long before he left from the rooftops, a quick jump that he didn’t warn you about, causing your stomach to lurch with the sudden change in gravity. He gracefully landed as you tightened your grip around his neck so you wouldn’t fall. 

The two of you had landed at the edge of the village, right at the mouth of the forest. Jongho adjusted his grip on you and kept walking, humming a small tune as his feet crunched their way over branches of fallen leaves. You leaned your head on his chest, and listened to the faint thump of his heart. 

He was a rare case, half vampire, half human. He wasn’t technically “dead,” as many vampires were, but he also wasn’t fully alive. He had the warmth of a human, but the strength and reflexes of a vampire. 

In short, he was an enigma. And you loved that about him.

The two of you eventually reached a small clearing, no trees grew in this part of the forest. Many of the villagers speculated that the Faeries had blessed that part of the land, promising good fortune to anyone who prayed there. Jongho set you down in the grass and sat next to you, leaning back on his hands and looking up. 

“I thought we were going to the castles?” You asked, turning to look at Jongho.

“Change of plans, it’s quieter here,” he started, “the castles have bugs and ominous groaning noises from the ghosts there.”

“You can’t honestly believe that there are ghosts in the castles,” you say, amusement lacing your voice as you notice the tips of his ears redden.

“Mingi-hyung says there are,” he starts, “and I believe him,” he finished matter-of-factly.

You laughed softly and lied down, Jongho eventually following in suit, adjusting you so that your head was resting on his arm, with the both of you looking up at the cloudless night sky above.

“Hey,” he started, voice soft, “I wanted to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I think...” he trailed off, you turned to look at him and saw him pouting in thought, eyes flitting from one star to the next as he tried to gather his words, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Oh,” you felt a warmth rush to your cheeks, and as you nuzzled your body closer into his side, you mumbled a small, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

[baekhvuns]

SM is on my shitlist actually shsushsjagshsh I can't stand some of the music they put out. I'm glad Shinee is spared and they're still releasing bops <3 I tried liking NCT's music, but except for a few songs I just... 😬 I hated Next Level and Savage, but they grew on me because my friend performed a lip sync to both of them and I had to listen to these songs 736362 times, so yeah... I still lowkey dislike them, but some parts slap not gonna lie.

I know Woosung I went to his concert recently, I'm not like a hardcore fan, but one of my friends is!

I would love to see actual dark concepts like creepy shit, men dancing in latex pants with a fire background is not a dark concept 😭😭😭 but Atinys are like OMG WE'RE TIRED OF DARK CONCEPTS??? Give me some vampires and real possession, they're demons after all. I'm really hoping for more rock inspired songs for Ateez, maybe this comeback?

Some people never grew up, never got the character development. Sad... can't relate!

Girl get in line miss Tiny has a lot of fans, she's popular - probably to her disappointment, because she likes being left alone and just being caressed <333

Please I'll get my period today or tomorrow I HATE IT HERE. Period is always ruining my life I can barely do anything :(

Oh no bestie that sounds rough, grey clothes nooooooo. Did anyone see you fall? I had one stupid incident once as well, so I got you. I always walk like a duck in winter, afraid of slipping and dying

A 1D agenda? Mingi would be proud, I have some Directioner friends so I think I heard that one 👀 "They don't know about the things we do" oh I bet they don't uhmmm. A murder?! I will be the one murdered when the fic gets released

Yeah the cliche way I agree if it's written well it could be so so good. Exactly to fucking bastards coming together and their groups of friends mingling as well, and the bg and bb are like THE FUCK, ET TU BRUTE? And surprise surprise they're actually all the same, so no point arguing with each other. Just be a menace together!

The aggressive language I get it. Personally I would take a semi-interesting plot but extremely well written than a very unique storyline, but the language is not it. I don't wanna discourage people, because everyone has to learn how to write, but some projects are too ambitious perhaps

Omfg don't get me ideas, mama Park we're at your door (respectfully) serenading you because you gave birth to this beautiful shapeshifter man 😭

Everytime there's a Kboo article about Hwa I'm like "I ghostwrote this" https://www.koreaboo.com/lists/11-times-ateez-seonghwa-proved-truly-king-visuals/

Like, yeah it was me and what about it... https://www.koreaboo.com/lists/ateez-seonghwa-look-intimidating-times-proved-absolute-angel/

https://twitter.com/Kimmybaek2/status/1531893394338746368?t=Ib2b8kveuAaJ_82Qq05kxw&s=19

No because he did it so fast and his dedication and softness? I would give up 74637 times, I like Lego but have zero patience 🤡 I'm gonna play it in the background later. He started it at 5am my time, and that was very rude but I unfortunately had to wake up before 7am and he went on for 3 hours seriously, what a man! And MARS ASMR too?! 🤩 the perfect high school bf

https://twitter.com/ATEEZofficial/status/1531935958698176514?t=6PWOZG_gW_2cKJvVoOyXXw&s=19

😊😌🥺🤧 the first photo he looks so proud. I love fluffy hair Hwa is so precious to me. He's actually my 25 months old son 😭😭😭 jk I didn't say that 🤚🏻 - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

SM is on my shitlist actually shsushsjagshsh I can't stand some of the music they put out. I'm glad Shinee is spared and they're still releasing bops <3 I tried liking NCT's music, but except for a few songs I just... 😬 I hated Next Level and Savage, but they grew on me because my friend performed a lip sync to both of them and I had to listen to these songs 736362 times, so yeah... I still lowkey dislike them, but some parts slap not gonna lie.

BDWMDHWK WHO DOESNT HAVE SM ON THEIR SHITLIST i think i prefer nct’s bsides more then the title tracks but only a few bsides maybe im biased but some of their bsides have the “old sm touch” and it makes me mELT !!!! FBWNDJSJ I ACTUALLY LIKED THEM next level’s breakdown when ningning sings is MY JAM not a fan of their raps but bfdbbd THATS MY NÆVIS THATS MY NÆVISU LEAD WE FOLLOW DBDB the build up to the drop in savage is insane tbh

I know Woosung I went to his concert recently, I'm not like a hardcore fan, but one of my friends is!

AAAAAAA HOW LUCKY PLS HES SO FUNNY AND MAKES PPL BARK 😭😭

I would love to see actual dark concepts like creepy shit, men dancing in latex pants with a fire background is not a dark concept 😭😭😭 but Atinys are like OMG WE'RE TIRED OF DARK CONCEPTS??? Give me some vampires and real possession, they're demons after all. I'm really hoping for more rock inspired songs for Ateez, maybe this comeback?

NO BC FR LATEX AND A FIRE BACKGROUND ISNT DARK like gimme the dark makeup on the eyes the lips, go crazy with ur hair, dO THE CONCEPT PHOTOS LIKE THAT GO ON MUSIC SHOWS WITH THE MAKEUP AND NOT THE BASIC NUDE TONES FBWKDHWK ATINYS ARE NEVER HAPPY 😭😭😭 no fr like go dark dark dARK,,, im hoping they continue the lore! wanna hear some piratey tunes to celebrate johnny’s win <3

Some people never grew up, never got the character development. Sad... can't relate!

DBWMDBKW EXACTLY ITS RLY EMBARRASSING BC THEY POST IT ONLINE AND STUFF AND 🔫🔫😭😭

Girl get in line miss Tiny has a lot of fans, she's popular - probably to her disappointment, because she likes being left alone and just being caressed <333

BDMWBDKW 😭😭😭😭 NAURRR MISS TINY do u think she’s an infp pls ask her the question if she likes hwa <3

Please I'll get my period today or tomorrow I HATE IT HERE. Period is always ruining my life I can barely do anything :(

NAURRR BC THE PAIN IS SO MF DISGUSTING LIKW WHY ARE U MAKING ME KNEES WEAK IM FALLING 😭😭😭 maybe AK will help <3 a little 😭😭

Oh no bestie that sounds rough, grey clothes nooooooo. Did anyone see you fall? I had one stupid incident once as well, so I got you. I always walk like a duck in winter, afraid of slipping and dying

DBWMDJKW THEY DID SOMEONE FROM BEHIND ASKED IF I WAS OKAY AND I NODDED AND RAAAAN RAAN INSIDE BFDBBDNS nO FR MORE PPL DIE FROM FALLING THAN ANYTHING SCHOOLS SHOULD BE CLOSED ON THOSE DAYS 😭😭

A 1D agenda? Mingi would be proud, I have some Directioner friends so I think I heard that one 👀 "They don't know about the things we do" oh I bet they don't uhmmm. A murder?! I will be the one murdered when the fic gets released

HE WOULD BE !!!! “they don’t know about the things we do” im sure yn’s dad does HDKWHDKQHDKW YES A MURDER MAYBE ACCIDENTAL FRAMING ☺️☺️

Yeah the cliche way I agree if it's written well it could be so so good. Exactly to fucking bastards coming together and their groups of friends mingling as well, and the bg and bb are like THE FUCK, ET TU BRUTE? And surprise surprise they're actually all the same, so no point arguing with each other. Just be a menace together!

YES EXACTLY !!! BFQMBD TWO COMPLETE BASTARDS WHO THE SCHOOL IS TIRED OF COME TOGETHER??? turns out they have the same difficulties,,, the smut would be bussin AMAZING I LOVE THIS I WILL LOOK JNTO THIS IDEA RN,,, LMFAOOOO ET TU BRUTE FHENHDJE 😭😭😭😭 imagine them comparing test results and groaning when they both got the worst ones wbdnwbdn

The aggressive language I get it. Personally I would take a semi-interesting plot but extremely well written than a very unique storyline, but the language is not it. I don't wanna discourage people, because everyone has to learn how to write, but some projects are too ambitious perhaps

YES LIKE a very well written story and then u see the dialogue “he’s fucking you like a beast” sorry. WHAT BDQMBDKQBDKQ YES EXACTLY ALL OF WHAT U SAID !!!

Omfg don't get me ideas, mama Park we're at your door (respectfully) serenading you because you gave birth to this beautiful shapeshifter man 😭

no bc his mom must be a milf too 😭😭😭 no wonder his dad waited im the bus for her SIMP FJWHFEK LETS GO TOGETHER I JUST WANNA HAVE A TALK WITH HIS MOM 😭😭😭

Everytime there's a Kboo article about Hwa I'm like "I ghostwrote this" https://www.koreaboo.com/lists/11-times-ateez-seonghwa-proved-truly-king-visuals/ Like, yeah it was me and what about it... https://www.koreaboo.com/lists/ateez-seonghwa-look-intimidating-times-proved-absolute-angel/

NO BC FBWB KBOO DOING ONE THING RIGHT AND THATS PRAISING SEONGHWAS ASS 😭😭😭 ABSOLUTELY IF KBOO HIRES ME I WILL WRITE ALL ABT SEONGHWA seonghwa invented happiness actually

https://twitter.com/Kimmybaek2/status/1531893394338746368?t=Ib2b8kveuAaJ_82Qq05kxw&s=19 No because he did it so fast and his dedication and softness? I would give up 74637 times, I like Lego but have zero patience 🤡 I'm gonna play it in the background later. He started it at 5am my time, and that was very rude but I unfortunately had to wake up before 7am and he went on for 3 hours seriously, what a man! And MARS ASMR too?! 🤩 the perfect high school bf

NO FR THE AMT OF PATIENCE THIS MAN HAS IS INCREDIBLE when is it my turn god when,,, SBDBDBWJ 5AM??? AND U WOKE UP TO WATCH IT?? DEDICATION ANON 😭😭😭 MARS ASMR PLS ITS LIKE GOODBOY HWA X BADGIRL YN COMIMG TO LIFE

second side looks like bbhwa-

https://twitter.com/ATEEZofficial/status/1531935958698176514?t=6PWOZG_gW_2cKJvVoOyXXw&s=19 😊😌🥺🤧 the first photo he looks so proud. I love fluffy hair Hwa is so precious to me. He's actually my 25 months old son 😭😭😭 jk I didn't say that 🤚🏻 - DV 💖

25 MONTH OLD SON 😭😭😭 UR A MOM 😭😭😭 CAN I MARRY UR SON WHEN HES OLDER FBWMFBWM he’s so lame 😭😭 nerdhwa au when wHEN ANON WHEN

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