#joong & mingi friday

[hongjoongdaily]

Happy Joong & Mingi Friday =)

[rems-writing]

Doberman cafe but a Maltese owns it?

Pairing: barista!Yeosang x office worker!reader

Summary: This will be tied to the dilf YunGi fics I posted a while back but this time, the reader will have no connection to any of the characters. Just a heads up lol

Warning(s): Swearing, yelling, Yeosang being a total softie for the reader, reader is a certified simp for Yeosang (i mean who wouldn't be lol), mentions of a non-Ateez member

Genre: A shit ton of fluff lol

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

Originally, I was going to post a Hongjoong fic. However, in observance of the birth of the man named Kang Yeosang, I've decided to post this first before the Joong fic.

Thank you to @bunnliix for helping me decide the order of the remaining fics that I should write and post

The calming effect of the soft jazz music playing in the background of the Doberman Cafe provided much needed soothing effort for those that entered the small coffee shop. From college students to families that wanted a day out, the owner would always greet his customers with a smile.

Kang Yeosang was happy where he was at. After quitting his old job, he found it relaxing to grind coffee and mix in various ingredients to create caffeinated drinks varying from sweet to bitter. He also got some help from his best friend Jung Wooyoung, who was currently in the back baking various pastries. The two have been friends since diapers and they vowed to never abandon the other.

Yeosang has heard tales of Wooyoung's other best friend getting together with Jeong Yunho and the widow of Doh Kyungsoo dating Song Mingi.

When would it be his turn?

Business was slow as usual for today. After all, it was Friday so most of his usual customers weren't coming in which was fine. It gave the man time to relax and rest his hands from making coffee. The bell attached above the front door chimed and Yeosang looked up. He was getting ready to greet the customer with a kind smile when he heard the argument that came through.

"LISTEN, JONES! I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF HE ACTS LIKE A DAMN CHILD THROWING A TANTRUM! HE SHOULD'VE THOUGHT TWICE BEFORE FUCKING CHEATING ON ME!"

Oh dear. This person sounded angry. Wooyoung must've noticed Yeosang's confusion and slight fear since he poked his head out of the back and heard the unintentionally loud conversation this person had with this Jones person.

"HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT?! OH HELL NAH! I'M OVER HERE BUSTING MY ASS LEFT AND RIGHT 24/7 TO BRING FOOD ON THE TABLE AND PAY RENT WHILE HE SITS ON HIS ASS AND DOES ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING! AND YET HE HAS THE GALL TO SAY, 'yOu nEvER mAkE tiMe fOr me' STRAIGHT TO MY FACE?! AT LEAST I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HIS BEST FRIEND!"

Oh. This just got interesting. As Yeosang saw the customer sit down, he couldn't help but to be smitten with them. Sure, they were angry as hell and very much stressed yet he couldn't help it. He tilted his head and eavesdropped some more. Unintentionally.

"Look, Jones! After gathering the divorce papers, make sure you also provide documents for a restraining order against my soon to be ex-husband. It may be too much, but I don't care. I'm so fucking tired! I'm just... done. Let me know when those papers are finished and fax them to me. My boss won't care. He knows of the shit that's happening to me right now. Hence, that strangely kind offer for me to take a trip down to the Bahamas. Anyways, I have to go. Tell your wife and kids I said hi."

You hung up after your attorney and former college roommate Jones bid you goodbye. You groaned quietly and laid your head on the table that you sat at. You felt someone sit across from you and you were about to tell them to kindly fuck off when you lifted your head and was immediately greeted with a statue staring down at you with big brown eyes that were full of curiosity and wonder.

'HOLY SHIT! I KNOW THAT A LOT OF PEOPLE SAY THAT THE OWNER WAS HANDSOME, BUT THEY CERTAINLY DIDN'T TELL ME HOW HANDSOME! AND HE'S SO CUTE TOO! LIKE A MALTESE!'

'Quit it, Y/N! He probably thinks you're a lunatic with the way he must've heard you scream over the phone.'

'Damn it! Ok I'll stop my simping...'

After you finished internally scolding yourself, you looked down to see him move a white teacup slowly in your direction, along with a slice of cake.

"Hey. I figured you'd need this. I didn't mean to, but I overheard you yelling at someone over a certain douchebag that's also a man-child. Hopefully, this cheers you up." He said in a rich honey-like deep voice.

In the cup was a freshly brewed batch of lavender green tea and on the plate was a slice of black cherry chiffon cake. You smiled sheepishly and thanked him shyly for the treats.

When you sipped the tea, all the stress over your cheating soon-to-be ex-husband washed away and you instantly relaxed. You then picked up your fork and took a piece of the cafe before eating it.

You were in heaven. You definitely needed this.

"Um... thank you." Your voice came out softer than usual and had a twinge of shyness to it. Yeosang smiled and beckoned for Wooyoung to come sit with you.

Wooyoung was extremely sexy, but not as sexy as the man sitting across from you.

"I hope you guys don't mind me coming in here at this ungodly hour. If you haven't heard, I'm... kind of going through a lot right now."

Wooyoung, who was usually loud as hell, softened his voice.

"It's no problem. Fridays are our slowest days and since Saturday is our day off, we usually stay in here until we decide to go home. You're welcome to stay as long as you like."

"Thank you. By the way, these are amazing."

"Thank you! I made the cake." Wooyoung proudly said with a smile.

"And I made the tea." Yeosang said. "Speaking of which, would you like to spill the tea on your oh-so shabby life?"

You found yourself smiling at that and Yeosang found his heart beating rapidly with excitement.

"Oof. Where do I start?"

From there, you spilled the tea on everything. From your recent tragic event to your life in general, you said it all. Yeosang and Wooyoung were sassy and savage and you found yourself giggling at their quick and witty responses. Finally, you felt yourself becoming sleepy and you yawned. Yeosang found the sound cute. Wooyoung cleared the dishes while Yeosang stood up and help you with your things.

"Would it be possible to walk you home? Not only do I enjoy your company but uh... the Namhae Strongman is still out there. You need to stay alive in order to sign those divorce papers and file that restraining order against that ex of yours."

You shivered at the thought of the killer coming after you. Even though you were angry at your ex, you wished him well enough to pray for his safety.

The Namhae Strongman is not someone you'd want to mess with.

"Of course, Yeosang. I live down the block from here so it'll be a short walk."

Yeosang grinned excitedly and your heart ached in adoration for the human personification of a Maltese. After Wooyoung locked up the shop, you three headed to your apartment. You talked some more and kept an eye out for any suspicious activity or sign of the killer. Finally, you reached your apartment.

"Thanks for the walk home. Oh and for the tea & cake as well. How much do I owe you by the way?"

"It's on the house."

"No no, Yeosang. It's ok. I seriously need to repay you-"

"Repay me by giving me your number. So you can send updates."

Wow. He was smooth.

You blushed lightly and nodded before exchanging numbers with him. After that, you bid him goodbye and entered your apartment. You sighed dreamily as you closed the door behind you and locked it. You set your keys on the counter and made your way to the kitchen, where your roommate was still awake.

"So... you got a new man now?" He teased you and smirked at your reaction.

"Shut up, Jongho!"

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A couple of days later, you found yourself in Doberman Cafe again. Insomnia was being a bitch to you so you woke up way earlier than Jongho. Sighing to yourself, you threw on a hoodie and walked to the coffee shop before looking for the one person you were majorly simping for.

He just so happened to be standing in front of you with a grin on his face.

"Good morning, lovely."

The pet name gave you butterflies.

Yeosang led you to your seat from Friday night and sat down across from you.

"What will it be today?"

"I'll get a caffe mocha with a soymilk substitute and if possible, a slice of that black cherry cake?"

"Ahh. Now with that cake, it only pairs with tea since it's sweet. Unless you have a giant sweet tooth, I'd recommend some of our breakfast sandwiches. Specifically, a roast beef sandwich with a fried egg all on ciabatta bread that's toasted to perfection."

"Ooh! In this case, I'll have that then. And maybe later, when I leave, can I get an iced americano to go?"

"Sure thing, lovely. It'll be $10 by the way. For your order and that iced americano."

You pulled out a $10 bill and gave it to Yeosang before seeing him walk away and do his magic. While you waited, you received a text from Jones.

Jones: Hey. I'd thought I'd stop by and give you the papers myself. Are you home?

You: No. I'm at the Doberman Cafe. I couldn't sleep anymore so I'd figure I'd stop by here and wake myself up.

Jones: Oh? Ok bet. I heard from my wife that the owner is handsome. Maybe I'll see for myself. ;)

Jones: Can't a man appreciate another man's good looks?

You: And I oop -

You: Don't go simping for the barista now, Jones. You're married and he's actually mine fyi

You: Of course you can. Just don't go full on simp mode. XD

Jones: Like you? XD

You: Fuck you <3

Jones: Ew. No thanks <3

You: Hurry with the fuck ass papers, you dickhead.

Jones: Ok ok! XD

"Is that Jones?" Yeosang asked curiously. You would expect the Maltese to be jealous, but since he overheard your conversation two nights away, he wasn't too worried.

"Yeah. He's coming by here to drop off the divorce papers and the necessary documents to file a restraining order." You clarified to him. "I know I said that he'd fax them to me, but I didn't think he would get them that fast. Hence, why he's coming over to drop them off himself."

Yeosang nodded and set your coffee and meal down before sitting next to you. You thanked him and began to eat. You two made small talk and even introduced Yeosang to Jones when Jones came walking in to deliver the papers. Yeosang grabbed a pen and you happily retrieved it from him before signing the papers. After that, Jones put all of those papers away and bid you goodbye before buying a coffee from Yeosang and going home.

A weight lifted off your shoulders and you felt at ease. Yeosang was feeling the same way, especially since he found you attractive.

Little did he know that you felt the same way.

"Now that it has been done, want to turn this little encounter into a date?"

Yeosang was shocked by your boldness but he eventually nodded eagerly.

"I would love nothing more than that."

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Mingi is so made to be a switch, just look at his face in the last picture like he was anticipating to suck some fingers 😭😭😭😭

He loves subbing 😭😭 that's why i believe hes probaby a sub leaning switch like😭😭 not just sexually either that man needs to be taken care of 🙂‍↕️

[ao3feed-ateez]

A Match Made in Heaven

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SZcEA6q by Velvet_Hwa Seonghwa knew better than anyone what was expected of an omega in high society. Most of all, an omega should never upstage an alpha. After two decades spent in the countryside, recently widowed Duchess Park Seonghwa must return to the kingdom’s capital city with a daunting task: to enter the annual social season and secure a suitable match for his youngest son, Wooyoung. The family’s fortunes seem promising when Wooyoung finds a suitor in a young gentleman called Jongho. If only his father, Viscount Kim Hongjoong wasn’t the most irritating alpha Seonghwa had ever encountered… The Ateez Bridgerton/Omegaverse fic no one asked for Updates: Friday every two weeks Words: 10224, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Jung Wooyoung & Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Bridgerton AU, Historical, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Single Parents, Arranged Marriage, Omega Park Seonghwa, Alpha Kim Hongjoong, Omega Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Alpha Choi San (ATEEZ), Beta Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Alpha Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Beta Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Beta Kang Yeosang, hwa is yunwoo's mother, joong is jonggi's father, Park Seonghwa-centric, Minor Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), minor woojjong but woosan is endgame, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety Attacks, Past Prostitution, so much woohwa, teen mum hwa was a badass, a lot of people running through ballrooms, Fashion Designer Kim Hongjoong read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SZcEA6q

[tinyidle]

I posted 980 times in 2022

That's 669 more posts than 2021!

810 posts created (83%)

170 posts reblogged (17%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tinyidle

@/dailykoreanpop

@/multifanbisexual

I tagged 784 of my posts in 2022

Only 20% of my posts had no tags

#gidle smut - 177 posts

#ateez smut - 123 posts

#kpop smut - 113 posts

#moot moot - 105 posts

#gidle - 105 posts

#ilysm - 82 posts

#twice smut - 77 posts

#ateez - 74 posts

#gidle suggestive - 60 posts

#에이티즈 - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 91 characters

#my probably only time ill ever tag the first ever boy group ive ever stanned here (bts) lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hongjoong heard someone scream thinking it was them barking and

barked

back

man even said he liked that 😭😭

joong if you need a dog-

286 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#4

officehusband! mingi treating his needy pregnant wife

hear me out cuz i had this in my head for a week but it finally wants to fully come out in an imagine format

(nsfw ahead; warning: pregnancy s*x)

you are in the middle of your term with your child, and you look rather big. not fat, but round in your stomach because of the life you're carrying. you usually would be working but are on maternity leave for your mental health, meaning your husband and partner and long-life friend mingi would be taking extra shifts here and there in the office for some extra "baby cash", despite you guys getting a lot from the baby shower.

one day you were in heat that you couldn't fix since your stomach was too big. you waited until mingi came home at 7 (which is rather early since he takes extra shift hours on fridays) to tell him what you need. he confesses that he went home early because of the same thing.

and here you are now. his arm around your stomach which he spooned you from behind, thrusting his lengthy cock at a languid yet sensual pace, frequently alternating between kissing your cheekbone and your shoulder. all while you just moan and take it, feeling sensitive. and when he angles just right and you start feeling stars, you cum on the spot, clenching onto him dangerously. he carefully pulls out before instantly cumming on your inner thigh.

being a gentleman, of course he helps put you and he in a romantic bubble bath, making sure to wash you with care. dries you with a fluffy towel, dresses you in a different pair of maternity pjs while wears an undershirt and some boxers, and lays you down on the bed with a kiss. he'd probably kiss you to sleep while thanking you for being his life long partner and mother to his growing child, all while you smile yourself to sleep.

... im in love with this office look on mingi omg

tag: @rap1inewhore

386 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#3

i want jongho to fuck me so hard i scream and cry but that's impossible and unfair

it only is if you dont ask him before.

imagine this (nsfw ahead; detailed desc themes of bdsm- the dominance, submissiveness, masochism parts; mentions of marking, dacriphyllia, breeding and heavy trust. remember boundaries in anything bdsm and heavy kink-related!)

he never wants to inflict actual pain unless you beg him and show that you trust him. and this will take months to about a year or two of being together.

when he's realized that you won't let up, and that you trust him with your body, jongho'd give you a loving kiss and immediately give you a shared safe word. 'shared' because if he feels like he's hurting you or wants to stop himself he'll blurt it out.

after you nodded in agreement, he would instantly smile and kiss you with more fervor, more roughness. little did you know that this was a mere taste of what was yet to come.

you almost regret your decision tbh. he still gave you chances to rest or stop completely, but each time you insisted on continuing. and with each permissive head motion or vocal hum he'd go harder than before.

before the actual sex happened, your neck, thighs and ass were decorated in medium-dark red marks; not hard to recover from but felt warm to the touch. your cunt was constantly gushing out it's own lubricant after it's had orgasm after orgasm from jongho's skilled lips and tongue, your clit and outer lips feeling slightly sensitive and a small throbbing sting.

finally inside, he goes hard on you. face down, ass up and gripped hard by his huge hands. he pounds into you so hard that tears are forced out of your ducts. you're screaming "jongho! JJONG, FUCK!" before sobbing from your cervix being repeatedly being rammed against.

jongho would pull out of you before turning you around and lifting your legs to your chest; head if you're flexible enough. he feels your legs shaking yet he orders you to hold them while he pushes he still hard length in your now reddened core, yourself somehow clenching unto him although you're visibly tired. apparently your libido isnt.

he doesnt gain a steady rhythm before you cry out in pleasure and pain and slight fatigue. jongho would probably look at your teared-stained cheeks before kissing your entire face and lightly biting your cheeks and nose, a huge contrast from him destroying your lower half.

when he comes inside you, you might as well consider yourself pregnant with how much he unloaded in you. you worked him up so much throughout the past months/two years of dating that all his pent-up sexual frustration emptied inside of you. when he pulls out of you, he acts like his usual caring self, scared of breaking you as you appeared to be in deep subspace.

but you never felt better. yes your core almost felt like it was on fire, leaking your boyfriend's seed; your legs felt nearly numb; and you couldnt stop mumbling and babbling 'daddy' and 'so much'; but once jongho gently lifted you up and gave you a quick, warm bath with him and helped you put on pjs and put on your favorite movie, you slowly got out of your heavy subspace.

"you did so well," jongho praised. he'd rub your shoulders while pulling up your leg and arm sleeves to rub aloe vera on your bruises to ensure that they heal fast. you'd smile and gave him a lazy kiss before falling into a deep sleep.

depending on how high your pain tolerance is you guys might do this type of sex every time you guys get that intimate with each other

389 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

#2

Why do I have this nagging thought that Seonghwa would be into CNC?

I feel he would love the feeling of just taking someone and using them for his pleasure.

You would wear a ring or a necklace to indicate when a scene can occur.

How do you think he would it?

now we're getting somewhere !

i remember saying that i dont mind dabbling into cnc (especially since a lot of writers dont know how or dont want to do it), and now i finally get my chance to write about it

i wrote a mini fic for this but it got deleted because of me closing too many tabs so maybe later ill put this in a something im working on

anywho- (nsfw; warning: rough s*x, consenual non-consensual, implications of heavy trust) [make sure that with anything bdsm or harsh kink-related that you guys know boundaries !!]

he would be so caring when you agreed to his dirty little depravity of a kink. the thought of him using you however he wanted made you want him to take you all the time, soon causing you to wear the necklace he gave you nearly every day. it's only when you looked the most relaxed when he went in front of you and pushed your face to his growing buldge when you realized what he meant by "being his cockslut".

fucking your face until you can barely breathe through your nose, slapping every inch of skin til you had hand streaks all over, fingering you until you pushed his hand away twice.

and when he pushes his fat, hardened length into your abused cunt, you'd scream a voiceless scream; pleasurable pain coursing through your thighs and core. and no way would he stop until he's cum at least twice. that means you cum about five times over and over.

he knows you could've taken off your necklace to indicate that you wanted to simply rest, to breathe out the safe word when it got too much, to dodge his actions before they even started. yet you stayed and took all he had to offer you because you matched his sex drive at the moment.

at the end he'd treat you so well and massage your shaky legs, mouth sucking on your boobs the way you liked, and giving you constant praises of how good you are to him.

omg

439 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Swim!teez Being Cocky During Sex

i had a pm sent to me about the pics i sent about ateez swimming. since im not good at summarizing what they said, ill paraphrase it the best way i can here:

[all of ateez are crazy] omg I feel like this feeds into this I have that they are all a bit cocky (in a hot way), especially during sex and I'd love to hear your thoughts on that

so here i am, going to do just that. leggo~

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tags: @rap1inewhore , @thequarries

WARNING: descriptive smut, based off irl, cockiness (ofc), c*ck lol (penetrative sex), swim!teez (6/8 of the members), fem reader, dom!ateez, sub!reader, fiction ofc

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seonghwa - cocky tease

my boy before sending these swim pics said he wore a swim shirt, but after he sent them said he was teasing atiny. this to me confirms that hwa is just like that in the sheets. holding your hips down as his long-ass tongue swirls around your breasts and inner thighs, refusing to touch you where you need him until he sees that you're on the verge of tears. same thing when he fucks your breasts and thighs, tapping his head on your clit while leaving you squirming. but once his tongue or cock enters your cavern, prepare to be shuddering from the immense amount of pleasure as he takes you to cloud nine about nine times.

yunho - cockiness that is small yet powerful

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724 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

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wedding bells - friday

pairing: best friend!mingi x fem!reader

word count: 1443

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If any of you want to be added to the taglist just send me a message <3 A/N It's here! I've rewritten it! Still in the process of rewriting the remaining chapters tho 😢 Also, I am literally soooo sick right now. I don't think I've felt like this since I was 10 😭

“Mingi. Your phone.” 

I rolled away from Mingi and buried my face into the pillow. 

I heard shuffling from beside me, followed by silence. 

“What? - Yeah, she’s here. - Why? - Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her.” 

I felt Mingi put his arm around me, pulling me back into him. 

“Who was it?” 

“Minho. They were wondering where you were. Apparently, Laura needs you to be her maid of honour.” 

Whatever sleepiness I felt flew straight out of the window when I heard that. Propping my chin on Mingi’s chest, I looked at him in shock. 

“What?” 

“Her maid of honour had to fly back home because of a family emergency. She needs you down in half an hour.” 

Dropping my head back down, I let out a whine. 

“I wanna sleep. Still tired.” 

I could feel Mingi’s chest rumble as he chuckled before he nudged my head with his nose. 

“I know, love, but we’ve got to get up. Minho needs me for best man duties today as well.” 

Throwing my arm around his waist, I buried my face in the crook of his neck. 

“Don’t wanna move.” 

We were both lying there peacefully until we heard someone opening and closing our door, followed by the bed dipping beside me. 

“Why did your cousin just invite me to their wedding?” 

Turning around, we were met with Hongjoong lying on his side, propping his head up on his arm as he looked at us. 

Raising a brow at him, “Good morning to you too. Now, do you mind?” 

“Not really.” 

The words he said, paired with the cheeky grin on his face, sent me into a fit of laughter. 

“Joong, c’mon, what if one of us was naked or something?” 

“It’s not something I’ve never seen before, so I don’t really care. Now back to the point, why has Minho invited me to the wedding?” 

Mingi sat up, stretching a bit, “They’ve got an extra seat because Y/N’s now the maid of honour, so they probably thought, because you’re here, they’d just invite you.” 

Crawling over Mingi, I got out of bed to get ready. 

“You two carry on talking while I go and get ready to meet Laura.” 

Making my way to the bathroom, I could hear the two discussing about a track they were working on for a project. 

“Okay. We might have a slight problem.” 

That was the first thing I heard when I walked into the bridal suite. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have packed a navy-coloured dress before you came, would you? If not, we’re going to have to drive into town to buy you a dress.” 

I paused for a second, trying to remember if I had. 

“Umm, give me a second. Let me text Mingi.” 

Putting down my phone, I took a seat next to Laura on the sofa. 

“Mingi’s going to bring it over to show you.” 

I could see the tension go from Laura’s shoulders as she let out a relieved sigh. 

“Oh, thank god, it probably would’ve taken us ages to find a dress for you.” 

“Hmm, hun, why am I your maid of honour? You’ve known me a total of like, 6 days. And I’m not saying I don’t want to, but ya know.” 

“Well, we’ve spent so much time together, and you’ve done so much for us, so I thought you’d make a good maid of honour. Plus, it was either you or Elle who, even though is family, I don’t want her as my maid of honour. I’m sure neither do you or Mingi because Mingi’s going to have to walk down with her.” 

Grimacing, I shook my head, “Yeah, no.” 

“Yeah, no, what?” 

Looking up, we saw Mingi walk in with the dress hanging from his arm. 

“Oh, yeah, here’s the dress.” 

Laura held up the dress with a bright smile, “Oh, this is perfect! The shade is actually exactly the same as the other ones!” 

I smiled as I watched her place the dress next to the bride’s maid dresses. The shade was indeed the same. 

Feeling arms wrap around my waist, I tilted my neck to the side, feeling Mingi brush his nose against the side of it. 

“What are you doing?” 

I let out a small chuckle, putting my hand over his. 

“Nothing. Just happy I get to hold you like this.” 

He placed a small kiss under my ear, when we heard someone clear their throats. 

Looking up, I saw Laura looking at us with an eyebrow arched. 

“You two seem extra lovey today. What actually happened last night?” 

Feeling Mingi tightened his arms around me, I get his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“We talked some, actually, a lot of things out last night. And I’m glad we did.” 

Turning around, I gave him a peck before walking out of his hold. 

“Now go, you’ve got best man duties.” 

Turning back around, I sat back down onto the sofa, Laura plopping down soon after. 

“How’re you feeling about the wedding tomorrow?” 

“Nervous. Excited. Literally every emotion known is flowing through me right now. I can’t believe I’m actually getting married!” 

Laughing, I put an arm around her shoulder. 

“I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now. God, I don’t even think I can imagine getting married myself.” 

“Ya know? I wasn’t kidding about you and Mingi getting married. I really do believe he’ll ask you to marry him. He really does love you.” 

With a soft smile, I looked at her. 

“Yeah? Well, I love him too.” 

“Have you told him that?” 

“Yeah. Last night, after many, many tears.” 

Nudging her shoulder, “You wanna know something? I caught feelings for Mingi about 6 months after we met. He was seeing someone at the time and I would help him plan his dates. I did that up until he asked me out.” 

Laura gaped at me before letting out a laugh in disbelief. 

“You helped the guy you LIKED plan his dates?! What?” 

I chuckled at how absurd it sounded but nodded anyway. 

“Yeah. I was like, as long as he’s happy then it’s fine. And after he confessed to me, I was like ‘what’ followed by ‘then why the hell have I been planning your dates with other girls’. His response to this was ‘because I thought you liked someone else’.” 

We both laughed at this.  

“Oh my god. I can’t!” 

We carried on sharing some funny stories, laughing so hard at some that we had tears rolling down our faces. 

With both of us more relaxed, we finally started to go over the details for the wedding. 

It was about 10 in the evening when Laura and I finished going over everything for tomorrow. This included meeting the bride's maids, who I have now become friends with because they are literally some of the best girls I’ve ever met. 

Walking into the room, I let out a tired sigh, “I’m back.” 

Mingi got up from where he was perched on the armchair and guided me further into the room. 

“You been busy? I haven’t seen you all day.” 

Hugging Mingi around the waist, I buried my face into his shoulder. 

“We had to go through everything I had to do at the wedding tomorrow. There’s literally so much. God. I don’t think I want to get married anymore.” 

I could hear Mingi choke from above me. Pulling away, I looked at him, arching a brow. 

“What? You plan on marrying me?” 

Mingi looked away from me and I could see his neck and ear becoming increasingly redder as the seconds ticked by. 

Letting out a small laugh, I turned his head back towards me. 

“I’m just kidding, love. We’ll just see where the future takes us.” 

Getting up on my toes, I pressed a kiss against Mingi’s lips. 

“I’m going to clean up. The day has completely drained me.” 

Pulling Mingi in for one more kiss, I let go and made my way towards the bathroom. 

After taking a quick shower, I walked out and saw Mingi sat against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. 

Sliding under the duvet, I wrapped an arm around Mingi’s waist and laid my head on his chest. 

“Have you set an alarm for tomorrow? We have to be up by 5.” 

I watched as Mingi set the alarm before placing the phone on the nightstand to charge. 

Turning the lights off, I snuggled into Mingi’s side. 

“Goodnight Mingi.” 

Pressing a kiss into my hairline, “Goodnight, pretty.” 

Closing my eyes, my mind drifted to Laura’s comment about Mingi and I this morning. 

Maybe we will. 

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word count: 2.2k warnings: explicit language, gun use, death, mentions of alcohol summary: a feisty baby for a feisty scorpio a/n: I started writing this so loyal to mafia!ateez but now that I’ve watched kingdom, I’ve changed my mind - I wanna be a pirate hoe.

“You forgot your toothbrush.” You said, sat by the desk, arms crossed. “Good thing I didn’t finish unpacking right, you can take your shit just the way it came in the boxes, hmm?” You didn’t get angry very often due to the pure fact that your expectations for your boyfriend were so low at this point. The way that your words, let alone your face, held no emotion terrified the boy. He shuffled around your apartment, gathering his things with eyes to the ground in guilt.

“Can you hurry up? I have places to be.” You said, fingers massaging your temple.

Stopping in his tracks, the boy turned to you with pleading eyes for the nth time today, “Baby, I’m so sorry, please, I didn’t mean to hurt you like tha-”

“I’m sorry, what? You disrespected me, not hurt me, there’s a difference-”

“Why are you doing this to me? You know I love you.” He pleaded.

“Is that a serious question right now? You cheated with my assistant in your first week as intern at my firm, then tried and miserably failed to gaslight and manipulate me into believing your lies which I find pretty bold considering that I’m literally a lawyer. I respect the attempt though.”

“Baby, it was an acci-”

“No, shut up, I’m not done speaking. And you did this while I bought out this apartment for you because I felt bad for your sorry ass having to live with your dumb friends. I had to spoon feed you through law school and now through life too? You should be grateful that I’m letting you leave with all your things considering I bought them all too.”

He stood there with his hands gathered, staring back at the floor again.

“What. You got nothing to say? I thought so. You gonna leave now or what?” You questioned. He took his boxes, feet dragging across the floor to the door. You rolled your eyes as you closed the door on him. Before needing to look for a new intern and a new assistant, you needed a drink more than anything.

-

It was a regular Friday evening at the bar for Hongjoong and the boys. In celebration of Ateez’s successful expansion of their ‘business ventures’, Hongjoong had decided to spend the rest of the day at their usual spot. Despite having been set up for the sole purpose of laundering their dirty money, Bar 1117 was doing ironically well. Due to the nightlife business booming, Hongjoong had gained another alibi to keep him under the radar and he couldn’t be more comfortable with where his life was at.

“No, I reckon it’s Yeosang” San said, bringing the glass of whisky to his lips.

“I back that, he’s not got the emotional capacity for it.” Woo agreed, laughing.

“Yeah, just because I don’t take any of your shit doesn’t mean I’ll do the same to my wife. I bet Mingi. He’s definitely getting married last.” Yeo rebutted.

“What wh-”

Before Mingi could finish, Seonghwa cut through, “Considering our line of work, no one’s gonna be getting married any time soon. Right Joong?”

Turning to the leader of the boys, Seonghwa saw that Hongjoong had his head turned away from the conversation, eyes scanning up and down a figure at the bar. Hongjoong was never a man to be distracted by anything or anyone, always focused on his business so it was a rare occurrence for him to be looking so intently at a person. The boys catching onto this, they followed his gaze to a man sat so close to the lucky person’s face, his facial expressions showing his desperation for a way to break down their walls.

“This might be interesting…” Wooyoung smirked.

-

“I genuinely couldn’t care less.” You said, head cocked to the side in your hand, staring dead straight into the man’s eyes. However, the man had no intention of ever stopping his speech as he sat next to you at the bar.

“Come on, you really don’t know my father? He was in today’s paper?” He carried on as you zoned out of the conversation and occasionally cringed at the man’s stale breath, wondering how many more men were going to be responsible for the deepening wrinkles between your brows. As you took a sip from your drink, you locked eyes with a blonde-haired man across the room. His features were delicate yet sharp like the thorn of a rose, or a shard of glass, eyes twinkling with mischief. He raised his glass at you and smirked, amused by the situation that you were in.

“Listen here, bitch-” The man grabbed your wrist, forcing your attention back to him, “You’re gonna take the drinks I buy you, listen when I speak and sit pretty like a woman is supposed to.” He spat.

“Grrrr, scary.” You crudely imitated the growl in the man’s voice, still uninterested, “What a man your mother raised. I bet she’s proud, hmm?”

Anger radiating from the man’s body, he grabbed the glass out of your hand and threw it at the wall behind you, missing your face by inches.

“Oh, so now you’re going to scare me into sleeping with you? You need to brush up on some people skills.” You laughed, throwing you head back. You only composed yourself to grab the man’s collar, causing him to stumble off his stool. “You want to throw another glass at me? Try it.”

You hadn’t noticed the blonde-haired man stroll up to your table seeing that you were so caught up in the situation.

“Hi, I’m Hongjoong. How’s your night going? Anything I can help you with?” He asked, rubbing his hands together, surprisingly composed despite the mess. You let go of the man as the name triggered something in your head, remembering it being mentioned a few times behind closed-door meetings with your father.

“Are all the whores around here like this? I came here for some fun and this is how I’m treated? Fuck this place and every one of you here.” The man started at Hongjoong. You sat there, curling your fists ready to punch the man this time but Hongjoong noticed and interjected.

He placed his hands on the ledge of the table, leaning forward to obstruct the space between you and the man. As he did, you noticed the glimpse of a gun hanging from inside his fitted jacket, the slick shine of the metal winking at you in the light.

“I’d rather die than come to this shithole again.” The man carried on and you noticed the mischievous glint that was once in Hongjoong’s eyes finally fade to black.

“Oh, sure thing, I don’t think I want to see you here again anyway.” Hongjoong muttered and what happened in the next few seconds flew by so fast it barely registered in your brain.

The blonde-haired man reached into his jacket to pull the handgun out and shoot the man clean between the brows. At the same time, you pointed the small pistol you always kept concealed on your body at Hongjoong in reflex, having been taught to react to the sound of gunmetal in this way since you were a child.

Once you realised that the bullet wasn’t intended for you, you sensed seven pairs of eyes trained on you. Out of the corner of your vision, you saw that the boys once sat at Hongjoong’s table were all stood up, half of their guns out pointed to the man, and the other half at you, the next possible threat to their leader.

It was then that you realised that this man was the leader of Ateez, Seoul’s biggest underground organization responsible for the running of the city. It may have been politicians and businessmen in the spotlight, but behind the curtains, it was Ateez pulling at their puppet strings.

“Easy with that, angel.” Hongjoong turned to you smiling and raised a hand at the boys to lower their weapons. He continued chuckling, “I felt like you might have an attitude, but I didn’t expect this from you.”

As if it were a regular occurrence, two barmen came round to dispose of the body and your eyes followed, gun still pointing at the blonde man. Using the tip of his fingers, he gently lowered your gun to point at the floor.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said, “I know some people that can sort that out.”

“Yeah those people are my paralegals paying off police in their missing persons hunts and forging their death certificates.”

Everything had fallen into place for you in that brief encounter. You knew that your father and his firm were involved in some dark business, but you never questioned it. Respecting your father’s wishes in telling you that keeping you in the dark was keeping you safe, you let it go.

However, it was only a few years ago that he had begun to tell you about his private dealings as consigliere to the organisation Ateez. That recently, his age-old friend had stepped down as mob boss and handed everything down to his son. Chuckling at how much he saw the image of his friend in the young blood, he mentioned that you would be in a similar position, that you too would be handed the law firm and become consigliere by tradition.

You had always expected to take up this mantle since you were young, as you figured that the men coming to your house for private meetings while you played in the garden did not treat you with unparalleled respect for no reason. You just didn’t realise that it would mean for you to be so heavily tied with the illicit world of the mafia then.

From then on, you trained close by your father’s side, learning the ins and outs of the world of jurisdiction, though you were never exposed directly to the ongoings with the mafia as your father had said, “the time will come when it needs to.”

“Then I guess today is the day.” You whispered to yourself smiling, you held your hand out to Hongjoong. “I’m Y/N L/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my father has always spoken very highly of you.”

Confused at first, a spark was ignited in Hongjoong as the shine returned to his eyes, and the amused smirk to his lips, your name triggering something in him. Realising that you were the daughter to one of the men he most respected in his life, he took your hand and brought it to his face to kiss gently, “And it’s a pleasure to meet you too, I’ve heard a great deal about you as well, but who knew my future right-hand man would be so hot.” He said as he flashed a sly smile.

The more he observed, the flames within Hongjoong only grew as he could sense the fire in you too. The most beautiful person he had ever set eyes on was to be his consigliere? Couldn’t be any more perfect. He wondered what more you could achieve together and pictured only pure wildfire.

“You better watch your mouth Mr. Kim, unless you want to start a war between the family before I even take up my position.”

“Of course, I have nothing but respect for you and your father. I was told that I wouldn’t be meeting you until he was to step down from his position, but I guess my lucky stars have aligned perfectly tonight.”

“Also, I’m more than capable of dealing with these things myself, there was no need for you to play knight in shining armour.”

“Sure, holed up in your guarded palace of a law firm, you’ve never had experience in the real world. Things are different here and what happened at this bar is just the cusp of it, princess.” He rebutted voice dripping honey, flirting his way through the conversation.

“But who is it advising your every action and saving your asses in the courtrooms, hmm?”

You and Hongjoong continued to jab at each other while the boys sat back in disbelief at the situation. Common people would have run the other way as soon as a gun was shot in their vicinity. So for you to have pulled one out in retaliation and furthering that, started arguing with their Captain, it was a sight to see.

“Bets on who’s going to win this one?” Yunho broke the silence.

“I’m betting tonight’s drinks on the lady.” Mingi said, throwing his black card onto the table.

“Me too, Hongjoong hyung looks too smitten for pride games right now.” Jongho agreed.

“Looks like we’ve got our first to tie the knot then.” San chuckled, nudging at Wooyoung who replied, “Hmmm, she doesn’t look like the typical housewife type though.” Analysing the unmatched confidence exuding from your body language.

Soon after, Hongjoong led you to the table of boys, pulling a chair out for you.

“Guys, this is Y/N L/N, future consigliere to Ateez, and not to mention, my future wife.” He smirked, eyes glowing.

“Carry on and I’ll be future Captain by regicide, Hongjoong,” you shot him a glare as you took your seat, “considering our fateful encounter, it looks like I’ll be seeing you more often with my father now, I hope we can get along.”

You poured yourself a glass of whisky and smiled while Hongjoong could already sense the eventful days ahead with none other than you by his side. -

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illusion — k.hj x reader

pairing: hongjoong x reader

wc: 1k

notes: this is a stupid mess, sorry. uni!au. soccerplayer!hj. soccerplayer!reader. highly suggestive dialogue.

synopsis: "gross, joong! it’s hot and sticky, and it’s all over my hair!”

“stop complaining, and stand still, will you?” hongjoong mused in annoyance.

in the other room, yunho and mingi cease their silent studying session to peer at each other in an uncomfortable silence.

“please tell me i heard wrong, mingi.”

Muffled moans bounced off the walls of the apartment, clipped yelps occasionally interjecting the breathy sounds. Quirking a brow, Yunho peered over from his spot on the bed, laptop in his lap, to the male sitting across from him in the gaming chair.

The red-haired male's head bopped gently with the music blasting from his large headphones as he typed away at his own laptop. Pulling one side of his headphones away from his head, Yunho stilled to inspect the source of the noise. Another moan rung out, and his head snapped up to the closed door suspiciously, eyes practically bulging from their sockets.

"Mingi," he whisper-yelled to the oblivious red-head, the tips of his ears flushing red. Did the other two not realize he was home? He hastily swung his sock-clad feet onto the floorboards, laptop thrown to the side of his bed as he scrambled up. He underestimated the strained position he's been sitting in for the past hour, and his large frame collapsed onto the floor, both legs asleep and good as dead-weight.

The vibration of the thud caught Mingi's attention, and he turned his head back to give a the squirming Yunho a quizzical look. Peeling his headphones off his head, Mingi swiveled his chair, essay forgotten and stood to stretch his limbs, spine popping about three times.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

Yunho opened his mouth to reply when another groan interrupted him.

"Stand still, will you?" Hongjoong muffled voice mused in annoyance.

"No! This is gross, Joong! It's hot and sticky, and it's all over my hair," a broken whine left your mouth, "I should've never agreed to this."

In the other room, Yunho and Mingi cease their silent studying session to peer at each other in an uncomfortable silence. Mingi's jaw is slack, threatening to snap at any second as he eyes his blonde friend, arms awkwardly hanging in the air. Yunho's face contorts into a grimace either from the conversation in the other room or because of the painful pin and needles sensation shooting through his legs.

"Stop complaining," they heard Hongjoong growl, "You're the one who demanded to put my fingers to good use!"

"Yeah, but it fucking hurts!"

"You're just too tense. Loosen up a little and it'll feel good, I promise."

Mingi's face pales considerably.

"Please tell me I heard wrong.."

A broken moan startled the two men, and Mingi pulled Yunho up by the collar of his sweatshirt, hands jostling his frame rapidly, "We can't let him take advantage of Y/N like that, Yunho!"

Before Yunho could pipe out a reply, the red-head is scrambling to the door, hand practically ripping the doorknob out of the frame as he swung it harshly, footsteps booming as he marched into the living room threateningly.

"Kim Hongjoong, you disgusting pig! I didn't take you for a—" Mingi spluttered at the sight in front of him, confusion taking over his features as the words died in his mouth. Two pairs of eyes stared back in confusion. His mouth hung open, closing twice, before falling ajar once again, "I— I didn't.. uhm. I thought— forget it. What are you doing?"

You shared a look of bewilderment with Hongjoong before shifting your gaze to the stunned red-head.

"What are you shouting for?" You mumble, face scrunching up in a grimace as Hongjoong worked more of the hot cream onto your neck and shoulder, his other hand tugging your shirt just enough to expose your upper arm.

"You thought what? And why am I a disgusting pig?" Hongjoong asked curiously, brows furrowed as he dug his thumb onto the knots on your neck, "Y/N, I don't think coach will let you play this Friday with a sprained shoulder."

"Bullshit. He won't know it's this bad. You'll vouch for me though, right," you asked angrily, earning you a miffed laugh from the male above.

"Nice try," he mused, "As if I'll let you play when I know you're injured."

"Bastard."

"I love you too."

Mingi stood tall and awkward in the middle of your shared living space, averting his gaze as a red-hot blush of shame overwhelmed his features. A hand reached up to rub the back of his neck, the male embarrassed by his naive ignorance.

Yunho, finally having enough circulation in his legs, stepped out of the room to see what exactly had Mingi shutting up that quickly. The sight of you sprawled belly down onto the couch with Hongjoong rubbing menthol muscle ointment onto your neck and shoulder has him mentally face-palming.

The two of you were still in your blue soccer uniforms, grass stains marking the '81' and '17' on your shirts. Your dirty soccer cleats were thrown messily by the front door, specks of dirt and grass littering the floor.

"Mingi, instead of staring at me like an open-mouthed goldfish, why don't you hand me the muscle patch on the table?" Hongjoong eyed the taller, his eyes then flickering over to Yunho, "What? Why are you two acting so strange?"

"N-nothing." Yunho let out a dry laugh before clearing his throat as he watched Mingi peel open the muscle pain patch for Hongjoong, who carefully stuck it onto your sore muscles, "We— we, uh... Mingi and I just wanted to let you know that.. Mingi! What was it again?"

The mentioned male startled at the sudden question, shoulders tensing as he mentally scrambled to find a rational explanation, "Yes! We— We're going out to eat!"

Yunho merely gave him an unamused glance, the corners of his lips threatening to quirk up, "And we're going to visit the library to finish our project there."

"Okay.." Hongjoong drawled out slowly, confused eyes flickering from the blonde and the red-head. The blue-haired man helped you sit up, adjusting the pillows behind your back whilst periodically taking brief glances at the two tall males scrambling out of the door with a hasty goodbye, "See you la—"

A moment of silence passes.

"What was that all about?"

"Beats me," Hongjoong answered, suddenly pausing to gaze at the door in deep thought whilst rubbing a patch of skin on your inner thigh. You have a gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach on what his next words will be, "Since those two are going to be gone for a while, do you-"

His words die in his throat as you slot your lips over his own, arms pulling him down atop of your frame for a searing kiss, ignorant to the throbbing pain in your shoulder.

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When stress, jealousy, and fears boil over, it doesn’t matter if it’s the right time or place...

Pairing Yunho, Mingi, unnamed fem character, established poly relationship

Content warnings: A little bit of angst to start with, carrying over from unresolved issues from the last section. Oral sex (fem receiving), slight hair pulling, possessiveness, unprotected sex, slightly rough, marking, multiple orgasms, over stimulation.

The whole week had been strained, and it was going to drive the boys crazy. She had been standoffish since the incident on Friday, and at first they could write it off to how busy they had all been. They all had tests this week in more than one of their classes, so the fact that she was studying more, well, it wasn’t unexpected. But by the time she stayed at the library until it closed for the third night in a row, they suspected she was trying to avoid spending as much time with them.

She came home every night, slipping into their shared bed after a shower. It had become a sort of habit for her to take the middle of the bed, letting both the boys take a side each, letting them stretch out both across her and into the spaces her smaller form left at the foot of the bed. But the few times that she slipped off to bed before them, she instead slid herself off to one side, quickly trying to go to sleep before the boys could join her. 

When Yunho finally brought it up that Thursday while they had a quick breakfast before heading to their classes, she waved it off, saying that she was just tired this week and he was just reading too much into it.

“I’m not sure I am going to make it to lunch today though,” she said, taking the last bite of her bagel before pushing away from the table. “I have my last test tomorrow and I still have things I need to study for it.”

“You can take a little break and eat something with us,” Yunho sighed.

“I really have to study,” she sighed, gathering her stuff near the door. “Things will get better soon, though, I promise.” She walked back to the boys, giving them kisses on their cheeks before rushing out the door.

“She’s avoiding us isn’t she,” Mingi asked the other boy glumly.

“Yeah,” Yunho sighed. “I think she might be mad at us but…”

“But what did we do?” Mingi asked, a worried frown knitting his forehead.

“It’s my fault,” Yunho shook his head, taking his dishes to the sink. “This all started with what happened with Hong Joong.”

“But it turned out okay,” Mingi insisted. “Hong Joong seems okay and he hasn’t said anything. He’s nice and he hasn’t been treating us weird or anything.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I guess she is just trying to push us about just being friends in public. We never did really decide on that whole thing.”

“She is sort of deciding for us,” Mingi agreed. “But it was just going to be outside and,” he paused. “I miss having time with all of us.”

“Me, too,” Yunho pulled the other boy into a hug, holding him for a moment before they parted and prepared to leave.

Saturday came quickly with the hustle and bustle that filled the week. Everyone picked up their costumes when they had a spare moment. Yunho and Mingi would be puppies and she would be a kitty. The costumes were simple, but it was what they had available and they had all liked the inside joke of being different but the same. We’re all animals in the end, right?

Yunho had gotten a golden retriever onesie, Mingi a black and white husky, and she had chosen a calico cat one. They all looked adorable, they decided, getting the first real smile they could remember out of her that week as they dressed. They headed off together to Whitby Residence at a little after six, when Hong Joong had said the party was going to start. They made their way to north campus, passing others dressed for the holiday and ready to party.

They came to the front door of the large house, giving it a hard knock to ensure the sound would rise above the chatter and music they could already hear, even from outside. The door opened to reveal a happy and smiling Hong Joong who greeted all of them with enthusiastic hellos and warm hugs. He brought them inside and took them to the large shared living room, already half filled with the guests and residents of the house. He introduced them to a few people, all of whom waved and greeted the newcomers warmly before going back to what they were talking about when they had arrived.

Yunho and Mingi moved to take seats on the empty space on the couch, leaving room between them for her to sit, but, to their disappointment, she instead chose to take the old wooden dining chair stuffed near the end of the couch. It had been placed there to add seating and make sure there would be enough for everyone they expected to come eventually. The boys shared a glance and scooted closer to each other, closing the space, so they wouldn’t take up more of the couch than needed.

One of the residents joined them, making small talk as new people came and music played. It was still early and the party was just getting started. She was a pre-veterinary student who loved animals more than anything; one reason she had come to compliment their adorable costumes. Her name was Anne, but insisted on being called Annie, and was so happy to have someone to gush over how smart and amazing animals are.

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here!” The voice came from a guy who was making his way into the living room from the bedroom areas upstairs.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were staying here,” She said, standing to greet him with a brief hug. Both boys’ eyes snapped to look at her, hoping to know who he was and why she knew him.

“How do you think the test went yesterday?” He asked, sitting on the end of the coffee table near her.

“Oh, pretty well I guess,” she laughed and shrugged.

“It better have, the number of hours we spent in the library studying,” he teased. “And I think I did okay too, but I’ll wait to see what grade I get before declaring myself a success story.”

“That’s probably smart,” she agreed. “Don’t count your chickens and all.”

“Anyway, how did you come to be here?” He asked, putting a hand on her arm as he asked, sending alarm bells through Mingi and Yunho.

“I came with my roommates,” she gestured to the two boys, removing her arm from his touch as she did. “Hong Joong is in chemistry with Yunho so they’ve been studying together a lot.”

“Okay, that explains the costumes,” he laughed. “It’s really cute that you all dressed up together.” He turned towards the two boys, extending his hand to Yunho first, who was sitting nearest to her on the end of the couch. “I’m Joshua.”

“Yunho,” he said, taking the offered hand and shaking it.

“Mingi,” the other said in turn as Joshua then gave him his hand.

“Nice to meet you both,” He said with a smile. “So how did you all meet? In the dorms or…?”

“No, we've been friends since high school,” she shook her head. “But we all decided to go to the same school so we got a place together off campus.”

“Nice, nice,” Joshua complimented. “That is really cool. So you all are just friends…” he fished, pausing just long enough for anyone to object before continuing, “That’s great. Did you want a tour? I can take you to get something to drink if you want.” The invitation was clearly only for her. She looked to the boys and gave them a what’s the harm sort of shrug before standing up with a nod. The boys stared after her, not sure if they had the right to object, but they certainly didn’t feel right about it either way.

“Don’t worry,” Annie said next to them with a comforting smile. “Josh is super nice.”

“I’m sure,” Yunho said, keeping his eyes on the pair as he took her around the room as they slowly headed towards the kitchen.

“She’s like your sister, isn’t she?” Annie asked, giving Mingi a playful tap with her elbow.

“What do you mean?” Mingi asked, giving her a lost, blank look.

“You both seem really protective of her,” she explained with an understanding smile. “She’s like your sister and you want to protect her, but don’t worry. Josh is nice. He’s actually been talking about her a lot this week. She’s apparently really smart and really good with the material from the philosophy class they are both taking.”

“They’ve been studying for that together a lot, huh?” Yunho asked, hoping they would come out of the kitchen soon.

“Yeah,” Annie nodded. “He was out at the library like most of the nights this week. The material must be really hard, he doesn’t usually have to study this hard to get good grades. I am sure he is really grateful for her help.”

“Our girl is really smart,” Yunho commented, a knot of doubt forming in his stomach. Hong Joong came bounding down the stairs, another guy following closely behind, laughing at something the other had said just before they appeared. Hong Joong spotted the two boys sitting on the couch and headed their direction.

“Hey I wanted you guys to meet my roommate,” Hong Joong took the seat that she had vacated and the other boy, a tall statuesque blond with the body of a model, stood beside him, his hand resting on the back of the chair. “This is Seonghwa. Seonghwa, this is Yunho and Mingi. I think you guys have a lot in common. Yunho is who I’ve been helping with chemistry this week.”

“Oh,” Seonghwa nodded, from his tone, it was obvious that the subject had come up over the past week more than once. “Well nice to meet you. Hong Joong has said so many nice things about you.”

“Has he?” Yunho blushed, wondering what Hong Joong could possibly have said about him.

On the other side of the room they heard her laugh as she and Joshua reemerged from the kitchen, drinks in hand. Much to both Mingi and Yunho’s dismay, they headed upstairs together, rather than rejoining them.

“Oh, do you guys know Josh, too?” Hong Joong asked, following their gaze as he disappeared up the stairs with her. 

“That is his study buddy this week,” Annie filled in for them.

“Ahhhh,” both Hong Joong and Seonghwa responded, the information obviously filling in something for them.

“What?” Mingi finally asked everyone else, wanting to be let in.

“Oh he’s just been having a lot of fun studying with her,” Hong Joong waved the question away with a smile. “Apparently it’s his favorite class now. He’s had nothing but glowing praise for her this whole week.”

“He thought he was going to hate that class,” Seonghwa laughed, sending a look to Hong Joong. “And, pardon me if it's rude to say, but he probably had good reason to. It is the second time he has had to do that class since he failed it the first time. That is what happens when you don’t bother to do the homework or study because you hate the material.”

“Ouch, but true,” Annie tipped her nearly empty glass at her two housemates.

“Anyway, she seems to have gotten him to be interested in the class, so he probably owes her a lot for getting him half way through one of the required courses he needs for next year,” Seonghwa complimented them with a smile. Mingi and Yunho smiled back, even as they shifted uncomfortably in their seats, wishing they could go upstairs to check on her and her new friend.

Another knock on the door had Hong Joong bounding towards it, happy to let in the new guest who was just arriving. He opened the door, greeting whoever it was with a happy yelp. He came back in, arm around the waist of another tall and beautiful man whose face lit up when he saw Seonghwa. Seonghwa, for his part grinned, getting up to give the newcomer a hug and a long, loving kiss on the lips in greeting. Mingi stared, surprised to see the two greet each other in such an open and shameless manner in front of so many people. Beside them Annie cooed, declaring them to be the cutest couple ever as Hong Joong stepped back, taking the wooden seat again, flashing a grin to Yunho and Mingi.

Ah, this is why he wanted them to come and meet some of his friends, they had a lot in common, he had been sure. Yunho looked at Mingi whose jaw was still slightly ajar in surprise. He elbowed him to bring him back to his senses, briefly patting his thigh reassuringly. See, Yunho’s expression said, not everyone thinks that way. Mingi gave him a chagrined smile, scooting just a little closer to him. They almost didn’t notice when she came back down stairs, a new book under her arm, with Joshua behind her. They were chatting and smiling as they walked over and Yunho desperately wanted to get up and move between them but held back. 

Then, he did it; a few feet before they moved into the circle of the group Joshua put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to his side. She looked up, her eyes widening before she pulled away from him with an apologetic smile. Mingi stiffened half a second before standing up and asking Hong Joong, “Where is the bathroom?”

“Uh, upstairs,” he answered, his gaze traveling between Mingi and Yunho as he answered. Yunho’s mouth had narrowed into a tight line as Mingi stomped off, grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs before anyone could get out any words of protest. Excusing himself, Yunho stood up and calmly followed them upstairs.

Everyone watched him disappear up the stairs before turning to look at Hong Joong and Joshua, silently asking them for answers. Josh looked as baffled as the rest of them and Hong Joong only managed a shrug and, a muttered, They have a complicated relationship, I think.

Mingi pulled her into the bathroom before closing the door behind him with a little more force than intended. The slam rang through the small room followed by a pregnant silence filled by Mingi’s panting breath.

“Mingi I’m sorry--” was all she managed to get out before a knock rang out at the door.

“It’s me,” said Yunho quietly. “Let me in.” Mingi opened the door, letting him into the small space before pulling Yunho against it, using their combined bodyweight to close the door as he kissed his lips with a quick, hungry desperation. Yunho’s fingers went to the key in the door, locking it securely before putting his hands on Mingi’s waist, holding him against himself.

Mingi pulled back and turned on her. With a quick move, he lifted her off her feet, bringing her legs around his hips as he leaned in to kiss her with all the frustration that had been building in him over the last week. All of his feelings were finally coming out. The pain, confusion, the frustration that had been filling him, drop by drop with every late night she studied, and every time Yunho sat across from him at their lunches and not beside him, and every morning she rushed out with barely a goodbye, and every evening Yunho could only meet him with a sad half smile as they ate dinner without her.

 “Are you mad at me?” He asked, pulling his lips away, but letting his forehead rest against hers as he spoke.

“No, no,” she shook her head, speaking barely above a whisper.

“Then why are you punishing me,” Mingi’s voice broke as he asked, barely able to squeeze out the words.

“I’m not--” she started, cutting herself off as she had to admit, intended or not, she had been. “I just needed a little time. I’ve been busy and I needed to think about things.”

“What did you need to think about,” Yunho asked, still leaning against the bathroom door. “What did you need to think about that kept you out until the library kicked you out? What did you need to think about that made you turn away when you were going to sleep? What could possibly--” He stopped, squeezing his eyes closed to hold back the prickling threat of tears.

“I needed to think about if I was good for either of you,” she turned away from both of them as much as she could, still being held in Mingi’s arms as he stood near the sink. “If I was just a crutch that you used to justify being together...Maybe you don’t really need me but you’re both just...used to me being around.”

The room went silent. She held her breath, finally having let her deepest fear slither out of her mouth. When neither of them said anything, she pushed at Mingi’s shoulders, trying to get out of his grip so she could leave. Feeling that her worst fears were being confirmed.

“Let me go,” she pushed harder, panic welling in her chest.

“No,” Mingi said finally, one arm moving around her back to pull her against him.

“Let me down,” she sniffled, though her hands grabbed the fabric of his costume, holding it tightly as she said it. Yunho stepped forward, hugging her between them as his long arms encircled them both.

Neither of the boys had expected that from her. Though neither of them had said it, both had feared that she had gotten tired of them. That they had become too much trouble to be with. The secrets, the insecurities that too often arose whenever it wasn’t just the three of them at home, maybe it was all too much. Moving in together was supposed to make it easier, but it had just brought a new host of issues with it. But it had seemed like it never even phased her. She was always strong, always the first one to say that they would find a way to work it out.

“I’m so sorry,” Yunho breathed into her hair, tucking his head in on one side as Mingi did the same on the other.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Mingi asked, his chest tight.

“Say what?” She asked in a small, watery voice. “Am I a mistake? Are you sure you love me?”

“We’ve missed you so much,” Yunho whispered against her neck, kissing it lightly.

“Are you sure?” She asked, closing her eyes and letting a few warm tears fall.

“We need you,” Mingi insisted, pressing his face into her shoulder. Yunho’s hands pulled them both towards him, pressing all their bodies together as a desperate need came over him. This wasn’t the time or the place but, frankly, he didn’t care. His skin hurt with need and his hands itched to touch both of them. He turned to look at the door. He had locked it, but he needed to check, one time, just to be sure, before anything went any further.

He let them go and stepped to the door, jiggling the handle of the door a couple of times. Assured that it was secure, he turned around to see the two people he loved, still standing, holding each other.

“Mingi, will you help me show our girl how much we need her?” Yunho put his hands on her hips as he asked. Mingi nodded, a spark igniting in his eyes as their gazes met over her shoulder. “Here,” Yunho took her out of Mingi’s arms and put her on the small counter space there was beside the sink. It was almost the perfect height, he thought to himself, walking in between her spread thighs as he drew her into a kiss. She let out a little oh of surprise as he pressed his lips to hers, holding her head still between his hands. He ate at her mouth, stealing her breath as he bit at her lips. A small part of him wanted her to hurt like he had the past week. He knew she had too, but he needed to let it out, make sure she understood what it had all done to him.

He let go of her lips, his hand gripping her hair and moving her head to the side to expose her neck. His mouth moved to the flesh he had laid bare, his tongue licking over the pulse there. Yunho’s lips sealed over it, sucking the softness into his mouth and drawing a little breathless mewl from her lips. His teeth closed over it, not hard, but enough to leave a little ring of teeth marks around the pink spot in the center.

Pulling back, he looked at her, a blank look on her face with her eyes closed and her jaw hanging slack. “Too hard?” He asked breathlessly. She shook her head slightly, unable to move much with the grip he was still maintaining on her hair. “Mingi,” he beckoned to the other boy in the small space. “Come help me get our kitten out of her clothes.”

Mingi came to stand beside him quickly. Together they unzipped the costume, sliding the cheap fabric off her shoulders and arms so that it pooled around her hips. She was wearing a small white t-shirt under the costume, which Mingi impatiently pulled over her head, leaving her bare on the top except for her bra.

“Lift her up,” Yunho instructed, taking hold of the costume, pair of shorts, and panties, determined to remove them all at once. Mingi lifted her enough so that her weight no longer pinned the fabric between her and the counter, allowing the other boy to pull it down to her thighs before he put her down again. Yunho dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling everything off, along with her shoes, and tossed them out of the way.

His hands went to her knees, spreading her thighs and exposing her womanhood to his gaze. “Kiss her,” he commanded. “Make sure she isn’t too loud.”

Mingi nodded, turning her head to face him where he stood at the end of the counter in the space between it and the toilet. Her eyes were dazed and only half open as Mingi leaned in, his soft, plush lips meeting hers in a soft brush of skin. Yunho pulled her forward on the counter until he could reach her. Kissing his way along the inside of her thighs, he looked up to watch as Mingi took her lips, matching his movements to the other boys, starting with gentle brushes and soft pecks. When Mingi finally gave in, licking along her bottom lip, begging to deepen his kisses, Yunho used the tip of his tongue to lick a light stripe up her other lips, tasting the slick arousal that was already flowing from her body at their attentions.

She moaned into her kiss with Mingi as the fingers of one hand tangled in Yunho’s hair. Both boys let go, throwing themselves into pleasing her, showing her how much they had desperately missed her touch over the last week. Yunho lavished licks and sucks to her clit, eating at her body like he was starving, his hands holding the flesh of her hips hard enough that his nails dug into her flesh lightly, leaving small crescent marks behind when he adjusted how he was holding her.

Mingi lost himself in the moment, letting go of her lips and moving to kiss the side of her neck. His thumb caressed over the warm pink mark that Yunho had left on the other side. A strong possessive urge came over him. Joshua’s face flashed in his mind. He wanted the intruder to know she was taken, she was theirs. They shared her, they shared themselves with each other, but he wasn’t welcome. He turned her head, pulling it back so she was forced to look at the ceiling as his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

“Who do you belong to?” His voice was a low growl.

“You two,” she panted quietly.

“Say our names,” Mingi demanded before sucking a matching piece of skin into his mouth.

“Mingi and Yunho,” She did as he asked, her whole body tensing in anticipation of the feel of his teeth. As Mingi bit down, Yunho thrust his tongue inside her. Every muscle from her head to her toes strained and her breath caught in her throat. She was so close that all it took was a sudden and firm suck on her clit to throw her into an orgasm that was like a hand grasping her throat, freezing her body as she tried to gasp for breath. Yunho could see the startled look on her face in profile, reflected in the half open mirror of the medicine cabinet.

He sat back on his heels and let her relax for half a moment as Mingi kept her upright on the counter. Standing up, he brought his lips to hers, letting her taste herself.

“Do you want your turn,” Yunho asked Mingi, seeing his eyes dark with tension and desire. Mingi nodded, letting Yunho take over holding her up as he slid out of the little space he had been occupying. “You’re going to want to take off your costume.” Yunho suggested, letting her head lull back against the wall slightly. Mingi nodded, quickly stripping everything off until he was left in only his white undershirt.

“D-did you bring any condoms?” Mingi asked, as he stepped in between her spread knees.

“It’s okay,” She shook her head. “I’m safe.”

“You’re sure,” Mingi moved forward but still asked, wanting to be absolutely sure. She nodded, her hand going to his waist, sending a shiver through him with the simple caress. Mingi lined himself up with her entrance and slid inside easily with the copious amount of arousal Yunho had brought out of her with his ministrations.

“Mingi,” Yunho said, having taken the place that he had been in before at the end of the counter. “One kiss?” He offered, putting one hand at the small of his back and the other on her shoulder. Mingi nodded, turning to taste her on his lips as their tongues tangled with a desperate need. “Now fuck her. Show her how much you needed her this week.”

Mingi moaned and braced himself with his hands on her waist as he drove his hips into her with all the pent up frustration he had felt that week. The snap of flesh into flesh was audible as he drove himself into her. Yunho watched, a hand supporting each of them as Mingi let all of his emotions out as he took her. The frustration, the hurt, the loneliness; he communicated it all with his hands, his hips and his lips. Both their passions built and, while Mingi managed to bite his lip and suppress his groans of pleasure, she suddenly let out a keen, her back arching at the pleasure he was bringing her.

Yunho took the hand he had been keeping on Mingi’s back and brought it up to cover her mouth. Her eyes sprang open, flashing him an apologetic look. “Do you want everyone here to know how desperate you make us?” Yunho hissed in her ear, loud enough for Mingi to hear too. “Or is it that you want everyone downstairs to know that you belong to us, body and soul?”

She moaned into his palm, pressing it harder to her face as his words and Mingi’s thrusts drove her over the edge. Her body clenched around Mingi, the fluttering of her walls quickly driving him over the cliff of pleasure, causing him to cum inside her for the first time with no barrier between them. He held her hips still against him as he emptied himself into her body. His climax left him weak but with a sense of satisfaction deeper than he had felt before.

“Can you still take me, love?” Yunho asked, taking his hand back as Mingi caught his breath. She gave a dazed nod and Yunho stepped back, choosing to strip himself completely bare, desperate to get as much contact with her as possible. As he drew near, Mingi stepped back, finally pulling his half faded erection out of her, causing them both to shiver at the delayed sensation.

Yunho quickly stepped in, using the head of his cock to stop Mingi’s cum from slowly oozing out of her. 

“Ah-ah, gotta keep that in there. Can’t be making a mess at someone else’s place.” He teased as he slid himself into her. She tensed and shivered at his intrusion. They were both such big boys, stretching her in the best of ways. She looped her arms around his shoulders for support, her whole body feeling weak already.

“You sure you want this,” Yunho asked, one last time, holding himself still inside her body as he felt her tremble under his touch. She nodded, her head lolling against his shoulder. He felt Mingi come up behind him and place a gentle kiss against his shoulder.

“Make love to her,” Mingi gently caressed Yunho’s stomach and chest as he hugged him from behind. “Our girl is so tired, but she needs to know how much you love her. Show her she never needs to doubt that we love her.”

Yunho nodded, pulling back slowly and making his thrusts soft and deliberate. He had been so desperate for their touch he had been tempted to take her like Mingi had knowing she would have let him. But Mingi’s soft embrace cooled his anxious neediness. She still trembled under his touch as his movements teased her towards her third orgasm in the short time they had stolen into the bathroom. 

Mingi could feel Yunho’s heart pounding in his chest as his palm pressed him back against his chest as the other boys hips kept their deliberate and controlled pace. “Tell her what’s in your heart,” Mingi urged, trailing kisses along Yunho’s neck and shoulder.

“I need you both,” Yunho whined. “When I don’t have you both there a little piece of me dies. I don’t know what I’d do if you left me.”

“I won’t go,” she promised, her teeth chattering as she spoke, lifting her head enough to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I won’t leave either of you.”

“We were always meant to be three,” Mingi said from behind. Yunho nodded, holding her head against his shoulder as Mingi matched his thrusts into her. She felt another orgasm building in her with an almost painful intensity. It rushed over her, stealing the air from her lungs as she felt her body clench around Yunho. She squeezed her eyes closed as her body quickly became overwhelmed by the continued sensations.

Yunho pulled her body against his as she squirmed briefly before her whole body quivered and she went limp against him. He felt her body milk him and with a few more thrusts he came inside her, his emissions mixing with Mingi’s deep inside. It was the most satisfied he had ever felt and he wished they were somewhere that would let him bask in this moment for as long as he wanted, but reality came crashing down on him. He felt Mingi step away, wisely gathering a little toilet paper from nearby to clean them up.

“Umm, can you open the lid?” Yunho motioned to the toilet, which currently had the lid down. Mingi did as he asked, and Yunho carefully pulled himself out of her body, quickly using the paper in his hand to keep her from leaking onto the bathroom floor. With Mingi’s assistance, he set her on the toilet so that he could clean himself up and give her a moment to recover before they would work on getting her presentable again.

Both boys redressed and carefully located all her clothes while she sat on the toilet, too tired at the moment to do the same. She had leaned herself against the coolness of the porcelain, letting her head rest against the wall behind it.

Yunho dampened some paper, cleaning between her legs as gently as he could, while Mingi carefully slipped the shirt back on over her head. When she was clean, they both worked the rest of her clothes on her. Though she still felt weak, she was able to stand as they pulled everything on her lower half. The boys made a quick effort to clean up the bathroom and set everything as it had been when they came in. They wiped down the counter and splashed their faces, hoping that it wouldn’t be terribly obvious what they had all just spent the last while doing.

“I’ll take her,” Yunho offered, kneeling down to let her climb on his back for a piggyback ride and allowing Mingi to lead the way back downstairs.

“Do you need something to drink?” Mingi asked as they reached the bottom of the stairs. She nodded and he headed to the kitchen to get them drinks and snacks as Yunho bravely carried her back to the seating area where everyone was basically where they had left them.

Hong Joong gave them a worried look as Yunho carefully let her down off his back before taking a seat in the empty spot and pulling her into the cradle of his lap.

“Is everything okay,” Hong Joong asked as he watched Yunho guide her head to rest on his shoulder, sitting limp and quiet.

“We just needed to work something out,” Yunho explained without really explaining anything. Mingi returned with snacks and drinks and squeezed himself in next to Yunho, handing her a drink before lifting her feet onto his lap and putting an arm around Yunho’s shoulders.

“Can you eat a little?” Mingi asked, reaching to bring the food he had brought to rest on her legs in his lap. She nodded and he picked up a little piece of food, putting it in her lips with a soft coo of our good girl. 

Seonghwa cleared his throat, watching them from his seat between Hong Joong and his boyfriend. “So, I didn’t get to ask before, but how do you all know each other?”

“We met a while ago at summer camp,” Yunho started, turning his head to the side to look at Mingi who gave him a shy but beautific smile. “We just clicked and we’ve sort of been a thing since then.”

“Like all three of you?” Joshua asked, looking between all of them.

“Yeah,” Mingi leaned his head on Yunho’s shoulder as he picked up another piece of food and fed it to him. Yunho looked at the questioner and pulled her closer to his chest, still feeling a flare of territoriality over their kitten. He stared him in the eye as he pressed a kiss against the top of her head.

“You really meant it when you said things were complicated, didn’t you,” Hong Joong said, his mouth twitching as he suppressed a laugh, finally starting to understand things. “So that’s why you all decided to go to the same school.”

“We belong together,” Yunho shrugged. “Isn’t that right, kitten?”

“Mmmm,” she nodded, taking a sip of her drink. Turning slightly in his lap, she made an effort to face the rest of the group as she leaned back against his shoulder.

“I’m…so jealous,” Annie sighed from the other side of Mingi, making everyone laugh.

“Me, too,” Hong Joong noted. “You should see the welcome home they all get from each other. Then you’ll really know the meaning of the word.”

“Ugh, so unfair,” Annie turned her eyes on Seonghwa and his boyfriend, narrowing them as she did. “Why are all the good ones either gay and/or taken? I am going to be alone forever.”

Everyone laughed and lapsed into conversations about life and school as the party continued around them. Hong Joong had been right when he said he knew people they would have a lot in common with. 

[hongjoongdaily]

Happy Joong & Mingi Friday =)

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title : ateez when they're out with their partner and they're beginning to get sleepy

note : 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝒉

song : je te laisserai des mots , patrick watson

you and hongjoong had been invited to a gathering by some of your mutuals. it started off well, but you'd gone to sleep late the night before and were beginning to doze off in your seat. being the best bf he is <3 joong would notice pretty quickly and put his arm around you and pull you into his side to make sure you didn't strain your neck if you were to fall asleep. he'd make sure the two of you don't stay too late and would leave soon after he notices you begin to drool on his shoulder

for your birthday, seonghwa had taken you out to dinner at your most favourite restaurant. it was quite expensive so you didn't go to it often, which was why it was so nice to go on such a special day. after eating, you usually began to feel tired after consuming so much food, even if it was a small snack. after paying, you and hwa left to go for a small walk around the small shops you'd want to visit someday together, the sun setting as you leaned against his shoulder. even as you walked, your eyelids began to droop and a quiet yawn left your mouth. he would realise and redirect your route back towards the car

the carnival was in town, and everyone wanted to be there,,,, including you and your boyfriend yunho. you both took a day out of your week to visit it together, go on the rides, play the games, eat the food. just have an overall lovely day together. you would be there from the early afternoon into the night, and after a long day of running around playing the games and such,, you'd be rather tired , naturally. so when it was ten past the hour, and you and him sat at the top of the ferris wheel, gazing out at the city, lights illuminating the sky ahead of you. as beautiful as it was, you felt yourself begin to grow limp on yunho's side. he'd chuckled and shake you a bit to keep you awake. when you reach the ground once again, he'd thank the ride operator and take you back home

the night before, you'd spent almost all night trying to write an essay due later that week, even though yeosang tried to get you to bed every couple of hours. so when you and him went on a walk to get some air after being cooped up inside for so long, you were leaning onto him to stay on your feet. the two of you had barely been out for twenty minutes, yet sang felt it the best idea to turn back to go home. maybe you could eat your dinner in the garden instead

all of your friends were complaining how you all hadn't done something together in a while, so one of them suggested karaoke. and it was settled, that friday you would all meet up at the karaoke palace and sing your hearts out. san, your boyfriend, came along too, being part of that groupchat as well. people had brought food and drinks, and ended up staying for quite a while ( and i mean, from 6pm to 1am a while ) . but your body couldn't handle it, as sannie was singing a song by sistar, you just passed out onto the heap of pillows on the floor, and when it was your turn everyone gasped. the singing continued, but you missed your goes. he didn't do much when it wasn't his turn to sing, but he definitely had enough photos of you drooling on the pillows to great an entire new photo album

a movie you and mingi had been anticipating for had recently hit the cinemas ! he surprised you with the tickets after you'd come home from school the day before the showing. all night, you were so excited for the viewing that you could barely get to sleep, everytime you were close to slumber, the thought erupted in your brain once again ,, so you were awake all night, and only got in a short ten-minute nap on the couch whilst watching a show on the tv the next day. the time came to get ready for the movies, and you weren't really feeling it,,, you were so tired, but you were excited too and didn't want to miss it. let's just say that you made it through thirty minutes of the movie. mingi noticed quickly, but just let you sleep , he could always buy the movie on amazon prime when it was released on there, so you could watch at home

that night, wooyoung had been invited to a party and he begged asked for you to come along with him. you were able to go through the party well enough, sipping from your drink as you spoke to people you already knew and eating snacks woo told you to try. but after people began to pile out, including you and wooyoung , the fatigue hit you. so as you sat next to your boyfriend on the bus back home, you allowed slumber to take over you, even if it would mean you couldn't get to sleep when you got back home

for your anniversary, you and jongho had gone on a sweet little getaway for a couple days. just today the two of you were riding in the taxi on the way back to your shared house. the evening sky seeped into darkness in the zooming city. after such a relaxing weekend, all this travelling was tiring. you poked jongho to say that you were tired, and he wrapped his arm around you, patting your head and allowing you to rest. by the time you got home, you were still tired enough to sleep into the night

[atzbabyy]

Daddy’s Boy | KHJ ~ Pheonix

genre: fluff

phrase(s): 49: “can I pick his outfit out today?” & 50: “daddy’s little boy!”

age: Pheonix = 3 / Aurora = 10 / Ophelia = 6 / Soobin = 4

warnings: none

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“Okay, the kids are all downstairs watching cartoons,” you sighed, bringing yourself upstairs to get ready.

“The girls both have school today,” Hongjoong nodded, “but Pheonix is home!”

“He is?!” you exclaimed, looking up at Hongjoong in shock, your husband casually checking his calendar.

Hongjoong nodded, “it’s Friday. He doesn’t go to daycare on a Friday.”

“I didn’t know it was Friday!” you gasped, “Joong, I have to go into work.”

“I know,” Hongjoong chuckled, kissing your head, “me and Mingi are in the studio today, and Friday is also the day Soobin comes along. Everything’s under control.”

You sighed, smiling, “oh thank god. You’re a saviour.”

Hongjoong blew a kiss as he left the room, leaving you laughing, love filling you up.

“Girls!” you called, “can you come and get dressed please?!”

“Coming, Mama!” Ophelia called, her little footsteps padding around downstairs.

“Pheonix, too, Mummy will help you!” you called, hearing your little boy giggle.

“Can I pick his outfit out today?” Hongjoong asked, suddenly alert, “I don’t know, I just thought it’d be cool if I—”

“Honestly, it’d help. Go right ahead,” you chuckled, “do you want me to make you a coffee?”

Hongjoong shook his head, following you downstairs, “no, thank you. Me and Pheonix can pick something up on the way to the studio, can’t we buddy?!”

“I with Daddy today?” Pheonix asked, his tiny voice making your heart melt.

Hongjoong smiled, nodding as he set his son down at the top of the stairs, the three-year-old running to his bedroom, Hongjoong following after him.

“What shall we wear today?” Hongjoong pondered, “how about dungarees?”

Pheonix sat on his bed, shaking his head disapprovingly.

Amused at his son’s actions, Hongjoong put the item back before rummaging through the wardrobe.

“How about your sister’s old tutu?” Hongjoong offered, getting the frilly blue skirt out.

Pheonix’s eyes lit up as he nodded.

“Very nice,” Hongjoong nodded, “why don’t you pick out a t-shirt, Bonghwang.”

“This one!” his son exclaimed, picking out his white Ateez t-shirt.

Hongjoong laughed, taking it from Pheonix’s tiny hands before scooping him into his arms.

“You’re daddy’s little boy, aren’t you?” Hongjoong hummed, kissing Pheonix’s temple as he swung him gently from side to side, the boy’s giggles filling the room, “love you, Pheonix.”

Pheonix screamed with giggles as Hongjoong finally put him down. His little arms wrapped around his dad’s legs, a broad smile on his face, “love you too, Daddy.”

[kimjoongs]

—ateez college au series [psh]

so seonghwa is a nursing major bc why not and no this isnt bc im also a nursing major or maybe it is idk shh

he wanted to become a nurse bc his mom was one, and he saw how much she adored her job

plus seonghwa is a self-less and caring person, so this was the perfect choice for him

he lives in an apartment on campus with his roommate hongjoong and it’s both a blessing and a curse

it was a blessing because his and hongjoong’s personalities matched very well, so they rarely had arguments

but it was also a curse bc joong was a music production major so he’d be producing music in his room, which normally wasn’t a problem, but on nights where seonghwa was studying for his exams, hongjoong would be in the room next door blasting music

usually all seonghwa had to do was knock on his door and ask him to keep it down, but there were nights where he would just pack up his stuff and study at the campus library instead

he often stayed for about 3-4 hours or more if he had an exam the next day

hwa really liked anatomy and phys but absolutely despised chemistry

“what the hell is the difference between polar and nonpolar? wait, why does this lewis structure only have 2 bonds? shouldn’t it have 3? ah shit i forgot an electron–”

sometimes hongjoong would come out of his room to get a glass of water only to find hwa asleep at the kitchen table with a copy of the periodic table on his head

he loves getting to wear his scrubs on lab day bc 1) scrubs are super comfortable and 2) it gets him excited thinking about the future

he also started volunteering at the nursing college in the labs

he’d help the lab ops set up the labs, refill the fluids, repack the medication, or clean up the simulation rooms

this also gave him the opportunity to get to know his future professors, and he would never admit it, but whilst he was volunteering, he would admire the older nursing students wearing the official university scrubs

it made him that much more determined to get into nursing school

during his first semester his second year, he had less of a workload compared to his first year, so he had more free time and was able to go out more

one day hongjoong asked seonghwa if he wanted to hang out with a few of his friends, and he said yes

so the two of them went out to this nearby boba cafe where hongjoong’s friends mingi, san, and wooyoung were waiting for him

you were there as well, tagging along as a mutual friend of san’s, and he introduced you to the two them

“hey hongjoong, seonghwa, this is my friend y/n! i hope it’s cool if they come along. i needed to drag them out of their room or else they’d be studying for hours on end,” san teased, knocking your head lightly w his fist

you stuck your tongue out at him then turned to shake hongjoong’s and seonghwa’s hands

when you made eye contact with the latter, his face lit up with recognition “oh wait, y/n? you’re in my pathophysiology class right?”

“oh yeah, i sit right behind you. nice to meet you, seonghwa!” you flashed him a smile, and he smile back

after everyone introduced themselves, you all found a table and ordered your drinks

mingi, san, and seonghwa sat on one side of the booth whilst you, wooyoung, and hongjoong sat on the other

you were quite surprised, and quite relieved, at how well you were fitting in and getting along with hongjoong and seonghwa…especially seonghwa

during the time that you all were together, seonghwa found out that you were a nursing major too and the two of you launched into a full blown discussion about it, unaware of the looks the others were giving you both

hongjoong had a faint smile on his face, mingi was chuckling and shaking his head, and san and wooyoung were giving each other knowing smirks

at the end of the night, seonghwa had asked you for your number in case yall wanted to study tgt, and you happily obliged

then you all said your farewells and went your separate ways

a few days pass and you don’t hear from seonghwa, which was quite understandable considering the fact that it was midterm season and you were both busy

but you were also kind of looking forward to study with him, he seemed really smart and self-disciplined which was exactly the type of study buddy you needed

but another couple days pass and lo and behold you receive a text from the one and only park seonghwa that reads: hey you wanna study tgt for the patho exam at the library today?

ofc you said yes and half an hr later, you found yourself at the library sitting right across from seonghwa

the two of you had your laptops, notebooks, and handouts spread all over the tables and were completely in the zone

after an hr or two of straight studying, you suggested taking a small break and that’s where the two of you got to talking abt nursing and why you both chose to major in it

“well my mom’s a nurse, and when i was younger she would always talk about how much she loved her job. she’s super hardworking and cares about her patients, and that’s how i want to be someday. plus as a nurse, if i could just make someone’s day just a little bit better, then that’s all that matters to me.”

needless to say, you were captivated by the raw passion and love seonghwa had for his future career, and you couldn’t help but admire him for it

after your short break, the two of you went back to studying, but this time yall would often make eye contact and send each other encouraging smiles

you found yourself slowly becoming more comfortable with seonghwa as the time passed by

and after that, the two you started having more and more study sessions, growing closer and closer

whenever an exam or quiz was coming up, you two would always be found studying tgt whether it was at his apartment or the library

and that’s when the hesi exam came in

the amount of time you guys spent studying for regular exams was nothing compared to the amount of time yall spent studying for the hesi

on the day of, you and hwa were practically freaking out

“oh my god y/n i’m so scared. what if i forget how to do the conversions? what if i forget everything i learned in anatomy? what if i forget basic grammar–”

“hwa shut up you’re making me nervous!”

basically yall are a wreck from the beginning of the exam all the way to the end, and once yall walk out of that testing room you almost collapse

anyways fast forward a few weeks later it’s almost the end of the semester and also around the time where you would be receiving your letter saying whether or not you were accepted into the program

it was a friday night and the entire gang was at your apartment having a movie night

you were looking thru your emails when you stumbled upon one from your university, and when you saw what the subject was you screamed, scaring the living daylights out of mingi who was sitting next you

“y/n what the hell–” “guys, guys my nursing school letter came in oh my god, oh my god!”

the entire room went silent for a millisecond before san let out a shriek and soon everyone was crowding around you

hongjoong gripped seonghwa’s shoulder “did you get yours yet?”

the latter’s eyes widened in realization and he also whipped out his phone, letting out a choked gasp when he saw the same email “mine came in too!”

at this point all of yall were freaking the hell out, and you and seonghwa somehow found each other’s hands and held them tightly tgt

“okay, okay, okay!” you reposition yourself on the couch so you were facing your fellow nursing major “on the count of three we open it at the same time, yeah?” all seonghwa did was nod

“alright, one…two…three!” everyone held their breath and it seemed like an eternity had passed…and then you and seonghwa jumped up from the couch

“i got in!” you yelled at the same time, which caused the others to belt out the loudest cheers you’ve ever heard

overwhelmed with excitement and pride, you threw yourself onto seonghwa and gave him the tightest hug, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently lifting you off the ground

when you guys separated, both your eyes widened at the lack of space btwn the two of you, and you immediately jumped away from each other

“um,” you cleared your throat “i’m…i’m really proud of you, hwa.” he gave you the softest of smiles, one that made your heart race even more than it was right now

“i’m proud of you too, y/n.”

aaaand fast forward again to the beginning of the next semester! you and seonghwa were officially in the clinical portion of the nursing program which meant you two were now able to wear the university’s official nursing scrubs seonghwa probably cried a little when he first tried his on

and since yall were in the program tgt, you saw each other more frequently, even more compared to the previous semester

which certainly didnt help alleviate the strong emotions you were feeling ever since the two of you shared that small, intimate moment just a couple months prior

before you didnt use to feel anything when you hung out with seonghwa, but now just thinking abt him was enough to get you all giddy and nervous at the same time

it had reached a point where you couldnt take it anymore, so you decided to seek help from the one person who knew seonghwa best: his best friend and roommate, hongjoong

when you met up with him and poured out what it was you were feeling, hongjoong sent you a fond, knowing smile “y/n…you like him. romantically, i mean.” 

you gaped “i…what?”

“you, y/n, have romantic feelings for my best friend, seonghwa.”

“i..i like him? i don’t…i don’t have–” you froze upon seeing the way hongjoong raised his eyebrows at you

“i…i like…i like seonghwa,” you finally breathed out. hongjoong’s gaze softened and he chuckled “took you long enough…now if only seonghwa could stop being a coward and just ask you out already,” he mumbled the second part under his breath

not knowing what to do with the information you had just uncovered abt yourself, you thought it’d a good idea (read: it was the stupidest idea) to distance yourself from seonghwa for a bit, just long enough for you to process the thoughts racing thru your mind

you were unaware, however, of how you distancing yourself might look like from seonghwa’s pov

he’s noticed you not hanging out with him as much anymore outside of class, and during class whenever he’d try to talk to you, you’d just scurry over to the other side of the room

he started getting worried and, ironically, he went to hongjoong for advice

upon hearing what’s been going on, hongjoong sighed loudly and slammed his hands down on the counter

“okay, initially i wasn’t going to say anything because i wanted the two of you to find out on your own, but obviously that isn’t going to happen so i’m just going to say it. y/n’s avoiding you because they realized they’ve fallen head over heels in love with you and don’t know how to react. so hwa, please be a nice guy and help them figure it out if you catch my drift.”

at that, hongjoong walked out and into his room, leaving an open-mouthed seonghwa frozen in the kitchen, he was at a loss for words

he knew hongjoong knew abt his feelings for you, but he didn’t think you’d feel the same

after contemplating whether or not what he was abt to do was a good idea or not, seonghwa simply said “screw it” and dashed out the door, heading straight for your apartment

once he arrived, he knocked rapidly on your front door

you had barely opened the door when seonghwa practically slid right in

“seonghwa? what are you doing he–”

“y/n, i’m sorry for just barging in but i need to ask you something really important and i want you to be completely honest.”

you gasped softly at the way he was looking at you, it was so intense and so serious you’ve never seen him like that before

“uh, okay? what’s going on?” you asked nervously

“do you have feelings for me?”

you choked “w-what?!”

“i talked to hongjoong and asked him for advice bc you’ve been avoiding me the past few days, and he said it’s bc you like me. is that true?”

you didn’t know what to say, the familiar warm feeling in your stomach came back and you found it difficult to maintain eye contact with seonghwa

a few seconds of silence passed, and you could see seonghwa’s serious gaze slowly start to crumble and all of a sudden you panicked

“yes! y-yes…it’s true. i do have feelings for you,” your voice trailed off at the end, but you knew he heard you when he saw him stiffen up

he let out a shaky breath “how long?”

“huh?”

“how long have you liked me, y/n?” he asked more firmly

“u-um, i’m not sure? i honestly didn’t start noticing i felt like this until about two months ago when we found we got accepted. although, the more i think about it, i’ve been attracted to you since our first study session together. the way you talked so passionately about your future and how dedicated you were into making it come true made me feel something, and what you said was really inspiring to me and i just–”

your sentence was interrupted by a pair of lips connecting with your own, and it took a second for you to realize that…seonghwa was kissing you

oh my god…oh my god seonghwa was kissing you

once you finally registered what was happening, he pulled away from you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed

“oh..oh shit, y/n i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to–i should’ve asked for your permission first. i’m so so sorry!”

seonghwa tried to take a step back, but you grabbed his wrist before he could

“y-y/n?” he stared at you

you couldn’t wait anymore. not after that.

“please, do that again.”

now it was seonghwa’s turn to choke on his breath “h-huh?”

you tightened your grip on his wrist “seonghwa, this is me giving you permission. kiss me again.”

and he did

unlike the first kiss, this one was much longer and more heartfelt. you felt his arms snake around your waist, tugging you closer and closer

you could feel the way your cheeks were heating up, but at the moment you didn’t care, wanting this moment to last forever

but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end

“hey y/n, who was at the doo–holy shit!” at the sight of you and seonghwa, mingi let out the loudest screech, causing the two of you to jump away from each other

“oh fuck i forgot san and mingi were here,” you cursed under your breath. seonghwa stood next to you, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck

mingi still remained where he was in the hallway, mouth wide open in shock before he recollected himself “ohoho my god, san! text wooyoung and tell him he owes me dinner!” and with that, mingi took off running down the hall and into one of the rooms

and once again you were left alone w seonghwa

for the longest time, the two of you just stood there, refusing to speak nor look at each other

the room was so silent you could practically hear both of your hearts racing

“so uh…does this mean you and i are…?” seonghwa asked sheepishly, taking a small step towards you

you glanced up at him and couldn’t help but giggle at the hopeful look on his face

you turned towards him and flashed him the brightest grin “yeah, we are.”

the smile that appeared on seonghwa’s face at that moment was enough to take your breath away, and you had to physically restrain yourself from kissing him again

instead you opted for taking his hand in yours and entwining your fingers tgt

now that you and seonghwa were officially dating, it made studying that much more fun

when you guys started doing your clinicals, it became hard for yall to see each other, but it made your time tgt much more special when you did have time

seonghwa is a very touchy and cuddly person, so whenever there’s a short break in btwn lab or lecture, he’ll either be sitting next to you with his head on your shoulder or his arm around your shoulder and your head on his chest

the other nursing students (and sometimes the professors) would scream at how cute yall were

and bro if you thought seonghwa was your biggest motivator before you started dating, then he’s even bigger motivator now

when he quizzes you, he’ll always give you a kiss on the cheek if you answer a question correctly, or when you come back from a particularly rough shift he’ll be there to hold you and tell you that you did your best

oh yeah and to cheer you up he’ll say a bunch of anatomy jokes

“hey y/n, i aorta tell you how much i love you”

“oh god, hwa don’t even start.”

“oh c’mon, quit ovary-acting.”

“park seonghwa”

“you’re going tibia okay”

“i’m breaking up with you”

[hongjoongdaily]

Happy Joong & Mingi Friday =)